Female Alpha [BTS (Jungkook x Reader)]

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JUNGKOOK POV

"Yah! S-Slow down!''

"Y-You wish. I don't -fuck- go soft''

"You'll kill me!''

"You'll just feel sore to-tomorrow...shit...''

The blonde throws his head back pressing his teeth together and releasing groans and whines here and there. Sweat drops from his forehead and runs down his temples over his rosy cheeks. The blonde hair already wet and his plump lips glistening with an angry red tone.

"Jung- fuck-'', his angelic voice cracks because of a loud whine leaving his lips.

"Stop,stop, stop!!!'', he cries out, making me laugh and stop.

"I didn't went that hard, mochi'', I confess as I watch him hold onto his stomach for dear life.

"YAH! Not that hard?! I took 178 punches from you!'', Jimin looks up at me from his crouched position near the barbell. I chuckle and lend him my hand to help him up.

"I'm sorry mochi. Thought you could take that'', I confess while taking a look at the abused ripcage of his, hissing slightly as I see the bruise already building.

"Really sore''

Jimin takes a seat at the barbell and sighs resignated, looking distracted and bothered.

"Jimin-ah...Please tell me what's bothering you", I say while leaning against one of the weights at the barbell and start unwrapping the straps from my hand.
The blond threads his fingers through his hair with puckered lips as if thinking hard about something.

Yeah...well...He does smell hard right now. Literally. But he isn't an alpha nor an omega so I wasn't bothered by it til now.

"Hyung...I always talk to you about anything and everything but....I'm not sure about this topic", he answers, lowering his head into his palms seeming very uneasy.
But the red taint on his ears outs him and makes a laugh bubble up my throat.

"You dirty little beta! Voice it!", I encourage him noticing his red hue growing into a darker shade and a playful growl escape him. I hold onto his shoulder with the now unwrapped hand and pat it a few times.

"I won't jugde. We are brothers after all", I add, just to make sure he wouldn't feel as shy about it as he does.

A shaky huff exits his lips and he raises his tomato red face to look up at me.

"I had a wet dream", he states in a fast manner, probably to get out of this situation as fast as possible.
But it just makes my grin die down into a confused half smile.

"And? What's so new about a wet dream?", I ask. Really, what is? We exchanged so many wet dreams through our friendship that I can hardly remember when we started to and how many times it actually happened.

"It's different! I mean-", Jimin gets up in a rush and starts moving from one end of the gym to the other. It's a little gym at our highschool so he won't walk his feet off by it.

"It wasn't an ordinary wet dream it was...", he stops for a secound and looks at me through his bangs as if confessing something horrible to your father when he catches you coming home to late.

"We mated....", he breathes out shortly making my eyes grow wide and my posture straighten.
I gesture frantically between us with both hands.
"U-Us US?!", I nearly shout out in a lightly disorientated manner.

He grows wide eyed too and rushes to me to push my hands down.

"NO, you idiot!!!", he barks almost paniced. However it makes me calm down slowly and I take the seat he abandoned before.