Being an omega wasn't always the easiest thing to deal with, and right now, Jimin was really cursing his nature.
He was meant to be on holiday with his friends, enjoying the sun and relaxing, but instead he was stuck at his college dorms suffering from pre-heat symptoms.
The third day after everyone else had left, he had woken up feeling his stomach cramping like nothing else and his whole was body burning up, a mixture of powerful arousal and needy desperation causing him to whine loudly.
Luckily, he had toys with him to help try and break the worst of the heat, but nothing would ever compare to the real thing.
An hour later and he was already coming for the third time, back arching as he rode his favourite dildo through the sensitive aftershocks, his whole being trembling as pleasure shuddered through him.
It was just enough for the heat bubbling inside him to retreat a little, his gasps for breath evening out until he managed to remove the toy from his thoroughly abused hole.
The unpleasant sensation of feeling empty once there was nothing to fill him up had a low pit of displeasure forming in his stomach. It was hard trying to control the swings in his mood from desperation to be fucked and full, to being empty again, and then the inevitable drop in his temperament between the two before the neediness of his heat kicked back in once again.
Jimin flopped back onto his bed with a tired groan, heartbeat still thrumming in his ears as his body came down from the high.
As he gathered his strength back up, he realised what a mess his bed sheets were. There was cum, slick and sweat stains and he could only imagine just how strong the mix of those scents must be on his bedding.
Eventually, he managed to heave his exhausted body off the bed, slowly feeling energy seeping back into his bones as he rolled his shoulders.
He shoved a rather worn but very soft and long t-shirt over his head and pulled a pair of clean boxers on underneath, the hem of the shirt resting somewhere around his mid-thigh.
Reluctantly, he stripped the bedding off the mattress and heavy quilt, bundling it all half-heartedly into his spare laundry basket. Then he grabbed his clean sheets from the top shelf of his closet and remade his bed, before picking up his laundry basket and laundry liquid, and made his way out of his dorm room.
There was no one else around and the halls were eerily quiet as his feet padded softly against the worn carpet.
Luckily, he was only on the second floor, so the laundry room wasn't too far away on the ground floor.
The omega started humming to himself as the tell-tale beads of sweat began to trickle down his spine uncomfortably. He didn't have long to sort out his sheets in the washing machine before he needed to get back upstairs.
Holding the basket full of dirty bed sheets in front of him, Jimin pushed open the door to the laundry room - and walked straight into someone's chest.
The basket almost fell from his hands as Jimin staggered backwards, but there was a warm, solid hand wrapping around his arm to hold him steady against a rather broad chest.
Jimin's eyes snapped up in shock, not expecting to see anyone in the building whatsoever over the break - other than perhaps the janitor doing his weekly round.
"Yoongi-hyung?" he gaped, staring at his floor's RA with wide eyes.
Yoongi stared right back, shock evident in his own gaze. "Jimin-ah? What are doing?"
