Pythagoras Has Nothing On Me ~ [jikook] ✓

Part 9

Never in his life had Park Jimin been so stressed. Finding out he was an omega-easy; he already knew he would like to take dick more than give it. Applying for university-not a problem; a top student had nothing to worry about. Living alone for the first time was perfect; his family was not that keen on him swinging for the dildo team, anyway.

But this? This date that he was going to go on with no other but his wettest of all the wet dreams Jeon Jungkook was what made Jimin sweat buckets. He'd already changed his outfit four times, every time deeming it not proper enough for the first official date with the alpha when he saw his reflection in the bedroom's full-length mirror.

Granted, half the date would be spent in the darkness of the cinema, but he still wanted to look his best.

Always the best for his alpha.

Wait. His already?

Jimin stifled a nervous laugh.

No. It was too early to call Jungkook his, even if all he wanted was to do just that.

Nervously laughing at himself in the mirror, he made the last touches of make-up over his eyelids and blinked his eyes to focus on his reflection.

Perfect.

For the first time, Jimin figured that he'd make an effort and poke his eyes until he was able to put in contact lenses. Sure, glasses were fine and he loved wearing them, but for this night the hopeful omega wanted nothing-not even a layer of see-through glass-between him and the perfect view.

And oh, what a view it was.

Jungkook came to get him in his car, but before Jimin managed to come down from his apartment, the alpha was already knocking at his door.

He should have prepared himself a little more, he thought, because when he swung the front door open and finally got a glimpse of his date, he felt like his knees would give out at any moment.

It was a rare occasion that Jungkook wore something other than joggers-he didn't have to wear slacks simply because of his work specifics-and this occasion, this date, was one of them. The black, skintight jeans did nothing to hide the thick thighs the alpha sported and Jimin wanted desperately to just grind on them until he came in his own pants. Or all over Jungkook's. Either worked for him.

The shirt the alpha had on was also black, but here and there Jimin noticed flecks of silver threads glinting in the light every time the alpha moved.

And the best part, the one that rendered Jimin immobile, was that Jungkook wasn't wearing any scent blockers. And the moment the strong scent of birch tree and grapefruit hit his senses, Jimin knew that there was no way he'd get through this date without whining like a bitch in heat at the end of it.

"Wow," Jungkook breathed, his awestruck voice slowly bringing Jimin out of his thoughts. "You look..."

The omega gulped. "Is this okay?" Nerves came rushing back, cheeks flaming, as Jimin thought that maybe the outfit wasn't the best choice after all.

"Beter than okay, Jimin-ssi. You look- you're stunning."

He couldn't help it. Jimin's scent blasted out of his pores like a wave, free from any scent blockers, as his omega sang and danced from within. A smile slowly spread over his cheeks and for a moment Jimin couldn't see a thing, the grin wide enough to squeeze his eyes shut.

Jungkook was smiling back at him, eyes burning with red flames, before he extended his hand, "Shall we?"

Nothing had ever felt so right. Jimin didn't hesitate to slide his own palm in the alpha's and let Jungkook take him to his vehicle, thanking him when Jungkook opened the door for him like the gentleman he really was.