Pythagoras Has Nothing On Me ~ [jikook] ✓

Part 2

The subtle touch Jeon Jungkook had left on his shoulder still lingered on Jimin's skin even after he got home. The alpha's confused eyes haunted him all the way back since they said their goodbyes, followed by, of course, an ass full of slick that he desperately needed to take care of.

It didn't matter that the alpha's expression was far from erotic or happy, any glance Jimin's way was enough for the omega to feel his ass clench and beg for things Jimin knew only Jeon Jungkook could provide.

He bee-lined to the shower, stripping naked as he went, and practically stumbled beneath the water with a frustrated groan. With desperate fingers, Jimin fumbled for the plug and unceremoniously tossed it on the shower floor.

It hit the wet surface with a deep thud.

"Fuck," the omega gasped as he felt his arousal gush out of his ass. The scent of daffodils was so thick in the air it almost choked him.

Jimin didn't wait any longer, grabbed his hard cock with one hand and pushed three fingers in his ass with the other, breathing out in relief. The feeling was overwhelming. So much better, yet not enough-never enough.

As the omega jerked himself off, his whimpers for the right alpha were washed away with the flowing water.

It wasn't the female alpha Jimin desperately needed by his side.

It was Jungkook.

Always Jungkook.

~ 🏵️ ~

The shower release might have given his body some slack, but the emotional comfort Jimin so desperately needed came during the weekend. He was sitting in a corner cafe, snuggled up against one of his favourite people on the planet-his best friend since high school, Kim Taehyung.

It was a rainy day, the sky pouring down as though it was in the middle of spring instead of the upcoming winter. The omega simultaneously loved it and hated it. He never knew what to wear in weather like this. A raincoat would be too cold, the winter winds already waiting for his unprepared ass right around the corner, but his classy winter outfit would get easily ruined in a storm like this.

Jimin had spent good fifteen minutes considering his choices before he opted for the raincoat. He figured that he could put on a wool sweater beneath it and wrap his neck in his most prized possession-an ugly scarf which had been a secret Santa gift from none other than Mr Thirst Trap himself.

Jimin still remembered how horrified he was when he opened the present for the first time. The bright purple and blue stripes of the scarf almost burned his retinas and the yellow chicks that decorated it made his eyes see spots for days. He hadn't worn it once, too appalled by the smash of colours and style, completely sure that the scarf was bought in a kid's store. But then, when the staff had revealed who had been the secret-present-giver to whom, Jimin's heart had made a double flip and almost gone out completely. It was Jungkook. Mr Jeon, the scary-looking giant who Jimin couldn't stop but stare at every time he was around, had gifted him that soft monstrosity and Jimin could not have been happier.

He'd worn it ever since. Didn't care how weird he looked, how it clashed with every outfit he chose for himself that day. The scarf was the first-and only-gift Jungkook had given him and Jimin's omega considered it their most prized possession.

He'd put it on full display, too, when he'd finally reached their usual seat, Taehyung-already waiting for him with two cups of coffee. His friend had given Jimin a side-eye, grinning and about to tease the omega all over again because of that ugly scarf of his, but shut his mouth after Jimin growled. His best friend knew how sensitive a subject the bright accessory was. And Jimin, in turn, had heard enough teasing about it to last him a lifetime. He loved his bestie, but the subject of The Scarf was out of the question.