Is this your way of asking for more? Pathetic (Patreon)

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It’s embarrassing, for a good week after that scenting lesson, he can’t look Jimin in the eyes.

he skips soccer practice, wallows in shame in his room, but he can’t escape the memories. How he humped Jimin like a dog in heat, clothes still on— his only remedy is that Jimin leaked slick all over him. 

But even right after he came, Jimin just gave him that confident grin, even cooed at how fast he came. 

Yeah, that’s why, the whole week after he’s too ashamed to face him. And when he finally does muster the courage to go to soccer training again, everything is different.

Jimin’s scent doesn’t only hit him right away, it feels familiar, it feels like it’s his. 

And where he was usually a little prickly over the other alphas on the team getting distracted by Jimin, he now full on glares at anyone even looking in Jimin’s general direction.

It’s pathetic.

Jimin isn’t his omega, but just one scenting lesson has his alpha completely wired.

Worse is, when Jimin finally spots him, he doesn’t as much as wave, he only gives him a short nod of acknowledgement like nothing even happened between them. 

Didn’t he ask for regular scenting lessons? Shouldn’t Jimin be more happy to see him? Or is that deal completely out of the window?

He sulks from the side as he watches Jimin make easy conversation with the other guys. 

He contemplates if he should remind him right now, but decides to wait til after training, just in case Jimin will approach him himself.

Sadly, that doesn’t happen.

During practice, Jimin just keeps it professional, and after practice, he doesn’t make any amends to talk to him either.

It gets to him.

It gets to him even more when another alpha tries to lend Jimin his sweater. He almost growls, and as if Jimin can feel the intent, he shoots a glance at him, quirks a brow.

A beat passes, the other alpha looks at him too, and he really doesn’t have any ground to stand on— can’t say stop, he isn’t Jimin’s alpha anyway.

So he just pokes his tongue in his cheek and walks out, waits in the hallway instead. 

Ah, how pathetic, why is he so upset? Is it because Jimin is the first omega he’s ever been intimate with? 

He can’t dwell on it long, because Jimin finally comes out of the changing rooms, bag swung over his shoulder, hair still sweaty at the ends from practice.

“What’s up with you Jeon? You’re scaring the team.”

He gives a short shrug.

“What’s up with you? You don’t even say hi.”

Jimin blinks.

“Did we ever do that before?”

“No but— last week you— last week we—“

“I gave you a lesson.” Jimin finishes, like it’s all business. “We’re not together, if that’s what you think.”

“I don’t think that.” He snaps, crosses his arms. “but— just, a hi would be nice.”

It sounds sulky even to his own ears, and god, he hates how fucking obvious he is. 

Jimin’s eyes glint, like he’s amused, and the corner of his mouth barely lifts.

“Okay, well, hi.”

It’s so easy, he feels the tension inside him lift like it’s nothing, and then has to turn his head away to hide how his cheeks burn up.

He doesn’t even say it back.

“Missed you last practice.” Jimin drops his tone, takes a step closer. “Wondered if I triggered your rut..”

Jeongguk whips his head back.

“My rut? Of course not— we just— we only had one lesson.”

“Mm, I know.” Jimin’s eyes run down his body, slowly. “But you came so fast I just wondered—“

“I didn’t come that fast.” 

He feels his back hit the wall, only now notices he’s been backing away. 

A smirk curls on Jimin’s lips as he closes him in against the wall. 

“No? I think it took you about one minute before you came in your pants.”

That silky, sweet scent spikes, makes Jeongguk’s mouth water. 

“You were leaking slick.” 

He reminds Jimin, cheeks hot with the memory. If that wasn’t bad enough, his eyes drop down to Jimin’s lips too. The most enticing light pink shade, the prettiest, bratz-doll shape.

“I remember. You had a taste.” Jimin says, not even a hint of shame. “That’s when you couldn’t hold it anymore.”

A rush of heat travels down his spine, just at the memory of that sweet, warm, sticky slick on his tongue— fuck.

He pants softly, tears his eyes away from Jimin’s lips to look at him.

“So, what do you want Jeon? Cause I don’t think you’re all that upset about me not saying hi.”

That self-complacent smirk on Jimin’s lips is so annoying. Even though he’s right, Jeongguk can’t bring himself to say it.

“I— I don’t want anything. You’re just— you’re way too close with the other alphas on the team.”

Jimin’s eyebrows raise, then he huffs out a soft laugh.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” He squares his jaw, tries to convince himself too. “You’re always spreading your pheromones through the room, inviting the entire team.”

This time, Jimin doesn’t even reply, he just gives him a look he can’t place— those slanted eyes glazing over a little, a bit darker. And then he leans in closer until his face is only an inch away, lowers his tone so no one can overhear.

“Is this your way of asking for more?” 

The eye contact lingers, sends a shiver down Jeongguk’s spine. He can’t even open his mouth.

“Pathetic.”

The word stirs something inside of him— makes his alpha uneasy, but heat settles in the pit of his stomach all the same.

“Try again, Jeon.”Jimin demands, his scent getting thicker by the second— something about it is sharp, makes it harder to breathe. “Tell me what you’re really here for.”

Nerves surge through his veins, even though he shouldn’t be so intimidated by an omega. 

He swallows his pride.

“I.. want another lesson.”

A beat passes, the sentence lingers between them.

“That’s what I thought.” Jimin says, then slowly backs away. “My place at 7.”

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