All Bark No Bite • Chapter 2 • 7.7K (Patreon)

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“Hey.”

Hoseok’s voice wakes him up from a very deep slumber.

He’s home in his bed, that’s the first thing he notices. It’s morning, that’s the second thing.

There’s no trace of Jimin’s scent, that’s the last.

Fuck.

He tries to remember, some images flashing back into his mind. Jimin punching him being one of them.

He touches his cheek, feels the bruise right under his left eye.

Right, shit.

He had gone off schedule, gone completely brainless, and then tried to force Jimin into submission. He remembers Jimin struggling underneath him, yelling at him, then being punched.

Deserved.

Jimin did say he could handle him. The bruise under his eye is the prove of that.

Ah, shit. He should apologise.

“You uh.. back to earth?”

Hoseok asks, waving a hand in front of his eyes.

“Yeah, what- what happened?”

After Jimin punched him he can’t recall much, it’s all blurry. This doesn’t happen in normal ruts, it only happens with these small feral ones. He just blacks out, doesn’t remember a thing.

“You went off schedule. Jimin told me you guys were talking about some business deal and you suddenly snapped and came onto him.”

Business deal.

Jimin has a funny way of saying blowjob.

He huffs, but Hoseok doesn’t notice.

“So I came to get you, had an omega in the car, but.. you kind of.. came out.”

Jungkook blinks hard, tries to understand that sentence.

“Like, you said, and I quote, I’m fucking gay, hyung.”

Oh.

Well, that’s interesting.

He has been questioning his sexuality only recently, but had never really put something like that out there.

It started bothering him from the moment he met Jimin. It was nagging him afterwards, that he hadn’t felt anything for a woman like that in years.

“So I brought you home, and just locked you in here, figured you knew what to do.”

Hoseok nods at all the sex toys he has gathered around him on the bed.

Ah.

“And then you fell asleep so I figured you’d only wake up the next morning.”

He is silent for a while, wonders what the fuck he’s supposed to say to all of it.

“Thanks, uh.. for all of that.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes like that’s the least he could do.

“So, care to tell me since when you knew you were gay? I thought you told me everything.”

right, Hoseok has always been there for him, from the start. They grew up together, and he knows everything about him. It’s fair that he feels a little betrayed.

“Not long. I didn’t know until-“

“Jimin.”

Hoseok finishes for him.

He nods once.

“You knew?”

Hoseok only snorts.

“You’re kidding right? After the first time you met Jimin, you kept asking me when he was coming back, like a kid with a crush. Plus, your scent was unbearable after he left, all possessive and in love.”

He groans, hangs his head to not face Hoseok, can’t believe he’s that obvious.

“Yesterday, you weren’t even saying anything coherent during the meeting. I had to save our asses because you were too busy staring at Jimin. Your scent got so thick it almost covered Jimin’s pre-rut scent.”

Hoseok scolds.

He looks up, uses the ace he has up his sleeve: puppy-eyes. It usually works.

Hoseok glares at him, scent turning sour. It does not work.

He sighs.

“Sorry. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know how to deal with it.. Jimin is a man, and an alpha. It just doesn’t make any sense.”

Hoseok’s gaze softens a little, seeming to get that part at least. Then he shrugs.

“I mean.. It’s a little unusual-“

“Don’t sugarcoat it. It’s absurd, alphas don’t like alphas.”

Being gay isn’t that uncommon, but then it’s always an alpha-omega relationship. It would have hurt his reputation, being gay, but not as much as being gay and lusting after an alpha.

“Did something happen between you and Jimin?”

Hoseok asks, changing the subject.

Jungkook can still feel Jimin’s knot pressing past his lips. He still recalls the taste of his come on his tongue. He still feels Jimin’s hand fisting his hair.

“Uh..” Seeing as Jimin is trying to keep it a secret, maybe he should respect that privacy. “No. Just.. He just scolded me for being an idiot during the meeting. Then we talked about the deal.”

It isn’t all a lie.

Hoseok doesn’t buy it, though.

“What deal?”

“Just some- just some other thing.”

“Jungkook.”

“Fine.”

He gives up, avoiding eye contact at all costs. He’s bad at lying anyway.

“Yeah. Something, there’s something.”

He doesn’t really know what to call it, though. Jimin isn’t particularly into him, doesn’t seek him out like he seeks Jimin out. Then again, he does indulge.

So there’s something.

“Don’t be so cryptic, I hate guessing games.”

Hoseok says, tapping with his foot.

“He fucked my mouth.”

So much for being cryptic.

Hoseok gasps.

“Shit! Did anyone see you? Or hear you? This could be terrible if it came out.”

Hoseok looks as though the entire world is ending. And honestly? Maybe it is.

“No, the door was locked, blinds were closed. It did probably smell pretty bad.”

“Yeah, but we can control that. We can’t control camera footage or recordings, so I’m gonna double check if there are any cameras in that office.”

Hoseok says, clicking his tongue, already aggressively typing on his phone.

“Sorry.”

Jungkook apologises softly, feeling like an idiot for not being more careful. He blames the sex addiction, but he’s also been too careless even for his own good.

Hoseok doesn’t reply, which he understands. He’s probably only forgiven when nothing comes out to the public.

“Did.. did Jimin say anything else?”

He dares to ask.

“No. Just said your face is very punchable.”

Hoseok says, sounding like he’d very much like to do the same thing right about now.

Jungkook catches the hint, and shuts his mouth. He touches his bruise under his eye once more, then sighs.

“Fuck-“

Hoseok curses, phone buzzing suddenly. He eyes the number, doesn’t recognise it by the look on his face.

Panic surges through his veins. What if something has leaked? Hoseok seems to be thinking the same thing, his scent is full of panic.

“Hello?”

Jungkook eyes him expectantly, tries to listen to the voice, but doesn’t hear much. After some seconds Hoseok finally relaxes, so he figures it’s not something bad.

“Oh. Nice to meet you. I’m Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jungkook’s assistant… Yeah. He just told me that.”

Jungkook makes a gesture, trying to figure out what the person on the other end is asking.

“Alright, just a second.”

Instead of saying what’s up, Hoseok just hands him the phone. Jungkook makes more awkward gestures, but Hoseok doesn’t care, just pushes the phone into his hand with a roll of his eyes.

He braces himself.

“Hello?”

“Hey. This is Min Yoongi.. a friend of Park Jimin.”

Jungkook feels his heartbeat pick up suddenly.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

He answers, biting his lip nervously. What if Jimin is stopping the contract because of what happened?

“Uh.. I’ll just cut right to it. Jimin is in rut right now, and he’s.. I think he’s asking for you.”

Jungkook blinks once, twice, then feels his cheeks burning up, his body burning up entirely.

Jimin. Rut. Jimin in rut.

“O-oh. Asking- asking for- what do you mean asking for me?”

Words fail him as he frantically tries to come up with something Jimin is asking for.

“Asking for you to be there, I think. It’s also sort of.. it sounds like he wants to fuck you and kill you at the same time.”

Oh.

That does sound like Jimin in rut.

His alpha is reeling at the thought of Jimin thinking about him during his rut. Jimin is thinking about him, just him. Also wanting to kill him, but that part aside, Jimin is thinking about him! That’s good.

“Are you in any state to come over because I can’t stand him-“

“Ah! Fuck! Jeon-“

Jungkook hears Jimin moaning in the background- though faintly- he can definitely hear it.

His mouth waters, mind almost going blank at the sound. It’s needy, desperate, and calling him.

“Where?”

He asks, standing up immediately, hurrying to put on whatever clothes are lying around his room, then throws some of his toys into a bag.

Yoongi tells him the address, and he agrees faster than the speed of light.

He hangs up the phone, looking at a confused Hoseok.

“Drive me? Jimin’s in rut.”

He explains, handing him his phone back. Hoseok’s eyes widen then, and he shakes his head immediately.

“No, that’s- you can’t do that, you both have a reputation, it’s too risky-“

“I need to go there, and if you won’t drive me, I’ll walk there.”

Jungkook threatens, knowing he will catch some attention with his thrown together outfit and his bag full of sex toys.

Hoseok considers killing him. Which in a way is relatable, Jungkook understands he’s making it impossible for him. He starts walking towards the door, then hears Hoseok curse loudly.

“I’ll fucking take you- I’ll drive you. Don’t walk out there looking like that you fucking idiot.”

He doesn’t grin or look smug, though he wants to. He knows he might actually end up getting strangled, so he just nods and follows Hoseok into his car.

“Do you even know what the fuck you’re gonna do? You’re not an omega, it’s not in your nature to take an alpha’s rut. Your body is not made for it.”

Hoseok says, annoyed, though concerned.

Jungkook wants the drive to go faster but he doesn’t want to annoy him even more.

“I’m horny all the fucking time. I’ll manage.”

He answers. It’s a curse, really.

“You can’t take a knot.”

“Haven’t tried.”

Hoseok eyes him through the car mirror in horror.

“I’m not paying your hospital bills if your asshole gets torn.”

Jungkook winces, then shakes his head to get rid of that thought.

“You’re literally under my company, it won’t make a difference who pays.”

“Symbolically.”

Hoseok emphasises, rolling his eyes as he hits the gas a little harder.

“Seriously please be careful. And do not mate, please.”

Hoseok adds, turning round a corner making Jungkook have to hold onto the chair.

His cheeks burn up to the sound of mating. It won’t happen, but it’s still hot to him, to be able to sink his teeth into Jimin’s pretty neck.

He quickly wipes the sheepish smile off of his face when Hoseok glares at him through the car mirror.

“No mating.” He repeats. “Got it.”

———————

He feels somewhat nervous when a guy opens the door for him, but it fades away immediately when Jimin’s scent hits him like a truck. His pupils blow wide instantly, mouth watering when the scent of rich spices and amber prickle on his tongue.

“Wait- wait, you’re the CEO?”

The guy of the phone, Yoongi, asks him. Jungkook recognises his voice.

“Oh, uhm, yeah..”

He feels his cheeks burning up as he watches the smaller guy. He’s probably on scent-blockers because Jungkook cannot smell anything on him. Or maybe Jimin just completely rules his scent out, because it is that strong.

Yoongi blinks hard, then pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

“He’s such a fucking idiot.”

“Yoongi.”

He hears Jimin’s voice, and it’s absolutely murderous.

Hot.

When Jimin comes into frame, he looks absolutely, utterly wrecked. His blonde hair is all over the place, his cheeks flushed, he’s shirtless, in just sweatpants that hang way too low around his hips. He’s probably not wearing underwear.

It’s not an invitation but Jungkook definitely feasts on the sight. His eyes go up and down over Jimin’s body, following every line of every muscle with great thirst. He growls low in his throat, possessive, asserts dominance, wants Yoongi to back off.

Yoongi doesn’t care at all, just rolls his eyes.

Then Jimin’s eyes fall upon his own, pupils blowing wide when he sees him.

“You did not.”

Jimin says, anger clear in his voice. It’s frightening, but Yoongi does not even budge.

“You didn’t tell me he was the fucking CEO.”

“I didn’t tell you anything.”

Jimin growls.

Jungkook doesn’t want to know why he wants Jimin to direct all that anger at him instead. Maybe it’s the daddy issues.

“I’m sorry, you were fucking begging me to get him over here just 15 minutes ago.”

“I’m in my fucking rut Yoongi, I would tell you to get me anyone. You promised you wouldn’t listen to me in this state.”

Jimin groans, hands in his hair. His eyes flicker over to his once. Jungkook tries to breathe in Jimin’s scent a little more, his alpha almost purring to the thought of getting closer.

“Well, then send him home if you want. I can’t be bothered doing shit for you when you’re like this, I’m going home. Call me when you’re out of rut.”

Yoongi says. He walks past Jungkook straight out of the house, cursing under his breath.

Jungkook watches him leave for a few seconds before he turns towards Jimin.

Jimin walks towards the door, and Jungkook hopes that he’s going to grab him and take him inside so they can fuck all day long. But Jimin just closes the door right in front of his face, leaving him on the steps.

“Hey!”

He yells, offended. Only slightly. It is Jimin after all.

Jimin doesn’t reply. So he starts knocking on the door without pause. Because he did not let Hoseok drive him all the way here only for him to call Hoseok to pick him up again. Hoseok would actually kill him.

“Jimin! Please open up!”

Is there anyway around this apartment? He steps back to look if any windows are open because he will definitely break in.

Jimin opens the door, glares at him. He’s still not wearing a shirt, much to Jungkook’s delight. His eyes travel low, mouth waters when he eyes Jimin’s hipbones.

They would look pretty with bite marks.

“Are my eyes down there, Jeon?”

Jimin forcefully tilts his head up by his chin to make him look him in the eye. There’s so much fire in Jimin, it just radiates off of him. So much power, so much authority.

“Sorry sir- I mean Park- Jimin.”

He quickly tries to correct himself, feels the tips of his ears burn at that slip up. It just rolls naturally off of his tongue.

“What do you want?”

Jimin asks then, his hand still underneath his chin, seemingly comfortable there. He takes every type of touch he can get, so he’s not complaining.

“Well. You’re in rut. And I- well- I thought I could help. Since your- your friend? Said you asked me to.”

Jimin stares at him unimpressed as he stumbles over his words.

He can feel his cock stiffen with every second he inhales Jimin’s scent. His alpha is begging him to take him, claim him, right there. Has Jimin got even the slightest clue how good he smells?

“And also, I’m sorry. For yesterday. I lost it and tried to claim you and.. I was out of line.”

Now Jimin’s expression changes a little. He seems to consider his words, mulls them over. Then his hand moves from underneath his chin to the bruise underneath his eye, right where Jimin had punched him yesterday.

“It’s alright. You told me beforehand. Plus, I got to give you a right hook to the face.”

For a split second, Jungkook thinks Jimin looks quite proud, but then when he looks into his eyes his face falls a little.

“That was a joke. I’m sorry for bruising you in the wrong places.”

He wants to say it’s fine, that he can handle a punch, but his mind gets stuck on that last line. His eyes flicker up to meet Jimin’s, finding out that that sentence was completely intentional.

He dares to take a step forward, into Jimin’s personal space. Jimin doesn’t back away, just tilts his head slightly to look up at him.

“You can bruise me anywhere you want.”

He means for it to sound seductive, tries to lower his voice and look into Jimin’s eyes with intent.

Jimin doesn’t make the exact reaction he hopes; he snorts, then shakes his head.

“How many times do I have to turn you down before you get that this-“ Jimin points at the both of them. “-is not going to happen?”

It’s mean. He doesn’t mind it though. Jimin is stubborn, but he’s also bad at hiding what he wants. Even in the slight touches, Jungkook notices; The way Jimin hasn’t backed away, the way his hand is caressing down over his neck, the way his scent is begging him to stay.

“Until you actually mean it.”

Because he knows Jimin wants him. He smells like he needs him, desperately.

“I mean it.”

Jimin says, though he’s breathless, and his eyes are getting more and more unfocused as seconds pass by, his scent gets thicker and heavier.

Jungkook thinks it’s time to step inside.

He pushes Jimin back a little by his hip, backing him past the doorway.

“I mean it, Jeon.”

Jimin says again, barely convincing. His hand slides to the back of Jungkook’s neck, pulls him closer so he has to step inside as well. There’s barely any distance between them, just enough for Jimin to pretend this is nothing.

If he even believes that at all.

“Okay.”

He says softly, as he closes the door of Jimin’s apartment behind them, leaving them in the silence of the room.

It’s starting. He feels himself getting twitchy, his hand on Jimin’s hip fidgeting with the waistband of the sweatpants. His eyes scan the living room, finding potential spots to bend Jimin over. The thoughts start flooding in, sweat breaks out when he dips his thumb down Jimin’s hipbone.

He catches the way Jimin’s cock twitches behind the fabric of his sweatpants. He recalls the taste of his come on his tongue, licks his lips.

“What’s in the bag?”

Jimin asks, diverting the attention. His hand stays wrapped around the back of Jungkook’s neck though, squeezes a little even. He’s asserting dominance, and Jungkook submits easily to the touch.

He looks down at the bag, opens it for Jimin. There’s a little bit of everything; lube, condoms, oil, cuffs, harnesses, rope, blindfolds, cockrings, vibrators, masturbators, fleshlights, buttplugs.

Jungkook figured being a sex addict was terrible enough, might as well make something of it.

“Brought the whole fucking circus with you- I can’t believe it.”

Jimin huffs, turning his head away although his scent is spiking.

“Well, I thought if you were going to kill me, at least you’d have these to help you through it.”

He says as he watches the way sweat builds up on Jimin’s temples and forehead. It smells so fucking good, the whole room smells like Jimin.

“Considerate aren’t you.”

He’s getting breathless, pupils dilating when he looks up at Jungkook.

And then, for the first time, Jungkook detects Jimin sniffing his scent. He can see that deep inhale when Jimin’s chest heaves, can see the way Jimin’s eyes lose focus for a second.

Oh, he’s definitely into him.

It makes Jungkook’s alpha feel all sorts of things. Victory, happiness, content, pride.

Jimin is finally giving a sign that he’s attracted to him.

Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at him, smirks slightly to let Jimin know that he knows. And it’s dangerous because Jimin can definitely snap his neck with the way he’s holding it.

It’s okay, he likes playing with his life.

He steps closer, wants Jimin to break first, to breathe him in, to realise how bad he wants him. After all this time of pining and hopelessly daydreaming about him, he thinks it’s only fair that Jimin makes the first move. Especially because he’s in rut.

Jimin holds his breath, glares at him with his dark brown eyes.

“What’s the matter?”

He asks, seeing sanity slowly slipping from Jimin’s gaze. There’s a growl from him, low and angry, dangerous.

Jungkook shudders.

“You can’t handle this. Go home.”

Jimin says.

Funny how every time Jimin turns him down, Jungkook wants to do the exact opposite. Maybe it’s a natural alpha thing to want to oppose to authority. Or maybe it’s just because he loves to piss Jimin off. It earns him that glare, that fire.

“Yeah? Why don’t you have an omega here to help you out then?”

He whispers, leaning closer to nudge Jimin’s nose with his own.

Jimin doesn’t pull away.

“Shut up, Jeon.”

Classic comeback.

He eyes the couch on the right, and starts walking Jimin there. Although Jimin is still holding the back of his neck, he does not mind at all to be pushed back. He invites it, looks relieved when his knees hit the back of the couch and he has an excuse to sit down. He must be exhausted.

Jungkook straddles him and gazes down, he can hear soft growling, but it’s harmless.

He chuckles.

“You’re going to pretend you don’t want this just as bad?”

Jimin turns his head away, bares his teeth in annoyance. Jungkook knows he will never admit, Jimin never puts himself in compromising positions, always in control.

He must hate being in rut.

“You came here uninvited.”

Jimin says.

Jungkook snorts.

“Oh really?”

Jimin snaps his head back, grabs him by the collar instead, pulls him close. Close enough so Jungkook can see his canines, can see they’re sharp. He wants to bare his neck, but resists the urge because Jimin can probably not hold back.

“Let me remind you it was Yoongi who called you. I did not ask for you.”

Jungkook can still hear Jimin moaning his name in the back of that phone call, but he’ll spare him that little detail.

“Your teeth look sharp.”

He whispers.

Jimin stares, bores holes into his head with how intently he stares. Jungkook shifts a little and feels Jimin’s cock pressing against his ass. If he were an omega he would be leaking slick all over it.

“Seriously, you always go through ruts alone?”

He asks again.

He can’t imagine Jimin, successful CEO, not having omegas drool all over him. It’s a given. Jimin is handsome, rich, and smells fucking godly. All omegas must be lining up for him, yet here he is.

It doesn’t seem like Yoongi was there to help him either. He’s on blockers, probably to make Jimin stay sane around him.

“Unlike you, I handle my sex life just fine.”

Jimin says, though he’s sweating profusely and grinding his teeth. His hands finally find their way to Jungkook’s waist, and they’re running up his shirt to feel the skin underneath.

Jungkook lets him, revels in the attention.

“Yeah.. fucking another alpha’s mouth.. seems like you’re handling it really well.”

“You were begging for it.”

Jimin bites back.

He laughs.

“You locked the door. You wanted to punish me. I did not beg.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. He doesn’t have a comeback, and Jungkook knows he’s right. He is absolutely right.

It’s silent for a while, nothing but deep intakes of breath and Jimin’s hands underneath his shirt, caressing over his skin as though he’s his favourite play thing. Jungkook purrs, feasts on the sight of a shirtless, sweaty Jimin underneath him.

“Why are you here?”

Jimin asks. His voice is softer now, like he’s trying to hold back. When he looks up, the intent in his eyes is sincere; he really wants to know.

Jungkook swallows, feels his cheeks burn up a little.

“To help you.”

“But why? We’re both alpha, and I made it very clear that we’re not lovers. We’re not going to be anything.”

He knows that. Well, he tells himself that he knows that, but there is always a little sparkle of hope that keeps implying that Jimin is the one. That this could be something.

He purses his lips, studies Jimin from eye to eye. He hopes to see a slight bit of uncertainty, something to imply Jimin is just saying that to mask what he really wants.

He can’t find it.

“If you’re looking for a mate, you’re not going to find it with me.”

Jimin says, tone serious.

His heart does a tiny little loop when Jimin mentions mating. Which is definitely not what Jimin was trying to achieve by saying that.

After another long silence, Jimin sighs and moves his hands away, tries to get him off of him.

“W-wait- no. I’m not. I’m not looking for a mate.”

Jungkook splutters.

“Oh come on. Disappointment is written all over your face-“

“No, I mean it. I just want to help you-“

“Forget it.”

Jimin pushes him off and shakes his head, stands up from the couch and gestures at the door.

“Let yourself out.”

He doesn’t look back when he turns around. Jungkook bites on his tongue.

“Wait.”

He calls.

Jimin sighs, looks over his shoulder.

“I’m not changing my mind. Don’t test me while I’m-“

“I know.”

He says quickly. He reaches out his hand instead, presents the bag with all of his toys.

If Jimin is set on spending his rut alone, this is could at least take some of the edge off.

“Take this one.”

Jimin eyes the bag for a second. Then he steps closer and takes it carefully.

He looks up one last time, eyes narrowed.

“This isn’t an excuse for you to come back, is it?”

Jungkook can’t help but grin a little. He turns around.

“Jeon-“

Jimin’s sentence is lost in him when he closes the door behind him.

————————

“Oh god.”

Hoseok practically runs up to him, grabs him by his cheeks to turn his head both sides to look at his neck.

“Oh thank god. You didn’t mate.”

Hoseok says.

“Hello to you too.”

He removes Hoseok’s hands from his face, then walks into his office.

“Did you-“

“No, we didn’t have sex. He turned me down.”

He says before Hoseok can finish his sentence.

“Good.”

It’s the reaction he could have expected, but he can’t match the emotion. He had hoped to get to know Jimin better by spending his rut with him. Instead, he had to buy a few new toys to make his own episodes go by faster.

“Don’t be so sad. You know it’s better this way.”

Hoseok pats his back.

Jungkook sighs.

“I have a male omega scheduled for you in one hour.”

Jungkook nods once and takes a seat at his desk. Can’t say he’s really looking forward to it.

———————

It doesn’t matter if it’s a male or female omega, apparently. Because he can’t get hard.

It is almost ironic that after years of wishing he wouldn’t get hard every fucking hour, he now hasn’t been able to get it up properly for a span of 3 days.

It’s not relieving, it just causes a different type of stress.

“I can’t get hard. At all.”

Hoseok blinks a few times, then rubs his forehead in distress.

“I thought I’d be relieved hearing that from you, but I’m just worried.”

Jungkook throws his head back on the chair and sighs, stares at the ceiling.

“So, you know why?”

Hoseok asks.

Jungkook shakes his head, but he has a good hunch.

“Is it Jimin?”

It’s rethorical, Hoseok already knows the answer. Jeongguk taps his fingers on the armrest, lolls his head to the side to see his stern gaze directed at him.

He shrugs.

Hoseok clicks his tongue.

“Why are you so damn difficult. Crushing on an alpha male CEO.”

Jungkook knows he’s not supposed to, but a grin slowly appears on his lips for just a second or two. He looks down.

“Yeah.”

He nods. He is an idiot.

Hoseok scratches the back of his head, sighs.

“So.. so what? You can’t have sex? Can’t get off?”

“Mm.”

“Do you still feel like- do you get-”

“I get horny, but I can’t get hard.”

He says, starts spinning himself around in his desk chair.

“Not even when you think about Jimin?”

Jungkook keeps spinning until Hoseok grabs the armrest and makes him look into his eyes.

He shakes his head.

“Believe me, I’ve tried.”

Hoseok sighs again, pinches the bridge of his nose.

“So what are we gonna do about this?”

Jungkook shrugs.

“It will probably blow over.”

———————

Surprisingly, it doesn’t.

It’s been two weeks and he still can’t get it up. The only time it actually did something was when he smelled an amber scented candle.

God, he feels pathetic.

Even more pathetic when Hoseok’s voice tells him through the intercom that Jimin is coming over and he suddenly rushes to look if his hair looks good in the reflection of his laptop.

His heartbeat rises, and he stands up from his seat. He straightens out his tie, then looks at the door nervously.

Oh god, he should be sitting down right? Act cool and smooth.

Yeah.

He sits back down, pretends to read something on his laptop. Pretends to be not interested at all.

No, that’s weird too.

Maybe he should open the door for Jimin?

Too needy. He can’t do that either.

When the door opens he stands up in a hurry, which probably looks way dumber than if he had just kept sitting down.

Jimin’s eyebrows raise a bit, before he shrugs it off and walks over to him.

His scent reaches him earlier, and it knocks all logic out of Jungkook’s mind. Just one breath and his knees are wobbly, threatening to give in. If Jimin would ask, he’d be on his knees in less than a second.

He can’t focus for a good minute, stares at Jimin dumbstruck. Looks at the way his grey suit hugs around his waist, how his blonde hair is slicked back perfectly but for that one strand that reaches his eyebrow.

So pretty.

“Nice to see you not fucking someone on your desk for a change.”

Jimin starts, patting his hand on the wooden desk once.

Jungkook almost says “I can’t get hard” without thinking, but catches himself just in time.

“How- how was your rut?”

He asks instead.

It’s way too direct, but he’s curious. He hasn’t seen Jimin in two weeks, but it felt like a month. He takes a step closer, inhales a little more of that scent because he missed it.

“Not terrible.”

Jimin says, then drops a familiar bag on top of his desk.

A wave of Jimin’s scent hits Jungkook right after. It feels like a slap in the face with how strong it comes onto him. His mouth waters instantly, and he reaches his hand out to the bag, pulls it towards himself possessively.

“Came to drop it off, thought you’d like them back.”

Jimin says.

Jungkook pays half a mind not to open the bag and see which of his toys smell so fucking strong.

the impotent thing is gone.

Definitely gone.

“You- you can use them next time too.”

He says without thinking.

Fuck.

He bites his lip, turns his head to the side and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry I-“

“Thanks.”

Jimin says.

Jungkook whips his head back.

He’s never heard Jimin say thanks. He didn’t think Jimin was capable of saying that word at all. Jimin looks at him, and he can tell he’s sincere. It makes him take a step closer. Makes his eyes drop down to Jimin’s lips.

God, his lips.

He wants to feel them on his own.

Jimin holds him back, pushes his hand against Jungkook’s chest to keep him at arm’s distance.

“Easy there, pup.”

Jungkook can’t seem to understand that sentence.

He takes Jimin’s hand in his own, moves it off of his chest and steps even closer. He moves his other hand to the small of Jimin’s back, loves the way it feels.

Jimin groans.

“I forgot you’re unable to keep your hands off of me.”

Jungkook’s alpha is purring at the close proximity. He can’t help it. He hasn’t been able to think about anything else the past weeks.

“I missed your scent.”

He says softly, manoeuvring Jimin to lean against the desk so he can close him in entirely.

“Jeon.”

Jimin sighs.

“Mm?”

He hums, moves both his hands to Jimin’s waist. He hears his alpha begging him to claim, to make Jimin his.

Jimin doesn’t care how close they are. He’s not afraid, nor annoyed, he just lets it happen.

“You remember what I said right?”

Jimin asks, leaning his hands back on the desk. He looks at Jimin, recalls that he said they won’t be anything. They won’t be mates. He knows that.

“Anyway, I only came to drop off the bag, so I’ll get going.”

Jimin says, though he makes no effort to move.

Jungkook accidentally whines. It’s high and sad and it sounds positively pathetic. His cheeks burn up right after, Jimin chuckles softly.

“What was that, Jeon?”

He shakes his head to brush it off, lets his hands slide from Jimin’s waist around his back, locking him in a weak embrace.

He studies Jimin’s face, his mellow eyes, his flawless skin, his pretty lips. He wants it all his, all for himself.

“Why.. why can’t we-“

“Alpha’s, men, CEO’s, plus you’re unbearable.”

Jimin sums up. It’s simple, and it also sounds like he knew Jungkook was going to ask. There’s amusement written all over his face, he can see it twinkle in those dark brown eyes.

It’s hot.

He can’t remember Jimin being so playful. He’s been nothing but bossy, dominant, and annoyed. The only time he saw a little playfulness shine through was a second before he went into feral rut.

“Even if that wasn’t the problem, I wouldn’t date you Jeon.”

Now Jimin is just saying things. He doesn’t believe it for a second. He leans in, until his nose bumps softly against Jimin’s, and then he tilts his head just a little.

Jimin isn’t pulling back, just takes a deep breath.

“Liar.”

He whispers against Jimin’s lips.

It’s different this time. Jimin has turned down all his attempts to kiss him, but now he’s tilting his head as well, waiting patiently. There’s no “we are not lovers”, no fist to his face. Jimin’s scent is so thick that it clouds Jungkook’s mind.

He softly licks over Jimin’s lips, just once. It’s a sign of submission, albeit very very outdated. When he hears Jimin purr softly, he finds it still does what it’s supposed to do.

It’s every alpha’s weakness to have someone submit to them like this. He’s giving himself willingly, shows his devotion, his admiration, his loyalty.

He can taste Jimin melting because of the gesture. His lips dip under the pressure of his tongue, and they’re the softest, smoothest lips Jungkook’s ever felt.

“Fuck. Jeon-“

Jimin curses. his hand moves to the back of Jungkook’s neck, pulling him closer until their bodies are completely flush against each other.

Finally.

He does it again, licks over Jimin’s pretty lips, savours the taste on his tongue. He can feel Jimin shudder, can hear the purring slowly change to soft growling when he does it again, and again and again.

Until Jimin finally, finally breaks.

There’s a broken moan, and then Jimin pulls him close by his collar and kisses him. Kisses him so hard it knocks all of the air out of Jungkook’s lungs.

it’s fine. It’s fine to suffocate because he feels Jimin’s hot lips on his own, kissing him as if he’s starving for him. Jungkook moans, kisses Jimin back with the same hunger, captures his lips between his own and licks over his lips until Jimin’s tongue finds his.

He holds the back of Jimin’s head, leans his body closer so the alpha is almost sitting on his desk, presses his entire body up against Jimin’s to feel something- to feel like he could be Jimin’s mate.

“Mmh-“

Jimin’s pretty moans get lost in kisses, drowned by Jungkook licking into his mouth to taste him. It’s better than he dreamed of, Jimin tastes so good, so bittersweet. And he kisses so good, so passionate.

He gets lost in it, bites on Jimin’s lower lip, sucks it into his mouth, tongues over the underside of his canines, sucks on his tongue. He can’t get enough.

He needs more.

Jimin’s hands tangle into his hair and pull on it roughly. Jungkook likes it. He grins against Jimin’s lips, earns himself a harsh bite to his lower lip that breaks his skin. Even then, Jimin kisses him. Even with his lower lip getting bloody, Jimin keeps kissing him, laps up the blood with his tongue like a mate would.

“My pup.”

Jimin whispers between kisses.

It pushes Jungkook over the edge. He moans, bares his neck right in front of Jimin’s mouth.

“Fuck-“

Jimin curses.

Jungkook can smell how possessive Jimin’s scent gets, he feels the temperature of Jimin’s body rising, feels his breath fanning over his mating gland.

He needs it. He needs this so bad.

“Bite me.”

He begs.

Jimin growls, his hand grips his hair so tightly, pulls it back so hard to make him bare his neck completely. He swears he can feel the tips of Jimin’s canines on his neck and that makes him almost reach nirvana.

“Can’t.”

Jimin grits out between his teeth. It sounds like he’s saying it more to himself than to Jungkook.

“Bite me, mark me. Please.”

He tries again.

Jimin groans, like he’s holding back so much. and instead of Jimin’s teeth sinking into his neck, Jungkook feels his tongue licking over his scent gland instead.

It makes him moan unexpectedly. And although it’s not what he wanted, it makes him melt. Jimin licks over his scent gland over and over, rubs his cheek against it, bites it softly so the skin doesn’t break.

He’s scentmarking him.

Jungkook can’t help but purr at the sudden act of love. Out of all things he expected of Jimin, it’s definitely not this. Definitely not the way he’s breathing him in, nosing along his scent gland and kissing it, licking it, biting it until he’s completely drowning in Jimin’s scent.

“J-jimin..”

He moans, presses his crotch against Jimin’s hip and ruts against it to let him know how bad he wants him. To let him know how hard he is, how much he needs him.

Jimin moans softly in response, lets go of Jungkook’s neck after he’s sucked a mark right over his scent gland.

When they look at each other, he finds Jimin’s eyelids hanging low, cheeks dusted pink, his lips slick with spit. He wants Jimin so so bad. His breath comes out in soft pants as he ruts against Jimin’s hip, tries to get off.

Jimin swallows, his hand finds a way to Jungkook’s cock.

He moans as Jimin touches him, eyes falling closed. He’s not sure he can even speak anymore at this point. If he thought kissing Jimin would take the edge off of things he was absolutely incredibly wrong.

“Mmh.. what to do about this..”

Jimin keeps palming over the front of his pants, feeling him up. Jungkook’s legs give in. He’s been trying to get hard for two weeks and not getting anything, and now he can barely resist the slightest touch of Jimin’s hand. He leans against Jimin completely for support, hands on Jimin’s thighs, head in the crook of Jimin’s neck.

“God- you’re so pliant- such a good pup.”

His cock twitches against Jimin’s hand at the compliment, a soft whimper falling from his lips as he kisses Jimin’s scent gland.

Jimin opens his zipper, slips his hand into his pants.

“Don’t you wear underwear?”

Jimin asks.

Jungkook shakes his head.

“gets- gets in the way.”

Jimin hums, curls his small hand around his cock tightly and starts flicking his wrist.

Fuck.

Jimin is touching him.

Finally.

He pants against Jimin’s neck, licks over his scent gland a few times to prevent himself from moaning every other second. It’s embarrassing, he’s already close, it’s so fucking bad.

He tries to hold back, but Jimin notices, laughs softly.

“All that big talk about you wanting to help me through my rut..”

Jimin dips his thumb into the slit of his cock, making him groan and buck his hips into Jimin’s hand desperately.

“You’re close already hm? Pup can’t even last half a minute.”

Jimin whispers.

He wants to object, wants to show Jimin just how fucking good he is, but the way Jimin changes the pace of his hand from fast to slow fast to slow makes him moan instead.

His legs quiver.

“Such a big, pretty cock but it’s useless.”

Jimin whispers against his ear.

He growls back, bites just underneath Jimin’s jaw as a warning for the humiliation, but it only spurs Jimin on.

“You really are a pup, can’t even talk can you?”

He wants to- he wants to prove Jimin wrong but he’s too far gone in pleasure. His body is completely leaning against Jimin’s for support, he can barely stand, feels that hot desperate need to come.

“Let me look at you.”

Jimin tilts Jungkook’s head up by his chin, watches him intently in his eyes. He moans, tries to focus his gaze but he can’t.

A pretty grin spreads on Jimin’s lips.

“So close huh? Gonna moan my name when you come?”

Jungkook bares his teeth, growls at Jimin because he can do way more than this- he can fuck him so good- he knows he can. It’s just that he hasn’t been able to come for two weeks now, he’s so frustrated, he needs relief.

Jimin pulls him closer by his jaw, until his lips align with Jungkook’s ear.

“I could press the intercom so everyone could hear you moan my name.”

He shudders at the tone of Jimin’s voice. It’s smooth, silver, liquid. He wants to come all over him.

“So they’d know your my pup.”

That’s all it takes for Jungkook’s vision to go blurry.

“Jimin.”

He moans before his body jerks forward, heat spreading to all ends of his body, all his muscles clenching tightly, and then he comes. It keeps coming, his body convulsing like it’s the best orgasm he’s ever had, his come covering more than just Jimin’s hand.

When his body finally stops, he collapses against Jimin, a mess of pants and whimpers, clinging onto him like a lifeline.

Fuck.

That was too quick.

Way too quick.

Fuck that’s embarrassing.

As reality slowly seeps back into his mind, he feels his cheeks burn up instantly. God. He pulls back, tries standing on his own legs first before making eye contact. Because he’ll probably fall again when he looks Jimin in the-

Oh..

Jimin looks pretty, with a light blush blooming on his cheeks, a twinkle in his eyes.

“Missed me a lot, didn’t you?”

Jimin gestures at the amount of come that stains his suit and drips down from his hand. His eyes widen a little. It’s a lot. As if he tried to knot Jimin.

“Sorry- god- I can bring them to the dry cleaner’s-“

“It’s fine.”

Jimin waves him off, then looks around the desk to find some napkins.

“I uhm.. I don’t usually.. I’m usually really good with- I have good stamina.”

He says, trying to up his reputation.

Jimin wipes his hand, smirks a little bit to himself like he doesn’t believe him.

“I do, really-“

“Sure.”

Jimin looks up at him, smirk spreading a little wider.

Jungkook’s cheeks burn up, he feels a little defenceless. He can’t really tell Jimin he’s basically been impotent without him. It will probably scare him away.

“What.. what about you?”

He asks, eyes drifting down to Jimin’s tight tight pants.

“I have to go, I’m late for a meeting.”

Jimin brushes him off, but Jungkook rests his hand on Jimin’s inner thigh, trying to find any excuse to keep him there.

“You- you smell like me.”

He says, feeling a little proud of that as it leaves his lips.

Jimin chuckles.

It sounds pretty, so pretty.

“I’ll get my assistant to pick me up with an omega, should be fine.”

Yeah- that should be fine.

And absolutely not what he wanted to hear. But yeah, it’s fine.

So fine.

Jimin notices his discomfort, but he rolls his eyes and steps off of the desk.

“Besides, pup, you should worry about that mark on your neck.”

There is a flash of a grin when Jimin eyes the mark, but it’s quickly hidden behind a professional expression.

He stares, just stares at Jimin. He hasn’t stepped back, so Jimin is pressed uncomfortably between him and the desk. Or comfortably, whichever way you look at it.

“Play time is over, I have to go.”

Jimin says, then checks his watch and sighs. He pushes Jungkook back, grabs his phone to call his assistent probably, wants to walk to the door but Jungkook catches his wrist.

He pulls Jimin back, doesn’t care that he’s on the phone, just needs him close one more time before he leaves.

“Jeon I’m trying to call.”

Jimin tries to put some distance between them but Jungkook grabs his collar and pulls him in for a kiss.

Jimin actively does not move his lips at all, does not grant Jungkook the satisfaction of that first kiss. It’s better than nothing though, still better than nothing.

And he likes Jimin’s cold side too, so it’s fine.

Jimin bites his lip in the same spot and it hurts like a bitch.

“Fuck-“

The assistant picks up.

“Yeah, coming down, can you get me an omega in the car?”

He watches Jimin leave, with his pretty suit, his pretty hair, the pretty small smirk he catches on Jimin’s lips when he looks back at him one last time.

Blood drips from Jungkook’s lip onto his collar.

He grins stupidly at a closed door for too long.