sᴏᴜʟʙᴏɴᴅ • ᴠᴍɪɴ ᴀʙᴏ ᴀᴜ • (ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ)

🌵chapter 7

Spring.

It is a season of flowers, of blooming, of beauty. Spring was Jimin's favourite season. He liked the aesthetics as well as how it ended with the flowers bearing their fruits. The idea of winter snow melting into warm spring, from pure white to vibrant colours like the rainbow, always fascinated him. It gave him hope. It left him dreaming and wishing for rainbows in his life too.

Another reason spring felt like home to him was because the flowers blooming with grace and their sweet fragrance helped him hide his own pheromones. Among the scent of the flowers his own blended in naturally leaving one question if the sweet smell belonged to the blossoms or an omega.

Running into such a place filled with colourful blossoms among the greenery, Jihun placed a weak and trembling Jimin on the bed.

Eyes closed and jaws clenched tight Jimin prayed the aching cramps from his lower body would disappear. He curved into a ball on the bed holding onto his throbbing chest. His brown locks stuck to his sweat smeared forehead and his face turned pale with the cramps getting intense.

"Get out of here. Fast", he groaned and both his hands slipped between his thighs where he held them tight. Slowly the part of the pant over his back became wet with slick. It was the way the body of an omega demanded for an alpha to fill it. And Jimin despised the fact that a heat can push them to an extent where any alpha would satisfy the demand.

Jihun pulled up the comforter over him and ignoring the tear drop at the corner of his eye, he rushed out locking the door behind him. Now only the end of the heat can open the door.

Convincing himself like usual that his brother was strong enough to cope up with the heat, he nodded to himself like an agreement and took out his cell phone.

"Ahjumma!", his line connected to Kyungha who was in the living room panicking at the alpha there.

"Jihun-ah, how is Jimin?", her primary concern was Jimin though her eyes noticed the way the alpha male in rut was grunting at every guest in the room.

"Hyung has gone into heat so I left him at the greenhouse. And about the person there…is he still in rut?", Jihun asked worried about Mina.

"Yes. His pheromones haven't reduced a bit. Strangely it is only getting stronger. The omega in heat is gone and now, Jimin's pheromones has faded too but he is still rooted to the ground roaring at anyone who goes near him. His sister is having a hard time controlling him", she said feeling bad for the girl.

And indeed Taehyung became sensitive to even the mild pheromones that remained in the air. Every part of him shouted "Jimin is here" leaving him almost delusional.

"He is here. I'm sure of it", he muttered under his heavy breaths in a tone that jumped between rough and gentle.

Mina pulled his arms trying to get him out of the place, "Oppa! Get a hold of yourself. We need to get out of here"

But the other yanked away his hand and, glared at her, he roared, "Get away from me. You don't get it. None of you ever will", his eyes looked empty yet filled. He was losing his reasons to stay sane and was getting filled with an alpha's temptation and lust that was proved by his flushed cheeks and tingling gums. Yet beneath them was his growing longingness for his omega.

The girl froze remembering how scary her brother got during his first rut. The same tone. It feared her.

She turned to a tap on her shoulder and was greeted by Kyungha, the head servant in the mansion.

"Jihun sent me. Let's take your brother upstairs. You both can't possibly go back home in this state", her voice low and tone urgent.

Grateful for the offer she nodded and went up to Taehyung who stood nailed to the ground, "Oppa, why don't we search for him then? That person you want to see so badly"