On the fourth morning of his official residence in Hoseok's apartment, Jimin wakes up wet.
Wet and empty.
He rolls onto his stomach with a plaintiff whimper, not understanding why he isn't being filled right now, why he's alone. Reaching down the back of his underwear, he slips two fingers inside of his slick, quivering hole and greedily fucks into himself. It's not enough; he needs more. He needs his alpha. He needs his alpha's cock to fill him up. Where is he?
The closer Jimin tips towards orgasm, the more upset he gets. He needs to be knotted so badly—why won't his alpha knot him? The only scent he can pick up his his own sad arousal. No alpha. No alpha? But he needs one.
There's one in the apartment somewhere—but that's not his alpha. Not that one.
Jimin tilts his hips, desperate to get his fingers in deeper. If he doesn't have an alpha, they're all he's got. He's gotta be his own alpha, just like he always is. He's got toys... in a box somewhere...
No, no, no, he knows he has an alpha. Alpha knotted him, alpha was getting him ready.
Ready? Ready for what?
To breed, of course. To fill up until he's full and ready to burst. He was so ready... So ready to take alpha...
He still is. Pulling his fingers from his hole, he spreads himself, tugging at the edges of his rim. He's so loose, he can take alpha. If only alpha would come to him.
Jimin plunges three fingers back into his hole and works them inandoutandinandout until the stimulation heaves him over the edge. He cums with a choked cry into his pillow, distantly remembering that he needs to stay quiet for some reason, and collapses into a trembling, soggy heap.
Fuck.
Fuck.
What the hell was that?
He hastily wipes his soaking fingers off with the inside of the sheet and fumbles for his phone in the dark. The screen informs him that it's barely quarter to six, but he dials Yoongi's number anyway. Even as he's waiting for Yoongi to pick up, or leave a voicemail or whatever, the urge to touch himself again wells up. What the hell is happening to him?
"H'llo...?"
"H-Hi," he croaks, squeezing his thighs together. It's wet and uncomfortable and doesn't do anything to absolve the pressure rapidly ballooning inside of him. "It's Jimin."
"Mm. Jimin. Time 's it...?"
"Early. L-Look, I'm sorry for... but I'm—Fuck, this is fucking humiliating but I just woke up fucking soaked and my heat isn't supposed to start for another, like, month. Is this, like, normal? Does this happen to omegas?"
There's some rustling on Yoongi's end of the line. "Sounds like you're going into yours early," he mumbles. "You're jus' starting pre-heat."
Jimin blinks a few times, trying to process that. "That can happen?"
"Sure. 'S just a hormonal cycle... You took your first knot recently, so your body is probably like... Woo, alpha cock."
"Shit," Jimin groans, flopping back onto his pillow. "I didn't plan for this. What the hell am I supposed to do?"
"Well... Hate t' say it, but... you could go hop on Jeongguk's dick. I wouldn't trust you going into heat while you're at Hoseok's apartment, even if he can't smell you. Jeongguk is familiar 'n you've knotted safely, so..."
"I... Yeah, but—"
"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he's getting possessive of you. He'll get you through your heat, Jimin. It won't be anything like your first experience."
