Archive of Our Own ^beta

It’s been a long time since his reflection in the mirror doesn’t fully impact his daily mood, not at least more than it happens to any other idol. However, Jimin has been spending more time than usual staring at his body lately, specifically the little changes it is experiencing.

They’re almost imperceptible, so far, but his observant eyes have not missed how some of his curves are now more slightly pronounced, his thighs a little bit thicker.

Right now, in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, he slightly lifts his hoodie with one arm, until his waist and hips are visible. And it’s there, he’s sure he’s not seeing things, a more sinuous silhouette, something it wasn’t like this some days ago. Yes, his waist has always been kind of slender and, in combination with his well-trained glutes, his body has shown soft curves here and there for the last years, not so common in a man’s body, but something he definitely loved - and his fans too.

However, this new silhouette… makes Jimin feel nervous, kind of anxious. It’s not because he doesn’t like what he sees in the mirror, but because he perfectly knows what it means that his hips are now slightly wider.

He wasn’t expecting this. He should have had his presentation a couple of years ago. Everyone around him did, even Jungkook, who presented as an alpha way earlier than expected. Jimin eventually got a feeling of his inner wolf, though, light and timid, and he assumed that’s how being a beta felt. He talked about it with Seokjin and Hoseok, also betas, and although it wasn’t exactly like that for them, Jimin simply stopped paying attention to it. Life has been crazy lately, with the release of their last album and the tour preparations. He just assumed… he was a beta, and he was glad. 

Anything but an omega, please, anything but an omega , he used to wish.

He softly slides his thumb over the curve of his hips, then just over the waistband of his sweatpants. Fortunately, his baggy clothes have helped him hide these little changes. He’s afraid, though, that they won’t be enough to hide what’s about to come.

The ring of the door gets him out of his head.

Taehyung stares at him, head to toe, as soon as he opens the door, and that makes Jimin fix the hoodie over his body, making sure the piece of clothing hides him well. It’s absurd, he knows, it’s impossible for someone to notice the slightly more pronounced curves in him, at least not yet.

“You okay?” Taehyung crosses the threshold as if it was his own apartment and starts taking his sneakers off. Jimin observes him, letting his eyes get lost on the alpha’s shoulders, on the skin of his muscled back, almost visible through the white tank top he’s wearing. “Jimin?”

“Sure, I was waiting for you.”

Taehyung follows him to the living room, where they sit on the couch. Jimin can’t help but stare at Taehyung while he stretches his body, presumably still feeling his muscles tight after his workout in the company gym. His big and strong arms are uncovered, and the golden and tempting skin on his neck seems to be luring Jimin. Wait, what?

Jimin quickly tries to distract himself with his phone, opening the food delivery app and looking through his last orders for one to repeat or slightly modify before ordering again. “Do you want the same as always for di-”

“Are you sick?”

Jimin looks up from his phone, Taehyung’s now staring at him. “What?”

“You’re wearing too many clothes to be at home in August.” Then, Taehyung approaches him on the couch to place the back of his hand over his forehead, trying to check his temperature. “Are you cold?”

Jimin shakes his head, shocked by the sudden closeness between them. He’s not sure why he is reacting like that, as if they weren’t always attached to the hip. 

In just a few seconds, the familiar scent of Taehyung surrounds him. However, the fresh pine scent is way more intense today, so much that Jimin even gets to perceive some secondary notes in the alpha’s scent, something like red fruits, cinnamon. He takes a deep breath, unable to control himself at the scent he has loved so much since Taehyung’s presentation a couple of years ago. 

Suddenly, Jimin feels so absorbed in it that he’s not even aware of him leaning in slightly, his nose almost touching the alpha’s neck. He’s so focused on the feelings the now richer scent is awakening in him that he doesn’t notice how Taehyung’s nose flares, the alpha maybe perceiving something new in Jimin too.

“Have you changed your body lotion?” Taehyung’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and Jimin is fast to put some distance between them. What is wrong with him?  

“No, it’s the same as always.” He wants to ask him why he is asking him about body lotions, but his cheeks are already burning, he can’t believe he just sniffed out Taehyung so blatantly. Taehyung’s deep stare on him makes him feel even more nervous and he again fixes the hoodie over his body, trying to hide something he’s sure Taehyung can’t perceive yet.

“Are you really okay?”

Jimin nods. “We should decide what we want for dinner.” 

Taehyung lets it go and they order what they want in the app. A half an hour later, they enjoy a delicious dinner in front of the TV while they watch the last two episodes of the drama they’re currently watching together. Then, they play some music while they bring the empty boxes to the kitchen. 

Jimin is not even surprised when Taehyung makes puppy eyes at him while he asks him to let him stay the night, as they always do when they make a similar plan together in some of their apartments.

They have a group shooting tomorrow morning, so they must sleep enough if they don’t want to give the makeup artists more work than necessary. Jimin accepts, as if he could do anything else. 

He soon starts feeling a tickling in his stomach, though, while Taehyung takes off his clothes, getting ready to sleep in his underwear, on Jimin’s bed, like always. His own body, though, seems to be getting mixed signals from the innocent gesture of the alpha.

They’re not teenagers anymore, Jimin has seen Taehyung like this on countless times and, although his not-so-platonic feelings for the alpha have always been there, Jimin has learnt to keep calm, not blush too much - or he tries - and do whatever he needs for the alpha not to notice that, actually, Jimin is head over hills for him.

He’s been doing such a good job on that matter for the last bunch of years, but he doesn’t know what’s going on with him today. Or maybe he doesn't want to acknowledge it.

It doesn’t help either the fact that Taehyung looks at him, kind of worried, when Jimin decides to put on his pajamas in the bathroom, especially when he comes out of it wearing something definitely not appropriate for summer.

“Jimin.” He’s just made the first step outside the bathroom. “Are you for real? It’s summer and it’s hot…”

Jimin stares at Taehyung, already lying on his bed, over the bed clothing. Jimin’s eyes are fastly focusing on the amount of bare skin, on how good those black boxer briefs look on him, on how they perfectly fit his waist and how little they do to hide how well-hung his friend is. “Y-yeah…” He takes a deep breath, feeling his cheeks getting warm. 

He’s really not okay today.

He decides not to entertain the topic and gets into bed, and so does Taehyung, getting under the soft cotton bed sheets next to him. Jimin thinks it’s all over when he feels the big arm of the alpha wrapping around his waist and a firm chest against his back. It’s nothing new, he reminds himself, but Jimin’s body tenses, holding his breath. It’s impossible for Taehyung to notice, he knows it’s impossible and yet, just the idea of someone knowing what’s happening to him terrifies him. Even Taehyung. Especially him, maybe. 

What if things get weird between them? He can’t afford to lose Taehyung. What if it happens too with the rest of the boys? Will he need to leave the group?

“Relax, you’ve been weird all evening,” Taehyung murmurs against his nape.

Jimin takes a deep breath, trying to feel calmer, focusing on Taehyung’s breathing on his back, on how good the alpha’s body actually feels against his own. Until he finally gets asleep.

“Noona, please.” 

The distressing voice of Jimin catches Taehyung’s attention as soon as he enters the dressing room. His eyes look for him in the big room until they find him. 

There’s something about Jimin lately, Taehyung can’t pinpoint exactly what it is, but he looks different, good. His skin is always perfect, but lately it looks even more radiant, and it’s breathtaking, the way his clothes fit his body lately. 

“Jimin-ssi, you chose this outfit last week.”

“I know and I’m really sorry, but I can’t wear this, please, I can’t wear a cropped top today.”

The conversation is shared in barely murmurs, and although Taehyung tries to be focused on changing his own clothes, feeling how anxious Jimin is right now makes his alpha feel uneasy, throwing side glances to him with a worried expression on his face. 

“I’ll try to find something else, but on such short notice… I’m not sure.”

It’s when Jimin is left alone that Taehyung approaches him. He’s not even finished putting on his clothes and, although it’s nothing out of normal for all of them to be in different kinds of undress in front of each other in dressing rooms like this one, Taehyung finds again Jimin’s eyes boldly roaming his bare chest, like last night.

Ah, last night.

It didn’t feel weird when Jimin sniffed him on the couch, but it was definitely new. Their wolves have always been the closest, but, with Jimin being a beta, scents haven’t been a big deal between them before. Last night, though, Taehyung felt something… For a second, he got so lost in the new light scent he perceived from his friend that he wasn’t even aware of the way Jimin’s nose was flaring so close to his neck, as if the beta had just discovered a new source of his fresh scent.

Jimin was acting weird last night, that’s for sure. Taehyung can’t stop thinking about Jimin’s eyes roaming over his bare body. He doesn’t even want to admit to himself what Jimin looking at him like he’s about to devour him does to him. He shouldn’t. They’re friends. Just friends, and yet…

It’s not like it happens frequently. Jimin doesn’t usually show much interest in him like that, but Taehyung is sure about the kind of look Jimin gave him when he was already on his bed, and his alpha felt… proud.

It’s not exactly what is happening right now, though. Jimin is clearly anxious and, although his eyes roam over his naked chest for a couple of seconds, what’s bothering him seems to be really important.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung’s big hand is fast enough to reach Jimin's lower back.

“Nothing, I’m okay…” 

But he’s clearly not.

“Min-ah…”

He doesn’t want to sound reprimanding, but it’s there, the need to help him somehow.

“I can’t… I can’t wear this,” Jimin murmurs, not even looking at his clothes hanging on the rack, not even looking at him either.

Taehyung does look at them. Cropped white t-shirt, baggy cargo black pants. Totally Jimin style. “Why not?”

Jimin seems to doubt before answering. “Can’t wear the cropped top.”

Taehyung frowns. Jimin is again wearing too much clothes for this time of the year. They’re in the middle of the summer in Seoul and Jimin is still engulfed in a big hoodie he can’t stop fidgeting with. 

A pang of worry hits Taehyung. It’s been long since Jimin had that kind of relationship with his body, at least to the limits of having the need to hide. He insists, but trying to make his voice sound softer this time, wishing this is not about what he thinks it is. “Why not?” 

“Just can’t.”

“Are you hiding something? A new tattoo?” Taehyung will take any reason, whatever it is except for Jimin going back to crazy diets that leave him exhausted when he’s not even gone through half of their daily schedule. 

“What? No! No… It’s not a tattoo.”

Taehyung sighs. The hand on Jimin’s back moves to his nape and brings him closer to give him a hug. “Relax, okay?” 

Jimin nods, nose brushing his bare shoulder. Being this close, Taehyung can feel again the new scent he perceived last night. It’s sweet, kind of fruity, and Jimin doesn’t usually smell like that.

The hug seems to work, since Jimin visibly relaxes, being surrounded by Taehyung’s pine scent. His alpha couldn’t feel prouder.

“I think I’ve found something!”

Jimin is fast in breaking the hug then. “Oh, thank god”

Taehyung stares at him while he checks the new piece of clothing for his outfit, a longish shirt he is supposed to wear opened over the top. Jimin seems to be satisfied, not that he has a better option, so Taehyung leaves him alone again so they can both get ready.

On set, while Jimin is having his solo shoot, Taehyung decides to be there instead of staying in the dressing room until it’s his turn. He’s still feeling worried about him. Something’s going on, so he stares at his friend. Jimin poses with a rock style outfit and an electric guitar among blooming flowers - really appropriate for him, he thinks - but Taehyung can’t figure it out.

Jimin looks good, the prettiest. His blonde hair shines under the lights, his eyes too. He sports a smug expression, chin tilted up, half a smile. It’s sexy. He is sexy . The little glimpse of skin, barely visible over the waistband of his trousers and between the open ends of the white shirt he’s wearing, looks so soft, so tempting, that Taehyung needs to control his alpha not to start drooling over his best friend. 

Taehyung wishes he could run his hands over the bare, tiny waist, though, maybe his nose, his tongue too. Jimin must have the prettiest waist he has ever seen, and he is usually really aware of how good he looks when he shows little glimpses of it. Taehyung doesn’t understand why he suddenly needs to hide it.

He focuses on Jimin, on how the skin on that area looks, on how he moves, and nothing seems to be out of normal. He doesn’t get it.

They go through his own individual schedules after the group shooting and it’s not until the last hours of the evening that they all meet again in the practice room. They don’t usually have practice schedules so late in the day, when they are all already exhausted, but the start of the next tour is in just a couple of weeks, so their days are fully packed.

Jimin looks especially exhausted, Taehyung notices. His eyes follow him when Jimin goes to the side of the room to drink water more frequently than usual. He’s worried, but there’s not much he can do.

It’s a short practice session and yet Jimin definitely looks like he needs a break, or to finally stop for the day and let his body rest. Taehyung is not even focused on what they are doing right now, he can’t take his eyes off Jimin while he hopes his body follows the choreo steps. 

Jimin looks like he’s about to pass out until… he collapses to the ground.

When Jimin opens his eyes, he’s already on his bed. He’s alone, at least in his bedroom, and he’s not sure how he got here in the first place. 

His head hurts a bit and he feels… hot, his body covered in sweat, maybe that’s why he has a wet cloth on his forehead. 

He doesn’t think he’s alone at home, though, he seems to listen to some people chatting on the other side of the door.

The next time he opens his eyes, he’s not alone in the room.

“Is he okay, doctor-nim?” 

It’s Hoseok’s voice, worried.

“He’s okay. It looks like it’s a late presentation.”

Please, no .

“He just needs to rest and wait for the fever to cool down. Make sure he at least drinks enough water.”

The next time, cramps on his lower belly are the reason Jimin wakes up. He grunts slightly, pressuring the area with his arms. He’s alone in his room again, but Hoseok and whoever is with him must be closer to the door of his room.

“... go home.”

 Jimin catches only the last words of what Hoseok is saying.

“I’m not.” The answer comes in a deep voice, blunt and sharp. Taehyung.

“Taehyung, it’s not safe.” Hoseok is almost pleading, trying to get a stubborn alpha to come to his senses.

“I’m not leaving.” Taehyung’s firm tone makes Jimin feel his skin crawl.

The alpha taking care of him. That’s exactly what his newly presented omega needs.

“You’re not entering his room. No matter what, do you understand?” 

It doesn’t really matter that Hoseok is a beta, at least in their little group dynamics. He’s still older than Taehyung, and Taehyung appreciates his hyungs enough to respect that.

Jimin doesn’t get to listen to the answer to the strict instruction Hoseok has set, but he can’t help but softly whine at the idea of not having his alfa with him. He already hates it, feeling so needy, but there’s no way he can control his wolf right now.

The door opens suddenly, maybe because his whines are noticeable even from outside his bedroom. He hopes they are not, it’s already embarrassing, although his wolf doesn’t seem to hate the idea, maybe our alpha will come to us.

“How are you feeling, Jimin-ah?”

Hoseok doesn’t wait for Jimin to answer. He comes closer to the bed and takes the cloth on Jimin’s forehead to wet it again and place it back on his friend’s burning forehead.

Jimin just stares at him. It’s nice that Hoseok’s scent is mild, it doesn’t feel suffocating. He drinks from the water bottle Hoseok brings close to his mouth and then his eyes are closed again even before the beta leaves the room.

Taehyung thinks he’s going crazy. He’s spent the last three days not further than a couple of meters from Jimin’s bedroom door. He can’t go inside, he promised Hoseok and he knows Jimin needs to go through this without him. His alpha scent could be too much for his sensitive omega.

He’s been staring at the big wooden door for hours, though. As if he could see through it the more he observes it. By the third day, he’s even sitting on the floor next to it, back against the hard wood. He can’t take it anymore. He needs to see him.

The slight soft peach scent coming through the door is not helping him either. His nose flares every now and then, trying to get the most of it, making his mouth salivate.

This is how Jimin finds him when he opens the door, sitting on the floor like a lost pup.

“T-tae,” Jimin murmurs with a hoarse voice after days without uttering a word. His blonde hair looks tousled, the neck of his pajama top falling over his shoulder, and his cheeks are still flustered. 

Taehyung doesn’t think he has ever seen something more beautiful.

He stands up without breaking eye contact with the newly presented omega. He’s sure Hoseok must be looking at them being all weird right now, but Taehyung can’t help it, Jimin looks perfect like always, and yet there’s something… different, maybe it’s the peaches and caramel scent surrounding him, maybe it’s the way Jimin is looking at him, like he wants to come closer and sniff out his pine scent directly from the scent gland on his neck.

Taehyung is ready to welcome him between his arms, he can’t wait to finally hug him, to press their bodies together, but then Jimin’s eyes comically open in realization. 

“I-I should… take a shower.”

One second, the omega is just next to him, and the next one, he’s disappeared behind the same door he has just opened.

“God… You’re not going to make this weird, right? We’re starting the tour in a week…” Hoseok sounds tired, Taehyung’s not sure if it’s because of being in Jimin’s apartment for three days or because of their little situation. 

Actually, it’s Taehyung’s little situation, as far as he knows. He needs to take his shit together. Jimin has just presented as an omega, the last thing he needs is an alpha behind him all the time, acting like a puppy. He clears his throat before answering.

“You don’t have to worry about that, hyung…”

When Jimin comes out of the bathroom, his cheeks are still rosy from the hot shower, offering a nice contrast with his usual milky skin. Some little drops still fall from his wet blonde hair. His now natural peachy scent is still intense, but really, really pleasant. Taehyung, now sitting on the side armchair, follows him with his gaze while the omega sits next to Hoseok on the couch.

The beta is fast to come closer to Jimin and hug him. It’s that easy, right? And yet Taehyung hasn’t been able to do so. He can’t help but worry, will things be different for Jimin now that they are alpha and omega?

“Jimin-ah, I need to go to the company to finish some things before we leave the country in a couple of days.”

By the look on Jimin’s face, Taehyung knows he’s also thinking about how much he has to do to keep up with the three days he’s been in bed. Hoseok seems to understand it too. “Don’t worry, they’ve been mostly practicing the choreo of some of the new songs. You’re good. There are only some little things you need to finish, so think about going to the company before we leave, okay? Maybe tomorrow, you can rest today.”

Jimin nods. “Thank you, hyung, I’ll be there tomorrow.”

Hoseok stands up before leaving a tiny kiss on Jimin’s forehead. “Check your phone, will you? The boys have been missing you these days too.” 

Jimin nods, looking kind of worried about that too. 

Before Hoseok disappears through the hallway, he looks at them, sitting one in front of the other, and sighs, maybe feeling resigned to the weird tension that can be suddenly felt between them. “Be good, Taehyung,” he finally says, softly brushing his hair. A few seconds later, the sound of the closing front door reaches them in the living room, and Taehyung and Jimin are finally alone.

Taehyung doesn’t remember an uncomfortable silence between them in all these years, but he’s not sure what he should do right now.

“And you?” Jimin looks at him from behind his arms, wrapped around his bent knees against his chest. “Don’t you have to go to the company?”

Taehyung shakes his head. Although maybe he should leave him alone anyway, if that’s what he needs.

“You look tired. Have you been here all the time?” Jimin’s voice is just a murmur, but it sounds loud in the silence of the room.

“I was worried.” It’s the only thing Taehyung can answer, and it’s the pure truth, he was terrified when Jimin fell to the ground in front of him. “Are you feeling okay? I can cook something for you or-”

“Are you gonna take care of me?” Jimin is not teasing or joking. Taehyung wouldn’t say the omega is surprised either, Jimin looks at him with bright eyes and a little pout.

Taehyung stops talking and stares at him with big eyes, feeling his cheeks getting warm.

“That’s what we always do, right?” He answers, because it’s true, and nothing has changed, they’re still Taehyung and Jimin, after all. He’s gonna remind him of that as much as he needs.

Jimin doesn’t answer. He sighs, maybe not feeling so sure about that as Taehyung. He takes his phone from the coffee table but he doesn’t open it. “So everyone knows, right?” He definitely doesn’t look too happy about it.

“You mean the boys?”

Jimin shakes his head.

“I mean… You passed out in the practice room…” Jimin winces at that. “So some staff know, people at the company know, you’ve been in bed for three days…”

Jimin nods. “Army?” he asks then, looking scared.

“I don’t think so, not yet.”

It never occurred to Taehyung that this would be something that would bother Jimin. People knowing? Idol subgenders are widely known, even though they usually use scent blockers in their fan meetings and some concerts to avoid unnecessary incidents. 

It’s true that late presentations are not that common, but they happen, Taehyung hasn’t thought about it being a problem while he’s been waiting for Jimin to feel better these days. 

Clearly, his friend doesn’t think the same. Jimin is visibly anxious, sighing and pulling his hair out. Taehyung wants to come closer, but he’s not sure if he should.

When Jimin speaks again, his voice trembles and he looks at Taehyung with wet eyes, feeling at the verge of crying. “What am I gonna do?” 

Taehyung feels a pang in his chest when he sees Jimin like this and the need to comfort him is too much. He comes closer to him, finally, sitting next to him on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m an omega, Taehyung.” 

Taehyung frowns. “There’s plenty of idols who-”

“A male omega.”

Taehyung gets it then. It’s not that male omegas are a rare thing, but in an industry where male alphas are always the most popular, Taehyung understands why Jimin is feeling like this. 

At the end of the day, though, Jimin is still Jimin, and it’s hard to believe people are gonna stop loving him just because he’s not a beta anymore, Taehyung thinks, or because he never was one in the first place.

“I can’t believe this is happening to me…”

The first tears running down Jimin’s cheeks are all Taehyung needs to bring him closer and engulf him in a tight hug. Like this, with his nose buried among blond locks, the peachy scent is way more intense, so much that he can even taste it in his mouth. Jimin seems to relax in his embrace and Taehyung is glad that he still has that effect on him. “It’s gonna be okay,” Taehyung whispers before leaving a kiss on Jimin’s forehead.

But their heads don’t separate much from each other after that. Jimin sighs, feeling comforted, and Taehyung is surprised when he feels the small hands of the omega on his shoulders, looking for some balance before he starts running his nose over Taehyung’s face. He starts softly on his neck, then it slides to his chin, then over his jaw, with slow and shy movements. Taehyung just lets him do whatever he needs, even if the new scent surrounding them is getting sweeter, delicious, too tempting.

When Jimin’s nose slowly slides up his left cheek, Taehyung thinks he can even feel the ghost of Jimin’s lips brushing his jaw, the warm breath of the omega against his skin. Their noses touch, softly rubbing against each other, and Taehyung can’t help but smile at the intimate moment they’re sharing, even though Jimin still seems to be too absorbed, maybe in how good his sweet fruity scent smells on the alpha.

Taehyung wonders if Jimin is aware that he’s scenting him, he wonders if the omega would let him do the same. At this point, Taehyung is drenched in peaches, and he’d love for Jimin to smell like him too.

With how close they’ve always been, Jimin has usually slightly smelt like Taehyung in the last couple of years since his own presentation as an alpha, not because Taehyung has purposefully scented him before, but because cuddling and hugging together had that effect on Jimin, who’s barely had a scent until now. It felt so good when it happened, when Jimin went everywhere with his scent on him. 

So he wants to ask him, but maybe an alpha scenting him now would be too much for a newly presented omega.

Jimin’s nose keeps running over his face, soft lips following the path, leaving tiny kisses over his warm cheeks, and before Taehyung can even decide if he wants to ask for permission to do the same, Jimin seems to come back to his senses. The omega looks at him then, with big eyes and rosy cheeks.

“Oh god… Oh god, oh god, I’m stupid, stupid omega…” Jimin is not sitting next to Taehyung on the couch anymore, he’s walking in circles in front of him instead, covering his face with his arms. 

Taehyung follows him with his gaze while Jimin keeps mumbling things he can’t even understand, until he can’t keep seeing his friend like this anymore.

“Hey.” Taehyung’s big hand on the omega’s waist stops Jimin's steps. “You’re not stupid, you did nothing wrong.”

“I- I was scenting you, I don’t know wha-”

“It’s okay.” Taehyung softly removes Jimin’s arms from his face to leave another kiss on his forehead that makes Jimin’s shoulders deflate. “I didn’t mind it, just relax, okay?”

Jimin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“Why don’t you check your phone and watch some TV? I’ll take care of cooking and all, hm?” Taehyung adds with the softest voice.

Jimin nods and sits again on the couch, staring at his closed phone in his hand. 

“I’m sure everything is okay, although you must have hundreds of unread messages at least in our group chat, the boys were really missing you,” Taehyung says when he sees how anxious Jimin is getting at the thought of checking his phone. Then, he loses himself in the kitchen.

When he’s back in the living room area after some minutes to take the empty mugs Hoseok and him had used that morning back to the kitchen, Jimin talks again: “They’re not upset.”

Those words make Taehyung stop, surprised. “What do you mean?”

Jimin clears his throat before answering, visibly embarrassed. “The boys… They don’t… They don’t mind it, that I’m an omega, I mean…”

Taehyung can’t believe Jimin could even think about something like that. “What… What were you expecting?” Taehyung asks him with a chuckle. Jimin shrugs with a pout. “We were all worried about you, when we knew about your late presentation, I think we were all relieved it wasn’t anything serious.”

Taehyung quickly washes the mugs and goes to Jimin’s bedroom. If he remembers anything about his own presentation some years ago, it’s that the room needs ventilation and a change of sheets after such an intense process.

He’s about to enter, though, when he feels someone pulling from his t-shirt. When he turns around, Jimin is looking at him, blushing and alarmed. “W-where are you going?”

“To your room?”

“You can’t enter my room.” Jimin’s cheeks are so pink Taehyung wants to bite them.

“Why not?” He just wants to be helpful. Jimin will be glad to lie down over fresh, clean sheets tonight.

“Taehyung!” Jimin whines. The alpha gets it then, when Jimin looks impossibly embarrassed, and a teasing smile appears on his lips. “Stop teasing, it’s not funny, you can’t make fun of me!”

Jimin seems a little sensitive about the whole being an omega thing, so Taehyung decides not to insist. Maybe the presumably intense scent in Jimin’s bedroom would have made Taehyung have a hard time, but he’s decided to not let this alpha-omega thing change their relationship in the slightest. They’ve always taken care of each other, he doesn’t care about how deliciously good Jimin smells.  

“Okay, bring me your sheets, then, I’ll put them in the washing machine,” he offers instead. 

Maybe it’s still too soon for Jimin.

The next day, when Jimin arrives at the company building, he gets a mix of reactions. Some people, the staff who work closer to them, approach him with genuine interest, wanting to know if he’s already feeling okay. Others keep themselves away, although not enough for Jimin not to listen to them whispering about him.

He takes a deep breath, it’s okay, it’s nothing new anyway. He checks on his phone his short schedule for the day, just a couple of meetings and the last fitting of the clothes he’s using in the tour.

The first meeting is the usual before a tour. He gets to meet the boys again and, although he was feeling kind of anxious because of that - even though Taehyung had already assured him that everything was okay - it is nice to feel he is not treated differently by any of them at least. They share hugs as always and they easily fall for a usual conversation, so Jimin’s omega feels warm and protected, at home.

“Hyung, we missed you!” Jungkook is the first to come closer to him, smashing him between his arms.

“Oof! Kook-ah, it’s only been three days.” Jimin is glad Jungkook doesn't care about his new subgender, that he's not acting weird because of it.

“It's good to see you here, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi pats his shoulder a couple of times when he's finally free from Jungkook’s hug.

“Are you sure you feel good enough? We can manage if you need more rest.” Namjoon's sweet words sound so genuine that Jimin only smiles and assures him that he's already feeling okay. 

“Don't push yourself too much, hm? We still have some days, take it easy.” Seokjin brushes his hair softly before they all take their seats in the meeting room.

From the other side of the big table, Taehyung smiles at him and Jimin feels finally at ease.

The second meeting, though, gets Jimin feeling so anxious that he barely remembers anything about it when he leaves the room. The PR team only wanted to check with him how to proceed with the topic, the possibility of landing the news about his late presentation or simply let it go until people just realized about it.

Jimin didn’t miss the way some of them talked to him, with a kind of condescending tone, as if he suddenly was someone incapable to make his own decisions career-wise now that he’s an omega. 

Of course he was expecting to be treated like this, but maybe not so soon? Maybe not from people who work directly for them? To be honest, Jimin wasn’t even sure if those men were supposed to talk to him like that. Maybe they were, since they were older and alphas .

He hates being an omega so much.

In other circumstances, he’d have the perfect answer for them, he’d been his usual petty self, a kind of attitude he has mastered through the years when he had to face people like this, still polite, of course, but also bold, confident, with sweet passive-aggressiveness. 

But in that room, somehow, he just felt overwhelmed, too many faces, too many eyes on him, too many scents.

Following their advice, he chose for the company to release a little announcement about it, as it’s usually done, and try to keep going with his life as usual.

He doesn’t even pay too much attention to the public reactions once it’s done, being busy with preparing and travelling abroad for the first wing of the tour.

He’s scared, though, because of a lot of things. Is this how the world is gonna treat him now? He assumed what it means to be a male omega in this industry, in this world, and he doesn’t think he’s that wrong.

As the first date of their tour comes closer, he feels more and more anxious. He’s not sure what he is expecting to happen in that concert. People bad-talking about him on social media? Yeah, that happened even way before this little issue. But what if this is way worse?

Now that everyone knows about him being an omega, he shouldn’t even care about the extra curves on his body, maybe they even fit him, but Jimin can’t help but see them as the proof of what he actually is now.

But big alphas in the industry and the public opinion are not the only things that worry him, no. 

Because, not even an hour after leaving his room for the first time as an omega, he found himself scenting Taehyung. 

Him. Scenting. Taehyung.

That’s what usually happens to omegas, right? They’re sensitive to alpha’s scents, especially newly presented omegas like him. And when they’re in front of an alpha that smells as good as Taehyung? Yeah… That’s how everyone sees omegas, being needy and easy , and maybe they’re right. 

Jimin is terrified, he can’t help it. The boys don’t seem to mind it, but what if they’re just pretending? What if Jimin suddenly feels it’s too much to be around so many alphas? What if they end up treating Jimin differently because of his new nature?

What about heats?

“You should relax.” Taehyung’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts. The alpha is now sitting next to him in the private jet the group is using to head to their first stop in the tour, and his comforting pine scent fastly comes to his flaring nose. The alpha must notice that, but he doesn’t say a thing. He simply takes Jimin’s hand in his, and Jimin focuses on the size difference between them. If he thinks about it, maybe it’s not that surprising that he ended up being an omega.

“You okay? You are being pretty silent,” Taehyung murmurs, trying to keep their conversation private, while his thumb leaves soft caresses on the back of Jimin’s hand.

“I’m just tired,” he sighs.

“Hmm.” Taehyung nods, maybe not fully believing his words. “Why don’t you go lie down for a bit? The bed’s empty.”

Jimin thinks he’s right, although his exhaustion is not actually physical, but mental. Taehyung follows him to the back of the plane where there’s a double bed. He stares at him while Jimin lies on it and fixes the pillow under his head, pleasantly sighing when he finally finds the right position, feeling his body relax. Maybe he is physically tired too. Being an omega sucks.

Once he is comfortable on the bed, Taehyung is about to turn around to leave when Jimin feels the need to say something to stop him.

“Stay?” he says, almost pleading.

“Hmm?” The alpha looks at him, kind of surprised. Jimin doesn’t blame him, he is also surprised. But they usually do this, right? Cuddles are their thing, and no stupid subgender is about to take this away from Jimin - if his omega wolf is suddenly excited at the idea, well, this is how it is.

“Cuddles?” He tries, feeling shy. Taehyung stares at him for a few seconds. Jimin thinks he’s about to ask him if he’s sure, or even reject him, and he hates this feeling, but he also understands him. Maybe he’s been too naive thinking nothing would change between them. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, though…”

Maybe it’s the hurt in Jimin’s voice what makes Taehyung move and join him on the bed. “Of course I want to, come here.”

Jimin is fast to obey and comes closer to him as Taehyung lays next to him. This is the happiest his inner wolf has been, ever. If Jimin could only slightly feel him in the past, now it’s fully present in him. And although his omega has been pretty anxious in the last couple of days, it’s with Taehyung that he feels comforted, happier, the same way it has always been for Jimin with Taehyung.

When Jimin is placing his head over Taehyung’s chest, a fast thought crosses his mind. This is him being the needy omega he’s supposed to be, right? He’s disgusted, just for a second, although he buries his face in the alpha’s big chest anyway. Then, the pine scent surrounds him again, and it’s comforting, relaxing. 

This is how they’ve always been, right? Even before they both presented. 

A part of him is scared Taehyung may think that about him, though, but then he feels the alpha softly sniffing out his hair, and his body, pressed against Jimin’s, also relaxes after that. Although Taehyung doesn’t say a thing, Jimin’s cheeks get warm at the thought of his own omega scent being comforting for the alpha too.

Rehearsals are… more exhausting than Jimin thought.

“Jimin, you should sit and rest for a few minutes at least.” Namjoon’s words just make the knot on Jimin’s stomach get tighter.

“I don’t need it, hyung, really.” There’s no way he’s gonna rest in the middle of a rehearsal like a weak omega. Any of the boys add anything after that, although Jimin can feel their doubtful stares on him.

The thing is, Jimin should know better at this point and listen to his body, because he actually needed a little break. But maybe it’s too late to ask for it when he starts feeling kind of dizzy and, not even a few seconds later, he’s falling to the ground, again.

Before his back can hit the stage floor, though, big arms are wrapped around him, an intense pine scent surrounds him and, suddenly, not even his feet are touching the floor anymore. 

“Enough, you’re taking a break.”

Taehyung brings him backstage holding him in a bridal style. How embarrassing, Jimin thinks. Taehyung is not even short of breath when he leaves Jimin over the little couch, making Jimin jealous about how strong alphas seem to be.

“Are you okay?” It seems to be the only thing Taehyung is asking him lately. Jimin is… tired, again. He sighs and rolls his eyes as an answer.

Taehyung doesn’t seem to be bothered by the petty attitude of the omega, though, and he sits next to him on the couch with a soft smile. “Come here.”

Jimin looks at him, not understanding what he is expecting exactly. The alpha takes his hand then and makes him lie on the couch, placing his head on his lap. Before he can say a thing, Taehyung’s long fingers are massaging his scalp and he’s glad to feel surrounded by the delicious pine scent again. Why is it so intense lately? Is this how Taehyung’s scent really is now that he can get it as an omega? The mix of both gets Jimin closing his eyes and actually relaxing.

“It’s okay to take breaks if you need them, you know it, you could hurt yourself.” Taehyung’s voice is not louder than a whisper. Jimin doesn’t know what to answer, he is right. He knows it, but he doesn’t want to be seen as someone weak. He is not.

“I hate being an omega,” he answers, that could be a good summary of all his problems lately.

Taehyung’s fingers stop at his little confession, just for a few seconds, but enough to make Jimin feel nervous, maybe he shouldn’t have said that out loud.

“Do you think you’re tired because you’re an omega?”

Jimin opens his eyes then, Taehyung doesn’t look mad or disappointed, he looks at him with so much tenderness Jimin feels something in his stomach.

“I’m not strong as an alpha.”

Taehyung chuckles. “You’re not, but you’re not weak either, Jimin. You’re tired because you just presented not even a week ago.”

That makes Jimin pout. He desperately wants to believe those words, though.

“Give yourself some credit, you’re still the Park Jimin,” a teasing smile appears on Taehyung’s face.

Jimin wants to refute that, because now he’s the omega Park Jimin, he supposes, but Taehyung’s smile makes him feel something in his stomach. Instead, he slightly turns around to hide his face on Taehyung’s tummy. It’s comforting, it smells nice. “I like your scent, it's been so intense lately…” he murmurs with a sigh, barely thinking about the words leaving his mouth.

“You think so?”

Jimin nods, brushing his nose against Taehyung’s sweated t-shirt.

“Omegas have a better sense of smell, that might be the reason.”

“Hmm… I think I can get the other’s scents better now too, but yours… I don’t know, it’s different.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know…” Jimin’s nose flares, trying to catch every note of it. “It’s richer, not just the pine, but I can also feel red fruits, cinnamon… It’s… tasty, comforting, it’s like it fills me.” Silence fills the room for a few seconds. When Jimin is aware of what he’s just said, he clears his throat. “I’m sorry.”

He thinks Taehyung might feel weird after that, but when he looks up, looking for the alpha’s face, he’s just staring at him adoringly. 

“Do you feel better?” The alpha asks him. Jimin nods. “We should go back then.”

It’s the day before the first concert of the tour, and Jimin has been practicing for most of the day. Unfortunately, his body can’t keep going on. He’s not sure how he ended up sitting in the practice room looking at Taehyung dancing, though. 

He’s not even rehearsing anymore, he’s just playing music and dancing some… daring choreos, making good use of the limitless energy alphas seem to have. 

Maybe his movements are not that daring, maybe it’s just Taehyung. He’d been getting bigger and bigger even before presenting as an alpha, but Jimin wonders if it’s his omega who suddenly is making him see Taehyung like this. 

Jimin has always felt attracted to him, Taehyung has always been the most handsome man for Jimin and yet he can’t take his eyes off of him now. He used to control himself better in these situations.

Maybe it’s the choreo, maybe it’s the tank top that leaves his big and firm biceps bare, golden and sweaty skin calling Jimin to come closer and press his nose against it, to even have a taste of it. Or maybe it’s the way the top is pressed against the big chest of the alpha. Jimin wonders how it’d feel to take it off slowly, to slide his hands over the firm pecs he senses beneath the black clothing.

It doesn’t get better for his sanity when his eyes go a little down on Taehyung’s body. The alpha has been wearing those gray sweatpants lately. He must love how he looks with them and Jimin… Jimin absolutely gets it. As if someone like Taehyung needed to wear this kind of pants to look like a whole meal, though… It’s a classic, all men look hot with them and yet no one comes even close to Taehyung, but maybe not all men have what Taehyung has.

Jimin is sure about that when the alpha thrusts his hips following the beat of the song and Jimin feels sweat running down his neck. Is Taehyung going commando?

“Jimin?” Taehyung has stopped dancing. Jimin is not sure when. The alpha is staring at him, nose flaring, and Jimin realizes then that he’s feeling something wet and sticky between his ass cheeks. He can’t be leaking now. He can’t. This can’t be happening to him in front of Taehyung. He feels his cheeks burn and he only wants to die from embarrassment.

Taehyung is not moving, his face doesn’t even show disgust or anything, but Jimin needs to get the fuck out of this room. 

He stands up, wishing for his black jeans not to be stained, and starts walking quickly to the door, trying to hide his red cheeks and not even giving a last glance to Taehyung.

He can’t even reach for the doorknob, though, before Taehyung’s big arm is wrapping around his waist, stopping him before he gets to leave.

“You can’t leave like this,” the alpha says pressed against his back.

“Taehy-”

“Your scent is…” The alpha clears his throat. “It’s not safe for you to leave alone right now.”

Jimin sighs in defeat. He covers his face with his hands again, feeling truly embarrassed right now. “I’m sorry,” it’s the only thing he gets to say.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Jimin.” Taehyung removes his arm from Jimin’s waist and adds a little space between them. Jimin feels like whining, already missing the alpha’s touch.

“I keep embarrassing myself in front of you.” Jimin feels at the verge of crying.

The alpha turns him around and warm lips are pressed then against Jimin’s forehead in a kiss longer than usual. “Don’t worry about that, okay?” Taehyung softly murmurs. 

Jimin doesn’t understand what he has done to deserve someone like Taehyung in his life. The alpha takes his hand again, intertwining their fingers and bringing his hand up to his mouth to press another kiss. “Let me take my hoodie and we can go back to the hotel, hm?” 

Walking back the couple of streets between the practice room they’ve hired and the hotel is uncomfortable, feeling all wet down there. Jimin thinks he’s caught Taehyung’s nose flaring and the alpha gulping hard now and then. Even though Jimin doesn’t notice his scent being different, the truth is that some alphas on the street stop to stare at him, not for long, as Taehyung brings him closer by the arm he has around his shoulders and looks at them in a not-so-friendly way. 

Maybe Taehyung was right. Jimin hates it.

Taehyung takes him to his room’s door. Jimin is sad that they don’t share rooms anymore, although in any other circumstances Jimin would invite Taehyung to come in and they’d watch some movies before going to sleep, Taehyung probably next to him. 

But he can’t do that now. He should take a shower instead, since he can still feel the slick sticky on his ass cheeks, and Taehyung… maybe needs some time alone, since he’s been trying to hide the mild tent on his pants with his hoodie for a while.

What Jimin actually wants to do, though, is drag him into his room and climb him like a tree.

“It’s… not easy if you keep looking at me like that, you know.” Taehyung interrupts his thoughts, and it’s then when Jimin realizes he’s been staring at the alpha.

He doesn’t know for how long they’ve been standing next to Jimin’s room’s door. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

“It’s okay, just have some rest, hm? Text me if you need anything.”

Jimin is not sure that he can tell Taehyung what he really needs from him right now. They’re just friends, after all. He nods, but Taehyung is not moving. His deep stare is still focused on Jimin, and maybe it’s because of his needy omega, but he’s not good pretending he doesn’t want Taehyung anymore.

The alpha comes closer then, the warm palm of his hand cupping Jimin’s cheek. “Jimin?”

Being this close again, with the pine scent surrounding him, Jimin can’t take it anymore. “I’m… I’m sorry,” he whispers before standing on his tiptoes, wrapping his fingers around Taehyung’s big biceps, and finally kissing Taehyung.

Jimin doesn’t know if he was expecting the alpha to stop him, or maybe to not even let Jimin close enough to bring their lips together, but it’s not like that. Taehyung’s hand is fast to bring Jimin even closer by the small of his back, pressing their bodies impossibly closer.

Tasting Taehyung’s lips, finally, is way better than what Jimin expected, so much that, when they finally stop to catch their breaths, Jimin knows he’s supposed to say something, to make clear at least that this is not - only - his needy omega acting up. 

This is actually Jimin acting on the feelings he has always had for Taehyung. But words don’t seem to come up to his mouth, he only wants more of him.

Jimin turns around to open the door of his room, feeling Taehyung’s stare on his back. When he turns around again to face the alpha, he realizes Taehyung is waiting for his next movement, disappearing behind his room’s door, alone, or… 

Jimin grabs the front of Taehyung’s tank top then, pulling him inside the room. He follows the omega easily, with a deep stare burning Jimin’s skin under his clothes, until Jimin closes the door with his own back pressed on it.

He pulls Taehyung closer then, and the image of the alpha biting his lower lip while he towers over him has the omega whining.

The second kiss is way more intense than the first one. It’s delicious, Jimin thinks, the feeling of having his body pressed between the door and Taehyung’s firm body.

His hand is no longer grabbing the black garment, it’s now open, palm pressed against Taehyung’s tummy and slowly going up, getting a nice feeling of the alpha’s body over the damn tank top.

But it’s not enough. He opens his legs, making room for Taehyung to come even closer, and he does so. Jimin wraps his fingers again on the alpha’s arms - or he tries to - and he slides them over big muscles until reaching his neck, where his fingers thread through black and thick hair.

Jimin feels desperate, as if now that he has finally let himself succumb to the temptation Kim Taehyung is, he can’t stop, he can’t get enough. 

It’s the alpha who stops them, though.

“Min-ah, baby, wait,” he says, catching his breath.

Jimin feels instantly embarrassed. How could he think this was a good idea? He can still feel his sticky ass cheeks, he was supposed to try to not be so needy with Taehyung, and that’s exactly what he’s doing, and he hates it.

“Hey, breathe…” Taehyung reminds him, soft thumb caressing his cheek.

“I’m sorry…” Jimin repeats again in a whisper, feeling tired of himself. “I can’t… I’m sorry, Taehyung, I’m sorry, I thought you wanted it too.” Tears are fastly wetting his eyes and he covers his face with his arms. “My stupid omega keeps confusing me.” He’s been a mess with Taehyung since his presentation.

“Hey, stop talking like that, you’re not confused, I clearly want this too…” Taehyung softly removes Jimin’s arms from his face. When their eyes meet again, Taehyung slowly downs his gaze to his own crotch area, where Jimin can still clearly see a big tent in the gray sweatpants. His cheeks feel warm at the sight, maybe fully realizing that this reaction on Taehyung’s body is because of him.

The alpha keeps caressing his cheek, his neck, trying to comfort him. “You need to relax with the whole being an omega thing. I promise you there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Jimin doesn’t exactly agree with that, something Taehyung must understand just reading his face. “You’re still you. Your body had just gone through some changes and that’s why you feel tired but that’s it. People will love you the same. I can’t promise you no one is going to treat you differently, but… nothing’s gonna change with the people who love you.”

Jimin sighs, he really wants to believe Taehyung’s words. That’s what matters, right? Not what random people think about him, but people who're close to him.

“I do promise you, though, that you’re not gonna be tired forever or feeling so out of control. Just don’t… Don’t forget you’re not alone, hm?” Taehyung softly takes his hand and brings it to his lips to leave a tender kiss there.

“It’s not just the tiredness, I also feel…” Jimin is not sure if he should end the sentence, but Taehyung looks at him, giving him time. “I feel… that I can’t get enough of you, that I can’t be close enough to you, I need you and your pine scent… I feel needy, all the time, when I’m around you, Taehyung.”

Taehyung stares at him for a few seconds, maybe thinking about what he should exactly answer. “Do you feel like this about me only now that you’re an omega?”

The question surprises Jimin, he wasn’t thinking about confessing his feelings, the ones he’s had since before they presented. His silence seems to be enough for Taehyung, judging by the sudden softness in his expression. But it’s obvious at this point, right?

“I don’t,” he confesses anyway. Taehyung deserves that.

“Good,” the alpha nods. Jimin feels his heart beating like crazy, waiting for the rejection that’s about to come, “because I’ve also felt like this since way before I presented as an alpha.”

Surprise is all over Jimin’s face, suddenly. “D-do you?”

Taehyung nods again, this time with a shy smile. “Stop blaming your omega for everything. I promise you there’s nothing wrong with it.” He comes closer and leaves a kiss on Jimin’s forehead this time. “I’m in love with you, Jimin, I’ve been for a while. I just wanted to be clear about that before we-”

“I’m in love with you too.” Jimin’s abrupt answer doesn’t let Taehyung finish the sentence. Instead, the alpha smiles at him and Jimin doesn’t wait to bring him closer so their lips meet once again, this time in a short and tender kiss.

“When you presented as an omega, I don’t know how to explain this but it just felt right for me. We might have some things against us in our lives, but this…” Taehyung’s hands start roaming over Jimin’s skin under his hoodie. Their faces are still so close that their noses are brushing softly. “This makes sense, somehow.”

How absurd it all has been, Jimin realizes now, all the worry and distress about him being an omega, when Taehyung is right, this actually makes sense somehow. He may still have some worries about the industry, the fans and the world, but right now, when he’s between Taehyung’s arms, it actually feels the right thing to be. 

He wouldn’t change it for anything, when he feels Taehyung’s lips roaming over his neck, and everything clicks, Taehyung and Jimin. “You’re perfect, you’ve always been, you don’t need to worry about this…” the alpha murmurs against his hot skin.

It’s impossible for Jimin not to love the new curves on his body now that they’re fully covered by Taehyung’s big hands, hot and firm against his skin. They slide over his torso, slowly taking off the big hoodie he’s been wearing. 

He does the same for Taehyung, softly grabbing the hem of his tank top and pulling it up over his head. When the garment is off, Jimin’s hands are back to Taehyung’s body, sliding over his thick neck, then down over his firm, bare chest. His nose is fast to be pressed against the alpha’s neck, his lips leaving tiny pecks over the skin. 

His new fruity scent, especially sweet because of his slick, it’s just perfect when it’s mixed with the cool pine scent of Taehyung. It’s not a problem anymore, when he’s lying over his bed under the only alpha he wants to perceive the tempting aroma.

Taehyung’s lips leave wet kisses over his chest, and Jimin sighs, feeling the path of warm lips getting lower on his body, until they’re focused on his hips.

“I’d wish you’d come to me, you know?” Taehyung murmurs between kisses.

“Huh?” Jimin can’t focus, having Taehyung’s mouth on him, lips tracing the skin over the waistband of his jeans.

“When you started noticing… the changes in your body. That was what happened to you last week, right?”

Jimin nods while his hand caresses Taehyung’s scalp.

“You’re still the prettiest, your body is strong and firm, so sexy…” Taehyung says against his skin, almost devotedly.

A soft chuckle leaves Jimin’s mouth at that, he can’t believe how easy it is for Taehyung to make him feel this good, to make him forget about all his worries. 

“I was so worried about you…” the alpha adds.

Jimin pulls the alpha up so he can easily look at him in the eyes, bringing him closer until their noses are almost touching. “I’m sorry,” Jimin says again. He never wanted to worry him. He leaves a little peck on the alpha’s mouth after that, followed by more kisses, slower and wetter. He lets Taehyung’s tongue in his mouth, he lets the alpha bite his lower lip, he lets his long fingers finally slide under the waistband.

“We have a concert tomorrow,” Taehyung looks at him, waiting for an okay to keep going.

“I don’t care.” Jimin raises his hips to help Taehyung remove his jeans. The alpha takes them down along with his underwear, until Jimin is lying completely naked under Taehyung.

The alpha’s eyes are focused on him, on his body, as if he can’t believe he finally has Jimin like this, and Jimin feels like squirming, especially when he feels the alpha’s nose sliding over his chest again, slowly, followed by the soft touch of his lips. “You’re not just the prettiest now, you also smell so fucking good, it’s driving me crazy.”

Jimin feels like that too. “I’m good for you?” he murmurs, letting a little of his insecurities show off.

“You’re perfect for me, Min-ah, you’ve always been.”

He properly welcomes Taehyung between his legs again, and he’s not even aware of the moment they start slowly grinding against each other while Taehyung bites and sucks the delicate skin of his neck.

The slow make out has Jimin getting impatient, though. His cheeks burn when he’s aware of how wet he is getting, feeling kind of embarrassed. But Taehyung is far from disgusted. Actually, he doesn’t lose the opportunity now, when one of his hands runs up the back of Jimin’s thigh until it reaches the low of his ass cheeks, soaked at this point. 

Taehyung’s groan while he lets the slick coat his fingers has Jimin whining, desperate, but it’s nothing compared to what the alpha’s next movement does to him.

Jimin’s breath hitches when he feels Taehyung’s fingers teasing his hole, then leaving his body and reaching the alpha’s mouth.

“Taehyung,” he whines, but he can’t take his eyes off him, busy savouring Jimin, licking his own fingers clean. 

“You’re delicious.”

Their next kiss lets Jimin have a taste of himself from Taehyung’s mouth. When the alpha’s lips move from his mouth to his neck to start scenting him, Jimin can even feel the cinnamon of Taehyung’s scent in his mouth too, and the pine scent sticking to his skin. 

Jimin’s hands roam over the alpha’s back while Taehyung’s nose and lips keep running over his neck and his collarbones, leaving sloppy kisses and bites. They should worry about leaving marks, but at this point Jimin only hopes the makeup will be enough tomorrow.

When Jimin’s little fingers reach the waistband of Taehyung’s pants, he doesn’t hesitate to slide them mischievously under them, hoping to find the cotton clothing of his underwear. Instead, they feel the warm skin of Taehyung’s ass cheeks, making the alpha growl.

Jimin chuckles. “I knew you weren’t wearing underwear.”

Taehyung comes out of his neck with a pout. “It’s comfortable.”

“It’s impossible you’re comfortable dancing with that between your legs and no underwear,” Jimin giggles.

“You seemed to enjoy the view, though.” 

Taehyung looks at him raising an eyebrow and, oh, Jimin loves when Taehyung teases him like this. He feels his cheeks getting warmer, though.

“You were teasing me…” he whines, pouting a little and trying to look cute for Taehyung.

“Hmm… You’re so easy to tease, though.” 

Taehyung keeps kissing his neck and Jimin lets him, giving him space enough to do so and sighing, pleased. “Not fair…”

It’s Taehyung who finally takes off his own sweatpants, even though Jimin follows every movement from his place in the center of the bed. He’s focused on how big hands reach the waistband of the gray sweatpants, already stained and hiding a clearly hard cock at his point, and how they go slowly down until Taehyung is fully naked.

Jimin licks his lips when it’s finally free, popping up, all red, wet and long. He wonders if he’d be able to take it in his mouth, if it’s something Taehyung would want. Would the alpha let him at least lick the precum from the tip, trace some of its veins with his tongue?

Of course Jimin’s own body reacts to the delicious image in front of him, to the thoughts that fastly come to his mind. He feels his mouth watering, a gush of slick wettering the sheets under him.

Taehyung’s nose flares, catching a sniff of it, and smiles knowingly. Jimin is glad Taehyung lets him properly have a taste of his body, not leaving a single centimeter to discover with his mouth, with his hands, until the alpha is sighing under him, bucking his hips up, cock twitching in Jimin’s mouth.

It shouldn’t be that easy for Taehyung to slide into Jimin after just a little preparation. Jimin wasn’t expecting it to feel that good so soon, but Taehyung’s fingers must be perfect to have him ready. With Taehyung’s size, he was expecting it to be way worse, at least at first. Instead, it’s mouthwatering, the way Taehyung thrust finally into him. 

The alpha keeps his pace slow, making Jimin whine, desperate. He’s so overwhelmed he can’t even properly kiss him, they’re just breathing in each other’s mouths. 

Maybe it’s a good thing after all, being an omega, if he can take Taehyung this well, if it feels so delicious, so good, so perfect. There’s no way to know if it’d be any different if their subgenders were different, though. Maybe it feels the best Jimin has ever felt just because it’s them. Jimin and Taehyung.

“I fucking love you… You feel so good, Min-ah.”

But Jimin barely can talk, Taehyung’s slow thrusts are driving him crazy. “G-good?” Oh, the way his heart seems to skip a beat knowing this also feels good for Taehyung.

“Hmm… so good,” Taehyung says against Jimin’s lips. “Is it… to you?”

Jimin furiously nods. “It’s perfect…”

“Perfect?” Taehyung chuckles. Jimin feels the hot breath of Taehyung hit his neck while he nods. His mouth is too busy moaning while Taehyung’s hands roam over his body, big against his waist, firm against his thighs, tender holding his own hands.

“You are…” the alpha whispers, “it’s you who’s perfect, my perfect omega…”

Jimin lets the words sink in, maybe not the literal message, but the meaning underneath. There’s nothing wrong with him, there’s nothing wrong with being a male omega. 

Taehyung’s thrusts are so slow that it feels like Jimin is just cock-warming him, and he wonders if it’s something Taehyung would like to do with him. With warm cheeks, his mouth looks for Taehyung’s, brushing their noses and asking for a kiss. “Even if I’m needy?,” he murmurs with a shy smile against the alpha’s lips.

Taehyung kisses him slowly. It’s long, so wet it’s even dirty. Jimin loves it.

“I can be needy too, you don’t know how much I’ve yearned for you all these years…” Taehyung chuckles after that, but Jimin looks at him with bright eyes. “Also… Can’t you see how you have me? Just a little sniff of your slick and you have me on my knees…”

Jimin smiles, thinking about Taehyung’s hard-on on their way back to the hotel and how he’s now inside of him.

“I love you,” Jimin answers before kissing him again. “But please, make me come, Taehyung, this is too much,” he whines.

Taehyung’s slow thrusts feel good, really good, especially because of how deep he can feel his cock inside of him. But it’s when the alpha starts to speed up his pace a little when Jimin feels it, the hard cock of the alpha reaching his most sensitive spot.

The change of pace must feel good for Taehyung too, since, in a few seconds, both of them fill the room with louder moans now. Maybe Jimin even leaves some more marks on Taehyung’s body when he tries to get a hold of his shoulders when the alpha’s thrusts become faster and harder.

Taehyung’s moans and fast breathing feels so good on his neck, and the alpha’s toned abdomen brushes so well against his hard cock, trapped between their bodies, that Jimin feels himself reaching his release sooner than he was expecting, moaning Taehyng’s name again and again.

Taehyung doesn’t stop, though, helping Jimin ride his orgasm and running behind his own at the same time. Jimin takes it all despite the overstimulation. He whines under Taehyung while the alpha moans over him, “please, Min-ah, ah, please…” until he fills the condom a few minutes later, the warm cock twitching and coming inside of him makes Jimin moan too.

Yeah, Jimin and his omega can get used to this.

Army screams loudly just some meters away from where Jimin is having his makeup done backstage. He tries to take deep breaths and relax. Of course a big weight on his shoulders was lifted yesterday with Taehyung. But facing their fans for the first time after the news is a big step that has Jimin feeling a constant knot in his stomach.

He focuses on breathing in, then breathing out, trying to ignore the fast beating of his heart, the constant need of throwing up.

Having at least four hands on his face is not helping. But he breathes in, then breathes out, trying to relax. He really doesn’t want to interrupt the work of the makeup artists, especially because they’ve just kindly helped him cover some marks on his neck without making any question or throwing a bad glance at him.

He breathes in, then breathes out, but the tight red top he’s wearing is not helping either.

He breathes in, then breathes out, but he feels his lungs are not being filled enough. Breathes in, then breathes out, but it’s not enough.

The makeup artists stop fixing his makeup as soon as Jimin abruptly stands up from the chair and runs to the bathroom under their worried - and surprised - stares.

When Jimin is able to look up from the toilet, Taehyung is already there. 

“Ugh,” he sighs, embarrassed that Taehyung got to see him like this.

The alpha comes closer and offers him a bottle of water. “You need to relax.”

It’s not exactly pity what Jimin finds on Taehyung’s face, maybe understanding.

Jimin nods, because Taehyung is right. But the only thing he needs right now is for this concert to go smoothly, maybe then he'll get rid of the anxiety that’s eating him from the inside.

Taehyung observes him while Jimin washes his teeth. Then, he comes closer to the omega when he’s drinking some water to brush a blonde lock out from his face in a soft gesture. “We’ll be there with you, hm?” Jimin nods and lets his body relax against Taehyung’s in a hug, trying to feel safe on the alpha’s neck. “I promise you it’ll be alright.”

“I hope so,” the omega murmurs against Taehyung's warm skin.

“Can I try something?” Taehyung softly moves Jimin so he's out of his hiding spot on his neck.

Jimin nods and his breath hitches a little when he feels Taehyung leaning in.

It's not that they didn't share a fair amount of kisses last night, but they are still kind of new for them.

They are alone in the tiny bathroom backstage, but anyone could open the door and see them. They'd have to give a lot of explanations if that happened and they haven’t had that conversation yet.

But Taehyung’s lips don’t look for his own, even though they are really close, so much that Jimin instinctively closes his eyes, maybe feeling the ghost of all the kisses they shared last night.

The soft and short ones, but also those longer and wetter.

Jimin shouldn’t, he's not supposed to distract himself like this just before a concert.

Taehyung is not kissing him, but suddenly he feels the cool pine scent surrounding them. For anyone else, it could feel even suffocating in this tiny space. For Jimin, it's the most pleasant feeling.

He needs a few seconds to realize what Taehyung is doing, softly sliding his nose and lips over his neck, his cheeks… 

Taehyung is drenching him in his scent, almost as if he was marking his territory. The thought makes Jimin feel funny in his tummy. He's his , his alpha is claiming him .

The usual effects of Taehyung's scent are there too. Jimin feels calmer, not so anxious. This time, though, now that Taehyung is finally scenting him properly, Jimin feels much more than that. He feels protected, safe.

He can’t help but wonder then, while they’re trapped in the little bathroom, with thousands of people screaming for them at the other side of the door, what were the chances to present as an omega this late, but having already an alpha like Taehyung by his side, his alpha .

Somehow, Taehyung makes him feel the luckiest too.

The concert goes smoothly. Jimin knew, deep down, that hate doesn’t usually reach them in moments like this, when they’re on stage in front of thousands of people. But he’s glad anyway, when they start with the first song and everything is okay. And then the second, and the third, and so on, until the time for the ending ments come, and Jimin has to talk about how glad he is to be back on the stage, to get to feel army’s love. 

He even gets emotional because of how sincere those words are, especially today. When all he gets in return is people cheering his name, he thinks he’s never been so glad to receive army’s love. Maybe Taehyung was right in this too, and army won’t care much about his real subgender.

Some hours later, when they’re back in the hotel and he is sharing his bed again with Taehyung, he can finally feel free from a big part of the weight he’s been carrying on his shoulders for the last few days. Of course it won’t be easy, but he has the boys, Taehyung and army on his side, and that’s all he can ask for.