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'W-where are you going?'












There was very little light shining on the door step of Jimin's front room, and if Taehyung wasn't so attuned to the voice of the omega he is madly in love with, he would have probably let out a blood-curdling scream.

It was the second day of his and Jimin's cycles synching for the very first time, and it was two at night when Jimin decided to give Taehyung the scare of his life.

Not that Taehyung was afraid of the dark. Pftt, he really wasn't afraid of taking a stroll in the dead of the night. He is a grown ass man who has been brooding and circling his mate like a satellite for the last one-day in hopes he could, somehow please the grousing omega who is hell-bent on keeping him away.

Taehyung had all but holed up outside Jimin's room, pleading and whining for a second chance, a new chance to reverse the mistake he committed without thinking straight. Taehyung's begging got so persistent to the point Jimin had caved once, giving him the permission to push open the door.












Jimin was laying prettily in the middle of his nest as the door creaked open, the sound of the door handle hitting the wooden wall echoing in the silence of the room. The light in the room has been lowered to a dim glow, the moonlight from the window behind Jimin's head casting a silver sheen to the milky skin of the omega's long legs and bare thighs. Taehyung's heart thudded in anticipation when he saw Jimin raise his head to peer at him, the omega's siren eyes twinkling in the near darkness, seductively charming and luring him in. And Taehyung deliberately chose to die at the hands of this vixen with an endearing crooked front tooth and small fingers because, after all Taehyung was a very, very weak man at heart. Especially if the said person is a park Jimin and the love of Kim Taehyung's life.

'Taehungie', Jimin's luscious pink lips parted into a breathy whisper of his name as Taehyung crawled his way to hover over the omega laying with his chubby fingers pillowed on top of his flat abdomen. Taehyung was knocked breathless the second he caught Jimin's pointed stare as he reluctantly dragged his eyes back to the omega's eyes from his lips, mesmerized by the fluttering of Jimin's long eyelashes.

Jimin was breathing heavily through his open mouth, the omega's heated gaze not once leaving his, and Taehyung saw a certain fire dancing behind Jimin's wondrous orbs. Wordlessly, Jimin tilted his head to the side, presenting his smooth, unmarred neck and with it the gland throbbing hotly on his neck.

A rush of sweetened cherry blossoms invaded his lungs and mouth the next time Taehyung inspired, the thick scent of his omega in the apex of heat causing the remaining thin thread of self-control in him about to break. Taehyung swayed a little, his arms supporting his form above Jimin wavering under his weight, the sudden low growl that fell unprompted from Taehyung's mouth surprising both him and the omega underneath him. Jimin's eyes grew round, his jaw going slack, and then the sight was too much for Taehyung's poor heart to take.

Leaning down, Taehyung with impatience nudged his nose under Jimin's jaw, silently asking the Omega to provide access to his neck. Jimin complied, tipping his head back and inhaling a sharp breath as Taehyung nuzzled his nose over Jimin's scent gland.

Then there were large greedy hands slithering the length of Jimin's exposed thighs, restless, eager hot mouth mapping the swollen gland on his neck, soft petal lips nipping and licking, long fingers squeezing and caressing his flesh. The cherry blossoms Jimin was producing in determination were making Taehyung unable to hold back, the Alpha in him ready to take the lead and mate the omega. There was an itch in Taehyung's gums, his canines getting bigger and poking his lower lip, Jimin making a surprised noise from his throat when the sharp end of his teeth prodded the surface of the omega's scent gland. Jimin shuddered, going deliciously pliant under him, the omega's chest vibrating with small sounds of contentment.

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