On Again, Off Again | Jikook

Chapter 3: Setting the Mood for Therapy

Jungkook

2 Months Ago

"Jeon Jungkook, what did I tell you about leaving the seat up?!"

Oh, shit.

I had been living with Jimin for a month and things weren't as easy as I thought. Despite the fact that I kept the place clean, cooked all of our meals, and had mind-blowing sex every night with my boyfriend, a few of my habits were less than appreciated to say the least. Apparently, my showers were too long, I played games online too late (and too loud), and the most dreaded: I had the habit of leaving the seat up after I took a piss. I couldn't help but find it funny though. If Jimin yelled about it, that meant possibly two things—he was either about to take a shit, or he peed sitting down. He refused to tell me which of the two it was.

The omega stalked out of the bathroom and glared at me with his chicky pout. I couldn't help but coo, which did not help my case.

"You think it's cute that I fell in the toilet?"

"Yes." I admitted awkwardly.

He huffed. "Are you ready to go?"

I nodded, biting my lip and fiddling with my fingers.

"Are you sure you want me to sit in?"

"Yes! I-I mean please? I've never done anything like this before, so I would really appreciate having you there to keep me calm."

Jimin cupped my face. "What if you want to talk about me?"

I cocked my head to the side. "Why? Are you shy? Don't want to hear me praise you to another alpha? Don't want him to know how perfect you are?"

"There are things about me that bother you." He shook his head and pulled me off the bed so I would stand, our hands still clasped together. Plush lips pressed against my scent gland as he moved our wrists against each other, scenting me that way too. "Let's go."

He led me out of the apartment complex to his car. It was an old beater that I hated with a passion.

"Stop glaring at my car and just get in."

"You should've let me buy you a new car when I still had money. It could've even been used. This thing is a death trap."

"I don't like the idea of you buying me things like that. It'd just result in a weird power dynamic."

Huffing, I plopped my ass in the torn passenger seat, the fabric still damp from when it rained a few days ago. "Someone is going to think I'm an omega that slicked himself."

"Nobody is going to think that."

"Are you saying I couldn't pass as an omega?"

"No, I'm saying if your pants are wet and you don't smell like arousal, it's more likely people will think you pissed yourself."

My eyes blew wide. "Jimin! My ass is going to be wet!"

"Now you know a fraction of what I feel every time I fall into the damn toilet at four in the morning." He smirked, pulling down the sun visor only for it to break off completely. Shrugging, he tossed it in the back seat.

I stared at the hole where a radio used to be before someone stole it and groaned. I miss my car; I miss my bike. Bored, I pulled my phone out and put on some music.

Jimin breaked a little harder than necessary at a red light, causing the air to leave my body.

"Why'd you do that?" I whined, stomping my feet.