ESCORT || JIKOOK ✅

10

Jimin pov

I've texted him half a dozen times in the last hour, and he hasn't replied.

It's a little annoying, but not very surprising. He supposedly had an all day outing with his friends today and the clubs they frequent can be loud.

Still, I would've appreciated a heads up.

I went through all the trouble of picking up Indian food for dinner, which he's made clear is his absolute favorite, and it's probably going to go cold before he gets home.

I look down at the bag of takeout in my hand as I ride the elevator up to the apartment.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed.

The ruse has been going well, Grand father has been slowly teaching me what I'll need to know when I take over the company.

Grandom frequently invites us over to their house for Sunday brunch so that he can dote on Jungkook.

During those days, when we're out together, I feel...

I honestly don't know how to describe it. It's a little unsettling to be honest.

I feel a contentment that I don't think I've ever felt before. Laughter comes easily and my heart feels light.

It's easy to pretend to be Jungkook's alpha.

But that's all we're doing.

Pretending.

I know that.

That's what we agreed on, isn't it?

Then why do I find myself feeling disappointed when I come home to an empty apartment in the evenings?

Why do I feel jealous when I see my coworkers heading out for lunch dates with their significant others?

When I'm away from Jungkook I feel like my fire has been snuffed out.

During the weekdays, we only see each other in passing every morning.

We only really speak to one another when fighting for control of the milk jug.

It might be easier to keep up the lie this way, but it certainly doesn't feel that way.

The elevator doors slide open and I get the immediate sense that something is wrong.

The apartment lights are all off, which I expected, but even through the dim light I can tell that the living room is in disarray.

I take a deep breath and the scent of an omega's heat hits me like a brick wall.

I feel my heart slam against my rib cage as it begins to flutter in my chest.

My eyes begin to dilate and my cock tightens. There's an omega in heat and my body is desperate to respond.

I force my rational brain to take control because I can't trust myself.

"Jungkook?" I call out as I carefully step out of the elevator and into the living room.

"Is everything okay?" There's no immediate answer.

I set the take out bag down by the elevator and feel along the wall for the light switch.

Electric light floods the apartment and immediately highlights just how much destruction has been visited upon the apartment.

All of the cushions have been dumped off the sofas. The drawers have been pulled out of the end tables and their contents dumped on the floor.