Against the Script

Chapter Twenty-Two: Pleasurable Fuel for the Burning

He thought of Jimin... his scent, his body, the way he smiled, the way his scent rose protectively around Jungkook... the tattoo scrawled across his ribs... the way his fingers flicked Jungkook's piercings... the way his tongue snaked out... into Jungkook's mouth, around his nipples... around his dick...

When Jaenam walked back into the trailer, Jungkook was stroking himself, face bright red. He locked eyes with Jaenam and whined, face desperate, and shoved his dick back into his pants, face flushing again.

"Jiminie, he's—" Jaenam glanced out of the trailer nervously,"—he's almost here."

Jungkook felt another wave of heat move through him, and the desperation seemed to twist his gut, twisting, hurting. "Shit," he whined, "what's happening?" he said, face pained.

Jaenam could see on his face, in the edge of his whine, in how he clutched his stomach, that he was starting to hurt, and he rushed to the virginal omega and wrapped arms around him. Jungkook felt partially like a small child, and partially like a sex-crazed beast. Jaenam's scent might have been omega, but he was caring and compassionate and he—he was there.

Jungkook grabbed the small omega around the waist, eyes locked into his and burning suddenly. Another wave of heat passed through his body and he pulled Jaenam closer.

Jaenam swallowed, unable to break his eyes from Jungkook's. The hormonal student groaned, another wave passed through him, and he lowered trembling lips to Jaenam's neck.

"Jungkook-ah," the assistant gasped, "I'm sure you wouldn't be doing this if you weren't in heat, please..." But it echoed off a dense wall of desire that surrounded Jungkook and all his words and actions.

But with a bang, another scent filled the room and Jungkook's hands dropped off Jaenam, immediately turning to a sweaty, tear-streaked, emotional Park Jimin, scent filling the entire dressing room, as he narrowed his eyes and nearly growled...

Jungkook realized he growled at Jaenam, his assistant and lover of many years, and Jaenam seemed to understand him better than Jungkook, who felt dumbfounded and watched in slow motion as Jaenam submissively withdrew from the trailer under Jimin's glare.

Suddenly, Jimin's eyes were glaring at him; Jimin was growling at him.

"You couldn't wait for me for five minutes? You have to come onto Jaenam?" Jimin kicked off his shoes and took off his jacket, angry, looking deranged.

Jungkook was confused and hot, and his brain felt like jello. Jimin was supposed to come and make him feel better, but he was just yelling at him. For—for... his eyes narrowed and he looked at Jimin, focusing extra hard to make the words come out.

"You—you fuck Jaenam every fucking day Park Jimin," Jungkook yelled, pissed, scent wounded.

Another wave of heat moved over him. Jimin's scent, his jealousy, his possessiveness, it translated as hot to his hormonal brain. Jungkook's eyes met his, and he wanted him, he wanted him. The desire peaked into knots. He clutched his stomach and moaned...

Jimin:

Jungkook stood there, once again almost undressed, jeans unbuttoned, skin glowing red, cheeks flushed and damp, boner straining the front of his pants, and Jimin watched him shiver, his scent peaked, and Jungkook moaned and locked eyes with him.

"Ouch," he whispered, tears coming to his eyes, and suddenly all Jimin wanted was to protect him, to keep him safe.

As if they communicated through their locked eyes, both guys moved swiftly to grab each other roughly in the middle of Jimin's trailer. Jungkook's skin burned with fever, his eyes were bloodshot and glassy, his scent was... tangible and it was undressing Jimin with its fingers.