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Jimin was always meticulous when it came to preparing for his heat. Over the years, he had perfected his system: stocking up on essentials like food, condoms, fresh sheets, calming teas, and even a carefully curated collection of toys to help him through the intense days. He prided himself on his independence and readiness for this challenging time.

But for the first time in years, things weren’t going as planned. His trusted heat buddy—someone who had helped him through these vulnerable moments—had canceled on him just two days before. Jimin tried not to panic, but finding a replacement on such short notice was nearly impossible. This time, it looked like he’d be facing his heat alone.

At first, Jimin panicked. His heat buddy canceling so close to the start of his heat left him scrambling, heart racing as the reality sank in. He had a small meltdown—pacing his apartment, clutching his phone, and running through a dozen what-ifs. But after the wave of panic passed, he knew he needed a Plan B.

Determined to salvage the situation, Jimin turned to the internet in search of… something. Anything that could make these coming days more bearable. After browsing countless forums and online shops, he stumbled upon something intriguing: the latest version of a cutting-edge toy.

This wasn’t just any toy. According to the glowing reviews, it was designed to respond to his body’s signals, following his nerves to provide precise stimulation. And, most interestingly, it claimed to simulate a knot when it detected his climax. Allegedly, Jimin thought with a skeptical arch of his brow. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

Just in case, Jimin paid extra for same-day delivery. He couldn’t handle any more stress right now. Once his frantic shopping spree was done, he turned his attention to his existing toy collection. Since he’d been relying on his heat buddy for so long, many of his toys had been neglected. Batteries were dead in some, while others, like his oldest dildos, had a suspiciously sticky texture that made his nose wrinkle.

Determined to get everything in order, Jimin spent the rest of the night sterilizing and charging the usable ones. It was a tedious process, but it helped distract him from the nervous energy simmering under his skin. The clock struck midnight just as his phone lit up with an incoming call.

Taehyung.

Of course, Taehyung had heard about the situation. It was impossible for him not to know, considering Jimin’s frantic all-caps texts and desperate voice messages. By now, their entire close-knit friend group was aware of the problem. They talked for nearly an hour, with Taehyung being his usual comforting self.

At one point, Taehyung even offered to come over and help him get ready—or just keep him company through his heat. But Jimin had to turn him down, no matter how much the thought tempted him. His heat was close—so close he could already feel the faint, prickling signs—and there was no way he could risk having his hot alpha friend in the same apartment during it.

Like, seriously. Kim Taehyung. Before they’d become best friends, Jimin had harbored more than a few fantasies about him, hoping (praying) they’d end up in bed together at least once. Preferably more. Being around him now, in this state, would be like walking into a fire.

“I’m fine,” Jimin insisted firmly, trying to convince both Taehyung and himself. “I’m a grown-up omega. I can handle this all by myself.”

He repeated it in his head over and over, as if sheer determination would make it true. After he hang-up with Taehyung, he cleaned his apartment too. When his heat hit him, he’ll be pretty busy with the other stuff. 

He repeated it in his head over and over, as if sheer determination would make it true.

After hanging up with Taehyung, Jimin threw himself into another task: cleaning his apartment. It was a habit of his—a way to keep his hands busy and his mind distracted. Besides, when his heat hit, he knew he wouldn’t have the energy or focus to deal with clutter. Everything needed to be in its place, neat and ready, so he could focus on… other matters.

He scrubbed the kitchen counters, tidied up the living room, and replaced the sheets on his bed with fresh ones. By the time he finished, the scent of cleaning products lingered in the air, mingling faintly with his omega pheromones. He wrinkled his nose, deciding he’d light a calming candle later to mask the harsh smell.

His body was already beginning to feel the first signs—the slight ache in his joints, the restless heat pooling low in his belly. It wasn’t overwhelming yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time.

The new toy was scheduled to arrive soon, and he hoped it would live up to its promises. As Jimin wiped down the last surface in his bathroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His cheeks were flushed, his lips slightly parted as he tried to catch his breath from all the effort.

“You’ve got this,” he told his reflection firmly. “You’re prepared. You’re fine.”

But deep down, he couldn’t help wondering if he really was.

The doorbell rang just as Jimin was folding the last of his laundry. His heart jumped—it had to be the delivery. He practically sprinted to the door, his body already buzzing with nervous anticipation. Sure enough, the package was there, a discreet brown box that gave no hint of its contents.

He bent down to pick it up, and as he straightened, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, Jimin froze.

Standing just a few feet away, at the entrance to the neighboring apartment, was none other than Min Yoongi. His neighbor. His very attractive alpha neighbor.

Yoongi had a bag of groceries in one hand, keys dangling from the other as he fumbled with the lock to his apartment. The man looked as unbothered as ever, dressed casually in a loose black hoodie and joggers, his hair slightly tousled, like he’d just come back from the gym or a late-night stroll.

For a moment, their eyes met.

“Hey,” Yoongi greeted, his voice low and smooth, as if he weren’t the reason Jimin’s palms instantly started sweating.

“H-Hi,” Jimin stammered, clutching the box tightly against his chest like it was a life raft. The scent of alpha—clean, sharp, with just a hint of something warm underneath—was already making his head spin, his impending heat amplifying every little detail.

Yoongi tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes flicking down to the box Jimin was holding. His brow quirked in mild curiosity, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he nodded toward Jimin’s apartment. “Late delivery?”

“Yeah, um, just… stuff I needed,” Jimin replied hastily, his voice an octave higher than usual. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. Please don’t ask what’s inside. Please don’t ask what’s inside.

“Right,” Yoongi said with a faint smirk, his gaze lingering on Jimin for a second longer before turning back to his door. He unlocked it smoothly, pushing it open with his shoulder.

Jimin tried to look away, but his eyes betrayed him, following the easy movement of Yoongi’s shoulders and the way his hoodie clung just enough to hint at the lean muscles underneath.

“See you around, Jimin,” Yoongi said casually as he stepped into his apartment, his tone so nonchalant it made Jimin want to scream.

“Y-Yeah, see you,” Jimin mumbled, watching as Yoongi closed the door behind him with a soft click.

Only when the hallway was silent again did Jimin let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He practically ran back inside his own apartment, slamming the door shut and leaning against it.

“Why now?” he muttered to himself, glaring down at the box in his hands as if it were responsible for the encounter. His mind replayed Yoongi’s smirk, his voice, the way he said Jimin’s name.

He groaned, pressing the cool cardboard against his flushed face. “This is going to be a long night.” 

Jimin knew how important it was to get a good night’s sleep before his heat began. Once it started, that burning desire would take over, making rest a near-impossible luxury.

When his heat hit, even something as simple as sleeping became an unattainable goal. In the middle of the night, he would wake up drenched in sweat, his body suddenly overwhelmed by waves of heat. His skin would feel too sensitive, the clothes clinging to him unbearable, and his breath would quicken as his heart pounded against his ribs.

Nighttime was always the worst. The loneliness made everything feel twice as intense. Tossing and turning in bed, the waves of heat would consume him, leaving his mind restless and longing—aching—for something or someone. Trying to sleep through it would be a futile effort.

That’s why now, before his heat truly began, it was crucial for him to get some rest. He needed to recharge, to prepare his body and mind for the days ahead. But tonight, after his encounter with Yoongi, clearing his head felt nearly impossible.

“Come on, Jimin,” he whispered to himself, rolling over in bed for what felt like the hundredth time. “If you rest now, you’ll feel better later.”

He took a deep breath, trying to soothe himself into relaxation. But the early signs of his heat were already starting to creep in—a faint warmth spreading through his body, a subtle tingling sensation dancing on his skin. And no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts kept circling back to Yoongi. His voice, his scent, the way he carried himself.

“Focus,” he muttered, willing his mind to cooperate. “It’s just a few days. You’ve done this before.”

But when his heat hit, nothing ever felt familiar or manageable.

Finally, Jimin gave up resisting. Fighting against his own thoughts was exhausting, and the more he tried to push them away, the more persistent they became. Fine, he thought to himself, sighing as he sank deeper into the mattress. I’ll think about him. Just a little.

It wasn’t like it was a crime to think about his neighbor—a ridiculously hot neighbor at that. Besides, if he didn’t let himself indulge for just a moment, he knew things would get worse in a couple of days when his heat fully consumed him. He’d lose control, and who knew what might happen?

The walls in their building weren’t as soundproof as he hoped. If his heat pushed him too far, and he found himself screaming Yoongi’s name in the middle of the night… Well, the thought alone was enough to make him bury his face in his hands out of sheer embarrassment.

So, maybe it was better to get it out of his system now, when he still had some self-control. And maybe, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to test the new toy before his heat start. 

What if the toy didn’t work as Jimin expected? What if he discovered this during his heat and faced utter disappointment? No one could predict what an omega, frustrated and let down in the middle of their heat, might do. Yes, it wouldn’t hurt for Jimin to test the toy beforehand.

After kicking off his duvet in frustration, Jimin got out of bed and went over to his new toys, a little excited as he pulled out the new one. He gave the complimentary lube they’d sent a brief glance before tossing it into the trash, unimpressed, and then began disinfecting the device.

After returning to the bed and straightening the duvet, Jimin placed his new dildo on top of it. With his hands now free, he began to remove his silk pajamas, taking his time and paying a little extra attention to himself.

Yes, there had been moments before when his thoughts about Yoongi had strayed into dangerous territory. Jimin wasn’t exactly proud of it, but they had been sharing two neighboring apartments for months now, frequently running into each other. Even during their very first meeting, Jimin couldn’t help but notice—how could he, especially in moments like this, resist imagining what a handsome and alluring alpha like Yoongi was hiding beneath his clothes?

Jimin chuckled to himself. Stripped of all his clothes, he didn’t forget to reach into his bedside drawer for the lube he always used, the one with a scent that closely matched his own aroma, before lying naked on the bed. Before turning on his new toy, he began to trail his fingers lightly over his skin, starting from his neck and slowly moving downward. A small smile blossomed on his lips as memories of the day he first met Yoongi flickered in his mind.

It was the day after Yoongi moved in. Jimin was lounging on his couch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, when his doorbell rang. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and for a moment, he considered ignoring it. But curiosity got the better of him.

When he opened the door, his brain short-circuited.

Standing in the hallway was a man—a very hot man—with tousled black hair and sharp, feline eyes. And he was completely shirtless.

His hair was wet, even slightly foamy in places. Jimin couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing over him, taking in every detail, not even bothering to pretend otherwise. His skin was tight and porcelain white, his waist narrow, his shoulders broad, his nipples dark against his toned chest and flat stomach. Just below that, barely hanging on, was a khaki-green towel that he had to grip tightly with one hand to keep from falling.

Jimin didn’t even want to start thinking about those bony hands with veins that stood out so clearly against his pale skin.

The faint smile on Yoongi’s rose-colored lips and the large, embarrassed look in his eyes made him seem almost shy as he looked at Jimin with damp eyelashes. But what truly left Jimin stunned was the alpha’s scent—or rather, the lack of scent blockers. Fresh out of the shower, Yoongi’s scent was unfiltered, pure, and it hit Jimin and his omega like a freight train.

Alpha. Not just any alpha, but a delicious one.

“Oh, hello,” whispered Jimin’s omega in his mind, practically purring. It had already decided that the alpha standing right there was the one.

“Oh, hello,” Yoongi had said, his voice calm and slightly raspy. Jimin’s attention, however, was entirely drawn to the water dripping from Yoongi’s chest, rolling down in a way that felt almost hypnotic.

“I’m aware I don’t exactly look convincing right now, but I’m not a creep,” Yoongi continued, breaking the silence. “I’m your neighbor—Min Yoongi. I moved in yesterday.” He introduced himself first, his tone casual and composed, even as a faint shiver ran across his skin. He brushed it off effortlessly, as though nothing had happened.

“I just locked myself out.”

Jimin blinked, his brain struggling to catch up as the words registered. Neighbor. Min Yoongi. Locked out. The information swirled in his mind, but all he could focus on was the way Yoongi’s voice seemed to reverberate through him, low and steady, like it belonged to someone who had all the time in the world.

“I—um—oh,” Jimin stammered, his cheeks heating as he realized he was still staring at the water sliding down Yoongi’s chest. He forced his eyes up to meet Yoongi’s, only to be met with an amused quirk of the alpha’s eyebrow.

“Right,” Jimin said quickly, stepping aside to let Yoongi in. “You can, uh, come in. I mean, if you need to wait for the landlord or something.”

Yoongi hesitated for half a second before nodding. “Thanks,” he said simply, walking past Jimin and into the apartment. His scent trailed behind him, warm and rich, wrapping around Jimin in a way that made his omega stir restlessly.

Jimin closed the door and turned to find Yoongi standing in the middle of the room, casually adjusting the towel around his waist. The motion was simple, mundane even, but to Jimin, it might as well have been a scene from a movie.

“So, uh…” Jimin started, trying to focus. “Do you want me to call the landlord for you?”

Yoongi shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “I already called. He said he’d be here in about twenty minutes. I just didn’t want to stand out there looking like this.”

Jimin swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the towel again before he forced them back up. “Makes sense,” he muttered.

Yoongi’s eyes flicked around the apartment, taking in the cozy yet slightly cluttered space. “Nice place,” he said after a moment, his tone polite but distant. Then, his gaze settled on Jimin, sharp and observant. “Sorry if I’m interrupting anything.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat under that steady gaze. “No! No, it’s fine,” he said quickly, his voice a bit too high. “I wasn’t doing anything important.”

Yoongi’s lips twitched, like he was holding back a smirk. “Good.”

Jimin shifted awkwardly, unsure of what to do with himself. His omega, however, had other ideas. It practically purred at the proximity of the alpha, basking in the raw, unfiltered scent that filled the room.

The silence stretched between them, charged and thick, until Yoongi spoke again. “Thanks for letting me in,” he said simply, his voice softer this time.

“Of course,” Jimin replied, feeling his pulse quicken. He clasped his hands together, willing himself to keep it together.

But as Yoongi adjusted the towel again, the faintest hint of skin flashing beneath the edge, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to survive twenty minutes.

“So,” Jimin said, crossing his arms and looking at Yoongi curiously, “if you didn’t have your phone, how did you call the landlord?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, sighing with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “It wasn’t exactly a proud moment,” he said dryly. “I ran into another neighbor. The woman at the end of the hall… I think her name is Seo-yeon.”

Jimin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Seo-yeon? Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi replied, a faint look of embarrassment flashing across his face. “She saw me like this. Just a towel. No matter how much I crossed my arms, it didn’t help cover anything.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped. “What did she say?”

Yoongi let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “What do you think? She just stood there staring at me for a good few seconds—like she was in shock. Then she snapped out of it and muttered something like, ‘Causing drama already, so soon after moving in?’”

Jimin couldn’t hold back his laughter, covering his mouth with his hand. “That is so Seo-yeon.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi continued, raising his eyebrows. “But to her credit, she gave me her phone and let me call the landlord. Of course, the whole time I was trying to keep the towel from slipping while she gave me these amused, judgmental looks.”

Jimin was laughing so hard now that he had to lean against the wall for support. “Oh my God. I’d have died of embarrassment.”

Yoongi chuckled, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “I thought about it. But then I figured, why not come over here and bother you instead? Seems like I’m spreading the shock around.”

Jimin covered his face with both hands, a mix of secondhand embarrassment and amusement flooding him. “This apartment building is never going to be boring, is it?”

“Guess I owe you one,” Yoongi said, his voice calm and low, as he leaned casually against the wall.

Jimin quickly straightened up, clasping his hands in front of him with a nervous smile. “Oh, uh, I’m Jimin,” he said, his voice a little shaky but warm. “Your neighbor. Well, technically… I guess letting you in makes me a good one, right?”

Yoongi’s sharp, focused gaze locked onto Jimin, studying him for a moment before his lips curled into a small, easy smile.

“Jimin, huh? Nice name,” he said smoothly. “Min Yoongi. Not exactly the most impressive first meeting, but…” He gestured down at the towel loosely wrapped around his waist. “I’ll make it up to you next time.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed instantly. “I mean, there’s no need! Really,” he stammered, waving his hands dismissively. “Neighbors help each other out, right?”

Yoongi chuckled softly, shrugging one shoulder. “Seems like it.”

The tension in the air lightened slightly, and Jimin felt like he could finally breathe a little easier. But Yoongi’s scent still lingered, warm and woodsy, with just a hint of spice that made Jimin’s omega stir uncomfortably.

Before either of them could say more, a sharp knock at the door broke the moment. Jimin jumped slightly, turning toward the sound, while Yoongi straightened up.

“Finally,” Yoongi muttered, pushing off the wall and walking toward the door.

Jimin opened it to reveal the landlord, an older man holding a set of spare keys. “Locked yourself out already, huh?” the landlord said, giving Yoongi a look of mild disbelief.

Yoongi gave a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I’m just efficient like that.”

The landlord sighed, shaking his head as he handed Yoongi the keys. “Try not to make it a habit.”

“No promises,” Yoongi replied with a playful wink, taking the keys.

Turning back to Jimin, Yoongi nodded slightly. “Thanks again, Jimin. I really do owe you one.”

Jimin waved it off, though his face was still warm. “Don’t worry about it. Just… try not to get locked out again.”

Yoongi smirked, his scent teasingly lingering in the air as he stepped into the hallway. “No guarantees. See you around, Jimin.”

And just like that, Yoongi was gone, leaving Jimin standing at the door, heart pounding and mind racing.

Lying on his bed, Jimin couldn’t stop his thoughts from wandering back to that first encounter. The image of Yoongi standing in the hallway, wrapped in nothing but a towel, was seared into his memory as vividly as if it had happened yesterday.

Jimin’s fingers grazed absently over his own skin, his mind conjuring every detail. Yoongi had looked… unreal. His damp black hair had clung to his forehead and neck, some strands curling slightly from the water dripping down his temples. His skin, pale and smooth, seemed to glow under the fluorescent hallway lights, interrupted only by the occasional dark vein or the soft shadows of his lean muscle.

Then there was that towel—barely hanging on to those narrow hips, threatening to slip with every movement he made. It had been the kind of sight that could fry a person’s brain, and Jimin hadn’t been immune.

He could still see it so clearly: Yoongi’s chest rising and falling with each slow, steady breath, droplets of water trailing from his sharp collarbones down to his toned stomach. His broad shoulders and slim waist created a perfect, infuriating contrast, the kind that had made Jimin want to stare forever. And those hands…

Jimin swallowed hard at the memory of them. Large, bony, with veins that stood out so distinctly against his pale skin. Those hands had gripped the towel with a casual ease, yet somehow they seemed effortlessly strong, like they could hold on to anything—or anyone.

But it wasn’t just the way Yoongi looked that had undone Jimin. It was his presence. Calm, self-assured, with an almost lazy confidence that made Jimin feel both intrigued and slightly intimidated. And then there was his voice—low and slightly raspy, as though he had all the time in the world to say whatever he pleased.

Jimin’s omega had been a goner from the start. The moment Yoongi spoke, the warm, heady alpha scent rolling off him had wrapped around Jimin like a weighted blanket, soothing and electrifying all at once.

“Of course, it had to be him,” Jimin muttered to himself, burying his face in his pillow. Even now, months later, he could still feel the faint buzz in his chest whenever Yoongi’s image surfaced in his mind.

Yoongi wasn’t just handsome. He was irresistible. And as much as Jimin tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter, the truth was undeniable. His omega had made its choice that day. 

And it’s not the only thing about his neighbor that made Jimin want him.

Sure, the pheromones flooding his apartment were enough to drive his omega into a frenzy, but it was everything else about Yoongi that lingered in his mind. The calm, confident way he carried himself, the occasional smirk that hinted at secrets Jimin could only dream of uncovering, the way his deep voice seemed to wrap around Jimin like a warm blanket every time they spoke.

It wasn’t just attraction—it was the quiet intensity Yoongi seemed to exude without even trying. He was magnetic, and Jimin hated how easily he was drawn in.

But right now, the pull was unbearable. The feral, primal part of him—the part ruled by his omega instincts—was louder than his logical mind, screaming at him to do something. The scent filling his apartment wasn’t just Yoongi’s usual warm and woodsy aroma. No, this was raw, unfiltered need, dripping with the kind of vulnerability that alphas rarely showed. It was intoxicating.

Another muffled sound filtered through the wall, and Jimin’s hands gripped the sheets beneath him. Yoongi’s groans were low and drawn out, laced with frustration and desire, and Jimin couldn’t stop himself from imagining what Yoongi looked like right now. His broad shoulders glistening with sweat, his pale skin flushed, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath—

Jimin shook his head violently, trying to push the image away. “Stop it,” he whispered to himself, though his omega growled in defiance. He needs you. You could help him.

He stood up abruptly, pacing the room in an attempt to burn off the restless energy crawling under his skin. “He doesn’t need me,” Jimin muttered, his voice wavering. “He’s fine. He’s handling it. This is none of my business.”

But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, the sounds and the scent didn’t let up. They taunted him, teased him, made his omega writhe with frustration.

When Yoongi let out a particularly desperate-sounding noise, Jimin froze, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and for one reckless second, he imagined what would happen if he gave in—if he went next door and knocked on Yoongi’s door.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jimin muttered harshly to himself. He dropped onto the bed, burying his face in his hands. His heart raced as another wave of pheromones hit him, and his omega whimpered in response.

Yoongi was right there, and every fiber of Jimin’s being screamed at him to cross the line. But he knew that once he did, there’d be no turning back.

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing shallow as another groan slipped through the wall. This one was softer, almost pleading, and it sent a shiver straight down his spine. His omega practically purred in response, soaking in the intoxicating scent that clung to every breath he took.

He tried to fight it, tried to focus on anything else, but it was no use. His entire world had narrowed down to the sounds Yoongi was making and the way his scent wrapped around Jimin like a heavy, irresistible blanket.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Jimin found himself lying back on his bed, his hands trembling as they moved to the waistband of his sweatpants. He bit his lip, hesitating for only a second before his instincts took over.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered, his voice shaky and weak. But it didn’t stop him. His omega howled in satisfaction as his fingers brushed over sensitive skin, a needy gasp escaping his lips as he let himself imagine—just for a moment—that the alpha on the other side of the wall was the one touching him.

His mind painted vivid pictures. Yoongi’s strong hands on his hips, his warm breath against Jimin’s neck, his deep, raspy voice murmuring things Jimin could barely dare to dream of. The images were overwhelming, consuming him completely as he moved in time with the groans and whimpers spilling from the wall.

The scent in the air grew thicker, richer, and Jimin’s mind spiraled. It was too much, yet not enough all at once. His body ached, his omega desperate for more, even as his logical mind screamed at him to stop.

But right now, logic didn’t matter. Right now, the only thing that mattered was Yoongi’s scent, Yoongi’s voice, Yoongi’s presence that seemed to bleed through the thin wall separating them.

When he finally let go, his body tensed, a breathless moan escaping his lips. His omega hummed in satisfaction, but his heart pounded wildly, guilt and desire swirling together in his chest.

As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, Jimin knew one thing for sure—this wasn’t going to be the last time Yoongi drove him to the edge.

Now, lying on his bed, Jimin let out a heavy sigh, his cheeks already flushing as his thoughts spiraled.

He didn’t feel proud of what he’d done the last time. Letting himself be consumed by Yoongi’s scent and the sounds slipping through the walls had been reckless, even shameful. But it wasn’t something he could take back, and the truth was… a part of him didn’t even want to.

Tonight, though, things were different. Tonight, he had the toy.

Jimin glanced at it resting on the bedside table, its sleek design almost taunting him with its promises. This was supposed to be his solution, his Plan B to survive the heat. And if it worked as advertised, maybe—just maybe—it could quiet the restless ache that Yoongi seemed to awaken in him so easily.

With a deep breath, Jimin picked it up, his fingers trembling slightly as he set everything up. He tried not to let his mind wander too far, but Yoongi’s face, his voice, his presence kept creeping in. Jimin bit his lip, deciding that just this once, it wouldn’t hurt to let himself imagine.

As the toy began to hum to life, Jimin settled back against the pillows, his breathing growing heavier. It started slow, the sensations gentle and measured, as though it were testing him. Jimin let out a soft sigh, his body gradually relaxing as he adjusted to the rhythm.

The heat in his belly grew steadily, his thoughts drifting to Yoongi. He imagined those strong hands gripping his hips, that low, raspy voice whispering his name, the weight of Yoongi’s gaze pinning him in place. His omega practically purred at the fantasy, and Jimin’s movements grew more desperate.

The toy responded in kind, adapting seamlessly to his rising need. The pace quickened, the pressure intensifying in ways that made Jimin’s breath hitch. For a fleeting moment, he thought it might actually deliver on all those lofty promises.

Just as Jimin felt himself teetering on the edge, the toy’s final feature activated. A sharp gasp tore from his lips as the knot began to swell, locking perfectly in place. The pressure sent him over the edge, his body trembling as he finally let go.

For a few moments, all Jimin could do was lay there, catching his breath as the toy slowly wound down. His omega hummed in satisfaction, the tension in his body melting into a hazy calm.

When he finally moved to clean up, Jimin couldn’t help but glance at the toy with a mix of relief and embarrassment. “Well,” he muttered to himself, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “at least it works.”

But even now, with his body sated and his omega quieted, Jimin knew this wasn’t enough to erase Yoongi from his mind. Not by a long shot. Especially in his heat. 

Jimin woke up feeling unbearably warm.

Even with the soft morning light filtering through his curtains, the heat pooling in his belly was impossible to ignore. His limbs felt heavy, his skin sensitive to even the lightest brush of his sheets. A restless groan slipped past his lips as he rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

It’s starting.

His omega stirred beneath the surface, restless and needy, making his whole body hum with unfulfilled desire. He ran a hand down his face, already regretting every second he’d spent lying there instead of doing something productive.

“I need a distraction,” he muttered, forcing himself to sit up.

Jimin shuffled into the kitchen, his oversized sleep shirt hanging loosely off one shoulder. He wasn’t particularly hungry, but he made himself a cup of tea anyway, the ritual of boiling water and steeping the leaves helping to ground him.

He sipped the tea slowly, hoping it might calm the building tension, but his thoughts drifted anyway—straight to Yoongi.

Jimin’s cheeks flushed as he set the cup down. “Not today,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I am not doing this today.”

Determined to stay busy, Jimin started cleaning. Again. Even though he’d scrubbed his apartment spotless the night before, it gave him something to focus on besides the ache growing inside him. He wiped down counters that didn’t need wiping, rearranged the books on his shelf, and even sorted through his closet for things to donate.

But no matter how much he tried, the heat in his body only grew stronger as the hours ticked by. Every movement felt exaggerated, his skin tingling with the smallest brush of fabric. By the time noon rolled around, he could barely concentrate.

The idea of a shower popped into his mind, and he latched onto it immediately.

“A cold shower,” Jimin told himself firmly, heading for the bathroom. “That’ll help.”

The cold water did nothing to help. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse, the sharp contrast against his burning skin heightening every sensation until it was unbearable. Before Jimin could even register what was happening, a wave of heat crashed over him, stealing the air from his lungs. His legs trembled as the telltale ache deepened in his core, his omega fully awakening with a desperate whimper that echoed off the shower tiles. His heat had started, and there was no stopping it now.

After turning off the water, Jimin reached for a fresh towel, pulling out the one he’d lent to Yoongi before and wrapping it around his body. Drying off felt pointless—his omega slick would soak through everything soon enough—but he still ran the soft towel over his sensitive skin. Instead of calming him, the cool water had only heightened the tingling across his body, leaving him even more restless.

By the time he returned to his bedroom, the memories of everything he’d done the night before—or more accurately, everything he’d imagined Yoongi doing—began swirling in his mind again. “I should have prepared something for nesting,” he thought. But it was too late for that now.

Jimin wrapped the towel around himself and took a deep breath. For a moment, it felt like Yoongi’s scent was still lingering on it—woody, spicy, and utterly intoxicating. But that was impossible. The towel had been washed multiple times; there was no way it could still hold any trace of Yoongi.

“I’m losing it,” Jimin muttered, his hand gripping the towel tighter. He knew his mind was playing tricks on him, but the illusion felt so real. His heart raced, his body trembling as the imagined scent wrapped around him like a warm embrace.

He needed to move, to do something. Anything to stop himself from sinking deeper into his thoughts. Quickly, he opened his closet, pulling out blankets and pillows. He spread them across the bed, then onto the floor, arranging them with frantic precision. But no matter what he did, it didn’t feel like enough. The instinct to create a nest consumed him, making it impossible to think clearly.

“More,” he mumbled to himself, his hand instinctively reaching for the towel he’d lent Yoongi. “This isn’t going to help, Jimin,” he told himself firmly, but his fingers didn’t let go.

Somehow, the towel ended up at the center of his nest, right in the middle of the blankets. He knew it didn’t make sense—he knew Yoongi’s scent wasn’t real. But even the imagined smell was enough to soothe his omega, if only for a fleeting moment.

Curled up in the soft warmth of his nest, Jimin closed his eyes, and his thoughts drifted back to Yoongi. He could almost feel strong arms wrapping around him, hear that low, steady voice whispering in his ear, claiming him with calm confidence.

But it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.

Jimin lay sprawled in the middle of his hastily built nest, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The ache in his core had only grown, spreading through his body like wildfire, leaving him restless and trembling. His omega whined incessantly, clawing at his control and demanding relief.

He clutched one of the blankets tightly, the fabric soft and warm against his skin. It wasn’t enough—not even close—but it was the only comfort he had. His thighs pressed together instinctively, the pressure sending a shiver up his spine.

A frustrated moan slipped from his lips, his free hand wandering over his stomach, grazing the damp skin. Every brush of his fingers sent sparks of sensation through his hypersensitive body, making him gasp softly.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered to himself, though his omega didn’t seem to agree. It practically purred in satisfaction as he let his hand drift lower, testing the boundaries of his self-control.

Jimin knew he was alone—he really did—but he couldn’t stop the whimpers spilling from his lips. “Alpha,” he moaned softly, his voice trembling. “Where are you, alpha?”

But unfortunately, Jimin was by himself. The alpha he longed to feel, to touch him, wasn’t there. There was no alpha at all. He was on his own.

He wasted no time in rubbing his fingers against her crotch and wrapped them around his already erect penis, pulling himself gently. The Omega liquid had already soaked between his legs and he moved his other hand between his thighs. He tried to put his fingers inside her, but with such difficulty he had to roll over once more, almost crying. 

Standing on her knees, she spread her legs as wide as she could. She was still whimpering, begging herself for the alpha's touch as he sent his fingers inside her. There was no one to hear her, no one to help her, no one to fuck her in exactly the way she wanted, in exactly the way she needed at that moment. 

He pushed two fingers into her omega-liquid soaked hole at the same time. He wasted little time in adding a third. He started by stroking his own walls, but soon he was pushing his fingers inside her at a rapid pace, spasming around his own fingers, imagining his handsome, powerful alpha watching him. Watching Jimin, watching him trying to satisfy himself, soon he would come over and give Jimin what he wanted. That is, if the alpha was really there. 

Jimin hadn't even realized that he was once again fantasizing about Yoongi. It was Yoongi sitting at the end of his bed watching him, and the fingers inside him were not his own, but Yoongi's long bony fingers. “Alpha,” Jimin whimpered once more. 

But there was no one to answer him. 

His own fingers were not enough for him. He needed a big, thick cock, Yoongi (Jimin was sure that was what his was) filling him. Burying his face in his pillow, he began to rub against the blanket that had gathered beneath him. He kept pushing his fingers inside her, whimpering alpha, alpha, alpha, each time. 

Finally she gave up and decided, at the very beginning of her rage, that she had to use her newly acquired dildo. After placing it on the blankets, she sat on it a little quickly and took it in. She had to let out a little scream when she first felt the cold surface as she was getting sensitive. “Oh alpha,” she began to rise and fall with great haste, drawing strength from her knees. 

He moaned every time, almost hurting himself with the sloppiness of his movements. But he didn’t care.

What had satisfied him well enough the night before was not nearly as good for Jimin that day. Yoongi would have been much better, he thought to himself. The Alpha would fuck him much better.

Jimin was still close to cumming—he could feel it. His legs trembled, convulsing with pleasure around the dildo inside him. He moaned and cried out, not caring how loud he was, not caring that the inadequate soundproofing would let the sounds leak out.

“Alpha, alpha,” he gasped. He was about to come, and the cock inside him must have sensed it—just as it had promised—because it knotted. Jimin clenched around it, his whole body tightening with pleasure as he let himself go. He couldn’t help but fantasize that the knot inside him belonged to Yoongi as he came, screaming his name.

Jimin collapsed face down on the bed. The knot inside him, albeit artificial, had soothed his omega instincts just a little. He allowed himself a moment to savor the feeling. But without a real knot, without the warmth of a real alpha, the heat in his belly still burned. He knew he didn’t have much time.

The sudden sound of his phone startled him. He lay there, exhausted for a few minutes, the still-knotted cock shifting inside him, sending another wave of pleasure through his body. Maybe next time, he should just let the knot stay like that for a while.

Jimin turned onto his side slightly, pressing his legs together, and reached for his phone. His friends were probably worried about him. At least, that’s what he assumed—he could just tell them he was fine and leave it at that. But the message wasn’t from them.

Min Yoongi

Sounds like you need my help.

Jimin immediately threw the phone back onto the bed as soon as he saw the message.

Of course. Yoongi must have heard him—just like Jimin had heard him last time.

He had just come, imagining Yoongi, screaming his name. Of course, Yoongi had heard him.

Under normal circumstances, Jimin should have been mortified. His face should have burned red with embarrassment. He should have wanted to disappear.

But that wasn’t what he felt.

Not even close.

Instead, he was excited. Very excited. When Jimin picked up his phone to reply, he saw that another message had arrived. Of course, Yoongi must have realized that he had seen it.

Min Yoongi

Would you like to?

Jimin would have jumped at the offer.

Park Jimin

Min Yoongi, do you realize what you’re offering an omega in heat right now?

Min Yoongi

Yes.

Park Jimin

To an omega who spends a lot of time alone?

Min Yoongi

Yes.

Park Jimin

Are you sure?

Min Yoongi

Neighbors should help each other in difficult situations.

Isn’t that right?

Park Jimin

Then you have to help me.

After putting his phone away, Jimin knew he didn’t have much time left. He needed to tidy himself up before Yoongi arrived. Carefully, he removed the dildo still knotted inside him, his body instinctively resisting the loss. For a few short seconds, he threw his head back and whined to himself. Then he placed the toy on the bedside table, not caring that Yoongi would see it when he arrived.

Next, he lifted the blankets he had used for his nest, trying to get rid of the puddle of wetness left behind. He had barely managed to slip on a thin robe when there was a knock at the door.

The moment he realized who it was, a fresh wave of heat pulsed through his body. He ran to answer without even thinking about the pheromones he was uncontrollably releasing.

Yoongi had expected to find a lot more nudity when Jimin opened the door—he couldn’t lie about that. But what he saw instead was far more seductive.

Jimin hadn’t managed to fasten the belt of his robe properly, so it didn’t really cover much of anything. His crotch was hidden, but the smooth expanse of his chest was on full display. As if that wasn’t enough, one side of the robe had slipped down to his elbow, exposing his shoulder and upper arm. His hair—damp from sweat and still slightly wet from a shower—fell messily over his dark eyes.

With parted lips, tearful eyes, and raw desire written across his flawless features, Park Jimin looked like an angel banished from heaven—one who would drag Yoongi to hell and burn him alive.

Jimin let out a soft, shameless moan at the sight of Yoongi, then stepped back, inviting him inside. Pressing his back against the wall opposite the door, he reached out—not sure if he was pulling Yoongi to him or waiting for Yoongi to do it himself.

Yoongi nudged the door shut behind him, letting it close on its own. The look in his eyes made Jimin’s knees tremble.

As the door clicked shut with a loud bang, Yoongi leaned in, placing his hands against the wall on either side of Jimin, caging him in.

He was driving Jimin’s omega completely insane. A fresh wave of heat had already begun to burn deep in his core, setting his nerves alight. Yoongi’s pheromones surrounded him, thick and intoxicating. Jimin parted his lips, wetting them with his tongue, a small, unconscious action that made Yoongi chuckle.

Jimin was fully prepared to be kissed when Yoongi leaned in. But the alpha had no such intention. Instead, he moved toward Jimin’s neck, the source of his scent, and brushed the tip of his nose against his skin.

“Mmm,” Yoongi hummed. “Your scent is even better when taken straight from the source.”

“Do you realize you’re teasing an omega in heat right now?” Jimin whispered.

“You’re right.” Yoongi pulled back slightly, putting some distance between them. “I am here to help.”

After stepping away, his gaze once again traveled over Jimin’s nearly bare body. Realizing he was staring, he reached out and adjusted the fallen sleeve of Jimin’s robe, then tightened the belt, covering him up a little more. Every single movement only deepened Jimin’s frustration.

Expecting Yoongi to take him right then and there the moment he stepped inside might have been ridiculous but it wouldn’t have been unwelcome.

Still trying to process what was happening, Jimin watched as his unbelievably sexy alpha neighbor walked into his apartment like he owned the place and headed straight for the kitchen.

“You haven’t eaten anything, have you?” Yoongi asked. “You should.”

“W-what are you doing?” Jimin mumbled to himself. After adjusting his robe again, he quickly followed. “Right. I should eat, huh?”

Yoongi moved through the space as if he had been there a hundred times before. Jimin had momentarily forgotten that their apartments were identical, but Yoongi navigated it with ease like he spent every day in this very kitchen. He opened the fridge, checked its contents, and frowned in disapproval before mumbling to himself.

Jimin wanted to say something, but his attention was suddenly pulled elsewhere. The pheromones.

Mmmh…

For a moment, Jimin simply stood at the kitchen door, watching Yoongi as he prepared something for him to eat. But his omega instincts weren’t interested in waiting.

Before he even realized it, he was moving.

Standing on the balls of his bare feet, he crept closer, stopping just behind Yoongi. Maybe it was just because he was near him now, but it felt as though Yoongi’s pheromones had completely filled the kitchen, wrapping around him like warmth itself. Jimin stepped in even closer, close enough to feel his body heat, and took in a deep, silent breath.

Yoongi didn’t turn, still focused on the task at hand. His voice remained calm as he spoke.

“Is it really that bad?”

Jimin’s face heated instantly. “W-what?” he stammered, tearing his gaze away from Yoongi’s back.

Yoongi finally put down what he was holding and turned to look at him.

“I mean… you know. Is it really that bad?”

“What? You mean needy?”

“I was trying to be polite.”

“Well, you know…”

“Honestly, alphas in rut can be even more…”

“What?” Jimin interrupted, eyes narrowing.

Yoongi pressed his lips together, as if holding back a smirk, and turned back to his task. “Relax. I was going to say wild.”

A shiver ran through Jimin’s body. Wild.

For the briefest moment, he imagined Yoongi, right behind him, in his bed, losing control.

Would he be wild with him, too?

The thought left Jimin so dazed that he didn’t even respond. Yoongi, on the other hand, kept his focus, carefully preparing a sandwich for him, clearly trying not to let himself get caught up in Jimin’s overwhelming scent. But Jimin… Jimin had already lost the battle.

Yoongi grabbed a plate from the cabinet and set the sandwich down before handing it to him.

Jimin accepted it silently, following Yoongi’s every move like a shadow.

“Eat,” Yoongi said in a velvety-soft voice, gesturing for Jimin to sit.

Jimin followed the silent command, settling onto the chair. But instead of picking up his sandwich and eating, he tilted his head slightly and studied Yoongi with hungry eyes.

There was no need for words.

“You need to eat first,” Yoongi reminded him as he took a seat across from him.

Jimin was well aware that every movement he made caused his robe to slip a little more. One shoulder had already fallen almost to his elbow, but he made no effort to fix it. Instead, he picked up the sandwich, feigning innocence. “Aren’t you eating?” he asked, turning slightly in his chair and crossing one leg over the other.

The silky fabric pooled at his sides, sliding away from his thick thighs. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, Yoongi’s gaze followed, landing exactly where Jimin had intended.

“Later,” Yoongi murmured lazily, dragging his eyes back up to meet Jimin’s.

Jimin was trying to seduce him—showing off just enough skin to make it impossible to ignore, tempting him with every little movement. And Yoongi… well, Yoongi knew he had to be careful. But he didn’t deny Jimin the looks he was hoping for.

Jimin gave a small shrug, and the already-loose fabric slipped even further, revealing more of his chest—his dark nipple now fully visible. Bringing the sandwich to his lips, he took a slow, distracted bite, as if Yoongi’s gaze wasn’t already burning into him.

Yoongi’s eyes wandered lower, from Jimin’s exposed chest to the dip of his stomach beneath the robe, then down to his toned thighs and calves. He wanted to touch him. He needed to. But where did he even begin?

Then, something else caught his attention.

Jimin’s bare feet against the cold kitchen floor.

“You’ll get cold,” Yoongi muttered, frowning. “The floor is freezing.”

Under normal circumstances, Jimin might have ignored the comment. But instead, he did something he usually wouldn’t—he lifted the leg he had draped over the other and stretched it toward Yoongi.

“Then warm me up,” he said.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

Without hesitation, he reached out, wrapping his large hand around Jimin’s ankle before pulling his chair closer. Jimin twitched at the first touch, sensitive from the heat in his body. Yoongi placed his foot on his knee, then leaned down to take the other one into his lap as well.

Jimin had already abandoned his sandwich, too focused on watching Yoongi instead.

“Eat,” Yoongi ordered again, his fingers brushing over Jimin’s ankle.

“You’re distracting me.”

“How much focus do you need just to eat?”

“Right now? A lot.”

Yoongi huffed a quiet laugh but let his fingers glide over Jimin’s skin anyway, tracing slow, absentminded circles around his ankle bone before sliding up to his calf. He moved with ease, like he wasn’t even thinking about it.

Jimin, on the other hand, was very aware of every touch.

“Is this your first time helping an omega through their heat?” he asked, trying not to completely melt under Yoongi’s touch.

Yoongi shook his head. “I’m not exactly inexperienced.”

Jimin frowned slightly. He didn’t know why that answer irritated him, but it did. “Doesn’t seem like it,” he muttered before taking another bite of his sandwich.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, clearly amused by the unexpected challenge.

In one swift motion, he grabbed Jimin’s wrist and tugged him forward. Jimin let out a small yelp, eyes widening as Yoongi leaned in close—so close that his breath brushed against Jimin’s skin.

“Finish your food,” Yoongi murmured against his wrist, voice low and steady.

Jimin took another bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly, his eyes never leaving Yoongi. When the alpha’s lips brushed lightly against his ankle bone, his eyes fluttered, almost closing.

The alpha watched the omega’s reactions with a faint smile, while Jimin’s dizzying scent began to fill the room, growing so intense it nearly overpowered Yoongi’s own pheromones. Yoongi couldn’t allow that. That’s why he felt the need to challenge Jimin in his own way.

As Jimin neared the end of his sandwich, Yoongi’s trail of soft kisses moved from the inside of his wrist down to his calves, then to the tops of his knees. By then, Jimin had forgotten the sandwich altogether. With a rather determined alpha slipping his head under his robe, the last thing on Jimin’s mind was food. And sure enough, a moment later, the sandwich slipped from his fingers and landed on the plate with a soft thud.

Yoongi’s warm lips had finally reached Jimin’s thighs. With a hint of hesitation, Jimin brought his hands to Yoongi’s hair. 

“Did you finish?” Yoongi murmured, his lips still pressed against Jimin’s burning skin.

“Ye–ah.” Jimin exhaled, the word barely escaping with his breath.

Yoongi’s lips stilled where they wandered over Jimin’s skin. “Eat.” 

Jimin swallowed hard and picked up his sandwich again. He tried to finish the last few bites without wasting any more time. For god sake, they already lost so much time, they can do something more efficient. 

The alpha’s lips caused Jimin’s omega slick to drip between his thighs. Meanwhile, Yoongi was practically inhaling Jimin’s scent straight from the source, adding his teeth to the kisses.

“Did you finish?” he panted, impatiently.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Then Yoongi did something that made Jimin completely lose his mind. His omega, already flushed with heat, was on the verge of snapping — and Jimin, Jimin was trembling all over.

Yoongi pulled back and, with one hand, lifted Jimin from where he was sitting. He wrapped an arm around his waist and in a single motion, pulled him into his lap. His other arm secured Jimin’s legs effortlessly.

“Ah, so he’s impatient too,” Jimin thought. For just a second, anyway. The next second, his arms were already wrapped around Yoongi’s neck, his lips pressed to the alpha’s ear.

“Finally,” he murmured, voice barely audible. It was hard to make out, with Yoongi’s earlobe between his lips.

***

Jimin had finally thought Yoongi would properly take care of him—but no, he’d been wrong. Before the alpha took him straight to bed, he lifted Jimin’s body and set him down on the couch, wrapped him in soft blankets, and took Jimin’s feet into his hands to start massaging them. Jimin had no real complaints about the nest—or especially about this massage—but his omega kept stuffing his head with wicked thoughts about the alpha. Wicked and indecent thoughts.

Apparently, though, Yoongi intended to wait for the most devastating moment of Jimin’s anger to strike. Jimin was not at all pleased with that.

On the TV, a program neither of them was watching was on. Yoongi kept his eyes on the screen as much as possible, trying not to react to the stare Jimin had locked on him.

“Yoongi,” Jimin said, curiosity in his voice. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have voiced it, but his anger had given him a touch of recklessness. “When you said you’d help me earlier, what exactly did you mean?”

Yoongi let out a small chuckle before turning to him lazily. “You’re very impatient.”

“I’m literally boiling over and my omega is tearing itself apart for good sex. Yet here I am, sitting and drinking hot chocolate while watching some nonsense.”

“I didn’t know you found me nonsensical.”

“So you’re aware I’m watching you?”

“It’s obvious.”

“Aren’t you planning to do anything about it?” Jimin couldn’t help rolling his eyes, which only made Yoongi laugh. He heaved himself up from where he sat and tried to make his way toward Jimin.

“What exactly do you expect me to do?”

“Let’s see,” Jimin murmured. Yoongi getting closer had quickened his heartbeat and set his omega alight. Jimin set his mug aside to free his hands. “You could start by touching me.”

“I am touching you,” Yoongi whispered. Jimin rolled his eyes again, then brought his fingers to his chest and slid his robe aside a little to bare his skin.

“Maybe I want touches that are a bit more… sincere."

“Sincere?” One of his eyebrows is raised. “Sincere how?” 

Jimin put his cup away to let Yoongi touch him without any worry, and to be honest, Jimin doesn’t want any worry anymore. He wants intimacy. He wants hotness; he wants to fuck. Simple, dirty, shameless fuck.

Yoongi rolled his fingers a bit more, his face closer to Jimin’s face, and his breath caressed Jimin’s lips. They can kiss. Jimin believes that kissing at that point would be great; it would be a great start. However, Yoongi doesn’t seem like his going to kiss him, at least not his lips. 

When Yoongi’s lips caress Jimin’s jaw, and his fingers roll down on his belly, Jimin mutters. “Like this.” Yoongi’s finger tips are so close to Jimin’s belly button. He slid his fingertips from Jimin’s belly button in a straight line downward, tracing all the way to the edge of his groin.

“Like this?” Yoongi asks again, playfully. Jimin felt his hot lips on his skin; even if Jimin had already burned, he would be burned right away that moment. 

“Like this,” Jimin assured him. 

The kisses were soft in the beginning, just touching and telling him to be aware of what he is doing. But after that, when Jimin exhaled harshly, curls under his touch and Yoongi, poor alpha, tasted his skin, soft kisses became more and more harder. Until Yoongi completely loses his shit. 

That’s the only deffinition of the situation. Yoongi loses his shits. 

Firstly, he just kisses, teases Jimin and trying to be sure that even if he were in his heat, he’s really really really wanted him or not. But a bit later, when his lips careses Jimin’a scent gland end hear his omega in his own mind, he can swear he heart him, he wouldn’t able to hold himself back. 

Fortunately, Jimin already get rid off his mug and he is flexible. He curled under Yoongi like he has no bone in his body. Yoongi rolled over Jimin and his silk soft like touches becames demanding. He wants to touch Jimin, not like in the kitchen or not like before. He wants to grab his slender waist, put his extremely hot ass on his lap while he was wrecking him apart. He needs to know this, really, really need to know. 

Yoongi was controlled himself in the beggining. He was trying to be nice and good, provider, pleaser alpha. He tried to feed him eventhough he was smelling like his beautiful cum and his pheromons, sitting there almost naked. Yoongi can swear that everytime let his shoulders slide down, he can hear them. Everytime. The silk slided down and Yoongi froze, imagine that how Jimin look. 

Now, he loses his self control. He is kissing Jimin’s neck, bites his skin as softly as he could manage. His fingers curl around Jimin’s lenght and Jimin moaned. 

“Oh my - finally.” 

If Yoongi weren’t be busy, he’d says “Yeah, finally.” He waited this moment as much as Jimin wait. 

Burning under the fire of his heat, the omega shuddered at the alpha’s touch. His silk robe’s front completely opened. He is showing of his tight, muscular body to alpha. Our alpha, said Jimin’s omega. He already claimed Yoongi his. 

Yoongi gives himself a pause for a moment to watch Jimin’s beauty. He chose the spot where he should taste and he pressed his lips there. Jimin’s dark nipple ofcourse. He sucks his nipple a little more harshly to moaned omega. When he added his teeth, Jimin graps his hair and pressed him his chest. His other hand busy with his other nipple. 

Yoongi didn’t lose any time and go down for Jimin, he left a way behind when he reach his groin. 

He wrapped his long fingers around Jimin’s already hard pink cock and stroked him a few times. Jimin moaned and squirmed, lips falling open, and Yoongi, keeping his eyes locked on his, tapped the wet tip of his cock against his tongue a couple of times. Before Jimin even had the chance to beg him to hurry, Yoongi sealed his lips around him. He could taste Jimin’s slick on his tongue. Just like he thought—Jimin must’ve been messing around with himself half-heartedly before he came over.

Yoongi was going to make sure he was actually satisfied.

It wasn’t going to take Yoongi long with Jimin’s cock. He sucked him hard enough to make the omega’s stomach cave in and his fingers tighten in Yoongi’s hair, then slid both hands down to grip Jimin’s hips. Pulling him closer, he lifted his hips and let his cock go. Jimin’s shoulders pressed back against the couch, his hair spilling around his head like a halo. Yoongi pressed a wet kiss and a little nip right under his balls before going straight for his hole.

Jimin had no choice but to let go of Yoongi’s hair, fingers digging into the couch cushions instead. With the alpha’s lips sealed around his hole, sucking at him with obscene pleasure, all Jimin could do was let out ragged cries of bliss. Yoongi’s eyes had gone dark, but even half-lidded he couldn’t pull them away from Jimin’s face. When one hand kept Jimin’s hips steady in the air and the other wrapped firmly around his cock again, Jimin thought he was going to lose his mind.

The moment Yoongi’s rough tongue pushed inside him, Jimin cried out, body twisting and clenching hard. Yoongi drove his tongue in deep, pressing his nose right against the underside of Jimin’s balls, and had to grip the omega’s hips with both hands to keep him steady. Jimin writhed and whimpered so deliciously that it was almost impossible for Yoongi to hold him down with just one hand.

Hooking his legs over Yoongi’s shoulders, Jimin tried to pull him in even closer, cutting off any space for movement. Yoongi didn’t mind—between Jimin’s thighs was exactly where he wanted to be. When he pulled his tongue back only to push it in again, Jimin arched so violently that Yoongi nearly lost his balance and wobbled on his knees.

Growling, the alpha finally pulled his mouth away, slipping Jimin’s legs down from his shoulders. Ignoring the omega’s desperate whines, he flipped him over. Rising above him, he grabbed Jimin’s waist and lifted him up, forcing him onto his knees on the couch before he could even think to move. He wasn’t finished yet—not when he hadn’t had nearly enough of the omega’s taste.

Jimin pressed his forehead to the couch, ass lifting almost immediately in offering. Yoongi’s hands gripped his hips hard, spreading him wide before his mouth was on him again, tongue dragging over the wet, twitching hole. It wasn’t easy to move on the couch, but there was no way he was stopping to drag Jimin off to the bedroom now. The second Jimin felt Yoongi’s tongue circle him again, he pushed his hips back, greedy for more.

“Please,” Jimin whined, feeling the scrape of teeth. “Don’t tease.”

Yoongi slid one hand between his thighs, reaching forward until his fingers pressed against Jimin’s lips. Jimin eagerly opened up, sucking them down hard, while Yoongi drove his tongue back inside him. He matched Jimin’s rhythm, pushing in time with the omega’s pace, slowing down only when Jimin’s own movements faltered.

Pushing himself up on his hands, Jimin arched his back as much as he could, putting himself on display in a way that nearly knocked the breath out of Yoongi. The alpha didn’t even bother holding back anymore—he was eating him out like a man starved, barely noticing when Jimin’s fingers slipped free. His now-free hand wrapped around the omega’s cock, stroking him firmly.

“I’m close.” Jimin threw his head back with a shout, and Yoongi only picked up the pace. Even as Jimin spilled into his palm, the alpha kept curling his tongue inside him, relentless.

“Fuck, Yoongi—” Jimin collapsed against the couch, spent, while Yoongi slowed down at last and pulled away with a wet pop.

Even without being tied, Jimin couldn’t believe how good it felt. Lying there, he turned his head just to see him—and maybe, for a few minutes, that would’ve been enough. That is, until Yoongi licked Jimin’s cum straight off his palm while holding his gaze.

With parted lips, chest heaving, skin slick and shining like diamonds, Jimin looked dizzyingly gorgeous—and Yoongi couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Enough for you?” Yoongi teased, even though he already knew the answer.

Jimin, tangled in the robe that had slipped and twisted around him, still managed to press his bare foot against Yoongi’s crotch—rubbing over the hardness he could feel all too easily.

Yoongi’s pupils trembled at Jimin’s touch. He leaned back a little where he was sitting, giving Jimin more space to move as he pleased. Of course, he didn’t forget to catch Jimin’s other foot and slip the toes into his mouth.

“Is that all?” Jimin murmured, breathless but smug. He knew it wasn’t all. He knew it far too well—and he was impatient. In heat, and eager to push his alpha further, he pressed down harder. “Is that really all you’ve got?”

In the next moment, Yoongi grabbed both his wrists and pulled him close. Jimin’s hips landed in his lap, legs instantly locking around Yoongi’s waist. The alpha lifted him with ease, holding him like he weighed nothing, moving him exactly how he wanted, and it made Jimin’s thighs slick again—enough that this time it stained Yoongi’s clothes too.

The robe hanging off Jimin’s shoulders was ripped away, tossed aside like it was nothing. Yoongi didn’t say a word, just stared at him with hungry eyes, no attempt to hide how turned on he was. His movements were rough, a little reckless, but unhurried.

His fingers threaded into Jimin’s hair at the nape of his neck, yanking him forward for a bruising kiss. The other hand clamped around his waist, grinding their hips together. Jimin had no choice but to moan straight into Yoongi’s mouth.

The kiss was hard, messy, intense—borderline feral. But it still wasn’t enough for Yoongi. Jimin arched his back to grind against him harder, nails digging into the back of his neck. When Yoongi finally pulled back for air, both hands slid down to Jimin’s ass, guiding his movements, biting his jaw before trailing to his throat.

“I can take it,” Jimin whispered, lips brushing his earlobe before he sucked it between his teeth. They both shivered with want at the same time. “I can take you right now.”

Yoongi’s hand fisted in his hair, jerking his head back so he had no choice but to look at him. His voice came out rough, almost a growl. “Can you?”

“Yes,” Jimin cried, shuddering when Yoongi’s teeth pressed lightly against his scent gland. He rocked down against the heavy hardness beneath him, shivering at the thought alone of Yoongi filling him. He’d take him so well—Jimin knew he’d scream the moment Yoongi was inside.

But Yoongi wasn’t as sure as Jimin was. When the omega’s fingers slid down along both sides of his neck, Yoongi crashed their mouths together again, another hard kiss. Jimin kissed him back with desperate hunger, bare hips grinding against his without pause.

Yoongi broke away for just a breath, giving Jimin a second to inhale. “I can take it,” Jimin whispered into the gap—only for Yoongi to shut him up with another kiss before the thought could shake him too much. He bit into Jimin’s soft lips while the omega slid his hands down from Yoongi’s chest, arching back just enough to give himself room to move. Yoongi pressed two fingers against his hole as if to warn him, but Jimin had already tugged loose the drawstring of his sweatpants.

“I’ve waited too long,” Jimin whined, shoving his hand inside before Yoongi could stop him. At the same time, Yoongi pushed the tip of a finger into him, making him flinch for a moment. But when the alpha didn’t pull away—when he curled that finger instead—Jimin grew bolder, pulling his cock out into the open.

Feeling it was one thing. Seeing it bare in his hands was another entirely. Yoongi slipped another finger into him without warning, and Jimin moaned, teary eyes snapping to his. “Do you… do you even know how long I’ve been waiting?”

Thoughts scattered as Jimin smeared the wetness beading at the tip over Yoongi’s cock with both hands. Here he was, in the alpha’s lap—after all those nights pressed against the wall, touching himself to the sound of his heat-driven growls—and now he was holding that thick cock for real, with two fingers already stretching him. It was almost too sweet, too much. For a second, he thought he might just give in to Yoongi’s hand and come without ever taking him inside, just from imagining how full he’d feel.

But Yoongi already knew his body, already knew how to wreck him—his fingers pressed against that perfect spot inside, and Jimin’s head fell back with a broken sound. Still, he was determined. Bracing on his knees, he lifted himself over Yoongi’s cock.

“I’ve been waiting months for this, alpha,” he hissed. He didn’t notice that Yoongi was already gone—already lost to the reckless wave of pleasure, ready to fill the tightness he’d just worked open with his own cock. Yoongi slid his fingers free, grabbing Jimin’s waist, guiding him down as he positioned himself.

“I heard you,” Jimin went on, Yoongi’s eyes locked on him, sharp and focused. “I heard you when you were in rut,” he repeated. Maybe he wouldn’t have said it if he weren’t in heat, but right now the only thing he wanted was to burn away whatever shred of control Yoongi still had left. “I imagined what you’d do to me.”

When the blunt head of Yoongi’s cock pressed to his entrance, they both shuddered. Jimin clutched at him tight, and with a desperate cry, shoved himself down onto his lap.

“Fu-uck!” he hissed. Jimin waited for this moment a lot. He dreamed a lot of this little moment. Yoongi is filling him so good. He is pushing his huge dick in his hole, and every movement, every inch in Jimin's hole makes him want to cry. Jimin, and obviously his omega, wants to cry really hard. For Jimin, the feeling is more glorious than anything else right now. 

"Want me to move?" Yoongi hissed. He needs to move, he needs to fuck him, harshly. Yoongi really wants it, and he knows that this is all Jimin wants. 

Jimin pushes his ass a little more, and he is stretched tightly. "Give me a sec," his head fell back. "I want to feel all of you." 

"I'll be sure that you felt everything." Yoongi pressed his lips to Jimin's Adam's apple and suck it harshly. However, he let Jimin push a little more. 

Jimin wrapped him so thighly, so nicely, that Yoongi needed a moment too. He wanted to push him on the couch, holding him close and fuck him. But he waits, he lets Jimin take from him whatever he wants. They have plenty of time, Yoongi reminds himself. They have plenty of time, and he'll wreck Jimin apart. 

Yoongi is almost roaring while Jimin needily groans. Jimin tugged on Yoongi's hair and stared into Yoongi's eyes with his half-lidded eyes. "I dreamed about you." He says again, even if his mind is blurry, he knows exactly what his words are doing to alpha. "I dreamed about you a-" Yoongi pushes himself a little, and Jimin needs to give a little break for groaning. "a lot. I dreamed you fuck me." 

"I know." he slightly rolls his waist and sees his movements result in Jimin's face. Yoongi heard him. Not only once, but he heard all of them. When Jimin touches himself by dreaming of Yoongi, Yoongi hears all of his moans, his little screams, which are Yoongi's name. Yoongi knows all, but he keeps himself back even when he is in his rut. He can't ring Jimin's doorbell to ask him to fuck him, even if he begged to fuck him in his next room. 

Jimin cried out load. "Why," He stretched tight. "Why didn't you come?" Their lips meet in the middle of their little chat. Yoongi pulled Jimin closer and kissed him harshly. He knows now that Jimin loves this way. 

"I came." Their breaths are suffering. "I came to fuck you." 

Yoongi can't hold him back anymore. Right after Jimin stretched, he couldn't wait anymore and thrust in. That's the greatest groan Yoongi gets from Jimin that day, yet. "Fuck me then." 

Both of them are already ready for this. Jimin put his knees around Yoongi; he didn't wait for him to pull back and thrust in again. Jimin does it by himself in the beginning. Yoongi's hands are helping him, but the omega is impatient. He takes him deeply and gave a moment to feel all, and let him go. He did it again and again until both they need to make it more primitive way 

"Oh, alpha," Jimin murmered, he needs to Yoongi's weight on his body but he can't able to tell this to him. He wanted Yoongi to crush him under him but when his lovely, huge penis pressed his soft spot he lost hiss all mind, all his words and he is just screaming "right there" or "more". 

Fortunately, Yoongi understands what omega need, or just he need this. He quickly, grab Jimin's waist and he easily carry him to his bedroom. He can do it on his couch, he knows that but he need more space to see Jimin. He need to see every inch of him. 

All the way from his couch to his bedroom, Yoongi is still inside him. This only makes Jimin trembled. He is hot, strong and fucking him very good. Jimin couldn't let him go. 

Once Jimin's back pressed his matress, Yoongi catch his lips and gives him the most intence kiss ever. Rgiht after his kiss, even before he checked his room and see his 'cute' vibrator, he graps Jimin's ankle, spread and press his  legs on matress. He is able to see everything of Jimin easily. 

Yoongi must have to do a lot of things to Jimin. He needs to give some special treatment to Jimin's every inch. This is beyond of his imaginary.  

Jimin fully exposed under Yoongi and Jimin even didn't seems care a little bit. On contrary, he seems he likes this situation very much. His penis inside him, Jimin's penis is erected already, his slick is every where and Yoongi still dressed up. He wants to riped of every thing on him but they don't have enough time yet. 

Yoongi grabbed Jimin's asses and pulled him closer. At the same time, he thrust into him hardly. He gets harder and harder in his every thirst. Jimin moans again and again. He knows where he should hit, and his every hit makes Jimin more needy.

Jimin and his omega lost their mind. He only cares about their alpha, his beautiful cock, and his nice hits. It is very nice, very tasty, but it is not enough. "Knot," Jimin screamed when Yoongi pushed hard and waited a second on the spot. "I wa-nt your knot." 

"Wh-" 

"I need yo-ur knot, alpha." Jimin almost cried for Yoongi’s knot. He needs to be knotted. He needs to be knotted by Yoongi. His omega already lost his mind under his thrust and he wants the knot for the first time. He need a knot. He don’t need any knot, he needs Yoongi’s knot. His omega begging so Jimin do he. 

Yoongi did it before, once. He did it and he knows how he would feel when he let his knot the omega. He knows what will be happen. He knows Jimin will lose all his shit but he did it know that if he let his knot to grow, Jimin demand it again and again. 

Yoongi did it before, once. He did it, and he knows how he would feel when he let his knot grow in the omega. He knows what will happen. He knows Jimin will lose all his shit, but he did not know that if he let his knot grow, Jimin would demand it again and again. To give Jimin everything he wants is a risky move. Risky but glorious move. 

Jimin loved Yoongi's every move. He wants everything even in the first round. Oh, definitely, there will be more rounds, and Yoongi needs to take it a little bit slow. 

He has already made his decision. Once Jimin exploded around his penis, and Yoongi finished his pushes, he would give his knot to Jimin. But not the first time. Not the second time either. He wants Jimin to sleep with his knot, fully fucked and pleased. 

Yoongi thrusted in himself harder and harder. He finds his perfect rhythm, he feels his tightness. He let his two fingers to sucked by Jimin again. Jimin grabbed his own penis and stroked himself while sucking Yoongi's fingers hungrily. 

This was much better than anything. Fucking by Yoongi, sucking him, and wishing to be knotted by him is not like anything else. He is already happy with the situation. He is very close to the end, and if he remembers, he is very glad to be ditched. 

Suddenly, Jimin exploded. He couldn't warn Yoongi, he couldn't be able to tell him would come. Yoongi demanded he come, told him to cum, and Jimin came. Right that second. 

Yoongi thrust into himself again and again and suddenly pulled back. His free hand grabs Jimin's penis and puts it in his mouth. Suck Jimin while he is continuing to come, he sucks him until his last drop. When Jimin let his fingers and Yoongi press them his hole. Even Jimin realized what was happening, his fingers were inside him. 

Jimin couldn't be able to stop. He continues to come, Yoongi pressed his fingers to Jimin's sweet spot, and the omega had his best orgasm ever by drinking by the hottest alpha alive.  

When Yoongi lets Jimin's penis go, he grabs his neck and kisses him. He liked Jimin's taste so much, and he wants him to taste himself. He pulled his fingers when they kissed, and Jimin didn't want to let his fingers go. He immediately begged for Yoongi's dick to fill him. 

Fortunately, that was Yoongi's plan, tho.  He pushes his penis again inside Jimin and watches his priceless reaction. 

Jimin's slender waist rises, and his fingers hung his hair. "I need knot," he orders. "I need my alpha's knot." Honestly, Yoongi needs that too. Yoongi needs to knot Jimin. "I need it again and again."  But he needs to wait. He needs to wait for the next round. 

Yoongi can’t wait any more. He start to move again, find his sweet spot easily, hit it again and again. When he starts to fuck him again, Jimin screamed like he if he is untoched. 

Yoongi can’t wait any more. He starts to move again, finds his sweet spot easily, and hits it again and again. When he starts to fuck him again, Jimin screams like he is not fucked nicely just one minute before. "Yeah," he says, "my alpha, harder." 

When Yoongi is close to losing himself completely, Jimin takes to opportunity to change their position. He sits on Yoongi's dick and takes him fully. Their new position is deep, Yoongi is very hard and Jimin, and Jimin was too sensitive. If he didn't come until his last drop, he can come right away in this position. 

Jimin's mind was blurry. His omega was silent, and Jimin was in his heat. He was tired, but Yoongi had made Jimin wait for him a lot before. Jimin doesn't want to finish. He wants to continue until he falls asleep. Preferably, he falls asleep while he is fucking beautifully by Yoongi. 

Last thurst was beyond perfect. Jimin stretched perfectly, Yoongi thought he was burning in hell, and Jimin was also screaming Yoongi's name. Yoongi push him fastly and pull back, Jimin't didn't came again but Yoongi’s hot fluid spread over his hole. That was perfect, that was perfect and Jimin wants it again and again. 

Jimin, let his body to hit the matress again. Yoongi's still hard cock felt so good, throbbing against his hole, both are covered in sweat and cum, Jimin felt dirty but insanely beautiful.  

Yoongi approved it. "You are fucking beautiful." 

"I'm beautiful when I'm covered with my alpha's cum." Oh. Yoongi's cock twitched. 

"Damn right you are." 

Yoongi knows that Jimin needs to be cleaned and drink water. He needs to change the sheets before he fuck him again. Even if Yoongi wanted to continue right away, he knows that the omega rest. He didn't remember why he is here. 

Fuck Jimin. 

Also, take care of him. 

*** 

When Yoongi filled the bathtub and bring Jimin to bathroom, his intention was really pure. He’ll relax Jimin. He’d cleaned him, he’d massaged him and let him to enjoy the hot water. He really didn’t think anythink else. But Jimin did. 

Seconds later, when Yoongi put Jimin in the bathtub, omega grabs the alpha's hand pulls him closer. He didn't even give himself time to relax with hot water. 

"I need my alpha," He seems very know what he is saying. "I need my alpha to be naked." 

Jimin hadn't forgotten that Yoongi is not undress yet. He pulled him closer, and in a minute, even Yoongi realised, he pulled down his pants and took him in his mouth. He was blowing Yoongi with the sounds of how he enjoys what he is doing. 

Yoongi swore loudly. That was so sudden and good. Very good. Extremely good. When Yoongi came again in minutes, he painted all Jimin's plump lips and face. Omega seems happy about his situation and Yoongi, Yoongi completely lost all his shit. He was burning, he was burning and he is not even his rut. All he wanted, all his thoughts were fuck the omega again. Again and again until his knot knocks him down. 

Jimin's face was covered with Yoongi's fluid, and Jimin was smiling shamelessly. "I'm beautiful, alpha," Jimin forced Yoongi to remove his shirt, and he slid a bit in the bathtub so Yoongi could sit with him. 

Jimin rested his head against Yoongi’s chest. After settling a little more in the circle of his arms, he intertwined their fingers together. For a while, they just sat there in silence, listening to each other’s breathing.

“I heard it all.” Yoongi murmured. 

Jimin spreads himself a little further between Yoongi's legs and closed his eyes. “Hmm.” 

“I heard it all. Even in my rut, I heard all you did to yourself. You fucked yourself while listening to me.” He rested his head to do wall. 

“Why don’t you call me then?” Yoongi laughed. “I played myself a lot while you were on the otherside of the wall.” He starts to whisper. “I imagined what would my alpha to me. I also came a lot.” 

“Did you hear that I also wanted to you?” Jimin widened his eyes in surprise. 

“Really?” 

“Ofcourse. Every time I heard you I had to touch myself too.” This time it was Jimin's turn to laugh. “I want you since the first time I saw you. I couldn’t hold myself.” Jimin and his lovely omega wanted to cry for all the chances they missed. 

Jimin couldn't hold himself back and started to move his hips. Yoongi's body reacts to his moves instantly. He let his hands go and wrapped his hands to Jimin's waist. Minutes later, they already started doing it again. This time, Jimin gets what he wants. Yoongi has no choice to let his knot grow inside Jimin. The omega cried hard with happiness. 

Jimin didn’t let go to Yoongi even if his knot was untied. Until Jimin’s heat ends, they do it again and again. This was the best heat Jimin had. He took his knot again and again, Yoongi couldn’t able to hold himself back anymore. Especially since they both confessed all their dark desires. He also be sure to take good care of Jimin, making sure he was properly fed, hydrated, warm and most importantly, pleased. 

*** 

The next time they saw each other was nine days after Jimin's heat ended. To this day, they do not even talk properly. It was not the "We fuck and just that" situation. They were just busy with their own jobs. They were only texted once, and it was just that. 

After his heat, Jimin was pretty busy, actually. He has needed to attend some meetings at the office. Since he finally had some free time, he was going to meet Jungkook that day. He need to tell every single detail about the day they spent together. After getting ready quickly after work, he left the house to meet Jungkook and finally ran into Yoongi. 

A week ago, he was trying to open the door, clutching Jimin's arms, which were full of shopping bags. When he heard him open the door, Jimin turned to look at him. "Hey," he said with a sweet smile.

Jimin was surprised to see him. A bewildered smile graced his lips, and he greeted Yoongi.

"It's been a while since I last saw you." Yoongi wasn't asking; he was simply gesturing. Jimin almost blushed at the memory of the last time he'd seen him. 

“Yeah,” he confirm with a murmur. 

Jimin had plenty of time to think about how it would feel to see him again.

He’d imagined it happening like this, of course—but back then, he’d already forgotten what he would even say.

“It’s nice running into you,” Yoongi said, as if sensing that Jimin was at a loss for words.

“Yeah. It’s good to see you.”

“Definitely good to see you too.” Yoongi weighed the package in his hands, then flashed him a playful smile. “Heading somewhere?”

“Uh,” Jimin started. He was going to say he was meeting a friend, but changed his mind. “Just going for a walk.”

“You look a little too good for just a walk.”

Jimin blinked at him for a second before Yoongi went on. “Then again, you always look good.”

He said it so casually, opening the door and leaning one hand against the frame.

“If you say so.”

“I do,” he said, licking his lips and smiling slyly. “Also…” Yoongi’s gaze ran over him from head to toe. “I was wondering if you’d like to come in for a coffee with me?” He nodded toward the inside. “Won’t you?”

***