Against the Script

Chapter Twenty-Three: Platonic Intimacy

Jimin:

Jimin held the hand of the blushing omega. They had shoved shoes on, but not laced them; and when they went, they shuffled, slightly, out to the car service.

Jaenam stood there, nervous and uncertain.

"I'm taking the car to Jungkook's," Jimin said pointedly to Jaenam, still with a hard edge on his voice that his assistant didn't deserve.

"It's okay," Yoongi piped up, "I can drive you home, Jaenam." The two omegas locked eyes and smiled at each other. Jimin raised an eyebrow at the exchange, but quickly refocused on Jungkook, fingers meek and trembling inside his.

"Let's go, love," he said, words spilling from his lips, in front of everyone, the surrounding cast and crew in various degrees surprised, oblivious, and touched to hear the four letter word coming from the notorious playboy. Jimin blushed, and helped Jungkook into the car.

"Go to Jungkook's," he called to the driver, and settled back in his seat, the young omega curling up on the seat next to him, under his arm, under his chin, snuggling in sweetly, scent amazing.

Jimin's mind raced.

"Jungkook-ah, listen, when the next wave comes, I want to show you something."

"Okay, what do you want to show me?" Jungkook asked, trustingly and adoringly. Jimin smiled, his heart raced with affection.

"Listen, I want to show you how you could have a friend... a platonic friend, or a family member, help you if you were in heat, okay?"

"Okay, Jimin-ah," said the omega trustingly.

"That means no sex, Jungkook-ah." Jimin said, realizing he needed to be direct with the autistic young writer, "or even kissing."

"What, no kissing? Come on!" whined Jungkook, squirming in Jimin's arms and already starting to make up for the future deprivation by kissing his neck, now, while he had the chance.

Jimin chuckled. "Jungkook-ah, you said you wanted to know how to get through your heat without being reliant on an alpha to knot you. Isn't that still true?"

The young writer hesitated with his kisses on Jimin's neck, and nodded, eyes focused on him intensely.

"Yes, but..." Jungkook blushed.

"What?"

"Part of me wants you to just knot me through every heat, so I don't even have to know this." Jungkook said, eyes burning and voice low.

"Jeon Jungkook." Jimin started to tickle him. "I will never be used to you flirting. It's really too much when you are also in heat. It's too much for me, all the time, actually." Jimin said, quite serious, suddenly.

"I'm not flirting, I'm just being honest!" Jungkook howled and wiggled from the tickling.

"Being honest with that look in your eyes and that tone in your voice..."

"You are saying it's my fault that when I look at you, I think of sex?" Jungkook squealed and twisted out of tickling fingers, stopping Jimin's hands and locking eyes with him. "You are liquid sex, Park Jimin. You flirt with every word that comes out of your mouth. You flirt with every person you see, and fuck plenty of them, and you can't handle my flirting?" Jungkook tried to tickle Jimin back, but the alpha grabbed his wrists and pressed his lips to Jungkook's, suddenly.

"That's right," Jimin said, whispering close to Jungkook's face. "I can't handle you flirting, do you hear me?"

They kissed each other hungrily until the car stopped in front of Jungkook's apartment.