Pythagoras Has Nothing On Me ~ [jikook] ✓

Part 3

Jimin was feeling optimistic. Hopeful, even. He had gotten ready for his "supposed" date with Kim Haneul with one certain agenda in mind, which was to politely explain to the alpha female why the courting between them would not work out-ever.

"I'm sorry about the inconvenience and how my colleagues pushed us together, but I'm afraid I will have to decline your offer. The reason is in no way connected to you, Miss Kim, as you seem to be an amazing alpha. It is rather my preference which I cannot change that will interfere with the growth of our relationship."

That was what he'd rehearsed in the mirror at home that morning, right after he got off thinking about Jungkook and stuffed his ass full of pug.

The omega was supposed to meet Haneul after school. The alpha had messaged him out of the blue and informed Jimin that she would be picking him up from work around 5 pm. Which was perfect, since his last class ended at 4:30. (What it meant was that Jimin had half an hour to run to the bathroom, clean himself out in case Jungkook was around during the day, and then freshen up before Mrs Kim picked him up.) He'd been quite surprised that Haneul knew his phone number, but opted not to ask how she got it via text.

He didn't want to converse with her more than it was necessary, anyway.

Jimin's attire was simple. His black-rimmed glasses to see clearly and the neatly brushed blond hair was how he went to work every day. He'd put on a classic button-down shirt and black slacks, scent blocker spray safely with him in his bag like it always was. The only thing Jimin did not want in his life was to let a random alpha know how aroused he was on the daily basis.

Virgin life sucked ass. For him, at least. Because he'd gladly let someone suck his ass (that someone being Mr Jeon), but there were no volunteers.

He'd also gladly suck the P.E teacher's well-hung cock if the ass-rimming wasn't on the table, but that was a completely different story.

Shaking his head to get rid of the sudden thoughts of Jeon Jungkook's holy sausage, the math teacher carried on with his day until it was time to leave the premises.

He exited the school right as his phone pinged, a message from Haneul telling him that she had almost arrived. The moment Jimin read it, his nerves returned. He didn't know how to deal with a situation like that, didn't know what to expect from a female alpha who was meeting him with intent to court. Was he supposed to give her flowers? Or was it her-as the alpha from the two-who was supposed to wow him with gifts?

When a black BMW X5 rolled to a stop in front of him, Jimin almost lost his shit. The car yelled 'alpha energy' more than he'd expected a vehicle ever would.

As he gulped down his rapidly beating heart, the tinted window rolled down and there she was-Kim Haneul.

"Mr Park," she smiled curtly.

"H-hello," he mumbled beneath his nose.

"Get in, we don't have much time to waste."

Feeling like he just got kicked for being slow, Jimin scurried to open the door and slipped inside, huffing out a short breath when he finally settled. The car was clean and smelled like her-like summer rain and vanilla ice cream. It wasn't unpleasant, but Jimin much preferred the scent of another alpha, even though he still couldn't fully pinpoint what exactly Jungkook smelled like.

The whole ride was quiet; Haneul asked only the most basic of questions as she drove them through the busy city streets. Jimin didn't dare to touch anything inside the vehicle, his fingers subconsciously coming up to fiddle with the material of his ugly scarf in order to stay calm. He couldn't say he felt uncomfortable-the car was clean, the seats were of leather and soft, and Haneul's driving style was smooth as she made the turns. But something felt off. Something nagged at him in the back of his mind, telling Jimin to be careful and not let his guard down.