Bangtan AO3 Collection (some ABOs)

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin (Chapter 3) - JiKook

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin - decompositionbooks

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8024368/chapters/20304793#workskin

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Jungkook wakes up one night in a hot sweat—his body always ran hot but something's different this time. Something's off. There's some residual shame burning deep in his gut, like he dreamed something he wasn't supposed to, and when he closes his eyes, he can see hazy snapshots of it, of some person underneath him on all fours, twitching around his cock and gasping filthy phrases. Jungkook still feels the heat of the words; his cock is hard and aching and the burn is coiling low in his belly. He just wants to get himself off, do it quick so he can go back to sleep, but when Jungkook reaches a hand down, he feels something that wasn't there before.

He shoots up out of bed, heart pounding, head racing, and he thinks, "oh my god, I'm deformed, it's a tumor, I'm gonna die."

It's not until he pulls the blankets off that he realizes what it means, and the implications of it makes his stomach roll.

He doesn't see it coming, never imagined it would happen to him. He's awkward and dorky and quiet and doesn't have Yoongi's stoic, masculine calmness or Namjoon's wise, quietly-commanding presence. If he had to place a bet on anybody it would have been on Jimin—short-tempered, flirty Jimin whose stage presence fills up a room. But god, it's him, of course it's him, he's not called the goddamn Golden Maknae for nothing.

No one seems to be as surprised as he is, which makes him think that everybody seems to be in on it, like it's some elaborate prank he doesn't know about. He's just waiting on Taehyung to pop out somewhere and say "got you!" as though it's a long con he's been planning for months, complete with a realistic-looking knot at the base of Jungkook's dick. (Jungkook's not going to question how it managed to get there. Taehyung could do anything he sets his mind to.)

But it's true. He's an Alpha. Even a fake prosthetic knot couldn't give him super smelling senses overnight. It's obvious when he wakes up and smells his father's musty scent permeating through the halls of the house. He can't smell anything from his mother or his brother, probably because they're both betas, but his dad's smell is practically soaked into the walls, penetrating the wood and marking the place as "home". It's the same when Jungkook comes back to Seoul and opens the door to the dorms—he's hit by the overwhelming scent of smoke and pine and figures it's the pungent scent of one of Yoongi's bath bombs, trickling in from the bathroom. It's only when Namjoon and Yoongi greet him at the door that he realizes the scents belong to them. The other hyungs pile in soon after, greeting him with hugs and pinching his cheeks. Taehyung puts him in a choke-hold, gives him a noogie and growls, "of course it'd happen to you, you lucky brat" and Jungkook laughs, elbowing Taehyung in the stomach in order to escape.

And then Jungkook looks up and sees Jimin sitting on the couch, hair all mussed from sleep, pulled out of bed just for this occasion. Jimin's looking at him with an odd look on his face, like Jungkook's a lock he's trying to pick, a jigsaw puzzle he's trying to put together. His brows are furrowed, lips turned down the way they do when Sungdeuk-hyung shows them a dance move that Jimin just can't get. It's weird because Jimin's always the first to coo over him, to sing "my cute little Jungkookie" and ruffle Jungkook's hair like he's a little kid. But he's not this time and Jungkook's not sure what to make of it. It feels odd. Unnerving.

"Jimin-hyung. Hi," Jungkook offers. Jimin blinks and his eyes refocus, back from whatever daze he was stuck in. With a tiny shake of his head, Jimin pushes himself off of the couch.