On Again, Off Again | Jikook

Chapter 4: Split Paths and Hennessy

Jimin

I stood in the break room by the microwave until it finally dinged. When I opened the door to the microwave, someone entered the room. The sickeningly sweet scent of bubblegum with vodka made me tense up and the scoff did not help my case.

"I can't tell if you're big because of pre-heat bloating, or because you're just a fucking cow."

My hand gripped my chopsticks tightly to the point they snapped. "What the fuck do you want, Hae-won?" I whipped around to look her in the eyes and she grimaced.

"Poor Jungkook, stuck with seeing you. I wouldn't be surprised if he went back to his old ways just to get some satisfaction from someone who isn't a complete disgust to look at." She sneered.

Rolling my eyes, I ran my fingers through my hair. "I've been the only one with Jungkook for three years. I can't say the same for you. Even when you were 'together'—which was just casual sex, for the record—he had a list of other people on speed dial. It's been years. Give it up."

"I'm guessing you still haven't met Head Alpha Jeon."

I stiffened.

She laughed loudly. "Of course not! You're a fucking omega, and a lowly one at that. And a man! Your name means nothing. You're a fucking bastard! You don't even know your father! He left you, and Jungkook will too. The Nightshade Pack has been run by purebred alphas for generations. Do you think some omega nobody is going to come and muddy the bloodline of the Jeons? Get over yourself."

"Sometimes, I think you asked your father to hire me just so you could harass me every day." I deadpanned. I stepped closer to her. "Jungkook is mine. I trust him. He's faithful and he loves me."

"Omegas are the bane of alphas' existence. Why else would he be with you?"

"Maybe because he's bisexual?" I laughed and shook my head.

"Omega's don't count."

"They sure do when I have my dick in his mouth."

Her eyes widened, scandalized, as her scent started to smell more like her vodka undertones. I smirked.

"Oh, I forgot that Jungkook used to subscribe to toxic, alpha-centered masculinity. He didn't give oral, just received it. Silly me." I hit my head with the palm of my hand. "How could I forget?"

She stood there, spluttering, as I shook my head.

"Jungkook says he's bi, so he's bi. I shouldn't have had to say that to get a reaction. If I wasn't amab, but still a man, he would still be bi. Have a nice week while I spend mine getting fucked by Jungkook through our heat/rut." I winked.

I pushed past her and went back to my shitty cubicle, dumping my lunch in the trash can before exhaling. The light caught my ring and I smiled sadly, fiddling with it. Jungkook had gotten them for us for our six month anniversary. I chuckled. He really was a dork. I couldn't help but reminisce about it.

After finishing work, I went to the bathroom and locked the door behind me before doing my business. Since I was using a public restroom, I peed standing up. Yes, I pee sitting down normally, and no, I would not be telling Jungkook that information. I developed the habit after getting my dick pierced. Plus, it's been said to be better for you anyway.

While washing my hands, I made eye contact with myself in the mirror. Gripping the white porcelain sink, I studied myself.

Maybe I should be careful about what I eat. I do look a little puffy.

Shaking my head, I looked away, swallowing the bitter taste in my mouth. I grabbed some paper towels and dried my hands, using the same paper to avoid touching the door handle as I left.