Female Alpha [BTS (Jungkook x Reader)]

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*JUNGKOOK's POV*,,.

**at the nursery*****************

,,Careful Namjoon!'',Jimin curses as he and Namjoon struggle to lay me down onto one of the nursery beds. My arm slips out of Namjoons grip and I bump onto the bed with my right shoulder, drawing a pained cry out of me.

,,Hyung!'', Jimin lectures letting my other arm down carefully.
The elder chuckles sheepishly and holds the back of his head.
,,Sorry, I'll search for a nurse'' and with this he leaves the room.

I slowly turn my head to Jimin who stands to my left and searches through the nightstand there. His light blond hair is slightly tousled and his shiny grey eyes are fixed on what his hands are doing. His soft plumb lips are slightly pursed and his eyebows are knitted into a concentrated expression.

,,What are you looking for?'', I ask truely curious.

His eyes seem very distant, as if he is lost in his thoughts or memories, not paying attention to me questioning.

,,Jimin?'', I try again, with success this time. His angelic eyes snap out of his daze and he turns to me with a puzzled look on his features. ,,Yeah?...''

I lift one eyebrow to prompt him to answer my question. Jimins gaze softens slightly and he smiles apologetically.
,,I'm sorry, I didn't get that. What did you want to know?'' His hands still their actions and he sits himself onto the edge of the bed, carefully pulling the mask from my face. He knows that I only wear it because of the bitch they now call friend.
The cafeteria scenarios serving as a warning to my friends.

,,I wanted to know what you where searching for'', I repeat my question from before with an understanding smile, to which he just shruggs.

,,Nothing in paticular. Maybe some painkillers for you''

But the slight wavering in his voice and the light blush appearing on his cheeks gave him out.

,,What is it Jimin? You know you can trust Hyung with everything?'', I say teasing him a bit with the hyung-part. The blonds blush darkens further and he combs his hair back, which he only does when he's nervous or immitating me when I try to look seductive.

,,I don't know if I should tell you....'', he looks me into the eyes, searching for an answer to this, as if he could see through them, right into my soul.

I can't belive that my own best friend can't trust me with something that bothers him...am I that untrustworthy?

I avert my gaze from him and nod, accepting the fact that he doesn't trust me enough.
,,I'm sorry about beeing not the friend you need'', I confess with a serious face.

,,No Hyung, it's not that!'', the younger whines gripping my hand and positioning himself closer against my hips. I lift my eyes to meet his again.

,,It's just....You're very...how should I put it?'', he trys to look for the right words, so I wait patiently.

,,...sensitiv when it comes to this topic'',he finishes his excuse and waits for my reaction.

,,Okay'',I purse my lips a bit and lift both eyebrows, ,,I promise to have my emotions under control if you tell me'', I promise, more to myself then him.
The uneasy feeling errupts in the pit of my stomach, a fright that something bad must have happened to my little fluffball or someone threatened him...

He bites down onto his lower lip debating wether to tell me or not and after an eternity, which where really just a few minutes, he surrenders to my request.

,,Hyung...I think that I might, maybe have, probably taken, perhaps an interest in a person...possibly???'',his face contorts as if he feels immense pain and a hiss leaves his lips in a low voice.