TEMPORARY || JIKOOK

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Jungkook pov

Jungkook woke up the next day very aware there was someone else in the house with him.

It wasn't that he could hear any sounds coming from anywhere in the house, on the contrary, it was a pretty quiet.

He turned to his right and checked the time, it was still just five in the morning.

He had gotten less than four hours of sleep. It wasn't that he felt uncomfortable having the omega in his home.

He just wasn't accustomed to having an overnight guest at all.

He knew that some people would have called him crazy for bringing a virtual stranger home with him, and giving him free reign among his things.

His very expensive things, but the truth was he didn't have that worry with Jimin.

Just thinking of the man had him very aware of his now straining morning wood.

No, no! That couldn't do.

He refused to act like some sort of perv.

He hadn't brought the clearly distressed, vulnerable man to his home to take advantage of him.

He got out of bed and walked into his en suite, cursing his cock for doing what was completely natural.

But for some reason this morning, it had him feeling like a perv when he recalled bits and pieces from his dreams the night before.

The most vivid part being he looking down at Jimin's, almost bronze hair, his pretty pink full lips, and all that creamy skin.

It was the curve of the omega's back as he rode Jungkook's cock.

No. No. No. He had no business thinking those things or even seeing the man like that.

He was pregnant, vulnerable, and he was simply helping another human being out.

Jungkook stepped into the shower and blasted the cold water from all the jets.

There was no way he was beating one out with the thoughts of Jimin on his mind.

He was better than that...

wasn't he?

He was. It was just, almost four months without sex had him a little jacked up, nothing more.

Linc rushed through his shower and getting ready.

He figured a distraction was necessary while he waited for Jimin to get up for the day.

Jungkook went into his office, booted his computer and decided a couple of hours answering emails and letting his assistant know he wouldn't be at the office for the day was a good start.

As the sun came up, Jungkook stretched, and his stomach rumbled letting him know he hadn't eaten and it was almost gone three hours since he'd been at the office.

He was glad that he'd had the foresight to let the concierge for the building know to get groceries for breakfast delivered before he'd gone to bed the night before.

Not just for himself,but for Jimin.

He could have called down to his building's kitchen for breakfast, but he figured if Jimin got up at night he may prefer to make something himself.

He made the mental note to check there were more than breakfast options available.

Jungkook didn't know much about what pregnant people required but he figured food was somewhere near the top of the list.

He needed to find out if Jimin needed help with seeing a doctor.

After seeing the way the omega had been living, he would bet medical care had been difficult.

He should just make a list.

Jungkook opened the notes app on his phone and began typing.

After a short while, he'd gotten a nice list going that included clothes, doctors, baby books for himself, and a whole host of other things.

Jungkook paused in the middle of writing to make sure Jimin had access to funds.

Fuck... what was he doing?

This situation wasn't permanent.

He was simply supposed to figure out a way to help Jimin after the omega helped him convince his papa that he was happily coupled.

Instead he was making plans that basically involved moving the man into his home.

What was he thinking?

Apparently he wasn't, because Jimin wasn't his problem.

But maybe helping Jimin could be his good deed for the year.

But when did that involve moving him into your home?

He looked at the list again and saw he'd noted picking a suitable room for a nursery.

He just needed food, then his brain would start working properly, and all the foolish thoughts would cease.

That was when he heard a crash from somewhere in the house.

He jumped up and ran, worried Jimin had hurt himself somehow.

Jungkook followed the sound of cursing to the kitchen where he found Jimin bent over, cursing himself for his clumsiness.

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak but stilled, his attention caught by the fullness of the perfect ass, every line defined by the perfectly fitted jeans shaping its delicious curve.

"Fuck."

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