Anyone, But A Jock | Jikook (Mini)

Chapter Eleven: The Omega

Jimin could barely speak, let alone walk, without Jungkook supporting him as they entered the apartment. Jungkook's scent was a storm of distress as Jimin's face lost color. He guided Jimin to the couch, but the elevated position only worsened Jimin's nausea. With a quiet groan, Jimin slid to the floor instead, clutching his body to steady his breath.

"Jimin, what do I do? How can I help you?" Jungkook asked, crouching to Jimin's level and gently brushing his hair. His eyes were dark with concern, focused entirely on the omega in front of him. Jimin's wolf purred at the tenderness.

"The heat suppressors," Jimin gasped. "They're on the back counter. I think it's my heat, but it's never hurt this bad. Please..."

Jungkook nodded quickly, urgency flashing in his eyes as he leaped to his feet. His hand briefly squeezed Jimin's shoulder before he moved toward the counter, dialing a number and pressing the phone to his ear. Jimin couldn't make out the conversation, the sharp, searing pain in his abdomen clouding everything else. Instead, he focused on the sound of Jungkook's footsteps against the floor, grounding himself in the rhythm of the familiar sound to keep from collapsing. A few moments later, the comforting scent of citrus and burgundy filled his nose again as Jungkook sat beside him.

"How soon do you think you can get here?" Jungkook asked into the phone, holding it to his ear with his shoulder to free up his hands.

He gently guided Jimin's hand to the glass. Jimin struggled to hold it, and Jungkook's alpha instincts kicked in. He brushed his thumb over Jimin's bottom lip, urging him to open his mouth, all while keeping his attention on the voice on the other end of the line. Jimin obeyed, parting his lips just enough for Jungkook to place the white suppressors on his tongue. Jungkook carefully lifted the glass to Jimin's chin after, helping him take a sip. Some water dribbled down Jimin's chin and Jungkook used the back of his knuckles to softly brush it off.

"I... I don't know. He said his heats aren't usually like this," Jungkook continued on the phone, his voice tight with concern. "I'm worried it's something bad." He placed the glass on the coffee table and reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Jimin's ear. The gesture was tender, almost approving, and Jimin's eyes fluttered closed, savoring it. A soft, happy whine escaped Jimin as he closed his eyes, the brief moment of relief easing the tension in his head.

"Alright, I'll see you soon, Ei-mo. Thank you," Jungkook said, ending the call and slipping his phone back into his pocket.

Jimin kept his eyes closed but hummed when he felt Jungkook start to scratch his scalp softly.

"Help is on the way, Jimin-ah. Do you think you can build a nest like this? My birth mom said a nest should help calm your system down." Jungkook asked, his voice so gentle it almost sounded like a purr. Jimin wasn't sure he'd ever heard him speak this way before. It was so sweet, so full of adoration like he didn't see Jimin as lesser for needing help.

"I can't," Jimin choked, shaking his head slightly. Jungkook pulled his hand back, and Jimin opened his eyes to find him nodding empathetically. Jungkook sank back and drew his knees up, resting his elbows on them. The jock scratched the back of his head in that familiar way that made his baseball cap shift with the movement. Almost subconsciously, Jimin crawled forward, his body instinctively arching as he moved to sit between Jungkook's spread legs. His omega craved the closeness. Jungkook's eyes widened as Jimin fixed his gaze on his baseball cap, a cute wrinkle forming on his nose as he reached up and pushed it off, freeing Jungkook's soft curls. Like the hat was an enemy, standing between him and having the alpha unguarded.

Jungkook swallowed hard as Jimin settled against him, the omega's head resting on his broad shoulder. After a brief pause, Jungkook slowly wrapped his arms around Jimin, pulling him close. His knees gently pressed against Jimin's sides, forming a protective, nest-like barrier around him. Jimin hummed softly, closing his eyes again. His breathing was shallow, a sheen of sweat covering his brow. Jungkook gently scratched the back of Jimin's neck, hoping the soothing touch might help calm Jimin further.