Burn It Up (ABO!Yoonmin)

I

Jimin nearly put a hole in the cheap dorm's door, stumbling into him and his rommate's place with a whine. His fingers shook as he reached out for the doorknob, quickly ducking in and slamming it behind him.

How could he fucking forget?

Changing phones wasn't an excuse. He could've marked it on the calendar, or had the memory to put the monthly reminder on his new phone. Instead he was a shaking mess, having embarrassed himself by scrambling out of his professor's lecture a few minutes prior, earning weird looks from everyone.

Several alphas looked up at him as he left, and Jimin could have sworn he saw one smirk, which had only made him even more nervous. His friend Tae met his panicked gaze, but he rushed out too quickly to assure him he was alright.

All of this could have been avoided-- yet here he was, whimpering as he threw off his bag onto the kitchen table, stripping off his winter coat like his life depended on it.

The poor thing was in heat.

Jimin would've thought to lock the door if he were in his right mind. He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the minifridge with trembling fingers and throwing open a cabinet to take a snack. All that was left was a skimpy bag of chips, but he took it anyway, knowing he'd be hungry later and would be in no shape to get up.

Once to his bedroom, he threw himself into bed, dropping the items next to it. Another anguished whine escaped his lips as he tugged off his shirt, burning up like lava was coursing under his skin.

"Fuck, fuck," he breathed, fisting his hair and laying back against the pillow. His hips had a mind of their own, jolting once he gingerly brushed a hand against the hem of his jeans. Fingertips brushed against his navel, and he jumped again, throwing his head back before slowly allowing himself some friction through the fabric, feeling all too slick already.

It didn't feel as good as it would with an alpha or beta helping him through it, yet his own touches still felt pretty good-- they curbed the pain that was growling at him more and more by the minute, his inner wolf demanding someone to help him be satisfied. If he would've remembered, maybe he would've politely asked a close friend to help him beforehand.

Soon enough, he tugged down his jeans, quietly gasping at the strange feeling of slick between his legs. Jimin would never get use to it.

Kicking them off, he brushed the hair out of his eyes with one hand, the other coming to continue his work at the front of his underwear, tearing a coo from the omega.

"A-Alpha." His wolf took the reigns, letting him imagine someone else's hands, someone else's warm breath against the shell of his ear, someone else's quiet growl of approval from his submission. "Y...Yes, please, please..."

He came unexpectedly, unfulfilled, crying out into the pillow as he arched his back off the mattress. God, this wouldn't be enough.

Tears stung the corner of his eyes as he rolled onto his stomach, grinding down against the soft sheets through panted breaths. Nothing was feeling good enough.

Not until a scent reached his nose.

It was unmistakably from an alpha, one a bit older than him, by the feel of it. It smelled like-- citrus? And fresh paper, like they wrote in their spare time. Yet it didn't have a scent of wanting. Had the alpha not smelled him yet?

This only made him cry more, mewling out and tugging at the sheets like they could save him.

Jimin was in too deep to hear the front door to the dorm click.

"Jimin?" Yoongi said, almost quizzically, sounding slightly concerned. "Taehyung texted me that you rushed out of last period in a hurry, so I--"

His roommate froze.

The smell of peaches and cream flooded his mind, the overwhelming waves of pheromones crashing into him and making him lean against the kitchen counter.

So good. Too good. He slowly took off his hoodie, pursing his lips as his wolf growled in the back of his mind, urging him to hurry the hell up. Find the omega.

Yoongi soon relented, still slightly sober-minded as he called out for his roomie again.

"J-Jimin, are you..." He opened the door to the other's room slowly, just a crack, and his heart nearly stopped. "...okay?"

Jimin was less than okay. The omega was a mess, his hair wild from nuzzling into the blankets, and his cheeks stained with tears. He was writhing on his stomach, underwear bunched up as his heels, and his hips digging into the bed beneath him.

Before Yoongi could properly react, Jimin opened his eyes, looking up at him with the most pathetic and pleading gaze he'd ever seen. "Y-Yoon...gi. Alpha."

The name made him growl audibly this time, the scent now gaining an identity and making him want to pounce onto the man in front of him. He smelled... so good. Too good. His mind started to go blank, and he turned away, hearing the resulting whimper behind him.

Had it been anyone else, he would've answered the call right away, knowing they'd be thankful once they were normal once more. He would've helped them eagerly, kissing over their neck to tease the idea of a claim and pinning them down with anticipating hands.

But this was Jimin.

He'd known the omega since they were just pups, their mothers having been best friends before they were born. Min Yoongi had been the quieter one, examining the younger pup at first, who was loud and jumpy. Yet as the years had gone by, the two had become closer than most other people in their respective lives.

Yoongi loved him, yes, and loved him enough to hesitate before just answering the call to fuck him senseless.

His voice came out in a thin whisper, and he rubbed his temples, trying to stay calm as his arousal fought against him.

"Jiminie, you don't... You wouldn't want to," he began, turning back around and biting his lip at the sight of his whimpering hyung. "You're in heat, baby, you don't know." The endearing name slipped past him before he could stop it, and he flushed harder, letting his eyes rake over the curve of the younger's back, licking his lips at the slick coating his thighs.

Jimin shook his head fervently, reaching out a small hand to the older with a sound of need. His lips were pink and swollen from biting them to keep quiet, and his quivering hips made Yoongi take a step closer, letting his instincts guide him as he took hold of his hand. Jimin seemed to relax a little at this, a small drunken smile coaxing his lips as he gazed up to him.

"Please, alpha, I want i-it. I d-do... need." He panted out the words, nuzzling his cheek into the other's palm and kissing his thumb. The gesture made Yoongi crumble, groaning and lowering to his knees next to the bed.

"I have c-class in a... few minutes."

"It hurts."

The alpha let out a low growl once more, making Jimin sigh out another moan and lean into his hand, eyes half-lidded with need.

Yoongi's inner conscience tugged on his heartstrings, telling him to run away and at least find someone else to help his best friend.

But his alpha told him to take him, make him his, show him what he's made of. He's begging for it anyway, right? He wants him, needs him. He wants to fuck him into the mattress hard enough to maybe skip next month's heat, bite into his neck to show everyone around them who he belonged to.

He blinked, trailing his thumb across the tear-stained cheek of his roommate. Jimin looked to him expectantly, something deeper sparking in his pupils, and Yoongi hoped that it meant he really knew what was going on.

He settled for the halfway mark, deciding he'd stay true to his best friend, but also satisfy him enough to make it through his cycle.

Before the begging omega could moan again, he took on his alpha tone.

"Sit up for me, Jimin-ah."