Wildflower

Chapter 4; Jungkook

  Yoongi is already dead asleep by the time I finish my shower. Standing over him, I study his sleeping face. He's too pretty. Very pretty but there's a definite touch of masculine charm that doesn't seem to suit most omegas. An edge of tough grit amongst soft creamy skin. Aged a bit though I'm not sure of his actual age anyway.
His skin is smooth and soft but toned underneath with sinewy muscle from living a hard life. It's appealing and I can see what the other alphas see. Not worth it.
       No matter how appealing, I'll never allow myself to go down that road and become weak again. Never lose my control ever again. It's simply amusing to tease him.
       Quickly changing into fresh clothes, I fix my complexion and head back outside, locking the bedroom door to keep unwanted visitors out. Jimin lounges out in the hall, waiting for me.
       Rolling my eyes, I huff. "Stalker." 
       "Cheater."
       "Of what game, exactly?"
       He smiles a wide playful smile. "The game of life."
       "I happen to be an expert player, Min. No cheating here." I bump his shoulder playfully back. "Where's Taehyung run off to again? We need to meet with father."
        He hesitates and I immediately know. "He's going to get himself into trouble. He knows better." My smile dropping a bit.
Jimin slithers up to my side and wraps his fingers around my arm. His pouty lips pursing a bit. "I know the feeling." His breath his hot on my cheek before his lips press against it. He groans. "When are you going to give in and fuck me? Just once."
I remain still, unwilling to hurt his feelings, as he grinds into my thigh. Luckily we are alone in the hall. "Jiminie, stop this. You're an alpha, remember? There is never going to be an us."
He huffs. "So what?! You hate omegas anyway and I'm only interested in you. I'll even pretend to be your omega—just for you. You won't have to worry about stupid attachments, either. No bonding or pregnancy. You can use my body to your contentment." He smiles.
I won't lie, his words tempt me but I hold out. Gently, I grasp his hand and free myself from his grip. His smile flickers into disappointment and I hate it. I care about Jimin but not the way he wants me to. "There's already an attachment problem, yeah"
"That's my problem, not yours. Let me relieve you. You're going to fuck that omega you don't even like but won't give me a chance?" Disgust is obvious on his face.
"There's a purpose to sleeping with him." Reminding him once more. "There's no point in sleeping with you." Honestly is the best with him.
Hurt fills his face but I don't let up. "Stop it. You need to give up on me and find someone else. An omega to please you. You shouldn't crave me to fuck you, Jimin. You should crave to fuck an omega."
Glaring, he crosses his arms. "Don't tell me what I should 'crave', Jungkook. Maybe I'm a little more desperate than normal because my coming rut makes me horny but you know as well as I do that there is no omega around to deal with it."
There is that.
The only close omega we have working for us exclusively is Namjoon. And right now he's servicing Taehyung most likely. Like always. Taehyung is a little obsessed with him. He can't claim him as a mate but he plays with him too much, allowing no other alpha to touch him. He's possessive. It's pathetic. We're all pathetic. It's tragic. A fucking mess.
I rub my face, annoyed at everything all of a sudden. "Let's go."
Sobering up from his little lustful stunt, he frowns. "Are we going to disturb them?"
"He knows he's not supposed to be messing with him. We're too busy for this shit and father is expecting us. He needs to get his shit together. We don't have time for this."
"Are you going to announce your little arrangement tonight?"
"I might let it slip I'm considering taking a mate to shut them up but I'm not explaining anything."
He nods silently, thinking.
I come to stop at a locked metal door, rolling my eyes, I unlock it with my skeleton key and shove the door open. Loud moans and cries fill the air as well as the musky smell of sex.
Across the room, Taehyung's nude body covers the omega's, glistening with sweat. Their moans muffled by their kisses. I punch the wall hard enough to leave a hole and announce our presence.
Tae's head whips around to glare at us and I see blood on his mouth.
Annoyance turns to anger and disbelief as I stomp over to them and rip Taehyung off the omega's body. He growls, obviously overtaken and drugged on the omega's blood. Drunk on it. Jimin grabs Tae and holds him down as I check over the omega.
He's pale and covered with bite marks and bruises. His neck is bloody. I curse under my breath and try to rouse him from unconsciousness. A tinge of fear sparks inside me. The thought of Tae being driven to true insanity... "Namjoon, are you alright? Do you need a doctor?" I ask softly.
Our family hired—forced—Namjoon to be our family omega. Only allowed to serve our family and no one else. Anytime our alpha needs rise up, he would be the one to satisfy. I've hated the arrangement and never once occupied the thought of using him. It just felt wrong.
Unfortunately, my brother Taehyung has never shared that same sentiment. It was love at first sight to him. He's the only one that has ever used Namjoon. He's also so possessive he's only ever hurt him in his obsession and jealousy. It's sickening to see him slowly turn into a monster.
Namjoon takes in a shaky breath and nods. "I'm okay. He was just a little rough this time. I'll recover."
I eye his abused neck and wrists. "You've lost a lot of blood."
He shakes his head, eyes becoming frantic. "I'm really fine. I've taken worse from him. He just gets a little overexcited." His voice is low and pleasing.
I realize maybe the possession isn't one sided. Maybe Namjoon is attached to Taehyung as well. Just great. Two crazies.
I ruffle his hair softly. "You know he's only allowed to take you once a week if needed. How many times has he been here this week?" I ask, already knowing.
Namjoon averts his gaze, ashamed. "Everyday."
"Everyday." I repeat, shaking my head. "It's dangerous. The more he's with you the crazier and out of control he becomes. One day he's going to kill you in his 'overexcitment'."
His gaze becomes desperate. "I ask for him to come. I'm lonely. You don't need me so I only have him. I don't mind, really."
I sweep my eyes to Jimin who stares back knowingly. It's gone way too far. "I'm going to have to lock you up somewhere else for your safety Namjoon. Just for a few days until Taehyung calms himself. He's going to claim you if he doesn't stop. You know what will happen if he does?" I ask, trying to be as kind as I can.
He swallows hard. "Your father will throw me out."
I shake my head. "No. He will rape you in front of Taehyung to force your claim to break then he will kill you before tossing your body out. You are here for one thing and one thing only. Simply to service our needs. Not to be our mate or companion. Taehyung is putting you at risk. I don't want anything bad to happen to you, Namjoon, so please listen to me."
I truly care for Namjoon. He's been with us for years now. All throughout my fuck ups and mistakes. He's been constant and a good ear to listen to my grievances or just for advice. He is a good companion to talk to but I don't want to let on I enjoy his platonic company much more than his body—the purpose of his existence here. Father is cruel and would not tolerate either me nor Taehyung growing a bond with what he considers family property.
He shudders out a sigh and nods, resigned. "I understand."
Helping him dress, I walk him out of the room and down the hall to another bedroom. One Taehyung can't get into. I settle him inside and still call the doctor to ease him. He thanks me quietly but I can tell he's depressed at being refused Taehyung. I eye the bite on his neck, praying it doesn't take a claim.
Once back in the other room, I slap Taehyung hard upside the head. "The fuck is wrong with you?! Clean yourself up. Father is waiting."
Grumbling and cursing, he stalks off to the bathroom to clean up. I drop down on the edge of the bed and rest my head in my hands, just over everything.
Jimin kneels before me, placing his hands on my thighs. "If you're stressed, I can help with that."
"Not you too."
Shrugging, he massages my inner thighs. "Not a bad idea. He'll be a few minutes and I'll be quick. Let me suck you off." He pleads, licking his lips. "I won't ask for more. I just want to taste you. Please."
I stare down at his wide eyes and soft lips. The stress getting to me and desire stirring within me. I hate that part of myself. I hate being an alpha and needing release.
Reluctantly, I grasp his jaw hard, looking into his eager eyes. "Just this once. You have to hurry." Slowly, I unzip my pants and release my throbbing cock.
Jimin moans and immediately takes it into his mouth, swallowing it down in one strong gulp. Grunting, I fuck his mouth hard and fast, shoving myself down his throat as far as I can.
He gags and eagerly opens for more. Tears rolling down his cheeks as I refuse him air to breathe. Gripping his hair, I thrust into his throat fast, gasping low for air as I feel my release building...building....
I explode hot cum down his throat and he drinks it down desperately. I slowly pull out and he falls to his hands and knees, gasping for air, his entire body shuddering.
"Satisfied?"
He lifts his head and crawls over to me, softly licking the drops of cum on the head of my cock. "It was better than I was expecting." He grins. "I think I could die of suffocation from your dick and be happy."
"Freak."
He opens his mouth to speak but says nothing as Taehyung walks back into the room, looking refreshed and back to normal.
He stumbles in shock at the sight of Jimin between my legs and my cock in his hand. His jaw drops. "Are you fucking kidding me?! You interrupt my time with Namjoon—an actual omega—just to be fucking around yourself with another alpha! That's sick. You two are gross!" He gags, covering his eyes.
"I think I'm blind." He moans.
Rolling my eyes, I push Jimin off and tuck myself back into my pants, standing and pretending that didn't just happen. Jimin is red from embarrassment and Tae is still gagging in disgust.
I wrap my arm around Tae's shoulders and smile. "I'll keep your secret if you keep mine." Winking at Jimin as we finally make our way to father's office.
Tae grumbles while Jimin follows silently behind us.