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JIMIN POV

Four days turned into five.

Jimin had waited much too
long and now he was being punished for it.

By the end of those five days, Jimin's body was utterly exhausted.

He lay boneless on the bed, partially draped over Jungkook's body, both of them rapidly breathing.

Oh gods, please let it be over.

Not that Jungkook wasn't an impressive lover because he'd been amazing but five non-stop days of anything was too much.

Jimin ached in places he'd forgotten he had.

He was starving.

Dying of thirst. 

He wanted to sleep for a month.

Or maybe take a three-hour
long shower.

Yet, the thought of moving
didn't sound particularly appealing, either.

Maybe I'll just die here on
the spot.

"Do you think we're finally done?" Jungkook whispered against his forehead before pressing a kiss there.

"Possibly." Jimin said.

Even though he was happy to
be done, the thought of Jungkook walking away after their long weekend was enough to make him stop breathing. 

It's just the aftereffects of a full heat, He means nothing to me.

Nothing.

He frowned, knowing that
wasn't true.

Even if they'd come together
as strangers, after their days shared, they both knew one another in ways most never would.

Both had seen the other's latent desires, their animal need.

Not even Kai had seen Jimin
in such a state.

They lay there for the better
part of an hour, silent.

Waiting to see if another wave
of desire would enslave them.

Finally, Jungkook rolled to his side and smirked.

"I think we're in the clear."

He nodded, forcing a smile.

Now what happened?

Would the alpha run for the
hills, leaving him there alone?

I would in his shoes.

He didn't want this.

No more than I did.

Jungkook quickly slid from the bed and marched into the bathroom.

Couldn't get away from me
fast enough.

He winced, wondering why
he'd think that.

Jungkook owed him nothing.

To expect anything from the alpha was presumptuous, at best.

Still, it stung.

Jimin tried to roll himself to the edge but struggled to move.

Every muscle in his body ached.

Finally, he got himself seated
at the side of the bed, both
feet squarely on the cool, wooden floor.

He stared around at the bedroom, really seeing it for
the first time in days.

Everything was white.

White walls. White drapes.

White bedding.

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