Omega for Hire | Jikook ✓

Chapter 16: Pretty Alpha

Jungkook

October twelfth, the day before Jimin's birthday.

I pace around my bedroom, chewing on my right thumb nail as I contemplate what to do and how to act while at Jimin's grandmother's house. Jimin told me to stop pretending to be someone I'm not, that I'm already the perfect omega.

But I'm still irritated that we had to get together to play pretend in the beginning just to get her approval. The fact she said Jimin is a perfect candidate besides his lack of mate and attraction to omegas is angering. Jimin is one of the most hardworking people I know, the most genuine. He deserves more than that Taylor Green guy. His scent is too bitter, poisonous smelling. And the fact that poor omega has it stuck to her is depressing.

Groaning, I pack some clothes and the small, purple, velvety box that houses Jimin's birthday present. I stare at the box, chewing on my bottom lip.

Will he like it?

When I hear the front door unlock, I quickly close my bag, hiding the gift. I make my bed, setting Jimin's plushie on the center of the pillows so they're comfortable. I giggle, patting the small chick.

"You look like Chimmy, so I shall call you Chimmy Jr., or, Junior, for short." I kiss the top of the plushie's head.

"Such a dork."

Blushing, I turn around, my jaw dropping at the sight before me.

Jimin's hair is a pretty blond color, looking way better than anything I imagined. Since he isn't super pale, he doesn't look too washed out. Him and his hair have a pretty golden glow.

He cocks his head to the side, dangly earring swaying as he does so. His lips have a pretty, rosy gloss to them, making me lick my own lips. Jimin notices this and giggles, covering his mouth and nose shyly as his eyes disappear into pretty crescents.

"Do I look okay?" He asks, shifting his weight and rubbing the toe of his right Chelsea boot against his left calf.

"Baby, you look so pretty." I approach him, resting my hands on his tiny waist before pressing my lips to his forehead. "It's hard to believe this isn't your natural color."

Jimin hums and his eyes fall closed, glossy, tantalizing lips puckering ever so slightly.

Cupping his face with my right hand and holding his waist with my left, I angle his face and bring his lower body to mine. I lick my own lips before gingerly brushing them against Jimin's, unsure how intense he wants the kiss right now.

His morning dew scent sweetens with a slight spice, signalling his happiness and desire. Smiling into the kiss, I press in, deepening the kiss as I run my tongue along his bottom lip.

My legs hit the bed before I fall onto it, Jimin straddling me as he opens up for me. I sit up, kissing with fervor.

Small moans escape Jimin as his tongue moves against mine, the taste of honey suckle present on his lips thanks to the lip gloss. I groan, my fingers slipping under his shirt to trace the warm skin of his waist.

Jimin's hands roam my chest, unbuttoning my shirt. His fingers brush over my nipples, playing with them before moving to trace my abs. He shivers.

"Mm, baby, we should stop before we end up fucking right here. We need to leave soon," I whisper.

He whines, moving to kiss over my scent gland, licking, sucking, and scenting.

My eyes fly open before rolling to the back of my head, the feeling of him nosing, nipping, licking, and biting at my neck. The room starts to cloud with Jimin's scent, sticking to me and seeping into my being. My insides churn and flip pleasurably, my entire body overtaken by tingles. Jimin has never been this aggressive when scenting me. Usually, he does it when I'm upset, just lightly so it won't last too long.