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"Jimin, open the door," his voice boomed through the room. Jimin's breath hitches as he heard the familiar voice. He kept quiet.
"Open the door," Mr. Jeon let out a growling voice. He heard Jimin slowly moving the lock and letting the door drift open. The boy's face was slightly red and warm. Mr. Jeon eyed Jimin curiously, collecting his mind.
They stared at each other for a bit. Jimin felt so small, now realizing he was face-to-face with a purebred alpha.
"So, when omegas are in heat, who are the most likely to attack and mate?" Mr. Kim asked, looking over at Namjoon.
"The purebred alphas," the boy responded with a smile.
"Mr. J-Jeon, I-,"
"C'mere," The man said sternly, kneeling down and opening his arms.
"When do most alphas attack?"
"When omegas disobey."
Jimin crawled closer, engulfed in the strong smell of cinnamon. He wrapped his arms around the man's torso, burying his head in his neck. He took a whiff of the arousing scent.
Mr. Jeon let his hands travel along the boy's back. "What do you want me to do, Jimin?" He asked. It may have come off as, 'tell me you want me to fuck you,' and honestly, he would've loved if Jimin answered that way. But he was looking for how he wanted to get home, if he did.
"W-wan' go with y-you... want you..." Jimin mumbled embarrassingly.
"A-are you sure?!" Mr. Jeon said in surprise. He expected just a take me home, but this was stepping over the line.
Jimin nodded, a tear falling out of his eye and soaking into Mr. Jeon's button up. "Hurts..." he mumbled, making Mr. Jeon rush up with the boy in his arms and begin carrying him out of the room. He ran back to his class and picked up all of Jimin's belongings, stuffing them onto his back and professionally carrying all of the weight.
He locked the doors to the school and got to his car, putting Jimin in carefully. "Jimin, I can take you home," he said, caressing the boy's soft hair.
"D-don' want my b-brother to see me... like this," he mumbled, more tears falling from his puffy eyes.
"I-okay..." Mr. Jeon felt a pang of guilt knowing he was taking home a teenage omega in heat to take care of. He got into the driver's seat and sped along the streets to his home.
Jimin looked over with hooded eyes to see the alpha's demeanor. He seemed so caring, and part of him wanted the older to manhandle him. He stared at the watch he knew, the collar of his shirt that hid the veins on his neck. His pants clung tightly to his muscly thighs.
He eyed the interior of the car, realizing he was in a 2019 Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, with engraved seats and gold lining. The outside was gold too.
"Holy shit, Mr. Jeon—,"
"Jungkook. Call me Jungkook out here," Jungkook cut off.
"A-are you rich??" Jimin gasped.
"Maybe a little bit," Jungkook chuckled.
"How much was this car worth?" Jimin shook in anticipation, eyes darting on everything around him.
"The car itself was about 700k I think? And then I had the interior redone with gold silk and leather which was 10k. And then there's all of the extra things I have in here," Jungkook smiled lightly, remembering when it used to smell like a fresh car right out of the garage.
Jimin was awestruck, now scared of ruining the seats as he felt slick forming. He tried to keep himself from touching the seats.
Jungkook noticed this as they pulled up to his mansion. "C'mon... maybe we can get you to relax before. I call them heat waves for you."
"A heat wave?" Jimin asked furrowed his brows.
"I don't know if there's a proper term, but there's points in time where it's worse than others. Every once in a while. Then it's a bit calmer, not over, but calmer, and then it comes back," Jungkook explained before stepping out of the car and picking the boy up.
Jimin looked up with a hint of appreciation for Jungkook. "W-why are you being so nice?" He stuttered, face red at the contact that burned against his skin.
"It's your first heat, am I wrong?"
"No..."
"In your sex ed, you've learned about how alphas are attracted to your scent?"
Jimin nodded, taking in the fresh scent of Febreze in the home.
"It triggers our ruts, which can be dangerous. I want you to be prepared and ready in case I go into one, so I just... your first shouldn't be with someone like me. It's already illegal," Jungkook sighed, entering a large living room. It was decorated with intricate paintings and delicate lights. The seats were unimaginably comfy as Jimin rested.
"J-Jungkook, y-your couch will get dirty!" Jimin gasped for air, trying to push his body up. Jungkook chuckled, pushing Jimin's hips back onto the seat.
"It's okay, I won't mind," he smiled lightly. "Do you need anything?"
Jimin was silent, taking in the room.
"I-I don't think s- oh f—uuck~"
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Read Between The Lines (JiKook) REWRITTEN
Fanfiction{REWRITTEN} Jimin is an omega living in a school of too many alphas. He sucks at reading and can't comprehend it properly. When he gets a "sadist alpha" as his reading teacher, he really just wants to die. Who knew that tutoring would lead him here...
