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When Jimin wakes up, it’s evident that quite some time has passed.
A low, orange light seeps into the room under the shades, suggesting that sunset is upon them. They must have slept for hours, utterly exhausted after their strenuous activities. Jimin stretches as much as he can, which isn’t much what with Jungkook holding him so close. The alpha’s chest is to his back, his nose pressed against the nape of Jimin’s neck.
A needy whine escapes Jimin’s lips, the wetness once more escaping him. He can feel Jungkook’s hardness against him, something he did not know could happen so soon. He understands now the benefits of rut. The beauty of it. Jungkook can keep up with his omega’s very demanding needs, it seems. Jimin’s days of receiving one knot a day during his heats, if he’s lucky, are evidently over.
Jungkook growls lowly against his neck, his hips beginning to move against Jimin’s behind. It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to wake up, to reach down, and guide his cock inside of him. He lazily thrust his hips, driving his cock inside of Jimin at a steady yet slow pace. Jimin lies his hands over Jungkook’s which rest on his chest. He breathes heavily, pleasure overtaking him. He moans into the sheets with every thrust, the noises punched out of him with each loud slap of Jungkook’s skin against his.
Jimin is momentarily taken by surprise when Jungkook’s hand sneaks down to take ahold of his cock, but Jimin recovers quickly, the shock of pleasure making him gasp. Jungkook works him steadily, keeping up with the pace of his thrusts. No one has ever touched Jimin like this before. This is surely a shameful act, but Jimin can’t bring himself to care anymore. Not when it feels so good.
“Mm, hyung. Jimin-hyung,” Jungkook moans desperately against his neck.
There’s something about being called ‘hyung’ that nearly pushes Jimin over the edge. He tilts his head back and pants helplessly. The nickname serves as a reminder that this is him and Jungkook, the same as they always are, just more hormonal than usual.
“Jungkook,” he gasps, suddenly seeing their entire relationship behind his eyes as though it were a film. This is his sweet, loving, hard-working Jungkook, inside of him, knotting him, filling him with seed.
Jungkook groans as he reaches his release, biting lightly down on Jimin’s scent gland. This action alone sends Jimin over the edge, a desperate whine escaping him as he releases. If Jungkook were to bite a little harder…
Jungkook slows down his hand on Jimin’s cock, working him through it. Finally, he rejoins their hands on Jimin’s chest. They breathe together, satisfied by yet another knotting. It takes a long time for Jungkook’s knot to go down, but eventually, he’s pulling away, Jimin whining softly as the precious seed drips out of him.
“We must bathe,” Jungkook whispers, sitting upright, slowly and reluctantly.
“Bathe with me?” Jimin asks shyly, but eager enough about the idea to voice his desire.
“Of course.”
Now that Jimin’s fever isn’t so bad, he can enjoy a warm bath, instead of a miserable ice cold one like before. Jungkook gets in first and settles down with a satisfied sigh.
“Come here.” He opens his arms.
Jimin’s every instinct screams at him to go to his alpha and to sink into his embrace. He does just that, the water sloshing a little precariously as he settles down against Jungkook’s chest. The alpha holds him close, his hands resting gently on Jimin’s stomach.
“Feeling alright?” Jungkook murmurs into his hair.
“Mm. I’ve never felt better,” Jimin confesses, closing his eyes in bliss.
“I’m glad to hear of it.” He presses a kiss to Jimin’s temple. “I feel the same.”
Jimin tilts his head back to look up at the alpha. “Thank you, for everything,” he says earnestly, hoping Jungkook feels the weight of his words. Still feeling the haze of his heat, he cannot word his feelings any better.
Jungkook smiles at him softly. “You don’t have to thank me,” he whispers. “Sharing this with you is a gift.”
Jimin’s heart melts.
“I love you,” he says softly, desperate for the alpha to understand just how strong his feelings are, how hopelessly in love he is.
Jungkook’s eyes soften. “I love you too.” He noses at Jimin’s hair. “I love you so much, omega, you have no idea.”
It occurs to Jimin then that he really doesn’t know how much Jungkook loves him. He cannot fully grasp the depth of the alpha’s feelings. It becomes clear that Jungkook has been hiding his true emotion from Jimin, perhaps for a long time.
Oh well, he thinks to himself. They have all the time in the world now to figure each other out, and to express their love fully. Jimin is certain of it.
“Kiss me?” he asks.
Jungkook meets him halfway. Their lips move softly against each other, the water sloshing gently. It doesn’t take long for their kiss to grow more heated, their lengths growing hard so shockingly soon after their last release.
It’s easy for Jungkook to slip inside, and to gently thrust up into Jimin’s heat. The sound of splashing water is obscene now, but it only adds to the experience. Jimin moves his own hips too this time, unable to help it. It’s addictive, the feeling of being full and stretched on Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook’s moan is breathy and desperate as he locks inside of him, the warmth of his seed heating Jimin up from the inside. Jimin keeps on grinding down, unable to help it. Small noises escape his lips, his desperation to find release growing stronger. It’s easy for Jungkook to take ahold of him, gripping his cock hard and moving his hand fast. It’s the visual of his small cock, angry and throbbing, dwarfed in Jungkook’s hand, that has Jimin seeing stars. When he reaches completion, he throws his head back, his loudest moan yet leaving his lips. He colours a little with embarrassment, worried he’s being too shameless.
“I love your voice,” Jungkook hushes against his neck, kissing over his scent gland.
Jimin moans quietly in response, still coming down from his high. His whole body burns with warmth at Jungkook’s sweet praise. To hear that the alpha likes his depraved noises, well, it’s both a relief and an encouragement.
Finally, after filling up the bath with fresh water to clean themselves properly, they dry themselves off and wrap up in their bathrobes.
It’s dark outside now, the time unknown to them. It doesn’t matter, really, not when they are both in such an instinctual state of mind. All Jimin knows is that he’s hungry, and Jungkook is eager to feed him, taking him by the hand and sitting him down at their kitchen table. They eat quickly side by side, ravenous after their love making. Under the table, Jimin rests his foot on top of Jungkook’s.
Upon their return to the nest, Jimin is dismayed by how rumpled it is. Jungkook stands back and watches lovingly as Jimin gets to work, removing blankets that are a little too soiled and replacing them with new ones.
At last, they settle down on soft cotton together and hold each other close, their naked bodies warm against each other. Jimin feels sleep calling to him, but he doesn’t want to close his eyes, he wants to keep on staring at Jungkook.
“Sleep, omega,” the alpha commands gently.
“But you’re so beautiful,” Jimin slurs, eyes falling shut, body going heavy.
“Me? I am surely not the beautiful one here,” he chuckles.
Jimin’s face screws up in displeasure at this, lips sticking out in an unhappy pout. “You are,” he insists.
“Fine, then. You can stare at me all you please tomorrow. I will be here when you wake up, my love,” he promises, his voice dropping to just a whisper. It’s the last thing Jimin hears before darkness overtakes him.
—
He slept well.
Far better than he has in the past few days. Jimin blinks his eyes open to morning sunlight sneaking under the blinds, the shadows of distant trees dancing on the wall. Jungkook is sprawled out beside him on his back, dead to the world. Jimin leaves him to sleep, although his instincts are eager to wake him up. Ignoring his need, Jimin stumbles out of bed and slips into his bathrobe before heading to the bathroom. Feeling somewhat more awake after a very quick wash, he heads to the kitchen to make some much needed coffee for him and Jungkook.
The hair on his skin rises when Jungkook emerges from the bedroom. He knows he’s coming. Jimin stands stock still and stares at the kettle, his every instinct awaiting his alpha’s arrival.
Finally, strong arms are slinging around his waist, and a chin is hooked over his shoulder.
“Good morning,” Jimin hums, shuffling to the side to get some mugs from the cupboard. Jungkook shuffles along with him, still glued to his back.
Jungkook merely growls into his neck in response, the deep rumble causing Jimin’s scent to spike and the wetness to start up once more. It is truly fascinating how little it takes to get him all hot and bothered.
“Alpha…” Jimin isn’t sure if it’s a warning or a plea. He sets the mugs down carefully on the counter. “I - I have to watch the kettle.”
Another low growl.
Jungkook sniffs at his scent gland and almost snarls at what he finds. Jimin has washed himself clean of Jungkook’s scent, and that clearly won’t do at all, what with the way the alpha begins scenting him vigorously, his hands squeezing Jimin’s hips hard.
Jimin tilts his head back and moans, so easily distracted by Jungkook’s antics. His eyes open wide in alarm when Jungkook begins grinding against him. He had not realised the alpha was stark naked, but it’s very clear now. Jimin’s need surges ten-fold, his own hands reaching down to lift up his bathrobe, holding the material tightly at his stomach. The cool, morning air hits his bare bottom, making him burn in mortification at his actions.
Jungkook crowds him against the counter, making him lean down, his hands flat on the cold surface. He pants as Jungkook enters him, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of being full again, of his alpha taking him hard in the middle of their kitchen.
With one eye on the kettle, he chokes on his moans, aware that the curtains are open in here. It’s unlikely, but if someone were to walk past, they would have a clear view of Jimin being bent over the kitchen counter, and getting relentlessly pounded by his alpha. The thought just arouses him further, which takes him by surprise. He has come a long way from the demure little gentleman he was back in Tesa. A part of him understands now that it is by no means a bad thing.
Being taken in his kitchen is obscene, yes, but it is also strangely liberating.
Jungkook moans helplessly against his neck as his knot begins to grow. The kettle starts whining, steam pumping out of the spout. Jimin’s fingers slide against the counter, scrambling for purchase. His legs shake like jelly, his thighs burning with the effort of staying upright. Jungkook holds him so tightly around the middle, Jimin is sure he’s the only reason he is, in fact, still standing.
“Omega,” Jungkook grunts, “Going to pup you, omega. Going to do it.” It sounds like both a warning and a promise, and Jimin is just instinctual enough to agree with it, completely forgetting about his infertility.
“Mm! Yes,” he cries, arching his back even further.
When Jungkook’s knot reaches its full size, the alpha slams a hand down on the handle of the kettle, holding onto it for dear life. He groans as he fills Jimin up, panting hard against the nape of his neck.
The mere thought that Jungkook’s hot seed will breed him has Jimin whining loudly, his cock spurting fluids on the cupboard door in front of him.
Using the last of his strength, Jungkook lifts the kettle from the stove, placing it on a different hob, and he switches off the heat. He collapses down on Jimin’s back, squishing him against the counter.
With one side of his face squished against the surface, Jimin fights to catch his breath. He cannot believe they just did that.
A smile grows on his face.
—
The remainder of Jimin’s heat passes in very much the same way.
Sometimes, one of them is feeling more primal than the other, their needs far more urgent, but they never mind. They are both happy to engage in intimacy whenever, and wherever, they so please.
The nest is their favourite location, of course. They have had to change the sheets twice already. Performing it in the bath is unavoidable, really, what with their naked and slippery bodies against each other. How could anyone resist? Sitting on Jungkook’s cock at the kitchen table is the best way to ensure they are eating their meals, they have found, but they do get distracted very quickly if Jimin starts wiggling his hips. The sofa wasn’t as good as they were hoping, both of them terrified to dirty the expensive material. They ended up on the floor, that time, which both of them liked more than they’re willing to admit. Jimin’s tailbone is bruised, but he would happily do it again, perhaps with a pillow next time.
The first time Jungkook put his mouth around Jimin’s manhood, Jimin shrieked in fright, horrified by the notion. Mouths are not supposed to go there! The second time Jungkook took him deep into his mouth and sucked hard, bobbing his head up and down relentlessly, Jimin very much decided that this was the most natural act in the world. He tried it himself, and found it to be not so bad. He enjoyed the salty taste of Jungkook, licking at him needily and wrapping his lips around him firmly. Jungkook seemed to enjoy it very much, knotting in Jimin’s hands within minutes.
Jimin’s heat has ended earlier than expected. They started their activities on Tuesday, and now, on Saturday morning, Jimin blinks in the early light, feeling utterly exhausted, yet satisfied. His fever has gone down, and the wetness has finally relented. Jungkook does not wake up growling, for once. Instead, he blinks down at his dormant cock in surprise.
“It is finished?” Jungkook asks, still eyeing himself as though he can’t quite believe it.
“It is,” Jimin sighs, moving in close to nuzzle at Jungkook’s bicep, his eyes closed. “I have never felt so satisfied, so blissful in all my life,” he smiles.
Jungkook rolls onto his side and wraps Jimin in his arms.
“Love, I vow to you, I’ll keep you satisfied and blissful for the rest of my days.”
Jimin giggles softly. “Really? Even when I’m not in heat?”
“Of course,” he hushes, moving back a little to frown down at him. “You think I only want to pleasure my omega when our biology calls for it? What is it, four times a year? Preposterous!” he scolds, making Jimin laugh even more.
“I did not often do such a thing outside of my heat, you know,” Jimin confesses, biting his lip. If they were to do it, he wouldn’t have his heat to hide behind. It would be pleasure for the sake of pleasure. Sangwoo always considered that a shameful notion, trashy and lower class. It’s all the more reason for Jimin to do it, he realises.
“Really? Are you serious?” Jungkook asks in horror, genuinely appearing concerned.
“Mm hm. But I would like to try it, alpha,” Jimin asks, bravely looking into his eyes. "To do it as often as we please."
Jungkook is nodding before he ends his sentence. “We will.” He leans down to kiss him. “We will when my cock recovers,” he mutters against his lips.
Jimin leans back and laughs, overjoyed to finally have an alpha who isn’t ashamed or reluctant when it comes to intimacy. Not at all, it seems.
—
The weekend is spent recovering and basking in their love.
The first step is a thorough bath, taken separately this time. They share a hearty breakfast, with the few ingredients left in the house. Jimin cannot bear to leave the house just yet, so Jungkook is given the task of heading out to do some grocery shopping.
Jimin pouts in his nest the entire time he’s gone, miserable at his alpha’s absence.
Jungkook brings him back a small bag of fancy chocolates, something Jimin very rarely gets to have. He squeals at the sight, running into his alpha’s arms. It’s in this moment, when Jungkook is spinning him around and the two of them are laughing together, that Jimin realises how youthful he feels when he’s with Jungkook. Truthfully, Sangwoo had been in a different season of life entirely to Jimin. He smiles at Jungkook in awe when he finally sets him down gently, his eyes undoubtedly going glassy.
“What are you thinking, hm?” Jungkook asks him, squinting his eyes. “Your scent has gone all haywire.”
“I was so lonely before you, Jungkook,” Jimin freely admits, wanting him to know.
Jungkook’s face falls. “I suspected it, but I wished it wasn’t true. It must have been so hard,” he whispers.
Jimin nods once, words getting caught in his throat.
“I was lonely too, hyung. I felt like I never truly had anyone on my side, not until I met you,” Jungkook confesses, stepping forward to hold Jimin’s face in his hands and press a gentle kiss to his lips. He pulls back slowly. “I love you.” He says it desperately, as though he’s worried Jimin doesn’t understand the depth of his emotion.
“I love you too,” Jimin tells him softly, nodding as if to say he understands, he truly understands the desperation Jungkook feels, because he feels it too.
Jungkook takes him into his arms and sighs softly into his neck.
Jimin takes this moment to thank Sangwoo for throwing away their marriage and inadvertently providing him with the gift that is Jeon Jungkook.
—
It feels strange to go back to work on Monday.
Not only because Jimin hasn’t been at work in an entire week, but because the real estate agency has moved to the new office. He steps inside and is delighted by what he finds. Taehyung is beaming at him from his large reception desk, to the right of the doorway.
“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” he drawls at Jimin.
“I’m hardly in the door and you’re already teasing me,” Jimin whines, closing the door behind him.
“You’re just so easy to tease,” Taehyung sighs, getting up and walking around the desk to pull Jimin into a warm hug. “How are you, petal? You survived your heat?”
“I - I did, but oh, Taehyung! You are mated,” he gasps, stepping back to gawk at the red scar on Taehyung’s neck.
“Yes! We did it on our wedding night,” he beams proudly. “We didn’t see any point in waiting,” he shrugs, but falters as his eyes flick over Jimin’s empty neck. “And because - because we’ve known each other for so long, right? We - we are both impulsive people, aren’t we? Not like you and Jungkook. You two are much more sensible for waiting,” he says hastily, cheeks blooming pink in embarrassment.
“Taehyung,” Jimin chuckles. “I’m very happy for you. And…do not worry about Jungkook and I. It will surely happen with time,” he says shyly, unable to hold back his smile. It feels wonderful to be so sure of his words, to not have to pretend to Taehyung that he and Jungkook are in love. They really are! He wants to dance around the office in joy. It’s quite empty and it smells like fresh paint, but in this moment, Jimin feels as though it’s the most beautiful place in the world.
“Of course it will,” Taehyung nods. “You two clearly fancy the socks off each other. Now, let me show you your new office, Jiminie.”
His office is at the back of the building, beside Seokjin’s larger office. The room is bright, the decor simple. There’s a view of the tiny back garden, with its large trees, scrubby plants, and a creaky old table with matching chairs sitting on the cobblestone patio.
"What do you think?" Taehyung asks, bouncing on his toes.
"I love it," Jimin says softly with a smile. "The garden is lovely."
“We can drink tea out there, can’t we?” Taehyung exclaims in excitement.
A mere hour into work, they do just that. Sitting in the sun, covered in Jungkook’s scent and sipping on tea, Jimin feels at peace with his life. Sure, things will never be perfect, but Jimin can accept that, so long as his sweet Jungkook is by his side.
Not even Seokjin and Taehyung’s obnoxious flirting and canoodling right in front of him can bring Jimin down.
—
Epilogue.
One month after Jimin shared his heat with Jungkook, he begins to feel very odd, very odd indeed.
Getting out of bed in the morning is a struggle, his body heavy and his eyes utterly unwilling to open. His exhaustion lingers all day, never resolving no matter how many naps he takes. When at work, Jimin dutifully does his tasks of course, but his thoughts keep straying to his nest.
Even worse is the sickness he just can’t seem to shake. He must have eaten dodgy food, or picked up an illness somewhere. Either way, it’s lasting a very long time, making Jungkook worried beyond belief. He threatens to call a doctor, but each time, Jimin nuzzles in close to him and insists he’s fine. Being attached to the alpha from head to toe helps immensely, he finds. It eases Jungkook’s mind, of course, to know that with a little scenting, his omega feels better again.
Much to Jungkook’s delight, Jimin feels even more restored after a good knotting.
Perhaps Jimin will always feel a little shy about intimacy, but he won’t ever go back to feeling ashamed. He and Jungkook do it every day, unable to help themselves when it’s just the two of them, alone and safe in their nest each night.
When Jimin’s scent starts to smell ever so slightly different, he begins to suspect something isn’t quite right. Jungkook keeps sniffing at him, his alpha trying to find something, but neither of them know what. Unsure what else to do, he breaches the subject with one of most trusted friends. Eunhee next door had been a midwife before she retired.
“Milk?” she asks, raising a brow and hovering the milk jug over Jimin’s teacup.
“Yes please,” he responds politely, folding his hands in his lap. He eyes the biscuits longingly, but knows they’ll only make him nauseous later on. A small sigh escapes him.
Eunhee nudges his tea cup towards him, which he gratefully accepts.
“What ails you, my dear?” she asks, raising a brow as she takes a sip of her tea.
“Eunhee,” Jimin starts, before opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. “I - I’m not sure how to put this.”
“Oh pup, you know you can tell me anything,” Eunhee scoffs gently, warming her hands on her cup. Her husband is out with his fellow retired friends, fortunately, so Jimin knows he can speak freely.
“I am curious…at what age do alphas stop getting ruts?” He asks his burning question quickly, knowing he won’t ever get the words out otherwise.
“Hm, they can get them well into their old age. Long after omegas stop getting heats,” she nods, eyeing Jimin thoughtfully. “It is because the repercussions do not burden them, the way a heat’s repercussions would burden an older omega.” She gives him a knowing look.
“Ah,” Jimin says breathily, his heart beginning to pound. “So it - it is not normal for an alpha - say, an alpha in their forties - to not get ruts at all?”
“No, dearest,” she frowns. “No, that is not normal at all. That is the clearest sign that an alpha has some kind of underlying illness.” She shifts in her seat a little, appearing to hesitate before she speaks again. “It may suggest a serious issue, like a tumour somewhere in the body, or a sickness of the mind. I often had omegas worry they were infertile, and it would turn out that their alpha had some terrible illness, causing all of the problems. Or, of course, their alphas were horribly unhealthy. Oh, it made me despair, when a young, healthy omega would come to me and wonder why they couldn't get pregnant. They would put all the blame on themselves, meanwhile their overweight alpha would be in the tavern, drinking themselves to death.”
Jimin stares at her in shock. This changes everything. The idea that it was Sangwoo who was the infertile one all along had occurred to him, of course, but Jimin always shut the idea down. He was stuck with the alpha anyway, there was no use in questioning the man’s fertility. Jimin was taught that it was almost always the omega’s fault, if they could not bear pups.
Eunhee’s words fully sink in, leaving Jimin gasping where he sits.
“Eunhee,” he whimpers.
“What is it, darling? Do you know an alpha with such struggles?”
“It is my ex-husband,” he whispers, enjoying the way the words feel in his mouth. They feel right. They feel true. “I thought I was the infertile one,” he continues, his tears spilling over. "But it was him. The whole time, it was him."
Eunhee closes her eyes and nods. She let's out a small sigh before reopening her eyes to give Jimin a soft, knowing look. “Congratulations,” she whispers. “I could tell from your scent the moment you walked in the door.”
—
Jimin leaves Eunhee’s house soon after the revelation.
He steps out into the baking hot sunshine, the landscape uncaring that his entire world has just changed. He thought Tauranga would cool down by March, but no, it hasn’t let up one bit. With squinted eyes, Jimin stumbles back inside his home. Jungkook won’t be home from work for another two hours. He recently started receiving driving lessons from his manager, a very kind man who has his eye on Jungkook for a process development position. It seems that Jungkook’s incredible ability to work with his hands transcends putting the parts of the automobiles together. It all comes so naturally to him. He seems to come up with innovative, new ideas and better ways of doing things almost every day.
Jimin truly couldn’t be more proud of him.
Now, he paces their beloved little home, his mind racing. He tries to sit down, but is up again within seconds. He enters what once was Jungkook’s old room and gazes upon the small, empty bed, the chest of drawers, and the white curtains blowing gently in the breeze. There is potential here, in this little room… In fact, it wouldn’t be so hard to build an extension on this house, if it were required. He scurries to his bedroom and flops down on his nest, hands on his stomach and a wide, giddy beam on his face, making his cheeks hurt.
“It’s just you and me right now, little one,” he coos to his stomach. “But your daddy will know soon too.”
He falls asleep without meaning too and dreams of a tiny pup, their skin so soft, Jimin swears he can feel it. Their sweet little eyes are big and brown, just like Jungkook’s. Their cheeks are chubby, rivalling Jimin’s.
When he wakes up, Jimin laughs to himself wetly, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Jimin?” Jungkook calls from outside, having evidently just arrived home.
Jimin walks to him quickly, his heart swelling with emotion at the mere sight of him.
Jungkook drops his bag to the floor and hurriedly hangs up his cap. “They’ve given me the position,” he announces, turning around. He smiles widely as he steps towards Jimin.
“Oh! Oh, Jungkook, I’m so happy for you,” Jimin gasps, shocked at this news. They weren’t expecting him to get it so soon.
He hurries forward, ready to fall into Jungkook’s arms, but the alpha falters.
“Were you crying?” he asks worriedly, his scent spiking with worry. “Are you feeling alright?” He brings up both hands to wipe away Jimin’s tears.
“They are happy tears, Jungkook,” he reassures him, sniffing hard. More tears escape, falling onto Jungkook’s waiting thumbs. “I am expecting.”
“Expecting?” He freezes, his every sense attuned to Jimin.
“We’re having a pup,” Jimin confirms, crying freely now. A sob escapes his lips.
“A pup,” Jungkook gasps, scent surging powerfully, summer berries and winter spices encircling Jimin like a warm cocoon. “A pup!” he shouts excitedly, the words hitting him fully.
“Yes, our own little one,” Jimin chuckles wetly.
Jungkook falls to his knees, his hands on Jimin’s hips. “Hello, little one.” He presses a kiss to Jimin’s stomach. “We have wanted you for so long,” he sniffs, eyes filling with tears. “We can’t wait to meet you.”
“You wanted a pup?” Jimin croaks out, hands slipping into Jungkook’s locks. “I didn’t know. What if - what if I could never have had them?” It's something Jimin has always wanted to know, but was terrified to ask.
The alpha slowly gets to his feet. “I knew it was a possibility,” he says earnestly. “But I didn’t mind, because I love you.” He takes a shuddery breath. “You, oh you,” he gasps out, his body almost trembling as his eyes close. “Yes, I have always adored the idea of having pups with you, but I didn’t need them for my happiness.” He reopens his eyes and gives him a soft look, tilting his head. “You are my happiness.”
“And you are mine,” Jimin easily responds, knowing it is the absolute truth. “I cannot wait to grow a family with you,” he whispers.
“Neither can I, Jimin-ah,” Jungkook agrees, smiling at him fondly.
The wind from the sea seems to have picked up, bringing them the subtle sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs. The breeze ruffles the curtains, bringing the hot, sweet scent of Tauranga inside. The birds cry out their mournful song, while the insects sing in harmony. The knowledge that their pups will be Taurangian fills Jimin with complete pride and serenity. He will be thankful for this new land for all of his life, no matter what it brings him. Jimin is sure that he and his alpha can weather any storm.
Life is truly wonderful, with Jungkook by his side.
A laugh escapes Jimin's lips, setting Jungkook off too. They scrunch their noses at each other, holding onto each other’s hands tightly. They know they have truly gotten the last laugh.
Jimin throws his head back and sighs with his eyes closed, smiling in his perfect happiness.
Report in The Tauranga Herald, 1942
‘...and so it was to be: In late December, 1926, Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin moved to Waitara where they pretended to be married in order to gain employment and a house of their own. Not before long, things developed between the two until they found themselves in love, but unable to lawfully wed. The pair mated in the Autumn of 1927 and welcomed their first pup that Spring. They went on to have three more pups. All four are attending school in Waitara at present. For their own sakes and the sake of their pups, Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin were anxious to marry.
With ample evidence of the desertion, and not a trace of neither Park Sangwoo nor Jeon Boyeon in all of these years, the judge decreed the matter settled. Their respective divorces were granted on the grounds of desertion and adultery.
“They cannot be blamed for waiting all these years,” stated Judge Hansu. “Park was left destitute and poor, and Jeon acted out of a sense of duty. Such cases are disappointingly common amongst Tesan immigrants, but we cannot hold it against them. The pair in this case are two upstanding citizens, who have greatly contributed to Taurangian society. I wish them all the best in their life and marriage.”
Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin were married this morning in the Waitara registry office. When asked for a comment, a close friend of theirs, a tearful Omega Min Yoongi said this: “Those two…I’ve been rooting for them from the start. They went through so much.” He took a moment to blow his nose. “They deserve this happiness.”
This was followed by a more crude comment from another long-term friend, an Omega Kim Taehyung. Here is the censored version: “I didn’t know until I received the invitation. Those fools. How dare they do this to me? I would not have told anyone!”
His husband, Alpha Kim Seokjin took this moment to reassure him. “There was nothing to tell.” A pat on Mr Kim Taehyung’s back. “They have been married this whole time, haven’t they? It’s just official now.”
Kim Taehyung reluctantly relented, and left one final, more heartfelt comment to our reporter. “It’s true. And they are the most pure hearted, lovely people you will ever meet. Do not write bad things about them,” he warned.
Kim Taehyung needn’t worry. We are touched by the story, as we are sure our readers are too.
When the newly wedded couple were asked to comment, they did not respond as they simply did not hear. According to our reporter, they were so enchanted by each other, they could not notice anything or anyone else around them. They only had eyes for each other.’