[🔞] 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐑 [𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓] ✓

nectar (finale)

Jimin checked his watch again. 8:15 pm.

Jungkook's meeting with the regional managers had been going on for over two hours now.

Jimin sighed and tried to refocus on the quarterly reports laid out in front of him, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

A warm flush was creeping up his neck and face.

He loosened his tie, but that provided little relief from the growing heat spreading through his body.

Jimin's breath caught in his throat as realization hit him like a truck.

No, not here. Not now.

His heat wasn't due for another three weeks at least. But there was no mistaking the telltale signs - the feverish warmth, the light sheen of sweat forming on his brow, the slow build of an insistent ache blossoming low in his abdomen.

Jimin swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.

He needed to get out of the office before it became overwhelming. If anyone else caught even a hint of his scent when his heat fully kicked in...he shuddered at the thought.

As Jungkook's mate, he was thoroughly claimed. (Not that most people knew of it - the mate being Jungkook that is)

But unmated alphas had been known to go into ruts triggered by an omega's heat pheromones, and that was a scenario Jimin wanted to avoid at all costs in the workplace.

Hurriedly packing his briefcase, Jimin tried to project an air of nonchalance as he made his way to the corridor, throwing a polite "Goodnight!" over his shoulder to the few staffers working late. He hoped the dim lighting concealed the flush in his cheeks.

Just as he reached the elevator, Jimin heard the heavy doors to the corner conference room open and familiar voices spilling out.

His heart stopped as Jungkook's rich laughter reached his ears. Turning slowly, Jimin met his mate's warm brown eyes across the lobby.

Even from here, Jungkook must have picked up on Jimin's distressed scent, because his smiled slipped into a concerned frown. "Jimin-ssi? You heading out?"

"Y-yeah, I was just-" Whatever excuse Jimin was about to give was cut off by a sudden cramp deep in his core.

He gasped, knees almost buckling as slick began to gather slick between his legs.

In an instant, Jungkook was there, steadying hands on Jimin's shoulders as his eyes widened. "Fuck, Jimin-ah, your heat..." He threw a look over his shoulder to where the other managers were watching the exchange with confusion. "My office. Now."

Jungkook propelled them quickly across the lobby and through the double doors to the wide office space, shutting them firmly behind them. He didn't even have a chance to speak before Jimin was on him, kissing him hungrily.

Fuck.

Jungkook groaned into the kiss, pulling Jimin flush against him as the omega whimpered at the contact.

"Need you," Jimin gasped between heated kisses, hands roaming over the firm planes of Jungkook's chest and back. He could feel his alpha's arousal hot and heavy against his thigh, driving him higher.

"Fuck, you're killing me," Jungkook panted, lips trailing down the slender column of Jimin's neck as he inhaled deeply, scenting his mate's sweet sweet gland.

His tongue found the mark on Jimin's scent gland and he sucked at it firmly, making Jimin whine and buck against him. "Been driving me crazy all day just with your usual pretty smell. Now this..."