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Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin (Chapter 4) - JiKook

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin - decompositionbooks

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8024368/chapters/20501971#workskin

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Everyone claps when Jungkook comes back to the greenroom.

Namjoon whistles through his fingers and Hoseok shouts praises from the makeup chair. Jungkook beams, cheeks pink and flushed, and Jimin can't look away. The stylist noonas usher Jungkook to the side in the midst of all the commotion, shoves some hangers in his hands and pushes him down into the nearest chair. There's a flurry of hands over his face while they fix Jungkook's makeup, sponges dabbing at his forehead, rushing to touch him up before they have to get back on stage.

Jungkook glances up in the mirror and their eyes catch. It sends a jolt through him, Jimin's heart lurches like he missed a step.

Jungkook hastily looks away and Jimin does too, ignores the nervous thrum of energy running through his body from just a small little glance. He smooths his shirt down and heads off to the corner, makes himself run through the choreography again, struggles to get his little crush under control.

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When they're lined up to perform, the usual adrenaline is pumping in his veins, tingling in his fingers. His hands are cold and clammy and he folds his arms, grips his biceps in a subtle attempt to wipe off the sweat. Years of performing and he still gets nervous.

Jimin drowns out the chatter of the idols around him by running through the moves in his head. He can't afford any distractions right now, not when he's about to do a solo stage, so he puts himself in the middle of the crowd with his members flanking him on all sides, his own personal wall against overzealous Alphas.

But then there's a presence behind him. Jimin feels the heat radiating against his back even though no one's touching him.

A pair of hands grip his waist and Jimin stiffens. He knows who it is just from the smell alone but he turns around just to be sure, and yeah, it's Jungkook who's staring straight ahead, chin hooked over his shoulder, watching the performance onstage with a blank face like nothing's out of the ordinary.

Jimin's heart pounds in his ears. Hazily, he thinks he's swaying, or Jungkook's swaying, but he can't focus on anything except for that sweet, rich smell and his skin tingling with warmth underneath the pads of Jungkook's fingers. His entire body sags, leans back against Jungkook's firm chest and loses himself in it, lets himself relish in this heat, in Jungkook's smell that seems to blanket him. Fuck the consequences. Jimin's been trying to suppress his omega hormones for so long, he's tired of it. He's just going to give in, deal with it because that's what he's been born with. Jungkook may not like him—not in the way that Jimin wants—but the pheromones make it possible for a little bit. They can play pretend.

The song ends and the hands at his waist are gone and Jimin feels colder than ever. He blearily opens his eyes, turns around to see Jungkook avoiding his gaze, busying himself with his suit, acting like nothing even happened, like he didn't go all alpha-stupid on him just a minute ago.

It throws Jimin off. His heart drops, thoughts stuttering, too confused and dismayed to call Jungkook out on it. He can't find a good reason for why Alphas do half of the things they do anyway.

Jimin shakes off his daze and breathes deep in his chest, long steady breaths. He ignores the members' fleeting glances and tries to calm his body down, get his pulse under control. He needs to get used to this, it's bound to happen. Alphas are going to sniff him, his hyungs are going to dote on him, and on rare occasions, Jungkook will be touchy with him too. It doesn't mean anything.