gashina;; yoonmin

seven

jimin was still furious.

yoongi was a b***h, a complete asshole who planned to ruin jimin's boring existence. jimin still couldn't believe that the alpha just f****d someone else after doing the same with him just a week ago.

jimin thought that yoongi may be a bit gentle or caring after what happened but, yeah, he was wrong.

jimin's wolf was dying from his jealousy and yoongi was so amused because of it.

however, the alpha's wolf wanted the omega and he felt like his rut was actually a waste, his experience with hoseok was a waste because who he really wanted was not there. and obviously, hoseok and him never said a word after what happened that night.

yoongi was now, sitting in the modern living room, listening to some rap music and trying to rest even after he had a full night sleep. he just always felt tired.

jimin was curled up in a corner of the l shaped black sofa, reading a romantic book. he didn't care about the tensed silence or the strong scent invading his nostrils, he was just trying to get lost in the story that he was reading.

yoongi looked up at the little boy who was on the opposite side of the room. he felt the urge to take him there and then but he knew he couldn't.

"omega," yoongi called.

jimin clearly heard him, but chose to ignore it.

"omega, i'm talking to you." yoongi repeated again, using his alpha tone.

"that voice will not work on me, b***h. you're not my mate." jimin muttered, not taking his eyes off the book.

"i'm an alpha anyway. you should submit to me." yoongi replied sharply.

jimin sighed and continued to stare at the now, not interesting, cream coloured pages.

"so, what did you do at chanyeol's?" yoongi asked suspiciously.

"f****d with all the alphas, they are all hundred times more taller and meaty than you. and they f****d me good." jimin said finally, glaring at the older.

yoongi just looked back at the kid with a blank expression.

"you did not," yoongi whispered angrily.

"i sure did," jimin lied just to annoy him.

"who are you trying to trick, omega?" yoongi smirked, smelling the same scent of the boy.

jimin snorted and rolled his eyes.

"when i'll find my mate, i swear i will make him kick your ass hard." jimin threatened.

"you will not find a mate, trust me." yoongi laughed.

"you too. i feel so bad for your future mate. i hope he will reject you." jimin winked at the alpha.

yoongi was thinking that this conversation is nonsense and stupid. jimin, internally, thought that too.

"shut up and let me listen to music," yoongi said lastly.

"you interrupted my reading session, shithead." jimin frowned.

yoongi stood up and left the room, showing his bony middle finger.

"what an asshole he is," jimin murmured to himself.

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"tae! i told you hundred times that i hate strawberry flavoured ice cream!" jimin shouted across the corridor, looking at the beta who had different cones in his hands.

"yah, stop being rude jimin, just eat it." tae replied, holding a chocolate and strawberry one.

"give me the choco one, please." jimin said, pulling out his lower lip.

"i can't, it's for yoongi." tae grinned at the pouting omega.

"what? yoongi? you never buy things for him." jimin said in disbelief.

"oh, yeah but yoongi asked politely so, i got it for him." taehyung replied innocently.

jimin looked sadly at the delicious chocolate flavored ice cream.

yoongi entered in the rest room in that moment. he saw a not amused jimin and a happy smiley taehyung.

"give me mine," yoongi said, taking his ice cream from the beta's hand.

jimin followed the cone with his eyes and stared at yoongi who started licking the ice cream.

yoongi glared back at the frowning boy and licked again, teasingly.

"this thing tastes horrible," yoongi stated then, looking at a hopeful jimin who was still staring at the cone.

"can i have it?" jimin asked, pointing at the sweet.

"you want it?" yoongi repeated.

"did i stutter?" jimin replied, putting his hands on his hips.

"no, but you know... beg for it." yoongi laughed sarcastically.

jimin was not going to do that. he would not beg.

"i don't want it anymore. choke on it." jimin shrugged before shoving the cone in yoongi's face.

"you! b***h, come here." yoongi managed to throw the cracked cone on jimin's hair.

"no, my hair! yoongi, you fucktard!" jimin shouted.

taehyung stared at the scene and asked himself why didn't he brought some pop corns and a coke to enjoy more the show.

jimin pulled out the pieces of cone from his hair and followed yoongi who was running down the stairs.

everyone was just looking at the duo in disappointment.

yoongi managed to find jungkook and he hid behind him.

"kook, tell this hormonal dog to stay away from me." yoongi murmured to jungkook.

"did you just called me dog?" jimin yelled.

"did i stutter?" yoongi copied jimin's acute voice.

"f**k you, f**k you so f*****g much." jimin said, trying to move jungkook.

jungkook had an idea, an amazing idea. he moved from the middle and as he did that, yoongi and jimin find their faces two centimetres away from one another.

jimin squealed as jungkook pressed him and yoongi together and put their faces closer.

yoongi smelled jimin, it was only jimin and his sweet scent.

jimin, jimin, jimin.

yoongi felt it then and there. jimin's scent got stronger and there was nothing else he could think about.

jimin didn't even have time to realize.

mate.

yoongi's eyes flashed red as he pulled jimin's hair, exposing his milky neck. he sank his fangs in the omegas skin, tasting him for the first time.

jimin was on fire. he just felt his blood quickly pumping in his veins and his heart was about to come out of his ribs.

he moaned as yoongi's hands pulled his hair harder.

yoongi couldn't think straight as he marked his territory. his mate's moans were just enough to give him pleasure and to make him hard.

jimin felt yoongi pressing his lower half towards his.

jungkook asked himself why didn't he had some pop corns and coke... a camera too. filming this moment would be the top.

jimin's knees were weak right now and he had to hold yoongi's shoulder in order to not collapse. yoongi's lips don't leave his neck yet.

yoongi couldn't hold back the desire to scent his mate and claim him. he just had to do it.

as yoongi finally pulled back and stared at the mark, he was slightly shocked.

jimin is my mate... f**k.

jimin stared at yoongi.

oh my lord, yoongi is my mate.

and then, jimin passed out.