Accepted | Jikook

7

Warm.

That's how Jimin felt when he woke up the next morning.

It wasn't the burning kind of warm that made sweat cling to his skin and want to dip into an ice cold bath. Rather, it was a cozy sort of warm. A heat that made him feel safe and protected.

Peaceful.

He didn't want to leave the bed, instead opting to snuggle up further into the warmth.

Arms tightened around his waist, and he hummed contentedly.

Wait.

Arms?

Then he registered the scent associated with the heat against his back.

Hadn't I fallen asleep next to Taehyung? Where did that little bitch go?

Why is Jungkook here?

His immediate thought was that he should beat Jungkook with a pillow, smother him with it until he woke up, and demand some answers.

But after giving yesterday's events some time to settle, he just couldn't find it in him to do so.

Yesterday, he was angry. He was angry with the Moon Goddess, with his wolf, and with himself. He had wanted to be held and comforted, wanted someone to hug him and say things would be okay. Someone to say that nothing would change, and he wouldn't have to worry about destroying his friendship with Jungkook over being mates.

Today, he was tired. Lying here with Jungkook, he didn't have the energy to fight or walk away like he was willing to before.

Walking away from the alpha after their encounter in the forest had him physically hurting. He had run back to the pack house that evening, clawing at his chest like he might somehow be able to stop his heart from falling to pieces if he could hold it in his hands.

He was grateful for Taehyung and all he had done last night to try to help him, but it wasn't enough for his wolf to calm down.

In fact, he hadn't really fallen asleep until Jungkook's scent wafted to the guest room, signaling his return from the forest. His wolf had still been restless, insisting that he get closer to the alpha which he refused to do in his angered state.

Now that the two were together again, Jimin began overthinking, and to say he hated it would be an understatement.

Why did the revelation of Jungkook being his destined other half cause such doubt and insecurity to fill his head?

Jungkook had told him yesterday that he couldn't see Jimin as his mate.

What if that never changed?

What if Luna made a mistake?

Were they destined to fail?

But more importantly...

If he only saw Jungkook as a friend, why did he care so much about the way Jungkook saw him?

Breathe, Jimin, he scolded himself. Luna doesn't make mistakes. Everything will fall into place in due time, just as it should.

He breathed out a sigh, yelping in surprise when a clear voice spoke up behind him.

"Relax, hyung, it's difficult to cuddle when you're stiff as a board."

Jimin turned around to face Jungkook, his face red with blush when he saw the alpha's eyes wide open, void of any tiredness.

"I've been up for a while," the younger explained. "I know you've been up for some time now, too. Honestly, I was waiting for you to kick me."

Jimin gave a small grin, recalling how he was thinking about doing just that.

"Thought it'd be fun to keep you on your toes," he responded instead.

"Yeah?"

Jimin shrugged, trying not to overthink their close proximity and how he could see flecks of gold in Jungkook's brown eyes.

I never noticed how pretty his eyes are.

Why does it matter? Stop it!

Before he could blink, Jungkook flipped him so he was lying on his stomach, the alpha sitting on top of him with knees on either side of his hips.

Jimin was suddenly very grateful for his face being buried in the sheets despite the rather intimate position, because it meant Jungkook couldn't see his flushed, red face.

"Jungkook, what on Earth are you doing?" he whined, his voice muffled.

"Giving you a massage," was his simple response.

Jungkook hadn't originally planned this, but he needed to do something to stop checking out the older's face, and this felt like the perfect excuse.

He quickly got to work on massaging his back through Jimin's pajama shirt, digging his knuckles into some of the more stubborn knots, the older gasping at the initial pain before sighing with relief when Jungkook would successfully unravel the tight muscle.

It was when Jungkook began to roll his knuckles up and down the sides of Jimin's spine that the older released an unconscious moan, both of them instantly freezing.

On second thought, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Hyung, don't do that," Jungkook mumbled.

In Jimin's head, there were two ways to approach this.

He could play dumb, or he could abide by the alpha's rules.

But I already said I would keep him on his toes so...

"Do what?" he asked coyly.

Where is this surge of confidence coming from?

Jungkook poked at the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "Don't make that... sound," he said, his voice faltering by the end of the sentence.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

It was with great hesitation that the younger decided to continue with the massage, instantly regretting it when another muffled moan fell from the omega's lips.

"Hyung," he muttered, warning evident in his tone.

Jimin turned his head to look at the alpha from the corner of his eye, a faint smirk resting on his lips.

"What?" he asked, innocently. "Did I do something wrong?"

Jungkook's eyes narrowed.

Two can play this game.

He leaned forward until his entire body weight was resting on Jimin's back.

The omega would never dare admit it out loud, but the weight on top of him actually felt very nice, reminding him of the comfort and warmth he felt upon awakening.

This thought didn't have time to sit in his mind for much longer though, because all of a sudden, the shell of Jimin's ear was being pulled between Jungkook's teeth.

He felt a shiver travel all the way from the crown of his head to his toes, his body immediately turning to jello.

Jungkook was no longer needed for a massage, the older felt like he had just evaporated into a cloud.

But all too soon, the alpha was pulling away, releasing Jimin's ear and crawling off of him hastily.

Jimin couldn't turn to see the younger's face, only hearing him call out a simple, "We have to talk soon," in a calculated, level tone before leaving, the door closing behind him as he left the room, his scent gradually fading away.

Jimin furrowed his brows, mouth slightly open in shock as he could still feel the way Jungkook's tongue swiped across the tip of his ear before he pulled back.

"What the fuck just happened?" he groaned.