One shots - Jikook -

Its Your Fault

Jimins heat hits him early, and it's because Jungkook gets into a fight.

It happens at a bar. Jungkook leaves for the restroom, and there's an alpha taking his empty seat, asking Jimin why someone so pretty is sitting alone.

There's no way he doesn't smell Jungkook on him. No way he doesn't see the hickeys on Jimin's throat, the other on his collarbone. Jimin wonders, later, if he was trying to make a statement that Jimin's not anyone's if he isn't marked.

As If he needed to think about mating even more than he already does.

Jimin can handle himself, Jungkook knows that, Jimin knows Jungkook knows that. In fact, as the aloha leans his mouth to Jimins jaw, arms snaking around his hips. Jimin was one second away from clocking the guy in the face and immediately regretting that he never. Then Jungkook appeared in front of the two, his fist connecting to he other alphas nose.

Two alphas in a fight is never good business, so doing his job the bartender, who served Jimin and Jungkook earlier, kicked the two alphas out before it escalated any further then just hitting and punching. Obviously Jimin following behind Jungkook. Still, the angry alphas pheromones her to him and Jimin hardly waits until they're through their apartment door to tear Jungkook's clothes off. But that's the extent of it, or so he thinks.

Jimin starts heating up a few mornings later. At the studio  sweating more then usual, gulping down his water bottle so quickly he has to refill it too often, but he doesn't think anything of it, his heats not due for another two weeks, it's not even on his mind..

"Are you okay?" Jin-Hyung asks him, at some point, handing him a towel. Jimin frantically wipes the back of his neck but the sweats still there.

Jin was eyeing his flustered cheeks and sweaty brows. He takes a breath near Jimin and his brows furrowed. "Dude, you smell weird...sure you aren't on your h-" He got interrupted by a confused Jimin.

"No it can't be and it's probably because I'm sweating buckets."

By noon, he is rock hard.

He's lucky he's wearing loose sweaters this day rather than tight leggings, but it's still easy enough to spot . Then he realizes that he got hard for nothing and starts to think if he really is on heat. None of the other alphas have noticed or smelt anything so he thinks he can last the rest of the day. So that makes Jimin think his heat has hit probably yet.

He doesn't want to skip practice when he's going to be out for commission for the next four days, anyway.

He miscalculates. After a few hours, Jin-Hyung and the other alphas have started to shoot surreptitious glances; he catches Tae-Hyung suddenly eyeing his bulge, though Jimins not sure he even knows he's doing it. Jimin ignores then. He's watching himself in the mirror, working through a body roll, hand snaking down his torso, and the wave of brief pleasure that's follows has him leaking.

Everyone smells it; no one breaks formation; they are way to professional to do that. But as soon as the run-through is over, everyone's looking at him. Jimin flushes, turns around, and runs to the locker room.

He catches his breath against a cold locker. The arousal grows until he's aching, itching to touch himself, but he doesn't want to, knowing it won't be enough. He dials Jungkook number, which he has in speed dial, with trembling hands.

"Hey babe." The sound of Jungkooks voice has him sighing in relief. He can hear wonderful voices in the background from his singing studio, and briefly, he feels guilty, wonders if he should get himself home and wait it out until Jungkooks done for the day. But then he thinks about waking home where anyone can see it smell him, thinks about waiting, and the words tumble right out his mouth.