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Taehyung’s brother is the single hottest guy he has ever seen. 

And once he presents as an alpha, he’s finally gonna make Jimin notice him.

Ever since the first time he came over to Taehyung’s place, he’s had eyes for Jimin. It’s always those fleeting moments where they meet, Jeongguk’s eyes linger for a little too long.

He doesn’t think he can be blamed for it though, Jimin’s got dirty blonde hair, dark brown, monolid eyes; they’re sharp and seductive. his cheeks still look soft, even with those high cheekbones. and then, god, his lips are so incredibly pretty: soft, full, pink.

yeah, he stares too much, knows all the details; when jimin smiles one of his front teeth is just a little crooked, he’s got tiny birthmarks on his forehead, sometimes in summer he’s got the lightest traces of freckles.

On top of that he’s got a defined neck and pretty collarbones which just make Jeongguk’s mouth water each time Jimin decides to wear something revealing.

and maybe most attractive thing of all is Jimin’s scent.

the first time he caught a whiff of it; he remembers it like yesterday. 

It was his first time at Taehyung’s place. he had gone to the bathroom, and it suddenly hit him, that soft, sweet, addictive scent; plum blossom.

He’s embarrassed to admit he sniffed some of the shampoos there to check where it was coming from, even the handsoap, but none of the stuff in there, not the conditioner, the bath oils, none of it carried that perfect mix of soft yet sweet, flowery yet fruity.

Only when he stepped out of the bathroom and Jimin passed him by, did he finally find out.

Lucky for him, Taehyung has never noticed it.

He’s been coming over for a good year, at least once a week, but Taehyung has never caught him sneaking glances at Jimin. 

Sadly, he doesn’t think Jimin has noticed either. Which is all fine because once he presents as an alpha, it will change everything.

He’s imagined it so many times; the day he presents, the day he walks into Taehyung’s home and catches Jimin by surprise. He’s gonna take Jimin’s breath away with his scent, he’s gonna be his perfect match, he’s gonna make Jimin his.

So he’s only slightly upset when Jimin leaves to do an internship. But he decides to use those three months to his advantage; he bulks up, gains more muscle, gets a double lip piercing, and he’s finally started his sleeve tattoo as well. 

Everything is going to fall into place soon, he can just feel it. Once Jimin returns he’ll finally have presented, and Jimin will definitely want a piece of him, he’s going to make goddamn sure of it. 

———————

So.

He presents as an omega.

Life is cruel and unfair.

A year of pining and fantasising and for what? For sensitive nipples and slick. 

Oh man his crash out is bad. Taehyung keeps asking why he doesn’t wanna come over but he’s bathing in shame in his room. 

He looks like an alpha, he’s grown a bit taller, pretty sure he’s taller than Jimin now, he’s got these big pecs, big biceps, a fairly big dick too. On top of that he smells like white musk, which is about the most alpha-like omega scent there is. And yet.

after another week of sulking he finally gives in to Taehyung’s nagging. Jimin won’t come home for another week, so this is probably the last time he can come over. He doesn’t think he can handle Jimin finding out he’s an omega. 

“I honestly don’t really get why you’re so upset. What’s wrong with being an omega?”

He sprawls out over Taehyung’s bed and sighs, scrolling through his phone.

“It’s nothing. I just thought I’d be an alpha, that’s all.”

“So, why did you want to be an alpha so bad?”

Well, funny story. 

He shrugs.

“Don’t know, maybe cause you’re an alpha too.”

“That’s bullshit though, you’ve never cared about that.”

Taehyung pokes his side.

Jeongguk turns to look at him, needs a better excuse but he can’t think of one. However before that, Taehyung’s eyes widen, and he sits up. 

“You don’t think I like you right?” 

“What? No, of course not.” 

“Cause I don’t like your scent like that-“

“I don’t like yours either so-“

“How can you not like mine though?”

“It smells like wood, I’m not into woody-“

“So? You smell like white musk, what omega smells like musk?”

Jeongguk huffs, sits up too, and he’s about to finger-flick Taehyung’s forehead when the door opens.

It’s his worst nightmare come to life. 

Jimin walks in with a big smile, surprising the both of them. 

“What the-“ Taehyung jumps up immediately, pulls Jimin into a hug. “I thought you were coming next week!”

Jeongguk wants to crawl into the mattress and not be perceived. 

Because Jimin looks so incredibly good, sun-kissed, his skin glowing, cheeks a little pink. And that amazing, sweet scent of plum blossom hits him even worse than before. 

Before presenting, he was already obsessed with it, but now it’s like the entire world stops turning. He can smell even the slightest hints of it, the floral tones, the ripeness of the fruit. 

Shouldn’t it be turning him off rather than on? Isn’t he biologically programmed to not like it? 

“Oh is that you Jeonggukie?”

Shit.

Jimin’s pretty, slanted eyes land onto him.

Maybe from this distance Jimin can’t smell him, and he can pretend for a while longer that he hasn’t presented yet. But he has to at least be civil, Taehyung is here too, he can’t stay on the bed and say an awkward hi. 

So he just bites the inside of his cheek and gets up, takes a few steps closer.

He is taller than Jimin now. But for what. 

“Good to see you again.”

He says, gives a polite nod.

Jimin gives him the up-and-down. Twice. 

“You’re-“

“Yeah. I’m an omega.”

He says, just to rip the bandaid off. 

Jimin blinks.

“Oh, I was just gonna say you’re taller than me.”

Oh.

“And, these are new too?” Jimin nods at his face. “Those piercings.”

“Yeah he’s also starting a sleeve, look.” Taehyung grabs his wrist and hitches his sleeve up to expose the beginning of his tattoo. “Isn’t it cool?”

Jeongguk feels his ears burn up the slightest bit as Jimin checks him out. Those dark brown eyes run over his arm a few times, one of his eyebrows quirks up.

“And hitting the gym, I see.” 

Fuck, why is he being examined like this? 

“Who are you trying to impress, hm? Found an alpha while I was away?”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, because Jimin looks at him with a certain glint in his eyes that he’s never seen before, but Taehyung is right next to him so he has to act normal. 

“N-no. No, I just-“

“Oh my god you’re right. That’s it huh? You’re crushing on someone.”

Taehyung pushes his shoulder.

He used to be good at lying but somehow since he’s presented it’s 10 times more difficult because he’s got to keep his scent under control. 

“I’m not.” he looks at Jimin, needs to divert the attention. “How was your internship?”

Jimin laughs softly.

Jeongguk pretends he doesn’t hear Taehyung say “oh man you do have a crush.” 

“My internship was fun. Glad I’m done though, my married boss was down bad for me near the end.”

“Only you would have that.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes.

Jimin runs a hand through his pretty, dirty blonde hair, and shrugs with a small smile.

Jeongguk pretends he isn’t jealous, but he thinks it’s only fair when he poses the question; 

“so did you meet anyone else then?”

“Mm? An alpha you mean? No, I don’t have time for that.”

Good.

That’s good. Perfect, even. 

Jeongguk nods a few times, fights the way the corners of his mouth try to curl up. But then he remembers he’s an omega anyway, he can’t really do shit, whether Jimin would or wouldn’t have time for an alpha.

“Anyway, I’m gonna surprise Seokjin now, so, see you both later.”

Jimin pats Taehyung’s head, but before he walks off Jeongguk swears he gets another up-and-down. 

That, or he’s delusional.

Probably the latter. 

———————

He forgets about it for a month or so, until he gets a message from Taehyung.

my brother wants to join tonight, you okay with that?

fuck.

He rushes to type a reply.

yeah sure, seems like fun 

He looks at the time, curses under his breath.

I might be a bit later

he throws his phone on the bed and jumps under the shower quickly. 

and if he spends more than 15 minutes trying to find the right clothes, and another 10 minutes trying to make his hair look good, well, that’s none of anyone’s business.

———————

It’s quite a fun night. 

Jimin has joined them shortly a few times before, but never quite like this. Turns out he’s quite good at mario kart. Jeongguk usually wins when it’s just him and Taehyung but he’s got nothing on Jimin. 

He’s actually pretty good at any game. Be it on the switch, card games, or drinking games.

And Jimin is also pretty good at holding his liquor because at some point, man, Jeongguk feels the world start to spin a bit.

It’s around 4 am when Taehyung falls asleep on the couch, head leaning on the edge, mouth wide open.

Jimin chuckles, grabs a small blanket to tuck Taehyung in. Jeongguk helps him with it, only then realises it’s the two of them left. 

“Another beer?”

Jimin asks, already on his feet on the way to the fridge. 

Jeongguk still has half a bottle left, but when he gets handed another he takes it wordlessly. He can deal with all of this better when he’s drunk anyway.

Except, when Jimin sits down next to him instead, his body tenses up immediately. 

not even alcohol can save him. Their thighs touch. Jimin feels warm.

He looks at Jimin’s side profile when he drinks, that sharp jawline, and that pretty, elegant, untouched neck. Fuck, how many times has he fantasised about claiming him?

His cheeks burn up a little from the alcohol, and maybe something else too, maybe that hint of sweet plum blossom intruding his senses.

Jimin’s eyes land on his, a small smile appears his lips.

“So, Jeonggukie. Now that Taehyung is knocked out I need to ask..” 

Oh god. 

Did Jimin notice his crush? 

“Who is it? The alpha you’re trying to impress.”

Thank fuck.

He breathes a soft breath of relief and takes a big sip of his beer before he shrugs. 

“Don’t have one.”

“Ah, you know, that might work on Taehyung, but not on me.”

Jimin leans a little closer, until their shoulders touch.

It’s warm, Jimin feels so warm. His thigh, his shoulder, his playful, dark brown eyes.

Jeongguk looks down at his lap, ears buzzing.

“Since we’re both omegas, I can tell. And you’re not all that good at lying either.”

Ah, fuck. 

Should he just go along with it?

He bites on his tongue, feels his heartbeat increase a bit.

Jimin chuckles then.

“Alright, you don’t have to tell me. I was just wondering if I could help.”

Jeongguk blinks once, dares to look at Jimin.

“Help with what?”

Something about his smile changes, it’s not soft anymore, there’s some intent behind it, he doesn’t know what it means.

“Anything, really. Flirting, for example.”

“Flirting?”

“Yeah..” Jimin tilts his head. “I mean, unless I’m misjudging you, I kind of have the feeling you’re a virgin.”

Oh.

Even though Jimin is right, it’s kind of a blow to his ego that he of all people can see right through him. The only guy he really wants to impress.

the smell of plum blossom is getting stronger.

“I didn’t mean that in a condescending way.”

“No I get it.”

He holds his beer a little tighter, embarrassed to the core. If he ever did have any chances with Jimin to begin with, it’s all over now. He’s pretty sure Jimin is into experienced alphas.

“There aren’t many male omegas so, I just thought maybe, if you’re having a bit of a hard time finding out how everything works.. I could show you the ropes.”

His thoughts of shame and doom halt for a second, looks from one eye into the other.

“In.. like, in what way?”

“Just like I said..” Jimin shrugs, his smile doesn’t give anything away. “flirting, how to handle alphas, and stuff like that.”

stuff like that. 

how wonderfully vague.

His throat runs a little dry just thinking about spending more alone time with Jimin. Or maybe it’s the ripe scent of plums that has been getting more irresistible with each second.

But.. 

He looks at Taehyung.

as if Jimin reads his mind he says: “I could come to your place.”

Oh, if Jeongguk would have heard these words before he presented, he would have probably gotten hard on the spot. 

Now, he just feels a rush of nerves surging through him. There’s nothing more embarrassing than an omega lusting after another omega. He can’t even knot Jimin.

“Well, you don’t have to decide now, just think about it. I’d love to help you out, you know, as a fellow male omega.”

“Mm.”

Jeongguk nods, looks down at his lap. 

Is it better to have a tiny bit of Jimin as an omega solidarity project, or is he better of just not having him at all? 

“Let’s do it.”

It’s out of his mouth before he can think twice.

Jimin blinks a few times, and then his pretty lips stretch into a beautiful smile. 

Or a smirk?

“Yeah? Okay, let’s set up some dates.”

———————

wanna play smash brothers?

Jeongguk looks at the text, feels his ears burn up. Just the name of the game is ironic.

sorry, got plans. tomorrow?

“Who’s that? Your alpha?”

He looks up at Jimin, shakes his head. 

“Just Tae.”

It’s so weird to see Jimin in his room, he still can’t fully comprehend it. 

To be honest, he’s got no idea what he’s even in for. He just randomly agreed to “flirting lessons” even though he doesn’t think that’s really a thing. 

He didn’t even think Jimin would go through with it, but he ended up on the doorstep just a few minutes ago with a pretty smile. 

And now they’re in his room, and he’s just sitting on his bed because there really isn’t anywhere else to sit in this small space. 

“Can I sit down?”

Jimin nods at the spot right next to him on the bed and Jeongguk just nods even though he’s taking a mental note that his bed will smell like Jimin tonight. 

“Relax, I don’t bite.” Jimin laughs softly, leans back on his hands, looks quite comfortable already. “I know we were both kind of drunk when we made this deal so, if you don’t want to we don’t have to. We could just hang out.”

Hang out? 

Him and Jimin, hanging out, casually.

Somehow that makes it worse because what the fuck is he supposed to do with Jimin? Sure they’ve talked before but it’s always been a strictly -you are my best friend’s brother- type of relationship.

It already feels wrong in itself. He didn’t even tell Taehyung about this.

“No I do want to.. like.. I guess it would be better if I knew how to approach an alpha.”

He looks at Jimin’s white, slightly open blouse, a bit of his chest and clavicles showing. His mouth waters. Still has to face the fact that Jimin is never going to be his mate.

“I get it, I was lost when I presented as an omega. Hated it the first few months.”

“You did?”

“Mmh, I thought I’d present as an alpha, like most men. And since there are no other male omegas in the family I didn’t know how to deal with all of it.”

Oh, so, that’s pretty similar to his own experience.

“But that made everything quite difficult, I didn’t know what my first heat would be like, when it would hit, and how to take care of all of that.”

Heat..

Jimin in heat.

Yeah, he’s listening.

“So, when I found out you’re also an omega I just wanted to make sure you don’t have to deal with that alone.”

Jimin says, snapping him back to reality.

Ah, he’s such a loser. Jimin is here being kind and he can’t stop moping about the fact he’s never gonna get him. 

He just gives a short nod, not even sure he heard all of that.

“Have you.. had your first heat yet?”

Jimin asks then, tilts his head slowly. 

His heartbeat picks up a bit, and he shakes his head.

“Not yet. Don’t know when it will come.”

Jimin’s eyes light up just the slightest bit.

“Oh.. good, good.”

How is that good?

“It can come unexpected when you’re around the alpha you like, so, be wary of that.”

“Right.” He nods, has to play along because otherwise there would be no sense in these lessons. “I’ll.. be careful around him.”

“Ah, so it’s a guy then.”

Jimin grins, nudging his knee with his leg.

Fuck, he ran his mouth. He tries to play it off, just shrugs as if he doesn’t care, even though his face slowly starts to feel hot.

“Okay, so, have you talked to him before?”

“Uh, no.”

“Not at all?”

“No.”

Jimin blinks once.

“So.. you like him because?”

Oh fuck, yeah, he’s got to have some sort of fake interest in his fake crush.

“It’s just.. you know, I’ve seen him from afar mostly.” Maybe he should use some source material here. “He.. smells really good.”

Like plum blossom, actually.

“So, you wanna get to know him then.”

“Yeah.”

“But you don’t know how to approach him.”

“Yeah, basically.”

Story of his life. Maybe if he’d been better at flirting he could have caught Jimin’s interest way earlier.

A small smile tugs at Jimin’s lips then, and he brushes a hand through his dirty blonde hair. 

“Okay. I’ll play the role of your alpha for these lessons then.”

Oh no.

Jeongguk freezes in his tracks.

“You? As the alpha?”

“Yeah.” Jimin nods, a certain twinkle in his eyes. “I’ve seen enough of them, I know how to act like one.”

Oh boy, this is gonna go south so fast if he agrees.

“Unless you’re nervous?”

Jimin quirks a brow.

“No.”

Shit, he should have thought that one through.

“Okay.” Jimin shifts a little closer. “Just imagine I’m your alpha and talk to me, I’ll try to give you tips along the way.”

Jeongguk bites the inside of his cheek, nerves surging through his veins at lightning speed. 

“Just- just like- you mean- talk about like, normal stuff?”

“No.” Jimin chuckles. “Not here for normal stuff. You want to learn how to flirt, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, how would you try to get his attention?”

“I don’t know- like.. I’d say- hi?”

Jimin quirks a brow, a barely concealed smile on his lips.

“Just hi?”

Oh, Jimin is teasing him. He bites the inside of his cheek, tries not to fluster.

“Aren’t you supposed to teach me first before we get into roleplay?”

“I will, I just thought method acting would help.”

ah, he feels so inexperienced under Jimin’s siren eyes. It’s unfair how Jimin practically exudes seduction. 

“How- how do you do it?”

He asks.

“Do what?”

“With your eyes.” He nods at Jimin, looks from one into the other. “That look.”

Jimin blinks, a small smirk tugs on his lips.

“You like it?”

He nods without hesitation, feels his face burn up a little when Jimin moves closer, tone dips lower when he speaks, a bit breathy.

“You have to imagine something that makes you feel a little hot.”

Sweet, addictive, plum blossoms. Jimin is close enough that each time he takes a breath it makes him dizzy. 

“So.. what are you imagining?”

He asks, slightly because of curiosity, mostly because he hopes it’s not someone else.

“Me?” Jimin tilts his head. “It’s a secret.”

How unfair. And how alluring. 

He really wants to press, needs to know if Jimin is thinking about some stupid alpha, but he doesn’t know how to ask.

It seems Jimin is waiting for it though, because there’s that look in his eyes, as though he’s challenging him.

So, on a sliver of courage he clears his throat.

“How.. how can I find out?”

Jimin’s lips slowly stretch into a grin, and he gestures him to come closer with his fingers.

He pretends it doesn’t make his entire body heat up, and just crawls closer to Jimin. But can’t really pretend as soon as Jimin grabs his chin and turns his head to align his lips with his ear.

“Say please.”

A shiver runs down his spine, and he feels arousal slowly creep up his neck, which is probably notable to Jimin as well. However, if it is at all bothering him, he doesn’t say anything.

He slowly turns his head, feels Jimin’s fingers still ghosting over his chin. 

He feels his heartbeat in his throat.

This is the closest they’ve ever been.

“Please.”

A beat passes, and then the air suddenly gets thick with Jimin’s scent. So heady, so addictive, when he breathes in he can almost taste it on his tongue. Ripe, sweet plums.

Jimin pulls back then, and the delicious tension breaks when he chuckles.

“Wow, thought you said you weren’t good at flirting? Look at you.”

Jeongguk blinks, sits back against the headboard completely dizzy, shirt sticking to his back. 

Was that really just a play? He didn’t imagine Jimin’s scent getting thicker, right? 

“I- I just followed you along.”

“Very good.” Jimin nods. “That‘s basically what it is. A natural push and pull.”

Jeongguk nods but doesn’t really get it, mind still trying to catch up. He never did get to hear what Jimin was thinking about. 

“But you’re the one.. like, leading the conversation. I don’t know how to even start.”

“Do you need to lead the conversation?”

Jimin asks, tilts his head, one of his blonde locks falls prettily over his forehead. 

Jeongguk just stares at him, and for the first time really thinks about it. He’s always so focused on trying to be the confident, cocky, cool guy, he just naturally thought he needed to be in the lead. 

“Flirting isn’t about being the instigator all the time.” Jimin nudges his knee with his foot, caresses over it, softly. “It’s also about knowing how to play along, what to say or do to keep that tension going.”

Is it ridiculous that even the smallest caress over his knee is making his cheeks burn up?

“So, you’re saying I’m better at being flirted with than flirting?”

“Mmh.” Jimin nods, corner of his mouth pulling up a little bit. “Yeah, you do well at following orders too.”

Ah, that’s just humiliating. He’s taking these lessons to become the instigator, to impress Jimin, to find out how to make him all flustered. And yet he’s the one following orders and having Jimin show him what to do.

“That’s a good thing. Alphas like that.”

Jimin tries to cheer him up but he’s not really into it. He doesn’t care about alphas anyway. 

When he doesn’t reply, Jimin moves to sit right next to him agains the headboard.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, it’s just..” He looks right at Jimin, then back at the bed. “I just don’t think I’m able to impress my crush like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because- he’s like.. so experienced, and I haven’t even ki-“

His voice breaks on the last word and his eyes widen. 

Jimin perks up next to him.

“You haven’t.. kissed?”

Oh fuck.

He hides his face in his hands. Might as well just bury himself at this point, there is no way he just said that out loud. 

“You haven’t kissed yet?” 

Jimin asks again, for some reason sounding a little- what’s the word? excited? 

He just nods once, defeated.

“Want me to- I mean I could- if you’d want to I could teach you.”

The words don’t register for a solid few seconds, but then he lifts his head and looks at Jimin, eyes wide.

Jimin looks at him so casually, as if this is a normal thing between friends to offer. As if it isn’t absolutely insane. They’re not even friends to begin with.

And even though he should decline right away,  his eyes accidentally dart down to Jimin’s lips, and it feels like a punch in the gut. 

Oh, god. 

How many times has he thought about it? Whenever he was at Taehyung’s place he fantasised about walking into Jimin’s room and just.. 

He can barely breathe, memorised the form of Jimin’s plush, pink lips a long time ago, but the thought of finally kissing them- oh fuck. 

Snap out of it. 

“Oh.. I mean, isn’t that weird?”

He looks up, finds Jimin looking at him with a type of expression he can’t place. It’s like his eyes are cast over by something dark, until he blinks.

“You think so?”

Jimin puts the ball back in his court and he doesn’t know what to say. 

If he says yes, will they just move on to another topic? because it isn’t like he doesn’t want to kiss, but seeming way too eager to kiss is also gonna look suspicious.

“I mean.. you’re.. my best friend’s brother.”

“Yeah, you’d probably feel weird seeing Tae again after kissing me, I guess.”

Jimin nods slowly, then averts his gaze.

Ah, fuck. 

His leg starts to shake just a bit, and he bites the inside of his cheek. This isn’t going where he wants it to go, he needs to find a way to have those lips on his own.

“But.. I mean.. if it’s for practice, then..”

He trails off.

Jimin perks up next to him, turns to look at him again.

“Then?”

It’s impossible to not look at Jimin’s lips with this subject, he tries to be decent but his eyes just keep dragging down to those soft.. pink lips.

“I mean.. if you don’t think it’s weird.”

“I don’t think it’s weird.” Jimin says almost immediately, sounds so sure too. “I mean, since we’re both omegas, and I’m just helping out.”

“Right..” 

He nods along slowly, looks back up at Jimin, who’s looking at his lips. 

Oh.. 

A rush of heat runs down his spine. He’s pretty sure his scent spikes too, because Jimin pulls back just a bit to breathe.

“So, I can teach you?”

Jimin looks back up, quirks a brow.

“Yeah..” He nods, but suddenly nerves surge through his veins. He’s never kissed before, what if he sucks? “I’m.. I’m sorry if it’s bad, though.”

Jimin shakes his head immediately. 

“It’s gonna be fine. As I said..” He leans a little closer. “You’re good at following orders.”

This time around, he doesn’t feel embarrassed; something about Jimin’s tone makes him feel hot instead. It could be the temperature of the room, but god, he’s sweating a little.

They’re shoulder to shoulder, sitting against his headboard. Jimin is looking at his lips like he wants to close the distance already— or maybe he’s delusional.

“The key part for a first kiss is, you have to take your time.” Jimin says softly, looks up at him, taps on his own lips once. “Don’t push your tongue inside first second.”

Oh, god. It’s not a kiss, they’re gonna make out make out. It knocks the air out of his lungs, the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight as he nods. 

“Okay.”

“Also..” Jimin turns his body towards him a little more, brings up his hand. “Can I?”

Jeongguk doesn’t know what he means but he just nods. Then, Jimin’s fingers thread through his hair, caress over his scalp, slowly behind his ear, down to his neck.

His eyes flutter shut, heartbeat out of control when Jimin’s fingers brush ever so lightly over his scent gland.

“Is it okay, if I touch you here?”

Jimin whispers, close to his ear. 

He nods immediately, can’t help the way his body shudders with the attention. Fuck, he’s such a loser, can’t even take a phantom touch of his scent gland without salivating.

“Good.. and, can I sit on your lap?”

He blinks his eyes wide open and shakes his head. 

“No— if you sit there then..” oh god— he’s gonna sound pathetic if he says that out loud, so he just swallows his words, looks at Jimin with his cheeks a little red. “Just like this, please.”

Jimin seems a bit confused but then his eyelids sink a little, his lips part slightly like he understands, and his scent gets thicker too.

“Okay.” Jimin nods. “I’ll stay here..”

God, it’s so embarrassing. But he’s sure if Jimin were to sit on his lap right now— he’d get hard within a fraction of a second. He feels his dick twitch just at the thought.

Jimin caresses through his hair once more, a gesture to calm him down, but as soon as he leans closer, Jeongguk can barely breathe. 

Sweet, plum blossoms, the touch of Jimin’s nose against his own, his soft lips just an inch away.

“Remember, it’s practice..” Jimin whispers, nudges his nose again. “If you get hard.. or wet.. it’s all okay.”

“Oh..” Heat flares up his face, his lips tingle a little in anticipation of that kiss. “O—okay.”

“And please don’t hold back any sounds..” Jimin’s lips brush against his own, light and feathery. “I won’t either.”

Shit.

If Jimin means.. moaning, or things like that, he doesn’t think he’s gonna survive.

He can feel his pulse, how tight his throat feels when he swallows, and when he blinks his eyes open just a little, he finds Jimin looking back at him, eyes half-lidded, before they flutter shut, and their lips touch.

It’s like lightning strikes through his body, when he feels those soft, warm lips slot between his own. 

“Mmh..”

An embarrassing sound escapes him without his permission, but right after, Jimin moans softly as well.

Fuck— how beautiful, so wispy.

And then, when Jimin moves his lips, he ascends. They’re so soft, each time they move to slot between his own, he’s amazed at the feeling, and that warmth is so comforting, it feels so natural. 

Jimin sighs softly, caresses through his hair while they kiss. 

He tries the same thing, has been wanting to do this ever since he laid eyes on him. So he runs his fingers through Jimin’s dirty blonde locks, finds out how soft his hair is, almost as soft as his lips.

He just follows Jimin’s lead, opens his mouth a little every time Jimin slots his lips between his, can’t help the soft moans that just fall from his lips every now and then. 

Jimin probably thinks it’s pathetic, how easily he moans, how his scent is spiking already, how hot his body has gotten.

“Mm.. you’re doing so good..” Jimin whispers, moves his hand down slowly, towards his neck. “Don’t even need instructions.”

The praise makes him burn up, but he whispers a “thank you” nonetheless.

He already couldn’t keep his sounds down, but it gets even worse when Jimin caresses over his scent gland, the light touch of his fingertips along with that slow kiss have him moaning kind of loudly.

Lucky for him, Jimin is pretty loud too, moans into his mouth without any care, high and pretty.

Fuck.. that’s what he sounds like..

Arousal licks down his spine, his cock slowly gets hard just from listening.

And then, he feels a hot, wet tongue brush over his lower lip. He breaks the kiss quickly, a little surprised how insanely good that feels.

Jimin’s eyes linger on his lips, but then they travel up slowly. 

“Too much?”

“No.”Jeongguk shakes his head quickly. “Just.. feels hot.”

The corner of Jimin’s mouth curls up a bit.

“I’ll be careful then.”

Jimin is anything but careful, really. He might take it slow, but that just makes it more dangerous. 

Because as soon as his tongue slips past his lips, the kiss is completely different. Whatever felt so soft and comforting when it was just their lips slotting together, now all goes down the drain when he tastes Jimin’s saliva in his mouth.

The distinct taste of sweet, ripe plums.

His eyes roll back, and as if his hand has a mind of its own, it just moves down over Jimin’s neck, to that open blouse.

“Mmh..” Jimin nods, tilts his head the other way and licks over his lower lip. “Good— keep going.”

Fuck—

He can’t think straight, the inside of Jimin’s mouth is so hot, so wet. The way Jimin’s tongue slides against his own makes his cock twitch. 

And then, even though he told Jimin not to— a leg swings over his lap, and Jimin sits down right on top of his crotch.

He tenses up, pretty sure Jimin can feel how hard he is— but Jimin won’t stop kissing him. Doesn’t seem to care one bit, his scent seems to get even thicker.

He automatically holds Jimin’s waist, feels the strong muscles under his fingers, rides up his blouse accidentally, brushing against bare skin.

Oh.. god.

If Jimin couldn’t feel it before he sure can now, his cock twitches a few times, Jimin breaks the kiss to look down.

“Sorry— I climbed on top.” he pants, then looks up. “You’re doing really good.”