Against the Script

Chapter Twenty-Two: Pleasurable Fuel for the Burning

Jungkook:

Jungkook's mind felt like it was trying to race through jello. He looked at Jaenam. The smaller man had a much more typical body shape for an omega. Petite, several inches shorter than Jimin, thin, waft-like, submissive. His small hand led Jungkook, his omega scent washing over him comfortingly.

His gentleness reminded him of his fathers, especially Jin—and suddenly he missed home and felt lonely, and gripped the hand of the small omega more tightly. Jaenam smiled at him encouragingly and led him into Jimin's trailer.

Jungkook sat on the couch, feeling confused and—hot. "What is happening? That scene, I—" He flushed, confused, different feelings he didn't understand flushing through him: shame, sorrow... desire... He realized Jimin's scent surrounded him in the trailer, and he wasn't the only one. The scents of Yoongi and Jaenam, Manok and Jiwoo, and others, were there: camera crew, makeup, costume. Jungkook's brain knew the scent of every person on the set, and as he caught the scents in Jimin's trailer, his hormonal brain flushed with thoughts of Jimin fucking each one in turn.

And here I wait, thought Jungkook, more confused than ever. His dick strained, he wanted it. He wanted to be someone that had been fucked by Park Jimin. I don't fucking care anymore.

Jaenam sunk down next to him on the couch, put a hand on his reassuringly. "They will be done soon," he purred, "this is your first heat, right?"

Jungkook's doe eyes were wide and he nodded wordlessly.

"If you want to talk about how you are feeling, or ask me anything, I've been through countless ones by now," Jaenam said, his hand still on Jungkook's, squeezing kindly.

Jungkook looked into the sweet face of the small omega.

"Do you—" he gulped, "do you want to kiss?" he whispered, awkward but horny—and touched by the sweet omega.

Jaenam giggled, and slid a small hand onto Jungkook's neck, and climbed on top of him, his face hovering inches from Jungkook's, eyes locked with him. Jungkook's heart pounded at the feel and weight of the small man on top of him. Jaenam smiled, a slow smile that snuck across his face, and dipped to press lips to Jungkook's, his scent enveloping him like a warm blanket. Jungkook felt flushed, hot, and grabbed Jaenam, and teased with an insistent tongue at the omegas teeth. Jaenam's scent was surprised, but he parted his lips and let Jungkook's tongue dominate his mouth, his own tongue teasing with a surprised sweetness.

After kissing for a minute, Jaenam broke from the kiss, gasping and laughing.

"I see why he fell in love with you," Jaenam said, climbing off Jungkook's lap shakily, pushing down his hardening penis through his pants.

"What do you mean?" the clueless, wide-eyed omega asked.

Jaenam shook his head. "I—" He looked at Jungkook with an unreadable expression, eyes lingered on his lips before flashing back to his face. "I better go check on Jimin." he said. "You are flushing, you are flushing out right now," he said, and now Jungkook could perceive the desire in his expression, in the way he licked his lips. "You—I'm... going to go get Jimin." He swallowed and backed out of the trailer.

Jungkook was left alone to fully reflect on how he was feeling. He felt hot, flushed. He stood up to look in the mirror: his skin glowed red-gold, his eyes were bloodshot, there was a sheen of sweat over him.

Fuck, I feel hot, Jungkook thought and found himself throwing off his shirt. Where is Jimin? He was desperately lonely and scared suddenly, another wave of heat flushed through him. He said he would be here. He said he would be with me.