Jikook smut

Lace and tattoos Part 3(Patience)

Author:wiinter

On Ao3

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Jimin curls his legs up against his chest as he sits on the comfy sage sectional, right in that nook between armrest and backrest. He looks at the clock for the fifth time in the last three minutes.

It's 7:02. Jungkook's schedule this week as well as last week's is home by 7 since he's just rehearsing choreography. And he's been home before 7 the last few days.

Jimin harrumphs as a pout decorates his lips. He knows he's being a bit too temperamental but he just wants his alpha. He wants to bury his nose into Jungkook's neck and breathe him in, wants to cuddle up against that broad chest and listen to his heartbeat, run his fingers through Jungkook's recently fluffy hair, wants Jungkook to hold him.

Jimin sighs when those thoughts fail to alleviate his sourness. If Jungkook's going to be late, why didn't he call? Or at least text. Maybe he's tired of Jimin's incessant nagging at him to pick up after himself. Maybe he's out with other omegas. Does Jungkook even love him anymore?!

Before he can panic to this thought, he hears the keypad beep outside. Unhappy with Jungkook's tardiness, Jimin throws his yellow blankie over his head as a hint of his frustration with Jungkook and leans back into the couch to wait for his inconsiderate alpha.

Jungkook walks into his apartment, whistling the tune of his next song, the song that has been on repeat for over 8 hours while practicing and drops his backpack on the accent chair by the door.

"Baby! I'm ho-" He cuts off when he sees a yellow lump sitting on the sectional. Cocking his head curiously, Jungkook cautiously strides over into his livingroom.

"Babe?" Jungkook settles down next to the yellow lump and carefully tugs on the blankie. He smiles fondly when it reveals his boyfriend, complete with fluffy hair, down-turned pouty lips, accusatory eyes and folded arms. "What's wrong?"

"You were late. You didn't let me know!"

Jungkook raises a brow. It's barely 5 minutes past 7.

"Ji-." Jungkook pauses at Jimin's wide glistening eyes and trembling bottom lip. He spies Jimin wearing the t-shirt he'd discarded into the hamper last night after working out downstairs. That coupled with the outrageous emotional outburst and sweeter notes of fragrance emitting from Jimin turns a bulb on in his head. Ahhhh. So that's what it is. He swiftly switches tactics and tones instead, reading his omegas as easily as reading a children's book. "I'm sorry, honey. You're right. It was very inconsiderate of me to make you worry like that. I promise I won't do it again."

Jimin finally unfolds his arms from his chest (a little sign of relenting) and Jungkook inwardly breathes out a sigh of relief. But he keeps staring at Jungkook with those wide eyes he's so fucking weak for.

"I've missed you all day. Can I get my hug now?" he asks softly, rejoicing when Jimin rapidly unravels himself from his corner and practically leaps into his arms. He feels Jimin snuggle into his chest as he presses his face into Jungkook's neck, inhaling and nuzzling deeply.

Jungkook releases pheromones to calm him, scenting him thoroughly as well as take in Jimin's own scenting, aware that his omega is in pre-heat and needs a lot of comfort, care and attention. He chuckles in his mind, thinking about how endearing Jimin can be in this state. Already, at normal speed, Jimin is a total ball of affection, hugging and touching his sole source of regard. Add his pre-heat and heat into the equation and well...Jungkook will be dealing with a somewhat temperamental-clingy-koala-pouty-puppy-cry at the drop of anything-baby as well as an excessively playful, flirty, wanton, insatiable little omega.