Pick • me! (The rebellious one) || VMin

16. Getting some treats

"Still no apologizing?"

"Don't make fun of- Don't make fun of it!"

"How can we not make fun of it?" Seojoon asks, holding back laughter, unlike Wooshik and Hyungsik who don't hide how stupid the matter seems to them. "You're on the verge of needing hospitalization because you don't agree with the only Omega you've let touch you, and you know you would let touch you. It's ridiculous how much you try to make yourself look worthy."

"No need for a recount." Taehyung grumbles at Seojoon and Jungkook shrugs.

"There's a party at Jackson's house today," Jungkook announces, tapping his shoulder with a book. "Jimin's going to go. He has a test today that he's been studying for months and he'll be free, I'm sure he's going to drink the entire liquor reserve at Jackson's house." he mocks indiscreetly.

"And that should matter to me because...?"

"Why would it be."

Jungkook leaves whistling, he has classes. Taehyung grumbles and tries to turn over the plans he has to draw. They gave him the option to make up for his absence by designing a small space that is five square meters and comfortable.

At least his teachers have compassion for him. It is clear that outside of his spontaneous heat, he is a good student with potential. Plus they are kind teachers.

Jungkook's career is not like that at all.

"So," Hyungsik starts. "What time do we meet to go to the party,"

"I didn't say I'm going," Taehyung claims.

"It's obvious you're going," Wooshik says, shaking his hand, unconcerned.

"You love to act dignified. It should be illegal," Seojoon says quietly. Taehyung rubs his forehead.

He has a lot of heat built up, the hormones are killing him; it may not be the heat, but he has horrible after-effects and is on the verge of collapse. The worst part is that he feels it's best to go home because of this. Not to bother anyone if the symptoms get worse. In the blink of an eye, without remembering how it happened: he's holed up in Jackson's house, drinking and talking animatedly with his friends.

"Uh, look, Jimin's over there."

Taehyung turns his neck so fast that Wooshik almost spits out what's in his mouth, laughing hysterically. Don't let it show how desperate he is. Jimin greets Jackson animatedly. The Omega wearing a tank top with a completely bare back, exposing a moon tattoo.

"Has he always had that?"

"Why are you asking me?" Taehyung murmurs, not paying attention to Seojoon.

"Because you were the one who had a bed relationship. That's why. Obviously."

"He's really stupid because of the hormones, poor thing." Wooshik mocks.

"Go say hi. Don't be shy now."

"Uh, Taehyung coming up at three o'clock."

Jimin discreetly fixes his hair and as soon as he has Taehyung in front of him he can't help but smile mischievously, he pulls a lock of hair, just enough for him to feel it, but not hurt.

"And those hormones? Another spontaneous and unbalanced heat ruining your life?" Jimin asks in a mocking tone and Taehyung glares at him. "See? You miss me so much" Jimin celebrates. "And it ends so easily."

Taehyung looks around. It seems that even Jackson knows about the subject judging by his gesture. Jungkook with his arms crossed, looking amused. Taehyung gives a long growl, scratching his neck and accidentally scratching himself. He feels his fangs growing and venom filling his mouth.

"Don't treat it like you won something. I'm perfectly fine."

"Yeah, of course you are. We can all tell." Jungkook says, laughing and pushing him back. Jimin sticks his lips out and stands on his toes to give him a little peck.

"You're such a spoiled brat, Tae-Tae."

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Jimin stifles a gasp, lifted off the floor by Taehyung who presses him against the wall. There's a bed just a meter and a half away and the Alpha doesn't seem to notice at all. More focused on kissing Jimin and constantly thrusting into him. They're still fully clothed, so there's nothing but rubbing and the warning of how hard he is.

As they separate, Jimin grabs his face, laughing with red cheeks and wide eyes. He squeezes Taehyung's cheeks, who gives a guttural growl. "We've got enough of a night. Don't be so impatient," Jimin asks before kissing him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and closing his legs around him.

Kissing becomes insufficient, falling to the floor where the most heard is the clatter of the belts. Jimin hits his head, Taehyung pulled him too hard to take off his pants. Once free he approaches again. Jimin inhales and exhales, calming himself until he gives a soft moan from the penetration.

Taehyung rests his forehead on Jimin's shoulder, with his hot breath escaping through his mouth; Jimin's scent just as he remembers it: provocative and flirtatious towards him. He takes him by the thighs again, bending the Omega a little more where he is, moving is so complicated for him, but the sensation is such that he is afraid to change position.

Jimin rubs his cheek against Taehyung's until he kisses him on the mouth again, holding on to the broad back covered by a black shirt that fades to violet; Jimin massages his scalp and caresses his hair.

He leans on Taehyung's shoulder once the rhythm is stronger, more uncontrolled and rough. His moans persist and become more scandalous; the bites on his shoulder and back constantly hitting the wall. He drools on Taehyung's shoulder, feeling the pressure and the rebound of his body. He feels Taehyung's attempts to bite, the adrenaline that it triggers almost mercilessly. He damages the necklace, but not much more.

And the idea that he is so desperate to bite him leads him to an orgasm where he sees stars, leaving his tongue out, a agitated breathing and pulse.

This feels phenomenal.