College Bad boy Jungkook and Nerd Park Jimin are in a secret relationship. Jungkook isn't how others perceive him to be. He is an absolute sweetheart who is hopelessly in love with his boyfriend, Jimin. When Jungkook happen to be in the wrong place...
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"Oh, God! Why is this so hard?" Jimin banged his head on the table with a loud groan.
He loved mathematics. He really did. Jimin was the best in not just his entire class but also the entire batch, not just in math but in any given subject. One couldn't be a college topper for two years in a row otherwise. However, this specific problem has been giving him a headache for the past fifteen minutes.
Jimin knew it wasn't anything big, there was just a small thing he was missing, and if he just focused he'd find it.
He took a deep breath and almost immediately groaned. No, actually the problem wasn't with the math problem at all.
A soft chuckle caused him to narrow his eyes with a growl, though there was no heat behind it.
The root cause of his current predicament had nothing to do with studies. But how was he supposed to focus when his senses were clouded with that rich musky and the sweet scent of one specific Jeon Jungkook. The notes of cedar, tree moss, and sweet deeply troubled him.
Jimin slammed the book shut, twisting his body to face the alpha.
"How many times do I have to tell you to not come here straight from your football practice?" he growled at the sweaty alpha sprawled on his bed, looking so fucking delicious.
His hair was wet and his thin white t-shirt strained around his biceps and chest. Jimin's throat went dry and he was sure the sweet sugary notes of plum his wolf releasing into the air were giving him away. God, he loved the way it blended with Jungkook's woodsy scent.
"You know what to do, baby," Jungkook said smugly. "Come on, bring that ass to me." He rubbed suggestively over his crotch, biting his bottom lip with a soft growl. "Sit on my face already."
Jimin clenched his thighs instinctively. "Jungkook..." he groaned. "My parents are downstairs."
"That never stopped us before." The alpha grinned, sitting up to pull his t-shirt over his head.
Jimin almost growled, his eyes flashing amber that belonged to his wolf as his hungry gaze trailed down the alpha's impeccable body. His boyfriend was well-built, spent at least four times a week in the gym, and on top of that played football. Obviously, he had the athletic body with huge biceps—that could hold him up while he fucked him against the wall, tight ropes of muscles—eight pack if he might proudly add, a very broad chest with pecs he could bury his face into and thick, muscular thighs he'd gladly choke while sucking him off.
He felt his ass cheeks growing wet as his breathing quickened. Fuck Jungkook for making him feel this way. He was so weak for the alpha.
Jungkook looked like a snack with all his tattoos on display. His shoulder-long, jet-black hair was pulled into a man bun, revealing that sexy undercut he got recently. If that wasn't enough the latest piercing on his eyebrow and lip sent his brain haywire. He definitely had gone through one hell of a transformation after high school graduation.
