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The music moved through Jimin’s body like it was a part of him. God, he loved dancing. There were clubs and parties in Daegu, but it couldn’t compare to the variety of Seoul’s nightlife.

Jimin had grown up in Busan, in the city by the sea. It had been a beautiful place to spend his childhood, with its breezy beaches, bustling theme parks and extensive shopping. But, for Jimin, Busan held other memories too. He had come from an unfeeling, conservative and ultra religious family that had tried to control him as soon as he had presented as an Omega shortly after turning 16. They had him engaged to an Alpha twice his age as soon as he had come out of his heat and Jimin had done the only thing he could do at the time - he left everything he had behind and, with the cash that he’d stolen from his mother’s wallet, he hopped on the first bus that had pulled into the terminal and ultimately found himself alone and penniless on the scorching summer streets of Daegu.

He wasn’t stupid enough to try his luck at sleeping on the street as an unmated Omega, so he’d gone immediately to one of the local churches. He knew how they worked and appealed to them to help him find shelter while never revealing his real identity.

He kept his head low over the next few years, working the programs that helped single Omegas find safe work and lodging, but Daegu wasn’t much better than Busan in how Omegas were treated and trying to make ends meet was extraordinarily hard. He wasn’t afraid of hard work, he wasn’t much afraid of anything, but he wanted his efforts to actually amount to something. One of the other Omega’s that he had become friends with told him about some work that he could do with the mafia since he was pretty enough for it.

That was how he found himself involved in Daegu’s seedy underworld and its King, Kim Taehyung. 

At first he was just another pretty face, sent out to the bars and clubs around Daegu to spy on rivals and clients. Alphas and Betas never bothered to give Omegas any credit and Jimin found that he could get remarkably close to his targets without them suspecting anything. It was actually exhilarating in a way that he hadn’t expected and he found that he was extraordinarily good at finding secrets. It was like he’d found his place in the world at last.

What he hadn’t expected was to come to the attention of Kim Taehyung himself. When they had met, there was an immediate connection and they found themselves in each other’s company more often than not as time went by. Taehyung was a surprisingly dynamic, but gentle Alpha, not to mention a handsome one, unless, of course, you made him angry. You really didn’t want to make him angry. If you did, the consequences were swift and dire. Thankfully, Jimin never had.

They were friends before they were lovers and even after they stopped being lovers, they were still excellent friends. Taehyung liked to joke that they were soulmates, but they realized that while their relationship had been a hot one, they both agreed that their friendship was the tie that bound them and that the love they felt for each other was only that, friendship. 

It had only been a month since their official ‘break-up,’ though the romantic relationship had been over long ago. Taehyung had been afraid that people would think Jimin wasn’t under the kingpin’s protection anymore and that his enemies might try to use him in some way.

“Baby bird, what would you say about leaving Daegu?” Tae had asked Jimin one day while they were snuggled on the couch, watching an art film Tae had picked out.

“What are you talking about?” Jimin asked, confused.

Taehyung paused the film and looked at Jimin with sad eyes. “I’m worried about you, Jiminie. I know that the word is out on the street that we aren’t together anymore and I’ve heard whisperings that are making me uncomfortable. I know that you think I’m all knowing and all powerful, but the truth is that I can’t protect you all the time, especially now that you’ve decided to move out of the house.”

“How could I have stayed here, Tae? I know that Yoongi is cool with us being so close, but as an Omega, I’ve got to tell you that having another Omega living with your boyfriend is not ok. He and I get along really well, but I don’t see that we could have gone on that way forever. I would be super pissed if it was my boyfriend’s ex that lived with us. Even though he knows that we’re just friends, for an Omega, that instinct would eventually drive him to claw my eyes out.”

Jimin really liked Taehyung’s new partner, Min Yoongi. The Omega had been born in Daegu and was the absolute opposite of Jimin. He was a much better balance to Taehyung’s sometimes manic personality than Jimin ever was as well. Jimin could already tell that there was something magical between them and he had absolutely no interest in getting in between that. He wouldn’t be surprised if they mated soon. 

“None of this changes the fact that I’m worried about you…and I know that you haven’t been happy here for a long time. I know you, Jimin. You want more and you deserve it. This might be the perfect time for you to get away and start somewhere new. Let me help you. It would give me peace of mind to know that you’re both happy and safe,” Tae said sincerely.

Jimin knew he was right and he couldn’t say that the idea wasn’t an exciting one. He’d come to Daegu to escape the fate his parents had dictated for him. He had found a way to thrive there and he’d found a best friend, but Daegu wasn’t his favourite place in the world. The damned heat nearly killed him every summer.

“Seoul,” Jimin had blurted out once he’d made up his mind. “I want to go to Seoul.”

Taehyung had immediately set Jimin up with three of his friends there, Sunbaes that he had gone to University with before taking over his father’s position as Daegu’s biggest mafia boss.

Seoul was a much more open and diverse city than either Busan or Daegu and Omegas were treated relatively well there. Tae’s friends, two Alphas and a Omega, Namjoon, Hoseok and Jin had been able to find Jimin a nice place to live and an unremarkable, yet stable, clerical job. It was fine, but the one thing that made up for the boredom of the day job was experiencing the city at night.

He had tentatively explored some of the restaurants and bars in the safer districts of Seoul, but when a wealthy client stood near his desk at his new job, talking to his sketchy general manager about an amazing nightclub in one of the darker sides of the city, Jimin’s ears had perked up and he hadn’t been able to turn his mind away from it. He missed the clubs of Daegu, the cheap drinks and the raunchy, dirty, sweaty heat of the dance floor of some of the clubs and the high class VIP lounges of others. He imagined there was a wide variety of clubs in Seoul and he longed to be a part of that kind of high adrenaline excitement again.

The only one out of the group of three new friends that would join him was Hoseok. Jimin had discovered that the Alpha was an extrovert, like him, and loved dancing. He wasn’t thrilled about the location of the club, but Jimin was very convincing.

That was how Jimin found himself dancing almost continuously to the music played by a skilled DJ in a club that was almost certainly mafia owned. He let himself go with the music and the oh, so familiar environment and patrons. He began to feel like he was home.

When the beat switched, Jimin decided to refresh his drink, he’d been so busy dancing that his buzz had worn off. He spotted Hoseok on the way to the bar and the Alpha quickly made his way over to his side.

“Jimin! I’ve been looking all over for you,” Hoseok panted, out of breath. He looked down at his feet and shuffled his weight a bit. Jimin could tell that he was anxious. “Listen, I hate to do this when I know you want to stay, but I’ve got…” he trailed off and looked behind him to a pretty little Omega who waved and smiled at the Alpha suggestively. 

“You have something else you have to… do ?” Jimin finished for him.

“Something like that,” Hoseok said with a smirk. 

They hadn’t known each other long, but Jimin really liked him and didn’t want to hold him back.

“You go ahead, I’ll be fine on my own,” Jimin called out over the din of patron’s chatter and loud music. 

“Can’t I drop you off back home?” the Alpha asked, a little distressed at the thought of leaving an unmated Omega behind in such a place.

Jimin scoffed. “Are you kidding me?” he laughed, pushing Hoseok’s shoulder. “It’s not even 1:00 a.m. on a Saturday night. The music tonight is incredible. There’s no way in hell that I’m going home until I’ve danced my fill.”

Hoseok didn’t look convinced.

“Go! Get out of here with that hot piece of ass or else you’ll regret it,” Jimin laughed, gesturing to the Omega who was fidgeting with their jacket against the wall as they waited for the Alpha to come back to them.

“You’re sure?” Hoseok asked one more time.

“100 percent,” Jimin replied as he crossed his finger over his heart for good measure.

The pair hugged goodbye and Jimin continued on his way over to the bar where he quickly ordered himself another drink. He leaned back against the bar as he waited for it.

“Hello, Pretty,” a gravelly voice growled near his ear a few minutes later. Jimin reeled back and stepped away from the Alpha who had decided to invade his space. He gave the stocky man a dirty look and turned away to ignore him. The man didn’t take the hint and leaned in to obnoxiously take in Jimin’s scent at his throat.

“Mmm, peaches and cream,” he moaned in a way that made Jimin shiver with revulsion. “That would taste delicious on my tongue.”

Jimin pushed him away this time. “Back off, asshole,” he spat just as two of the man’s friends stepped up beside him.

“Now who do we have here?” One of the other men said with a sneer, his Daegu accent punching Jimin right in the gut.

He knew the man, he had seen him at one of Taehyung’s business meetings. He was a rat of a man that often accompanied one of the other big bosses that operated just outside of Daegu. Not big enough to be a threat to Tae, but they weren’t friendly either. What was he doing in Seoul? 

They were all distracted momentarily by the bartender who had returned with Jimin’s drink order. The Omega threw down some money onto the polished bar top, ducked his head down and made a swift escape through the crowd toward the washrooms. He was much smaller than the other men and he was able to get through the throng of people easily.

Once inside one of the washroom stalls, he sat down on the toilet seat and downed his drink in one gulp. 

Shit!

How many times had Taehyung told him to lay low? How many times had he explained to him how dangerous it was and to never be out alone at night until his affiliation with Tae had been forgotten. Hell, it wasn’t really safe for any Omega to be out at night on their own, mafia affiliation or not. It was a shitty truth, but it was still valid. God, he felt stupid. He should have listened! He’d told Hoseok to go hook up with that Omega and leave him there, friendless,  like it was nothing.

“Fuck,” he cursed and banged his head against the door of the stall. 

He pulled out his phone and contemplated calling Taehyung or even Hoseok to come back and get him, but he paused. He didn’t want to bother either of them. Taehyung was hours away in Daegu and Hoseok was likely already wetting his dick with that pretty Omega he’d gone home with. He knew that the Alpha would likely drop everything and come back for him if he called, but he didn’t want to be that guy. He tried to think of another solution to get out of the situation he’d been stupid enough to put himself in. 10 minutes later, he still had thought of nothing.

“You ok in there, Honey?” a sweet voice called through the toilet stall door. “You’ve been in there a while. Do you need some help, Sugar?”

Jimin stood and opened the stall door to find an extremely attractive Omega with long, deep brown hair so straight it had to have been ironed, and a tiny, ruby red, sequined halter dress that looked like it was tailor made for her willowy frame. She was gorgeous and she was looking at him with concern in her dark brown eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hog the stall,” he apologized and stepped out of her way toward the communal sinks. 

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” the woman said sweetly. “I was just worried because I could smell the distress in your scent and I wanted to make sure that you’re ok. Is everything alright, Honey?” 

Jimin was usually extraordinarily brave and spunky, but he was feeling on edge and vulnerable - something he hadn’t felt since he’d escaped his arranged marriage and controlling family all those years ago.

He took a deep breath. “There were some Alphas out there that were making me feel really unsafe. I’m here by myself and I’m trying to find a way to get out of here without them finding me,” he confessed.  “I’m mad at myself for getting into this situation to begin with. I’m new to the city, but there are things I should have known not to do…sorry, it’s hard to explain,” he added.

The gorgeous woman shook her head. “No need to explain anything, Honey. I hear you. I’ve been there and done that. As it turns out, I can even help you out of this situation and the best part is that you get to keep on dancing.”

Jimin looked at her, surprised.

“I saw you on the dance floor and I can see that you’re just like me. You looked like you had been 100 years in the desert and had finally found an oasis out there. You were made to dance, so what do you say you and I go and do that together? You’re the prettiest Omega I’ve seen in ages and I bet that you and I could turn a few heads. I’m Hyejin, by the way. Lee Hyejin,” the woman said, bowing shallowly and releasing soft notes of her hyacinth scent to introduce herself.

Jimin smiled and bowed back. “I’m Park Jimin, it’s nice to meet you, Hyejin.” His peaches and cream scent wafted toward his new friend and she smiled widely. 

“Your scent is delectable now that it isn’t sour with distress. Much better, Honey,” she cooed and took his small hand in her own. “Now let’s go. I’ve got just the place where we can dance and no one will bother us.”

There was something about the willowy brunette that Jimin really liked and he found that he felt comfortable enough to follow her lead. It was almost as though he’d found a kindred spirit, a like-minded Omega that could show him the ropes of the kind of life he craved here in Seoul. He loved Tae and he was extremely fond of Jin, Hoseok and Namjoon, but his boring life behind a safe desk these last few weeks had been eating away at his soul since he’d arrived in the city. As he followed behind the sequined clad Hyejin, excitement bloomed in his belly as he could almost tangibly feel that he was on the verge of something that was going to be life altering. He couldn’t tell what it was yet, but his instinct told him to follow this feeling…and so he squeezed the other Omega’s hand as she led him past a pair of bouncers and up to the second floor that housed the club’s VIP room.

Jim closed his eyes as Hyejin led him through the much smaller crowd. This was it. This was that feeling of home he’d been craving. He knew that the VIPs here were a mix of the rich and powerful of the legitimate business world and the equally rich and powerful of Seoul’s underworld. This was a place where they mixed, mingled and did business on the side. If he’d had a mind to, Jimin knew that he could have every secret in this room spilled to him within an hour and that was a powerful feeling indeed. Thugs like the men that had harassed him downstairs rarely made it into a room like this. This environment, while still part of the nightclub, was more refined. It was like comparing aged scotch to stale beer. Jimin found himself relaxing instantly. If he could stay here for a while with Hyejin, he knew it was likely that the men downstairs would forget about him and he would be able to leave safely later.

Hyejin led Jimin straight to the bar where a tray of champagne sat atop it. The other Omega grabbed two flutes of the bubbly liquid and handed one to Jimin, who took it gratefully. He didn’t question it when Hyejin didn’t pay for them. Drinks like these were almost always free to Omegas in the VIP room.

Once more, she took Jimin’s hand and this time led him onto the dance floor that ringed the second floor. There was a large hole in the centre of the room that was blocked off by a sturdy railing so that the VIPs could look down and watch the dancers below on the first floor. Sometimes an Alpha would send one of their men down to invite a particular dancer, usually an attractive Omega, that had caught their eye up to the second floor.

As they arrived on the dance floor the song was just transitioning to something with a wickedly sexy rhythm. The Omega’s looked at each other and Hyejin squealed in delight as they both instantly began dancing. Jimin’s smile was genuine and free as he lost himself to the rhythm, whirling and grinding with his new found friend to the endless stream of music the DJ expertly spun. Hyejin was sharp and bold with her glossy dark hair and red sequins and Jimin was a dream with his cropped blonde curls, tight leather pants and billowy cream shirt. As they danced their scents mingled a bit and the little area around them on the dance floor began to smell like summer. 

Hyejin was right, they did turn heads. 

Jimin felt more powerful than scared. None of the Alphas approached them, content to watch them instead.

As the night wore on, Jimin became aware of one particular gaze, however. There was an Alpha that sat in the corner of the room, hidden by shadows. There were a few others with him, a mix of Alphas and Betas from the looks of things, but there was something powerful about the man and Jimin knew that he had been watching them dance. He couldn’t see the man’s face, but he could see the glow of his red eyes from the shadows. The man’s inner Alpha was close to the surface and Jimin found that he couldn’t stop looking over to those red eyes. He knew that it was possible that the man was staring at Hyejin and not him, but every instinct he had told him that the Alpha watched only him and without thinking about it, Jimin found that he danced for only that Alpha, not caring about any other gaze that might be on him.

Jimin didn’t know how long he had been dancing, but he could see that the crowds on both floors had begun to thin out and the bartender below called for the last call of drinks. Hyejin had excused herself a while ago to speak with some other friends, promising to stay within his line of sight, but it hadn’t bothered him at all. All he needed was the music and the atmosphere and he was happy.

The DJ transitioned from one song to another and this time it was a slow and sensual song that was perfect for a couple to dance to. Jimin had no problems slow dancing on his own, he could absolutely make it work, but he contemplated going to the bar to fetch one of the last glasses of champagne before he felt a sudden presence behind him and the heady scent of spiced rum. He almost moaned aloud, it smelled so good. 

He knew who it was behind him, his instinct told him that it was the Alpha that had been watching him all night. He shifted his gaze to the side to confirm that the Alpha was no longer in the corner where he had been all night.

Jimin tried to turn around to get a look at the man, whose powerful presence his inner Omega could sense so keenly, but as he did, his loose shirt slipped off his shoulder and a firm hand on his waist pulled him back against an equally firm chest before he could turn all the way.

The Alpha’s other hand skimmed up Jimin’s arm and brought the material of Jimin’s shirt back up and over his exposed shoulder, returning it to its proper place. The Alpha’s manicured fingertips barely brushed over his skin, but Jimin could almost feel a burning sensation where they had been.

“Dance with me, Little one?” the Alpha whispered close to his ear. Jimin trembled as electricity seemed to zing down his spine, straight to his cock. God, that voice was sinful.

Jimin didn’t say anything, but it didn’t seem to matter. The Alpha knew that Jimin wasn’t moving away from him and so they began to sway to the intimate rhythm of the music.

Jimin let the man’s intoxicating rum scent surround him, even going so far as to lean back into the Alpha’s muscled chest, letting his head rest against the man’s broad shoulder as they danced. Warm hands found their way to Jimin’s hips and the Omega had to admit to himself that they felt so right there, that they were made to hold him. His pleasure sweetened his peaches and cream scent and he felt a rumble from deep inside the Alpha’s chest. Jimin instantly felt slick leak between his cheeks in response. He was so hyper aroused that his inner Omega was almost desperate to take over. 

A soft, tempting whine escaped from Jimin’s throat before he could stop it and the mystery Alpha’s fingers dug into the flesh of his hips slightly as he pulled Jimin back against the hard length that was now pressed against the top of Jimin’s leather clad bottom.

“Careful, Omega. I may not let you escape from me if you do that,” the Alpha warned.

Jimin was confused. He looked up from where his head rested against the Alpha’s shoulder to see a handsome tanned jawline and dark, wavy hair, but little else.

“Alpha,” Jimin whined again, causing the man to growl in response. “Why would I want to escape from you?” he asked genuinely. There was something so compelling about this Alpha that Jimin couldn’t understand. He had never felt this way toward another person, not with Taehyung, not with anyone. This…this was something altogether different. 

The Alpha said nothing, but wrapped an arm around Jimin’s middle with his large hand splayed over Jimin’s belly and held him even more firmly as they continued to move to the music. Jimin lost all sense of time as they moved as one, his body nestled against the Alpha’s so perfectly that they felt like puzzle pieces. They were in perfect sync with each other and Jimin couldn’t help but imagine how unbelievably good it would feel to be taken by him, how magical their love making would be. His rational mind tried to tell him that these were bizarre thoughts to have, but his instinctual self that was more in control revelled in them, creating vivid images in his mind about being mounted and mated.

He must have made some kind of noise because the mysterious Alpha growled again and leaned down to nuzzle the spot where Jimin’s neck met his shoulder.

Bite me, bite me! Jimin’s inner wolf chanted in his mind. This was crazy! He didn’t even know the Alpha’s name or what he looked like, but those details seemed superfluous to the inner knowing that he should belong to him.

The sultry music began to change gradually as the DJ switched over the song to something more upbeat. Suddenly the Alpha’s hand was gone from Jimin’s belly and the man’s warm body pulled away from where it cradled him. Losing his physical connection with the man was a sudden shock to Jimin’s overstimulated system and he actually cried out. It couldn’t be heard over the music by anyone else, thankfully.

He turned to finally get a good look at the Alpha, to stake his claim, but the man was… gone.

Jimin felt as though he’d been suckerpunched. His inner Omega wailed at the loss of the one he’d felt so connected to. Jimin searched the room for any hint of him, but could see no one that even resembled the tall, dark Alpha that had captivated him. No strong jaw, no dark waves of hair and tanned skin, no glowing red eyes that watched him from the shadows. 

Jimin’s distress mounted. This couldn’t be happening. Had he been alone in the feeling? Did he make up the connection he felt, the all consuming attraction beyond reason? His instinct told him ‘no’, but the fact that the Alpha had disappeared suggested otherwise.

He saw Hyejin in the corner of the room, snuggled in the lap of a tall, blonde, foreign Alpha. She looked happy and Jimin felt he couldn’t interrupt the pair of women who had likely not seen anything anyway. They looked as though they were in their own intimate bubble.

He turned away to keep looking, but caught a whiff of the Alpha’s spiced rum scent in the air. He instantly followed it to the set of stairs leading down to the first floor of the club. Without thinking, he blindly followed the scent until it led Jimin to a set of heavy doors. He pulled on the handles, but they were locked. 

He’s gone…

Jimin’s mind reeled. The adrenaline that had surged through his body during his frantic search for the mystery man suddenly fizzled out and he felt as though his blood was rushing to his feet. He stumbled against the nearby wall and slowly slid down it until he was crouched in a ball while still trying to make sense of everything.

To add insult to injury, Jimin felt a hand in his hair a fraction of a second before he was hauled to his feet by the Alpha he’d had an altercation with earlier in the night.

“Looky, looky boys,” the troll smirked mockingly as he looked over at his two friends, including the man Jimin was sure he had seen before in Daegu. “I told you, good things come to those who wait!”

“I’m telling you, Cheol Woo! That’s Kim Taehyung’s bitch. I’d never forget a face like that.”

“Is that true, Peachy? You spread your cheeks for that Daegu trash?” the man, Cheol Woo, said as he shook Jimin by his hair. “If that’s true, then maybe you should do the same for us, don’t you think? We’d show you a better time, Pretty.”

Jimin tried to pry away the hand that was ripping his hair out at the scalp, but the Alpha was too strong and only laughed at his efforts.

“Let go of me, you disgusting pig!” Jimin spat. He tried to strike the man, but his small hands were easily caught and pinned against the wall with one of Cheol Woo’s meaty ones. The Alpha shook Jimin’s head again by his hair and slammed it against the wall hard enough that it stung and made Jimin feel a little dizzy. 

“Now, now. That’s going to make me mad, Pretty. You’re not going to like that. Boys,” Cheol Woo said, turning to look at his comrades, “what do you say we take this bitch and have a real party?”

His companions laughed and Jimin felt his heart sink even further. Not 10 minutes earlier, he’d been in blissful heaven, dancing with his mysterious Alpha. Now he found himself in absolute hell and afraid for his life. If they managed to somehow get him out of the club without anyone stopping them, he wasn’t sure if they would let him live after doing whatever they wanted to him.

“HE—” 

He tried to call for help, but Cheol Woo had let go of Jimin’s wrists and covered his mouth with his huge hand instead. Jimin could barely breathe as the hand covered his nose as well. He clawed at it, but the Alpha had started moving, pulling Jimin along with him as he made his way toward the back exit of the building. Jimin lost his footing and felt helpless as he was dragged like a rag doll. Fat tears fell down his face and his scent reeked of acid and smoke.

Jimin could see the glowing red letters of the EXIT sign as they approached the back door that undoubtedly led to the alleyway and thrashed once more to try and release himself from the Alpha’s hold.

Cheol Woo’s mocking laughter was cut off suddenly as something crashed into them and a fierce roar reverberated through the narrow hallway. Jimin heard a horrifying crack and Cheol Woo’s piercing screech that made him want to vomit. 

Suddenly he was being pulled from the thick of things by delicate hands with long, manicured, red fingernails. 

Hyejin, he breathed in relief as he allowed himself to be wrapped in her arms. The sweet Hyacinth scent of the other Omega calmed him enough that he could look at the battle that was taking place near the exit doors - two bouncers had arrived and each had one of Cheol Woo’s companions in their grasps while Cheo Woo himself was splayed on the floor, one arm bent at a horrifying angle while his face was being pummelled by the most handsome man Jimin had even seen in his life, even with his face twisted in rage as it was. The scent of spiced rum and bitter smoke hit Jimin like a ton of bricks. 

His Alpha!

Jimin let out a whine, an instinctual call to the man who had come to his rescue and the Alpha’s response was immediate. He turned to look at Jimin with fierce, glowing red eyes.

“Shhhh,” Hyejin soothed as she rubbed her hands down Jimin’s arms. “Jungkook is going to take care of everything. You’re safe now.”

Jungkook.

Now he had his Alpha’s name and it soothed Jimin even further. He couldn’t look away from Jungkook’s piercing gaze.

“Take him to my office,” the Alpha growled at Hyejin, who nodded in agreement and began leading Jimin away. He struggled a little, not wanting to lose him again.

“It’s ok, Honey. We’re going to his office. He’ll come to you there,” she soothed.

“His office?” Jimin asked. He knew he sounded like an idiot, but he was so confused.

“That’s right, Sugar. He’s the owner of this club and about six others around the city. He is also one of the mafia heads that holds the monopoly on Seoul’s smuggling ring.”

When Jimin seemed surprised, she looked at him with wide eyes. “He’s Jeon Jungkook. You didn’t know?” Hyejin asked as she ushered him through the previously locked doors the Alpha had gone through earlier.

Jimin shook his head, still in a daze.

“Well, let me tell you something, Honey, and don’t let anyone tell you differently - he’s a good man and a good Alpha. He’s fair, but he’s brutal when it comes to protecting what’s his and the people and things he cares about.”

Jimin could tell that, by the way he’d attacked Cheol Woo to save him. 

Hyejin saw that Jimin seemed more interested than wary and smiled. “I have also never seen that man dance with an Omega in the five years that I’ve known him and, Sugar, I’m glad that I saw it tonight, because the two of you moved like the sweetest sin!” 

Jimin’s thoughts cleared a little bit more. Jungkook had never danced with another Omega before?

“Never?” he asked.

Hyejin smiled slyly at him as they continued down a long hall toward a solid black door at the end of it. “Uh-uh. Never. He never lets his inner Alpha come to the surface either. He’s usually cool as a cucumber, but that man’s red eyes were staring at you the whole night. I thought he might devour you at one point.”

Jimin wasn’t innocent by any stretch of the imagination, but he still blushed all the way to his ears.

“I actually thought that he might be staring at you for a bit there , ” Jimin confessed to his new friend. 

Hyejin laughed as she entered the code on the keypad above the door handle to Jungkook’s office.

“Ha! Me? He’s like an older brother to me. My Alpha and I work for him.”

Jimin smiled at her when she beamed, speaking of her Alpha. “The tall blonde woman you were with upstairs?” he asked.

Hyejin smiled, almost shyly. “Yes, Anna. She’s Jungkook’s accountant.”

“Sexy,” Jimin laughed and wiggled his eyebrows, feeling more and more relaxed as they spoke.

Hyejin swatted his arm, but laughed with him for a moment.

“Listen now, Honey. I’m going to be honest with you. This isn’t an environment that would suit just anyone and Jeon Jungkook isn’t an Alpha to be trifled with. Those Alphas out there are going to be lucky to make it out of here alive for assaulting you the way they did,” she said seriously. “If you‘re scared and you just want to get out of here, go home and pretend that none of this ever happened, I can get you out of here and in a taxi faster than you can shake your head. I haven’t told Jungkook your name and it would be hard for him to find you, so you still have a chance to wash your hair of it all. Tell me if that’s something you want, Sugar. I’ll make it happen.”

Jimin bit his lip and looked at her, searching for judgement and finding none.

“I-I think that’s the last thing I want, my instinct is telling me that I belong with him,” he admitted.

Hyejin huffed out a breath. “I knew it. Just by the way the two of you were dancing and scenting each other earlier…god dammit, you’ll probably get mated before me!” she teased. “I think Jungkook was trying to let you go earlier out of some sense of chivalry, but if he comes into this room and you’re still here, I don’t think he’s going to let you go again. Do you still want to stay?”

Jimin nodded just before the door to the office beeped and opened again. Jeon Jungkook walked through it and all the breath in Jimin’s lungs seemed to rush out all at once. God, he was the most striking man alive. He’d thought Tae was handsome, but even his best friend had nothing on the rugged good looks of the Alpha before him.

“Hyejin, Anna’s waiting for you upstairs,” Jungkook said simply.

Hyejin looked at Jimin, who gave her a quick nod, and left quietly, shutting the door behind her. It locked automatically.

Jungkook quickly walked over to where Jimin was standing near his desk and backed the Omega up until the backs of his legs were pressed against it. Jimin’s heart was pounding in his chest and his inner Omega was howling in anticipation.

“What’s your name, Little one?” the Alpha said, his voice husky with desire.

“Park Jimin,” he answered on a breath.

“Jimin…” the Alpha whispered as though he were testing the sound of it. It made Jimin want to purr in satisfaction.

“Do you know who I am?” Jungkook asked.

Jimin nodded. “Hyejin just told me.” 

Jungkook moved forward into Jimin’s space, crowding him without touching him. Jimin was desperate to close the space between them, but Jungkook’s tense posture held him back.

“My world is very…dark, Little one.”

Jimin trembled. “I like the dark.”

Jungkook moved a fraction of an inch, enough so that their legs were touching. 

“It can be ugly,” the Alpha growled, but Jimin simply shrugged, unperturbed.

Jungkook slotted himself between Jimin’s legs until their bodies were pressed together. Jimin wanted to roll his eyes back at the glorious feel of the Alpha’s hard length pressed against his belly. It felt long and thick and Jimin wanted it.

“It can be frightening,” Jungkook whispered as he leaned in to nose Jimin’s scent gland, causing the sweet scent of peaches and cream to bloom and mingle with the Alpha’s own spiced rum.

“Not if you’re with me,” Jimin answered and the Alpha’s hand snaked up to grasp the nape of his neck in a firm hold.

“You’re not making this easy for me,” Jungkook leaned back and hissed.

Jimin lifted his eyebrow as he observed his Alpha, wound tight and ready to snap. He smiled. “Am I supposed to?”

Suddenly Jungkook’s lips were on his and the Alpha was devouring him. The kiss was intense and all Jimin could do was surrender to it. 

God, yes! This was it. The building could be burning down around them and Jimin wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

“Tell me you feel it,” Jungkook growled as he broke the kiss. “Tell me you’re mine, Omega.” The Alpha paused for a moment. “Be warned though, Jimin. When I mean that you’re mine, I mean that you’re only mine and I won’t let you go. My inner Alpha has never wanted to claim an Omega before, so if you stay here, you have to know what that means. Last chance.”

Somewhere inside his mind, Jimin’s practical self screamed that this was crazy and that he should walk out the door and never look back, but his instinctual self, his inner Omega, growled at him at the very thought of walking away from their mate!

Mate?

It felt right. So right.

“I’m yours, Alpha. I don’t want to leave,” he answered confidently.

In a heartbeat, Jungkook was kissing him again, just as intensely as before. Jimin could barely breathe, but he loved it. The Alpha’s hand on his nape moved around until it was cupping Jimin’s throat. There was no pressure put there, but it was firm and possessive and made the Omega moan.

While he was being thoroughly kissed, Jimin’s hands pulled Jungkook’s shirt out of his pants and began working on the buttons until he could pull the whole thing off. Jimin’s cock became painfully hard in his leather pants as he was faced with Jungkook’s gloriously naked torso - tanned, muscled and slightly scarred. He couldn’t stop himself from running his fingers over every inch.

The Alpha seemed to have the same idea and pulled Jimin’s billowy shirt up and over his head so that his chest was on full display. 

Jimin was confident in his own appearance. His own muscles were lean, but nicely defined and he smirked when he saw his Alpha’s eyes turn red again as he stared at Jimin’s pale skin and tiny brown nipples. 

He gasped as Jungkook bent down and pulled one of them into his mouth.

“Alpha!” he cried.

“Say my name,” Jungkook growled against his flesh.

“Jungkook,” Jimin obeyed. “Please! I can’t wait. I wanna be yours.”

Jungkook roared and Jimin quivered in ecstasy as the Alpha spun him around and bent him over the huge mahogany desk that dominated the room. He roughly pulled Jimin’s leather pants and underwear down until they pooled at his feet where Jimin quickly kicked them off. He was fully exposed for his Alpha.

Yes! This is exactly what he wanted, what he needed. Another time they could come together more slowly, gently. Another time he could take his Alpha’s cock into his mouth before they fucked, but, god , he needed the Alpha inside him, fucking him, knotting him and claiming him right this instant.

Jungkook bent over Jimin’s back and bit into the meat of his shoulder. It wasn’t quite a mating bite, but it was close enough to one that it tricked Jimin’s body into behaving like it was. The Omega cried out as slick poured from his rim in preparation for the Alpha’s knot.

Jimin couldn’t hold in his noises as Jungkook bent again, this time to spread Jimin’s cheeks apart and lap at his throbbing entrance. He screamed in carnal bliss as Jungkook slid a finger past the taut ring of muscle, stretching him first with that one finger and then two, then three long, thick fingers.

He was a blubbering mess when he felt the generous head of Jungkook’s cock press against his slick hole and slowly push its way in, inch by delicious inch, until he bottomed out, fully seated inside the Omega.

Jimin became aware of the fact that Jungkook had been growling the entire time, as though his inner Alpha was close enough to take over completely. Jimin’s inner Omega gave an answering purr and Jungkook bent once more to bury his teeth in Jimin’s flesh, this time over his scent gland, as the Alpha began earnestly fucking him.

Mated! They were mated!

Euphoria exploded through them both for what felt like an eternity as the connection between them solidified into something pure and unbreakable. Jimin could think of nothing beyond that bliss until he felt Jungkook’s knot forming and filling his channel. 

He gasped at the sudden fullness and the pain that came with it, but he was sobbing in pleasure again as he felt rope after rope of his mate’s cum filling him up. His own orgasm almost felt like an afterthought after the intensity of their mating, but he was aware of it nonetheless as he coated the desk beneath him with his spend.

They stayed like that for a minute, neither man moving beyond their heavy breathing. Jimin could feel Jungkook’s heart pounding against his back as they both fought for air. After a moment, however, Jungkook stood and lifted Jimin from underneath his bottom, careful not to jostle his knot too much and hurt his mate. He carried Jimin over to his office chair and sat down so that the Omega was seated in his lap, chest to back, with Jimin’s legs draped over either side of Jungkook’s muscled thighs. 

The position pushed Jungkook’s knot deeper inside him and Jimin moaned as he felt the jets of his Alpha’s cum that continued to fill him up.

Jungkook wordlessly began to lap at the wound on Jimin’s neck, cleaning it and closing it with his healing saliva. A possessive growl rumbled in his chest as he did so, sending vibrations through Jimin’s back, until he was finished and his mating mark was sealed and permanent.

They remained silent for a while as they waited for Jungkook’s knot to go down. Jimin didn’t mind, he was perfectly content in his Alpha’s arms.

When the mating bond had formed, a true knowing of each other had passed between them. They were instantly granted full knowledge and understanding of who each of them were at their very core and Jimin knew that they couldn’t be any more compatible with each other. It was definitely fate that had brought them together.

When Jungkook’s knot had completely deflated and he was able to slip out of his Omega, Jimin turned around to straddle him properly so that they were chest to chest and he could kiss his Alpha again. Jungkook made a rumbling sound that told Jimin that he was very, very happy.

“I was so afraid that I was going to drag a sweet, innocent Omega into the underworld with me, like Hades and Persephone, but it turns out that you’re as much a creature of the night as I am,” Jungkook crooned as Jimin peppered kisses along his jaw.

“So you’re not disappointed?” Jimin teased. He knew through their bond that he wasn’t.

“How could I be?” Jungkook pressed a tender kiss to Jimin’s pouty lips. “The most beautiful and captivating Omega wandered into my club and now I get to keep him. I’d destroy anyone who’d try to take you from me.”

“I’m thinking you should take me home then, so we can go for round two and I can give you a mating bite of your own.” Jimin smiled radiantly, feeling cared for and protected.

Mating Jungkook might have been the last thing he expected to happen when he’d decided to explore the nightlife in Seoul, but then Jimin had actually found exactly what he’d been searching for - a life that was made just for him. 

*** 3 months later at Taehyung and Yoongi’s mating ceremony. ***

“So,” Jimin said solemnly as he fixed Taehyung’s tie so that it was perfectly straight. “Mating. It’s a big step.”

“What would you know?” Tae teased. “You were in a nightclub on your own for five minutes and mated the first Alpha you danced with. Big step my ass,” he said as he looked in the mirror to check the final results of all his primping.

Jimin shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. He wasn’t wrong.

“Seriously though, Tae. I’m really happy for you. I could see from the moment you met Yoongi that he was the one for you. We can all see it. You’re two sides of a coin and I know that you’re both going to be happy.”

“Thanks,” Tae replied as he hugged his friend. “I’m so glad that you and I didn’t work out. This is so much better.”

“Sooo much better!” Jimin agreed as he picked up the pair of rings he was in charge of and followed the Alpha out to the ceremonial hall to wait for Yoongi’s walk up the aisle.

It was a beautiful ceremony, a mating that was so different from his own. The couple gave each other their matching rings and matching mating bites in front of a room full of people, but Jimin could still see that they experienced the perfect intimacy of their mating connection together and everyone gathered could feel their joy. It was nice.

Personally, he was just as happy to have experienced it while on his Alpha’s knot, but to each their own. 

Later, when the reception was in full swing, Jimin found himself on the dance floor with Taehyung and Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin, Hoseok and his partner, Eun-Jae - the Omega from the night Jimin had met his Alpha, and Jungkook. Apart from Hyejin and Anna, who were back in Seoul, everyone he cared about was right there with him. They came from every walk of life, they occupied both the light and the dark places of the world, but ultimately they were the family that Jimin had always wished he had. 

He had work with Jungkook that was exhilarating and kept him on his toes, he had a mate that he was fortunate enough to love more and more as each day passed, and he had the family that he’d always dreamed of. No one was luckier than him, he was sure of it. 

“You seem happy, Little one,” Jungkook purred. He slow danced with his mate and scented the gorgeous Omega’s mating bite. He had asked Jimin earlier to wear something to the mating ceremony that showed off his bite, so Jimin knew exactly what Jungkook was doing with his little public display. 

Silly, possessive Alpha.

“I’m extremely happy,” Jimin replied truthfully. He bent his neck exaggeratedly, giving Jungkook better access to his mating bite. “But I think you missed a spot,” he teased. “Some strange Alpha might still think that they have a chance to steal me away.”

Jungkook growled goodnaturedly at his teasing, but still scented every inch of the Omega’s exposed skin for good measure. Jimin wasn’t sorry about it in the least.

He felt a sharp tap on his shoulder and he turned around to find Taehyung, his handsome, boxy smile on full display.

“Jiminie, my friend, my other soulmate,” the Alpha began. “Can you go dance with my mate, while I steal yours away for a minute? We have to talk business before the two of you head out in the morning for Seoul.”

“Really, Tae? At your own mating reception?” Jimin laughed as he moved out of his Alpha’s arms.

Taehyung shrugged. “Time waits for no man, and there’s a shipment coming in ahead of schedule that we need to discuss.”

Jungkook put his arm back around Jimin for a moment and leaned over to kiss his forehead. “Half an hour, Little one. I promise I’ll be back in half an hour.”

Jimin couldn’t help the little pout he gave his Alpha.

“Have fun dancing with the others and I promise to make it up to you later…thoroughly,” Jungkook offered in a sultry tone.

Oh, he did not play fair.

When Jimin nodded his assent, Tae and Jungkook walked toward one of the corners of the  reception hall to talk privately, while Jimin went to dance with Yoongi.

“I’m not sure whether I’m happy or annoyed that those two are doing business together now,” he confessed to the other Omega as he was handed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter.

Yoongi took a sip of his own glass as he swayed back and forth to the music. “It’s your own fault for introducing them. You can’t put two kings in the same room and not expect them to either take each other out or plot for more power,” he said practically. “Can you feel them through your bond? Tae is excited right now, he feels more secure, he feels like he has a business partner he can trust.”

Jimin searched his own bond with Jungkook and found that his mate felt the same. “You’re right,” he sighed, “this is good for them both.”

“Besides,” Yoongi added, “this means that we can all see a lot more of each other.”

It was true. Things had worked out rather perfectly.

“Ok,” he agreed happily, “but if I have to come to Daegu in the summertime, I’m rethinking this whole thing!” Yoongi laughed and Jimin hugged him. The music changed to a popular upbeat song and their small group of friends started dancing enthusiastically.

After a while, from the corner of the room, Jimin could sense someone staring at him. He turned to see the familiar gaze of his Alpha. Eyes on him, where they should be.

Jimin’s world narrowed as it always did in moments like this, where it became just about the two of them. He lost himself to the rhythm of the music as he danced only for Jungkook. When red began to bleed into the Alpha’s eyes and he started to stalk toward the dance floor, Jimin knew that he was about to get everything he was hoping for.

With Jungkook, he always did.

The End

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I can’t believe this little story just hit 10,000 hits! My heart is soaring with happiness. Thank you all so much for reading. I commissioned this beautiful art by Soff (@kindofb_) months ago, but only posted it on Twitter. Now, in celebration for this 10,000 hits milestone, I’ll post it here as well. I appreciate every single hit, comment, kudo and bookmark. Each one makes my day 🤗🫰🏻

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This art piece depicts Jungkook kissing Jimin against his desk, just before their mating!

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