Perfect

Fools rush

“Babe,” Jin called out for what felt like the hundredth time. The omega sat curled on the couch, watching as Taehyung’s fingers flew across the keyboard of his PC. 

“Babe,” he repeated, more insistently this time, voice lilting with the faintest trace of a whine. 

Taehyung sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair without bothering to turn around. “Just say what’s on your mind, Seokjin,” he replied, exasperation clear in his tone. 

“You. You’re on my mind,” Jin answered easily, his lips curling into a playful grin. “Stop working and have sex with me.” 

The alpha froze mid-gesture before letting out a deep, frustrated groan. “You’re testing me,” he muttered, finally swiveling his chair to face Jin. “You’re literally about to pop, Jin. You could go into labor at any moment, but you’re thinking about sex?” 

“Yes,” Jin said shamelessly, tilting his head to the side. His eyes gleamed as he gestured toward Taehyung with a wave of his hand. “Because look at you. You’re sitting there, flexing your arms, your legs all spread out like that. You’re practically seducing me. I’m not to blame for this.” 

Taehyung rubbed a hand down his face, biting back a smile despite himself. “Sweetheart, the other day, you woke me up in the middle of the night demanding sex. I wasn’t even conscious enough to seduce you.” 

Jin’s grin faltered slightly, his expression shifting as he dropped his gaze. A tinge of vulnerability crept into his voice. “You don’t understand,” he muttered under his breath. 

The teasing light in Taehyung’s eyes dimmed instantly. He got up from his chair, crossing the room to sit beside Jin on the couch. “What don’t I understand, baby?” he asked gently, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Jin’s ear. 

“It’s nothing,” Jin replied quickly, shaking his head as though to dismiss the conversation entirely. 

The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of Taehyung’s PC in the background. Jin shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Taehyung’s gaze as he whispered, “I want to go back home if you’re done—” 

“I can make you feel good, Seokjin,” Taehyung interrupted softly, leaning closer, “but no penetration.” 

“No, I don’t want to—” Jin started but trailed off, biting his lip. 

“Seokjin, honey,” Taehyung said again, his voice taking on an edge of concern. He nuzzled into Jin’s neck, his alpha instincts compelling him to scent his omega. “What is it that I’m not understanding?” 

Jin inhaled sharply, hesitating for a long moment before finally speaking. “It’s just—sex is the only form of love I’ve gotten from you for so long. Not being able to touch you like that... it makes me feel like you don’t love me anymore.” 

Taehyung froze, his chest tightening at the quiet confession. Guilt gnawed at him as he cupped Jin’s face in his hands, forcing the omega to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t realize. But listen to me—sex isn’t the only way I love you now. I show you love in every choice I make, in every moment I stay by your side. You deserve so much more than you think.” 

Jin blinked back tears, his lips trembling as he leaned into Taehyung’s touch. “But it’s so hard to believe sometimes,” he admitted quietly. 

Taehyung’s hand trailed down Jin’s back, eliciting a soft whimper from the omega. As his hand slipped beneath Jin’s waistband, Jin tensed suddenly clenching his legs instinctively.