Pythagoras Has Nothing On Me ~ [jikook] ✓

Part 12

Friday arrived quickly enough. Jimin's colleagues seemed to keep their distance from him, some even recognising their rude mistakes. Mrs Lee came to his class to apologise for her uncanny behaviour while Hak Myeong just avoided looking into Jimin's eyes whenever she was near.

But Jimin didn't care. All his attention was on doing the work he needed to do before the weekend came and then going to his alpha's place and having the living shit fucked out of him for the first time ever. (Hopefully, first of many times.)

They'd concluded that it would be easier for Jimin to go home after he finished work that day and pick up his bag then, instead of taking it to school where everyone could see and guess his plans for the weekend. Which was perfect, because it also gave him enough time to rub himself squeaky clean before Jungkook picked him up.

This time, Jungkook took him to a different restaurant and omitted the movie, driving Jimin back to his place right after they'd finished their meal. Being the polite alpha that he was, Jungkook didn't mention or ask Jimin anything sexual while they were out, only held his hand and whispered low in his ear that he was excited to spend his weekend with him.

Jimin laughed, blushed and smiled like the sun. Fell even more for the beautiful soul he got to connect with as they talked about their lives under the dim restaurant's light.

They continued their conversation about silly childhood dreams even as they left Jungkook's car, walking up to his apartment as their giggles filled the empty corridors. They stumbled inside and Jungkook put Jimin's bag down. They sat on the living room's sofa with cups of tea in their hands, snuggling closer to each other as the evening progressed.

And then...

And then Jungkook was looking at him. Staring right into Jimin's soul with shining eyes, wonder-filled, burning eyes that the omega gladly fell into. Gladly surrendered himself to.

They came together naturally, with bated breaths and whisper-like touches, engulfing one another in a warm embrace. Jimin had now become familiar with Jungkook's hands around him, craved the safety they provided and always begged for just a little more when the alpha moved them away.

But not tonight.

Tonight Jimin was soaring over the clouds. High as a kite, but not on drugs. No. His high came from the touch of a certain alpha. A man that held him so gently, whose lips brushed his skin with the delicacy that could be compared to a kiss of the moonlight. He picked Jimin up like he'd break if he held him too strongly, like he wanted to keep him safe and never let go. He kissed him all the way to his bedroom, murmured to Jimin that he had nothing to worry about because all Jungkook wanted was to make him feel good.

Jungkook was careful as he laid Jimin down on his bed. The smell of fresh sheets and the alpha's scent wafted around them and put a smile over Jimin's face. Soon his scent would be added to the mix. Soon the smell of their arousal and release would fill the room until they could choke.

"You're so beautiful," Jungkook breathed and slowly dragged his gaze up and down Jimin's still-clothed frame.

The omega let him. He arched his back against the bed and whined with need.

"Touch me more, hyung."

Jungkook listened. He'd barely held on before, but after Jimin's words, the alpha seemed to lose his focus, growling low and bending down over Jimin to devour his mouth with another hungry kiss. It felt like fire. Exhilarating Jimin's heart and taking his breath away, taking all his senses until only one remained.

The sense of Jungkook.

"Alpha-"

The gasp was swallowed by Jungkook's mouth, sucked in just like he was sucking on Jimin's lips-like it was his only purpose on this Earth to taste him. Like Jimin was the only person in the universe that mattered to this perfect alpha. The beautiful, gentle alpha.