15-ᴅᴀʏ sᴛᴀʏ ☑

13. Your Own Paris

Jungkook had dialed Abby's number and looked around as he began his walk of shame toward his house. The weather was a bit chilly as he held his palm over his bicep. "I am sorry, I couldn't get up. I am on my way now. I am sorry again-"

"No, no," Abby stopped Jungkook from talking. "You don't have to come. Mr. Park was here this morning and he has implemented three days of heat leaves for all the omega employees, two days for betas, and one day for the alphas, you know... For their ruts." If Jungkook knew, he wouldn't have run with such urgency, but perhaps he still would have, not wanting to get caught by Jimin. 

Jungkook pouted.

"I called you to ask you about your health. How are you feeling now? You shouldn't have overdosed on those pills."

"I am... Better."

"Yeah?"

Jungkook nodded, inhaling the nip in the air. "Positive."

"Good, rest well. We will swing by later. Kyla is also back. If you feel like it, we can go for hot cocoa or something later."

"Sounds good." Jungkook smiled before tapping the red icon on his phone's screen and putting the device back in his pocket.

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Later in the afternoon, Jungkook's door was knocked and he willed himself to answer it. When it opened, it revealed Taehyung standing in front of him. "Hey," Jungkook said briefly and turned around, wanting the older omega to follow him inside. 

"How are you doing now? I brought some cloud cakes."

Jungkook's neck whipped around to spot the boxes in Taehyung's hand. "Who made these?" He asked, brows curving, hands pulling the boxes near his eyes to read. The cakes were exclusively and only made inside Les Amis. And he knew that the chef baked these on special occasions. 

"I did," the omega replied proudly. 

"How? Why?"

Taehyung now stared down at Jungkook. "What do you mean by how and why? I can. That's how. And you are in heat, that's why."

"No," Jungkook shook his head. "How did you manage to work in the kitchen? The chef doesn't let anyone enter the kitchen."

"Tell them to tell that to Mr. Park, who hired me as an assistant chef," Taehyung grinned mockingly and when Jungkook heard the alpha's name, his lashes fluttered and his heartbeat raced. The best friend understood. He moved closer to the omega and put an arm over his shoulder. "Give him a chance."

"I don't know anything about him, Tae. Last night was a mistake."

Taehyung pressed his lips together and retreated his palm from Jungkook's shoulder. He formed the words carefully. "He was there for you last night."

"To get in my pants, which he did."

"Hey!" Taehhyung intoned. "It wasn't like that. He's doing all he can. Jin Hyung told me everything about him. He is really a kind person."

"That's what he has shown. How can I trust him that he is really that person off-camera? He knew I was in heat and I would beg him to fuck me. If he was decent, he would have stayed away from me."

"He mustn't have wanted you to end up with any other alpha," Taehyung was now a little cocky. "He didn't know how you dealt with your cycles. Maybe he thought you have been with the alphas before in heat."

Jungkook felt anger as his best friend defended Jimin instead of him. He put the cake down on the table and slumped on the couch, unable to stand for long. "Why are you so in favor of him? How can you be sure that he's a saint?"