Pythagoras Has Nothing On Me ~ [jikook] ✓

Part 10

Jungkook had helped Jimin tuck his clothes back and buttoned up his coat. He even did as much as rake his fingers through Jimin's hair to make the omega look less dishevelled, smiling at him all the way through. Jimin had been too red in the cheeks to do much more than allow it all to happen, loving the attention the alpha gave him.

They'd made their way to Jungkook's apartment quickly and Jimin didn't have much time to mull over the fact that it was his first time seeing the alpha's place.

The clock had already struck midnight when they stumbled in, Jungkook squeezing his hand gently before saying, "Feel like home."

But, of course, Jimin couldn't. Being in the alpha's apartment was overwhelming to him. Everything was so Jungkook. The scent, the atmosphere, the feeling of belonging. He could do nothing but stare at everything with blatant wonder, noticing and instantly loving all the little things that made the place Jungkook's.

The alpha ushered him into the living room and told Jimin to wait there while he found him something to wear. "It seems like all we do is clothe you in my sweaters, Jimin-ssi," he chuckled as he returned, handing the omega a set of fresh clothes for Jimin to change into. "You can shower if you want. I'll make us something to drink."

Too embarrassed to answer the alpha's previous retort, Jimin thanked him for his hospitality and beelined to the bathroom's door. Jimin's cheeks never cooled down from all the embarrassment, but Jungkook didn't seem to mind. If the omega were to bet on it, he'd say the alpha loved all those shades of pink on him. And maybe, just maybe, Jimin had started to love them too.

The shower didn't take long. Jimin was bubbling with nerves more than usual and therefore couldn't fully enjoy the experience of washing himself clean in the alpha's personal space. Again. All he thought about was how Jungkook would feel his scent linger after Jimin took his plug out and cleaned himself. He hoped that Jungkook would smell it, hoped that he'd like it there, all over his stuff. Jimin used one of Jungkook's shower gels and dried himself in a dark towel, wondering if he should put the plug back up into his ass in case there was a flood of slick that happened to overflow it in the near future.

He didn't.

A part of him, a very big and needy part of him, wanted Jungkook to smell how aroused he made him feel, wanted to stink the place up with his pheromones for days to come, wanted nothing more than to lay claim to Jungkook by drowning the alpha in his daffodil scent and keeping all other interested omegas far away from him. And, therefore, when Jimin left the bathroom, he was holding his clothes in one hand while the other gripped his squeaky-clean buttplug. He was just about to reach for his bag and stuff the metal thing inside, but Jungkook's eyes landed right on it.

"I didn't know you had a kinky side, Jimin-ssi," the man teased with a wide grin. He'd changed into a more casual look, matching Jimin's own t-shirt and sweatpants.

The omega blushed at his words. Jimin knew that Jungkoook was doing it on purpose. There was no way that the alpha didn't know how flustered his words made him every time he decided to tease Jimin about the simplest of things.

"Hyung-" The plea for a truce came out sounding like a whine and Jimin could do nothing but hide his face in the pile of his own dirty clothes that he still clutched between his hands.

With one eye open, cheeks blazing hot, Jimin quickly threw the plug inside his bag while Jungkook softly laughed somewhere near. "I'm sorry," he smiled, stepping closer. The alpha had two glasses of white wine in his hands, one of which he gave Jimin when the omega finally put the clothes down next to his bag. "Do you wear it all the time?"

When Jimin had thought about meeting with Jungkook that day, he'd never imagined that there would come a time he was asked about his but plug. "Yes," he mumbled back while sipping the slightly sour beverage.