All Bark No Bite • Chapter 3 • 4.8K (Patreon)

Yeah, he’s got it bad.

It was bad already, but like, in the sense of wanting to fuck Jimin all the time nonstop bad.

Then it proceeded to wanting to fuck Jimin all the time, just Jimin, or being impotent. Luckily, he’s been able to get it up again, but only when he’s alone.

That aside, his feelings have proceeded even further, to where he gets all stupid and dumb around Jimin. Worse is, he sees Jimin a lot, but ever since the hickey incident Hoseok has been chaperoning to keep them in check. 

Whenever they have discussions for work, Hoseok is in the back on his laptop, with a coffee, his eyes narrowed and shifting over to them every now and then.

It’s bad. He wants Jimin bad. Whenever they have things to talk about, he just hopes Jimin will invite him over for a drink, somewhere where Hoseok’s eyes aren’t boring into his skull. 

Jimin acts aloof as always. He’s good at being professional. Way better than he is. 

At least, he thinks he is. But then there are also moments like this;

“I don’t think you can handle it.”

Jimin watches him with fire in his eyes, his scent spikes with dominance. It’s normal- it should be normal in a discussion like this but it’s- there’s a slight hint of arousal that alerts Jungkook. 

Jimin is getting riled up. 

“Oh.”

He licks his lips, stares back at Jimin just as intensely.

“don’t worry. I can handle it.”

He spreads his legs slowly, and Jimin’s eyes drag down to his crotch. 

He cocks his head a little, sees Jimin realise that he’s looking. He receives a glare, but in contrast Jimin’s scent gets even thicker, it makes Jungkook’s mouth water.

God fuck. 

He wants to fuck Jimin, make him say that he’s right, make him concede. Jimin is on edge, looks as though he’s ready to pounce, ready to make him bow down. 

So pretty.

“That’s enough for today.”

Hoseok cuts through the thick cloud of tension. 

Jimin stands up immediately, offers his hand. Jungkook grabs it, feels his fingers getting crushed under Jimin’s tight grip. 

“See you tomorrow.”

Jimin doesn’t even have the decency to sound mind, and Jungkook can’t help but smile a little through the pain.

Jimin is such a sore loser. 

“See you sweetheart.”

He says, just to feel Jimin engrave his nails into his hand before he walks off. 

Fuck, he’s so gone for him. 

Jungkook bites his lip to hide a smile when he looks at the little crescent imprints of Jimin’s nails in his hand. 

———————

Fuck, Jimin looks exceptionally good today. 

He does not know what it is. Jimin always wears the same grey suit, the same watch, the same shiny shoes, nothing out of the ordinary. He styles his hair the same way too, there really is no reason why he should look any better than he normally does. 

But Jungkook just finds himself looking Jimin up and down, up and down, on repeat. He smells good, he always smells good, he looks well-slept, fresh. 

His lips move when he talks but Jungkook can’t really hear him. He’s distracted by his pink puffy lips, and the memory of a heated kiss weeks ago. 

He misses those lips on his own. 

It also can’t be his addiction right now, it’s been less than an hour since he got off. 

There’s just something about Jimin. 

He sighs softly as he watches Jimin rant about his ideas for the company, doesn’t listen at all. 

Ah, should he invite Jimin for a drink? 

No, it’s unprofessional, Jimin should invite him, being the oldest. 

Also- he looks over his shoulder at Hoseok, finds him staring back at him - also Hoseok won’t allow it. 

He taps his fingers on his armrest, looks at Jimin again, sees him pointing at something on the big screen with his laserpen. 

Jimin has a beautiful side profile too. 

And a pretty neck. Jungkook’s eyes slowly lower to his mating gland. Mmh.. that would look good with a mark. His mark. He bets Jimin’s neck would feel so good to sink his teeth into. 

Ah.. Jimin as a mate. cooking food for Jimin when he gets back home.. Jimin coming back from work all stressed until he smells the amazing samgyeopsal he made. Scentmarking Jimin to relieve the stress, kissing him, growing vegetables together, having a shared apartment and sharing a bank account and marriage-

“Jeon.”

Jimin snaps his fingers in front of his face. 

Oh. 

His crush is worsening. This is dangerous. 

His cheeks burn up and he clears his throat, sits up straight.

“Sorry, I- I didn’t catch that last part.” 

Jimin clicks his tongue.

“What’s the last part you remember?”

Oh no. 

Jungkook blinks a few times, swallows as he feels Jimin’s eyes on him. 

“Uhm- the- the part about new technology.”

He says, not sure if he even heard anything about that. 

“That was half an hour ago.”

Jimin says, looking absolutely murderous. Which is as hot as it is frightening. 

“Sorry- I got lost in thoughts-“

“About what?”

Jimin asks, daring him to say anything else than strictly business. He panics slightly, ears turning red too as he tries to avoid direct eye contact. 

“That- you- uh- you look really good today.”

And marriage.

He leaves that bit out. 

Jimin pinches the bridge of his nose, then sighs. 

“Jeon. We talked about this.”

“I know.”

He defends himself, holding up his hands.

“Then stop getting distracted.”

“Yes sir- I mean Jimin- Park.”

He wants to groan in shame, but refrains. He just looks at the presentation with reddened cheeks, bites on his lip as Jimin picks up where he left off. 

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“You’re so embarrassing.”

Hoseok says after work, drinking his beer. 

They’re in their standard restaurant, vip room. Jungkook is a little tipsy already. 

“Park is so collected, while you’re always all over him. Your scent spikes an hour before he’s even there.”

“Mm.”

“You know it’s never gonna happen right?” Hoseok says. “I’m not saying it to hurt you, you know. It’s just, you really have to snap out of it. He’s said no multiple times.”

Jungkook nods slowly. 

“He’s said no.. but he’s also kissed me, made me come, given me a hickey, and fucked my mouth. So, there’s some mixed signals there.”

“I know, but still. You’re both alphas, and both constantly photographed.”

Hence, it can’t happen.

Jungkook knows that already. 

“Besides, you act like you’re in love, but you don’t even know anything about him.”

“I do.”

“Oh yeah? When’s his birthday?”

Hoseok challenges, looking at him like he expects him to fail.

Which he does. He doesn’t even know Jimin’s fucking birthday and he’s thinking about marriage. 

“That’s irrelevant.”

He argues, looking away. 

Hoseok just laughs at him. 

“I can’t believe you’re crushing on someone you barely know. I’ve never seen you like this.”

Jungkook’s cheeks redden more than just from alcohol. He’s not sure why he’s so infatuated by Jimin, it just happened. His alpha is set on him.

“I know him a little bit.”

He says, pouting at this point. 

“Oh please, if you would call him he wouldn’t even pick up.”

Hoseok says, delivering another blow to Jungkook’s ego. 

“He would.”

Jungkook mumbles, chugging his half full glass of beer in one go. 

————————

Hoseok drives him home after bickering for another hour.

He lies down on his couch face down, groans. His apartment is empty and too big for himself. It’s close to the company, that’s the only reason he lives there, it’s easier for his addiction.

Unlike Jimin’s apartment. It looked more personalised, more like a home than just a space to live in. 

Jimin.

He takes his phone out of his pocket. Jimin will pick up when he calls, right? His thumb hovers over the call button.

It’s stupid. What if he doesn’t pick up? Jungkook is in too weak of a mindset to accept a decline. But if he does pick up, he’s in too weak of a mindset to talk to Jimin. So he shouldn’t call either way, it’s late.

He presses the call button.

It rings 

Rings again

And again

He hesitates if he should hang up.

It rings another time.

“Hello?”

Oh.

He does pick up. Oh shit.

“Hey.”

He quickly sits up straight, clears his throat. He should have come up with an excuse first.

“U-uh.. Sorry I just- I was wondering what you were up to.”

Wow. He bites on his fist, cringing at himself.

“At 1 AM?”

Valid question. 

He eyes the clock, sees it is in fact 1:30 already and he feels like an idiot.

“This isn’t some weird kink thing where you’re calling while getting off is it?”

“No! No I’m-“

“Because if it is I’m blocking your number right now-“

“It’s not. I’m just- I went drinking with Hoseok and I just came back home.”

There’s a slight pause on the other end.

“So?”

Ah, Jimin’s voice is full of love as always. 

“So I- I just thought that- I was wondering if- when is your birthday?”

Another long pause. 

Then Jimin chuckles -thank god- he thought he’d fucked up.

“Are you drunk?”

“Tipsy, slightly.”

He’s very tipsy.

“Mhm. Sure.”

He finds himself grinning at the playfulness in Jimin’s tone. 

“So?”

“So what?”

“Your birthday. When is it?”

He can hear Jimin moving on the other end, hears the sound of slurping. sounds like ramen.

“Why?”

Jimin asks, mouth full. 

He finds himself imagining what Jimin looks like when he eats, with his cheeks stuffed all.. cute?

“I want to get to know you better.”

Jimin hums, keeps eating. 

“I think you want to get to know me a little too much.”

He hears Jimin say, a little further away, as if he’s walking around the house.

“Oh so sucking you off is just friendly banter but it’s a crime to know your date of birth?”

Jimin laughs at that. It’s genuine and pretty. 

“What else do you want to know? License plate? Social security number? Credit card-“

“I want to know you. Where you grew up, which school you went to, who your friends are, what your opinion is on same sex marriage between two alphas. Normal things.”

Jimin is silent for a few seconds and he thinks he might have made that joke hit a little too close to home. But then he hears a soft snort.

“You expect me to tell you all of this over the phone?”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at the question.

“No, I thought I might stop by since you’re still up.”

Jimin laughs.

“Sure. you, stopping by to just talk.”

“I can just talk.”

“Right, with your lips on mine.”

Jimin says. And oh- He remembers how fucking good Jimin is at kissing. It makes him fall quiet as he bites on his bottom lip, imagining Jimin’s lips on his own.

“We can talk, and make out a little bit.”

He proposes, hearing Jimin chuckle again. 

It’s rare to have Jimin in such a good mood. He only ever sees him professional, and agitated.

“Sure. Come over.”

He repeats it twice in his mind before he processes the words. Then he stands up in a rush, looks at the clock.

“Really?”

He asks, in case Jimin was being sarcastic.

“Yeah, sure. Bring beer.”

“How much?”

“Enough for me to not remember I invited you to my house.”

“That’s not within my budget.”

Jimin laughs again, and Jungkook grins when he hangs up.

————————

This is a terrible idea.

He only manages to wrap his mind around it when he’s in front of Jimin’s doorstep with a crate of beer. 

This is a really, really bad idea. 

Hoseok will kill him if he finds out.

Those thoughts dissipate immediately when Jimin opens the door and he’s dressed in sweatpants and a loose shirt which looks slept in. Even more notable is how his hair is down instead of slicked back. It looks fluffy. 

Cute.

Then his scent hits, and Jungkook’s feels like coming home. 

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Jimin steps aside, lets Jungkook in.

He can hear the tv in the living room, spots the  coffee table full of snacks and a few empty cans of beer. 

Jimin takes the crate of beer from him and walks past him to the kitchen. 

“I’ll put these in the fridge. You want a can?”

“Yeah.”

He walks over slowly to the couch, takes a good look around since last time he had other things to focus on. 

Jimin’s apartment is definitely more homey. The colours are warmer; the interior is all yellows, browns, and greens. It looks lived in, instead of his own apartment. 

There’s even cute Polaroid pictures on the wall of Jimin and presumably his friends. He looks so happy in them, smiling so much that his eyes are almost entirely closed. 

So pretty.

A cold can of beer is pressed into his hands. 

“You like the show masked singer?”

Jimin asks as he walks to the couch and sits down. 

Jungkook hums, nods. He stares a little longer at the picture before he sits down beside Jimin. 

“Your apartment is really nice.”

“Yeah? I tried making it the opposite of work.”

It smells like Jimin everywhere. There’s no other scent in the house, just Jimin. It makes his alpha really happy for some reason. He watches Jimin open his can of beer, taking a sip as he focuses on the show. 

Cute.

“This big house all for yourself?”

He asks, opening his own can too. 

“Yeah. You live by yourself too right?”

Jimin doesn’t look away from the screen when he talks. 

“Yeah.”

“No mate?”

Jimin follows up, although he knows the answer. 

“No. I- uh.. my addiction doesn’t really make me the best sort of mate.”

He says, drinking his beer. 

It’s a little weird, being at Jimin’s apartment this late, talking to him like they’re friends, but it’s also surprisingly comfortable.

“Yeah I guess that must be hard.” Jimin agrees. “Have you gone to therapy?”

This time, Jimin does take his eyes off the screen to look at him. Jungkook is the one looking away, a bit ashamed. 

“Yeah. A few times.. it didn’t really work out.”

“Why?”

Jungkook rubs the back of his head.

“I.. ended up fucking my therapist.”

To his surprise, Jimin chuckles. It might be the alcohol making him a little less serious, but it’s a nice change. 

“Sorry, I know it’s not funny-“

“No it’s fine, I guess it is a little funny.”

He takes a sip, looks at Jimin who tries to hide his smile behind his can of beer.

“So you’ve been addicted for how long?”

“4 years now.”

“What caused it?”

Ah. 

Jungkook looks away again, takes a long, long sip of his beer. 

“My dad wouldn’t allow me to have any distractions from studying. Especially no omegas around. He wanted me to grow up with as much alpha influence as possible.”

Jimin raises his brows, his body turning towards him in interest.

“That sounds like a fucked up thing to do.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Jungkook sighs. 

“And it explains the daddy issues.”

Jimin adds, making Jungkook snap his head towards him. There’s an amused little smile playing on Jimin’s lips, a twinkle in his eyes.

“It does.”

He agrees, eyes traveling down Jimin’s front, recalling exactly what he looks like underneath that loose shirt. There’s a breathy chuckle from Jimin, before he turns and takes a sip of his beer, cowering away. 

“So what did you do? Watch porn?”

“Loads.”

Jimin hums. 

“And then? Your dad suddenly let you go?”

“Yeah. Once I was done with my studies I took over the company and he went overseas.” He says. “I smelled an omega close to me for the first time and went into feral rut. Ever since then I’ve had the compulsive need to fuck something or someone every few hours.”

Jimin pauses a bit, looks as though he genuinely feels bad for him. 

“Must be.. tiring I guess?”

“Very.”

Jungkook wants to take another sip, finds his can is already empty. Maybe that’s why he feels so dizzy. Could also be Jimin’s scent.

“So what about you? You don’t have a mate either.”

He states. Not that it’s common to have a mate around this age, it’s just notable. 

Jimin chuckles humourlessly. 

“Yeah. Well.. I’m a dysfunctional alpha, I guess.”

It comes out crude, and though Jimin is trying to make it lighthearted with his smile.

Jimin puts his empty can on the coffee table and Jungkook immediately stands up. 

“Want another one?”

“Yeah.”

He walks to the fridge, gets two bottles and returns. He hands Jimin one and sits down a little closer to him on the couch. 

“What do you mean dysfunctional?”

He asks carefully. 

Jimin opens the bottle by putting the edge of the lid against his coffee table, then slamming on it. He hands it to Jungkook and takes the unopened one from his hands. 

It shouldn’t be hot, but it is. He catches himself staring. 

“I can’t smell omegas.”

Jimin says then. 

Jungkook blinks. Blinks a few times more.

“What?”

“I had to have surgery to my nose when I was very young, ever since then I haven’t been able to smell omegas. At all.”

Jungkook’s jaw drops a little bit. He looks at Jimin, finds the alpha looking down at his bottle like he’s feeling ashamed of himself. 

“Yeah, it sucks. I can’t smell most of my family, or some of my friends, can’t tell what they’re thinking or feeling, can’t tend to them. I never know what to do around them, it’s really annoying.”

Jimin then takes a long sip of his beer.

Jungkook is a little in shock, feels like an idiot for asking Jimin about omegas during his rut. 

“During ruts.. you can’t even smell omegas during your rut?”

“No. I can fuck them, but I can’t smell them at all and it makes me feel incredibly angry. So I’ve spent my ruts alone for years now.”

“That’s painful.”

“It is what it is.”

Jimin sighs. 

“And you can’t have surgery again?”

“No, something snapped. I’ve had it looked at, but they can’t do anything about it.”

Jimin sounds angry, his scent tingles Jungkook’s nose uncomfortably. He knows Jimin will just get pissed if he tries to comfort touch him, so instead he tries to make his scent calm him down a little. 

“My family and friends all know, they’re really sweet. It’s just.. inconvenient.”

“So that’s why you don’t have a mate.”

“Yeah. Alpha partners are not accepted, especially being a CEO and constantly followed by paparazzi.”

He hums, watches how Jimin wraps his lips around his bottle.

He has to be careful with this next question.

“Have you- have you been interested then? In an alpha partner?”

Jimin side-eyes him while he drinks his beer, raises an eyebrow. Jungkook pretends it’s a normal question. 

He taps his hand on his thigh, waits impatiently for Jimin to answer.

“I’ve liked an alpha once, but I freaked her out. I’ve sworn off finding a mate ever since.”

Jimin says, putting his almost empty bottle on the table. Holy shit, he drinks fast.

“So, I can’t really help that I can only smell alphas, but you can.” Jimin states, turning towards him again. “So what’s wrong with you?”

It makes him chuckle, the directness. Honestly, what is wrong with him? He shrugs

“A lot, probably. Your scent is unlike other alpha, to me.”

Jimin just stares, blinks, waits for more. 

“I thought it was my sex addiction the first time. That it somehow got tired of omega scents, because I needed more stimulation.” Jungkook purses his lips as he thinks, then takes a sip of his beer. “And then.. found out I liked men.”

“Because of me?”

“Yeah.”

Jimin seems somewhat impressed, sort of smug about that fact. 

“And then I had a two week impotent streak where I could not get it up at all.”

He wonders if that’s too personal, but Jimin doesn’t seem uncomfortable in the slightest. He’s listening intently. 

“Wait, you couldn’t get hard?”

“At all.”

“But.. you’re a sex addict-“

“Yes. So that sucked.”

Jungkook drinks more, sees Jimin waiting for him to go on. 

“And then you came back from your rut and I was cured. Partially.”

“What do you mean?”

Jimin drinks his last bit of beer, eyes fixated on him.

“Well, I still can’t get hard with others. Only when I’m alone or with..”

He suddenly realises it might make Jimin feel upset or weird if he says he can only get hard around him, but Jimin seems to put two and two together immediately.

“Oh.”

He sees the crease between Jimin’s eyebrows appear, so he waves his hands dismissively in front of him.

“No- no it’s fine. I’m sure it will blow over- it might just be my body finally getting tired after 4 years of addiction-“

“Or you’re desperately in love with me-“

“I’m not.”

Jungkook crosses his arms in an X, but Jimin isn’t buying it at all. He crosses his legs and scoffs, gives Jungkook a once-over. 

“I’m not in love with you.”

Jungkook tries again.

“Then what is it?”

Jimin asks, moving closer to him on the couch. He feels like a prey with the way Jimin eyes him up and down, so slowly.

“What is what?”

He lowers his voice, looks from one eye to the other, tries not to react even though his alpha is reeling at the lack of space. Even worse is, Jimin inches closer, makes their noses bump softly against each other. 

“This.”

fuck, Jimin smells good. So good. He swallows, eyes traveling down to Jimin’s lips. 

They’re right there. His pretty, pillowy lips. 

“You coming over here at 2 am, to get to know me. What’s that?”

Jimin whispers. 

God, Jungkook wants to kiss him, but he’s supposed to answer this question correctly.

“Just-“

Jimin tilts his head a little more, breath ghosting over his lips.

Jungkook grips the couch tightly.

“Just wanna be friends.”

He whispers, eyes slowly closing as Jimin leans in. 

“Friends.”

Jimin states. The lie is so obvious, yet he still doesn’t move away. His skin tingles, eyelashes fluttering shut.

“Mmh.”

He nods.

“Friends don’t kiss.”

Jimin whispers, makes a fair point, but Jungkook does not have the capability to listen when he is this close to him. 

“We’re not kissing.”

He whispers back, because it’s the only thing he can muster.  Jimin is so close, so close. He can push him on his back, kiss him all night on this couch if he would let him. 

“Friends can’t kiss.”

Jimin says softly, pulling back far enough for Jungkook’s sanity to slip away. 

“We can- we can not be friends.” He chases Jimin’s lips, wraps his hand around the back of Jimin’s neck. “We can just- we can just have sex.”

“Can you?”

Jimin asks.

Jungkook nods, though it’s a lie. He just needs Jimin one way or another, needs him so bad. 

“I don’t think you can.” Jimin says softly, voice sweet. “I think you’re addicted to me.”

It’s true probably, he might be addicted to Jimin. It would make sense. He’s an addict either way, Jimin just adds fuel to the fire.

He opens his eyes, finds those siren eyes looking right back.

definitely addicted. 

There’s no one who looks as pretty. No one with this amount of beauty, this seductive aura luring him in.

“It’s not possible. Whatever you want with me, I can’t give it to you, you know that.” Jimin says again, like a mantra. “Even if I wanted to.”

Even if Jimin wanted to. 

Doesn’t he? He smells like he wants to. Jungkook easily detects it. No matter how stoic Jimin looks on the outside, there’s something there. 

“We could hide it.”

He whispers. 

Jimin chuckles softly, seems so comfortable with the close proximity. Their noses are almost touching, he feels every exhale of breath against his lips. 

“There’s nothing there to hide.”

jimin says, adamant.

He blinks slowly. The alcohol makes everything slow. Or maybe it’s the way Jimin lies so confidently. 

“You think if I opened your curtains right now and the press saw this, it wouldn’t be on every tabloid?” 

He asks, scanning Jimin’s pretty face. 

There’s a long silence.

That’s right. Two alphas this close on the couch, a mere inch between their lips. As if it’s not absolutely taboo. 

He massages the back of Jimin’s neck, looks at how he is trying to come up with something to say.

“I know we’re not going to be anything, I know we can’t.”

Jungkook says, making it clear.

“But whatever this is-“

He bumps his nose against Jimin’s softly.

“It’s something to hide.”

Jimin bites his lower lip. There is no point in denying it, so he doesn’t. A sigh leaves his lips, and he turns his head to the coffee table, grabs his bottle but it’s empty. 

Without saying a word he stands up, walks towards the kitchen and fetches himself another beer. He seems to be mulling it over still when he walks back, staring into the distance as he sits back down on the couch, not even trying to put more distance between them. 

He smells good. Jungkook keeps wanting to bury his face into his neck and breathe him in every second. 

“Okay. You’re right, there is something.”

“There is.”

Jungkook agrees, sipping from his bottle.

“But that’s all it can be.”

Jimin says. 

It makes him scowl. Like a kid that can’t get his candy, he just pouts and looks in front of him. 

There’s no gain in the whole situation. He knows that if they have sex he’s going to fall even deeper in love. Even if they could hide it, take scent blockers, it would still not suffice. He’d want all of Jimin. 

Being friends is the better option. It’s not the better option but it’s the only option. It’s friends or nothing.

And that sucks. 

If Jungkook didn’t have these feelings, if Jimin didn’t know he had those feelings for him.. he could have proposed friends with benefits. No strings attached. He could have done that. 

But Jimin knows he’s addicted to him. There’s no denying it. 

“Stop making me feel bad, your scent is affecting me.”

“Sorry. I just-“

“I know.”

Jimin caresses through his hair once, to comfort him. There’s a warm smile on his face that Jungkook has never seen before. Maybe it’s the alcohol, Jimin looks pretty, like dusk. 

“Let’s just be friends from now on.”

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