Laced With Honey

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Kim
Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin
Character: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon |
RM, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Teacher-Student Relationship,
Alpha Jeon Jungkook, Omega Kim Taehyung | V, Professor Kim
Taehyung | V, University Student Jeon Jungkook, Top Jeon Jungkook,
Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Stubborn Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook
is a Little Shit, Cocky Jeon Jungkook, Light Angst, Fluff and
Hurt/Comfort, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Possessive Jeon
Jungkook, Scenting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Smut, Morning Sex,
Knotting, Rimming, Jealous Jeon Jungkook, Pining, Secret Relationship,
Sexual Tension, Happy Ending, mentions of mpreg, Age Difference,
Mirror Sex, Nesting, Breeding Kink, Sexting
Language: English
Collections: poolikud, favorite on tkk, TaekookficsIlove
Stats: Published: 2020-07-28 Completed: 2020-11-24 Chapters: 8/8 Words:
56565

Laced With Honey

by Es_and_Em

Summary

Alpha Jeon Jungkook really really fucking hates art history. It's such a pointless class. Why
did he even need it if he's a business major? Jungkook asks himself these questions over and
over as he makes his way to the useless elective.

That is, until he finally gets there and is faced with the most stunning omega he's ever seen.
And of course, the beautiful omega is none other than his professor.

Just great.

“And may I ask what your name is?” the man questions with that sweet, oddly enticing
voice as he pushes his glasses up and scans the paper in front of him.

“It’s Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Well Jeon Jungkook," the professor says, putting on the sweetest smile the alpha has ever
seen, "it’s nice of you to finally arrive. These nice seats in the front were waiting just for
you.”
Jungkook tongues his cheek, scoffing in disbelief as he shakes his head, causing his raven
black hair to brush against his cheeks. “I’m sure they were professor,” he grunts out.

This was going to be fun.

 Chapter 1
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Scarlet red eyes blaze back at Jungkook as his body pulses with the music.

He watches his long, muscular body twist and turn to the tempo in the giant mirror, never missing
a step of the difficult choreography.

He dances on, taking special care towards the end to not get sloppy. The music softens as he calms
his movements, letting his long black hair fall onto his face for dramatic effect before him and his
classmates come to a stop, chests' heaving in an attempt to catch their breaths.

"Great job everybody, that's all for today!" Hoseok claps as he makes his way over to the sound
system, cutting off the music with a pleased smile decorating his features.

“Shit that was intense,” Jungkook pants as he bends forward, hands resting on his knees as he
catches his breath. His nose scrunches up as he notices the scents of all the dancers swirling
together, creating a mass of unpleasant stench. The only one that really sticks out belongs to his
omega best friend, the floral scent sweet, but overpowering from all the exercise.

Jungkook looks back up at his reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror, noticing the saturated red of
his irises fading back to a deep brown as his body calms.
He’s covered in sweat, his black tee and loose joggers sticking to him like a second skin, doing
nothing to hide the outline of his abs. The sleeve of tattoos decorating his arm gleams under the
bright lighting with each movement he makes, making the designs and words seemingly dance on
his skin.

The alpha always loved the burning sensation under his skin that dancing gave him. How he can
feel every beat move through his body while the music guides him, like a high he never wants to
come down from.

Jungkook is hands down the best dancer in his whole school, and he knows it, which only inflates
his alpha pride even more.

He loves being the best.

“You’re one to talk. Imagine how I feel considering what Yoongi-"

“God, Jimin please,” Jungkook spits out as a high pitched laugh escapes the smaller boy, catching
the attention of their classmates. The boy’s light pink hair falls in sweaty heaps over his pale skin
as he smiles mischievously at Jungkook, the taller alpha staring daggers back.

Despite how cute and innocent Jimin seems, he’s a devil.

Jimin was always too mouthy when it comes to, well, anything. Jungkook can’t count how many
times the omega has overshared and scarred him with much too detailed accounts of their sex life.
Not to mention how Jimin was always on a personal mission to find Jungkook a mate.

“Okay okay I’ll stop. I know you’re just jealous because you’re not getting laid,” Jimin smirks as
he slings his bag over his shoulder.

“I can get a good fuck whenever I want, I mean look at me, I'm pure sex.” Jungkook remarks
dramatically as he combs through his sweaty black locks with his tattooed hand.

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Keep telling yourself that.”

Jungkook shrugs as he pulls out his phone, disregarding the shorter boy.

1 unread message

Jin-hyung

Good luck on your first day of art class!! The professor is a friend of Joon’s so don't embarrass
me. Make me proud Guk!

“Fuck me,” Jungkook sighs a little louder than necessary as he shoves his phone back into his
pocket.

“Everything okay?” Jimin notices the younger's irritation without having to look up, Jungkook’s
scent giving it away as it turns bitter.

Having an alpha as a best friend, especially Jungkook as that alpha, was a challenge sometimes.
Any other omega near Jungkook would shrink back from the slightest hint of irritation, his entire
being demanding respect and submission, but Jimin had long ago gotten used to the other's rapid
mood swings so almost none of it had an effect on him.

“I forgot about that stupid art class starting today. How am I supposed to sit in a class full of a
bunch of Van Gogh wannabes?” Jungkook spits out, dreading the thought of sitting through
something so pointless.

“You're thinking of studio art idiot, we're in art history. It's two different things. I swear to god Jeon
Jungkook, you are the most dramatic alpha I know.”

Jungkook bristles at the comment, the primal part of him not appreciating being spoken to that
way, but he pushes the feeling down, brushing it off with a grunt.

“Whatever, you know what I meant,” he bites back.

“Listen, it’s not like you’re gonna be alone, I’ll be with you! And I hear the professor is like…
really hot.” Jimin winks at him, letting a devious smile play on his features.

“I don’t think Yoongi hyung would approve of you saying that,” Jungkook says with a shake of his
head.

“Why would Yoongi be jealous? The professor is an omega … a fucking hot omega.” Jimin
wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Jungkook pretends to be annoyed, but he can't deny Jimin's words pique his interest a little.

The other whips out his phone, holding it in his small hands as he aggressively types something out
before his eyes light up, seemingly finding what he was searching for.

“His name is Kim Taehyung. He’s only 27, and he graduated with a masters degree in art history
from Yonsei university.”

“How the fuck do you know all of that?” Jungkook asks, turning to the other with a look of
bewilderment.

Jimin holds his phone up to Jungkook's face, practically making him go cross-eyed as he tries to
make sense of the words on the screen.

“Rate my professor! He has great reviews too, but that’s besides the point. Stop freaking out, this
class is going to be easy and fun with me in it, obviously.” Jimin states with so much enthusiasm
it’s disgusting.

“Well, good thing I don’t care.” Jungkook takes a huge gulp from his water bottle, not really giving
two shits either way. After all, someone who studies art history must be the most boring person
ever.

Jimin can't help when another eye roll crosses his features, “Whatever Jungkookie, you should get
changed, you look like a wet dog," he says as giggle spills past his lips, “get it?”

A look of fake exasperation decorates Jungkook's features, he has to give credit to Yoongi for
being able to put up with his best friend.

The couple had met three years ago when Jimin was a freshman in college, and have been
inseparable since… annoyingly inseparable. But he honestly has to admit he's never seen two
people more perfect for each other.

Disgusting mates, he thinks to himself.

“Alright, I’m gonna head out, I’m meeting Yoongi for lunch. I’ll see you in a few hours, okay?”
Jimin yells over his shoulder as he rushes out the dance studio doors.

“Yup can’t wait!” Jungkook yells back in the most sarcastic tone he can manage before Jimin
throws a dirty look over his shoulder.

The alpha goes to gather up all of his stuff before making his way out, until a loud, cheery voice
stops him, a citrusy scent invading his senses. God, that smell is awful… it isn't anything personal,
Jungkook just hates the scents of other alphas.

“Jungkook-ah!”

He turns around to be greeted by his dance instructor walking up to him, a blinding smile
decorating the other's face.

“What’s up Hoseok-ssi?”

“Amazing job today, as usual. You've improved since last class,” the alpha says as he pats
Jungkook on the back.

Hoseok has been his dance instructor for about a year now and other than Jungkook, he was the
best dancer around. It had been rough the first few weeks after meeting the other, after all it wasn't
everyday Jungkook found another alpha that could even begin to challenge him, but the tension
eventually died down as they got to know each other. Now, he genuinely admires and respects the
elder's talent.

"Ah thank you, I worked on what you told me to."

“Good, it definitely helped," Hoseok smiles at the younger. "I just wanted to know if you were still
coming by the studio later for some extra practice?”

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek, mentally going over his schedule for the day, and then
he remembers.

Fucking art history.

“Yeah I'll drop by, I’ll need some type of stress relief later,” Jungkook jokes, but internally he
means every word.

Hoseok furrows his eyebrows, his blinding grin dying down a little. "What's got you stressed?”

“Just art class,” Jungkook answers simply, not really wanting to drag out the conversation.

Hoseok laughs, loud and obnoxious at his words, finding it hilarious someone like Jungkook would
take an art class. The kid loathed sitting still.

“Okay I’m sorry, but you? In an art class?” Hoseok questions, trying to catch his breath from
laughing so hard. “The almighty Jeon Jungkook has to take an art class!”

Jungkook doesn't know whether or not to be offended at the other finding it so unbelievable he
could be good at art, but he ignores it for now, stamping down his growing irritation in favor of
trying to escape this conversation to go relax.

“Um okay, I’m leaving now so bye.” Jungkook waves, trying to walk away without his annoyance
peeking through his expression.
"Ah don't be irritated, I’m just playing with you. It’ll be fine, kid.”

Jungkook bristles at the nickname, not caring for how comfortable the other alpha was using such
a demeaning name on him.

“Don’t call me that,” Jungkook lowly rumbles in warning, his scent spiking as his irritation
noticeably heightens.

“Okay okay fine," Hoseok puts up his hands to alleviate the tension, long used to Jungkook’s
temperamental nature. "Anyways, what I was trying to say is if you’re coming by later I might not
be here. If I’m not, there’s a key I’ll leave down at the office for you.”

“Do you have a special date or something?” Jungkook sarcastically questions, not actually wanting,
or expecting an answer.

Hoseok winks, “If that’s what you want to think. Text me if you need anything!" With that the
dance instructor bounces off with that same sunshine smile on his face.

Jungkook shakes his head as he makes his way out of the studio, still able to hear the echo of that
loud laugh as he makes his way down the hall.

He absentmindedly makes his way to his car, the pleasant buzz from dancing still underneath his
skin as he drifts throughout the halls and into the warm sun.

As Jungkook walks through the campus he notices the stares of alphas, betas, and omegas alike,
and after all, he can't blame them. He would stare at him too if he were one of them. Jungkook
would be lying to himself if he said he didn't love being an alpha. He was simply born to fulfill the
role. Sure, in his teen years he had been awkward and shy, but the amazing omegas in his life
helped him come out of his shell as he matured into the strong alpha he is. He really did owe so
much of himself to Jin and Jimin.

Him and Jimin have been best friends since he can remember, while Jin came along later in his life
and suddenly became the weird parental figure he never had or wanted but apparently needed. With
Jungkook’s dad being too consumed in running his many businesses and his mom constantly
fucking off to god knows where, Jungkook hadn’t exactly had the most attentive parents.

Jungkook is snapped out of his thoughts as he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. A smile graces
his lips, already knowing exactly who it would be.

Incoming call

Jin-hyung

“Hello?” Jungkook answers.

“Jeon Jungkook!! I’m going to kill you for not responding to my text message. Did you even see it?
How dare you ignore your hyung!”

Jungkook cringes from how loud Jin is speaking (more like yelling), as he pulls the phone away
from his ear.

"God, hyung you’re being too loud! And yes I did see it, I just forgot to respond because I was
talking to Jimin and Hoseok-ssi.”

“Ah, I see. They’re more important than me? The one who looks after you and makes sure you’re
well fed."

Jungkook scoffs, practically feeling the other pouting on the end of the line, “Hyung, don’t talk to
me like I’m a child. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“I will once you stop talking back to me like that. Don’t forget my mate is the head of your
school.”

Jungkook just smirks, finding Jin's antics ridiculous but endearing, the omega just couldn't help his
nurturing streak.

“It's funny you think that's a threat hyung. So what’s up?” He asks, pulling his keys out of his bag
to unlock his car.

Jungkook smiles, picturing the face of disbelief on Jin at his smart ass remark. “God, Jungkook
you're impossible. I was just checking in to make sure everything was okay. Have you seen Joon at
all? He was asking about you.”

“No, I haven’t. I’m sure I’ll bump into him later on campus though. I’m headed back to my place to
take a nap before this dumbass class.” Jungkook answers as he climbs into the cherry red McLaren.
It glistens in the sunlight, the beaming red practically glowing amongst the other average cars, but
Jungkook barely takes notice as he throws his bag in the passenger seat carelessly.

“Agh Guk, don’t be like that. Like I said, don’t embarrass me! The professor is a good friend of
Namjoon’s, I know you’ll do just fine. Oh, and don’t oversleep! Keep me updated, okay?”

“Okay I will, bye hyung.”

Jungkook can’t help but grin after he hangs up.

Jungkook jolts awake as he belatedly becomes aware of the alarm blaring next to his face.

With a grunt he grabs his phone to slide off the alarm, noticing the time through his sleepy gaze.

“What the fuck,” he slurs out as he rubs his eyes and looks at his phone again.

4 missed calls from Jimin

11 unread messages

With an exasperated sigh he opens his messages to see an explosion of texts from Jimin.

Jimin

Um are you otw?

Fuck are you sleeping?

Yep you’re sleeping

Dammit Jungkook

JUNGKOOK!

JEON JUNGKOOK!!!

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU CLASS STARTS IN 10 MINUTES

IT’S ALREADY ALMOST FULL IN HERE IDK IF I’LL BE ABLE TO SAVE YOU A SEAT

WAKE THE FUCK UP I SWEAR

SHIT HE’S ALREADY ABOUT TO START CALLING ROLL

YOU BETTER GET HERE ASAP FUFKCCVFJJ

Suddenly all at once, it hits him.

“Oh FUCK I'm so late!” Jungkook yells as he stumbles out of his bed and throws on whatever
clean sweatshirt he can find, along with some sweatpants and timberlands. His hair is a hot mess,
but he doesn’t have time to fix it as he grabs his backpack and practically sprints out of his
apartment, almost forgetting to lock the door behind him.

Jungkook gets into the elevator and jams the button to the ground floor, anxiously tapping his foot
as the elevator makes its slow descent. It stops at the fifth floor, dinging before the doors open to
let on an elderly couple.

"For fucks sake," Jungkook mutters under his breath, his eyebrows furrowing in impatience as the
couple slowly creeps onto the elevator before the doors finally shut.

When the doors open on the ground level, the alpha practically sprints through the lavish lobby to
get to his car. He unlocks it before violently ripping the door open and throwing his stuff inside
and speeding off, probably driving the fastest he's ever gone before.

And that’s saying something.

Exactly seven minutes later Jungkook finds himself pulling into a parking spot, where he sprints
across campus to the building the class is being held in. As he runs he pulls out his phone and
frantically searches for what room number the class is in, almost running into people as he
navigates the campus on his phone.

“Room 356… shit I have to climb all those stairs!" Jungkook grumbles to himself before throwing
open the doors to the building, his chest heaving as he rounds the corner to see the multiple flights
of stairs he has to climb.

This can’t get any worse.

He takes the steps two at a time, the exercise doing nothing to fatigue his strong legs as he finally
reaches the floor the class is on.

Jungkook stops for a minute to catch his breath as he looks around for the right room, noticing an
oddly pleasing, silky voice coming from one of the rooms nearby.
He moves to walk towards the soothing voice echoing in the hall, coming to a stop when he’s in
front of room 356, exactly where the voice is coming from.

Jungkook stands in front of the door, hesitating for a moment. It's not like he had any problem with
being the center of attention, he was used to it. But this… this was different. It was embarrassing
coming to class 15 minutes late on the first day. Jungkook is an alpha after all dammit. He has a
reputation to keep up.

After standing there for a few more seconds to compose himself, Jungkook faces the inevitable.
“Fuck it,” he says as he wrenches the door open and walks in confidently, every eye in the lecture
hall suddenly turning towards him.

The room isn’t very big, but it's full. The lecture hall could easily fit upwards of 50 people, and all
the seats are taken, leaving only the very front row.

Jungkook snaps his sharp eyes up to find Jimin somewhere in the crowd. When he spots the other
covering his mouth to stifle a giggle spilling past his lips, he sends him a dirty look that would
have anyone else shrinking back.

The alpha makes his way deeper into the classroom, when something suddenly hits him,
something strong. His head becomes fuzzy and his instincts sharpen as the most appealing scent
he's ever come across engulfs him.

For a moment Jungkook is slightly disoriented as he searches the room for the source of
intoxicating scent. Despite the room being full of people the only thing he could focus on is the
sweet smell of honey mixed with something slightly minty, but just as equally captivating.

He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts as his own scent spikes at the odd sensation, his
petrichor and musky scent only intensifying, which has every omega in the room snapping to
attention, while the alphas look on with growing discomfort.

At that moment, his attention is drawn towards the front of the classroom, to that deep, soothing
voice he heard just minutes before.

“Since it’s the first day I’d like to just start off wi-"

Jungkook locks eyes with the professor, effectively stopping him mid-sentence, and the alpha
realizes this is where the scent is coming from. He stares at the omega standing at the head of the
room, taking in his fluffy blonde hair that falls perfectly into his face, accentuating his dark
eyebrows that frame the most beautiful eyes Jungkook has ever seen.

He really doesn't give a shit if he's ogling or not at this point, Jungkook can't look away from the
other. How his circular glasses sit on top of his cute nose, his creamy skin so soft looking in the
natural light filtering in through the small windows. Jungkook’s gaze drifts back up to lock onto
the omega’s eyes, and for a split second, he sees a flash of brilliant blue that must compliment the
dark red breaking through his own irises. But it's gone as quick as it comes, and Jungkook finds
himself thinking, this is the most beautiful omega I've ever seen.

“And may I ask what your name is?” the man questions with that sweet, oddly enticing voice as he
pushes his glasses up and scans the paper in front of him.

“It’s Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook,” the alpha states, still taken aback by his own reaction to the
omega standing in front of him.

“Well Jeon Jungkook," the professor says, putting on the sweetest smile the alpha has ever seen,
"it’s nice of you to finally arrive. These nice seats in the front were waiting just for you.”

The omega’s words snap Jungkook out of his reverie, what did he just say?

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, his inner alpha bristling at the passive aggressive remark thrown his
way. A low rumble threatens to spill from his mouth before he stamps down his instincts, instead
letting the annoyance settle on his features as his scent involuntarily spikes, making his reaction
evident to the whole class.

Jungkook doesn't like anyone speaking to him that way.

He tongues his cheek, scoffing in disbelief as he shakes his head, causing his raven black hair to
brush against his cheeks. “I’m sure they were professor ,” he grunts out.

Jungkook walks towards the seats right at the front of the classroom, which are coincidentally the
closest ones to the stunning omega, who looks less than impressed right now. Every eye in the
lecture hall follows him, everyone on high alert at the strong alpha in such a disgruntled state.

As Jungkook makes his way he quickly looks up to see Jimin staring at him with wide eyes,
mouthing something inaudible that he can't understand, so he throws a passive look his way and
continues walking.

The professor stands patiently waiting for Jungkook to take his seat, his slender arms folded over
his chest as the alpha approaches.

As Jungkook draws closer to the omega, he holds his gaze, his dark eyes unwavering as he silently
asserts his dominance, causing the other look away.

He mutters a low "excuse me" right next to the professor’s face as he slips past him to reach the
front row, taking his seat with a smug expression on his face.

Jungkook notices that the professor doesn't have a mating mark on his neck. The thought making
an unexpected rush of excitement run through him, no doubt causing his scent to intensify, but the
other gives no hints at being affected by Jungkook's proximity, which hurts his pride just a little
bit.

Taehyung resumes where he left off, like there was never an interruption to begin with. “As I was
saying, with today being the first day of class, I’d like to just start off by introducing myself. As
most of you already know from reading the syllabus--" Jungkook, in fact, did not read the syllabus,
"--my name is Kim Taehyung. You can all call me professor Kim or Taehyung-ssi whichever
works. This is my first year teaching here, but I have been teaching for almost 2 years now,” he
states looking around at the whole class, the whole class except Jungkook…

Which bothers the alpha for some weird reason. He doesn’t like how he can’t seem to catch
Taehyung’s eye no matter how many times he shifts in his seat.

Ah right, Taehyung , Jungkook thinks to himself. He had been wracking his brain trying to
remember the name Jimin had said several hours ago.

His penetrating gaze doesn't leave the omega for even a second as he talks about the class and what
was expected of them, all of which goes straight over Jungkook's head. He was just too busy
appreciating how gorgeous Taehyung is. His cute glasses fall down his nose once in a while
causing him to push them back up, his beige suit jacket hugged his lithe body just right, making the
alpha's mouth practically water.
"Alright that's all for the syllabus, does anyone have any questions? No? Okay let's dive into unit
one starting with the rise of Neoclassical art in Europe," Taehyung gestures towards the projector
with a picture of what looks like a constipated man posing on a horse.

This is boring already, Jungkook thinks to himself as he slouches back into his chair, spreading his
long legs out in front of him as he crosses his arms and gets comfortable. Taehyung catches the
movement out of the corner of his eye, causing a smirk to play across Jungkook's features as he
listens to the professor drone on about how some ugly art defined some nation or other, but god
who cares?

He notices how the rest of the students behind him rustle through their bags for notebooks,
diligently taking notes as the professor starts to run through information, but once again, Jungkook
can’t bring himself to care. Not with how distracted he was just watching Taehyung talk.

But eventually Jungkook zones out, his mind wandering to the fact that he doesn’t understand why
he has to take this class when his major is business. Business may be boring too but at least it was
useful and challenging, and Jungkook always loved a challenge. His limits being pushed and tested
always brought a different type of excitement, but this, this was anything but that.

Oh well, at least something here is pretty to look at, Jungkook inwardly quips.

"Jungkook do you plan on writing any of this down?"

He's pulled out of his daydream by Taehyung questioning him in front of the entire class, again .

Jungkook just puts on a sickly sweet smile that doesn't reach his eyes, showing his perfect teeth.

"No I don't, it's already all up here," Jungkook taps his index finger on his head, not breaking eye
contact as Taehyung subtly rolls his eyes, only letting Jungkook catch the movement. God, the
blatant disrespect makes his inner alpha absolutely seethe, only wanting to make the pretty omega
submit, but he doesn’t miss the odd rush of excitement that runs through him.

Thankfully Taehyung drops it and keeps going, leaving him to sulk over his hurt pride. Jungkook
doesn't know how he's going to survive this semester without being kicked out over this gutsy
omega.

As the professor picks up where he left off, Jungkook tries not to think about how his name had
sounded coming from the other's mouth. God, that silky voice coming from those pretty pink lips,
it affected Jungkook to the point of it being pathetic.

Jungkook stops his train of thought, not wanting to pop a boner over his fucking art history
professor in front of the whole class, so he gets comfortable again and zones out, not realizing it's
time to go until he hears the sound of bags zipping in unison and people shuffling out of the
classroom.

The alpha looks around to spot Jimin, hoping to see the other before he gets lost in the crowd, but
before he can even turn around he feels a hard smack on the back of his head.

Jungkook jolts at the unexpected feeling, whipping around in a frenzy before spotting the culprit.

Jimin lets out a high pitched giggle, finding the affronted look on Jungkook amusing, that is until
the alpha opens his mouth.

"What the fuck was that for?” Jungkook snaps out, anger evident on his face as his voice booms
much louder than necessary, clearly signaling he wasn't in the mood for a joke right now.
Jimin shrinks back on instinct, realizing that the alpha was more pissy than usual. He knows when
Jungkook has had enough, it’s better to stay out of his way.

"Sorry, that was for being late…" Jimin says apologetically.

Jungkook jerkily rubs the back of his head, his scowl not lightening, “whatever, I’m ready to leave
now so let’s go."

They begin to make their way out of the room before Jimin stops them with a hand on Jungkook's
arm, "hold on I’ll be right back."

Jungkook just rolls his eyes, choosing to wait by the door as Jimin happily walks towards the man
at the front of the room.

“Taehyung-ssi! I just wanted to say it was nice to meet you! I think I'll like this class. It's very
interesting,” Jimin says excitedly, showing the other a bright smile.

“Oh thank you, what was your name again?”

"Jimin, Park Jimin!"

"I’ll remember that," Taehyung shows his own boxy smile, completely in awe of the adorable
omega.

Jungkook tries not to notice how beautiful Taehyung’s smile is, but it’s hard when he can barely
keep himself from staring like a creep. It only infuriates him even more to know that the omega
also happens to have the most amazing smile he’s ever seen.

Just great.

After a minute, Jungkook is getting increasingly impatient, the honey and mint smell once again
getting overwhelming now that everyone is gone. The bored look on his face morphs into another
scowl as he sees the elder smile at Jimin again .

It’s so fucking beautiful.

This couldn't get any worse.

Taehyung notices the movement over by the door and doesn't have to look to know it's that alpha.

“Your boyfriend over there looks impatient, you um, better get going." Taehyung says before
taking off his glasses, the many rings decorating his thin fingers reflecting the sunlight.

Jimin belts out that high pitched laugh and points his finger towards the alpha approaching them.
“Him? Oh no he’s not my boyfriend. I don’t think I could ever-"

Jungkook steps up to the pair, clearly annoyed, “you’re right, I’m not, thank fucking god. Can we
go now please? ” He practically demands, using a rougher voice than usual to get the point across.

Both of the omegas wince, not really being able to help it with how aggressive Jungkook is being.

“Okay, Guk calm down,” Jimin softly coos, confused as to why the younger is acting like this.
“Well, we’ll see you next time!” Jimin waves as he and Jungkook make their way out.

“Jungkook what the fuck was that about? Why are you acting like this? You know how
uncomfortable it makes everyone, especially omegas!" Jimin loses it at the other once they’re out
of the classroom. He had always tried to tell Jungkook growing up never to abuse his rank, which
the younger almost never did, but apparently today he threw everything to the wind.

Jimin stands tapping his foot in impatience, waiting for Jungkook to say something.

Jungkook lets out a deep sigh, knowing his best friend is right, but he couldn't help it, he felt all
thrown off and it probably had something to do with that professor.

"Look, I'm sorry Jimin, I guess I'm just tired today," Jungkook says trying to dispel all the angry
tension.

"Well still Guk, that's not an excuse to literally have the entirety of the class on edge just because
you can't control your alpha hormones or whatever it is!" Jimin murmurs out, his irritation
dispelling at the other's passive tone. He would question the alpha more later.

"I know, Chim."

They make their way down the hall and stairs before stepping out onto the sunny campus.

"I'm done with classes for the day, are you going back to the dance studio?" Jimin questions as he
squints his eyes against the warm sun.

"Yeah, I want to run through my solo again," Jungkook answers automatically, not really paying
attention to the conversation.

Jimin picks up on the other's weird mood, deciding to just leave it alone for now, "okay well text
me? I’m going to see Yoongi now so I’ll see you later."

"Okay, bye."

Jungkook continues on, taking in his surroundings to distract himself from the day's earlier events.
The late August sun is shining through the trees, painting the leaves a brilliant green as they create
a canopy of shade over the walkways. Jungkook breathes in the crisp air, refreshing his mind as he
makes his way back to the performing arts building. He could always count on dancing to clear his
head.

Jungkook enters the large glass building where he makes his way to the expansive dance studio,
opening the door to find Hoseok is still there and internally thanks the universe he doesn't have to
walk all the way down to the office for the key. Today was exhausting enough.

“I’m back Hoseok-ssi,” Jungkook announces as he throws his bag on the floor and begins to
stretch. “Shouldn’t you be on your date ,” Jungkook questions as he gives the other alpha an
inquisitive look from his position on the floor.

The instructor just laughs as he crosses his arms and leans against the wall, “He’s late, as usual.
Why don’t you show me your full solo while I’m waiting? I don’t think I’ve seen it yet.”

Jungkook gets up from where he was stretching, “Uh, I don’t know… I still have to work on it. I’m
not fully satisfied with it yet.”

“C’mon, it’s just me and you. You know I won’t judge,” Hoseok winks, already making his way to
turn on the music.

"Your entire job is based on judging," Jungkook quips back, not really wanting to dance for anyone
right now but he didn't have much of a choice.
The catchy, sultry notes of Rainism fill the air as Jungkook takes his starting position. The English
lyrics repeat over and over as he begins to step and roll his body to the beat of the music. Jungkook
watches himself in the mirror, paying special attention to his footing as he hits every mark. His
heart beats faster and faster the longer he dances, the subtle movements of his body looking
effortless as Jungkook gets completely caught up in the music.

That's probably why he doesn't notice the door opening right before he walks in.

Half way through the dance the scent of honey and mint assault Jungkook's senses once again,
making his mind go fuzzy, and when he looks up, those beautiful golden eyes are watching him in
the mirror.

The omega looks different outside of the classroom, the aura of authority more subdued as
Taehyung watches him with curiosity and awe. He isn't wearing the suit jacket anymore, instead
only dressed in a white button up shirt that shows his tiny waist.

Jungkook doesn't miss the penetrating look the other regards him with as he watches the alpha's
body move to the music, pushing Jungkook to dance even harder. Pent up energy and frustration
flow through him as his movements become sharper and stronger, emphasizing every step with a
thrust or roll of his body. Jungkook doesn't take his eyes off of the other in the mirror, and it isn't
long until Taehyung can't help it anymore and he looks up to meet his heated gaze. They lock eyes
as Jungkook smoothly rolls his hips again, his hooded gaze blazing red when he sees another flash
of blue cross the other's irises, the sweet scent of honey and mint intensifying as the air between
them is charged.

This time it definitely isn't just Jungkook's imagination…

After what feels like an eternity, the music comes to an end, finally letting Jungkook catch his
breath as he runs his hand through his black wavy hair, sweat already trickling down his forehead
despite the short dance.

He looks away from the omega with a devilish smirk before pulling off his black hoodie, the shirt
underneath it riding up to reveal his toned abs. The alpha breathes a deep sigh of relief as he throws
the hoodie off to the side, already feeling much cooler now that the material is gone, yeah, that
was definitely why he took it off.

He sees Taehyung drag his eyes down his body, not missing how his breath hitches upon being
caught staring. Jungkook just smirks again, internally preening at his effect on the other.

“Taehyung-ah, you’re finally here!!” Hoseok yells, effectively breaking the tension that was
building between the two.

The instructor excitedly walks over to Taehyung to greet him before hugging the other, his
overwhelming citrusy scent marring the omega’s, pulling a scowl from Jungkook.

An uncomfortable feeling stirs in Jungkook's gut, the view of another alpha touching Taehyung
causes something to blaze inside of him, but he has no idea what, or why… He just wants those
pretty honey eyes on him.

Before he really considers his words, Jungkook finds himself being unnecessarily aggressive for
the billionth time that day.

" This is your hot date?” he scoffs, sarcasm dripping from his tone as he raises his eyebrow at the
couple.
Taehyung turns to Hoseok, confusion painting his features, ignoring the fact the younger alpha had
basically just insulted him. "Excuse me, date?" he questions with an unamused look.

Hoseok bursts into that loud laughter again, finding the expressions on their faces hilarious, which
only get better as he laughs maniacally.

"I don't actually have a date Jungkook-ah, this is my good friend Kim Taehyung.”

The feeling of relief that blossoms in Jungkook's chest is more disconcerting than anything, why
the fuck do I care?

“Taehyung, this is Jungkook. My best student out of all of my classes, but don’t tell anyone I said
that.” Hoseok introduces as he pulls the younger towards them, presenting the alpha like a trophy.

Jungkook just stares at the omega, not really caring enough to say anything, more like too
enamoured to say anything.

Thankfully, Taehyung is much quicker on his feet.

“Yeah we met earlier, Jungkook is in my art history class," Taehyung says with an air of
nonchalance, seeming completely unfazed by their meeting.

Meanwhile Jungkook is boring holes into the other with his gaze, the omega's calmness completely
throwing him off.

"Yeah, I seem to recall you found it necessary to call me out in front of the entire class twice,
Taehyung-ssi." Jungkook emphasizes the syllables in the other's name, his tone borderline
mocking, but once again, Taehyung's face remains neutral which drives Jungkook absolutely
fucking insane.

"Maybe don't be late next time? Then I won't have any reason to, even hot headed alphas don't get
a break in my class."

A low rumble bubbles up in Jungkook's throat, his scent spiking at the other's tone. Omega's knew
not to provoke alpha's like this but Taehyung didn't seem to give a shit. Which only drew Jungkook
in even more.

Jungkook steps forward, the low rumble now audible, causing Taehyung to shrink back.

Just as the alpha opens his mouth to growl something out--

"That's enough Jungkook! Back up kid," Hoseok demands with the firmest voice Jungkook has
ever heard him use. He takes in the other alpha's state, noticing how protective he seems of his
friend. The anger burns hot in Jungkook but he knows how to choose his battles, now isn’t the
time.

The two leave afterwards with a curt goodbye before finally letting Jungkook be by himself. He
blares music as loud as it will go, letting the beat tune out the rest of the world as he dances off his
energy. All the pent up anger and frustration only fueling his skill as he lands moves perfectly. His
body moves through the steps on instinct, his mind only thinking about the pretty omega, his sharp
tongue and defiant eyes, a perfect match for Jungkook.

This is going to be fun.

It's only been a week. One goddamn week and Jungkook was beginning to lose it. Going to class
almost every day and smelling that same scent, seeing those same eyes, and god, Taehyung only
got more and more beautiful as time went on. At this point Jungkook doesn't even care about how
enamoured he is with the omega. He had gotten a hand around himself multiple times in the past
week thinking about the honey eyes and pink lips etched into his memory.

And to top it all off, Jungkook was doing terrible in the class. He would space out admiring the
other's features and before he knew it, he was failing quizzes and writing assignments, not having
any idea what the fuck any of these artworks are supposed to mean.

Now is one of those times. Jungkook had completely forgotten about the quiz today, leaving him
to stare blankly at the untouched sheet of paper in front of him.

"Fuck it," he murmurs under his breath before roughly circling some answers and writing bullshit
about what "Baroque" is supposed to be.

Getting up from his seat he makes his way to the front, which isn’t exactly a long walk, before
coming to a stop in front of Taehyung's desk.

The other looks up at him, surprise painting his delicate features at someone finishing so quickly
as he takes the sheet from Jungkook. It only takes a glance at his work for Taehyung to raise an
eyebrow at him, obviously unimpressed by the nonsensical answers on the sheet.

Irritation flows through the alpha, irritation at himself, at Taehyung, at this stupid class he has to
take that was messing up his entire existence.

Jungkook doesn't wait to hear how terrible he did, it was embarrassing enough Taehyung thinking
he was stupid, so he turns on his heel and leaves, not sparing another glance at Taehyung or Jimin
before rushing out.

He makes his way out the door and through the halls, not really registering where he's going, his
mind too preoccupied by the insecurities that are swirling in his mind. Jungkook felt so stupid,
which is something he isn't accustomed to feeling. Since when did he care what other people
thought about him? And it didn't help that he had a full blown crush on his professor of all people.

As Jungkook makes his way outside his phone goes off in his pocket, effectively snapping him out
of his thoughts.

1 unread message

Jin-hyung

Come over for dinner, I’m making your favorite ;)

Ok sounds good

Jungkook slides his phone back into his pocket with a deep sigh as he makes his way back to his
car.
Maybe seeing Jin and Namjoon would take his mind off of things.

A couple hours later, Jungkook is standing in front of the lavish apartment. He knocks on the door,
only a second going by before he hears a loud “it’s open!”

He opens the door, the familiar scent of roses and books wafting towards him as he removes his
shoes before making his way into the large, modern living room. The space is tastefully decorated
with subtle neutrals, while the living room is split by a huge dark leather couch facing the mounted
TV. The smell of Kimchi Jjigae roams throughout the apartment, practically making Jungkook's
mouth water. Nothing could compare to Jin's cooking.

With the kitchen being directly across from the living room, Jin turns his attention from the stove
to Jungkook as he makes his way in.

"My little Jungkookie!! I missed you,” Jin coos, wrapping his long arms around Jungkook before
squeezing the living daylights out of him.

The other may be an omega, but he sure as hell was a strong one.

“Hyung! Don't call me that, it's weird… I'm not exactly little,” Jungkook whines, not actually
caring about the pet name. He was used to how crazy the omega was.

“Don’t be a baby. You should be more respectful to me," Jin says as he sticks out his plush lower
lip, attempting to make a pouty face.

Jungkook just sighs and rolls his eyes for the tenth time that day, “sorry, hyung. I’m just not in the
mood.”

Jin gives him a pointed look, “Oh? Is something on your mind?” the other asks with genuine
concern. It was rare for Jungkook to be in an off mood. Sure, he was a natural born pain in the ass,
but he was usually happy or… civil at least.

"Nah, everything is fine. Where’s Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook asks, quickly changing the topic
before sitting down on the comfortable leather couch.

“He should be here any minute, he had to do a few extra things at the office,” the omega sighs,
“I’m gonna go finish up the Jjigae, it should be done soon.” Jin says as he makes his way back to
the gleaming kitchen.

Jungook gives him a small smile, doing his best to not let his bad mood affect the other.

He moves to lie down on the couch, letting the cool leather soothe his burning skin as he stretches,
letting out the pent up tension in his muscles. Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to quiet his mind
and relax, which apparently for him is now impossible. He is so tired, and even being around Jin
wasn't stopping his mind from running a mile a minute, but he keeps his eyes shut anyway.

After a while Jungkook suddenly feels his mind quiet, and his body physically relax. He lets out a
low hum, a content feeling settling in his chest as he turns on his side. A calming scent breaks
through the chaos in his head as he takes a deep breath in, letting the intoxicating scent overwhelm
his senses, intensifying the pleasant hum in his chest even more.
 Oh my god.

The alpha shoots up from his position on the couch with wide eyes as he looks around the
apartment, his eyes immediately finding what he was afraid he would find.

"Jungkook, look who I brought! I thought it would be good for you two to talk since you’re having
a hard time in class." Namjoon gestures towards the person standing next to him.

Jungkook looks over to Namjoon’s left, his gaze meeting the bright, golden brown of those eyes
he's grown to know too well.

"Taehyung," he breathes out before he can catch himself.

The omega lifts his ember eyes to meet Jungkook's, a surprised expression painting his pretty
features at hearing that deep voice say his name like that.

"Uh- hi Jungkook."

Fuck.

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The sound of Taehyung's voice rings in Jungkook's ears. The elder had sounded so quiet, his voice
coming out in a soft whisper, but it resonates like a siren in the alpha's head, everything Taehyung
does affects him way more than it should.

Jungkook doesn't really respond, he doesn't even know what to say. It's beyond him why his
professor is standing in the middle of his second home, but he doesn't really care when the other
looks like that . Jungkook's eyes drift down, appreciating Taehyung's exposed collarbones under
the partially unbuttoned black shirt, his long legs on full display in some light jeans, accentuating
his hips and ass.

In other words, Taehyung looks fucking edible but what else is new.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook blurts out, doe eyes on full display as he belatedly realizes
how rude that sounded.

Taehyung pinches his brows together, regarding the younger with a puzzled expression, “uh- I’m
here for dinner I-

“Kim Taehyung!! Joonie has told me so much about you!! It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Jin
cuts off the professor as he half screams before wrapping his arms around the lithe omega.

“Oh um," Taehyung wheezes out at the strong grip squeezing the life out of him. "It’s nice to meet
you too," he says after the elder releases him, a soft smile settling across his flawless face.
Taehyung appreciates the presence of the other omega, the other's floral scent did wonders for
calming his nerves. Especially after coming face to face with a certain hard-headed alpha
unexpectedly.

Jungkook does his best to look away, but the boxy grin that paints Taehyung's features as he talks
to Jin is the cutest thing he's ever seen. The way the omega's smile lights up his entire face,
breaking his usual serious expression that the alpha was accustomed to seeing in the classroom.
Jungkook's mind drifts back to how the omega’s scent had calmed him, if even for a moment. No
one had ever had that effect on him. Taehyung drove him crazy but also made him feel completely
at ease. God, Jungkook felt like he was going insane.

"It’s time to eat! Don’t want my masterpiece to get cold," Jin announces, breaking Jungkook out of
his thoughts.

They all move to take their seats at the table in the dining room, waiting for Jin to bring the food
like he insisted on doing.

Jungkook follows behind Taehyung, struggling to keep his eyes up and off the other's goddamn
perfect body. A knot forms in his throat at the delicious scent that invades his senses, the proximity
of the beautiful omega only making it harder for him to keep up his calm and collected facade.

Jungkook takes a seat at his usual spot, to the left of Namjoon, leaving the seat across from him for
Jin.

"Taehyung, sit next to Jungkook." Namjoon gestures to the vacant seat beside Jungkook, which
pulls an exasperated sigh from the younger. He just couldn't catch a break.

“That smells amazing baby.” Namjoon smiles as his mate enters the dining room, who doesn’t sit
until he receives a peck on his cheek.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Jin says with a shocking amount of pride for an omega. He
always was a little different.

“I love kimchi jjigae!” Taehyung excitedly states as the piled up plate is placed in front of him.

Jin smiles, loving the praise, “so does our little Gukkie, it’s his favorite dish I make,” he looks
towards the young alpha with a fond smile, who has already begun digging in.

“Hyung! Stop it ," Jungkook scoffs as he feels his face heat up from being called little Gukkie in
front of Taehyung. He had an image to keep up for fucks sake.

Jin just shrugs his broad shoulders and proceeds to dig into the delicious food in front of him.

Jungkook looks at the professor out of the corner of his eye, noticing the way a small smile slips
from Taehyung's lips. He tries to mentally pinpoint the moment he started caring so much about
the omega's opinion, but he comes up blank. Jungkook has never felt unsure in his entire life, his
money and looks saw to that, but Taehyung was changing everything.

“So Taehyung," Namjoon starts, "tell me how your classes are going so far. Any problems or
anything I should know about?” the alpha says with an inquisitive quirk of his eyebrows.

Taehyung's eyes flick to Jungkook beside him before he quickly looks away, “oh not really, no. For
the most part it’s been good. However, I have noticed Jungkook seems to be having a hard time.”
Taehyung looks back at Jungkook whose eyes practically bulge at being outed like that.

Namjoon sets down his chopsticks, his gaze settling onto the younger alpha, opening his mouth to
speak.

"What do you mean Jungkook isn't doing well?!" Jin cuts off whatever Namjoon was going to say,
a look of shock settling over his features as his puffy lips fall open at the surprising news.

Jungkook looks back and forth between the couple not really knowing what to say, he had never
failed anything before. "Look it's really not a big deal… it’s not like art is my major anyway."
Jungkook starts eating again, hoping his indifference will make them drop the subject.

"Oh, you didn't know? Sorry, I thought Jungkook would’ve told you that he failed his first test."

Jungkook internally curses Taehyung, he was practically rubbing salt in his wounds at this point.

The alpha looks up, accepting he was going to have to talk about this.

“I'll try harder next time, okay? It's not my fault I had no choice in taking this class." Jungkook
knows he sounds rude, but he can’t help how his irritation only grows at feeling cornered like this.

Taehyung turns his body to face the younger, meeting his gaze. "Well, if you continue like this you
won't have a chance of passing. Maybe you should consider tutoring?"

Namjoon nods his head in agreement, "I think that's a wise decision. Taehyung, would you be
willing to give Jungkook some extra help?"

"Yes! That's a great idea Joonie!" Jin pats the alpha's hand, a smile decorating his features at his
mates idea. "Jungkook has never failed anything so I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding," the
omega fusses, looking like he's talking more to himself than the others.

Jungkook's mouth goes slack as realization dawns on him.

Taehyung is going to tutor him…

"Okay… that should be alright." Taehyung runs his ring clad fingers through his blonde locks, the
tousled hair falling perfectly back over his dark eyebrows. "Only if Jungkook is okay with it."

Honestly? Jungkook thought this was an absolutely terrible idea, but for reasons he couldn’t
vocalize. "Looks like I definitely don’t have a choice now," he grumbles out, the logical part of
him knowing this was a disaster waiting to happen while his inner wolf was beyond excited to
spend time with the omega.

"You two can exchange phone numbers and set up some meeting times! Do it quickly so
Jungkookie can start doing better." Jin practically demands in a sweet tone that masks the crazy
twinkle in his eyes. If anyone was invested in Jungkook's future it was him, after all, the brat
needed to take care of him in his senior years.

"After dinner, hyung," Jungkook answers before all of them get back to happily eating. Well
everyone except Jungkook. His mind is racing with the implications of texting Taehyung. God, he
wanted to kill and thank Jin at the same time for proposing this idea.

The table falls into normal conversation, Namjoon and Jin tell each other about their days,
effectively making Jungkook and Taehyung feel like they're third wheeling. The young alpha
glances at the other, noticing how his eyebrows are drawn down slightly, his pretty pink lips
pursed like he's thinking hard. Maybe Taehyung didn't want to tutor him and the whole thing would
be called off? The sliver of hope withers as soon as it crosses his mind, no way in hell he was
getting out of this.

Not even an hour later, as they're all sitting in the expansive living room, Jungkook tries to make
his great escape. He couldn’t stand to sit next to the intoxicating omega any longer. With every
passing moment it felt like his senses were going haywire, his mind and emotions a jumbled mess
everytime Taehyung tried to talk to him.

He lets out an over-exaggerated yawn, stretching his whole body for added effect. It wasn't like
Jungkook was completely faking. His muscles tensed as he stretched, catching the omega's
attention next to him.

"I think it’s time I head out, thanks for the dinner hyungs. It was really good!" Jungkook springs up
from his spot on the soft couch, his body protesting at leaving the comfortable position next to the
heavenly omega.

"Wait, Guk! Did you get Taehyung’s number?" And here Jungkook was thinking he could get off
that easy.

He turns around, already having made it halfway to the door, "oh right," he laughs, trying to mask
the obvious dread on his face.

He walks back over to the professor with every fiber of confidence he can muster considering he
was only getting his number for tutoring . God, that's embarrassing.

Jungkook slips his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it before holding it out to the omega sitting
in front of him. For a brief moment, Taehyung looks up at him, those amber eyes swirling with
something Jungkook can't name, but either way it pulls the breath out of his lungs. Taehyung
reaches out, their fingers brushing as he pulls the device towards himself. The touch feels like tiny
prickles against Jungkook's skin, warm electricity shooting through his body from his fingertips.
The sensation almost makes him gasp but he quiets himself, instead focusing on an interesting
looking vase as he waits.

After a moment Jungkook feels a small poke on his arm. He looks down to see Taehyung holding
out his phone, the omega's dainty hands shaking the slightest bit as he thrusts it back into the
alpha's much bigger hand. Jungkook belatedly realizes he can smell the tiniest hint of nervousness
from the other, and god, is it satisfying.

He smiles a sweet smile, "see you tomorrow professor," and with that Jungkook makes his way
out.

Jungkook's mind races once he gets away from Taehyung’s sweet scent. Those honey eyes don't
leave his thoughts for a second as he weaves in and out of traffic, the blue lights of the city blend
into hues of purple as they reflect off of the pristine red car. Before long, Jungkook is dragging
himself through the extravagant lobby of his apartment building, the mental exhaustion from the
day hitting him full force as he makes his way onto the elevator and leans his weight against the
cool glass.

His inner wolf can't seem to relax once again now that he's away from apparently the only thing
that can get him to relax. How that one thing became Taehyung? Jungkook has no idea. It feels like
his chest only constricts with every passing moment away from the other, until it's all he can feel.

Jungkook falls into bed, letting the black sheets cool his overheated skin as a deep sigh escapes his
lips. But before he can even begin to relax a muffled chime comes from his pocket.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, "oh fuck," Jungkook breathes out, letting the device fall to his
chest.

He picks it up again after a moment, noticing for the first time what the professor had put his
contact in as.

Taehyung

Just let me know the best times for you.

A low grunt escapes Jungkook, his already exhausted brain not knowing what to do over the fact
Taehyung put his name in as Taehyung .

Without thinking too hard he types out a quick response.

Taehyung

Just let me know the best times for you.

I will, soon.
“And that’s our stopping point for today. We’ll finish up the High Renaissance next time, don’t
forget to review for the quiz!” Taehyung practically yells over the noise of half the class packing
up.

Jungkook rolls his eyes at the disruptful noise, finding it beyond annoying that students thought it
was okay to literally get up and leave as the professor is talking. Idiots.

Once Taehyung is actually done Jungkook begins to pack up his things. It had been a week since
they exchanged numbers, and another failed grade later Taehyung had taken things into his own
hands. Now Jungkook was forced to sit dead center of the front row while the entirety of the class
sat behind him. Not to mention the tutoring that was going to start tomorrow, and Jungkook could
do nothing about it, but the worst part was, he didn’t really want to.

Within a matter of a couple weeks the ridiculous art class had become something for Jungkook to
look forward to, despite how he failed everything. It was just worth it to him to sit so close to
Taehyung, watch the beautiful omega talk excitedly about something he loves as Jungkook stares a
little too hard. Just like he had done today.

Jungkook had to practically rip his gaze away from Taehyung as he packed up his untouched
notebook and pen.

Jimin finishes before him and rushes out a quick goodbye before making his way out of the
classroom, claiming that he has to meet Yoongi or something. Jungkook just scoffs as he watches
the omega practically skip out of the classroom, a slight scowl making its way onto his features
when he thinks about the fact he didn’t have anyone to go see, to look forward to being with. At
least, not until art class on Monday evening.

Fuck, get it together, Jungkook mentally chides himself.

Just as Jungkook stands to put his backpack on, he catches Taehyung's eye. He shows a small smile
to the omega, his heart totally not skipping a beat when the other smiles back.

With his heart practically in his throat, Jungkook turns to make his way out, his feet feeling like
blocks of lead with every step away from Taehyung.

Jungkook moves past the rows of seats, noticing a couple of alphas lagging behind as they talk to
each other. He doesn’t pay them much attention, that is, until his sensitive hearing picks up their
conversation.

“Bro, what I wouldn’t give to fuck the professor, look at that ass,” the taller alpha says before they
both chuckle, staring at the unknowing omega currently bending over to pack up the rest of his
things. The two practically undress Taehyung with their eyes, nodding and whispering to each other
as their scents strengthen from their excitement.

Jungkook stops mid-step, the stench of their scents and their disgusting words turning his blood to
fire in his veins. Possessiveness swirls in his gut, his inner wolf rearing its head at the thought of
Taehyung being in danger.

He rounds on the alphas, his muscles tensing and stature slightly growing as adrenaline pumps in
his veins, making him appear so much larger and intimidating as his eyes sparkle dangerously with
flecks of red.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Jungkook snarls out, his voice impossibly low.

“Woah, chill Jeon. Don’t tell me you don’t agree? I mean just look at that body.” The alphas smirk
as they look back towards Taehyung, somehow missing the fact that Jungkook wasn’t playing any
games.

Jungkook’s whole aura darkens as he tongues his cheek, a pretentious smirk pulling at his features
as rage fuels him. His scent spikes, the intensity of it wiping the smirks off of the alphas' faces as
they realize they fucked up.

Jungkook draws himself up, looking even bigger than normal, his eyes now blazing with a fiery red
before he pulls one of the alphas up by their shirt, staring the other dead in the eye.

“W-woah what's your problem man?” the alpha stutters out with wide eyes, his feet barely
touching the ground.

“Say that one more time. I fucking dare you.” Jungkook spits out, hoping the other is stupid enough
to try and challenge him so he can rip him apart.

The weaker alpha averts his gaze, offering no resistance as he shrinks in on himself in submission.
Jungkook shoves him back with a growl, annoyed at how weak the other was but he shouldn’t be
surprised. There weren’t many wolves that could stand up to him.

Jungkook knows he’s made his point, knows that he needs to calm down but his instincts don’t let
him. It’s like he’s lost complete control of himself as he goes to grab at the other cowering wolf,
but he never gets the chance.

A small hand wraps around Jungkook's bicep, the gentle force pulling him back before he can sink
his elongated claws into the other. For a moment he forgets where he is, too caught up in his anger
to realize who it is.

Whipping around, his fiery gaze meets Taehyung’s big, cautious eyes as the omega tries to hold
him back despite how obviously terrified he is.

“You two leave, now!” Taehyung points towards the door as he continues to gently pull Jungkook
away from the alphas, careful to not infuriate the already fuming alpha.

The two wolves scamper out of the room as fast as they can, tails between their legs, and it takes
everything inside of Jungkook to not run after them, his inner wolf only getting more riled up at the
thought of a chase, but the soothing hand on his arm holds him in place.

"Hey, come on Jungkook." Taehyung says in the calmest voice he can muster considering how
terrifying it is to be around such a strong, angry alpha. He guides the alpha out of the room,
wanting to get him away from any prying eyes so he can calm down, and thankfully, Jungkook
follows.

They walk out of the classroom and down the hall, Taehyung’s hand never leaving the alpha’s
tense arm as he guides him into a quaint office and closes the door.

Taehyung suddenly let's go, the loss of contact feeling like Jungkook’s last shred of sanity slipping
away.

“What was that all about?" Taehyung continues in that same calm voice, but Jungkook doesn't miss
the anxiety that taints his sweet scent. The alpha forces himself to calm down, knowing his
threatening appearance was probably only making matters worse, but everytime he thought back to
those shitheads saying those things about the beautiful omega in front of him, he couldn't control
his anger.

Taehyung notices the internal battle Jungkook is going through, the tense set of his jaw, his wound
up body, and that musky scent mixed with the sharp, sour smell of rage that made Taehyung
instinctively want to calm the other.

The omega steps closer, giving in to the part of him that wants to please the alpha.

Jungkook physically feels Taehyung get closer, his heart immediately beginning to find a normal
pace as his breath comes out evenly, his eyes dulling down back to their usual chocolaty brown.
Jungkook leans closer, seeking comfort as he takes in a deep breath of the other's scent dripping
with honey and calming pheromones Taehyung is giving off. His fingers itch to reach out and bring
him closer…

"Jungkook," Taehyung begins softly as he looks up at the other, "why did you get so angry?"
Taehyung takes in the last of the deep red dispersing in Jungkook’s irises, his body nearly
shivering at the sight.

"I--they were saying things about you I didn't like," Jungkook rumbles out, his eyes fluttering shut
from the effect Taehyung was having on him.

Taehyung's gaze softens, “They’re just some idiot alphas Jungkook, they always say childish
things, it's okay.”

“No, it’s not okay Taehyung." Jungkook takes a step forward, their chests only a few inches apart.
"No one ever has the right to talk about you that way,” Jungkook mumbles out in a low,
authoritative voice, but this time it wasn't pent up anger that laced his tone.

At this distance he can see Taehyung’s pretty eyelashes that fan over his cheeks, how he takes deep
breaths, his chest rising and falling at the proximity. And god, that pretty, unmarked neck that
Jungkook just wants to bury his face in.

"And why do you care? You're my student Jungkook, I would think you'd join them if anything,"
Taehyung whispers into the air between them, something close to hurt evident in his voice.

"Taehyung," the alpha whispers, earning a sharp exhale from the other. Jungkook looks into his
eyes, taking the opportunity to memorize every detail of the other. Those beautiful honey irises
that are beginning to swirl with traces of blue, his parted lips as he takes shallow breaths, so plump
and inviting. Taehyung is so perfect, everything Jungkook didn't know he wanted, and he could
feel his resolve crumbling with every passing moment.

"I would never do something like that, and I'll rip apart anyone who does," Jungkook states with a
serious expression, making sure the omega knows he means every word.

Taehyung takes a step back, his eyes going wide as he comes back to his senses. “Well, d-don’t get
in trouble,” he says looking anywhere but at the alpha in front of him.

It's awkward for a moment, neither of them knowing what to do now that the moment is gone.

Taehyung coughs rather dramatically, only making it worse. “I’ll see you tomorrow? Do you still
want extra help?" He questions, uncertainty marring his expression.
A small smile makes its way onto the alpha’s face, “Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow Taehyung-ssi
.”

Jungkook lets himself out of the office, his mind not really able to process what just happened, but
he knew he wanted it to happen again. It doesn’t matter if his feelings are becoming such a huge
mess, he wants Taehyung to be his , but he knows that can’t happen.

With an exasperated sigh he pulls out his phone as he walks out of the building.

J i minie

Are you busy?

I just got home from class

Why?

I'm coming over

K doors unlocked

Jungkook could see his best friend’s face now, he would never live having a crush on his art
history professor down, but he needed to talk about it with someone. Maybe Jimin or Yoongi could
talk him out of it, after all, it's just a crush…

Jungkook opens the door to Yoongi and Jimin’s apartment, letting himself in as he lets his book
bag drop to the floor before making his way into the simple living room at the end of the corridor.

“Jimin, where are you I- what the fuck gross!” Jungkook practically vomits in his mouth from the
sight in front of him.

“You ever heard of knocking, kid?” A raspy voice nonchalantly asks, amusement evident in his
tone.

Jimin just obnoxiously laughs at the disgusted look on his best friend's face as he smiles into his
mate's neck.

“Jimin told me the door would be unlocked. It’s not my fault you two are fucking fully clothed!”
Jungkook states in an annoyed tone, avoiding looking at the pair at all costs.

Jimin presses a kiss on his mate's cheek before climbing out of the elder's lap, the alpha letting out
a disappointed sigh before throwing an irritated look in Jungkook's direction.

God, it's not like it was his fault the couple couldn't keep it in their pants for more than 10
minutes.

“You’re so dramatic. I didn’t realize you’d be here so soon, sorry” the omega innocently laughs as
he pats Jungkook on the back and gives him a quick hug.

“Maybe check your phone next time,” Jungkook states with a roll of his eyes, hugging the smaller
wolf back.

“Haven’t seen you in a hot minute,” Yoongi speaks up from his spot on the dark leather couch.
“Any updates in your life?”

Jungkook runs his hands through his black wavy locks, a sigh escaping his lips as he lets himself
fall onto the couch. “I uh, actually came to talk to Jimin about something," he says, letting his head
rest against the back of the couch.

“Everything okay Jungkookie?” The omega quickly asks, worry evident in his voice as his
eyebrows furrow.

“Everything is fine. It’s actually about um… Taehyung-ssi,” Jungkook mumbles out, another sigh
escaping his lips just from thinking of the beautiful omega.

A confused frown paints Jimin's features, “did something happen after class?”

“I mean kind of… but that’s besides the point.” He hesitates, not really believing he’s about to
admit this. His heart is beating out of his chest, the feeling unknown and uncomfortable.

“I think I like him,” Jungkook rushes out, never taking his eyes off of the ceiling, even when he
hears his best friend gasp beside him.

“Well uh-- I hope you do, he is going to be our professor for a whole semester and that would b-"

“I like him, Jimin.” Jungkook corrects him, fixing the omega with a look of determination, hoping
to convey how serious he is.

Yoongi perks up in interest, a small smile slipping from his lips. The only thing that ever got him
excited was drama.

“I’m sorry what,” Jimin nervously laughs, still not quite grasping what Jungkook was trying to say.
He must have misheard or something… After all, he’s never seen the alpha have real feelings for
anyone.

Jungkook sits up, regarding the other with hard eyes. “I. Like. Him- a lot actually. I can’t explain
it… everytime I’m near him his scent drives me insane, like I just get really excited and it feels like
I'm going to explode. And I get this weird feeling, like my chest hurts but it also feels good? I don't
know, I sound insane. I can't describe it,” Jungkook finishes, feeling like a weight has been lifted
off of his chest from finally telling someone about it, even if the look he gets is less than desirable.

“Sounds like you’re whipped to me, kid.” Yoongi laughs as he messes up Jungkook's hair.

Jimin just gives him an almost sad smile, “he’s our professor, Guk. You know that can’t happen.”

Jungkook sighs in annoyance, “yes I’m well aware. That’s why I don’t know what’s wrong with
me! I can’t get it together and it’s driving me insane!”

“Do Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung know?” The omega asks in curiosity, doing his best to not
scare the alpha off. It was extremely rare for Jungkook to open up like this, but Jimin can already
feel the other getting irritated, his eyes flash with specks of red and his scent takes on a bitter
smell.
“No, I’ve only told you two. They’re not going to know because then they’ll both freak out and it’ll
be a whole dramatic situation for no reason.” Jungkook looks down at his hands, a wave of
dejection overtaking him. He didn't expect for his friends to encourage him, but it was hard hearing
how impossible the situation is.

Jimin hums in response, not really knowing how to respond.

“I was hoping you two could convince me to forget about it,” the alpha states as he tugs at his
wavy hair and leans back on the couch.

“You and I both know you can’t just ignore feelings- or whatever you think this is. But you can’t
let this happen. Taehyung could get into serious trouble if you two were to- well, you know,”
Jimin says with a small laugh, trying to lighten the other's obvious stress.

“I would never do anything to get him into trouble. Hell, he doesn’t even know I like him. I’m just
gonna forget about it it's stupid," Jungkook tries to convince himself, but he knows it's a lost
cause.

“You’ll have to Jungkook, you have no choice.” Yoongi says as he tries (and fails) at comforting
the younger alpha.

“Just forget I said anything, thanks for the advice though.” Jungkook gets up, and walks towards
the entryway.

“Where are you going?” Jimin asks, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Back to my place. I need to get some work done, I’ll text you later okay?” Jungkook says with a
smile, doing his best to make sure it’s convincing.

The couple bids farewell before he walks out of the apartment and makes his way to his car, his
thoughts overwhelming his mind. That hadn’t helped as much as he had hoped.

Jungkook is pulled out of his daydream when he hears the familiar ding of his phone. He pulls out
the device, expecting it to be a text from Jin asking how his day was.

1 unread message

Taehyung

Is 3 good for you tomorrow?

Jungkook can't help but smile as he reads the message, excitement running through his system at
the reminder that he gets to be able to “spend some time” with the omega tomorrow.

Taehyung

Is 3 good for you tomorrow?

Yeah. See you then, professor.

Fuck everyone’s opinions. Jungkook knows exactly what he wants, and he'll be damned if he
doesn't try.

His palms are sweating. Why are his palms fucking sweating?

Jungkook internally groans as he makes his way towards the familiar office at the end of the
hallway. His heart is beating uncomfortably, whether from anticipation or dread the alpha doesn't
know.

As he nears the large wooden door that addicting scent hits him, somehow calming him while
waking up his senses even more. "Fuck," Jungkook whispers under his breath as he places his hand
on the door knob, debating whether or not his future was worth all of this effort. It's not like college
is a big deal right?

He focuses on the honey and mint scent invading his senses, how it clears his head in a strange
way, making him feel like he’s floating. Jungkook leans his head against the door, content to stand
there like a freak until he’s calm enough to open the door, but apparently the universe has different
plans.

And honestly? He should have seen it coming, he would have if he didn’t let his senses become
overrun with thoughts of the omega.

Jungkook vaguely makes out some rustling sounds before the door is suddenly yanked open,
effectively dragging his arm along with it. The alpha stumbles forward before he jerks his head up,
coming face to face with a pair of stunning golden eyes.

"Jungkook what are you doing?" The professor questions with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh--It’s almost 3. Did you forget about me already?” Jungkook quips back, trying to mask the
fact he was just caught standing outside the door.

“No I didn’t. It’s only 2:45, we still have 15 more minutes. I just didn’t expect you to show up
early.” Taehyung crosses his arms, leaning against the doorway as he watches the flustered alpha.

Jungkook just scoffs, regarding the omega with a look of disbelief. He knew what the other was
insinuating.

Taehyung raises his perfect eyebrow again, “I suppose since you’re already here we can start.
Come on in,” he says as he turns to make his way into the office, gesturing for Jungkook to follow
him.

Jungkook takes a seat at a small wooden table before setting his bag down and patiently waiting
for Taehyung, who apparently is in no rush as he rifles through stacks and stacks of images.

The alpha crosses his arms and leans back, the chair creaking from the movement as he tongues at
his cheek in impatience.

“So what exactly are we studying?” Jungkook asks as he looks around the homey office, noticing
there aren’t any pictures of Taehyung with another alpha.
Taehyung looks up from the stack of notes he’s currently going through, an exasperated sigh
leaving his lips. “What do you mean ‘what are we studying?’ We’re gonna review what we’ve
been talking about in class.”

Jungkook smirks, loving the bit of irritation evident in the omega’s features, at least he was getting
some kind of reaction.

He leans forward, resting both arms on the table as their gazes meet, “And what, exactly, have we
been talking about in class?”

The omega narrows his gaze, “You’ll be finding out very soon. Now open your textbook to chapter
3, please.”

Jungkook tilts his head, locking eyes with the professor for just a moment, but it's enough to wipe
the challenging look of the other’s face. Jungkook may have to listen to Taehyung but that doesn’t
mean he’s going to roll over like a puppy.

He’s still the alpha after all.

The eye contact breaks when Taehyung looks away, unable to meet the alpha’s intense, dark gaze
head on like that.

So Jungkook leans down to pull the thick book out his backpack as the other makes his way to the
table, setting down a small packet of notes in front of him.

“Let’s start with the simple stuff, Claude Monet.”

Jungkook scoffs, “Ah, you’re being too easy on me. I saw that artwork with my Mom in Paris last
summer.”

Taehyung tilts his head in confusion, regarding the alpha with pretty, wide eyes. “What do you
mean you saw it in Paris? I haven’t even shown you an artwork.”

“Oh, my bad. I meant to say I saw their artwork,”

The omega just nods, not really believing the other’s words. “Okay well, do you recognize this?”
Taehyung points to the picture, the image looking like a bunch of smudges and blurred edges in
tones of grey.

Jungkook honestly has no idea what that’s supposed to be, but it’s ugly. “Um- you see, I do, but can
you refresh my memory?”

Taehyung side-eyes the alpha, internally groaning at the other’s lack of motivation, but he isn’t an
asshole so he stays calm. “Nice try, at least tell me who it’s by or what style, it's so easy!”

Jungkook picks up the image, studying the shapes, lines, pools of color, before looking at the
omega who’s just waiting expectantly. He almost feels bad to let him down. . . “Mm, this is
definitely abstract.”

Taehyung can physically feel his eye twitch. He takes a deep breath before looking at the alpha,
the other having the nerve to look hopeful after that abysmal answer. “No, Monet was an
impressionist painter Jungkook. This is the Boulevard des Capucines ,” the omega says in a perfect
French accent. “It was painted by Claude Monet in 1873 in Paris, obviously,” Taehyung recites like
it’s the most basic human knowledge.
What a nerd, Jungkook thinks to himself. “Oh, right right. I knew that. I was thinking of the water
lilies, you know?”

The omega’s face lights up so quickly it’s almost sad, “Yes! Water lilies is by Monet too, we’re
making progress Guk.”

Jungkook freezes at the nickname as Taehyung busies himself looking through some notes,
probably not even realizing the nickname slipped out. He lets it go, not wanting to point it out and
make the other uncomfortable, after all, he likes how it sounds coming from the omega’s pretty
mouth.

“Alright, let’s look at someone else. Here’s a good one, everyone knows him.” Taehyung pulls out
another image before sliding it towards Jungkook, “Who painted this?”

Jungkook looks down, his eyes not registering the image at all, but instead focusing on the omega’s
dainty hand, how his long pretty fingers are decorated with thin rings, how--

“Jungkook, do you know?”

He had gotten so lost in his thoughts he missed everything Taehyung said. Jungkook stares at the
artwork in front of him, the bright red of the image jogging his memory. He knows the story
behind this. “Oh, um Van Gogh right?”

The omega raises his eyebrows in surprise before a smile spreads across his features, he hadn’t
expected Jungkook to get it right. “Yes! How did you know?”

“Because, I vaguely remember you talking about it...”

Taehyung’s eyes glisten, his favorite part of teaching is when someone finally understands. “That’s
good Jungkook, I swear this isn’t hard if you just remember the interesting stories behind the art.”

Jungkook nods, finding himself wanting to please the elder even more. “I’ll try my best-- it’s a lot
sometimes.”

The professor nods in understanding, his fluffy blonde bangs falling into his eyes at the movement,
“Well I know you’re extremely smart. I did some digging and found out you’re a straight A
business major. If you can do that you can do this,” Taehyung gestures to the spread out images in
front of them.

Jungkook smirks, secretly pleased that the omega had taken the time to learn more about him. “I’m
guessing that was courtesy of Namjoon-hyung?”

Taehyung looks away, pretending to find something on the other side of his office interesting.
“Well, I needed to know what I was working with,” he shyly states.

Jungkook takes in the elder’s profile, his soft features that are framed by beautiful blond hair. He's
so close, only a foot or so away, making it so easy to get lost in the amazing scent and even more
amazing view. Jungkook can practically feel Taehyung’s body heat at this distance, the effect on
him getting more and more overwhelming the longer he sits here.

“You know, it isn’t that the material is hard, I just find myself focusing more on the teacher than
on what is being taught.” The words stumble from Jungkook’s mouth before he even thinks about
it, the confession causing the omega to blush furiously.

“D-don’t say things like that Jungkook,” Taehyung stutters out, not really knowing how to react to
such a bold statement from the alpha. It’s hard enough dealing with the younger’s delicious scent,
but words like that have his inner omega mewling, wanting to submit and be held in the strong
alpha’s arms, which can’t ever happen.

Taehyung clears his throat a little too loudly, “Let’s um-- get back on track. Where did we leave
off?”

Jungkook huffs, displeased but not surprised at Taehyung’s reaction, but he couldn’t help how his
inner alpha bristles, irritated at not being able to do anything to get the beautiful omega.

So he leans forward to focus on what the professor is telling him, determined to master all of this
shit and impress the elder.

He has a lot of work to do.

Jungkook is finally done with his last class of the day, now on his way to get coffee with Jimin. He
makes his way to the cafe, deciding against taking his car so he can enjoy the short walk. It’s a
beautiful fall afternoon, the sun shines down through the trees, a light breeze flowing through his
wavy black hair. He’s in a particularly good mood today, it definitely has nothing to do with
Taehyung.

He enters the shop as soon as the overwhelming scent of coffee fills the air, lightly sniffing at the
scent of coffee and books.

Immediately, he sees his omega best friend sitting at their usual table, smiling so wide that his eyes
look like crescents.

“Guk!” Jimin yells as the alpha approaches the table.

“Hey Chim, did you order yet?” Jungkook asks as he places his bag on the chair before sitting
down.

The omega shakes his head, “Nah, I was waiting for you.”

A cute, young waitress approaches the table to take their orders. Jimin settles for his regular, an
iced mocha with extra whipped cream and chocolate drizzle, disgusting, Jungkook thinks to
himself.

“And for you?” The omega girl turns towards Jungkook, clearly a blushing mess.

Jimin just laughs as he wiggles his eyebrows at his best friend.

The alpha just ignores it, “I’ll have an americano, black, please,” Jungkook requests, barely sparing
the girl a second glance as she finishes writing down the order.

Once the girl is far enough away, Jimin suddenly bursts into laughter, “Dude, she was so into you.
If only she knew your type is professors.” Jimin holds his stomach as he combusts into a fit of
giggles, practically throwing himself out of the chair over his own joke.

“Shut the fuck up before I walk out of here,” Jungkook states with a roll of his eyes, annoyance
clear in his tone.
 “No! I’m sorry okay I’ll stop.”

The girl brings their drinks, setting them down on the table as they mutter out soft thank yous.

The pair just sit and talk about their day, about the new choreography they’re learning, about
Jimin’s sex life, the usual. They haven’t been able to really hang out due to their busy schedules
and Jimin always being with Yoongi, so this was a nice change.

“You sure seem happy today, Guk,” Jimin smiles as he takes a sip of his liquid diabetes.

Jungkook shrugs, “It’s been a good day.”

The omega wiggles his eyebrows, twirling the straw in between his small fingers. “So what’s the
reason?”

Jungkook smirks, taking a sip of the bitter black coffee. “No reason.”

His mind drifts back to Taehyung, replaying how close they had been, how intoxicating the omega
was, always giving Jungkook a run for his money.

Yeah, that’s the reason.

Chapter End Notes

ayyyy chapter 2! hope you are enjoying this story so far ❤️

 Chapter 3
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“And that concludes chapter five! Don’t forget about your exam next week, I’ve posted the study
guide online!” Taehyung yells over the sound of zippers and rustling of bags, students hurrying to
rush out of the lecture hall.

Jungkook packs up his bag like the rest, a pleased smile on his face at the fact he was able to
follow along with the entire lesson, taking detailed notes on every image that was shown as
Taehyung expertly talked about the art.

He had only been going to the tutoring sessions for a couple of weeks, but damn, did it make a
difference. Jungkook was still as distracted by Taehyung as he had ever been, but during tutoring it
was different. When the omega looked to him with hope in his eyes after asking a question,
Jungkook couldn’t let him down. So he studied hard to learn everything there was to know about
what they discussed in class.

“Jungkook--” Taehyung stops him before he can leave, “--can I talk to you?”

Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever nodded so quickly in his life. “Yeah sure.” Shit, he looks so good
today, Jungkook thinks to himself as he makes his way to the professor's desk. Well, it’s that
Taehyung isn’t normally the epitome of perfection, but today was special. He’s wearing a black
long-sleeve button-up with a floral print, which were paired with tight, black jeans that hug his ass
so-

“Guk, wait!” Jimin tugs on his best friend’s arm, ripping Jungkook out of his thoughts before he
reaches the desk where Taehyung is waiting. “Are you coming to the studio later?”

The alpha whips his head towards the smaller man, taken off guard by the sudden distraction.
“What?”

Taehyung shoots the pair an inquisitive gaze, his bottom lip forming a small, almost unnoticeable
pout. “Oh, if you need to go then-”

“No, no I can talk!” Jungkook rushes out, his heart doing a somersault in his chest at the adorable
expression painting the omega’s features. “Hoseok-ssi can wait.” The alpha throws a glare at
Jimin, not so subtly hinting at him to leave.

Jimin walks out with a roll of his eyes, muttering a “you better show up,” before leaving the two
alone.

“So um, what’d you want to talk to me about?” Jungkook questions as he approaches Taehyung,
who’s packing his own things into a bag that’s probably half the size of the omega.

Taehyung looks up from trying to shove a binder into the huge bag, “I just wanted to make sure
you feel confident with everything we’ve covered, especially since the exam is next week.”

Jungkook can’t help when a small smile creeps on his face, “are you asking because you actually
care or are you asking because you don’t want Namjoon-hyung to think you’re a horrible teacher?”
he says jokingly.
The blonde omega scoffs, “You do realize I wouldn’t have continued tutoring you after the first
time if I didn’t think you were actually understanding it, right?”

Taehyung is so cute when he talks back.

The younger just tongues his cheek and lets out a soft laugh, “I know, I’m just joking. I really
appreciate you asking.”

“Mhm. I was mainly wondering because I am free to give you one last session before the exam
next week, if you need it.” Taehyung moves to sling the heavy bag over his shoulder, his body
visibly struggling against the weight.

And god, the sight makes everything inside of Jungkook want to protect and care for the omega.

Jungkook knows he doesn’t need the extra help, not anymore. He practically knows all of the
material by heart now, but--he isn’t going to pass up the opportunity.

“You know what, I think I do want some more review.”

Taehyung hums, circling around the desk to make his way out of the classroom. “Alright, then we
can set up a time next week.”

Taehyung moves to walk past Jungkook, his body slightly bending forward in an attempt to carry
the bag pulling at his slim shoulders.

But before he can take another step, Jungkook slips his hand underneath the strap settled on the
omega’s shoulder, effortlessly pulling the heavy bag off of Taehyung before throwing it over his
own shoulder.

“W-what are you doing?” Taehyung stutters out, caught off guard by the unexpected movement.

Jungkook turns to walk out of the classroom, a smirk pulling at his lips. “You looked like you were
struggling so I’ll walk you to your office,” the alpha says over his shoulder, pleased at the light
blush painting Taehyung’s cheeks.

A light sigh leaves Taehyung’s lips, his eyes momentarily fluttering shut as he tries to collect
himself. His instincts went haywire at the display of strength, his inner omega urging him to do
something-- anything to get the alpha’s attention.

But that’s not an option. So they walk in silence to the door down the hall, both of them on edge
from each other’s scents.

Taehyung pulls out his keys, unlocking the door before stepping into the quaint office. “You’re
free to leave now.” The omega holds out his hand for the bag, not meeting Jungkook’s gaze.

The alpha just stands there, regarding Taehyung with a mischievous glint in his eye. It satisfied him
to know Taehyung felt the same pull he felt. He could tell from the omega’s scent, from his cheeks
dusted in a light pink while flecks of blue dance across his irises.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t you have to go meet your friend or something?” The
omega questions with a huff, the tension almost unbearable at this point.

Jungkook chuckles as he leans his weight against the doorframe, “I can’t help it. I stare at pretty
things a lot.”
Taehyung just stands there, his eyes going comically wide at Jungkook’s words.

What is he supposed to say to that?

“Uh--well… you should get going now,” Taehyung manages to squeak out.

Jungkook nods, “I’ll text you what tim-”

“Goodbye, Jungkook.” And just like that, the alpha is met with the force of the door being shut in
his face.

Jungkook stands there in disbelief, his eyebrows rising past his bangs as a small chuckles escapes
his lips. “Cute,” he states, barely above a whisper.

And then he realizes.

“Hey! You forgot your bag!”

“Guk, I don’t know why you even came to see me.” The nickname falls easily from Taehyung’s
mouth, making Jungkook’s chest fill with pride as the omega compliments him.

“You already know everything, I don’t think you need any more help.” Taehyung shows the alpha
a pleasant smile, his eyes sparkling at the thought of Jungkook really learning something in his
class.

...and maybe something else.

Jungkook mirrors the professor's expression, a smile pulling at his lips. “It’s only ‘cause I have
such a good teacher,” Jungkook quips, once again enjoying the shy smile that graces the omega’s
lips every time he compliments him.

It had become a sort of habit for them, Jungkook constantly showering Taehyung in little
compliments and sweet gestures only to see the omega get more and more shy, but Taehyung never
told him to stop.

Well… not seriously anyway.

“You shouldn’t say things like that, Jungkook,” Taehyung mumbles, his voice coming out so quiet
Jungkook wouldn’t have been able to hear if it weren’t for his enhanced senses.

Jungkook knows he should stop, knows that he was going to only make matters worse, yet he can’t
seem to, completely unable to tame the part of him that wants the omega so badly.

“Why not?”

A small exhale parts Taehyung’s lips, his eyes fluttering shut before he turns to face the alpha.

“Because… it’s not appropriate. You could get me in trouble,” Taehyung tries to reason, but if it's
with the alpha or himself he doesn’t know anymore.

Jungkook leans forward in his seat, settling his gaze on Taehyung’s, who just looks away
immediately. “Why would we get in trouble?” Jungkook plays dumb.

Taehyung looks down at the desk, his eyebrows scrunching together cutely at Jungkook’s words.

Did he just misread everything?

“Um nothing--nevermind.” Taehyung moves to gather all of the images scattered on the surface in
front of them, his scent changing from the embarrassment coursing through him.

Jungkook notes the slight change, immediately feeling guilty for only confusing the elder.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook says lowly, his voice bringing the omega’s movements to a halt.

Taehyung sits stock still, his mind getting more and more clouded from the alpha’s deep voice in
his ear, from his strong scent making Taehyung’s inner wolf whine with need.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook tries again, noticing the conflict going on behind Taehyung’s honey eyes.
“Look at me.”

“I can’t,” Taehyung whispers, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to regain control of himself. But
it’s useless when the alpha is so close, he could only fight his instincts so much.

“Look at me,” Jungkook rumbles, his voice more demanding, more powerful. He needed to see
Taehyung’s eyes, needed to know what was going on inside the other’s pretty head.

Taehyung’s eyes flutter open before he turns to meet Jungkook’s gaze, and god, the view nearly
floors Jungkook. The omega’s eyes shine a brilliant blue, the usual honey color long gone as his
irises swirl with pools of blue.

Jungkook can’t control the growl that bubbles up in his throat at the sight, every fiber of his being
telling him to take the omega.

“God Taehyung, you drive me insane,” Jungkook whispers into the air between him, his voice
coming out lower and raspier than it did a minute ago.

“Guk,” Taehyung breathes out, his bright blue eyes unwavering from Jungkook’s now that he was
looking at the other. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from the alpha’s blood red gaze, his
body thrumming with desire as his instincts tell him to submit and let the alpha give him what he
needs.

And Jungkook knows his eyes mirror Taehyung’s in vibrancy and need , he could feel the change
in his aura as his inner wolf got more and more excited.

A small part of him knows he needs to stop, knows that it isn’t too late to salvage the situation, but
when Taehyung’s gaze slowly becomes hooded, his pupils dilating in response to his scent,
Jungkook knows it’s over.

He leans forward, curling a hand around the omega’s neck before crashing their lips together in a
heated kiss that has another growl ripping through his throat. Jungkook savors the taste of
Taehyung on his lips, a low groan settling in his chest when he feels the omega whimper and mewl
into his mouth as he forcefully pulls Taehyung closer, his grip bruising on the elder’s waist.

It’s everything Jungkook daydreamed about, everything that he let himself imagine when he would
get a hand around himself at night, but so much more. The heat of Taehyung’s mouth makes his
head spin, how their lips find a smooth but bruising rhythm as Jungkook darts his tongue out to lick
at the seam of Taehyung’s spit slicked lips.
The kiss has pleasure pulsing through Jungkook’s body, the feeling foreign and unlike anything
he’s ever felt as he presses forward, wanting to taste more .

But the pleasure is quickly ripped away from him, Taehyung’s mouth suddenly gone from his
before he feels two small hands push at his chest roughly.

Jungkook is pushed back, the force enough to snap him out of his haze as he realizes Taehyung is
now standing up, the omega’s scent sour with anxiety and rage .

“Taehyung wh--”

“No! It’s not Taehyung, it’s professor!” Taehyung yells as he paces back and forth with wide eyes,
the blue of his irises now swirling like a stormy sea.

Jungkook moves to stand, his mind automatically wanting to calm the distressed omega any way
he can. “What’s wrong?” He asks in a low, soothing voice, the sound akin to a purr as Jungkook’s
scent changes to calm the wide-eyed omega.

But it’s not nearly enough.

“This can’t happen! I don’t want it to happen, okay? I don’t want anything to do with you,
Jungkook. You’re just a student.”

The words cut through Jungkook like a knife, damaging his pride and the feelings for the other he
had tried to bury. Anger replaces the pleasure in his system, his previous euphoria turning to blind
rage at being rejected so roughly after having a taste of what he wanted so badly.

“Yeah right,” Jungkook scoffs, the red of his eyes deepening to a dangerous scarlet. “That’s
definitely why your eyes turned right? Why you were such a whining mess for me ?” Jungkook
emphasizes his words, using Taehyung’s own reactions against him because he knows it wasn’t all
a lie.

“Just leave,” Taehyung snaps, his anger quickly dying down in the face of the pissed off alpha to
make way for the fear, his small body shaking from the sour scent permeating his senses.

Jungkook’s chest heaves from the adrenaline in his system, from the anger and hurt at Taehyung’s
words. And he didn’t want to hear any more. So he turns, jerkily grabbing his bag off of the desk
before walking out the door with a loud slam.

And when he hears a muffled whimper from the other side of the closed door, Jungkook brushes it
off despite everything inside of him screaming at him to go back.

Because after all… he’s just a student.

“Why aren’t you coming to class… again?” Jimin’s voice squeaks over the line, confusion and
worry evident in his tone even through the phone.

A deep sigh leaves Jungkook’s lips, his head falling back to rest on the grey couch. “I just don’t
feel like going,” he answers simply, doing his best to seem nonchalant. But he knows, as well as
Jimin, that he was so far from it.
“Jungkook, this is your second time skipping this week! And you already failed the test you have to
show up!”

Jungkook winces at the omega’s words, remembering the awful memory of taking the exam.
Despite him knowing everything like the back of his hand, he didn’t care, and maybe some part of
him wanted to get back at Taehyung for rejecting him. That’s why he failed the entire thing on
purpose, barely bothered to scribble down his name before handing Taehyung the blank test sheets
before walking out of the class ten minutes in.

The look the omega had given him made his chest seize with guilt the second their fingers brushed
as he handed him the sheets, but Jungkook couldn’t do anything about it now. Especially not face
the professor, so he’s skipped every other class since, sulking in his apartment as his head fills with
thoughts of Taehyung.

“Jungkook? Hello?! Are you listening?!”

Jimin’s voice rips him out of his thoughts, not at all hearing anything the other has said over the
past several minutes. “Yeah yeah I hear you,” Jungkook lies, not having it in him to hear more.
“Listen I gotta go. I think I’m gonna go let off some steam at the dance studio.”

His best friend huffs over the line, obviously displeased. “Okay, I’ll take some extra notes for you
or something.”

Jungkook smiles at Jimin’s words, the fact that the omega was still always looking out for him
even when he was being an ass warming his heart.

“Thanks Chim.”

“Mhm, don’t think you’re off the hook!” With that, the omega hangs up, leaving Jungkook to once
again brood in the solitary of his apartment.

It was honestly sad, never in his life has Jungkook felt so powerless, so desperate to have
something that he knows he can’t. And what’s worse is that he knows Taehyung was lying, he
knows the omega wanted him just as bad. Taehyung couldn’t fake the excitement and need that
laced his scent every time Jungkook was around, yet he had pushed him away…

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts out, roughly running his fingers through his fluffy black hair, feeling
completely and utterly exasperated.

At this point he would do anything to be with the beautiful omega that had somehow effortlessly
brought Jungkook to his knees.

The alpha collects himself, forcing his tired limbs to move to take a shower before throwing on
some loose fitting sweats. The only thing he knew to do right now was focus on something else. So
not an hour later he’s climbing into his car and speeding off towards the familiar college campus,
letting the cool fall air run through his damp hair as he leisurely drives with one hand on the
wheel.

The crisp air rejuvenates Jungkook minutely, his head becoming a little clearer as he breathes in the
fresh air, the sunlight soaking into his skin as he walks across the expansive campus towards the
dance studio.

Jungkook looks down at his phone as he walks, noticing the time--art history got out not five
minutes ago… He stamps the thought down, blasting his favorite playlist into his airpods as he
comes to a stop at the crosswalk across from the arts buildings.
Jungkook should have seen it coming, he really should have, yet somehow it didn’t cross his mind
that he was right in front of the arts buildings, right at the time class was over.

He looks up from his phone, squinting against the bright sunlight when a familiar scent hits him, a
scent sweet enough to make his head spin and his heart pick up in his chest without warning.

Oh god.

Jungkook holds a hand up to shield his eyes from the sun as he looks for the source of the scent,
and there, directly across from him on the other of the crosswalk, is Taehyung.

The alpha internally curses, his stomach turning as he makes eye contact with the omega framed by
the golden sun, looking as captivating as ever. The sun illuminates Taehyung’s blonde locks,
making his soft features stand out even more as his piercing eyes bore into Jungkook.

Jungkook stands stock still, his gaze unwavering on the omega as his hand slowly falls back to his
side. Thoughts run through his head a mile a minute, what should he say? Is it too late to run?
Maybe Taehyung doesn’t actually see him?

But he does, Taehyung definitely sees him. The light changes, signaling that it’s safe to walk
before everyone around them starts moving, but they don’t. The two remain stuck in place, gazing
at each other from opposite sides of the street as pedestrians walk to and fro between them.

Taehyung is the first to snap out of it, his eyes flickering down as he starts taking determined steps
forward, and Jungkook does the same.

Jungkook feels like the world is running in slow motion, his senses going haywire as he hears his
heartbeat in his ears and his eyes focusing on only one person. With each step they draw nearer and
nearer, until the omega is close enough Jungkook could reach out and touch him.

But Taehyung doesn’t even look at him, doesn’t spare Jungkook a second glance as their shoulders
nearly brush before the omega breezes past, continuing on his way like he hadn’t seen anything.

Jungkook tries to ignore the stinging in his chest, disappointment practically eating him alive. He
shouldn’t be surprised but a part of him was hoping for the elder to do something . At this point
Jungkook was willing to just sit and let Taehyung yell if that’s what it took to get close to him, but
apparently he had no such luck.

With an exasperated sigh Jungkook turns his eyes forward, focusing on just getting to the dance
studio. It would be easier to think when he got all of the pent up frustration, disappointment, and
apparent longing he felt for his art professor.

God, the thought still brings a sarcastic smile to his face. What a joke.

But if there’s one thing Jungkook realizes as he dances for hours on end, moving his body almost
automatically while his mind finds some clarity, it’s that he isn’t going to give up so easily.

Taehyung is worth fighting for.

Jungkook looks up and down the hall, his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he makes sure the coast
is clear. His wavy, dark hair falls down into his eyes as he turns his head from left to right, slightly
obstructing his view before he moves to practically speed walk down the dimly lit corridor.

I can do this I can do this I can do this…

The words play like a mantra in his head as practically tiptoes towards his goal. Jungkook knew he
was acting paranoid, after all who would even be here at the ass crack of dawn? But that didn’t
help calm his rapidly beating heart as he tries to pull off mission impossible.

It’s been exactly a week since the failed exam, and after the alpha was done nursing his hurt ego he
got his shit together, determined to woo the omega that inhabited almost every one of his thoughts.
So that’s how he finds himself sneaking through the art building at seven in the morning,
Jungkook’s mind set on one goal and one goal only-- getting Taehyung’s attention.

Jungkook rakes his tattooed fingers through his hair, his other hand wrapped around a beautiful
bouquet of bright blue hydrangea, a little note nestled between the petals. The flowers and color
were a weird choice, even for him, but the minute Jungkook had spotted the soft but intense blue of
the flower his mind was assaulted with the memory of Taehyung’s blue eyes sparkling at him.

Jungkook suddenly thinks hydrangeas are his new favorite flower.

He silently makes his way past the classroom door, not stopping for a moment as he draws nearer
and nearer to Taehyung’s office. Jungkook can only hope Taehyung isn’t here yet or things are
going to get awkward real fast. The last thing he wanted was to scare off the omega even more.

The alpha is at the door of Taehyung’s office soon enough, the morning sun pooling through the
window at the end of the hall casting him into a golden glow. Jungkook stops for a moment, subtly
sniffing the air for any sign of the omega nearby, listening to make sure there aren’t any
movements from the other side, and when he’s satisfied he raises his hand to the cool metal of the
door knob, turning it as an exhale parts his lips.

Except it doesn’t turn. At all.

Of fucking course , Jungkook mentally curses, an exasperated smile pulling at his lips at his own
stupidity.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

Jungkook looks around, mentally weighing his options as he prays for an idea to hit him. He could
just break the lock? Jungkook knew it wouldn’t be that difficult considering his strength. But he
quickly discards that idea, that would only scare the omega.

Maybe just leave the flowers on the floor? Try and pick the lock? Go steal some key--

Just as Jungkook is about to run out of ideas, the universe smiles down on him.

A tired looking woman comes around the corner, the small omega pushing the cleaning cart in
front of her as a big yawn overtakes her features.

Jungkook watches the older woman as she slowly makes her way down the hall, no doubt making
her early morning rounds to make sure everything is clean for the day. Jungkook’s gaze almost
looks feral from the excitement pumping in his system, his scent noticeably intensifying at the
sight of his god sent savior.

“Excuse me!” Jungkook raises his hand as if he were in a classroom, getting the woman’s attention
as she attempts to unlock a classroom. The poor woman jumps at the alpha’s voice, her eyes lazily
blinking up at Jungkook as he nears the eldery omega.

“I don’t mean to bother you but uh--” Jungkook puts on a charming smile, “would you mind
unlocking a door for me?”

Jungkook’s sweet smile and soothing voice pulls a crooked smile from the lady, her kind eyes
sparkling despite the early hour.

“Well, I guess so as long as you make it quick. Which door is it?”

Jungkook could kiss the old lady from relief. Here he was thinking he was going to have to beg and
flirt his way into Taehyung’s office but the omega was more than happy to help.

“It’s the office door right there--” Jungkook points behind him, a bright smile still on his face.

The lady's face falls, her eyebrows knitting together as the wrinkles in her face make her look like
she’s scowling. “Oh, I’m sorry honey. I can’t just unlock a professor's office. I could get in trouble
if they found out.”

Jungkook’s chest deflates, his smile falling at the omega’s words. But if there was one thing
Jungkook is, it’s persistent.

“Please? I promise he won’t mind. We’re actually family friends and I was just going to leave him
this gift as a thank you for tutoring me,” Jungkook lies through his perfect teeth. Well, kind of lies.
Taehyung was a friend of Namjoon’s, so that counts right?

The woman hums, moving a hand to rub at her chin as she turns over Jungkook’s words.

“I know that professor. Taehyung isn’t it? He’s a beautiful omega,” the woman states, and
Jungkook gets the feeling she knows more than she’s letting on.

“Um yes, that’s him,” Jungkook answers hesitantly, sending a silent prayer out that this lady lets
him in, kids would be showing up for 7:30 classes any minute now… “So--will you help me out?
Please?” Jungkook has never pouted or begged in his life, but he was more than willing to use his
alpha charm for the sweet elder lady. He smiles down at her sweetly, his eyes scrunching up a
little, only making his handsome face that much more irresistible.

“Okay sweetie, but don’t tell anyone about this, yeah?”

Jungkook nods quickly, his fluffy hair bouncing on top of his head. “No I won’t, I promise.”

That seems to do it for the omega, who takes her ring of dozens of keys up to the office door,
rifling through the many metal picks before coming up with the right one. The door clicks open
and Jungkook rushes inside, but not before embracing the lady in a tight hug with thank you’s
profusely falling from his mouth.

The older omega watches Jungkook practically throw himself through the door, a knowing smile
decorating her aged features before she calls out, “lock it after you’re done!” Before waddling
away to finish her work.

Once inside Jungkook flicks on the light switch, blinking against the bright fluorescent lighting as
he stalks towards the neatly arranged desk, flowers in hand.

Jungkook gently sets the full bouquet on top of the desk, arranging it so the blue blooms face the
doorway, making it absolutely impossible to miss. Jungkook steps away with a small smile pulling
at his lips, taking one last glance to make sure everything was perfect before rushing out the door,
taking care to turn the lock back into place before shutting the door behind him and taking off
down the hall.

The alpha feels invigorated to know he actually pulled that off. He was half expecting for
something to go terribly wrong but here he was, ever the epitome of success.

He couldn’t wait to see Taehyung later that day, couldn’t wait to hear what Taehyung thought of
the sweet gesture. After all, who could resist something so heartfelt from an alpha like Jungkook?

No one. The answer is no one.

Or so Jungkook thinks, until he’s proved completely and utterly wrong when he shows up for class
later that afternoon.

He waltzes into class, anticipation buzzing under his skin in hopes that he receives a smile from the
omega or really anything to let him know Taehyung liked it. But he’s met with no such thing--
again.

Jungkook sits in his seat at the front, spreading out his stuff leisurely since he has practically the
entire row to himself. He dutifully sits there, wide eyes boring into Taehyung as he prepares his
notes for the class. Jungkook knows he long passed the point of being pathetic, his once intense,
sexual alpha appeal long gone, instead turning more into a doe-eyed puppy that could only wag its
tail whenever the omega even glances in his general direction.

He blames the hormones.

The class settles down when Taehyung clears his throat to begin, and Jungkook does his best for
the next hour to listen attentively to every word that falls from Taehyung’s lips, taking detailed
notes and drawing small illustrations in his notebook to help him remember every piece.

And if Jungkook had eyes on top of his head to see Taehyung as he works on his notebook, he
would have seen the tiny glances the omega was throwing his way. How Taehyung’s eyes soften
when he notices how the alpha is bent over his desk, vigorously scribbling his notes and drawing
tiny pictures. How a small smile pulls at Taehyung’s pink lips when Jungkook turns his gaze
towards the projected image, his strong eyebrows knitted together in concentration as he studies the
details of the image before jotting yet another thing down.

But Jungkook doesn’t see any of that. So imagine his disappointment when the class ends and
Taehyung dismisses them all with a wave of his hand, not sparing him a second glance.

Jungkook can’t help but feel a little dejected, but that doesn’t stop him. Not yet.

So he keeps trying. It almost becomes a habit over the next few days for Jungkook to bring the
omega a small gift each day, either hiding it in his office like he had that first time or silently
handing it to Taehyung after everyone has filtered out of class.

It’s always something like more flowers or some sort of food, something that he knows the wolf
side of Taehyung will appreciate. Jungkook scoffs at himself at the choice of gifts, feeling like a
wolf from the feral times trying to win over an omega.

But hey, it works.

Today he had settled on a small box of covered chocolate strawberries, the red box decorated with
a tiny bow at the top. Jungkook doesn’t know why but he had a feeling Taehyung liked
strawberries, call it a hunch.

He shows up to class early, early enough for no students to yet be in the classroom as he slips
inside. Taehyung is standing at the head of the lecture hall like always, setting up everything he
was going to need for the lesson, his back turned to Jungkook.

But Taehyung didn’t have to turn around to know Jungkook was there. The strong, musky scent
mixed with petrichor quieted his mind on reflex while simultaneously making his body come to
life, and god-- does it piss him off that he still reacts that way to the alpha.

Jungkook lets the door shut silently behind him before he makes his way to the front of the
classroom, small red box in hand. He drops his bag off at his seat, letting the sack fall to the floor
before he unashamedly walks up to Taehyung’s desk, setting the box of strawberries down
wordlessly.

Taehyung peers out of the corner of his eye, his back still turned to the younger as a sigh escapes
his lips at yet another gift. It was making it infuriatingly hard to ignore Jungkook.

Taehyung is only a simple omega after all, his inner wolf preened at the attention despite his logic.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Taehyung speaks up, his frustration getting the better of him. He
had successfully ignored the younger for the past two weeks or so but he could feel his walls
breaking down.

Jungkook turns his gaze towards Taehyung, admiring the other’s beautiful figure on display. The
way his black jeans hugged his long, slim legs, the oversized artsy button up tucked into his pants
to accentuate his impossibly small waist as the long sleeves slip down his tanned shoulders.

The sight made Jungkook’s mouth fucking water.

“I think you know why,” Jungkook answers simply, plopping down in his seat at the front to
simply sit and admire the other.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, his tongue darting out to wet his lips like he always did when he
was nervous. “No, I don’t--” Taehyung turns around, finally facing the alpha sitting directly in
front of him, “--all I know is that you won’t leave me alone despite me being very clear about what
I want and I don’t understand why.”

Jungkook regards Taehyung with a hooded gaze, his eyes lazily taking in the other, savoring the
view. “Well what you told me doesn’t match up with what your body is telling me--” Jungkook
moves to stand, his form taller and much broader than the omega’s, “--and sorry but I can’t just
ignore such a beautiful omega. You’re so perfect, Taehyung.” Jungkook’s voice comes out soft but
clear, his determination evident in his intense gaze and the power emanating from his aura.

An involuntary shiver wracks Taehyung’s body, his insides twisting and butterflies exploding in
his stomach at the younger’s words. He loves the praise, loves how even despite how hard he tries
to hide what he feels, the alpha can see right through him. Which he doesn’t know is a blessing or a
curse.

The small movement doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“See? You can’t even control your reaction to me, how your little body shakes when I so much as
say your name.” Jungkook takes a step closer, “so fucking pretty for me.” He whispers the words
between them, watching with calculating eyes as the omega’s eyes flutter shut, a tiny whimper
falling from his parted lips.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung chokes out, on the verge of tears from the frustration and longing that was
ever present in his system these days. But he couldn’t break, not now. “Please just--”

“Just what?”

Taehyung takes a deep breath, focusing all his energy into his next words as he meets Jungkook’s
gaze. “Just--just sit back down… a-and wait for class to start.”

With that Taehyung turns away from the younger, feeling completely drained from the short
conversation. It took so much out of him resisting the alpha, and Jungkook wasn’t even using the
full extent of his power over him. The other could easily get Taehyung to submit if he wanted to,
but he didn’t. He never did because when Taehyung finally gave in, it would be because he wanted
to, not because of Jungkook using his rank.

Jungkook swallows down the lump of disappointment settled in his throat, but he doesn’t argue,
doesn’t push any further. So with a nod he turns, sitting back down in his seat with a grunt before
telling the omega one more thing.

“I’ll sit and wait as long as you need, Taehyung.”

A small smile pulls at Taehyung’s lips, the words much too comforting for his liking. And as
students start to file in, he mumbles out a “stubborn alpha” under his breath before focusing back
on the task at hand.

The rest of class goes by in a blur for both of them. Jungkook can tell Taehyung is distracted as he
teaches, the professor sometimes losing his thought or forgetting what question he was going to
ask. But Jungkook does his best to help him along, answering and asking questions at all the right
moments as Taehyung regains his focus.

The lecture is over soon enough, Taehyung ending it a solid 20 minutes early.

His brain felt absolutely fried.

Jungkook sends the professor an all too knowing smile as he dismisses the class, a smirk pulling at
his lips as he begins to pack up his stuff.

But before he can even zip up his bag, a floral scent invades his nose, alerting him to Jimin’s
presence.

“Wow Guk, you really nailed those questions today. You turning into a teacher’s pet?” Jimin
banters as he pats the alpha on the back, his eyes in little crescents as he smiles widely.

If he only knew…

Jungkook shrugs off his friend, mumbling out a “maybe” before turning to walk out of the
classroom. He only makes it a couple of steps before he hears a high voice call out his name, the
sound unfamiliar as he turns to the source of the noise.

A girl runs up to him, her black hair falling in silky strands down her back as she blinks up at him,
her eyelids tinted a light sparkly pink.
Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, wracking his brain to try and associate the girl with a name but he
comes up blank. His eyes drift to the side, noticing how a couple of other girls stand off to the side
who he presumes are her friends. The small girl is a beta, her scent sweet but tinged with a sour
tone from her obvious nerves.

“Jungkook right?” The girl questions, but why she would ask that when she obviously knows his
name is beyond Jungkook.

“That’s me.”

The beta smiles with relief, her breathing coming out a little roughly from how nervous she is.
“Um-- I’m Haneul! I just… I’ve seen you around lately and I was wondering if I could have your
number? Maybe we could study or get coffee sometime,” the girl finishes, her proposal coming out
more as an unsure question. It’s sad really, because the entire time she’s talking he knows he’s only
going to turn her down at the end, but Jungkook isn’t rude so he lets her finish.

“Well that’s very nice of you,” Jungkook smiles, doing his best to soften the blow. He knows it has
to take guts to walk up to someone like him.

Jungkook is about to politely decline her request when another scent hits his nose, the faint honey
and mint not smelling like its usual comforting sweetness, but instead a sharp sour that has
Jungkook jerking his head up at attention, his subconscious knowing exactly where the scent is
coming from before he can even think about it.

His eyes lock with Taehyung’s, the omega looking mortified as he scrambles to pack up all his
things, no doubt embarrassed by the fact Jungkook was able to pick up on his emotions.

A smirk pulls at Jungkook’s lips as realization dawns on him that Taehyung is jealous , and god, is
it a nice feeling to see Taehyung actually giving a fuck. Whether he means to or not. Jungkook was
going to say no, but then another thought crosses his mind. He had tried the sweet, caring approach
with Taehyung, but maybe this was the extra push the omega needed.

“Yeah, okay,” Jungkook answers before the silence gets too awkward, holding out his phone for
the girl to input her number.

The beta’s face lights up as she vigorously types her number out before running away with a quick
“text me!”

Jungkook pockets the device, not really having any intention of using the new contact, he just
wanted to see how it would affect Taehyung. He subtly glances in the omega’s direction, taking
care to not raise suspicion as Jimin ushers him out of the classroom, noticing the death glare and
sparks of blue flickering across Taehyung’s eyes.

Maybe it worked a little too well.

They make their way out of the room, Jungkook throwing one last look over his shoulder at the
omega standing at the front of the classroom, his eyes on the retreating alpha.

Jungkook’s heart does a little spin in his chest, every fiber of his being only wanting to go hold the
irate looking omega, comforting and reassuring him that he only wanted him. Because despite how
rocky things were between them, how Taehyung insisted he didn’t want anything with Jungkook,
the alpha knew it was all a facade. Taehyung’s true emotions broke through in moments like these,
completely unable to hide whatever he’s feeling, and god, it only made Jungkook want him that
much more.
“And this--” Taehyung flips the slide to the next artwork, the stunning white marble sculpture a
contrast to what they usually studied, “is Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss. It was sculpted by the
Italian neoclassical artist Antonio Canova who was widely known--”

Jungkook zones out as Taehyung continues to explain the history of the artist, his eyes going wide
at the image of the sculpture. He knew this one, had even seen it in person when he was abroad as
a young teenager. Jungkook always found the story of Cupid and Psyche interesting, their
tumultuous love and forbidden relationship something he could oddly relate to right now.

Except apparently his story was one sided.

Several more days had passed with no word from Taehyung, no lingering gazes, no nothing , and
Jungkook hates to admit it but he’s running out of ideas.

“--this piece represents the end of their love story, when Cupid kisses Psyche to awaken her from
eternal sleep. It’s interesting to think about how their story is only filled with obstacles, perhaps
signifying that their love should have never of been,” Taehyung further explains, offering an
alternative interpretation to the story.

And wow, does that hit a little too close to home for Jungkook.

“I disagree, professor,” Jungkook speaks up, unable to hold back his opinion on this particular
artwork. “I think it’s a beautiful story of overcoming trials together . Psyche was willing to do
whatever she had to to find Cupid, I don’t think that’s something to dismiss so easily.”

Murmurs can be heard throughout the classroom, everyone taken off guard by a student,
specifically Jeon Jungkook, disagreeing with an expert in the field so blatantly.

“I suppose that’s one way of looking at it, but if Psyche hadn’t been so greedy she wouldn’t have
ever found herself quite literally in hell, at the mercy of those more powerful than her. Her love for
Cupid almost cost her her life,” Taehyung counters, doing his best to stay professional.

Jungkook nods, leaning forward in his seat as he holds Taehyung’s gaze. “That’s true, but isn’t it
better to at least try than spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been? The best
things in life are rarely so simple.”

Taehyung swallows down the lump in his throat, knowing that the alpha wasn’t really talking
about the art anymore. “I guess that depends on the person.”

Jungkook scoffs, his long hair falling into his eyes as he leans back in his seat. “Apparently so.”

“Yes, well,” Taehyung clears his throat, looking back towards the projected image before flipping
to the next one. “Let’s just… move on.”

Jungkook doesn’t really pay attention to the rest of class, his mind in shambles over hearing the
other’s indirect thoughts about the whole situation. Is that really what Taehyung thought? About
them? About everything? Jungkook hopes it’s not true, hopes that the omega really was just
referring to the story behind the sculpture, but something tells him he wasn’t.

And if Taehyung really didn’t think they were worth the risk, Jungkook couldn’t force him to
 change his mind.

No matter how bad it hurts.

Chapter End Notes

So fun fact, the crosswalk thing actually happened to one of us. Like the whole making
eye contact with a hot professor from across the road after skipping class thing was
pulled from real life events so yay. Minus the whole dramatic forbidden love thing.
Also does anyone else think hydrangea are the best flowers ever?? I feel like they're
very underappreciated... Anyway hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

Twitter. ❤️
 Chapter 4
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Jungkook’s muscles burn as he twists his body to the music, his usually precise turns and thrusts
sloppy as he tries to follow the beat of the music. As Jungkook sways and rolls his body, the
choreography burned into his muscle memory, everything is off. He doesn’t know the last time he
did so terribly, missed his mark so many times as a distant voice yells at him to stop.

“You missed a step!” The voice of his dance instructor yells for the tenth time in the span of a few
short minutes.

Jungkook knows he’s doing awful, and knows exactly why he can’t seem to pull off moves that he
mastered when he was a teenager.

He just couldn’t get Taehyung out of his head. Dancing would normally bring Jungkook some
clarity, help him focus his mind and work off the excess energy, but right now it does the opposite.
He feels confused, frustrated, and so damn tired.

“Jungkook stop stop!” Hoseok waves his hands in the air, cutting off the music and therefore the
other dancer in the room before waltzing up to Jungkook.

Fortunately there were just three people in the studio, but to Jungkook that felt like two too many.
Another alpha was dancing next to him, the two getting in a little extra practice for a group
performance coming up, but Jungkook was starting to think he should have just stayed home.

“What’s up with you today? Is everything alright?” The elder asks with concern swimming in his
warm brown irises.

The logical part of Jungkook knows the alpha means well, and god does he feel guilty for how
badly he just wants to tell the other to fuck off. Jungkook is angry, completely at his wits end and
Hoseok’s pitiful gaze only makes it worse, like he’s some pathetic alpha that can’t take care of
himself.

“I’m fine,” Jungkook grunts out, doing his best to reign in the quickly building aggression
threatening to rear its ugly head any second.

He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. Jungkook thought giving the omega space would make
things easier, give them both a chance to catch their breath, but for Jungkook it felt physically
painful , his mind and body more confused than it’s ever been.

He wonders if Taehyung is feeling the same thing.

“Well maybe you should call it quits for the day. This won’t get you anywhere,” Hoseok reasons,
talking in a much softer, calmer voice than he normally would, only heightening Jungkook’s
irritation.

“I said I’m fucking fine ,” Jungkook grits out between clenched teeth, his jaw tense and eyes
swirling dangerously with hints of crimson red.

Hoseok takes a step back, giving the young alpha a little bit of space, he’s known Jungkook long
enough to know when to not push him, and right now was one of those times. So with a curt nod he
steps back to music, starting it over so the two students can take their starting positions again.

Jungkook’s blood is practically boiling at this point, he hated the fact two other alphas were seeing
him do this terribly, watching him make countless mistakes when he was typically the best.

Especially Bogum of all people.

The two had always had a rather rocky relationship, constantly arguing over choreography, always
trying to one up each other in solos, pointing out each other’s mistakes whenever possible… The
list goes on.

Normally it wouldn’t be a huge deal, but when the two alpha’s make eye contact in the mirror, a
devilish smirk pulling at Bogum’s lips, Jungkook knows he can’t take much more.

He should have walked out.

The two start the routine over again, Jungkook’s chest already heaving from the anger and
adrenaline rushing through his veins as they work their way through the dance.

Hoseok sits against the back wall, watching with calculating eyes and a relaxed expression that
would have anyone feeling really fucking intimidated.

But Jungkook isn’t focused on that. He tries to quiet his mind, letting the music guide his body into
performing the moves correctly, and it works for a while, but when he completely misses a step
again, throwing off the rest of the choreography, Hoseok stops the music once again.

“Jungkook I really think--” Hoseok starts, the rising pheromones in the room making him
increasingly uncomfortable. He knows Bogum must feel it too and he just prays to god the alpha
doesn’t comment on anything. Hoseok knew how the two could be together.

But apparently that was too much to hope for.

“Damn Jeon, you suck more than usual today,” Bogum jabs, his features looking far too smug and
satisfied.

Hoseok feels it before he sees it, the way the tension in the room triples, Jungkook’s scent
becoming so strong it affects even him, making even other alphas want to turn tail and run.

Jungkook’s eyes blaze a fiery red, his eyes so saturated it almost looks like his eyes were made
completely from blood as he turns his gaze towards Bogum.

The younger alpha is on him in a moment, shoving Bogum roughly against the floor to ceiling
mirrors as a snarl breaks past his lips.

“W-what--” Bogum stutters out, his eyes going wide at the unexpected outburst. He knew
Jungkook was pissed but this?

“You need to learn when to shut your fucking mouth,” Jungkook growls out before pulling the
other forward by his shirt, his slightly elongated claws barely missing the alpha’s skin.

Bogum falls to the ground while a very pissed and very tense Jungkook stands above him, looking
much more intimidating and bigger than he had a minute ago. His muscles bulge, the veins in his
neck and hands standing out against his overheated skin as his body flexes and tenses at the
thought of a fight.
Bogum wants to fight back, wants to challenge the younger, but he can’t bring himself to stand up,
to stand up to Jungkook. Despite them being of the same rank the younger had always had a natural
advantage over other alphas, blessed with the innate trait of being a natural born leader, capable of
a bit more than the typical wolf.

And Bogum can sense this now, so turns his gaze down, unwillingly submitting to the younger.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok's voice breaks through the blind rage clouding Jungkook’s mind, the alpha’s
soft tone actually helping to get through to him for once.

The instructor’s nervous voice snaps the logical side of Jungkook awake, realizing he had actually
just lost control of himself over a simple jab. But everyone knew it was more than that.

“Fuck,” Jungkook sighs, taking a few steps back away from both of the other alphas.

Hoseok looks at him with wide eyes, for the first time in his teaching career a little unsure of what
to do. “It’s okay Jungkook, just calm down,” he tries to soothe, but it really is useless. Nothing
short of sedating the alpha would get him to relax.

Jungkook turns on his heel, muttering out a “I’m sorry” before rushing out of the studio. He
doesn’t even know where he’s headed as he storms across campus, embarrassed and still so damn
conflicted. About what he doesn’t even know.

This couldn’t be about Taehyung. He shouldn’t be reacting so strongly over losing something that
he never even really had. Jungkook knew stuff like this could happen to mated couples, but to him?
None of it makes sense.

But he had to figure it out quickly or he was going to lose his mind.

“God Guk, why are you so slow?” Jimin taps his foot impatiently, arms folded across his chest as
he waits for the alpha to pack up his things. Class had been dismissed several minutes ago yet
somehow Jungkook always managed to be the last one out.

“Fucking hang on,” Jungkook grumbles under his breath, not trying to mask his obvious irritation
at being rushed. The whole two minutes after class was the only time he could pine after Taehyung
without being surrounded by other people. Sue him for wanting to take his time.

“What’s with you lately anyway? I mean you’re normally a sarcastic, hot headed asshole but lately
it’s been extra bad,” Jimin remarks, an eyebrow quirked up in question at his best friend who
throws him an exasperated look.

Jungkook lifts his bag over his shoulder with a sigh, “nothing is wrong.”

“Mhm sure. Even your dancing is off and you even let Bogum nab the solo you wanted! You
didn’t even argue or--”

Jungkook closes his eyes to ground himself, his irritation giving way to anger as Jimin brings up
the situation. Granted no one except Hoseok and Bogum knew what happened, it still pissed him
off to think about how he had lost control.
“Jungkook?” A different voice cuts off Jimin’s lecturing, breaking through the fog in his mind like
a knife through butter. It would never fail to amaze him how Taehyung’s presence could
effortlessly calm him.

Jungkook snaps open his eyes to see Taehyung hesitantly approaching them, throwing Jimin an
apologetic smile before turning to the alpha.

“Would you mind staying back for a minute? I want to talk about your grade,” the omega asks in
that soft silky voice, almost like he was trying to soothe a wild horse.

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, confused at the request. His grade had drastically improved. What
was there to talk about? He almost says no, not trusting himself completely alone with the omega,
but he’s nodding in agreement before his brain can properly form a response.

He waves Jimin off with a quiet “see you later,” before he’s giving the professor his full attention.
“Am I failing again?” Jungkook asks without skipping a beat, just assuming that this must be why
Taehyung needed to speak to him. He can’t imagine why else the omega would want to talk to him
alone.

A small, sad smile pulls at Taehyung’s lips, “no no, you’re actually doing very well. I didn’t
actually want to talk about your grades.”

That piques Jungkook’s interest, his eyes going a little wider at Taehyung’s mysterious words.
“Then… why?”

“Come on--” Taeyung moves towards the door, gesturing for Jungkook to walk with him, “--let’s
talk in my office.”

Jungkook scrunches his eyebrows together, running a hand through his wavy hair before he falls in
step behind Taehyung, mentally preparing himself for whatever the omega was going to talk to
him about.

But nothing could have prepared for this.

“So--” Taehyung starts after the door to his office is shut, seating himself on the edge of his desk,
“--I heard about what happened the other day.”

For a moment Jungkook is confused, not having the slightest idea what Taehyung is talking about,
before it all hits him. He had forgotten him and Hoseok are good friends.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, going for nonchalant as he plops down into a chair in front of Taehyung.

“And what about it?” Jungkook regards the other with a guarded expression, still unsure of where
this was headed.

Taehyung arches an eyebrow, not appreciating how Jungkook seemingly doesn’t think it’s a big
deal. “Oh I don’t know. I just thought attacking a classmate for seemingly no reason is a pretty big
deal,” Taehyung shrugs.

Jungkook’s jaw tenses at the omega’s words, his eyes narrowing at how accusational Taehyung
sounds. He doesn’t even know what really happened. Or more like why .

“I don’t know what you heard but it wasn’t like that,” Jungkook leans forward in his seat, gazing
up at Taehyung leaning against his desk. “The guy had it coming anyway. He’s an asshole.”
Taehyung hums, “well still, according to Hobi-hyung you’ve never done anything like that.You
could have really hurt someone Jungkook!”

“So what, you’ve already decided this is all my fault? That I’m an annoying, stubborn, hot headed
alpha not worth two fucks so it must be all my fault?” Jungkook stands to his full height, unable to
hold back his feelings. He couldn’t even tell what he felt at this point. Angry? Hurt?

Desperate?

“If you’re using this as an excuse to tell me to fuck off once and for all don’t even bother. I’ve got
the message loud and clear at this point you don’t have to worry about me bothering you
anymore.” Jungkook’s chest heaves with the force of his breaths, the words spilling from his
mouth against his own volition.

Taehyung’s eyes go wide, the outburst and hurt evident in the alpha’s words taking him off guard.
“Jungkook no, that isn’t what I was saying. I’m not blaming you I’m trying to help--”

“Well you’re not helping Taehyung! Seeing you--talking to you just makes it worse. You’re all I
think about as it is and it’s messing with my head! That’s why I was doing so shitty during practice
and lost my temper with that guy,” Jungkook finishes, his voice coming out a little weaker at the
end of his rant.

The words shock Taehyung, making his heart flip in his chest as his breathing comes out a little
harder. For the first time since meeting the young alpha Taehyung realizes how sensitive Jungkook
is. How his shoulders sag after his outburst, so different from his usual tall stance. How the playful
glint in his eyes that Taehyung always secretly loved seeing is gone, replaced with defeat.

Taehyung was drawn to the alpha the first time they locked eyes, that first time Jungkook waltzed
into class late like he owned the place. And god, it pissed Taehyung off but now he realizes how
much he had grown to care for the younger.

“I-I thought you didn’t actually have feelings for me,” Taehyung whispers into the air between
them. “I honestly just thought you were trying to mess with me and get a good fuck or something,”
Taehyung chuckles sadly to himself, like his own feelings are a joke that shouldn’t be taken
seriously.

Jungkook’s eyes snap up at the omega’s words, “it might have been like that at the beginning but--
fuck its so much more now. I’ve never felt like this,” Jungkook admits, figuring that at this point
he doesn’t have much to lose.

“But what about that girl, you gave her your number like it was nothing--”

Jungkook steps a little closer, still leaving some space between them but wanting Taehyung to see
how much he meant his next words. “I was being a fucking idiot. I thought maybe it would get you
to make a move or something but that wasn’t fair at all.” Jungkook steps closer again, slowly
closing the distance between them. “I’m so sorry, Tae,” he whispers the words into the thick air
between them, his words ghosting over Taehyung’s skin like a gentle kiss.

Taehyung lifts his gaze to meet Jungkook’s, his gentle eyes wide and vulnerable, so unlike the
guarded expression that typically inhabited Taehyung’s features.

“I don’t want you to stop,” Taehyung whispers, the words coming out like a quiet plea.

Jungkook cocks his head minutely, unsure of what the omega was asking of him. “You don’t want
me to stop what?”
A small exhale parts Taehyung’s plush, pink lips, his breath puffing out across Jungkook’s cheek.
They’re so close…

“I don’t want you to stop bothering me,” Taehyung uses Jungkook’s words from earlier.

The omega leans up from his sitting position on the desk, finally bringing their faces within inches
of each other. “I love all the little gifts you give me. I swear it’s what got me through the day
sometimes,” Taehyung lightly chuckles, regarding Jungkook with a content smile on his face. “I
love how you sometimes stay after class and walk me to my office, it makes me feel so cared for.
You make me feel so cared for--”

Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat as the sweet reassurances fall from Taehyung’s lips, slowly
erasing the doubt that had been eating him alive.

“--and god, when you look at me with those red eyes, it makes me want to give you everything
Guk,” the nickname falls from Taehyung’s lips seamlessly. The name sounds so good, so right
coming from the omega’s pretty mouth.

Jungkook doesn’t wait to hear the rest of Taehyung’s speech, his body already vibrating with the
need to pull the omega closer, to feel his lips against his like he had been wanting for the longest
time.

Jungkook weaves an arm around Taehyung’s slim waist, tugging the other forward until they’re
chest to chest, bodies flushed together before Jungkook takes the omega’s bottom lip between his
own, a low hum reverberating in his throat at the feeling.

Taehyung mewls into the kiss, his inner wolf finally satiated after fighting against his instincts for
so long. It feels like a release for both of them, their bodies naturally finding a rhythm as they
deepen the kiss.

Jungkook tilts Taehyung’s jaw, licking at the seam of the omega’s lips for sinking his tongue into
the wet heat of Taehyung’s mouth. A low growl bubbles up in Jungkook’s chest at the feeling of
finally tasting Taehyung, at finally being able to lick and lap at the other’s mouth without having
to hold back. Everything feels so good, so heightened from their intermingling scents filling the air,
from the sounds falling from both of their mouths as the kiss quickly gets more heated.

Taehyung throws his head back in pleasure when a particularly loud growl rips past the young
alpha’s lips, making him want to bare his neck to the other, to give him access to his most
vulnerable spot.

Jungkook smirks as he takes in the picture of the omega presenting his neck to him, Taehyung’s
eyes fluttered shut and breathing ragged as Jungkook takes his time nosing along the column of his
neck, lightly sucking and biting marks before he buries his face in the junction of Taehyung’s neck
and shoulder, taking in a deep breath of the omega’s intoxicating scent.

“Your scent is fucking amazing,” Jungkook mumbles into the omega’s neck, his hands tightening
around Taehyung’s lower back as he mouths at the spot where his scent glands are located.

Taehyung keens under Jungkook’s touch, his back arching against the alpha as he struggles to
formulate a response, the feeling of the alpha’s mouth so close to that spot making his mind cloud
with pleasure.

“I-I couldn’t hide how excited I was when you were around,” Taehyung whimpers, the words
making a blush travel up his neck.
The confession pulls a smirk from the alpha, his pride inflating at the quiet words. “Oh, I noticed,”
Jungkook quips before pressing open mouthed kisses along Taehyung’s jaw. “You just couldn’t
control yourself, huh pup?”

The pet name has a shiver wracking Taehyung’s lithe body, the force of it making Jungkook have
to hold him still.

“Aw you like that baby?” Jungkook asks in a satisfied tone.

When Taehyung can only weakly nod yes Jungkook presses a much too sweet kiss to his lips,
peppering the omega in a little kisses all over his face. “You just can’t stop shaking can you?”

“N-no,” Taehyung stutters out, draping his arms over Jungkook’s shoulders lazily. “You’re just so
strong--it’s so overwhelming,” Taehyung whines, his eyes closed against the alpha’s onslaught of
kisses.

Jungkook shouldn’t really be surprised, it was typical for omega’s to react strongly to alpha’s
especially stronger than average ones like Jungkook, but it didn’t fail to amaze him just how
sensitive Taehyung is. How the omega can’t control his body, or the whines that constantly fall
from his mouth, only spurring Jungkook on to claim more of him.

Jungkook has to calm himself down when he feels Taehyung jut his hips forward, probably more
on instinct than anything, but god is it hard when he finally has what he’s wanted for so long right
in front of him, willing and pliant.

But now isn’t the time.

“Tae,” Jungkook rumbles, using his low voice to get the omega’s attention despite his clouded
mind.

Taehyung slowly opens his eyes, revealing that sparkling blue that has Jungkook’s abdomen
tightening up all over again.

“Pup, we gotta stop,” Jungkook coos, trying to convince himself just as much as Taehyung.

A soft whimper leaves Taehyung’s lips at his words, tightening his arms around Jungkook’s neck.
“I don’t want you to go.”

God, the quiet request makes Jungkook’s heart practically melt on the spot. “I don’t have to go yet,
baby,” Jungkook reassures the omega with a kiss on his lips. “We just have to slow down or I’m
gonna lose control and claim your pretty ass on this desk.”

Taehyung shutters against Jungkook once again, unable to help the arousal that permeates his scent
at the idea.

But no, he knows that can’t happen right now.

So he lets his arms fall from Jungkook’s neck, a pout settling on his red, spit slicked lips.

“I know I’m sorry, I lost myself for a second,” Taehyung apologizes, looking a little embarrassed
as his mind starts to clear up.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, “don’t apologize Tae. You’re so perfect, everything I want,” Jungkook
reassures, making sure the omega knows how much Jungkook cares for him.
A small smile pulls at Taehyung’s lips at the sweet reassurances, his heart reaching a normal pace
as the tension in the room lightens.

Before another thought hits him.

“Jungkook, no one can know about us. At least for right now, until the semester is over and I’m not
your professor anymore.” An anxious look settles over Taehyung’s features at the thought of
people finding out. The last thing he wanted was to lose the career he had worked so hard for.

Jungkook notices the anxiety lacing Taehyung’s scent, immediately wanting to soothe the omega.
“No, I know. No one will find out I promise,” Jungkook agrees, realizing how big of a risk this is
for Taehyung, but he would never let anything bad happen to the other.

Jungkook’s words seem to calm the omega, that and his scent when Taehyung buries his face in
the alpha’s neck, letting his scent wash away all of his worries.

The both of them know it’s not perfect, that they’re taking a huge risk being together at all, much
less dating. But they couldn’t ignore the longing between them, how effortlessly they molded
together.

It’s worth the risk.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me. Get dressed we’re going out,” Jimin states flatly, standing outside the door to
Jungkook’s apartment with his arms folded resolutely in front of him.

Jungkook looks the other up and down, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he takes in Jimin’s
exposed chest and ripped jeans. “You do realize it’s Thursday and not Friday, right?”

The shorter omega rolls his eyes dramatically, a grunt escaping his lips. Why is Jungkook always so
fucking difficult?

“Yes I’m well aware. We aren’t going to get shitfaced. I just feel like having some fun,” Jimin
explains, knowing the younger wasn’t leaving his apartment without some convincing. “Besides,
we’re excused from everything tomorrow for that field trip so there’s nothing to worry about.”

Jungkook regards the other with a straight face, not at all feeling like going out but if he really
thinks about it, he doesn’t remember the last time he and Jimin hung out for fun.

“Fine,” Jungkook grunts out before turning to walk further into the apartment, heading for his huge
walk-in closet filled with name brand sweats.

“Yes!” Jimin cheers, his eyes forming crescents from the big smile pulling at his plush lips. “We
haven’t been clubbing in forever this will be so fun!”

A small smile pulls at Jungkook’s lips, the other’s excitement almost palpable as he searches for
something semi-decent to wear.

He makes a grab for a plain black t-shirt, not really caring what he looks like considering the one
person he actually cared about impressing wasn’t going to be there.
“Um no, put that back.” Jimin snatches the item out of his hand, brushing past Jungkook to search
through the alpha’s clothes himself. “How do you plan on picking anybody up when you look so
plain?” Jimin questions, not really expecting an answer.

“Because I don’t plan on picking anybody up,” Jungkook mumbles to himself, thoughts of
Taehyung filling his mind at the thought of being with someone. All he wants is Taehyung.

Jimin turns to the alpha with a concerned expression, “are you feeling alright? Why not?”

“Just ‘cause,” Jungkook answers with a lazy wave of his hand, hoping his best friend doesn’t press
any further.

“Damn, and here I was thinking you’ve been in a terrible mood lately ‘cause you’re horny or
something.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, a mock laugh leaving his lips. “Very funny.”

“It’s true.”

“No it’s not.”

The two bicker playfully as Jungkook gets ready, throwing on the tight black jeans and grey satin
shirt Jimin had thrown at him before he ruffles his hair, leaving it in loose waves.

“Damn you’re a sexy alpha,” Jimin wolf whistles, appreciating his hard work.

Jungkook smirks, knowing for a fact the words are true. “Oh, I know.”

The two hop onto the elevator to make their way to the car, only to be greeted by Yoongi dozing
off in the driver seat.

“Hyung, what are you doing?” Jungkook questions, surprised that the other was even here.

“I was taking a nap. You two took five fucking years to get down here,” Yoongi answers in a
gravely voice before throwing the car into reverse.

“Oh I forgot to tell you,” Jimin smiles at Jungkook sweetly, “Yoongi-hyung is coming!”

Jungkook scoffs, not at all bothered but finding it funny somehow Jimin forgot to mention that bit.

Not 20 minutes later they’re pulling up outside of one of the brightly lit up clubs in downtown
Seoul, the music loud to Jungkook’s sensitive ears and the scents overwhelming.

Being in crowds wasn’t really Jungkook’s favorite, he really only did it when he was looking for a
good time--or a good fuck, but now that he doesn’t want or need either everything overwhelms
him. The scents of hundreds of alphas, betas, and omegas alike cloud his senses, giving him a
slight headache before they’ve even been there ten minutes.

“Guk, you wanna dance?” Jimin offers over the loud music, holding his cocktail in one hand and
Yoongi’s arm in the other.

Jungkook shakes his head, content to sit here and nurse the bourbon in his hand and people watch.
That’s about all there was to do anyway.

The couple take off without another word, and Jungkook watches as they dance in each other’s
arms, laughing and giggling into kisses as they bask in each other’s company. The sight makes
Jungkook’s chest ache oddly, the tight feeling only adding to his discomfort already.

As his gaze travels over the crowd, for the first time Jungkook notices just how many couples are
here, having fun together while he sits alone, missing the one person he wants to be with. Jungkook
can’t help but think of Taehyung, how much fun he would have if the omega was here. He’s sure
Taehyung was a good dancer. Jungkook could imagine his slim body twisting and turning
perfectly to the music in his grasp, captivating Jungkook effortlessly like he always does.

God, he misses the omega even though it’s been a whole eight hours since he saw him. He was
turning into the type of wolf he used to mock.

“This seat taken?” A cute omega boy sidles up beside Jungkook, resting a hand on the vacant stool
next to him.

Oh god here we go.

“No, it’s open.” Jungkook raises the glass in his hand to take another sip of the golden liquid,
praying that the boy gets the message and leaves him alone. He doesn’t even look old enough to be
in the place.

“So--” the omega starts, turning his body to face Jungkook, “--are you all alone?”

Jungkook closes his eyes as he takes a deep, steadying breath, really not in the mood to be polite
and entertain the kid, but he couldn’t just snap at the other so he opts for sucking up and putting a
fake smile on his face.

“No, my friends are nearby,” Jungkook answers simply before turning his attention back to his
drink.

Please leave me alone please leave me--

“My drink is all out. Do you wanna buy me another?” The boy inches a little closer, testing the
waters to see how the alpha is going to respond. Jungkook gets a whiff of the other’s scent, the
overly fruity smell making his headache intensify.

Jungkook turns to the boy, opening his mouth to essentially tell the other to fuck off when he feels
a hand rest on his shoulder from behind before a face is buried in his neck, scenting him right in
front of the omega.

Taehyung.

Jungkook unintentionally groans at the feeling of Taehyung burying his face in his neck, rubbing
his nose over Jungkook’s strong scent glands before leaning up to face the other omega.

“Sorry, did I interrupt?” Taehyung questions as Jungkook turns in his seat to face him, wrapping an
arm around the omega’s waist to pull Taehyung between his parted legs.

Jungkook apparently loses all verbal function because all he can do is bury his face in Taehyung’s
chest, not at all minding the other’s slightly sweaty skin as that scent he loves so much clears away
his building headache.

Jungkook takes a few deep breaths, contentment washing over him as his previous ire is replaced
with bliss. When the alpha feels long fingers scratch at his scalp he growls lowly against the
omega’s exposed sternum, the red satin shirt falling open as he presses sweet kisses along his damp
skin.
“Tae,” Jungkook breathes out, lifting his head to actually look at the elder. He notices the boy is
gone from the seat next to him, really having no idea when that happened.

“You looked like you needed some saving,” Taehyung chuckles, still scratching at the alpha’s head
lightly. He likes hearing the low rumbles that fall from Jungkook’s lips at the gesture.

Jungkook hugs Taehyung closer, pulling the omega further between his thighs. “Wow, what gave it
away?” Jungkook quips back, admiring how the lights of the club play across Taehyung’s angelic
features.

“Oh, just the scowl on your face and your scent smelled like you were about to attack the poor
kid.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, he hadn’t even realized. “I wouldn’t have done anything I swear.”

Taehyung softly smiles down at the alpha, “I know Guk, it’s okay.”

The other’s words have Jungkook instantly relaxing, any tension he felt long gone. Suddenly he’s
very happy Jimin talked him into coming.

He would have to thank him later.

“So,” the omega’s words cut into Jungkook's thoughts, “what are you doing at a club on a school
night?”

Oh right, Taehyung is still his professor.

Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at the other, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Taehyung hums, pursing his lips at the question being turned around on him. “Hobi-hyung wanted
to get out for a bit,” he answers with a shrug, noting how the alpha’s eyes darken minutely.

“You two sure spend a lot of time together, huh?” Jungkook can’t help the possessiveness that
streaks through him. When he focuses he can vaguely smell the other alpha’s faint citrusy scent on
Taehyung.

He doesn’t like it at all.

“Don’t get all jealous. Me and Hobi-hyung are friends just like you and Jimin are,” Taehyung
reasons, an all too knowing smirk decorating his features.

Jungkook grumbles to himself, knowing that Taehyung is right, but still, he couldn’t help his
instincts going haywire at the thought. So he stands to his feet, his body encompassing Taehyung’s
as he wraps his arms around the omega, properly scenting him for the first time.

Taehyung goes pliant in his arms as Jungkook nuzzles into his neck, pressing gentle kisses to the
junction of his neck and shoulder as he takes in deep breaths.

Taehyung’s nails dig into the younger’s broad back, no doubt leaving little crescent shaped marks
as he tries to hold his own body weight up. Something about the alpha just made him lose
complete control of his body, either shaking violently under Jungkook’s touches or not being able
to move at all.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung gasps out, a shiver wracking his body as Jungkook presses a kiss to his
throat, “there are people around.”
The alpha hums, raising his head to reveal red eyes scanning the crowd around them. He bristles at
the thought of people seeing Taehyung vulnerable, seeing him how only Jungkook should get to
see him.

“Follow me.” Jungkook grips the omega’s hand tightly, weaving in and out of the crowd as he
makes his way towards the exit, wanting to escape the stench of mingling scents.

They burst into the chilly night air, a small shiver shooting up Taehyung’s spine when the cold air
easily slips past the thin material of his red shirt, making goosebumps erupt over his smooth skin.

Jungkook pulls the omega around the corner of the building before caging Taehyung’s body in
against a brick wall, their hot breaths intermingling as the alpha doesn’t waste any time in closing
the distance between them.

Jungkook darts out his tongue to push past Taehyung’s lips, too impatient to take things at a slower
pace. He licks into the omega’s mouth, reveling in the feeling of their tongues sliding together,
pulling soft whines from the man beneath him.

Jungkook steps closer, noticing the small shivers that wrack Taehyung’s body, whether it’s from
the cold or his touch he doesn’t know. But it doesn’t matter when he lets his hands travel further
down, past the dip of Taehyung’s back to his round ass. Jungkook squeezes the flesh teasingly, a
low growl leaving his lips when the omega responds with a weak mewl.

“You like that, pup?” Jungkook rumbles into Taehyung’s ear, nibbling lightly on the soft skin there
as Taehyung digs his nails further into Jungkook’s back.

The alpha groans at the feeling, his muscles rippling under the prick of Taehyung’s slightly
elongated nails digging into his back.

Taehyung lifts his head to look at the younger, his eyes shining an icy blue that made it feel like he
could see straight into your soul. And that’s exactly what Jungkook feels as he gazes into the pools
of crystal blue, his breathing picking up and gaze darkening at the strong reaction from the omega.

When the elder doesn’t answer, too caught up in the overwhelming feeling of Jungkook’s hands
kneading his ass, a satisfied smirk plays across Jungkook’s features, his ego doubling at the fucked
out expression on Taehyung’s face.

And they’d barely gotten started.

Jungkook nuzzles against Taehyung’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way around to
the omega’s other ear. “I asked you a question,” Jungkook whispers the words into Taehyung’s ear,
punctuating his words with a bite to the omega’s soft lobe.

Taehyung gasps at the feeling, struggling to form a coherent sentence under the alpha’s
ministrations. If he wasn’t so high off of the pheromones permeating the air between them, off of
Jungkook’s impossibly strong musky scent, then maybe he would actually be a little embarrassed.
But right now he honestly doesn’t care that instead of responding he just moans loudly, prompting
the alpha to quickly cover his mouth with his own to swallow down the sound.

Jungkook presses Taehyung further against the wall, their bodies flush together as they quickly
lose themselves in each other. Jungkook swallows the many moans that pour from Taehyung’s
mouth unabashedly, loving the sounds but only getting more riled up at the thought of anyone else
hearing the omega.

“You need to be quiet, pup. The whole damn street can probably hear how good I’m making you
feel,” Jungkook mumbles between heated kisses.

Taehyung throws his head back as Jungkook dips lower, sucking marks along his partially exposed
chest. “I-I can’t,” Taehyung chokes out, biting his lower lip harshly to keep another sound from
escaping.

Jungkook hums, “yeah? You want everyone to hear the pretty sounds you make for me? How you
call my name?”

“A-alpha,” Taehyung weakly mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut from how overwhelming
everything is, how intense Jungkook is. He had been with his fair share of people, one or two he
even loved, but Jungkook was so different, made him feel so different from what he’s felt before.

Jungkook’s eyes darken until they look almost black, the only color sparks of red flicking across
his eyes like dying embers. Hearing the other call him that made every fiber of his being light on
fire, his instincts heightening and focusing on the omega in front of him.

His omega.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook coos, pressing himself to Taehyung’s squirming body.

He takes the other in, every detail of Taehyung’s flushed skin and fluttering eyelashes to his bitten
lips and pretty marks decorating his collar bones. He’s perfect, always so fucking perfect for
Jungkook.

The alpha opens his mouth to ask Taehyung to come home with him, at this point he was willing to
beg to keep the omega close to him. All he wanted to do, all his instincts told him to do was to take
care of the other, and that’s what Jungkook intended on doing for the needy omega under him.

That is, until a shrill ring breaks through the tension filled air, shattering the bubble that the two
had gotten so wrapped up in.

Taehyung jumps at the noise, his disoriented mind taking a moment to figure out it was coming
from his pocket.

“Fuck, I gotta go.” Taehyung presses his hands against Jungkook’s chest, not at all wanting to
leave but knowing hell would break loose if he was caught with the younger.

Jungkook doesn’t budge an inch. “Don’t leave. Let it ring.”

A soft exhale escapes Taehyung, a small smile pulling at his lips. “I have to, Guk. It’s Hobi
wondering where I am.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow at the words, the thought of Taehyung leaving with another alpha,
even though it’s just a friend, not sitting well with him considering the high of hormones he’s on.

“Don’t go.”

Taehyung presses a kiss to his lips, gently nibbling on the younger’s bottom lip before pulling
away. “I’m sorry, I have to. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jungkook doesn’t have much of a choice in letting him go, despite how his instincts scream at him
to keep the omega close, but he knows he can’t do that. Not with the fact that Taehyung is still his
professor. They couldn’t risk being caught together.
 But it’s okay. All Jungkook had to do was make it to the end of the semester, then he could finally
quit sneaking around with Taehyung in the shadows.

As Jungkook watches the omega walk away, keeping a vigilant watch to make sure Taehyung
makes it back safely, he thinks he’s never been so excited for a semester to end.

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Taehyung slowly blinks his eyes open against the soft light shining through his bedroom window,
his eyelids heavy and vision blurry as he struggles to sit up in bed. He rubs at his tired eyes with
balled up fists, willing himself to actually get out of bed, which seems so much more difficult
today than usual. Taehyung wouldn’t exactly call himself a morning person, but it was never this
hard to get up.

He throws his legs over the side of the bed, moving to stand up with a tired yawn when a sharp
stabbing pain in his abdomen has him doubling over.

“Fuck,” Taehyung gasps out, wrapping his arms around his torso as he squeezes his eyes shut
against the pain stabbing at his gut. Taehyung just stands there for a minute, his breathing coming
out ragged as he waits for the aching to simmer down.

“I better not be sick,” Taehyung mutters under his breath as he wobbles down the hall to the
kitchen, stretching to reach a bottle of painkillers he has stored in the cabinet. He gets on his tippy
toes, arm outstretched towards the high shelf when another streak of pain stabs at his abdomen,
making his whole body feel like it's on fire.

Taehyung chokes on the air in his lungs, bracing himself with his free hand against the counter as
he tries to stay standing. He had no idea what the fuck was happening. This was so out of nowhere.
For a second he thinks maybe his heat had started? But this felt too painful, too abrupt. Plus his
heat wasn’t due for at least another week or so.

He must be sick.

So he gets down the bottle medicine, popping open the lid and taking the highest amount
recommended before getting ready for his day. A part of Taehyung knows something is wrong,
knows he shouldn’t ignore the dull throb of pain still evident in his body even after the meds have
kicked in, but he didn’t plan on missing any school just for a stomach ache.

So at 8 AM sharp, he rolls up in the staff parking lot of the university, struggling to carry in his
heavy bag as he hunches over to try and minimize his own discomfort.

Taehyung goes throughout the day like that, struggling through class after class and at one point
even feeling like he was about to pass out before finally dismissing the lecture early. At this point
he knows he needs to go home, knows that something is very wrong but he can’t bring himself to,
not when he thinks about the fact he only had one more class to get through, and that one class
happened to be the one he had been looking forward to all day.

Taehyung feels like he has to see Jungkook, like he needs to be near the alpha, even if it was just in
the classroom. It was typical for thoughts of the alpha to occupy his head, making his days flit by
in a daydream of red eyes and strong muscles, but today it's multiplied times a hundred. As the day
goes on the throbbing in Taehyung’s stomach spreads throughout his body, his mind beginning to
get more and more clouded as he slips into a weird headspace, only thinking about Jungkook.

He really should have known what was wrong, that it wasn’t just some fall cold, but by the time
he’s able to think clearly enough to recognize what’s happening, it’s too late.

Taehyung gets to the classroom before anyone else is there, giving himself plenty of time to set up
the projector and sit in front of the sunlit windows, letting the warmth comfort his body minutely.
But the comfort doesn’t last long.

His body gets restless quickly, somehow making him feel like he can’t sit still while
simultaneously feeling like he could pass out at any moment. Taehyung just hopes Jungkook will
show up before anyone else, that he’ll be able to just talk to the alpha alone for a moment, but of
course, Taehyung has no such luck.

When the time for class to start arrives and Jungkook still hasn’t shown, Taehyung starts the
lecture with a resigned sigh, the disappointment having an almost devastating effect on his mind.

Taehyung turns his gaze to the full lecture hall, his usual confidence and vigor over teaching
completely gone as he somehow feels vulnerable. He feels completely exposed like this, the eyes of
so many alphas, betas, and omegas resting on him as he struggles to think clearly.

Where is Jungkook? Taehyung practically pleads inside his head, willing himself to power through
the odd feelings and physical pain that’s distracting him.

“O-okay, so today we’re just going to continue to cover the art pertaining to the French Revolution
in--”

The sound of a door opening cuts off Taehyung’s sentence, and the scent that follows the sound
has him gasping with relief.

Jungkook makes his way down the aisle of desks, his eyes wide in a silent apology as he quickly
takes his place directly in front of Taehyung, mouthing out an “I’m sorry.”

Normally Taehyung would have made a comment, even after they were together Taehyung
wouldn’t hesitate to call out Jungkook every time he walked into class late. After all, it usually paid
off when Jungkook would press him against his office door after class, kissing him deeply as he
mumbled about how mouthy Taehyung is.

Taehyung takes in a deep breath when Jungkook is seated, finally able to get a much better sniff of
the intense scent that seems to instantly calm the throbbing pain in his body, turning it into more of
a dull ache.

Relief floods Taehyung’s system, thinking that he is finally out of the clear as his body and mind
seem to clear up. So he keeps going, diving into the subject with a plethora of slides that distract
him from the fact that every alpha’s gaze was trained on him.

And not because of the amazing explanations he was providing about the rise of Neoclassicism.
Jungkook eyebrows furrow as he listens to Taehyung go on and on, talking as if it was a race to
finish the lecture. But what really gets his attention is how ragged the omega’s breathing is, how
his body seems to shiver once in a while despite the sheen of sweat covering his oddly pale skin.
He knows something is wrong, the minute he walked in Taehyung felt off, his scent laced with a
hint of bitterness from something bothering the omega.

But Jungkook couldn’t do anything about it, not in front of the class, not in the middle of
Taehyung’s lecture. So he keeps quiet, but his eyes don’t leave the omega for a moment.

Taehyung can practically feel Jungkook’s intense gaze on him, the younger’s eyes never leaving
his form even as he paces back and forth as he talks, looking slightly insane to his students as he
begins to ramble.

The relief that Taehyung had felt at first quickly gives way to dread throughout the course of the
lecture, because every time his eyes meet Jungkook’s, every time he steps close enough to inhale
the younger’s heady scent, the throbbing in his gut moves lower and lower, until he’s suppressing a
groan from the pain in his lower abdomen.

Fuck, Taehyung curses to himself.

His heat is starting.

Taehyung should have known, should have realized why he felt so off. But this heat felt so
different from what he was used to. Normally it was the typical ache of needing something inside
of him along with the nesting and neediness, but this? Taehyung had never felt so much pain, it had
never been so dragged out and messed with his mind and body so much. But it didn’t matter now,
he had to get out of here before he was a whining mess in front of everybody.

Taehyung stops pacing, unable to help holding his stomach with a hand as he pants through the
pain. At this point the entire class is watching with wide eyes, unsure of what was going on.

“All of you--” Taehyung gasps, squeezing his eyes shut against the growing discomfort, “all of you
can leave. We’ll pick this up later.”

Taehyung is immediately greeted with the sound of bags zipping and people literally running out of
the class, uncaring of what was going on.

Jungkook watches the scene unfold with wide eyes, at first thinking Taehyung was sick or maybe
upset, but that thought is quickly wiped away when the omega meets his eyes, the desperation
swimming in his irises telling Jungkook everything he needs to know.

Taehyung is going into heat.

Jungkook bristles at the thought of Taehyung being surrounded by so many people, seen by other
wolves in such a vulnerable state, but he sits still, doing his best to keep his instincts under control
as he waits for the class to filter out of the room.

Jungkook sits with his nails digging into the edge of his desk, his eyes boring into Taehyung who’s
getting needier by the second. His body starts to react to the omega’s intensifying scent, to the
pheromones he’s starting to give off involuntarily. It clouds Jungkook’s mind, making a growl
bubble up in his throat as he watches Taehyung shake from the pain coursing through his body.

“Guk! Are you coming?!” Jimin yells from the entrance, waiting for Jungkook to pack up his
things and leave.
Thankfully Jimin was far enough away to not be able to smell the omega in heat, only curious as to
why Jungkook was still sitting in his seat.

“No, Taehyung-ssi is sick so I’m gonna help him to the health center!” Jungkook answers, hoping
that Jimin drops it.

“Oh, that’s nice of you. Maybe I can--”

“No it’s okay,” Jungkook cuts off the shorter omega, already standing up from his seat. “It’s not
that bad I got it. I’ll see you later.” Jungkook doesn’t offer any room for negotiation, and thank god
Jimin buys it, saying bye with a shrug as he waltzes out of the classroom.

Jungkook watches the door close behind the other, time feeling like it’s moving in slow motion as
he impatiently waits for the coast to be clear. And when he hears the lock click shut, Jungkook
practically sprints to Taehyung’s side.

Taehyung is so wrapped up in his own headspace he barely registers the exchange between the two
friends, only focusing on his breathing as the familiar ache and need of his heat start to wave over
his body.

But then he feels large hands wrap around his arms, pulling him from his sitting position with ease
against a hard, strong body. Taehyung gasps at the sudden movement, his weak legs nearly giving
out underneath him before Jungkook weaves an arm around his waist, holding his quivering body
against his as he buries his face in Taehyung’s neck.

“Tae,” Jungkook growls out possessively, taking a deep breath of the omega’s strong, hormone
heavy scent. It’s enough to have Jungkook going wild with lust and his gut curling with
protectiveness, only wanting to hide the omega away and claim him as his own.

“Why the fuck would you be out in public like this?” Jungkook rumbles, not at all pleased at the
thought of the other alpha’s in the class being able to smell Taehyung’s impending heat.

Taehyung can only whimper, his blunt nails scratching at Jungkook’s shoulder blades as he tries to
press himself closer. “I-I didn’t know it was coming,” he quietly whines, his eyes watering at the
thought of Jungkook being angry with him.

“Shhh it’s okay,” Jungkook coos, reigning in the roughness in his voice. He knew he had to be
gentle with Taehyung at a time like this, the omega undoubtedly feeling vulnerable and
uncomfortable.

Taehyung nuzzles his face into the junction of Jungkook’s neck and shoulder, wiggling to get
closer as he basks in the body heat of the alpha. He takes deep steadying breaths, Jungkook’s scent
once again helping to calm down the hormones running rampant through his body.

Jungkook runs his hands over Taehyung’s back, stopping here and there to rub soothing circles into
the tense muscles as he places gentle kisses across the omega’s shoulder. “Pup, let me take you
home, let me take care of you,” Jungkook mumbles as he moves to press open-mouthed kisses
against Taehyung’s neck, running his tongue over the pulsing vein there.

Taehyung mewls at the feeling of the alpha’s hot mouth on his neck, pulling shivers and weak
moans from his lips as he turns his head to the side to give the younger better access. He wants
nothing more than to let Jungkook take care of him during his heat. He knows the alpha would
give him everything he needs and more, but a small human part of Taehyung doesn’t want it to
happen like this.
“N-no,” Taehyung chokes out, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes as his instincts scream at
him to give in. “I d-don’t want our first time to be ‘cause of my heat.”

A growl bubbles up in Jungkook’s throat, the thought of leaving the omega alone in such a state
seeming absolutely ridiculous to him. He couldn’t leave Taehyung in so much pain, whining and
needy for him, barely able to hold himself up.

Jungkook stops his ministrations, earning a sad whimper from Taehyung’s lips as he leans up to
meet the other’s watery gaze. “I can’t leave you like this,” Jungkook tightens his hold on
Taehyung, making sure the elder feels safe and secure in his strong arms, “you’re my omega,
Taehyung.”

“Gukkie,” Taehyung pants, the aching in his abdomen slowly starting to morph into arousal at the
alpha’s words, making his inner omega quiver and only want to submit. Taehyung blinks up at
Jungkook, seriously considering just giving in and letting the younger take care of everything.

But then Taehyung remembers how hazy his heats always are, just like they were for any omega
really. The days blurred by in a mess of sweat and slick that had him barely able to remember what
the fuck happened.

And for some reason, Taehyung had a feeling this heat was going to be even worse.

He didn’t want to barely be able to remember his first time with Jungkook, he didn’t want to be so
fucked out of his mind everything the alpha did was a haze to him. So he musters his last bit of
willpower, pressing his hands flat against Jungkook’s broad chest, “no, not like this. N-not yet.”

Jungkook hesitates in letting Taehyung go, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes darkening as he
slowly relaxes his hold on the elder. He hates that Taehyung is keeping him away, keeping him
from taking care of him and easing him of the discomfort he knows the other is going to be in over
the next few days. But he would never force Taehyung into anything so he gently lets him go with
a disgruntled sigh, suddenly feeling defeated and already missing the other’s body heat. The next
few school days would be hell to get through without Taehyung there to give him secret kisses and
shy smiles.

“Please call me if you change your mind,” Jungkook pleads before pulling Taehyung in for a hard
kiss, not holding back as he licks past the omega’s parted lips, savoring the intensely sweet taste.
After all, he wouldn’t get it again for a few days.

They pull apart with a pop, the heated kiss making Taehyung even weaker in the knees as he turns
to collect his things to head home.

“I will if it gets too bad,” Taehyung reassures the worried alpha, which seems to calm Jungkook a
little bit.

Taehyung hears some rustling behind him as he slings his bag over his shoulder, biting his lip to
hold back a wince at the added weight on his sensitive body.

Jungkook digs through his book bag like a madman, mumbling to himself as he practically rips
open the zipper before pulling out a black t-shirt triumphantly.

“Take this,” Jungkook holds out the cloth to Taehyung, “it’ll help a little bit.”

Taehyung reaches out, wrapping his slim fingers around the garment before bringing it to his nose,
his eyelashes fanning across his cheeks as the omega closes his eyes at the scent hitting his senses.
It smells so strongly of the alpha, the scent making him lightheaded in the best possible way. His
eyes flutter back open to meet Jungkook’s penetrating gaze, the alpha obviously pleased at his
reaction.

“Get going before it gets worse,” Jungkook nods towards the door, wanting Taehyung to leave
because every minute longer he spends with him makes it that much harder to let him go.
Especially on a campus filled with other wolves.

Taehyung nods dazedly, pressing a chaste kiss to Jungkook’s lips before walking as quickly as he
can manage out of the lecture hall.

He thinks about the alpha all the way home, having to brake hard a couple of times as his mind
struggles to focus on the road. But before long he’s safely home and in his bed, face buried in the
shirt Jungkook had given him as slick drips down his legs, his body aching for a release.

Taehyung does his best to relieve the ache, doing everything he would normally do for his heats,
but somehow it doesn’t work like it usually does. Even after he comes over and over again around
the toy that’s a pathetic replacement for what he really wants, his body doesn’t relax and the pain
barely subsides.

Every hour that passes by Taehyung eyes his phone sitting on the bedside table, so easily in reach,
making it so simple to call Jungkook to come take care of him, but he holds out. Taehyung holds
out until he’s out of pain meds and so exhausted he can barely get up from his bed, all logic gone
from his mind as he whines for his alpha.

He needs Jungkook.

Jungkook blinks up at the grey ceiling overhead, his eyelids hooded and hair spread out around his
head as he just lays there, doing absolutely nothing. He couldn’t bring himself to get up and do
anything. His thoughts have been filled with nothing but Taehyung the past three days, thoughts of
the omega going through his heat alone turning his head into a jumbled mess.

The thought stabs at Jungkook’s alpha pride just a little bit. He wanted to take care of Taehyung,
wanted to prove to the elder that he could take care of him despite the age difference. The thought
of Taehyung in pain, crying Jungkook’s name alone makes his chest tighten unpleasantly. But he
promised he’d stay away until Taehyung called, so that’s what he’ll do.

Well, that’s what he tried to do anyway, but after three days of pent up frustration and worry eating
at his nerves, Jungkook has finally had enough.

His heat is probably almost over anyway , he reasons with himself, justifying the fact his phone is
already in hand, ready to call Taehyung.

Before Jungkook can question himself the tone is ringing over the line, going off several times
without an answer. Jungkook is about to hang up with a scowl before the line clicks, a groveley and
exhausted sounding voice mumbling out a “hello?”

The sound of the omega’s voice excites Jungkook instantly, making his heart pick up beat in his
chest. But the fatigue lacing Taehyung’s tone doesn’t go unnoticed, or how much effort it takes the
omega to even speak at all. Jungkook has been expecting Taehyung to almost be back to normal.
After all, it was typical for a heat to only last a couple of days, but Taehyung sounded far from
alright.

“Tae? Are you okay?” Jungkook doesn’t bother with a greeting, his excitement quickly turning to
concern once again at the other’s weak voice.

“Gukkie--” Taehyung chokes out over the line, the single word enough to have Jungkook jumping
to his feet, senses on high alert at the sound of the distressed omega.

“Taehyung, what’s wrong?”

“I d-don’t feel good,” Taehyung practically whispers over the line, making Jungkook strain to
understand the mumbled words.

“What’s your address?” The question comes out more as a demand, Jungkook’s voice deep and
unwavering as he quickly throws on a jacket before grabbing his keys and wallet.

Taehyung weakly mumbles the address over the line, Jungkook already in the elevator and making
his way to his car by the time the call is disconnected.

A swirl of anger and worry tug at Jungkook’s chest, anger at himself for not taking care of the
omega, for not realizing Taehyung needed him.

Jungkook speeds through the streets, the dark, grey sky overhead casting the world into a
monochromatic light. The alpha’s jaw tenses, his body rigid as he focuses on driving, doing his
best to not get too distracted. But it’s practically impossible when all Jungkook can think about is
whether not Taehyung needs food, or medicine, or his knot.

Either way Jungkook isn’t going to be unprepared, so he makes a quick stop, picking up food from
the chinese place Taehyung had mentioned before dropping into the nearest convenience store,
hurriedly asking the store clerk for the best painkillers during a heat.

And before long he’s practically breaking down the door to Taehyung’s apartment, his chest
heaving from running up two flights of stairs and arms full with anything the omega might need.

For a minute Jungkook worries Taehyung had passed out or something, the door still standing
motionless in front of him and no sounds coming from the other side. But by the fifth knock, the
sound of a lock clicks open before the door is slowly being pulled open by an exhausted looking
Taehyung.

Jungkook’s eyes go wide at the sight of the omega and the scent that hits him. It’s nothing like he
was expecting.

Instead of the overwhelmingly sweet scent he was expecting from an omega in heat, he’s hit with
the bitter smell of anxiety and stress, Taehyung’s scent only giving away how distressed he’s been
for days.

Taehyung blinks up at the alpha with tired, red-rimmed eyes, his skin pale and slightly sweaty as
his blonde bangs stick to his forehead. His shoulders hunch in on himself, looking like he’s too
weak to even hold up his own weight properly.

Something snaps in Jungkook, not the need to knot the omega like he was expecting, nothing like
wanting to dominate and drag the other to bed like it’s always been. He’s hit with the urge to take
care of the fragile omega, make him eat an actual meal for probably the first time in days, make
him drink some water, and wash his skin gently as he rubs away all the sweat and stress of
spending a heat alone.
Jungkook has never felt such a rush of emotions, his primal side for once calm and collected as he
realizes exactly what he wants to do. He’s going to take care of anything Taehyung needs.

Jungkook steps forward, bags still in hand as he gently presses a kiss to the omega’s cheek in
greeting. “I’m going to take care of you, pup. It’s okay.”

Taehyung fists his hands in the front of Jungkook’s shirt, looking at the alpha desperately. “P-
please,” Taehyung’s voice cracks around the word, not even knowing what he was trying to say as
he tightens his hold on Jungkook’s shirt.

Jungkook melts at the quiet word, already knowing what Taehyung wants without him saying
anything. “Let me put this stuff away and then we’ll get you cleaned up,” Jungkook coos, using a
gentle but firm voice with the other.

Taehyung nods like he’s in a daze, his eyes glassy and unfocused as he tries to make sense of
Jungkook’s words. It’s not like he’s fucked out of his mind, or too horny to comprehend anything.
He’s just so tired , having barely been able to sleep or eat the past few days from the intensity of
the pain thrumming in his body relentlessly. It had died down since yesterday, after all his heat
should technically be over but for some god-forsaken reason it was just hell this time.

Jungkook makes his way into the apartment, barely taking note of the pretty living space and
modern decor as he sets all of the bags on the counter, taking care to put the food in the oven to
stay warm.

Taehyung drags his feet behind him, his head hanging from the effort of getting up from bed for
the first time in 24 hours. He watches as Jungkook unpacks the things he brought, noticing how the
younger seemed to remember the restaurant he had mentioned only one time before. Too bad he
isn’t hungry.

“Don’t make that face,” Jungkook chides, moving to stand in front of Taehyung before pulling the
omega against his body, burying his face in Taehyung’s neck to scent and soothe him.

Taehyung melts in Jungkook’s embrace, baring his neck to the alpha in submission as the younger
licks and nips at the skin there gently, pulling a content whine from Taehyung.

“What face?” Taehyung questions as his eyelashes flutter shut at the feeling of Jungkook’s tongue
laving over his scent glands, imprinting his own scent on the other.

“The face you made at the food. When’s the last time you ate?” Jungkook presses one more kiss to
Taehyung’s collar bone, content now that Taehyung seems to be slowly relaxing.

Taehyung hesitates, not wanting to answer the question. It would only anger the alpha.

“When is the last time you ate?” Jungkook repeats, his voice deepening a fraction.

“...Tuesday.”

Jungkook takes a deep, calming breath, “so it’s been two days,” he grits out between clenched
teeth.

Taehyung looks down at the ground like a kicked puppy, nodding his head minutely.

“Well,” Jungkook sighs, “after we’re done in the shower you’re gonna eat as much as you can.”

Taehyung opens his mouth to respond.

“No arguments.”

Or not.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, “what about the shower?”

Jungkook smirks, moving a hand to wrap around Taehyung’s back before leaning down to scoop
the other under the omega’s legs.

“Wha--”

Jungkook picks Taehyung up effortlessly, a small squeak of surprise falling from Taehyung’s
mouth as he wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck tightly.

“Which one is the bathroom?” Jungkook questions as he makes his way down the hall dotted with
several doors. When Taehyung doesn’t respond Jungkook looks down at the omega, his breath
getting caught in his throat at the sight of Taehyung looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. The
eyes that always mesmerize Jungkook to no end, still stunning despite being red-rimmed and
framed by dark bags.

“Go to the one in my bedroom at the end of the hall.” The sentence pulls Jungkook out of his state
of reverie, only responding with a hum before turning his gaze towards the dark door at the end of
the hall.

He lightly kicks open the door, forgetting about the fact that Taehyung had been in this room for
days, the overwhelming scent of the omega’s heat and the dirty sheets on the bed filling
Jungkook’s head with visions of the whimpering and needy omega.

Jungkook stamps down the thoughts as soon as they come, knowing it would be too easy to let
himself get overwhelmed with all the scents invading his senses, with Taehyung currently safely in
his arms regarding him with beautiful honey eyes.

He practically rushes into the master bathroom, hurriedly setting Taehyung down before flicking
on the warm water.

Taehyung watches the younger with a content smile pulling at his lips, his inner wolf finally
settling at the care and attention he was getting. Taehyung notices every little thing, how Jungkook
holds his hand under the water, testing to see if it’s warm enough, how the alpha’s eyes keep
flicking to him to make sure he’s okay. It makes Taehyung feel so cared for, so loved.

“Get all cleaned up and then we’ll eat dinner,” Jungkook says when the water is ready, steam
already starting to fog up the large mirror over the expansive white vanity.

Taehyung doesn’t move, his eyes don’t waiver as he regards the alpha, a pout pulling at his lower
lip. “You’re not getting in with me?”

The question shouldn’t surprise Jungkook, he knows the attention omega’s want during their heats,
knows that his presence alone is helping Taehyung. But actually hearing the words spill from
Taehyng’s lips still makes his chest tighten with affection. “I am, baby. Come here.”

Jungkook holds his hand out for Taehyung, gesturing for the omega to get closer, which Taehyung
happily obliges as he moves as quick as he can to stand in front of Jungkook.

A smile pulls at Jungkook’s lips at Taehyung’s obvious excitement before he undresses Taehyung,
taking his time in removing the oversized t-shirt hanging off of Taehyung’s shoulders, in the shorts
and boxers clinging to his slim thighs. Jungkook lets himself indulge a little in running his hands
over the omega’s soft skin, making Taehyung’s skin breakout in a flurry of goosebumps before
they finally step into the warm shower.

It’s not awkward despite it being the first time seeing each other naked. Neither of them care as
Taehyung presses his body against Jungkook’s chiseled muscles, needing to feel the alpha’s bare
skin against his. It does wonders to soothe his aching body, the feeling of the younger’s chords of
muscle and strong grip on his waist making his entire body settle.

Taehyung had been too weak over the past few days to clean himself up, only having enough
energy to change his clothes before practically falling back into bed. But with Jungkook practically
holding him up against his body, letting Taehyung bask in the proximity as the warm water
cascades over him, Taehyung can feel himself becoming more revived with every passing
moment.

Jungkook does everything for him, taking time to run his hands through Taehyung’s blonde hair
with shampoo, rubbing vanilla body wash all over his sore muscles as he massages the soap into
his skin. It’s heaven on earth for Taehyung, almost making him forget about the hell he’d been
through the days before.

Soon enough they’re making their way out of the water, the bathroom air damp and foggy as they
towel themselves dry and change into clean clothes that have Taehyung sighing in relief.

His energy slowly comes back, his head clearing up as the throbbing in his body dies down to a
dull ache.

And when Jungkook busts out the food he had brought, the smell makes Taehyung’s stomach
rumble loudly, pulling a chuckle from the alpha. “You excited to eat now?” Jungkook playfully
quips, setting the huge dishes of food on the coffee table before settling on the plush couch next to
the waiting omega.

Taehyung nods vigorously, practically crawling into Jungkook’s lap to reach the mountain of his
favorite take-out food.

“Tae, calm down,” Jungkook chides a minute later, watching as Taehyung eats like a starved man,
which he basically was.

“It’s just so good,” Taehyung mumbles around a mouthful of food, his cheeks puffy and eyes
forming little crescents from happiness.

The view brings a smile to Jungkook’s lips, loving the sight of a content Taehyung. He doesn’t
even care that the omega is practically halfway on his lap as they eat, laughing uncontrollably at
the reality show they’re watching and effectively spilling rice all over the carpet. Jungkook loves it
all. He hadn’t gotten to spend time with Taehyung like this, always having to be so careful at
school and their schedules not allowing much time to see each other. It feels good to not have to
worry about anyone seeing them, to be able to take care of Taehyung and touch him whenever he
wants, to see Taehyung more carefree and unconcerned about anything as he laughs adorably.

The rest of the meal goes by like that, Jungkook watching Taehyung with barely concealed
adoration in his eyes while Taehyung scarfs down his food, once in a while stealing some off of the
alpha’s plate. And he gets away with it every time when he flashes the younger those cute puppy
eyes.

It’s perfect , Jungkook thinks to himself sometime later, laying on the couch with Taehyung
comfortably sprawled on top of him, the omega’s face nestled against Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook
notices how sweet Taehyung’s scent is again, the distress and anxiety that had polluted the honey
and mint aroma long gone.

The thought inflates his ego just a little bit.

Jungkook is content to watch the TV play whatever random drama is on as his hand lazily draws
circles into Taehyung’s lower back, feeling the little puffs of air the omega lets out against his
neck.

Taehyung isn’t really paying attention to the TV, he hadn’t been ever since they got into this
position, instead focusing on the pleasant hum under the surface of his skin. How warm the alpha
feels against him, the proximity the remedy that Taehyung needed all this time.

Everything is perfect… until something catches Taehyung’s attention, making his eyebrows furrow
as he sits up.

“What is it?” Jungkook asks, his hand falling to rest on Taehyung’s thigh now bracketing his
torso.

Taehyung doesn’t answer, his eyebrows still furrowed as he takes in the orientation of the pillows
on the couch, how the furniture doesn’t look right, or maybe it’s the paint color? “The room is
bothering me,” Taehyung answers simply, like it’s the most logical thing in the world to want to
readjust the furniture at this time of night.

“What?”

Taehyung looks down at the alpha, putting on a sweet smile. “Will you move some of the furniture
for me?”

Jungkook sits up on his forearms, one eyebrow raised in question. “Why do you need to do that
now ?”

Taehyung knows what it is, it’s something he rarely felt the need to do but apparently right now of
all times his inner wolf won’t let him rest. “Well… it just--I just need it to be moved or I can’t
relax,” Taehyung answers shyly, knowing how dumb it sounds to an alpha who probably doesn’t
understand what’s wrong.

But apparently he underestimated Jungkook once again.

Realization dawns on the alpha’s features, nodding his head slowly as he looks around the room
and back at Taehyung with a small smile on his lips. “Do you need to nest, pup?”

A shiver travels up Taehyung’s spine at the pet-name, his inner wolf preening at being called that
by his alpha.

Taehyung nods, his blonde fluffy waves bouncing on top of his head as he answers a quiet, “yes,
alpha.”

Taehyung doesn’t know why he suddenly feels so docile. He had felt relaxed the entire day,
basking in the attention and relief Jungkook brought him, but now he feels hot and bothered,
wanting to make everything perfect for the alpha.

Jungkook cocks his head, his eyes darkening at the title Taehyung used. “Okay baby, tell your
alpha what you want moved.”
Taehyung nods, standing up on shaky legs before he starts directing Jungkook on what to do.

They go back and forth, sometimes moving the same piece of furniture four times before the
omega decides on a spot, but Jungkook doesn’t mind a bit. It’s endearing watching Taehyung get
flustered and annoyed when one tiny thing doesn’t look right. The elder fluffs all the pillows, gets
all the wrinkles out of the fabric, moves a chair exactly three inches to the left, taking his sweet
time rearranging the colors and designs of his anime collection over and over again as Jungkook
watches from the couch.

It takes forever honestly, Taehyung muttering to himself about something being “off” every other
minute before changing the tiniest thing. Eventually Jungkook gets impatient, wanting Taehyung
back in his arms so he can relax.

When the elder passes by the couch once again, on his way to move a picture frame for the fifth
time, Jungkook captures him by the wrist, pulling Taehyung down into his lap before rolling them
over so his body is caging Taehyung in.

“I wasn’t done!” Taehyung pushes at Jungkook’s chest, effectively throwing a miniature tantrum
at not being able to finish.

Jungkook pins Taehyung’s arms above his head with one hand, the omega squirming against him
while being held down. “You’re done now,” Jungkook states firmly, his voice dipping into a lower
register to bring the omega to a halt.

Taehyung blinks up at him, his body freezing at the slight shift in the alpha’s aura. “D-do you like
it?”

A soft exhale parts Jungkook’s lips, the innocent question making his chest feel like it could burst
at any moment. Taehyung is just too cute.

“It’s perfect,” Jungkook rumbles before closing the distance between their mouths, letting
Taehyung’s arm go so he can cage the omega in with his forearms.

Taehyung’s arms immediately wrap around Jungkook’s neck, pulling down to prompt the alpha to
settle his weight on top of Taehyung. He wants to feel Jungkook against him, the younger’s heavy
form and strong muscles tensing against his body as Taehyung mewls into his mouth.

It was always easy for Jungkook to get a reaction out of Taehyung, the omega always vocal and
unable to hold back how his body shivers from the alpha’s touches. But it’s so much more intense
in his heat. Taehyung can feel how quickly his body heats up from one kiss, how pliant he goes
underneath Jungkook when the alpha licks into his mouth just right, the younger’s tongue grazing
the roof of his mouth before swirling around his tongue.

It has a cry falling from Taehyung’s lips, his chest already heaving against Jungkook’s, prompting
the alpha to pull back.

“No--” Taehyung yanks Jungkook back down, his chest seizing up with the thought of Jungkook
stopping. “Don’t stop.”

Jungkook presses a sweet kiss against Taehyung’s bottom lip, smiling at the pout settled across
Taehyung’s lips. “If we keep going I won’t stop.”

“Good,” Taehyung states resolutely, “I don’t want to stop.”

Jungkook takes in the other, the determination in Taehyung’s eyes, the obvious need evident in his
scent, but the exhaustion on the omega’s face from earlier is still there. His tired eyes and pallor
skin improved, but still evident. Taehyung hadn’t gotten to sleep at all yet.

“I’ll give you anything you want, Tae--”

A devious smile plays across Taehyung’s features, leaning up to capture Jungkook’s lips once
again.

“--but I’m not fucking you tonight.”

Jungkook never thought he would say that to Taehyung, it sounds weird even to himself but he
knew Taehyung needed rest. The omega was still shaky on his feet, still struggling to keep his eyes
open without rubbing at them constantly.

“But why?” Taehyung asks almost hurt, his omega side feeling unsure at the rejection.

“Because I’m here to take care of you, even if that means not giving you what you want, and you
need some sleep first,” Jungkook reasons in a gentle voice, still settled between Taehyung’s legs,
their chests flush together. It would be a bad idea to move away from the fragile omega right now.

Taehyung’s pout intensifies, but deep down he knows Jungkook is right, knows that he hasn’t slept
more than a couple hours at a time for more than 48 hours. As if on cue, a yawn pulls at the
corners of Taehyung’s lips, his body stretching with the force of the yawn as Jungkook chuckles
above him.

“See?”

Taehyung throws a glare at the younger.

He knows there isn’t any winning this so the two settle into a comfortable position once again, this
time Jungkook resting his head on Taehyung’s chest as the omega threads his fingers through the
younger’s dark hair.

Taehyung dozes off like that, to the sound of the TV playing in the background and a heavy
warmth covering his chest, making him feel so secure.

Jungkook lifts his head when he feels the omega’s breathing even out into deep, slow breaths, his
eyelashes fanning out prettily across his cheeks. A fond smile pulls at Jungkook’s features as he
slowly moves to get up, admiring the image of a sleeping Taehyung below him before he gently
scoops the omega up into his arms.

Taehyung’s eyes flutter open momentarily before closing once again, a hum reverberating in his
throat as his head lolls to the side, resting on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook does his best to step carefully, not wanting to wake up the elder but it doesn’t matter
when he finally goes to set Taehyung down on the cool grey sheets of his bed. Taehyung’s heavy
eyes once again open, his eyebrows furrowing at the loss of warmth.

“Stay,” Taehyung whispers, his hand reaching out to grasp Jungkook’s shirt, tugging on it minutely
like a child.

Jungkook coos at the cute action, his heart exploding with butterflies at how adorable Taehyung
could be even half asleep. He couldn’t say no to that.

Jungkook pulls off the shirt hugging his body, preferring to sleep shirtless despite the chill of the
room, plus it would offer even more comfort to Taehyung.

Taehyung hums contentedly, rolling over so his back is to the alpha.

Jungkook slips into the bed behind Taehyung, moving an arm under the omega’s head while the
other slips around his torso, resting across his soft tummy.

Taehyung hums softly once more, wiggling back to get closer to the hard chest pressed against his
back. He feels so comfortable, so safe and cared for in a way that he’s never experienced with
anyone else. The thought lulls him into a deep sleep, his mind and body quiet as Jungkook pulls
him closer, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

“Sweet dreams, pup.”

Jungkook slowly drifts awake to the feeling of the warm autumn sun on his back, blinking groggily
against the sleep in his eyes as the events from the previous night come rushing back, filling his
chest with an unexplainable happiness. Taehyung is still in his arms, the omega curled up against
his chest in a deep sleep.

He looks like an angel , Jungkook thinks to himself, admiring how the sunlight illuminates
Taehyung’s golden hair, making him look so ethereal.

Jungkook lets his head flop back onto the plush pillow with a content sigh, a smile on his features
as he tries to go back to sleep, not even sure what woke him up in the first place.

He tightens his arms around Taehyung before letting his eyes fall shut, their bodies tangled
together under the warm sheets. Jungkook starts to drift off again, his head filled with thoughts of
Taehyung as sleep begins to claim him.

Until something jerks him back to conscious yet again, making the alpha furrow his eyebrows in
annoyance as he opens his eyes.

Is he just imagining things?

Just when Jungkook thinks his mind must be playing tricks on him, he feels Taehyung’s body jut
forward in his sleep, a tiny whine leaving the omega’s lips.

Oh…

Jungkook looks down at Taehyung, watching as the elder’s face scrunches up in his sleep, those
pink lips parted as his breathing becomes a little harder.

Then Jungkook is hit with the overwhelming scent of Taehyung’s arousal, the omega starting to
drip slick as he juts his hips forward against Jungkook.

The movement pulls a growl from Jungkook, his instincts starting to take over after holding
himself back from Taehyung’s body for so long. He throws the sheets off of them, revealing a very
hard Taehyung to him. The sight has another low rumble ripping through his throat, arousal and
excitement starting to swirl in his lower gut.

“Tae,” Jungkook rasps out, his eyes still on the tent in Taehyung’s boxers, noticing how the other’s
shirt slides up just a bit, giving Jungkook a peak at the soft skin of his belly. It’s pathetic how
turned on Jungkook gets from the sight, his alpha side impatient to claim the omega.

Taehyung stirs in his sleep, his legs squeezing together on instinct as his eyes flutter open. “ Ah --
what--” Taehyung blinks up at Jungkook, the honey of his irises long gone as icy pools of blue
swirl in his glassy eyes.

Jungkook hums low in his throat at the sight, his body responding with equal fervor to the needy
omega. He pushes Taehyung onto his back, pulling a surprised squeak from the other before prying
open Taehyung’s quivering legs, settling himself between them.

“Let me take care of you, baby. Let me give you my cock,” Jungkook grunts out as he lifts up
Taehyung’s oversized shirt, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Taehyung’s tummy.

The omega mewls underneath him, his body burning like it was the first day of his heat all over
again, wanting so desperately to be filled and fucked until he couldn’t walk.

“Yes! Please alpha, fuck me!” Taehyung doesn’t care how needy he sounds, how he can already
feel an orgasm quickly building in his gut. He can’t go another minute without Jungkook finally
taking him.

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice, his body pulsing with energy and a fire burning underneath
his skin.

Without another word Jungkook leans up, sitting back on his knees as he nearly rips Taehyung’s
shorts off, finally getting to see what he’s been wanting so bad all along.

Taehyung squeezes his legs together, suddenly feeling shy and vulnerable under the alpha’s scarlet
glare, but Jungkook doesn’t let that happen.

He moves his large hands to rest on Taehyung’s knees, spreading the omega’s legs until he can see
his fluttering, leaking hole, waiting for Jungkook to fill him up.

“Guk,” Taehyung chokes out, throwing his arms up to cover his flushed face, making his shirt hike
higher up his heaving chest.

“I’m going to fucking wreck you, omega,” Jungkook growls out, Taehyung’s scent driving him
deeper and deeper into a primal headspace. “You’ll be ruined for anyone else.”

“Yes--” Taehyung gasps out, his body jolting at every word leaving Jungkook’s mouth, “--yes ruin
me!”

Jungkook releases his hold on Taehyung’s legs, reaching down to slip off the boxers covering his
erection.

Taehyung watches Jungkook’s every movement with wide eyes, noting every flex of the alpha’s
muscles as he pulls the cloth off. Taehyung’s breath hitches in his throat when Jungkook’s cock
springs free, slapping against his abs and dripping precome.

“H-holy shit,” Taehyung gasps, his mouth hanging open at the sight of the alpha’s throbbing dick,
doubting his ability to take something so big.

But he’s more than willing to try.

Taehyung spreads his legs, baring himself to the alpha above him. “P-please, I need you,” he
whines, squeezing his eyes shut when Jungkook runs a finger up the inside of his thigh, stopping
when he reaches the omega’s pink hole.

“Be patient for me, pup. I want to taste you first.” Jungkook leans down, pressing kisses against
Taehyung’s inner thigh, stopping to bite and suck bright purple marks into the creamy skin,
enjoying how Taehyung mewls and squirms from the simple gesture.

“A-alpha mor--”

Jungkook buries his face between Taehyung’s legs without warning, his mouth covering the
omega’s puckering hole as he licks a fat stripe over the slick covered sweetspot. Taehyung tastes
so heady, so uniquely sweet and intoxicating as Jungkook presses forward. All Jungkook can see,
hear, and taste is the elder, every fiber of his being wrapped up in the squirming omega beneath
him.

Jungkook teases Taehyung’s hole with his tongue, catching the slick that drips past the rim and
moaning at the taste, but never pushing past the tight ring of muscle, instead focusing all his
energy in savoring the omega. He moves a hand to splay across Taehyung’s belly above him,
pushing up the shirt still blocking Jungkook from seeing everything.

“Take off your shirt,” Jungkook mumbles with his face still buried in Taehyung’s ass.

But the omega understands, pulling the garment off with shaky fingers before Jungkook starts
playing with one of his nipples.

“Fuck!” Taehyung arches at the feeling of the bud being rolled between Jungkook’s warm fingers
as the alpha’s tongue eats him out for all he’s worth.

Taehyung chokes back a sob when Jungkook pushes his tongue past his rim, prompting a new
wave of slick to spill from his hole. Taehyung desperately ruts his hips down onto Jungkook’s face
in search of more, wanting what the alpha promised him.

“Alpha quit teasing! I need more!” Taehyung cries as Jungkook licks a long stripe from his asshole
to his balls, leaning up to hover over the omega.

“Yeah? You don’t like what I’m doing?” Jungkook questions, a dangerous glint in his eye.

Taehyung is at a loss for words, his mind so overwhelmed with pleasure but so desperate to have
what he’s been craving all week.

“Jungkook--” Taehyung murmurs deliriously, turning over onto his stomach before propping his
knees up, presenting his ass to Jungkook like a meal. “Please.”

Jungkook splays his hands across the omega’s ass cheeks, kneading the soft skin between his
fingers before spreading his cheeks roughly, “only because you said please.” Jungkook plunges a
finger into Taehyung’s wet heat, crooking it inside Taehyung in a way that has the omega
whimpering helplessly, pushing his ass back on Jungkook’s digit.

“More!” Taehyung screams, arching his back prettily for the alpha.

A sharp slap reverberates through the room, Taehyung’s body jolting forward from the force of
Jungkook’s hand meeting his ass cheek.

Taehyung moans lewdly, throwing his head back as tears blur his vision.
“I’m going to take my time with you, omega, so I suggest you quit barking orders,” Jungkook
growls against Taehyung’s ear, his voice impossibly low, not even sounding like himself anymore
as Taehyung willfully submits to him.

Taehyung nods desperately, his legs shaking and ass cheek pleasantly burning as Jungkook
plunges in two more fingers, making another moan rip through Taehyung’s chest. The stretch feels
so good, the girth of Jungkook’s fingers offering him the slightest bit of relief, especially when the
alpha crooks his fingers just right, brushing his prostate and effectively making Taehyung spasm
on the sheets.

“ Aghh-- ” Taehyung muffles the sound in a pillow, his fists clenching into the soft fabric in an
attempt to ground himself.

He feels fingers massage the back of his neck lightly before the hand is moving to the front of his
neck, wrapping around his jugular lightly before pulling him into an upright position.

“Are you ready, baby?” Jungkook rumbles into his ear, one hand still holding the omega’s neck
while the other continues to spread him open.

Taehyung can barely respond, so turned on and feeling so fucking dominated by the alpha in all the
right ways. He loves Jungkook taking control like this, making him feel like he doesn’t ever have
to worry about anything again.

“Y-yes, I’m ready.”

A satisfied smirk pulls at the corner of Jungkook’s lips, the power and energy coursing through
him as the omega shakes from his touches making him feel so invigorated, like he could do
anything. He loves how Taehyung easily goes docile and pliant, baring his neck and pressing his
ass back against his hard cock. He loves bringing Taehyung to a whining, needy mess with tears
slipping from his eyes from sensitivity, and the best part is Jungkook hasn’t even properly fucked
him yet.

“Good boy--” Jungkook brings his lips to the shell of Taehyung’s ear, nibbling on soft skin as he
slides his fingers out of Taehyung, earning a whine from the other, “--you want to sit on my dick?”

Taehyung throws his head back on Jungkook’s shoulder, his eyes rolling back in his head at the
other’s words.

Yes, he would love to, thank you very much.

“Yes yes, I want to,” Taehyung croaks before Jungkook is letting him go with a much too sweet
kiss to his shoulder.

The alpha reclines on the bed, his red and angry cock leaking steadily as he pats his thighs. “Come
sit on alpha’s cock like a good pup.”

Taehyung scurries over before Jungkook can even finish the sentence, throwing a leg over the
alpha’s torso before lining himself up with Jungkook’s thick length. The head pokes at Taehyung’s
entrance, sending a shiver up the base of his spine as his hole flutters uncontrollably, pulsing and
dripping slick over Jungkook’s lower abdomen.

Taehyung lowers himself minutely, the tip slipping past the pink muscle, already making
Taehyung clench wildly. He tries to relax, tries to fit Jungkook’s girth inside him but it proves
difficult when his orgasm threatens to spill over with every movement.
Jungkook moans lowly beneath him, the alpha’s fingers digging into Taehyung’s hips as he
clenches around the head.

“Tae-- fuck --” Jungkook rasps out, “relax baby.”

“I-I’m trying,” Taehyung sobs, readjusting himself to try and take more of the alpha. His legs
shake with the effort of holding himself up, from trying so fucking hard to come just from the first
two inches of Jungkook’s length, but god, it feels like a losing battle.

“I can’t do it! I’m going to come!”

Jungkook flicks his red eyes up to the omega, taking in the pink flush on his chest and his eyes
squeezed shut from effort. Jungkook makes a split second decision, knowing that due to
Taehyung’s heat the omega could take more than normal.

He moves his hands to squeeze the smallest part of Taehyung’s waist, pulling the omega down
roughly as he thrust his hips up, settling his cock fully inside Taehyung.

The omega fucking screams, throwing head back in pleasure, at being stretched so fucking wide as
his cock shoots out ropes of milky cum onto Jungkook’s abdomen.

Jungkook sets a quick pace, pulling out to the tip before pulling Taehyung back down onto his cock
repeatedly, letting the omega ride out his orgasm. Taehyung’s breaths come out in sharp gasps, his
hands splayed across Jungkook’s sweaty pecks as his mouth opens in a silent scream, tears flowing
freely from the overwhelming pleasure.

Taehyung doesn’t think he’s ever come so hard, ever had his ass so stretched and felt a cock so
deep inside him as he clenches wildy with the force of his orgasm. It’s so hot how Jungkook fucks
into him with abandon, giving the omega everything he wants.

But of course, things are never so simple with Jungkook.

When Taehyung comes down from the height of his pleasure, Jungkook stops thrusting, fully
settling the omega on his cock before sitting up, a whine spilling past Taehyung’s lips at the shift
in angle.

“Will you come again for your alpha? I know my sweet pup can do it,” Jungkook praises
Taehyung, jutting his hips forward a little to punctuate his words.

Taehyung has never nodded faster in his life, his vibrant blue eyes flashing with excitement as he
begins to swirl his hips experimentally, hissing at the feeling of Jungkook’s length so deep inside
him.

“Just like that, baby,” Jungkook grits out through clenched teeth, not believing how fucking tight
Taehyung still is around him.

Taehyung finds a steady rhythm, pushing himself up on unsteady legs before dropping his weight
back down on Jungkook’s lower abdomen, moans steadily falling from both of their mouths. The
drag feels so good against Taehyung’s walls, Jungkook’s cock hitting all the right places. Within a
matter of minutes Taehyung is nearly fully hard again, picking up the pace the more turned on he
gets to chase yet another intense orgasm.

He bounces on Jungkook’s length quickly, his rhythm getting sloppy and moans getting louder as
he braces himself against the alpha’s chest, Jungkook watching him with hooded red eyes.
But the omega can’t keep up the pace, his body too tired from his first orgasm and shaking from
the stimulation.

Jungkook watches with lust blown eyes, his pupils nearly taking up his entire eye, leaving only a
red ring on the outer edges that looks so intense, spurring the omega on. With a grunt Jungkook
flips their positions, seamlessly slamming back into Taehyung before the omega can even lay
down.

A whimper breaks past Taehyung’s lips as Jungkook sets a much harder pace, his hips slamming
against the back of Taehyung’s thighs as the alpha hikes his legs over his shoulders, getting the
best possible access to his abused hole.

The new angle knocks the breath out of Taehyung, his voice coming out hoarse as another scream
bubbles up in his throat. Jungkook is relentless with his thrusts, pounding into Taehyung over and
over until slick is dripping down his asscheeks, wetting the sheets beneath them.

Jungkook guides Taehyung’s leg off of his shoulders, instead pushing them back until the omega’s
knees are practically next to his head on the pillow, giving Jungkook the best possible access to
bury his length as deep as he can.

Taehyung can feel it in his stomach, his body winding up for another release as Jungkook hits the
sweet spot deep inside him.

“Come inside me!” Taehyung mewls out, his inner wolf desperate to be knotted and filled how he
craves, his belly already puffy and bloated from the hormones coursing through his system,
spurring him to want pups.

“Fuck--” Jungkook’s pace quickens, getting more and more sporadic as his knot starts to grow
inside the other, but he wasn’t completely gone yet. He couldn’t forget about one important detail.
“Are you sure? What if you--”

“I’m-- ah fuck --on suppressants. I won’t get pregnant,” Taehyung reassures the alpha.

Jungkook lets Taehyung’s legs wrap around him, leaning down to kiss the omega as his knot gets
caught on Taehyung’s entrance with every thrust. Jungkook delves his tongue into Taehyung’s
mouth, the kiss hot but oddly sweet, almost comforting as Taehyung wraps his arms around the
alpha’s neck.

Jungkook knew it probably bothered Taehyung on some level that he couldn’t get pregnant right
now even if he wanted to. After all, it was normal for omega’s to want that during a heat, to be
filled and take a knot so they can proudly carry pups, but that wasn’t an option so Jungkook
comforts the omega, kissing and scenting him as his thrusts get sloppy.

Taehyung starts to clench around him again, the overstimulation making his body spasm and suck
Jungkook in even deeper, the alpha’s knot stretching Taehyung to the max.

Jungkook reaches between them, getting a hand around Taehyung and jerking him off with the
force of his thrusts. When Taehyung spills his load for the second time it pushes Jungkook over the
edge, burying himself deep inside Taehyung as he fills the omega with his cum.

Taehyung arches furiously underneath him, his toes curling as a broken moan escapes his lips.

Jungkook swallows the sound with his mouth, cooing and soothing the omega as he licks and
nibbles at his lips, moving down to press gentle kisses across his sternum.
When Taehyung recovers from the high, tear streaks down his face and his eyes finally dimming
down to their typical honey brown, he hugs the alpha close to him, humming at the comfortable
feeling of having Jungkook nestled so perfectly inside of him. It’s the most soothed he’s felt in a
long time, feeling safe and wanted and satiated as the alpha presses kisses to his bloated belly.

“Look at your pretty tummy,” Jungkook coos, drawing circles in Taehyung’s skin with his index
finger before pressing a kiss to his soft belly. “You’d look so pretty with a belly full of pups.”

Taehyung pulls Jungkook up to kiss him, humming at the soft slide of their lips after something so
intense. Jungkook shouldn’t say those things to him, it gave the omega way too many ideas and
made his hormones run away with him. At any other time he’d call the other crazy, but god, does
that sound good right now.

“You really think so?” Taehyung mumbles against his lips.

Jungkook nods, making his dark hair fall across his forehead, “of course, you’re so beautiful.”

Taehyung hums contentedly, hugging the alpha closer as they wait for his knot to die down,
secretly hoping that it takes a long time.

He didn’t want to let Jungkook go. He didn’t want to go back to class Monday and start pretending
that they mean nothing to each other in front of everyone. Taehyung had never mentioned it before
but it bothered him, and he’s sure it bothered Jungkook too. They hadn’t been together that long
but Taehyung was already so enamoured, so head over heels for the alpha it scared him. He had
never expected to feel this way about Jungkook, or really anyone, the intensity of their relationship
unlike anything he’s ever felt.

He doesn’t want to go back to how it was.

“What’s wrong, Tae?” Jungkook notices the furrow of Taehyung’s brow, how the corners of his
mouth turn down.

Taehyung snaps back to reality, a sad smile on his face. “I just don’t want this to end.”

Jungkook’s eyes soften, knowing exactly what Taehyung was alluding to. He thought about it more
often than not. “I know, baby. Me either, but I won’t risk your entire career just over keeping it a
secret for another two months.”

Taehyung nods along, knowing that the younger is completely right but he can’t help the pout that
settles on his red lips. “You’re right, it just sucks. Especially when those girls that sit behind you
literally stare at you all class.”

An amused smile pulls at Jungkook’s lips, the sudden jealousy slightly funny considering he had
no idea that was even happening. “They do that?”

Taehyung nods, not at all looking amused, “yes it is so fucking annoying. Especially if you stretch
or something oh my fucking god.”

A chuckle bubbles up in Jungkook’s throat, unable to hold back how funny it is. He hadn’t
expected this from Taehyung.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook laughs, his eyes closing cutely, “I’ve just never heard you talk like this.”
 “Yeah well--” Taehyung shrugs, “--I’m just blaming the hormones.”

“Well either way, you have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you,” Jungkook reassures
Taehyung, needing the omega to know how serious he is about him.

“Really?” Taehyung asks cutely, a hint of shyness and insecurity evident in his tone.

“Really, it’s just you.”

Taehyung’s heart does a somersault in his chest, feeling relieved but also overwhelmed all over
again at the thought of Jungkook feeling the same way. It’s invigorating and terrifying, their
relationship posing so many obstacles, but somehow it’s not as intimidating as before.

He would do whatever he had to to stay by the alpha’s side.

But little does he know, Jungkook is thinking the exact same thing.

Chapter End Notes

It feels like its taken 30 years to get to this point haha. We can officially say this fic is
about halfway done which is hard to believe! Like we said last time, you can expect
updates to go a bit slower now but school is going well so it shouldn't be too bad.
Hopefully everyone else is doing okay and staying healthy! As always thank you for
the support!

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 Chapter 6
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“Alright everybody, you’re free to explore whatever exhibits you want but make sure to fill out all
the questions for this assignment,” Taehyung announces to the group of college students, waving a
sheet in the air filled with questions as a reminder that they were actually here for a reason.

The students scurry off in all different directions when the professor is done explaining the
assignment, low grumbling and excited chatter mixing in the quiet atmosphere of the museum.

Jungkook wasn’t going to lie, he fell into the former category.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved strolling the museum as he takes in the gorgeous art decorating the
space, but he sure as hell didn’t feel like answering 20 plus questions on said art, not when all he
wanted to do was stare at Taehyung all day. But he couldn’t even do that, after all… they’re in
public.

“Guk, lets go this way first.” Jimin points somewhere to the left, an excited glint in his eyes as he
tugs on Jungkook’s arm.

Jungkook looks in the opposite direction, noticing how Taehyung was happily talking to one of the
museum employees. “Why don’t we go that way first?”

Jimin looks behind Jungkook, his eyebrows furrowing when he sees their professor. “No no I don’t
want Taehyung-ssi to watch me try and fill out this assignment. That would just be embarrassing.”

With that the omega pulls Jungkook the opposite direction, the alpha huffing as he throws one last
longing glance in Taehyung’s direction.

He’s so fucking whipped.

It had only been a couple of days since the end of Taehyung’s heat, but Jungkook felt like he was
being starved of the omega. Once they parted ways after the weekend, Jungkook had to wash his
clothes nearly three times before the scent of the omega was out, and god, did he hate doing it. It
felt so wrong to hide their relationship, to wipe away each other’s marks as if they were never
there, just to see each other the next day in class like nothing happened.

Jungkook knew it would be difficult, but he had underestimated just how badly he craved
Taehyung’s presence.

“Here! This is a good piece to write about for a landscape,” Jimin’s voice cuts into Jungkook’s
inner sulking, directing the alpha’s attention towards the huge panoramic artwork.

The beauty of the piece takes Jungkook off guard, his eyes scanning the hyper realistic trees and
rocks cast in a late afternoon glow from the orange sun illuminating the painting. It looked so real
and so peaceful, making Jungkook momentarily forget about his earlier thoughts.

“Damn, I lowkey wanna buy this,” Jungkook comments as he starts vigorously writing about the
piece, taking notes as his eyes flick back and forth from the paper to the painting.

“Just drop your daddy’s name and I’m sure they’ll sell it to you,” Jimin quips, a devious smirk
pulling at his lips when the alpha rolls his eyes. “What? Am I wrong?”

“Whatever.”

The two friends finish up their notes before moving on through the exhibits, some of the rooms
filled with art dating back to the 17th century, while others present more modern versions of art.

“Woah,” Jimin whistles as they walk into a large room, the walls and ceiling all made up of
mirrors reflecting the guests from every angle possible. “I bet this is your favorite exhibit, huh?”
Jimin comments just as he catches Jungkook staring at the mirror at himself as he adjusts his
bangs.

Jungkook pauses, narrowing his eyes at the omega with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You’re just
all kinds of funny today, aren’t you?”

A high-pitched laugh bubbles up in Jimin’s throat, the sound automatically bringing a smile to
Jungkook’s face.

“Sorry,” Jimin practically wheezes, “it’s just so easy.”

Jungkook just grunts, desperately trying to tame the huge smile on his face as his best friend laughs
obnoxiously.

“What is this room supposed to even be?” Jungkook questions as he looks around the seemingly
endless room.

“I think the artist said it’s supposed to be about ‘you being the art’ or something,” Jimin says as he
does a little twirl for the mirror. “Yeah, I definitely see what that artist meant.”

“God, you’re worse than I am,” Jungkook chuckles before Jimin is whipping out his phone,
ushering the alpha over with a wave of his hand.

“Come here Guk, this will make a cool picture!”

Jungkook moves to stand to his best friend, both of them looking in the mirror with their signature
smoldering gazes before the camera goes off.

Jimin brings the phone to his face, analyzing every aspect of the photo before looking up at
Jungkook, “why are we so fucking hot?”

The alpha barks out a laugh, moving in to get a good look at the photo. He has to admit, it’s pretty
cool. Jimin and him look sexy as hell staring into the mirror with straight faces, the softly lit room
and reflecting mirrors making the photo look so complex. And the filter Jimin added doesn’t hurt
either.

“It just comes naturally,” Jungkook answers with a shrug of his shoulders, ruffling his hair with his
free hand.

“You’re so right. Hey how about we--”

Jungkook doesn’t hear the rest of whatever Jimin was going to say, not when he looks up in the
giant mirrors, his eyes meeting a pair of sparkling honey irises gazing at him in the mirror from
across the room.

His heart actually skips a beat in his chest before picking up rhythm, the sight of Taehyung
glowing in the softly lit room, reflected in so many angles knocking the breath out of him. The
moment is gone before Jungkook can even process what’s happening. Taehyung looks away when
their eyes meet, the omega’s ears going a bit pink as he turns to walk out of the room.

But Jungkook doesn’t have it in him to tear his gaze away from Taehyung’s retreating figure, not
even caring when Jimin catches him red-handed.

“Will you stop staring at our professor! It’s never gonna happen, Guk,” Jimin states matter-of-
factly, mistaking Jungkook’s lingering gaze as nothing more than lust.

The omega’s words strike a nerve a little too close to home for Jungkook. Not because he couldn’t
have Taehyung, Jungkook knew how the other felt about him, but the fact no one knew it. It
bothers the alpha, pisses him off really for everyone to think the omega is single while his friends
think it’s nothing more than an unrequited crush.

Jungkook opens his mouth to argue, wanting so badly to tell Jimin just how wrong he is but he
stops himself.

Don’t fuck it up don’t fuck it up.

“Yeah, I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look.” Jungkook forces himself to grit between
clenched teeth, doing his best to play off the whole situation.

Jimin furrows his eyebrows, knowing damn well Jungkook was holding something back. “Is there
something else?”

The alpha just gives his best friend a tired look, one that screams not to press any further. “Nope.”

Jimin hums, nodding his head minutely before turning towards the exit, threading his arm through
Jungkook’s to drag the alpha along. “Whatever you say.”

The rest of the museum visit goes by similarly, the two taking notes on whatever interesting that
they find while Jungkook steals way too many longing glances in Taehyung’s direction, which
doesn’t go completely unnoticed…

Jungkook knows he’s being painfully obvious, but god he can’t help it. He can’t help how he
naturally gravitates to whatever exhibit Taehyung happens to be in, how a low growl leaves his
throat when Taehyung laughs a little too loudly with an alpha employee, how a relieved sigh
escapes his lips when Taehyung offers him a reassuring smile from across the room.

Jungkook knows it’s obvious yet he can’t seem to help himself. He knows Jimin picks up on some
of it, but his best friend doesn’t question him which he’s silently thankful for, knowing the other
was probably dying from curiosity.

That’s probably why Jimin doesn’t question him when Jungkook tells him to go ahead.

“I thought we were gonna get dinner after this,” Jimin cocks an eyebrow at the alpha as he hands
his card over to the gift shop cashier.

“I think I’m gonna visit my parents tonight. Besides, we had lunch like two hours ago,” Jungkook
expertly lies.

Jimin pokes out his lower lip before taking his small bag filled with artsy knick-knacks from the
cashier. “Exactly. It’s been a whole two hours,” he whines.
Jungkook shows the other an apologetic smile, “raincheck?”

“Fine,” Jimin huffs out, turning to walk out of the small museum gift shop. “See you later!”

Jungkook waves until the other is out of sight, letting out a deep sigh before he lets his arm drop to
his side. A small smile pulls at Jungkook’s features as he stands in the gift shop, classmates and
museum patrons milling by him as they browse the adorable display of Van Gogh memorabilia.

Jungkook’s gaze sweeps the organized display until he finds the small, blue keychain with a
picture of cherry blossoms painted on it. Or was it almond blossoms?

Either way he picks up the item, admiring its shiny exterior before paying the cashier and quickly
rushing out of the shop into the museum lobby, where Taehyung is bidding his students goodbye.

“Don’t forget the assignment is due Friday, okay?”

Jungkook overhears Taehyung remind a student before he walks up to him, a much too big smile
on his face with the keychain clutched in his fist.

Taehyung purses his lips as Jungkook steps directly in front of him, as close as he dares without
looking too suspicious.

“Anything I can help you with?” Taehyung questions quietly, his professional facade slipping at
the sight of the alpha. It was automatic how pliant and submissive he went when Jungkook was
around, but he still did a good job fighting his instincts. Well… that’s what he tells himself.

“Yeah, actually. I was hoping you could tutor me tonight. Maybe over dinner?” Jungkook asks
cheekily, his chest puffing out at the blush that makes its way up Taehyung’s neck alarmingly fast.

“Guk…” Taehyung whisper-shouts, barely looking the alpha in the eye. This was so unexpected,
and very public.

“It can just be at my place, or yours, I don’t care, I just need to be around you,” Jungkook rushes
out, his eyes going wide at the thought of Taehyung turning him down. He really couldn’t survive
another night without being with the other, even if it was just to talk over some takeout.

Taehyung’s eyes soften at the little confession, how could he possibly turn that down?

“Well… I don’t know--”

“Here.” Jungkook thrusts the keychain into Taehyung’s palm, hoping somehow that would
persuade the other. “Please, Tae?”

A smile splits Taehyung’s face, the omega looking beyond happy at the small gift. “Did you really
buy me a keychain just to get me to eat dinner with you?” Taehyung questions with a sparkle in his
eye, making it so it’s Jungkook’s turn to blush.

“I mean… that wasn’t exactly the plan, but I’ll take whatever works.”

Taehyung looks around, making sure there aren’t any students around before leaning closer to
Jungkook. “I would love to, alpha .”

Jungkook bristles at the title, his fists clenching and unclenching at his side at the sound of the
omega’s silky voice whispering the name.

His name.
“Don’t tease me here,” Jungkook warns, his voice coming out lower and his eyes darkening
minutely.

Taehyung takes a step back, turning to walk out of the museum exit before looking back over his
shoulder. “Let’s get going then.”

Jungkook follows like a love sick puppy, and honestly? That’s exactly what he is, and he wouldn’t
trade it for anything.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck--

Jungkook is so fucked.

It’s the only thing he can repeat to himself as he scrambles to get to class on time, hair still damp
and wearing his clothes from yesterday.

After he and Taehyung had left the museum the night started off slow and comfortable, the two
grabbing some food before talking and cuddling all evening on Taehyung’s couch. But… that
cuddling eventually took a turn and that’s how Jungkook wakes up late for class tangled around
Taehyung’s body, hair a mess and clothes smelling like the omega. He had been able to take a
quick shower to try and wash off some of the other’s scent but it didn’t matter when he just threw
on his clothes that now smelled strongly of honey and mint.

Jungkook practically throws himself out of his car, slamming the door before breaking into a sprint
to get to his second class exam. He had already slept through the first class and he couldn’t afford
to miss the second.

“Hey, Guk!”

A deep voice cuts into Jungkook’s haywire thoughts, stopping him mid-sprint before he turns to
the other side of the sidewalk to see Namjoon smiling widely at him.

Like Jungkook said, he’s so fucking fucked.

“Hey!” Jungkook yells back tightly, the smile on his face forced and eyes wide with barely
concealed nerves.

Jungkook hopes Namjoon is in a rush too, he couldn’t afford for the alpha to get near him right
now. But of course, Namjoon looks both ways before crossing the street, approaching Jungkook
without a care in the world.

“Are you just now getting here?” Namjoon questions, raising an eyebrow as his brown suit hugs
his tall frame perfectly.

“Uh--yeah. I woke up a bit late today,” Jungkook chuckles, trying to seem nonchalant.

Namjoon furrows his eyebrows, his nostrils flaring the tiniest bit before returning to normal.
“Woah, did you have a busy night or something?” The alpha questions, a knowing smirk pulling at
the corner of his lips.

Jungkook ruffles his hair, smiling through the pain, “I guess you could say that?”
Namjoon stays silent for a moment, seemingly analyzing the younger, which makes every fiber of
Jungkook’s being stand on edge. Namjoon was too smart for his own good.

“Hyung?” Jungkook finally cuts into the silence, just wanting to get out of here as soon as
possible.

Namjoon hums, almost in surprise as he comes out of thought. “Sorry, I just feel like that scent is
oddly familiar but it’s hard to tell mixed with yours. Is it someone I know?”

Jungkook nearly chokes on the air in his lungs, but he holds it back. Instead plastering a wide smile
on his face, “well… it was just a hook-up with a student so maybe you saw them around or
something.”

Namjoon nods his head slowly as Jungkook holds his breath, praying to the universe that the elder
just drops it.

“Yeah, I guess it’s just that.”

Thank god.

“Well hyung, I gotta get to class so--” Jungkook moves to take a step in the opposite direction.

“Oh yeah, go ahead. I’ll see you for dinner tonight!”

“Uh sure, okay!” Jungkook practically speed walks away, his heart in his throat at almost getting
caught. “That was too close,” he mutters under his breath before picking up his sprint again,
focusing on actually making it to this stupid exam or he’d have other problems besides the scent of
his clothes. But just for good measure he sends Taehyung a quick text, telling the other not to go
near Namjoon for a while.

It isn’t until after two more classes that Jungkook is able to relax, when he’s finally on his way
home after surviving a grueling day of obviously smelling like Taehyung. Fortunately, he hadn’t
been around anyone who knew the omega… that he knows of.

Jungkook lets the worry slip from his mind, instead focusing on getting cleaned up for the dinner
he apparently was invited to tonight. He was excited to spend the evening with his hyungs, and
especially to eat Jin’s amazing cooking.

Not an hour later Jungkook is letting himself into the couple’s apartment, the comforting smell of
books and flowers a welcoming relief to Jungkook. Namjoon was probably the only alpha with a
scent Jungkook didn’t hate.

“Hey, Guk!” Namjoon waves from his spot on the couch, glasses perched on the tip of his nose
with a book in hand. The alpha is lounging in casual clothes, his feet propped up on the couch with
a blanket covering his tall frame. It was a rare sight to see the elder in anything but a suit, even for
Jungkook.

“Hey hyung!” Jungkook chirps back, much happier to see the other now that there wasn’t a risk of
being found out by the dean of the university of all people.

Jungkook automatically looks to the kitchen, expecting Jin to be there baking or concocting a new
recipe. “Where’s Jin-hyung?”

Namjoon hums without looking up from his book, completely enthralled by the title that’s in a
language Jungkook can’t even read. “It’ll probably take him two seconds to realize you’re here
then--”

“Jungkookie!” Jin exclaims as he bursts into the living room, arms outstretched towards the young
alpha.

A smile spreads across Jungkook’s face, his eyes forming adorable crescents before he hugs the
other tightly. You really would think they hadn’t seen each other in years with the way they acted.

“I heard some great news today,” Jin says with a smile on his plush lips before pulling away to go
sit next to his mate, who automatically lifts his arm to let the omega rest against his side.

“What is it?” Jungkook plops down on the chair adjacent to the sofa.

“I spoke with Taehyung and he told me your grades have dramatically improved over the past
month!” Jin states like a proud parent.

Jungkook’s eyes momentarily go wide at the news of Jin and Taehyung talking. Like in person? Or
on the phone?

“You talked--to Taehyung-ssi?” Jungkook questions, his words coming out hesitant.

But it doesn’t phase Jin, the omega only nodding vigorously. “Yeah, we’ve kinda become friends.
He’s a really nice person.”

“Uh--yeah,” Jungkook chuckles, rubbing his hand through the hair on his nape. “He’s okay… for a
professor.” Jungkook is proud of himself for how well he plays it off, acting as nonchalant and
uncaring as ever, but he can’t help the way his inner alpha bristles as he pretends Taehyung means
nothing to him.

“I wonder if he’s with anybody, there’s no way an omega like him is single,” Jin comments,
looking over at Namjoon still buried in his book. “Do you know if he is, Joon?”

The alpha looks up at his mate, letting the book fall shut in his hand. “Taehyung? He’s not with
anyone that I know of. I asked him about it over coffee a month or so ago and he said he’s single,
but things could have changed,” the alpha shrugs before pulling Jin closer against his side. “Why?”

“I was just curious… but I also thought about setting him up with Wonho.”

Jungkook grips the armchairs underneath his hands at the omega’s words, his nails digging into the
expensive material as Jungkook wills himself to stay calm. If he got too upset he’d give himself
away.

“I think he’s with someone actually,” Jungkook rushes out much too loudly, cutting off whatever
plotting the couple was doing.

Jin arches an eyebrow at Jungkook, Namjoon looking on in slight confusion at the sudden
outburst.

“He does? How do you know?” Jin questions.

Fuck this is bad.

“Uh--one time during our tutoring his boyfriend called. I don’t know who it is though,” Jungkook
lies, thanking the universe that the sentence somehow came out calmly.

“Oh okay,” Jin nods, letting Jungkook think the hellish conversation was finally over. “I still might
ask him about it to make sure.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment as he collects himself. It’s
fine. After all, Jin asking couldn’t hurt anything, it’s not like Taehyung would actually take him up
on the offer.

“Are you good, Guk?” Namjoon asks from his spot on the couch, giving Jungkook a much too
knowing look, one that says he knows Jungkook is angry. He’s just not sure about what.

“I’m fine, just tired.” Jungkook knows Namjoon doesn’t believe the lie, the alpha knows him too
well and is too smart to think Jungkook is just tired, but he doesn’t press. Which Jungkook is
grateful for.

“Well!” Jin cuts into the newfound sulkiness of the younger, “I’m gonna start dinner. Come help
me, Guk.”

Jungkook spends the rest of the night cooking and playfully dancing with Jin, the elder slapping
him every time he does something wrong which pulls a laugh out of the alpha. Jungkook nearly
forgets the earlier conversation, but when he’s bidding the couple goodbye a few hours later the
thought suddenly hits him again.

There’s no way hell Taehyung is going out with another guy.

“What do you mean you’re going out with him!” Jungkook growls over the line, raking a hand
through his hair jerkily.

“Guk, calm down. It’s not like I want to!” Taehyung’s voice rings over the phone, sounding
slightly shaky from the alpha’s angry growl.

Jungkook is pacing in front of the ceiling tall windows in his apartment, the lights of the city
playing across his angry features. “Well then don’t. I don’t understand why you won’t say no.”

An audible sigh escapes Taehyung, “Didn’t you say Namjoon almost busted us the other day from
my scent? Well the same thing happened with Jin when I met up with him but I had showered and
changed clothes. Our scents are mixing, Jungkook, and eventually they’ll figure out it’s us, but if I
do this then we’re in the clear for a while. They won’t suspect anything,” Taehyung finishes
explaining, and god, did Jungkook hate how right he was.

There had been too many times recently the couple almost got found out by one person or another,
especially by Jin and Namjoon. It was proving more difficult than Jungkook thought to keep the
relationship a secret. Even Jimin seemed suspicious at times.

This would definitely help get them in the clear for a while, but Jungkook still hates the idea of the
omega going out with someone else. Even if it was just one, harmless date.

“I don’t like this, Taehyung,” Jungkook rumbles over the line, his voice coming out quieter but no
less intimidating as he thinks about it.

“Me either, Gukkie,” Taehyung quietly agrees, making the alpha just want to hold and comfort
him. “But we knew this would be hard so…”
“Yeah,” Jungkook breathes out, frustration giving way to sadness. Sadness over the fact he actually
had to let this happen, had to lie to everyone in his life about being with someone as amazing as
Taehyung, had to pretend to not even care about the other when all he wanted to do was hold
Taehyung close.

It fucking sucks.

“Fine, but I’m gonna be watching this guy the whole time,” Jungkook jokes, trying to lighten the
sullen mood.

A light chuckle echoes over the phone, bringing a smile to the alpha’s lips. “Wow, my hero.”

“Better believe it.”

Jungkook lifts his phone to his face, the screen illuminating his scowling features as he walks
down the busy sidewalk, dodging the crowds of people making their way home from work with a
handful of shopping bags.

A sigh escapes his parted lips as Jungkook pockets the device, his eyebrows drawing together at
the lack of response from Taehyung. Tonight was the blind date and Jungkook was hoping it
would go quick, but it had been a whole 30 minutes and Taehyung still wasn’t responding, no
doubt busy with whatever bore of an alpha he was out with.

So Jungkook distracted himself with some light shopping, well… if you call several St. Laurent
bags light shopping, which takes his mind off of the matter for a bit. But it doesn’t really help, not
when Taehyung isn’t responding to his texts, leaving Jungkook to sulk as he waits to cross the
street.

He doesn’t even know where Taehyung is for fucks sake. The omega could be anywhere, could
even be in trouble and Jungkook would have no idea what’s happening. What if Taehyung leaves
him for the new guy or what if--

Jungkook’s thoughts are immediately cut off, his feet stuttering in his steps as he comes to a
grinding halt in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

“No fucking way,” the alpha breathes out, an unbelieving smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
There is just no fucking way he had such good luck, because there Taehyung is, sitting in the
window of a warmly lit up restaurant right in front of him.

Jungkook barks out a laugh before squinting his eyes to make sure he’s seeing clearly, and when
Taehyung smiles radiantly, Jungkook knows it’s him, able to recognize that adorable expression
anywhere.

His eyes flit to the figure sitting across from Taehyung, the alpha’s back turned to Jungkook, but
even Jungkook can tell from here the alpha is huge, maybe even more muscular than him…

But Jungkook honestly doesn’t give a fuck, this was too good of an opportunity to pass up. So he
stalks towards the restaurant entrance, his chest suddenly buzzing with excitement at just the
thought of being near Taehyung… and maybe having a little fun.
“Table for one, please,” Jungkook tells the hostess once he’s inside, leaving his black mask up over
his face as he’s seated on the adjacent wall to Taehyung and his date .

Jungkook watches Taehyung with unwavering eyes, seeing the exact moment Taehyung realizes
he’s there. The omega perks up a bit, his eyes going wide as he tries to subtly look around the
restaurant, his nostrils flaring in the cutest way at the strong, familiar scent alerting him to
Jungkook’s presence.

Jungkook looks on with fondness before pulling the face mask off, waving with a smug smile on
his lips at Taehyung.

The other’s mouth nearly drops when he realizes Jungkook is actually here, sitting just a few tables
away. Taehyung can only send the alpha a small smile before turning his attention back to his
“date,” but it’s suddenly much harder to focus when the alpha is watching like a hawk, and oddly
satisfied smirk painting his features.

Jungkook is up to no good.

“Oh that’s very interesting. So you work with celebrities and stuff?” Taehyung carries on the
conversation, not even having to fake interest. Wonho wasn’t actually bad company.

“Yeah, mostly personal fitness and stuff. It’s pretty fun,” the alpha shrugs, his huge muscles
flexing from the slight movement.

“I could probably use your help,” Taehyung chuckles, the idea of exercise sounding absolutely
horrid, “I hate anything that makes me sweat.”

“Anything?” Wonho quips back, and Taehyung realizes how suggestive that sounded.

“Oh--well--I mean… nevermind.” Taehyung can feel his ears on fire, a blush no doubt giving away
his embarrassment not only to the alpha across from him but Jungkook staring daggers a few feet
away.

Taehyung changes the topic quickly, talking about anything and everything that comes to mind
before he feels his phone go off in his back pocket. He was just going to ignore the disturbance, not
wanting to appear rude, but when he sees Jungkook holding up his phone and pointing, Taehyung
gets out the device with a small “excuse me.”

With a small sigh Taehyung opens his phone, the plethora of messages from Jungkook flooding his
screen before his eyes land on the most recent one.

Jungkookie

You look so good, baby. I wanna fuck you so bad…

Taehyung pulls his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes flicking up to Jungkook taking a sip of
water without a care in the world. The alpha knew what he was doing, knew how affected
Taehyung would be from just a text.

Taehyung gently shuts his phone off before pocketing the device again, eyeing the younger alpha
when he realizes he isn’t going to respond.
Jungkook arches an eyebrow, not at all surprised Taehyung wasn’t playing along. He had to hand it
to the omega, he could be all business when he wanted to be. But that’s what Jungkook is for, to
remind the other to have some fun.

So Jungkook picks up his phone, typing out a longer message this time before hitting the send
button and watching as Taehyung feels the vibration in his pocket.

This should do the trick.

“So you have a doctorate? That’s so awesome I could never go to school for--”

Taehyung barely registers the other’s words as he reads the new text on his phone sitting in his lap,
biting back a gasp at the implications behind Jungkook’s words.

Jungkookie

You look so good, baby. I wanna fuck you so bad…

I’m just sitting here imagining all the things I could be doing to you rn. I wanna watch you ride my
cock, wanna see your pretty body bounce on top of me as you scream my name. Almost has me
hard just sitting here thinking about it…

Taehyung squeezes his thighs together under the table, his vision going a little blurry at the thought
of letting Jungkook do just that. His gaze flickers up to the alpha’s momentarily, all the desperation
and lust coursing through his system evident on his features.

“I’m going to run to the restroom, Wonho. I’ll be back in a minute,” Taehyung excuses himself
before practically running to the bathroom, knowing that Jungkook isn’t far behind.

Taehyung throws open the door to the restroom, storming up to the sink before looking at himself
in the mirror. His hair falls in fluffy blonde waves over his eyebrows, his skin and eyes glowing
even in the harsh lighting of the bathroom.

Taehyung’s eyes move to meet Jungkook’s in the mirror, noticing how Jungkook locks the door
before stalking towards him.

“You can’t fucking say those things when I’m in the middle of dinner! Isn’t the whole point of this
to make people less suspicious of us?” Taehyung chides as Jungkook advances on him. He wanted
to argue, wanted to talk himself out of how fucking hot it was Jungkook was telling him all these
things even right now. It makes Taehyung feel so wanted, and so fucking needy for the younger.

“I really don’t give a fuck,” Jungkook growls out before weaving a hand around the back of
Taehyung’s neck, tugging the omega forward to crash their lips together.

Jungkook doesn’t waste a second before licking greedily into Taehyung’s mouth, a deep moan
bubbling up in his throat when Taehyung fists his hands into the front of his shirt, opening his
mouth to give Jungkook better access.

The alpha licks and sucks like a starving man, crowding Taehyung until the omega’s ass hits the
edge of the sink. Even then Jungkook presses forward, pulling Taehyung’s body flush against his
as he moves his hands to grip at his ass bruisingly.
 “Fuck--Guk,” Taehyung gasps out when they break apart for air, waves of electricity shooting
through his body when Jungkook wedges a thigh between his legs.

“You’re mine, Tae,” Jungkook mumbles against Taehyung’s neck, his simmering jealousy making
its way to the surface now that he has the omega alone.

“I know, all yours,” Taehyung agrees, nodding frantically as his nails dig into Jungkook’s shoulder
blades, spurring the younger on.

But he knows he has to stop, as much as he wants to fuck Taehyung here and now that would give
them away for sure.

“Good, just making sure,” Jungkook rumbles as he presses open mouthed kisses up the column of
Taehyung’s neck, humming when the omega ruts his hips forward against his thigh.

Taehyung hisses at the friction, needing more. “Fuck, why couldn’t you just leave it alone,”
Taehyung whines when Jungkook holds his hips down, pressing another harsh kiss against his red
lips.

“You know I can’t do that,” Jungkook chuckles against his lips, his tongue darting out to push past
the seam of Taehyung’s lips once again, making the omega whimper into the kiss.

They pull apart with a loud pop, both of them heaving and delirious from the high of each other.

Jungkook takes a step back to give Taehyung more space, but the omega only clings to him, a pout
on his lips.

“You’re just going to tease me and then leave?” Taehyung questions with wide eyes, slipping into
that pliant and needy headspace that came so naturally with Jungkook.

Jungkook coos, wrapping his arms tighter around Taehyung’s slim waist. “Of course not. I’m just
giving you a preview of later, baby.”

Taehyung perks up at that.

“Go finish this stupid date and then come over to my place.”

Taehyung nods, a smile on his face as he detaches himself from around Jungkook’s neck, “O-
okay.”

Taehyung turns to look in the mirror, jumping at his own reflection. His hair is a mess and little
marks litter the side of his neck.

Fuck.

“Jungkook, what the fuck! I’m a mess!”

No one questions it when the alpha practically runs out of the bathroom for his life, quickly paying
and rushing out of the restaurant, leaving a very angry and very horny Taehyung in his wake.

It’s okay, he’ll make it up to him later.

Chapter End Notes

College is making it very difficult to make regular updates so sorry everyone rip. This
chapter turned into a bunch of filler but it's important to show the small developments
before bigger plot points *hint hint*. We hope you guys enjoyed and stay tuned for
the rest!
 Chapter 7
Chapter Notes

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Taehyung jolts in his seat at the sudden knock on his office door, his eyebrows furrowing together
in confusion. He wasn’t expecting anybody.

“Come in!” Taehyung softly calls before looking back down at the pile of papers sitting in front of
him, red pen in hand and ready to grade. His eyes begin scanning the first sentence of the neatly
written report, a satisfied smile pulling at his lips as he loses himself in the interesting essay, which
is honestly a miracle. It wasn’t every day he got some quality work from his students.

Taehyung continues reading, completely forgetting about the fact someone had literally walked
into his office. That is, until the sound of the door shutting jolts him back to reality, prompting
Taehyung to lift his gaze to meet Jungkook’s.

“That shitty essay more interesting than me?” The alpha quips, dropping his backpack onto the
floor before rounding the desk.

A pleased hum reverberates in Taehyung’s chest, pleased that the younger surprised him with the
little visit.

“It’s not shitty at all, it’s actually really good so far. Good job, Guk.”

Jungkook looks over Taehyung’s shoulder to the paper sitting in front of him, noticing his own
name written off to the side.

“Damn it better be. I worked on that all night just to impress you,” Jungkook chuckles before
pressing a kiss to the omega’s cheek, inhaling deeply when he’s hit with Taehyung’s sweet scent.

Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut at the tender kiss pressed against his cheeks, Jungkook’s lips soft and
warm and so comforting.

“Hmm--” Taehyung hums, tapping his index finger against his chin, “maybe you actually have a
shot at an A then.” Taehyung turns his head to face the alpha, not wasting a moment in bringing
their lips together in a soft kiss. Warmth spreads throughout Taehyung’s body at the simple touch,
the kiss nothing more than a gentle slide of their lips, but it still makes his body feel like it’s on
fire, his skin and chest humming with barely concealed energy as Jungkook’s scent intoxicates
him.

Jungkook pulls away minutely, a sigh escaping his lips as his eyes travel down to look at the
omega’s pink lips, “well don’t let me distract you then. Now I’m curious.” With that, Jungkook
moves to sit on the other side of Taehyung’s desk, seating himself in the simple chair he’s grown to
appreciate the more time he spends in Taehyung’s office.

A pout pulls at Taehyung’s lips, wanting more than just a quick kiss. The last time he had tried to
get some work done with Jungkook around he just ended up pressed against the wall with an
excited Jungkook caging him in. It would be a lie to say he secretly didn’t hope that would happen
again…

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Jungkook’s voice brings Taehyung back to reality, realizing he had just been pouting and
daydreaming for several minutes now, and from the looks of it Jungkook knows exactly what
Taehyung was thinking.

“Nothing,” Taehyung mumbles out before turning his gaze back to his desk, a light blush painting
the apples of his cheeks.

“You sure?” Jungkook presses, a smug smirk playing across his features.

Taehyung nods without looking up from his papers, but he can tell Jungkook’s eyes are still on
him, no doubt admiring the blush on his features.

“Cute,” he hears the alpha mutter before pulling out some of his own homework to work on, the
two of them settling into a quiet atmosphere. They had gotten used to spending time together this
way, catching moments here and there where they could be together even if it was just to work,
like right now. But neither of them really minded.

Taehyung focuses all his mental energy on his grading, wanting to give his students assignments
his full attention as he begins breezing through the stacks of papers, and in no less than an hour,
he’s throwing down his pen, looking up to see Jungkook still comfortably seated across from him,
but now busying himself with some game on his phone.

“All done?” Jungkook asks, perking up as Taehyung moves to stand and stretch.

Taehyung nods, muffling a yawn into his hand. “Yep, all done.”

Jungkook arches an eyebrow at the tired display, patting his thighs before reaching out for the
omega. “Come here.”

Taehyung slowly rounds the desk, coming to a stop between the alpha’s parted legs before
Jungkook is running his hands up and down his back in long, soothing strokes, nearly pulling a
groan from Taehyung.

“Are you tired, pup?” Jungkook questions with mild concern in his eyes, noticing for the first time
today the little bags under Taehyung’s eyes and his hunched shoulders, no doubt heavy from sitting
at a desk all day.

“Just a little,” Taehyung quietly mumbles as he steadies himself with his hands on Jungkook’s
shoulders, going pliant under the alpha’s firm touches and deep voice.

Jungkook slips a hand under the hem of Taehyung’s button down, rubbing circles at his lower back
as the omega leans more of his weight on him. “

“My pretty omega works too much,” Jungkook mumbles against Taehyung’s chest before pulling
the omega down onto his lap.

Goosebumps erupt over Taehyung’s skin as Jungkook’s hot hands splay over his back, working out
all the built up tension and exhaustion settled in his body. He throws his arms around the alpha’s
neck, nuzzling his face into the younger’s scent glands as he takes deep breaths in, physically
feeling all his worries slip away under Jungkook’s ministrations.

They sit like that for a few minutes, Jungkook fussing over Taehyung as the omega basks in the
attention, preening in the alpha’s lap.

“Gukkie, kiss me,” Taehyung shyly requests, his now stormy blue eyes meeting Jungkook’s garnet
red ones.

Jungkook doesn’t waste a second on giving Taehyung what he wants, hugging the omega closer in
his lap as he kisses Taehyung for all he’s worth. He’s come to cherish every moment he can with
the elder, never really knowing when they would get more time together. It just makes it that much
more special.

Jungkook moves a hand to wrap around Taehyung’s nape, gently massaging the soft skin there as
he guides the omega into a deeper kiss.

It starts off soft, both of them reveling in the feeling, but of course it doesn’t last for long. Soon
enough Taehyung is opening his mouth for more, licking and nibbling at Jungkook’s lower lip
when the alpha doesn’t deepen the kiss.

“Gukkie--” Taehyung whines, a pout on his lips and his cheeks pink, “--more.

Jungkook smirks at the other’s neediness, loving how submissive and demanding the omega got in
these little moments, wanting nothing more than for him to take control.

“Shhh-” Jungkook coos, pressing another peck to Taehyung’s spit slicked lips, “--you’re so
impatient.”

Taehyung quietly whimpers at the sound of the alpha’s deep voice, his body thrumming with
energy like it always did when Jungkook was around.

“Please,” Taehyung breathes out, threading his ring clad fingers through Jungkook’s dark hair,
tugging minutely when the alpha doesn’t respond.

The small movement is all it takes to get Jungkook to spring into action, leaning forward to capture
Taehyung’s mouth in a passionate kiss.

Taehyung practically sees stars when Jungkook sinks his tongue into his mouth, dominating the
kiss and leaving the omega limp and dazed in his arms.

A loud whine falls from Taehyung’s lips when Jungkook pulls him forward by his neck, not letting
up for even a second as he ravages Taehyung’s mouth in a messy slide of lips.

“You can’t do that, pup. You gotta be quiet,” Jungkook grunts out between deep breaths, looping
an arm around Taehyung’s slim waist to bring their bodies closer together if that was possible.

Taehyung nods against Jungkook, his shoulders shaking from the force of his breaths and the
pleasure clouding his head.

“S-sorry, alpha,” he lets out breathlessly, pulling a low, barely controlled growl from Jungkook.

“Fuck--” Jungkook grunts out, shifting in his seat when Taehyung’s weight brushes his quickly
hardening length.

A gasp falls from Taehyung’s parted lips when he feels the outline of Jungkook’s cock against his
thigh, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as he moves to throw a leg over Jungkook so he’s
straddling the alpha. Taehyung wiggles closer until his ass is seated over Jungkook’s hard on, and
the alpha is muttering curses into his ear.

“ Fuck --Taehyung--” Jungkook grips the elder’s hips roughly, keeping Taehyung from moving his
ass on top of him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Taehyung looks up at the alpha with bright eyes, a devious glint in them when he presses his
weight down again, grinding hard against Jungkook.

“I just really want you,” the omega answers cutely, like he’s not grinding on top of the alpha in the
middle of his office in a college of all places.

“We can’t here baby, not right now,” Jungkook struggles to get out, a groan spilling past his lips
when Taehyung leans back to roll his hips down.

“I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

Jungkook chuckles sadistically to himself, “it’s not even you I’m fucking worried about.”

Taehyung preens from the praise, loving how he can make his alpha lose control so easily. He
loved Jungkook like that, all riled up and ready to take him how he wants.

“Taehyung--” Jungkook grits out, his hands gripping Taehyung’s waist as his eyes slip down the
other’s body, taking in the beautiful shape of it and just how bad he wants it.

“Okay fi--”

A ring cuts off Jungkook’s words, the loud buzzing coming from his phone sitting on top of
Taehyung’s desk, effectively snapping Jungkook out of his pheromone induced haze.

“Let me see who it is,” Jungkook whispers between them before reaching to grab the device, a
groan falling from his lips when he sees Namjoon-hyung across the screen.

“Fuck I gotta take this,” Jungkook mumbles out, throwing the disappointed omega in his lap an
apologetic look.

“No, don’t,” Taehyung whines, giving the alpha his best puppy eyes.

“It’s Namjoon, if he’s calling it’s probably important.”

Taehyung nods in understanding, his eyes lowering to somewhere between them as Jungkook
answers the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Guk! Are you still in class?” Namjoon’s deep voice rings across the line, the question
making Jungkook’s heart beat uncomfortably in his chest considering his current position.

Taehyung raises his head when he hears the question, his eyes wide with fear.

Why is Namjoon asking?

“No, I’m done. Why?” Jungkook keeps his voice calm, knowing that if Namjoon knew he
probably wouldn’t sound so cheerful.

“Can you stop by my office? There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Okay, now he’s freaking out.

“Uh sure. I’ll be there soon.”

Taehyung nearly falls out of his lap when he hears the words over the line, the omega flipping out.
Which is understandable.

Because so is Jungkook.

“Oh my god, he knows!” Taehyung whisper-shouts, panic swirling in his eyes as his scent goes
sour with fear.

“No no it’s okay,” Jungkook tries to calm the omega, reaching out to hold Taehyung in place
before he breaks something.

“Jungkook, he literally told you to go to his office! He must know! Oh my god this is the end.”

“Hey, baby--” Jungkook coos, hugging Taehyung against him, “--it’s gonna be okay. I really don’t
think he knows ‘cause he sounded pretty happy to me. It’s probably just something about Jin-
hyung.”

Taehyung nods frantically, “yeah, yeah you’re right. It’ll be fine. I mean he didn’t ask for me so--”

“See? It’s okay.” Jungkook presses a kiss to Taehyung’s forehead, doing his best to mask his own
fear at being outed. The last thing in the world he wanted is to lose Taehyung, or worse, for
Taehyung to get into trouble because of him .

“I’ll call you when I find out what it’s about. Don’t worry, Tae.” With that Jungkook parts with
another chaste kiss, feeling awful about leaving Taehyung in such a worried state, but he couldn’t
keep Namjoon waiting.

He throws one last smile over his shoulder before letting the door shut behind him, a deep sigh
escaping his lips as he begins to make his way to Namjoon’s office.

Jungkook couldn’t lie… he was scared shitless. He kept up a tough front for Taehyung, not
wanting the elder to worry any more than he already was, but Jungkook would be lying to himself
if he acted like nothing was wrong.

Every step he takes feels like a step closer to his doom, his feet feeling like blocks of metal as he
pushes open the door to the administrative building.

He thinks about just running for it, making a grand escape with Taehyung while there’s still time,
but he forces himself to keep going, forces himself to turn the doorknob to the office door when he
hears a deep “come in” from the other side.

“Hey hyung,” Jungkook chokes out, a pained smile on his face as he tries to look as nonchalant as
humanly possible.

“Hey Jungkook, I’ll be done in just a second,” Namjoon answers without looking up from his
desktop screen, the bright white screen reflecting in the glasses settled on the tip of the alpha’s
nose.

Jungkook swallows, settling himself in the leather chair in front of Namjoon’s desk. For some
reason the office looks so much more intimidating today, even Namjoon looks scary as hell despite
the soft smile decorating his features when he looks up.

God, get it together.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon questions, taking his glasses off before settling them on the desk in
front of him.
Jungkook wishes he had just left him on. The alpha’s sharp eyes feel like they’re boring into his
soul, able to read everything on Jungkook’s mind. But he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jungkook shrugs, “what is it you wanted to see me about?”

Namjoon furrows his eyebrows minutely before folding his arms, an aura of authority surrounding
him.

“When were you gonna tell me?” Comes the question, Namjoon’s gaze unwavering as he looks
into Jungkook’s.

Jungkook’s heart pounds in his chest, the beat filling his ears and nearly making him nauseous
from the force of it, but he stays relaxed somehow, only tilting his head slightly in question.

“Tell you about what?”

The silence after the question is charged with dread, Jungkook mentally preparing himself for what
was about to come. Every second that ticked by felt like a year as he waited for the inevitable.

“About your dance show coming up! It’s literally next week and you didn’t even say anything!”
Namjoon answers with a bright smile on his face, his dimples poking out adorably as he regards
the younger with fondness.

Jungkook practically deflates at his words, relief like he’s never felt before flooding his system as a
dry chuckle spills past his lips.

He could actually cry tears of joy right now.

“Oh right, yeah uh-” Jungkook is at a loss for words for a moment, letting his brain catch up with
the fact he’s not about to have his life ruined. “I was gonna tell you guys about it soon, I just kept
forgetting,” Jungkook quickly lies, putting on a bright smile to distract from his obvious relief.

If Namjoon notices his weird behavior he doesn’t comment, instead returning the younger’s smile
with his own. “That’s okay, you must be stressed right now since exams are about to start.”

“Yes that’s it. It’s just been a hard semester,” Jungkook hurriedly agrees.

“Well don’t stress yourself out too much,” Namjoon chuckles, his familiar deep laugh settling
some of the nerves Jungkook was still experiencing. “You should probably sleep more or
something, you look a little rough, Guk.”

“Yeah well… gotta get good grades or my dad will hand the business off to someone else so-”
Jungkook jokes in an attempt to ease his own tension.

Namjoon waves a hand in the air, “well still, make sure you get enough rest. After all, Jin will kill
both of us if you pass out during your dance or something.”

A fond smile pulls at Jungkook’s features, grateful for his friends who care so much about him. “I
will, I swear.”

“Good. Now get out of here and go relax, you smell so anxious it’s starting to give me a
headache,” Namjoon laughs, no real malice behind his words.

Jungkook chuckles awkwardly, running a hand through his hair before moving to stand, “oh sorry--
uh… bye hyung!”
Jungkook waves before bolting out of the office, a little embarrassed that his scent had given him
away, but it doesn’t matter anymore. He’s just happy that him and Taehyung are safe.

Well… at least for now.

“Fuck,” Taehyung gasps out, his mouth going a little slack as his eyes widen, unable to look away
from the vision in front of him.

He takes a timid step into the room, the air inside warm and filled with the scent of the lone alpha
currently dancing. The smell makes Taehyung’s gut curl with want, his head feeling pleasantly
light as he walks further into the mirror lined studio.

It takes Jungkook a moment to notice him, the younger so focused and lost in the music as he
dances in a pair of sweats and a very loose tank top, which Taehyung secretly appreciates.

He moves to lean against the back wall, patiently waiting for Jungkook to finish the complicated
routine. It’s not like he minded anyway, not when he got glimpses of the alpha’s toned chest and
strong arms as he twists his body to beating music. The dance is hot, accentuating Jungkook’s
strong movements and highlighting his intense demeanor as he makes eye contact with Taehyung
in the mirror.

The dark gaze suddenly on him has Taehyung’s breaths coming out heavier, his chest tightening
and heartbeat elevating when Jungkook’s eyes don’t move from his throughout the rest of the
whole dance. It’s as if the alpha’s gaze pins him in place, making him unable to move as he
watches with rapt attention.

Taehyung enjoys every second of the impromptu show, pride swirling in his chest at his alpha
doing so well.

Soon enough the music is dying down, and Jungkook is making his way towards the awestruck
omega, beads of sweat glistening on his skin as strands of his dark hair stick to his forehead.

Taehyung can’t remember a time the alpha has looked any hotter. His scent is so strong like this,
his eyes dark and wild as he sidles up to the omega.

Taehyung can’t control himself when he throws his arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying his face
in his neck to inhale that intense, musky scent he loves so much.

A chuckles parts Jungkook’s lips at the gesture, finding Taehyung’s antics adorable.

“What are you doing? I’m sweaty as fuck,” Jungkook smiles, hugging the omega closer against
him despite his words.

“You smell the best like this,” Taehyung mumbles into the skin of his neck, shamelessly basking
in the feeling of having Jungkook so close. He had long forgotten any shyness he felt around the
alpha.

Jungkook arches an eyebrow at the information, surprised but pleased.

He takes a step forward, gently caging Taehyung between his body and the wall. “Is that so?”
Taehyung nods, lifting his head to meet Jungkook’s chocolate brown eyes, flecks of red sparkling
in them every now and then under the lights of the dance studio.

“How did you know I was here?” Jungkook questions, breaking the pregnant silence between them.
The way Taehyung was looking at him right now had thoughts running through his head that
shouldn’t be.

“You weren’t answering my texts, that almost always means you’re here,” Taehyung answers
matter of factly. “Plus you literally always practice at this time every week so that helps.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at the omega, a smile pulling at his lips. Leave it to Taehyung to remember
all the little details.

“Well we can get out of here if you want. I just have to lock up and drop the key off at the desk
then--”

“No no, it’s okay,” Taehyung cuts off the younger. “I--I wanna watch you practice… if it doesn’t
bother you?”

Jungkook tilts his head minutely, furrowing his eyebrows at the adorable request from the omega.
“You wanna watch me dance?”

Taehyung shakes his head excitedly, his eyes lighting up at the thought. “Yes!”

The alpha shrugs, the tattoos lining his arm glistening under the lights, earning a sigh from
Taehyung.

“Well that’s fine with me. Just tell me if you get bored.”

Taehyung nearly bursts out laughing from the ridiculous comment.

Like he could ever get bored of watching Jungkook dance.

“Trust me, I won’t get bored.” Taehyung winks mischievously, pulling a sigh from the younger.

“I bet.”

Jungkook pulls away from the omega, a smirk on his features before he goes to start the music
once again.

Taehyung leans against the wall, breathless from absolutely nothing but the effect Jungkook has on
him.

The alpha starts the routine again, this one different from the one Taehyung had seen at the
beginning of the semester. Jungkook’s movements are more calculated somehow, even more
precise and fluid than they had been those months ago. Taehyung can tell he’s improved if that was
even possible, and the sight captivates him. His eyes follow Jungkook as he moves throughout the
space, and Taehyung really tries not to notice the moments where the younger’s shirt rides up,
revealing his toned abs. Or the times when his arms flex just right, highlighting the prominent
tattoos and muscles.

“Fuck,” Taehyung sighs to himself for the second time that night, fighting the almost
uncontrollable urge to walk up to the alpha and get what he so badly wants.

But he can’t, not now. Not at school .

So he contents himself with watching the routine again, then again and again. Until Jungkook’s
chest is heaving as he takes a break, sweat once again covering his body.

The alpha grabs a water bottle off of the floor before tossing his head back to gulp down the liquid,
and god help Taehyung. He just sits there watching as the muscles in the alpha’s neck flex, how
his chest heaves against the damp shirt sticking to his chest.

It has Taehyung squeezing his legs together, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to compose himself,
but when he opens them again Jungkook is looking right at him, the younger’s eyes piercing into
his soul.

Taehyung cocks his head, throwing Jungkook a quizzical expression, which only pulls a smirk
from the other. “What is it?”

“Your scent,” Jungkook nearly rumbles out, his eyes going darker minutely as he takes in
Taehyung’s state. How the omega’s legs are squeezed together, how his breathing comes out in
shaky sighs. “Are you enjoying this?”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide, his heart rate spiking in his chest. He knows that look. He’s seen that
same, intense gaze in the alpha’s eyes many times by this point, and Taehyung knows what usually
follows.

“Well--yeah…” Taehyung answers quietly, looking away at some random wall to try and escape
the suffocating heat threatening to consume him. But it was already too late.

Jungkook makes his way towards the entrance to the dance studio, turning the lock into place and
checking the handle before turning his now burning eyes on Taehyung.

Even from here Taehyung can see the red glowing in Jungkook’s eyes, the flecks in his irises
looking like the dying embers of a fire. It sends a shiver through Taehyung’s body, some part of
him knowing this isn’t a good idea but he doesn’t care enough anymore. He was always cautious
with Jungkook, always taking care to not give them away and stay professional, but that’s not what
he wanted to do right now.

His senses get more and more overwhelmed with every step Jungkook takes towards him, and
without him even realizing it, Taehyung starts walking towards him too, not stopping until his arms
are thrown around Jungkook’s neck and their lips are moving against each other.

Taehyung mewls into the kiss, pleasure flooding his system as he pulls the alpha as close as he
can.

Jungkook wraps his arms tightly around Taehyung’s waist, wasting no time in moving his hands to
knead the soft flesh of the omega’s ass.

Taehyung lets his hands run down the hard muscle of Jungkook’s chest, loving how he can feel the
younger flexing underneath his palms as Jungkook pushes him against one of the many mirrors
lining the walls.

Taehyung barely registers the cool glass against his skin, not when he’s busy focusing on the
feeling of Jungkook ravaging his neck, sucking marks into his skin as he keeps a bruising grip on
Taehyung’s ass.

Taehyung arches into the feeling, throwing his head back as Jungkook lightly runs his teeth over
the sensitive skin over his scent glands. It has the omega shaking underneath his touch, the primal
part of him wanting so bad for the alpha to claim him.
But Jungkook keeps moving down, pressing open mouthed kisses along the omega’s sternum,
earning several more muffled whimpers from the elder.

A smirk pulls at the corners of Jungkook’s mouth as he focuses on making Taehyung feel good, on
worshipping the perfect omega he has underneath him.

“I wanna fuck you against these mirrors, pup,” Jungkook rumbles out, his voice deep and wrecked
from his arousal. “You can finally see how pretty you look when you take my cock.”

Taehyung can’t control the moan that falls from his lips at the thought, at the promise in
Jungkook’s words as his icy blue eyes meet flaming red ones.

Taehyung doesn’t even think about the answer, nodding his head violently as he mutters out a
“yes.”

Jungkook hums pleased, before ripping open the button up Taehyung is wearing, a growl ripping
through his throat when he sees Taehyung’s chest and soft tummy in front of him. It was a sight he
would never get used to.

Jungkook dips his head back down, laving his tongue over the skin of Taehyung’s nipple before
sucking harshly.

“ Ahh-- fuck--Guk,” Taehyung chokes out, head thrown back against the glass as he threads his
fingers through the damp strands of Jungkook’s hair, tugging everytime his body spasms from the
pleasure coursing through his system, which only spurs the alpha on.

A growl rips through Jungkook’s throat at the feeling of Taehyung’s tugging, prompting him to lift
his head and reconnect their lips in a heated kiss. Jungkook quickly licks past the seam of
Taehyung’s lips, the omega granting him access instantly as he presses him harder against the
mirror.

They pull apart, panting into each other’s mouths before Jungkook winds an arm around the
omega, roughly flipping Taehyung around to face the mirror.

“We’re gonna have to make this quick, pup. Can you be good for me?” Jungkook mumbles into
Taehyung’s ear, their eyes meeting in reflection.

“Yes--yes I’ll be good,” Taehyung gasps out, keeping his eyes on Jungkook.

The alpha presses a much too sweet kiss to Taehyung’s cheek before pulling the omega’s pants
down roughly, letting the material pool around his knees before he’s undoing the tie on his own
sweatpants.

Taehyung braces his hands against the mirror, his eyes following every movement from the alpha
as he tugs their pants down, pulling a gasp from Taehyung when the cool air hits the overheated
skin of his ass.

Jungkook weaves a hand in between Taehyung’s legs, feeling how wet the omega already is as he
circles his finger around the omega’s sweet spot.

Taehyung can feel the slick start to trail down his inner thighs as Jungkook pushes a finger past his
entrance, making Taehyung double over in pleasure, his nails scraping against the spotless mirrors.

Jungkook winds an arm around his waist, pulling the omega up. “No, baby. I want you to look at
yourself as I fuck you,” Jungkook rasps out, pressing in a second finger.
Taehyung scrunches his eyes shut at the feeling, letting his head fall back against Jungkook’s
shoulder as the alpha pumps his fingers inside of him, causing more slick spill from his hole.

“Can you do that for me? I want you to see how pretty you look.” Jungkook punctuates his words
with adding another finger, now stretching Taehyung around three fingers as he mumbles praises
into his ear.

Taehyung can only nod, too focused on just staying standing as Jungkook makes his body light up
in pleasure. But he wants to please the alpha, so he braces himself against the mirror again, looking
at himself for the first time that night. He can see everything like this. He can see the color in his
skin and his piercing blue eyes, how his lips are swollen and pink and his legs shake as Jungkook
keeps up his ministrations.

Taehyung barely recognizes himself.

He keeps watching, his eyes flitting to Jungkook’s every once in a while to anchor himself. He
takes in the scene, how he can see his whole body, and Jungkook’s behind him. How the other
mirrors reflect different angles that give him multiple views to what they were doing, and god, it’s
so fucking hot.

Taehyung would be lying if he said he didn’t love being able to see everything, he felt like he
could appreciate it more this way. And when he feels the alpha line himself up with his hole,
Taehyung takes a deep breath and watches as Jungkook fills him up.

The alpha presses in to the hilt, pulling a strangled whine from Taehyung before he’s pulling back
out to the tip and slamming back in, immediately setting a bruising pace.

A series of moans and whines fall from Taehyung’s lips, unable to control himself when everything
feels so heightened. He looks at himself as Jungkook pounds into him from behind, how his
eyebrows furrow and his mouth falls open. But seeing Jungkook is even better.

The alpha holds him by his hips, pulling Taehyung’s ass back to meet his thrusts as he hits the
omega’s prostate every time. Taehyung watches with rapt attention at how Jungkook’s eyes dilate,
the embers now a full blown fire in his eyes as he’s spurred on by his instincts. His thrusts are
powerful, pushing Taehyung’s body back and forth even with him bracing himself, but god does he
love it.

Taehyung does his best not to look away the entire time, not wanting to miss a moment, but the
pleasure in his system gets unbearable, threatening to flood his system at any second.

Jungkook can tell the omega is getting close. He quickens his pace, chasing his own orgasm as he
starts to pump Taehyung in his hand.

The omega’s head falls as he tries to hold himself up, his legs feeling numb and his arms tired. And
when he comes into Jungkook’s hand the alpha has to hold his shaking body, one arm wound
around Taehyung while the other presses against the mirror in front of them.

Taehyung tightens around him, making it difficult for Jungkook to even move as his thrusts a few
more times until his spilling his load inside Taehyung, fucking them both through it.

They stand there for a minute, catching their breath and coming down from the intense high.
Jungkook places a few chaste kisses against Taehyung’s shoulder blades, murmuring sweet praises
against his skin before pulling out of the omega.

A whine leaves Taehyung at the feeling, not at all wanting to separate from the alpha and not liking
the feeling of slick and cum dripping down his thighs.

“Fuck--fuck you were so good, baby,” Jungkook coos when a quiet whine escapes Taehyung,
comforting the needy omega.

He pulls away, quickly running to his gym bag before returning with a towel in hand.

“Come here, let's get you cleaned up.” Jungkook carefully cleans up the mess, even going as far as
to wipe down the mirror once Taehyung is taken care of. A satisfied smile paints Jungkook’s
expression when he notices how fucked out the other is, only mumbling something about bed and
food.

“Let’s get out of here before we get busted,” Jungkook jokes, moving to pack up all of his stuff.

He hears a faint laughter from behind him as he’s throwing his things into his bag, turning around
to see the omega chuckling to himself quietly.

“What is it?”

Taehyung waves a hand in the air, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. “We actually just fucked
in Hobi’s dance studio. He’s gonna kill me,” Taehyung laughs, finding the whole situation rather
ridiculous but funny.

Jungkook smiles, secretly relieved that the omega wasn’t having any regrets. “Yeah, we’ll tell him
in a couple of decades.”

Taehyung snaps his eyes up to Jungkook’s, something close to surprise in them. “You’ll still be
with me then?”

Jungkook freezes, realizing what he just said.

Fuck it.

“I really really hope so.”

“Good, I hope so too.”

They really shouldn’t have fucked in the studio, Jungkook thinks to himself for the hundreth time
that week. It was becoming a problem honestly. Every time he showed up to dance class the
thought of how Taehyung had looked play in his mind like a mantra, making it impossible to
focus.

More than once his eyes have drifted off to the side of the room during practice, a smirk pulling at
his lips when he remembers what they did, how the omega had looked pressed against the wall as
he--

“So are we good for tonight?” Hoseok’s voice cuts into Jungkook’s thoughts as he approaches the
entrance to the dance studio.

“Yeah, I finished all my work just for this!”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, pausing just as he was about to round the corner to walk into the
studio.

Taehyung?

Jungkook peeks around the door frame, catching sight of Taehyung and Hoseok talking in the
studio, a smile on both of their faces. They’re alone in the room, the students long gone from the
class that had ended not ten minutes ago.

Jungkook doesn’t know why but he doesn’t walk in, his curiosity piqued at whatever they were
talking about.

“Good,” Hoseok chirps, “I’ll pick you up around 8.”

“Sounds good,” Taehyung says before adjusting the heavy bag slung over his shoulder, coat in
hand as he makes to leave for the day.

Jungkook hides around the corner, ready to scare the omega for fun and maybe even sneak a few
kisses, until--

“Wait!” Hoseok’s voice pipes up once again, pulling an eye roll from Jungkook. “Can I ask you
something? It’s not a big deal and it’s honestly really dumb but I’m just kinda curious and--”

“What is it?” Comes Taehyung’s monotonous response, knowing how Hobi could ramble when
he’s nervous, but the omega can’t imagine what he would be nervous about.

“You and Jungkook--”

Fuck no fuck no fuck no

Jungkook stands stock still at the alpha’s words, his stomach turning over in his gut at whatever
Hoseok was going to say next.

And Taehyung isn’t much better.

He tries to stay composed, keeping any shock or surprise out of his expression and scent as he
calmly prompts the alpha.

“Yeah?”

“It really is nothing--but like--are you guys close or something?” Hoseok tilts his head in question,
his expression scrunched up quizzically. “It’s just that I saw you two outside the cafe today and it
was just--weird… I’ve never seen Jungkook look like that before.”

Taehyung is stuck for words, unable to respond as he scrambles for some sort of explanation.
Maybe just deny it? Or say tutoring brought them closer?

No, that’s too risky, Taehyung warns himself. Settling for what seems like the best option.

Laugh it off.

“Are you serious right now?” Taehyung laughs, looking at the alpha like he’s gone insane. “That’s
the funniest shit I’ve ever heard.”

Jungkook nearly winces at the bite in Taehyung’s words, his tone condescending and his acting
way too good. It hurts to hear. Even if Jungkook knows Taehyung doesn't mean it, it still hurts to
 hear.

Jungkook tells himself to walk away, to not listen to the rest of the conversation, but it’s like he
can’t look away from an impending explosion, his feet rooted to the spot as Taehyung goes on.

“I know you wouldn’t do anything, but damn Tae didn’t you notice how he was looking at you. I
don’t know Jungkook that well but he looked like a lovesick puppy or something,” Hoseok jokes,
trying to lighten the odd tension that’s settled in the room.

Taehyung feigns an innocent smile, his chest tight and his heart telling him to shut the fuck up but
his lips are moving before he even realizes what’s happening, desperate to deter his friend from the
truth.

A fake laugh falls from Taehyung’s lips, it sounds mocking even to his own ears. “Yeah, I don’t
think so. I swear that kid doesn’t care about anything but himself.. He’s literally always such an
asshole.”

Hoseok furrows his eyebrows at the omega’s remark, finding it odd that Taehyung was talking
about someone like this. It wasn’t like him to act so--fake?

“Well… nevermind then. I think he’s a good kid, maybe just a bit immature. Forget I mentioned it
though,” Hoseok waves off the conversation like he’s trying to shoo away the bad energy. The
atmosphere feels weird and he doesn’t like it all.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll see you later,” Taehyung turns to leave, waving goodbye over his shoulder as he
makes his way out the door. He feels like he can barely breathe, and not from the nervousness. His
heart physically hurts, like he’s just done something terrible to someone he loves, and really? He
supposes he has. Taehyung regrets saying any of it, it all just happened so fast.

He rounds the corner to leave, being met with nothing but an empty hallway and a terrible feeling
that something was wrong.

But Taehyung does his best to shrug off the feeling, continuing down the long hall and out of the
building, telling himself over and over it wasn’t Jungkook’s faint scent he was smelling. There’s no
way it was Jungkook. He would have known if the alpha was there, right?

But deep down, Taehyung knows.

Jungkook heard everything.

Chapter End Notes

OOOO what's gonna happen???? Sometimes we ask each other that when we're
writing and then we remember we decide what happens lol. Do not worry everyone,
this story will end 100% happy we do not do sad shit! Anyway, we are officially one
chapter away from the end! It was originally supposed to be 9 but the outline changed.
Thank you everyone for your support thus far and stay tuned for the last chapter :')

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Taehyung can’t breathe, or more so, feels like he can’t breathe. His heart pounds in his chest like
galloping horses against a racetrack, his thoughts unfocused as he tries to give his full attention to
preparing for class.

Students begin to trickle into the classroom a few minutes before the start of lecture, and every
time the door squeaks open Taehyung’s eyes snap up at the sound, secretly hoping that Jungkook
walks in. And every time, Taehyung is left bitterly disappointed.

It’s only been a grand total of two days, but two days without hearing anything from Jungkook feels
like a lifetime to Taehyung. He misses the alpha so much, had texted and called a million times
just to never get a response. In the past Taehyung wouldn’t have classified himself as the clingy
type, but now? God… it’s almost painful not seeing the other.

A minute before class is supposed to start, Taehyung stands from his desk to face the class, a
beautiful fake smile on his face and notes in hand as he announces the topic for the day.

He tries his best to ignore the vacant seat up front, already trying to make himself accept the fact
he wouldn’t be seeing Jungkook today.

Until the scent hits him, the overwhelmingly strong, musky scent of the alpha that has Taehyung
stopping his introduction mid sentence.

He lifts his eyes to see Jungkook practically dragging his feet to make his way towards the front,
but the alpha is different today. His head isn’t held high like it normally is, his body isn’t standing
up straight and his face is almost completely covered by a big, dark hoodie hanging off of his
frame.

It barely looks like Jungkook… but Taehyung wouldn’t mistake his scent for anything. His chest
aches as he watches the defeated looking alpha plop down in his usual seat before taking out his
notes, not even bothering to look up to see whatever artwork was being introduced today.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, telling himself to be grateful Jungkook even showed up, but
somehow, he thinks this would be easier if he hadn’t seen the younger at all.

“So as we approach our final exam I’ll start reviewing previous covered material to hopefully
refresh your memories--” Taehyung starts, going into full teacher mode as he does his best to
actually provide some quality of learning.

The next hour and a half goes by in a flash, probably because Taehyung is so distracted, so hell
bent on talking as much as possible to prevent his mind from drifting somewhere else. But soon
enough he’s dismissing the class and the sick feeling in his gut is back full force when he lets his
gaze settle on the alpha sitting up front, sluggishly packing up his things while his eyes look at
nothing in particular.

You can do it you can do it-- Taehyung mentally pep talks himself before slowly walking up to the
younger, almost like he’s afraid if he moves too quickly he’ll scare Jungkook away.

“Jungkook--” Taehyung breathes out, his voice coming out in a quiet whisper. The omega scans
the room, watching as the remaining bit of the students finally leave the lecture hall.

“Please say something,” Taehyung pleads after a few silent moments, watching with wide eyes as
the alpha continues to pack up his stuff like he heard nothing.

“I have to go,” Jungkook grunts out as he moves to stand, purposefully looking anywhere but at
Taehyung.

A familiar burn settles at the back of Taehyung’s throat, his eyes beginning to water with the
telltale signs of tears. “Guk--” comes Taehyung’s shaky voice in one last desperate attempt to get
the alpha to talk to him. Taehyung raises an arm to catch the back of Jungkook’s hoodie, his grip
loose but firm as he gently tugs on the material.

Jungkook stops in his tracks, his back turned to the omega as a shaky exhale passes his lips.

Taehyung takes the opportunity to say something, anything to try and fix the damage. “I didn’t
mean a word of it. I just panicked ‘cause I thought Hoseok knew,” Taehyung rushes out, knowing
the lame excuse isn’t good enough. He would be devastated too if he heard Jungkook say such
terrible things about him.

Another phrase gets caught in his throat, the words so desperately trying to escape as Taehyung
stammers for what to say. He wants to say them, wants to let the younger know how much he
didn’t mean what he said, but now isn’t the time. He didn’t want to tell Jungkook this way.

So he swallows the three little words down, instead fixing his gaze on Jungkook’s shoulder blades,
watching the alpha take shallow breaths and praying he actually says something.

“I know, Taehyung,” Jungkook’s low voice cuts through the tension like a knife, making a tremble
run through Taehyung’s body. “But you’re right--” Jungkook turns to face Taehyung, their eyes
meeting for the first time in days, and Taehyung can tell Jungkook has been crying.

“--but you were right anyway. I’m not worth risking your career over, so maybe we should just--”

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence,” Taehyung interjects, fear now taking the place of
sadness. He doesn’t want to lose Jungkook, he refuses to let something like this ruin what they
have.

Jungkook’s eyes soften as he looks at the omega, struck by the other’s pure beauty despite how sad
he looks. Jungkook’s instincts scream at him to comfort the distressed omega, noticing how his
scent is getting more and more sour with anxiety. Nothing would make him happier than to pull the
omega close and tell him how much he cares for him. Or maybe… how much he loves him.

But Jungkook resists the urge, his fists clenching at his sides as he forces himself to speak. “I just
don’t want to mess anything up…”

A sad smile settles across Taehyung’s features, “Jungkook, I--”

“I have to go,” Jungkook cuts Taehyung off before the omega can speak, turning to walk out of the
room before Taehyung convinces him to stay. He isn’t ready for this conversation, to be so
vulnerable with the other after his thoughts being a mess the last few days. Jungkook feels so
conflicted, he supposes he always has about the other considering their position. He doesn’t know
if he’s afraid of his own feelings, or ruining Taehyung’s career, or hurting him?

But Jungkook does know he wasn’t going to drag Taehyung down. Not if he can help it.
The alpha makes his way towards the door, doing his best to ignore the sad calls of his name from
Taehyung.

He stamps down the need to go and comfort the other, to bury his face in Taehyung’s neck and
hold him until their hearts match in pace.

Jungkook bursts out of the building, tears stinging in the corner of his eyes as he makes his way
across campus as quickly as possible.

As he climbs into his car, throwing his bag off to the side, Jungkook can feel the tightness in his
chest and lets the tears fall from his eyes, and somehow, he knows Taehyung is doing the exact
same thing.

Jungkook is stretching for probably the hundredth time that night, twisting his body at odd angles
over and over again to try and distract himself from the nerves. He never felt nervous before his
dances, had never been so tense and restless before a performance, but of course he is tonight.

Maybe it’s because he knew a certain someone was going to be watching him, or maybe he wasn’t
even the dance that was making him nervous, just the thought of seeing Taehyung again.

They still hadn’t spoken much after Jungkook had walked out in the middle of their conversation,
which he’s regretted every day since. The regret only got worse when Taehyung tried several times
to reach out to him only for Jungkook to not know what to say and end up never responding. He
didn’t know what was wrong with him. He wants Taehyung, in fact, he loves him. And that’s
exactly why Jungkook was keeping his distance, at least for another few days until the semester is
finally over and Taehyung is in less danger of getting caught.

“Guk, you ready?” Jimin interrupts his thoughts, a bright but oddly gentle smiling painting the
other’s soft features. Jimin had been nicer to him than usual lately, more gentle and comforting
every time they hung out. Jungkook doesn’t know if it’s just the omega in him or if Jimin actually
knows something, but the two never brought it up, both of them content to let Jungkook figure it
out himself.

Jungkook nods over at his best friend, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, “I guess so.”

When they walk out onto the stage, Jungkook instinctively searches for Taehyung’s face in the
crowd, but the bright lights, overwhelming scents of hundreds of wolves mingling together, and the
loud cheers fog his senses. So he gives up, letting every thought and worry leave his body as the
first notes of the music start, and he dances.

Taehyung has never seen anything as beautiful as what he was watching now. His eyes are wide
and unblinking as he follows the dancers across the stage, his gaze never leaving one person in
particular.

Taehyung’s heart catches in his throat when Jungkook’s gaze sweeps over the audience,
momentarily stopping to look directly at him. Taehyung likes to think the alpha did that on
purpose, but he knows it’s probably impossible to actually see anything on the stage. Still, his
breath comes out a little shallower for a moment as he watches the younger perfectly execute the
choreography.

The whole show goes like that, Taehyung in awe of every performance, but secretly wishing the
other dances would just end so he could see Jungkook’s solo. It isn’t long before he gets his wish,
the sharp gasp from Jin sitting next to him bringing his attention to the stage once again.

Jungkook stands in the middle, a single spotlight shining on him as his long black hair falls
beautifully in front of his eyes. Taehyung practically feels hypnotized by the sight, like he couldn’t
look away even if he wanted to.

The first notes of a soft, instrumental song begin, something very different from what Taehyung
had expected from the alpha. The dance isn’t his usual style either. Instead of the alpha’s typical
sharp and quick movements, the dance is intense but soft, his turns flowing effortlessly into the
next step that reminds Taehyung of art more than dance.

Every move of the alpha is so expressive, his body conveying a plethora of emotion that was so
different from what Taehyung had seen before as his body moves with the sound of stringed
instruments.

To say Taehyung is captivated is an understatement. As the dance winds down, the last notes
fading as Jungkook’s body calms, Taehyung can feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

He turns his face to quickly wipe them away before Jin can see, before looking up at the bowing
figure of Jungkook, a huge smile lighting up his handsome features. Taehyung wants to stand and
shout, applaud like a madman over the amazing performance. It feels like the affection he has for
the other is going to explode out of him any moment, but he holds it in like he was used to doing,
settling for a gentle clap as he smiles over Jin and Namjoon who are hollering as the alpha exits
the stage.

The show is practically over after that. The audience claps once more as all of the dancers file onto
the stage, glowing smiles decorating the faces of nearly everyone before the lights turn on and
everyone begins to leave.

Taehyung wants nothing more than to stay, to find Jungkook and hug him as he tells him how
perfect he was. But he was forcing himself to give the younger space, he knew suffocating the
alpha wouldn’t help matters at all. So he mutters out goodbyes to Jin and Namjoon, making up
some random excuse to leave when they invite him to have dinner with them and Jungkook.

“You really should come with us!” Jin insists over the noise of people talking, “I’m sure Gukkie
would actually enjoy having you along.”

Taehyung tries to smile, but it probably comes out more like a grimace. If only they knew.

“No it’s okay,” Taehyung reassures the couple. “ I have some last minute work to do anyway.”

Jin arches an eyebrow at the omega, the look a little too knowing for Taehyung’s liking.

“Well, call me if you change your mind!”

Taehyung nods, bidding the couple a goodbye before making his way out of the performance
building.
The night is freezing, the early December air nipping at his skin as he pulls his scarf snug around
his neck, sticking his hands into the pockets of his puffy jacket. The idea of walking home had
sounded nice when left, but now he just wishes he was sitting in the heated seats of his car.

The streets are dark and wet, the wind from cars driving by cold enough to be felt through the
layers of his clothes. Taehyung is shivering several minutes into the walk, and of course, it starts to
snow before he’s even halfway home.

Great.

He loves snow and all, but not at night when he’s walking alone in the freezing cold. I’m such a
fucking idiot , he thinks to himself as he pulls his jacket tighter around him.

Taehyung distracts himself with really anything as he treks through the piling up snow, telling
himself only a few more minutes until he’ll be safely at home in his warm bed. That is, until he
hears the sound of steps behind him, another set of feet making their way through the snow.

“Where are you going, beautiful?” The unfamiliar sound of an alpha’s voice breaks through the air,
making a shiver run through Taehyung that has nothing to do with the cold.

He ignores the catcall with a roll of his eyes, continuing on and hoping the guy takes a hint.

But when he glances behind him, he notices the other still walking behind him, far enough away to
not spook the omega but still too close all the same. He just wants to be left alone.

No, he doesn’t want to be alone. I wish Jungkook was here.

Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever ran faster in his life.

He had practically burst out of the building when Jin had told him Taehyung left, making up some
random excuse that he knows the other didn’t buy at all, but that didn’t matter when he found out
Taehyung was walking home alone.

Jungkook had already planned on talking to the omega, to finally straighten out things between
them. He had decided during his solo, when his eyes caught sight of Taehyung sitting in the
audience, looking up at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. Jungkook had almost
missed the steps at the rush of emotion he felt for the other in that moment, but he kept going,
determined to make it perfect for him .

The alpha had thrown on whatever sweats he had in his bag after the show was over before
pushing through the crowd to find Taehyung, only to be met with the news that Taehyung had left
alone .

That’s how he finds himself trudging through the light dusting of snow on the streets in nothing but
running shoes and some grey sweats, his hair damp from sweat and covered in snowflakes.

Jungkook jogs as fast as he can considering the slippery roads. It takes nearly a mile of running and
almost getting hit by a car three times before he spots Taehyung up ahead of him, the omega
walking oddly fast.
And then he realizes, it’s because of the guy behind Taehyung.

A growl bubbles up in Jungkook’s throat as he bolts forward, breezing past the stranger before
calling Taehyung’s name so as to not scare the other even more.

“Tae!” Jungkook gasps out as he nears the other, close enough to now smell the sour scent of
anxiety coming off of the omega.

Taehyung turns, his eyebrows furrowed cutely as blinks against the snowflakes catching on his
long eyelashes. “Jungkoo--”

Jungkook wraps the elder in his arms, not giving Taehyung the chance to say anything before he’s
nosing underneath his jaw, doing his best to scent the other despite the scarf wrapped around
Taehyung’s neck.

The omega immediately relaxes in his hold, throwing his arms over Jungkook’s shoulders before
whimpering out his name.

“Gukkie--”

“Shh it’s okay. I’m here,” Jungkook coos, looking up to see the stranger turning to leave.

Fucking asshole.

“Let’s get you home,” Jungkook says before wrapping an arm tightly around Taehyung’s shoulders
and walking forward. They weren’t very far from the omega’s apartment now, but still, he hated to
think of what could have happened.

Soon enough they’re making their way into Taehyung’s apartment. Taehyung is shaking from the
cold and fear he had just experienced, and Jungkook is practically soaked through his sweats, but
the alpha barely shows any signs of being cold.

“Come here,” Jungkook pulls the omega closer against him once they’re inside, pulling the damp
coat off of Taehyung’s long arms, revealing the elder’s shaking body.

“Fuck it’s cold,” Taehyung gasps out, a dry chuckle falling from his lips when the cold air hits his
arms.

Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief as he helps Taehyung get out of his soaked clothes. “Why
don’t you take a hot shower or something?”

Taehyung looks up at the alpha at the idea, his eyebrows knitting together, “what about you? I can
literally see through that sweatshirt.”

Even at a time like this Taehyung just had to argue, and normally Jungkook would find it
endearing, but not right now. Not when the love of his life is standing in front of him with blue
lips.

“I’m fine, I’ll just get changed or something.”

A pout settles on Taehyung’s lips as he folds his arms across his quivering torso in an attempt to
look firm. Which fails miserably, of course. “No. I’m not showering unless you go with me.”

A sigh escapes Jungkook at how fucking stubborn the other is, but he knew he was fighting a
losing battle. So he nods, intertwining their fingers before leading Taehyung to the bedroom,
muttering about his “stubborn omega.”

Despite his discomfort, a smile spreads across Taehyung’s face, happy to just have the alpha close
after what feels like an eternity.

The way Jungkook so effortlessly takes care of him makes Taehyung feel warmer already. The
alpha easily finds his favorite pair of pajama pants in the drawers, knows exactly where he keeps
everything, and god, the simple act makes Taehyung’s heart pump a little harder.

“Here.” Jungkook hands Taehyung the small stack of clothes he had collected for them, not even
having to think about where everything was kept. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to
borrow something of Taehyung’s. He had woken up in the omega’s bed late for school more times
than he cares to admit.

The two of them practically tiptoe across the hardwood floors, their feet freezing against the cold
wood as they make their way into the bathroom.

“Oh my god--” Taehyung squeaks out, biting his lip as the even colder tiles of the bathroom floor
make contact with his foot. He thinks he’s about to lose all feeling in his limbs.

A deep chuckle comes from behind him, Jungkook breezing past the omega frozen in place like
he’s completely unaffected. Which he isn’t by the way, he just pretends for Taehyung.

Jungkook quickly gets hot water running, and within a minute the two are basking under the
heavenly warm streams of water cascading over their chilled skin. Steam quickly fogs the entire
bathroom, making the air comfortably warm as Jungkook runs his fingers through Taehyung’s
blonde locks, pulling a soft hum from the omega.

Jungkook doesn’t move to do anything else, as much as he wants to lean down and kiss Taehyung
until he can’t feel his lips anymore, he doesn’t. The two still have so much to talk about and he
didn’t want to get too distracted.

So he settles for gently massaging soap into Taehyung’s light hair and down his body, smiling
when the omega lets out little moans here and there from the feeling.

He can’t help but admire Taehyung’s body as his hands move, how the dip of his back meets a tiny
waist, Taehyung’s previously pale skin now turning back to it’s normal golden color, if not a little
pink from the hot water.

Jungkook just can’t help but stare in awe at how beautiful the other is. It never fails to make his
heart race and body thrum with energy.

His body moves without him thinking when he leans down to press a gentle kiss to Taehyung’s
shoulder, relishing in the sweet scent that fills his nose from Taehyung and the body wash.

A soft sigh parts Taehyung’s lips at the feeling. He lets his head fall to the side out of habit, giving
the alpha complete access to his neck.

And Jungkook is only a weak man. He hums against Taehyung’s honey skin, moving to press
another kiss against the column of his neck as he wraps his arms tighter around Taehyung.

The two stand like that for a while, content to let the warm water run over them and feel each other
so close. It gets rid of all their previous anxieties, like nothing had even happened between them to
begin with.
They stay like that until the heat of the water starts to fade, pulling an annoyed groan from
Taehyung.

Jungkook just laughs from behind him, letting the omega go as the water starts to get colder and
colder.

“Wait, we have to wash your hair!” Taehyung nearly shouts before he darts for the bottle of
shampoo.

Before Jungkook can even respond he’s being assaulted with soapy hands running through his hair
at breakneck speed. “Oh my god, Tae!”

Taehyung laughs as Jungkook practically flails at the cool water running over him and his long hair
covers his eyes and soap drips down his back. Taehyung thinks that moment Jungkook looks more
like a wet cat than an alpha wolf.

And he starts laughing all over again.

Jungkook quickly rinses the insane amount of bubbles off of himself before dragging them both out
of the shower, sending a glare at hysterically laughing Taehyung clutching his stomach.

“I’m so sorry--” Taehyung gasps between laughs, “--you just looked so confused it was so funny!”

Jungkook fights back the urge to smile along with the omega, which doesn’t work at all when he
sees the other’s big, boxy grin.

God why is he so beautiful.

“I take such good care of you and this is what I get,” Jungkook feigns a pout, throwing a towel over
his own head to get all the excess water out of his hair.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung sighs as he wipes away imaginary tears from his eyes.

“Sure,” Jungkook smiles before throwing a towel over Taehyung’s head. “Now get dried off. You
have to warm me up after making me stand in that cold water.”

Taehyung pulls the towel over his head, a glint in his eyes, and Jungkook already knows he’s
messed up.

“Oh, I can definitely warm you up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, throwing on the biggest t-shirt he could find of Taehyung’s. “You know I
didn’t mean that .”

“Sure.”

The two get dressed quickly, and after what he feels like forever, the two are cuddled up under a
blanket on the couch, hot chocolate hand and a warmth settled in both of their chests.

But Jungkook knows the thing he’s dreaded is coming. He knew they were going to have to talk, to
make sure they were on the same page. Especially now that the semester was technically over.

It’s not that he didn’t want to talk things out, Jungkook just always felt like he did such a horrible
job of explaining things, never knowing how to put his emotions into words. It had never been a
problem before, not until Taehyung, until he had such overwhelming feelings for the other he
didn’t know what to do.
But he’s ready now. Taehyung means everything to him.

“So…” Taehyung starts, looking at the alpha unsurely as he takes a sip of his hot chocolate.
“You’re not gonna run away again if I bring up what happened, right?”

A soft smile pulls at Jungkook’s lips, finding the timid question kind of adorable. “I won’t. I
promise.”

Taehyung smiles, “okay good, because you have to know I didn’t mean that stupid shit! I really
don’t even know why I said it ‘cause I swear it’s not true at all I was literally just pulling shit out of
my ass so please don’t be mad Gukkie I swear--”

Jungkook leans forward, cutting off Taehyung’s rambling with a gentle peck to his soft lips. “Baby
I promise I’m not angry, it’s okay,” Jungkook whispers into the air between them, showing the
omega a soft smile to soothe his worrying a little.

Taehyung looks up at him with wide eyes, an unsure expression taking the place of worry.
“Then… why wouldn’t you speak to me? I thought you were having second thought or maybe you
didn’t want this anymore--”

“No,” Jungkook angles his body to face Taehyung’s on the couch, taking the hot chocolate out of
Taehyung’s hands to set it on the coffee table in front of them. “I’ve always wanted you, Tae. It
wasn’t about that at all. I just-- I realized what a huge risk you were taking for me and I just got
really overwhelmed with how much I lo--”

Jungkook stops himself, realizing what he was about to say.

Taehyung is sitting there expectantly, his eyebrows furrowed cutely with his blonde fluffy hair
falling in beautiful waves over his dark eyebrows. And Jungkook wonders in that moment, why is
he stopping himself from telling Taehyung?

He should be telling Taehyung everyday how much he loves him, how much the other means to
him even if it hasn’t been a huge span of time. Jungkook wants to tell everyone really, but his fear
of them being separated always stood in his way, but not now.

“Overwhelmed with what?” Taehyung asks with concern swirling in those golden eyes, so
beautiful and so receptive to everything Jungkook is trying to express.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathes out, pulling Taehyung a little closer against him underneath the
blanket. “It’s overwhelming how much I love you, Taehyung.”

Taehyung’s eyes go wider as he blinks up at the alpha, shocked by the sincerity behind Jungkook’s
words. He understood exactly what the younger was saying, because he felt the same.

The words sound so beautiful falling from Jungkook’s lips, like they made everything fall into
place, the world stilling around them as Taehyung replays it in his head.

“Really?” Taehyung gasps out, short of breath from the joy exploding inside of him.

Jungkook nods, a smile now evident on his features, “god yes, I love you so much, baby.”

That’s all Taehyung needs to hear to have him springing into action. He leans up, wrapping his
arms around Jungkook’s broad back before pressing their lips together. The kiss is gentle, perhaps
even gentler than he had intended, but it’s so perfect.
They both hum softly at the feeling, Jungkook moving a hand to Taehyung’s nape to press him
closer. He had missed the feeling so much, missed Taehyung’s soft body in his arms as he pulls
him as close as he can, revelling in the other’s aura. It felt different kissing him this time, it was
different knowing they didn’t have to be such a secret now. That he could proudly claim Taehyung
as his own instead of pretending they didn’t give a fuck about each other.

It was worth everything.

“Jungkookie,” Taehyung sighs, breaking the kiss to pull back minutely so he can look into the red
eyes of his alpha. “I love you too.”

A stupidly large grin paints Jungkook’s features, unable to hold back how happy the words make
him. He didn’t expect Taehyung to say it back, he wouldn’t ever demand something of the omega
just because he wanted it. But god, Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever heard anything more
beautiful in his life.

He leans forward again, pulling Taehyung to straddle his thighs before their lips reconnect in a
more heated kiss.

There isn’t an inch of space between the two as Taehyung threads his fingers into the damp locks
of Jungkook’s hair, giving the alpha access to his mouth, which Jungkook immediately takes
advantage of.

He teases Taehyung with his tongue, licking much too gently at the seam of the omega’s lips and
dipping it into his mouth just to pull back.

An annoyed whine builds in Taehyung’s throat, “Guk, stop it.”

“Stop what?” Jungkook plays innocent, moving to press open mouthed kisses down Taehyung’s
long neck. He planned on leaving so many pretty marks in the omega’s skin now that he finally
was allowed to.

Taehyung honestly forgot what he was going to complain about as Jungkook runs his tongue over
his scent glands, their scents mixing together to make such a sweet and strong aroma that has
Taehyung dizzy with pleasure.

“So--can I warm you up now?” Taehyung mumbles, throwing his head back to give Jungkook
better access.

The alpha hums into the junction of Taehyung’s neck and shoulder, sending a shiver through the
omega’s body.

“Yes.”

“Jimin, save some for everyone else!” Jin nearly yells as he snatches the bowl of kimchi out of the
younger’s small hands.

“Hyung,” Jimin whines, giving the other omega his best puppy eyes. “But you’re kimchi is the
best!”
Jin’s facial expressions soften, his voice coming out much softer but somehow that makes it more
terrifying. “I know. That’s why you’re going to save some for everyone else.”

Jimin swallows, “yes, hyung.”

Everyone looks on at the scene with mild amusement playing in their eyes, even Yoongi as he just
continues eating his food in silence.

All their closest friends are here. Jin and Namjoon had invited everyone over for dinner to
celebrate the end of the semester, and Taehyung had brought along Hoseok so it was definitely
crowded, but everyone was happy to be together.

Well, at least for now. All hell was probably going to break loose when Jungkook finally
announced that he and Taehyung are together.

He had only told one person beforehand. Namjoon. Jungkook had to make sure this wasn’t going
to affect Taehyung in any negative way so he had taken hours to explain the entire story to the
elder, and thank god it went well. Namjoon had definitely been pissed at first, but he sat and
listened to everything Jungkook had to say and by the end of it everything was pretty much solved.
It definitely helped that Jungkook waited until he officially wasn’t a student of Taehyung’s.

Jungkook had thought that telling Namjoon would be the hardest part, but now that he’s sitting in
front of not only Jimin and Yoongi, but Hoseok too? Oh god, this is the end.

“Taehyung get some more, you’re skinny,” Jin scolds as he dumps some more food onto
Taehyung’s already full plate, leaving the omega sitting there wondering how the fuck he’s
supposed to eat all of this.

Jungkook smiles from beside him, looking at the other with fondness filling his gaze.

Well, now or never.

Jungkook clears his throat, getting everyone's attention. “Um--so guys. I have something to say.”

Jimin wiggles his eyebrows across from him, “ooo what is it Jungkookie? You look all serious.”

“Well--uh… so the thing is--”

Taehyung watches in amusement as his boyfriend tries to get the words out, and fails so fucking
bad.

“Okay so what I wanna say is…”

“For fuck’s sake,” Taehyung mumbles, threading their fingers together under the table and lifting
their hands for everyone to see. “We’re together!”

The room goes so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Jungkook is sure he hears crickets chirping
a thousand miles away.

But he should have known it was only the calm before the storm.

“What the fuck!?” Hoseok practically screeches, his chopsticks clattering to his plate as his mouth
falls open.

“I fucking told you! Give me my money!” Jimin yells at Yoongi, holding his hand out expectantly.
 “Wait, you guys made a bet?” Jungkook questions, ignoring the still screaming Hoseok.

“Oh yeah, we made this bet like two months ago. And I won!” Jimin fist bumps the air, a huge
smile spread across his features.

Jungkook just nods, unsure whether to be relieved or worried it was so obvious.

“I don’t believe it this is a joke!” Hoseok declares, looking like he figured out the answer to the
hardest math problem on earth.

“You don’t believe me?” Taehyung shoots back, arching an eyebrow at his friend.

“No, there’s no way.”

Taehyung huffs, moving a hand to the back of Jungkook’s neck before placing a kiss on his lips,
causing nearly everyone in the room to scream.

“What about now?”

“Oh my god my best friend just kissed the professor!” Jimin shrieks, taken off guard by the sight
even though he knew all along.

Namjoon and Jungkook are the only ones not yelling or freaking out over something. They two
alphas watch as the entire table descends into chaos. Yoongi is crying about his lost money, Jimin
and Hoseok are trying to wash out their eyes, while Jin corners Taehyung about not telling him
before everyone else.

They should probably do something to calm everyone down, but the two alphas just nod at each
other and start eating, amused at the wild display.

As Jungkook listens to the sounds of their friends' voices either crying or yelling, he can’t help but
feel content. Content that he has so many great people in his life, content that he found the love of
his life even if it was a bit unconventional. He looks into Taehyung’s blue eyes, the omega all
worked up from the chaos, and smiles, before placing another chaste kiss onto his lips.

“I love you.”

Taehyung smiles back, “I love you too.”

“Oh my god please stop it hurts!” Jimin screams.

Yeah, they wouldn’t change a thing.

Chapter End Notes

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some other people enjoy our work so thank you everybody! This one is over but we
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