Ao3 Jikook Stories

(18+) Good Things Come to Those who Wait by MomchiChimChim3

THIS IS ONE OF THE OUTLIERS THIS IS NOT MY STORY

Summary:

Jimin bumps into a cute alpha,then he goes in heat. AT THE WRONG TIME.

"See hyung? If we wear these, I'll always be able to find you!" Jungkook said, handing the other little boy a red bracelet with a small silver heart charm on it.

"Jungkook but you're leaving? How will I find you." A young Jimin replied, watching the bunny boy in front of him smile wider before holding up a black bracelet with the same charm.

"Easy! I've got one too! Never take yours off okay? I'll come back and find you, Hyung. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Hyung, let's be mates when we find each other, okay?"

"Okay, but when-"

"Goodbye hyung."

"Goodbye"

Jimin couldn't believe it as he stared across the street, waiting for the light to change so he could walk across. He'd been standing here for what felt like ages and the light seemed as though it just did not want to change. He looked away and started to rummage through his shoulder bag in search of his phone, quickly checking the time. Oh good, he still had fifteen minutes before his appointment. He twirled his bracelet on his wrist, a little more relaxed but still worried, he couldn't remember who gave him the bracelet but it was his lifeline. Besides, this was all Taehyung's fault anyway. How? Easy. Taehyung was an Alpha. And Jimin? An Omega. Now that's easy to take care of. Except, it's really not because Jimin and Taehyung? They're roommates. The unlikeliest of roommates as well. You see, Taehyung is already mated. He's got this terribly passive aggressive mate named Yoongi and Jimin would be damned if both his and Yoongi's heat cycles were the same week.

So, in conclusion, Jimin is getting pills. That way he can go stay at their friend Hoseok's for a week, leave Yoongi and Taehyung to have the house to themselves and keep him from getting jumped. Hoseok would be gone for a month on some business trip and said it would be fine. Easy plan. Easy. Peasy. Right?

WRONG.

Jimin looked back up as light finally switched. As soon as it did, he took a step, heard "Watch out!," and all of a sudden he was hitting the ground. His face hit the pavement, scraping his cheek and his bags contents scattering the ground and a big whoosh of air coming out of his lungs. He lay there for a second, brain scattered as he tried to figure out what just happened along with the throbbing pain that was coming from his side.

"Hey man, I'm so sorry! A-are you okay?" He heard a voice say above him, almost too angelic to be natural. He rolled over with a groan and looked up at the one who hit him, ready to cuss him out but his breath was once again cut short. Standing right above him was the most gorgeous man Jimin had ever seen. He looked young, lightly tanned skin glowing from the sun that was above them. His chocolatey eyes seemed to be bearing into his soul and Jimin swore right then and there he'd have told the man his whole life story but what came out of his mouth was much worse.

"Holy fuck- you're hot as fuck, I-"

"Whoa, hang on, uhm. Looks like you hit your head pretty hard when I hit you. Here, let me help you up." Before Jimin could protest, the young boy had him up in his arms and then on a nearby bench, setting him down and grabbing Jimin's scattered belongings. His head was throbbing and he really couldn't help but stare at the man. He was wearing form fitting jeans, a plain white tee and an open red flannel shirt to top of the look. To be honest, he looked like every one of Jimin's wet dreams. It was as though this young boy had popped right out of kdrama just to come see him.