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The Second I Saw You (Series 2/5)

The Second I Saw You - Rose_gold715

Summary:

Alpha Jungkook is pretty certain he doesn't really need a mate right now. Until he meets the Omega Park Jimin.

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9105277

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Jungkook hastily dried his wet hair with a towel, ruffling the strands and probably flicking water droplets all over the small bathroom. He patted dry the back of his neck before tossing the towel over the rack. He opened the door that connected to the bedroom and his eyes fell on the curled up body at the end of his bed. His Alpha wolf lazily flicked his tail from side to side, cooing at the adorable wolf.

Park Jimin was asleep, small hands tucked under his cheek and knees drawn in. The plain t-shirt Jungkook had lent him had slipped and was exposing his sharp collarbones and a bit of his pale shoulder. His mouth was slightly parted, breathing evenly, peaceful but no doubt tired from all the alcohol he consumed. Jungkook's heart probably melted at the sight. He'd wanted to explain his erratic behaviour to Jimin, to finally ask him to be his mate, but there was no way he could wake him up. He looked too adorable like this.

Crap, I am so whipped.

Jungkook sighed and removed some of the unnecessary pillows from the bed, wondering how on earth someone could require so many pillows – wouldn't it be uncomfortable? He pulled back the duvet and walked back to the end of the bed.

He's so pretty.

Jungkook brushed Jimin's silver hair from his closed eyes and pondered how someone could look so lovely sleeping. Jimin was an image of kindness and innocence, but with strong, stubborn morals and beliefs, and Jungkook couldn't think of anything he'd want to change. He slipped one arm behind Jimin's shoulders and the other under the back of his knees and lifted him, settling him down on one side of the bed and making sure he was comfortable. Jimin moaned softly, shifting his position and Jungkook worried he would wake up, but his concern was eased when Jimin's eyes remained closed and his breathing evened. Jungkook slipped into bed beside him, keeping a respectable distance, and turned the bedside lamp off, snuggling into his pillow and bringing the blanket up around them. No longer reeking of alcohol and strangers, Jimin filled his senses with a scent that was light and sweet, with maybe a dash of spiciness and a slight trace of soap and water. He was very aware of Jimin's presence beside him, and wondered if it would be bad-mannered to just bring him a little – just a little – closer.

His wolf urged him on as he inched towards the smaller male, until he could feel Jimin's breaths on his neck. Jungkook carefully wrapped an arm around his thin waist, skin sizzling from the contact and his stomach doing all sorts of flips. Jungkook decided that was probably sufficient, after all, they weren't a couple and Jimin was unconscious and any more contact would just be inappropriate. His lips were still tingling from when he had leaned down to kiss him, and that for now would be enough. However, Jimin's body shivered slightly and pressed into Jungkook, seeking warmth, and before Jungkook's mind could even catch up, Jimin's head was tucked under his chin and his hands were against his chest, lightly holding his shirt.

Jungkook hoped the fast pounding of his heart wouldn't wake him up. He pulled the blanket higher over their shoulders, smiling in the darkness of the room. Tomorrow, I'll ask him tomorrow.

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Wherever Jungkook goes, whoever he meets, whatever he does, high expectations were set for him. He was a Jeon, an Alpha wolf, and in ten years or so he'd be taking over his father's multi-millionaire empire. It all sounded amazing and spectacular, but Jungkook was only twenty-one, and whenever he stopped and actually thought about, he didn't think it was much to be proud of. He was still in university getting his business degree with a minor in performance (because he couldn't resist), and in his spare time he was doing firsthand experience at his father's company. He hadn't actually achieved that much. All the recognition, the high status – that was his parent's doing. His father was a rags to riches businessman, born to a poor Omega who had a brief affair with a mated Alpha (he had promised to leave his mate for her – he didn't) and his Omega mother was a university professor in linguistics (a talent he did not inherit, to his dismay). Everyone expected him to be all that – athletic, musical, clever – and so Jungkook had to be. He had been the fastest short and long distance runner at his prestigious high school (he had genes to thank for most of that) and topped the performing arts department through his singing and dancing. Unfortunately, he fell a little short when it came to his academics, but his parents always told him not to worry because it would be different in the real world and that as long as he was passing and trying his best, it didn't matter. Still, Jungkook had felt like a failure every time he received a less than satisfactory grade.