His Oblivious Mate || TK

4.

Taehyung POV

"You fucking did what?" yelled Jimin in a sudden outburst of disbelief, causing him to swiftly rise from the old wooden chair that he had occupied just moments ago, startling the other students nearby who turned their curious gazes towards our direction, while the stern look of disapproval from the librarian intensified. Feeling a pang of guilt, I offered the librarian a sheepish, apologetic smile as I gently ushered Jimin back to his seat.

"Shut the fuck up, hoe. You're gonna get us kicked out," I hissed.

"I don't fucking care," Jimin whisper-yells. "How could you do that? He's a complete stranger, boy. A complete stranger. How could have you let him sleep in the same bed as you?"

"I'll be honest, Minnie, I feel really comfortable around Jungkook," I start, "Like I just don't feel awkward around him. I feel like I can be myself when I'm with him and just you know, be free. It's like a breath of fresh air, you know? And then there's the attraction part. God, I could throw myself at him. And whatever cologne he uses, is to fucking die for. I could like smell him all day, no cap."

"First of all, eww. Why would you just smell him all day, that's giving desperation. And second, are you fucked in the head or something? Just because you 'feel' comfortable around him, doesn't mean you can just let him sleep in the same bed as you!" Jimin yells once again.

"Voices down, Kim and Park," hisses the librarian.

"Yes, Miss," I mutter as I glare at Jimin.

"Ugh, does that bitch have a rat up her ass. Why she so cranky?" Jimin mutters. "Ah, yes. Where were we? Oh yeah, you dumb bitch. You're gonna get yourself raped."

"Jimin, cool down. I'm not dumb. I'll know when he's crossing the line. And it was just for one night, yeah?" I say.

"I'm coming over after class and fixing his bed," Jimin states.

"Since when are you bob the builder?" I mumble.

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Jungkook POV

As I bound up the stairs with quick, excited steps to reach the dorm, a joyous smile lights up my face. The thought that Taehyung might already be back fills me with anticipation, each step carrying me closer to the possibility of seeing him again. However, as I draw near to the entrance, a peculiar sensation tugs at my senses. The familiar, comforting fragrance of my little dove envelopes me, yet intertwined with it is another scent.

Mate is with someone else

"Fuck." In a sudden burst of urgency, I found myself fumbling to identify the presence behind the door. As I swiftly turned the key and pushed my way into the room, my eyes were met with the sight of Taehyung perched on the bed, fully engrossed in his phone with his backside subtly raised in the air. However, my attention quickly shifted to the unfamiliar figure by the damaged bed, who was diligently engaged in repairing it.

Kill him

Wolfie got a bit mad there. But for real, who the fuck is he. And how dare he come inside my dorm and be near my mate? 

"Oh Jungkook, you're back. Jimin's just fixing your bed. Say hi, Jimin," Taehyung says as he turns around. Jimin shoots me a look. "Be nice, Minnie."

"Hey, Jungkook," Jimin mumbled.

"Hi," I say, quickly. "Who is he, little dove?"

"Little dove? What the fuck?" Jimin mutters, his utterance almost a whisper as he voices his incredulity.

"He's Jimin," Taehyung replies, tilting his head.

"Who is he to you?" I ask again, my voice bordering desperation.