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Throwing his body down to the soft linen of this expensive hotel got Yoongi sighed in content. The heater needed more time to warm up the entire suite that had been left for hours, so he stayed frozen in his weird laying position with layered clothes still hugging his body tightly. He felt the cold air of December absorbed into the sheets bit his left cheek, but he couldn’t care less. He just wanted to relax his tight muscles after being seated in front of recording machines for hours. 

It didn’t take much time for him to feel warmer than before, the suite wasn’t that big but still considered too fancy to his liking. Well, what could he do? His client paid it for him anyway. Feeling his tummy growled out in protest, he got up from his comfortable position and went to his fridge after taking off his padded jacket. 

An involuntary growl slipped out of his lips after realizing that he didn’t have much groceries left. He closed the fridge with a disappointed feeling, making his way to his bedside to make a call for the room service. Honestly speaking, he didn’t like the food in this hotel. Either because it was his first time visiting Busan or it was because of the recipe, the food just didn’t suit his taste. But luckily, his decent client booked him a hotel suite complete with kitchenette that allowed him to cook his own meal for a week of his stay there. He just needed to buy groceries.

After ordering some light dinner, 15 minutes later he heard his doorbell ring. The staff offered to help him bring the tray in, but Yoongi refused politely. Instead, he asked for nearby grocery stores or supermarkets that were still open at this hour—it was almost 10 pm after all and he must cook for breakfast. After telling Yoongi about the 24 hours supermarket in a 13 mins drive distance, Yoongi thanked him with some tips. 

Just before he could dig in his not-so-tasty meals, his phone buzzed on the table with ‘Mom’ visible on it. He slided the green button, put it on speaker and started eating.

“Hey, mom,” he opened lightly with food stuffed mouth.

“Yoongi-ya~” her sweet voice tickled his ears, “What are you doing?”

“Just got off from work, I’m eating now,” he swallowed his food before continuing, “What’s the matter? Why are you calling so late?”

“No… nothing. I just miss you, we all miss you,” she said with pure sincerity, it got Yoongi’s chest tingled with warmth and smile appeared on his lips. “ Aigoo , my poor son. Why are you working on Christmas night, hm?”

He let out a chuckle “Because they wanted me to,” he said while chewing his bland pajeon. He didn’t understand, it was a 4-star hotel but the taste of the food was questionable—at least for him. Really, if only he had enough ingredients he would cook his own dinner.

“Can’t you come tomorrow?”

He had a day off on Christmas day actually, remembering that the company will be closed and he would come back to work on the music with his client a day later. But Yoongi didn’t have time to fly to Daegu then come back to Busan in a span of 24 hours. It would surely take up his energy. Surely he is strong as any other Alphas out there—or maybe more, but he wouldn’t use his strength for something unnecessary. He is more of the calm type as attracting attention was his least favorite thing. If people haven’t smelled his pheromone, most will think that he was either a Beta or even an Omega with his slender build. Also he was working for an album, there would be many to take care of and he better use the day off for something more important. 

“Sorry, mom. I can’t,” he said full of sorrow. It wasn’t that he didn’t prioritize his family, no. He could visit them anytime he wanted, and he would. It didn’t have to be on a special occasion like this. “There are so many to take care of, I’m working on an album. I’ll go to Daegu after I finish this.”

He could hear his mother sighed at the end of the line, “If Min Yoongi is working on an album, he can’t be disturbed,” she said with thick mockery. Yoongi chuckled, he could almost see his mother rolling her eyes.

" Yah , I promised to come after this, didn't I?" he defended himself.

"But it's different. Tomorrow is Christmas!" 

"Ignore her, Yoongi-ya. You can always come anytime and it'll be the same," the voice of his dad interrupted. Another giggle slipped out, looked like she put the phone on speaker.

"Hey, dad," he greeted.

"What matters is you're here with us, that's all. It doesn't have to be Christmas or anything," he added.

Yoongi agreed while his mom still voiced his protest to the two men, then they kept on talking to him with some light arguing here and there. Talking to them always calmed his head. It was always so funny to see his parents bickering with each other—of course it wasn't over a serious thing. 

It'd been months since he came home to Daegu after all. His packed demands in Seoul wouldn't allow him to spend some time in his hometown. Yoongi loves his job as a freelance music producer, he really does. The job did pay well, he had so many clients as well as musics to produce and he was thankful for that. But oftentimes, he had to sacrifice his time to sleep, to have fun with some friends, and even to feel the warmth of his home in Daegu. This type of job wouldn't allow you to take a break on every special occasion, no. 

Months ago, he told his parents that he would visit them on Christmas day as he knew that he had a vacant agenda during the time. However, he suddenly got a call that he had to fly to Busan and stay there for a week to work on finishing an album. He couldn't deny the offer as he was the one who provided them the rough draft around a year ago. The company trusted him, and they wanted Yoongi to polish the album once again before they released the final products. These unexpected things regularly happened and he was almost used to it.

Their talks continued until most of Yoongi’s plates were out of food. The time on the screen showed 10:43 pm, it was late, his parents needed to rest for tomorrow.

“It’s almost 11, both of you should rest for tomorrow,” he tried to end the conversation for the sake of both of his parents. “I should go grocery shopping too.”

“Eh?! At this hour?” his mom was shocked.

“Yeah, I have to cook for my meals, I don’t like the taste of the food in this hotel. It’s crap,” those words got the two people on the other side chuckled.

“Tsk, you and your cooking skills. Okay, then. You should rest too, don’t get too tired, okay?” 

“Yes, mom. You too, mom, dad. And also…” he paused, “Merry Christmas! Enjoy your day tomorrow.”

“Merry Christmas too, Yoongi-ya!”

“Say hello to hyung for me.”

After their farewell, Yoongi put the dirty dishes on the sink. He would take care of them tomorrow. Back to wearing his winter attire, he took his wallet and the key of his borrowed car—it was the client’s company’s car actually—before going out for grocery shopping. He didn’t actually mind going shopping on his own as for the past three days he had been only going to his client’s company and hotel back and forth, he grew bored of the scenery and wanted to explore a bit of Busan.

There wasn’t any traffic as he expected as it was almost 11 pm and the road was almost empty on Christmas night. With the help of the GPS, he arrived exactly 13 minutes later to the store which the hotel staff had told him earlier. He wasted no time and began his hunting for any ingredients for another four days. Yoongi was content, the store had all the essentials he needed so he didn’t need to go to another one to find the things he missed. Didn’t forget to buy some soju and cheap wine he could find for his relaxation. 

The cashier was friendly, her smile didn’t leave her lips for a second while checking out his purchase. The fact that it was Christmas night, Yoongi would expect to be greeted with the typical grumpy face of the workers that involuntarily worked instead of staying at home—moreover during this hour. A thought popped up in his mind as he sensed a sweet scent trickling his nostrils—a pheromone, Omega pheromone. Did she accidentally release her pheromone or did she do that on purpose? Not to mention, the sweet and fruity scent suited her personality so much. She was a cheerful type of Omega, but she should be careful that it would attract unresponsible Alpha & might lure her in danger.

She gave three plastic bags full of contents to Yoongi with joyful smile after paying, ended their encounter with ‘merry Christmas’ which Yoongi replied with ‘you too’ and left the store. Yoongi rummaged through his jacket pocket with his free hand, he slowed down his steps while struggling to find the car key. His concentration was fully darted to his pocket that he didn’t realize someone was running very fast towards his direction. 

The person didn’t watch his steps and kept looking behind. Both of his eyes widened once he caught sight of Yoongi who abruptly halted in front of him. He did try to evade Yoongi, but it was too late, he was too close to put a brake on his feet. They crashed hard, the guy who bumped him rolling down the cold asphalt while Yoongi’s bags were the ones that fell. His left shoulder was throbbing, this guy bumped him so hard that he staggered backward. One of the perks of being an Alpha was that he managed to hold his ground and prevent himself from being thrown kissing the asphalt like the other guy. But hell, his shoulder was aching.

“Sorry!” the guy only shouted that word, scurriedly standing on his own feet and continued running. Yoongi could see that he wasn’t running as fast as before and he was slightly limping.

“Fuck!” he cursed lightly while massaging his left shoulder, trying to calm the throbbing muscle. The curse wasn’t only directed to the rude guy who just bumped him, but also the fact that he heard a crack sound when his bags fell down.

He hurriedly checked and curse words once again left his lips. It was the wine bottle that shattered into pieces, while miraculously the 4 bottles of soju were safe. Come on! He spent 23.000 won for this! While mourning the contents of his broken wine bottle, Yoongi moved his soju to another bag and disposed the one with red and purple-ish stains to the trash. He made sure to tie the plastic bag tightly to prevent the glass waste from coming out.

Walking back to his car with a long sigh, Yoongi then began his journey back to the hotel with taunted eyebrows. The ache on his left shoulder slightly subsided, but he regretted the fact that he spent a good sum of money for nothing. He didn’t even get to taste the fragrant wine! And that rude guy, ugh… What was he running from anyway? He didn’t get to see anyone chasing him! Damn it!

“Calm down, Yoongi-ya… Calm down,” he said to himself while taking a deep breath at a slow pace. “Just let this go,” he calmed himself down.

During the drive, Yoongi realized that there was a sweet but fresh scent intruding on his senses. Something like the fresh citrus and woody scent with a hint of fruity and floral-ish scent. Was it the wine? But Yoongi could smell the faint sweet scent of wine in the car, probably the wine accidentally stained his shoes or pants or something. But this certain fresh scent was so thin that it was only a whiff that he could catch. What was this?

Yoongi brushed off his thoughts as he caught sight of his middle to high class hotel building. He parked the car in the same spot as before among the rows of cars that were slowly covered with snow. Seemed like the hotel was packed with guests tonight. 

He got out, loaded out his groceries, and walked quickly to the entrance—the night cold air started to bite his cheeks. Only seconds later, Yoongi caught another whiff of that fresh scent.

I thought it was the wine? he thought.

The scent became stronger and stronger. To be honest, without known reasons he loved this scent—very. It was quite alluring for him, drawing him in to sniff it again and again like cocaine. Truly intoxicating, he felt like he was almost addicted to it. If Yoongi was walking slowly while trying to comprehend what kind of scent and where did it come from, now he was completely frozen in his spot.

He sniffed the air. His ears caught a faint murmur from afar. But something was odd. Realization hit him, now he found out what it was. It was a pheromone! 

But what was this? His Alpha instinct caught something else. He vividly smelled anxiety, dread, and pain accompanying the fresh scent. Alerting him that this Beta or Omega was in danger. Relying on his Alpha sense, he followed his gut guiding him to the source of the scent. 

His feet were brought to the dark alleyway right between the hotel and a bar next to it. He had to fast walking a bit from the parking lot since it was quite far. The alleyway wasn't even completely dark, but the big sign of the bar was preventing the bright light of the street lamp from illuminating it. 

There he stood frozen as he got closer. He sensed another peculiar scent—a strong one that almost blocked his nose. Fuck, was that Alpha pheromone? No, there were 2 different scents! Wait, shit! There were 4 of them?!

He managed to catch a whiff of desperation among those 4 different pheromones. Yoongi ran, putting those two plastic bags on the nearby bench he could find without caring if someone would steal them from him. Those murmuring voices he heard before were getting clearer, most of the words he could catch were something like snickering and dirty remarks with flirting tones.

Yoongi changed his pace once he caught sight of the four Alphas. He slowed down his steps, trying not to make too much noise with his shoes. With his Alpha vision, he could distinctly see 4 guys hovering over a body that laid limpy in front of their feet even in the darkness. 

He heard a grunt, "Let me go, please!" a guy's voice could be heard. He said it weakly with a dragged voice, obviously indicating that he was in pain. 

"Let you go? Come on, do you think we'll do that easily?" a deep voice answered.

"Let's have some fun first, baby," another one snickered.

"Bastards," the guy whispered lowly under his breath but they caught it. Surely it made them furious.

Yoongi quickly released his pheromone, he made sure to release them abundantly to announce his presence. The guys averted their gaze to his direction, including the one who forcefully gripped on the hurt guy's cheeks—completely offended by the remark that was mostly true. 

He let go of the face, the limp guy tried to run away but one of them succeeded to hold him tight under his arm. He tried to wriggle out his way with not much energy left in his body, they were much stronger than him. His attempt was in vain.

" Aye , who's this? You wanna join us, man?" one of them greeted with thick satoori.

"Let go of that guy," his pheromone changed as he uttered the words sternly. He was emanating an intimidating pheromone. Of course, those 4 Alphas could sense them, but they also realized that there was something different.

However, the pack wasn't affected at all. Instead, they laughed. "Who are you? Man, don't be greedy and have him for yourself. Sharing is caring." 

Yoongi's anger guided him to unexpectedly releasing excessive pheromone without himself realizing. The pack of 4 Alphas grimaced, the smell of Yoongi’s intense pheromone disturbing them now. They also sensed a totally different type of pheromone blocking their nose, and couldn’t even smell the delicious pheromone from the guy they molested anymore.

Unfortunately, Yoongi’s scent didn’t only affect the pack but also the hurt guy. He got weaker and weaker in the grip of one of the Alphas. Despite that, he exerted all his willpower to get out of his grasp, but the incredibly strong pheromone coming from his life saver was making him dizzy. He blocked his nose, held his breath, but he couldn’t do that forever; he needed to breathe! The guy couldn’t take it anymore, his knees felt weak and he slipped down on the ground making the guy who was holding him caught off guard. But he couldn’t care less, instead he just let him collapse onto the ground knowing that he wouldn’t even be able to get up when Alpha pheromones were surrounding him.

Yoongi watched the scene, he realized he was making the hurt guy become very defenseless on the ground. Coughing harshly, nauseous, he could even see the sweat glimmering down his forehead. He controlled his pheromone once again, lessening it just a little bit because he still had to shoo the pack away.

Yoongi approached them with light steps, he finally got to see their faces. They looked young, probably not much younger than him. “You guys ever heard about pure-blooded Alpha?” he asked with mockery.

He could see their expressions changed, they were taken aback for seconds—going tense. Pure-blooded Alphas are an immensely rare kind of Alpha. They were born from a couple of Alphas and they were considered miracles. The reason was because mating between 2 Alphas were almost impossible, one of them might frightfully injure the other one before the mating process ended since that species was a strong one and they could become downright aggressive. On a rare occasion it could even cause death to their mate as they would most likely lose themselves. 

Legends said that they were terrifying creatures. Their power was beyond everyone’s imagination. Pure-blooded Alphas’ fighting instincts were unbeatable even without training. They could also turn to monstrous mode when they needed to. Just basically a terrifying one of a kind.

And yes, Yoongi was one of them. Both of his mother and father were Alphas. His mother successfully gave birth to him to the world because of his father’s calm demeanor—which he inherited—as one of the key successes in their mating process. It was a totally tough process, but they succeeded with bruises all over their bodies—at least that was what he heard from his mother, they didn’t give any details though. 

One of them laughed hysterically, “Dude, seriously? Yah , you want to claim yourself as pure-blooded? Pfffttt…” he snorted, “What a bullshit!” his friends simultaneously let out awkward laughs.

“I don’t know, you want to find out?” Yoongi’s challenging tone completely flared up the burning fire within the Alphas.

One of them lunged onto him with big steps and threw his fist. But who was he kidding, Yoongi was no match for them! He caught his fist in his hand, the guy before him shocked at how strong Yoongi gripped his knuckle. He threw another blow with his free hand which Yoongi swiftly parried with another arm. Secretly, Yoongi was amazed. He was never caught in a fist fight before as he has been living peacefully nor practiced any martial arts. But his body felt like it moved itself which he believed was driven by his instinct. 

Yoongi let go of the bastard's fist, giving him freedom before he was attacked by another blow that came in contact with his jaw. Yoongi chuckled, completely sounding like a psycho. It was his turn now. He punched the guy's face square in the nose, causing blood to trickle down. Considering that he was an Alpha, his friends trembled in horror knowing that the punch must be extremely strong to cause nosebleed on an Alpha. 

The molester staggered, but he stood strong on his feet and launched another blow. Before his knuckle could touch Yoongi, he was thrown backwards a few meters once his stomach came in contact with Yoongi's kick. He spat out blood, coughing harshly. 

Yoongi walked calmly to his direction, the three guys took some steps backwards. He kneeled down in front of the injured molester, gripping his neck tightly when he tried to get up and attack him once again.

The pack looked at him in fright. Without himself realizing, Yoongi's eyes glowed red—as red as blood, showing that he was definitely a pure-blood. No Alphas would have that blood red irises except they're one of them.

"You want me to call the police or break you in my hand?" he asked calmly but yet it sent shivers down their spine. Now they believed him, and they were terrified.

"We-we'll go," one of the pack tried to persuade Yoongi to let go of their friend's neck when he was hardly breathing and letting out choked noises. 

Once Yoongi's eyes were back to normal, he let go of that guy who instantly scurried over to leave that place with struggles. Yoongi then centered his attention on the hurt guy. He gasped after realizing that he was the one from the supermarket earlier; the one who bumped him. The guy's breathing was weak and uneven, he coughed several times, his body looked lifeless on the ground. 

Yoongi approached the guy with panic, "Hey, you okay?" he could see blood dripping down his nose and that guy was barely conscious. "Fuck!" he cursed, it must be because of the amount of pheromone he inhaled.

He carried him on his back and was surprised to realize how light the guy was. Then he went back to get his groceries which were fortunately untouched before going to his suite room through another door of the hotel. Surely he didn't want to attract people's attention in the lobby by bringing in an unconscious guy with bruises into the hotel.

Turning off the stove, Yoongi lifted the small pan to the table and put it on the base cloth. He was taking out his personal first aid kit when he saw the guy he put on his bed jerked awake. Yoongi was surprised himself with the sudden move, the guy seemed confused with his surroundings and his eyes met Yoongi's seconds later.

Yoongi was about to open his mouth when he was cut off, "S-Sir, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm sorry. I don't have money to replace the wine, but p-please let me go," he begged frantically. Despite his bruised body and face, he still wanted to run away in this condition?

Yoongi released his pheromone with the intention to calm the Omega down. He now learned that the fresh and sweet scent—the one that made him addicted—came from this guy. At first he thought that he was a Beta with that kind of scent, but he smelled something sweet gradually radiating from that body. And Yoongi was quite surprised when his pheromone didn't intimidate the Omega, he could see that the guy before him relaxed bit by bit.

The Alpha chuckled, "So you knew you spilled my wine," he paused, making some steps towards the bed. The guy before him inching backwards, "No, I won't hurt you, I promise. You should treat your wound first."

"No, I'm fine. I should go," the guy peeled off the duvet harshly—running away from Yoongi, but before he could get up, his limb betrayed him. He felt a sharp pang on his abdomen and his feet gave up. He lurched forward, but gladly Yoongi could hold him before kissing the carpeted floor.

"Don't be stubborn, you bruised all over. Can't you see?"

The guy looked around his body and the Alpha was right. There were purple marks around his arms—probably on his abdomen too as the pain was coming from that area. However, his trust issues got the best of him. The guy in front of him was an Alpha, who knew he might take advantage of him in his vulnerable state.

The Alpha might or might not sense doubt emanating from the Omega before him. So he released another pheromone, trying as hard to assure that he was definitely in a safe condition and he shouldn't be worried.

"Here, let me help," with that, Yoongi dabbed the wet cotton to the stain of his dried blood under his nose—the one that his pheromone caused. Yoongi’s hand moved delicately, careful not to hurt the poor guy any further. “What’s your name?”

The guy before him was taken aback, he took seconds; contemplating whether he should trust the guy before him. He looked him straight in the eyes, but they weren’t making eye contact since the guy was too focused on his wounds. This guy is an Alpha—moreover a pure-blood, should he trust him?

“Jimin,” he said, their eyes met for a second before Yoongi went back to his wound, “Park Jimin,” he finally said after he found nothing but sincerity in those dark brown eyes.

“Luckily they didn’t beat you that bad though,” Yoongi said, now moving to his arms, “There were four of them.”

He noticed the arm he was holding tensed up, but Yoongi didn’t say anything and applied ointment on the bruises, also cleaning the dried open wound. “They didn’t beat me up,” Yoongi raised his eyebrows, asking him with no words. “I was running from my boyfriend.”

Yoongi nodded slowly, now he knew the reason he was running frantically like that. He didn’t even have time to apologize properly in front of the store earlier. So his boyfriend was the one chasing him. “Uh… he caused this?” Yoongi asked carefully, he received a nod as affirmation. “I’m sorry,” that was all he could offer.

He wasn't good at comforting people with his words, somehow the confession hurt him in a way. Instead, he showed his sympathy through his calming pheromone. 

A moan slipped out of the plump lips, making the owner bite his bottom lip immediately. He regretted doing that—not in front of the Alpha. The scent the Alpha let out was truly alluring, Jimin knew that that pheromone was meant to calm him down, but he couldn't help the unexpected reaction from his Omega instinct.

"Sorry," the Omega muttered shyly. Yoongi just nodded, letting it go.

Little did he know, deep down Yoongi felt the same—he was just better at hiding it then Jimin. The Omega's fragrant pheromone caused his inner turbulence. But Yoongi suppressed the feeling for the sake of his goodwill and the Omega. His parents taught him better, he wouldn't take advantage of someone in their vulnerable state. If he did so, he was no different from the Alphas who were harassing the guy before him.

"Yup!" The Alpha muttered suddenly, breaking Jimin's trains of thought, "All done for now. I don't know if you like it or not, but I made you red bean porridge. You should eat before it gets cold," he pointed to the steaming hot pan on the table with his chin.

"I'm fine. I'll go now," Jimin attempted to go once again, too afraid that something unwanted might happen if he stayed here any longer.

"In that condition?" Yoongi raised his voice, "You don't even wear proper clothes! Your jacket is too thin in this weather, your shoes even have holes in them. You were icy cold when I brought you here!" It was Yoongi’s stern tone that made Jimin shrunken on the large bed, he looked at Yoongi’s concerned face and unconsciously let out a soft whimper—becoming submissive under his Alpha tone. “I won’t do anything if that’s what you’re afraid of. There’s a phone beside you and you can call the police right away if I do. Just, please eat something.”

What made Jimin eventually break his barrier were Yoongi’s soften voice, sincere words, and honest eyes. So he only nodded and went to the table after Yoongi made his way to sit on the couch not too far from the table. Honestly, he was starving since he hadn't eaten anything since his last smoothie this noon. And he was secretly grateful that this stranger made him something warm to eat.

Yoongi took his phone, he was practically doing nothing with it actually. Just scrolling through and through without paying much attention to the contents. He just didn’t want to appear creepy watching him eating.

After plucking up courage, Yoongi tried to strike up a conversation. “I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi,” the Omega turned his head, and he only nodded. Sensing that there would be no words coming from the Omega, he continued, “Do you have anywhere to go? I have a car, I can take you there,” he proposed, totally concerned that Omega was wandering around in this cold weather without wearing appropriate winter attire.

Jimin stopped his movement, he was completely still before answering Yoongi’s question. “I don’t know,” he paused to take a breath, “I was just running… so that he can’t find me.”

His voice made Yoongi’s heart shattered into pieces. It was full of sorrow and desperation, despite his stubbornness to run away this Omega didn’t even have somewhere to go to begin with.

“You can stay here if you want,” Yoongi didn’t even know what made him say that. Either it was his compassion for the Omega or his well-natured personality that made him do that. Or maybe something within him that discreetly attracted to Jimin that he himself didn’t even realize nor want to admit.

Jimin’s eyes sparkled with hope. He totally wouldn’t turn down the offer to stay in a hotel suite with a large and comfortable bed, warm room, nice foods. Moreover, when he didn’t even have to spend a dime for this luxury he barely got to enjoy if someone didn’t provide it for him. Unfortunately his trust issues for Alphas forced him to bite back a ‘yes’ on the tip of his tongue.

“Thank you, but— Argh !” Jimin held his abdomen, suddenly feeling an unbearable pain that forced him to bend down.

Yoongi sprang up from his seat, lurching to where Jimin was and held his shoulders, “What happened, Jimin? You okay?” he asked, agitated.

Death glare was directed to Yoongi, if only looks could kill Yoongi would be dead by now. For a second Jimin thought that Yoongi poisoned him, “Did you—” he cut off his own words, realization dawned on him. No, his stomachache wasn’t caused by the food, it was something else!

Damn it! Is it what he thinks it is?

Two pairs of eyes widened. All of a sudden, a sweet scent flooded the hotel room. By reflex, Yoongi retracted himself too quickly from Jimin causing the latter’s torso to fall completely on the table in front of him. The Alpha took some steps backwards while his eyes looked at Jimin with horror.

“Are you by any chance… in heat?” he asked carefully, now he was blocking his nose from inhaling the intoxicating smell. 

“Shit, it’s not supposed to happen now!” he grunted through every word. 

Oh no, this is bad. So freaking bad! An Alpha can’t stay in the same room with an Omega in heat unless they are gonna mate—or at least have sex. The situation was totally different now. They were strangers, no bond, nothing . It could endanger both of them! Yoongi would lose himself if he constantly inhaled the intoxicating pheromone, his Alpha instinct would take over his body completely and let out his mating pheromone. Same goes to Jimin, if he inhaled Yoongi’s dangerous scent, he could lose all his senses and surrender everything to the Alpha. 

Yoongi cursed under his breath once he saw liquid dribbling down Jimin’s jeans. “G-go to the bed!” he could only command him without having the guts to inch closer. Jimin got up and obeyed Yoongi’s words, he climbed up the bed with some struggles, still grunting and moaning in the process.

“I-it’s hot,” Jimin whimpered weakly, he couldn’t stop wriggling under the comfortable duvet.

Yoongi’s head went slightly dizzy, he felt something churn in his own stomach. “Shit!” he cursed lowly. He quickly ran to the TV room, trying as hard to stay as far as possible. But it didn’t help at all, Jimin’s sweet scent filled up the entire suite and there was no place for him to breathe even inside the bathroom. 

Then an idea popped up in his head. He told Jimin to stay put on his bed before he dashed out of the room. Yoongi made a beeline to the receptionist downstairs as fast as he could while receiving confused looks from the staff and passersby in the hallway.

“Excuse me,” he said quickly, still with unrhythmically breath, “Do you have any vacant rooms?” 

The receptionist looked at him puzzled, “Which room—”

“Whichever!” he cut her off “Any room is fine.”

She typed something on her computer for a minute, but it felt like eternity for Yoongi, “Um… sorry, we have no room left for now, Sir,” he knew this. Judging by how many cars parked in the parking lot had told him, but he still wanted to give it a shot when he came up with the idea. “May I know what’s the matter? Maybe we can—”

“At all?”

“Unfortunately, yes, Sir.”

After thanking her, Yoongi went to the hotel longue that was located in the lobby. He needed to breathe some fresh air—air without Omega pheromone blocking his sense. He tried to come up with another idea but his head couldn’t provide any. Where should he stay for tonight? He couldn’t just sit around in the lobby or the hotel bar, or the hotel restaurant, or even the longue that were mostly closed at this hour. 

Frustrated grunt slipped out his lips. Should he just find another hotel and stay there? But on the other hand he also didn’t have the heart to leave Jimin grunting, hurting by himself in his hotel room. He ruffled his hair harshly and proceeded to get up and went back to his room. 

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. The Alpha prepared himself in front of his room door, making sure he was ready to face the Omega that was probably still wriggling uncomfortably on his bed. He turned the door knob that was intentionally left unlocked and closed it immediately to prevent Jimin’s pheromone from coming out of the room. He was greeted by another wave of addicting pheromone which was quickly blocked by his fingers.

Grunts turned into moans when Yoongi released his pheromone to calm the Omega. Looked like his method worked. He suppressed the urge to release different type of pheromone and released the calming one instead.

“H-Hyung?” Jimin’s voice called, Yoongi was still in the doorway and he didn’t dare to walk any further. “Hyung, it hurts.”

Yoongi could hear the trembling in Jimin’s voice and his heart broke into pieces. Making steps towards the bedroom, Yoongi stood still as far as possible while making sure that he was still here with Jimin. His chest tightened when he caught a sight in front of him. Jimin curled into a ball, whimpering and sobbing while trying to bear the pain, tears streaming down freely on his cheeks.

"It's okay, Jimin-ah. Hyung is here with you," was Yoongi's attempt.

Yoongi's pheromone might have worked to calm him down, but it wasn't enough to get rid of the pain. His body was burning, sweat coming out despite the lowered temperature of the room, it felt like lava was running through his veins. He needed something more, but he was too afraid to ask.

"Yoongi hyung," Yoongi knew he wasn't supposed to feel this way, Jimin was in a lot of pain. But Jimin moaning his name was too alluring to his sanity. 

"Y-yes, I'm here with you, Jimin-ah," he muttered with some struggle.

Minutes have passed, there was no progress at all. Jimin was still whimpering in pain while calling him several times, and Yoongi was still in his alert mode while emitting pheromone from his body and uttering sweet nothings. Jimin's patience shortened, he wouldn't get anywhere if it kept like this.

"Hyung, please help me," he moaned out.

Yoongi was completely tense. Jimin wasn't asking for another kind of help, right? It must be that kind of help, right? "Jimin, you're not in your right mind," despite the burning passion of his Alpha instinct to welcome the invitation, Yoongi still kept up his self-control.

“Please, hyung!” Jimin demanded, his sobbing was uncontrollable. He looked Yoongi straight in the eyes, begging him with glimmering orbs.

With a loud sigh, Yoongi made his way carefully towards the bed. He sat beside Jimin and could almost feel his body temperature even in the distance. Now that he got closer, the scent was more intense and clouded the Alpha’s mind. Yoongi realized that his eyes might glowed red once he noticed Jimin froze. He quickly shook his head harshly and the dark brown orbs were back.

“What do you—” before he could ask Jimin what he needed him to do, Yoongi was pulled into a harsh kiss. 

Yoongi was caught off guard, it took seconds for him before finally returning the kiss. Both of them moaned simultaneously, savoring the delicious taste of each other’s lips. The kiss was rushed, it was full of lust and desire. Their pheromones mingled together in the air, working like a spell that was enough to make them lose their sanity. Jimin was a good kisser, his lips were very much addicting. Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from capturing them on his own, biting and licking once in a while. 

Jimin’s small fingers found their way on Yoongi’s black hair, pulling them slightly in rhythm with their kiss. As much as Yoongi loved kissing the younger, they also needed to breathe. Yoongi took this opportunity to remove Jimin’s shirt from his body after their lips parted. Jimin obliged without resistance, linking his arms once more behind Yoongi’s neck once the fabric was thrown on the floor. 

The Omega guided Yoongi’s face to himself, capturing once again the soft, pink lips to his plump ones. The Alpha’s left arm supported his weight hovering over Jimin, while he used the right one to work on his way mapping Jimin’s beautiful body. He started with his cheek, down to his neck, his chest, toned abs, and stopped above the Omega’s v-line. Jimin moaned with the touch, arching his back to ask for more from the Alpha.

Yoongi let go of those plump lips, guiding his face down to the Omega’s neck. The latter gladly craned it the other way—giving Yoongi as much space to work on. Before he proceeded to begin appreciating Jimin’s neck, Yoongi inspected it for a second. He saw no bite mark anywhere, meaning that his boyfriend—or maybe ex by now—hadn't marked him yet. Somewhat it made Yoongi’s heart leap in victory.

Nosing the beautiful and spotless neck, Yoongi took in as much as possible the aromatic pheromone into his lungs. He inhaled deeply, completely captivated by the addicting scent that made his eyes turn red once more for some seconds. Without further ado, he began sucking and marking which got Jimin moaning loudly at the sensation. 

“Ah, hyung!” Jimin moaned as Yoongi’s hand found its way to his nipple, stimulating it with his slender fingers. The Alpha was still careful with his mouth, he pushed back the strong urge to thrust his fangs to the Omega’s neck to mark him. Not without Jimin’s consent which he believed wouldn’t even happen. 

Once he was satisfied with his masterpiece on Jimin’s neck, he moved down to his chest. Coloring it with his saliva and love bites on every spot he could find. Then his mouth moved to replace his hand. He licked, blew air, kissed and played the hardened buds with his tongue. Slowly but surely, his hand slided further down Jimin's abdomen and was quite surprised when finding out that the Omega's legs weren't covered with anything but the duvet—he was half naked all the time. His large hand met Jimin's length that had already stood straight, gripping it just enough to earn melodical moans that bewitched Yoongi. 

The mixed sensation of Yoongi's dangerously attractive pheromone and his firm touches drove him insane. His wet, skilled tongue playing with the most sensitive part of his body was throwing him out of his consciousness—Jimin was in cloud nine. The large hand stroking his hard erection caused him to dig his blunt nails onto the Alpha's shoulder, leaving scratch marks that didn't even itch for Yoongi. 

The stimulation became too overwhelming for his overly sensitive body. He tightened his grip on Yoongi's shoulder. "H-hyung, I'm close," he warned. But Yoongi paid no heed, instead he fastened his pace with his hand and his tongue lapping on his nipples quicker. "Hyung, no!" Jimin shrieked.

Jimin reached out his hands to stop Yoongi, but the latter stopped him and gripped his wrists tightly. He locked them above the Omega's head just with his free hand. Jimin's moans became louder, it didn't take him long until white string of fluid adorning Yoongi's palm.

Jimin's chest heaved up and down, stuffing oxygen into his lungs as much as he could. Yoongi retracted both of his lips and hand, but the one which locked Jimin's wrist remained still. He brought the cum covered palm to his lips and licked his fingers with a smirk. The Omega blushed uncontrollably, the sight in front of him was so damn attractive that even his own boyfriend couldn't even top it. 

The Alpha then brought his lips to meet Jimin's, letting him taste his own release through the kiss. After a few minutes, Yoongi peeled off his own clothing while both of them were catching breaths, exposing his own hardened length to the Omega. Jimin bit his swollen bottom lip, the man in front of him was so sexy, he couldn't even think straight of the consequences he might face after this occasion. 

His train of thoughts and the sight of Yoongi was enough to give him another hard on. Yoongi smirked upon seeing that, it made Jimin blushed and quickly closed his legs to hide it. The large hands stopped his movement midway, pushing them outwards and spreading them even more—fully displaying his proud erection to the Alpha. The Omega let out a loud moan when his length came in contact with Yoongi's wet cavern, devouring him whole into his mouth. He arched his back, giving in to the blissful sensation that Yoongi provided. 

Yoongi’s head bobbed up and down in rhythm with Jimin’s moans. He seized the opportunity to prepare Jimin and inserted his long, slender finger into his leaking hole. The Omega gasped loudly, absolutely not expecting Yoongi’s finger to break into him. It didn’t even hurt, the liquid flooding out his hole made the finger easier to slide in.

One became two, two became three, and three became four. The Alpha was thrusting his fingers in and out while his mouth was still busy pleasuring the younger’s length. The sensation was unbearable, a minute later Jimin released yet another white liquid into Yoongi’s mouth which he gladly swallowed down his throat. Letting go of Jimin’s length, Yoongi went upwards and positioned his eyes on the same level as Jimin’s who were still clouded by the lust. His body was trembling, not because of fear but because of a big wave of pleasure dawning on him. 

He stroked Jimin’s hair with his clean hand softly and rested it on his cheek, Jimin melted into the touch, “Are you sure about this?”

Jimin’s heart shattered. He felt a sudden urge to shed a tear upon hearing Yoongi’s sweet voice. Despite being strangers, Yoongi still treated him gently. Moreover, when he was an Alpha that was faced with an Omega in heat, Jimin was sure most people would lose it already.

The Omega just nodded firmly, giving Yoongi an affirmation to do whatever it takes to get rid of Jimin’s pain. If he muttered a word, he was afraid that his voice might come too shaky and made Yoongi doubt. Somehow he trusted this Alpha completely.

Unexpectedly, Yoongi placed a soft kiss on his forehead, he looked at Jimin in his eyes reassuringly while stroking his cheek with his thumb, “I want you to wake me up when I’m going too rough. Call my name, anchor me, don’t let my Alpha instinct take over me for too long, okay?” he whispered with his deep, feathery voice. As if he talked too loud, his voice might break Jimin. “Don’t let my eyes turn red for too long. I might hurt you and I won't forgive myself for that.”

During the speech, Jimin couldn't help but shed the tears he'd been damming. Yoongi was so gentle—too gentle for his own sake, the memories of his rough, abusive boyfriend made him question their relationship all this time. If what they had been doing was based on love—that was what he’d been doctrined by his boyfriend, then what he’s doing with Yoongi now was based on? If the Alpha he’s been loving for years has the heart to cause bruises that weren’t love signs, then why this complete stranger in front of him didn’t even want his Alpha instinct to take over him?

"Yes, hyung. I will. I trust you," he said in between his sobbings. Yoongi was quick to wipe away the tears, he then placed kisses on both of Jimin's eyelids, causing the latter to moan into the touch. 

The Omega linked his arms behind Yoongi’s head, cradling his soft hair in between his fingers, “Touch me, hyung. Take me. Do whatever you please,” he said. He didn’t even know if it was his Omega instinct talking or he himself, but one thing he was sure of; he meant it and wouldn’t regret it. 

The green light got Yoongi drunk with temptation. He felt giddy, wasting no more time to capture Jimin’s hypnotic lips on his own once again before positioning himself in front of Jimin’s leaking entrance. The Alpha spread the Omega’s legs wider, allowing him to appreciate the beauty of Jimin’s hard on and his leaking entrance. His eyes pierced through Jimin’s once more and began thrusting in once he got affirmation. Jimin moaned loudly, Yoongi filling up his body satisfying the much needed desire of his heat cycle. Thanks to his liquid, the big size of Yoongi’s length slided in meekly without adding more pain to his already burning body. 

Firstly, the pace was set slow, letting the Omega adjust with the change. Low growl could be heard from the back of Yoongi’s throat. The sensation of Jimin’s tight hole and his hot inside engulfed him in an unexplainable euphoria, he couldn’t feel the ground for a second, perceiving his head floating in the sea of colors. 

“More, hyung,” Jimin moaned out, fanning the burning fire of Yoongi’s desire within himself. 

Jimin’s wish worked as a command for Yoongi, he wasted no time to pick up the pace and moved his hips faster. The Omega’s moans accompanied Yoongi’s every thrust, going with the same tempo as Yoongi searched for his sweet spot. His grip on either of Jimin’s thigh tightened, which surely would leave finger marks as an after effect. 

The sight in front of him was uncomparable, it was worth a king’s ransom. Jimin’s body arched beautifully, a proud smile appeared on Yoongi's lips after inspecting the masterpiece he had made. Reddish blotches covered Jimin’s torso; from his neck, his chest, down to his toned abs. They were all his doings, Yoongi painted the spotless canvas with his own colors.

However, one thing disturbed him the most. The blue-ish bruise on Jimin’s pelvis that was almost faded got Yoongi’s blood boiled all of a sudden. He knew for sure that the bruise had been there for at least a day judging by the color, and Yoongi couldn’t help but cursed Jimin’s so-called boyfriend for laying his hands on this beautiful body.

Without him realizing, Yoongi’s thrust got rougher resulting in Jimin's body shaking harshly with every push. The latter hadn't realized yet that Yoongi's eyes turned blood red, he was drunken by the fact that Yoongi finally found the spot that sent him to paradise. Erasing all the painful memories of his runaway and the person who made him do that. He closed his eyes, letting out groans while savoring the blissful sensation of the rough thrust on the same spot. Right now, the one with his body, mind and soul was Yoongi and Yoongi only.

The hands which were clutching on Jimin's thigh now moved to bracket his hips, gripping them with the same strength as before. Another growl could be heard coming from Yoongi’s throat. Sharp pang hit Jimin on his right pelvis, the spot where his boyfriend kicked him the night before—awakening him from his high. His hole was starting to burn as Yoongi’s pace accelerated, the pleasure also started to fade and became a little bit sore.

The Omega opened his eyes and was surprised that those red orbs were staring furiously on the bruise. How long had he been like this? “H-hyung!” he called out, trying to bring Yoongi back. Unfortunately, it didn’t work, Yoongi was still thrusting into him with full force. Jimin grunted, feeling that his hole was getting more painful. He attempted to inch backwards but it was no use, Yoongi was holding his hips so tight that he couldn’t even avoid.

“Yoongi— Yoongi hyung!” Jimin yelled through the pain, but the Alpha still paid no heed.  With some struggles, Jimin reached out his arms, he brought Yoongi’s face to look into his eyes. Holding his face delicately in both of his palms. “Yoongi hyung,” he tried once again.

Jimin’s tender voice worked like a mantra, Yoongi was back to earth and awakened from his dangerous instinct. But there was something else that made him more enchanted—Jimin’s eyes. Yoongi halted his moves, he was too stunned to see the magnificent sight before his eyes. Golden glow shimmering in the Omega’s eyes, showing the true color which emphasized his picturesque features. 

Red met golden, both of them stayed still, drowning in the splendor of each other's irises. Seconds later the red orbs washed away, replaced with the dark colored ones. The pink lips searched the palm that had been holding his face, giving it a peck as an apology.

"I'm sorry, Jimin. I'm so sorry," Yoongi's voice cracked, full of regret. He kept showering the Omega's palm with sweet kisses as a ransom for hurting him minutes ago. 

Jimin reassured Yoongi by stroking his thumb to his fair cheek, using the other hand to caress the back of Yoongi's head. "It's okay, hyung," he gave Yoongi a smile, a cue that he was forgiven.

Then the Alpha planted a tender kiss on Jimin's forehead before proceeding to continue where he left off. Carefully, Yoongi controlled his pace to give Jimin the pleasure just like before. The younger felt yet another big wave of bliss washing over him. Now Jimin was back at moaning Yoongi's name with every thrust, fueling Yoongi to edge him to his climax.

Not long after, Jimin's body began shuddering, he felt something pooling in his abdomen. "Hyung, I'm close."

Jimin's enthralling moan sounded like music to Yoongi's ear. Leading him to reach his own release together with the younger. "Me too, baby."

Both of them were taken aback with the nickname, but either of them was too busy to give a damn—Jimin liked it anyway. So Yoongi's fingers clasp Jimin's length and stroked the neglected erection.

The Omega whimpered, he gripped Yoongi's wrist weakly to stop him from giving him too much stimulation, "N-no, hyung," he paused, letting out a delicious moan, "Too m-much."

However, Yoongi didn't listen, he locked both of Jimin's wirst in his palm like earlier instead. Giving the length quick strokes in rhythm with his thrust. Jimin became a moaning mess under him. The sight of his pretty body and the sound edging Yoongi to his release. The legs which were on either side of his body were visibly trembling, indicating that the Omega was feeling the same.

With some hard thrusts on his sweet spot, Jimin's cum decorated Yoongi's palm once again while screaming for the Alpha's name. On the other hand, the latter released his own semen inside Jimin's body with a grunt, keeping a safe distance so that he didn't accidentally knot the Omega. 

Both of their chest heaved up and down, Yoongi then flopping his body down onto the soft mattress beside Jimin. Half of his body weight befell Jimin, but the latter didn't care, he liked feeling Yoongi's warm body on his own. Staying like that for a few minutes, the only sound could be heard was their harsh breathing. The next second, Yoongi broke the silence.

"How do you feel?" he asked still with uneven breath.

"Better, but…" Jimin shyly looked down on his legs and Yoongi followed suit. Just as expected, Jimin was having another erection, his heat cycle hadn't fully satisfied yet. Yoongi just chuckled, fully knowing this already. "Um… May I…?" the sentence wasn't finished, Jimin was too shy to do so. Regardless, Yoongi nodded, allowing the Omega to do as he pleased to relieve the pain.

After getting Yoongi's affirmation, Jimin confidently guided Yoongi's body to lay on his back. He then straddled him in between his legs before positioning Yoongi's length under his own entrance. Slowly but surely, Jimin moved down, engulfing Yoongi's whole into his heated inside. 

Jimin was too sexy for his sanity, he was completely driven out of his common sense by the beautiful stranger in front of him. Yoongi guided his hand to bracket the curvy hip, while the other one he used to bring Jimin's lips to meet his own as Jimin moved himself up and down. The rounds went on countless times, continuing to spend the long night with a lot of grunts, moans, and climaxes until the Omega was satisfied.

The sun rays bragged its way into the hotel room through the crack of the curtains, awakening one of the human beings in there from his deep slumber. A yawn escaped as he slowly regained his consciousness, feeling the weight of someone else’s body on top of him. The memories of their long, wild night came crashing like a big wave, putting a soft smile onto the Alpha’s lips. Feeling a bit tired, Yoongi tried to recall how many times they did it until Jimin’s energy was drained out of his body but he couldn’t come up with anything.

The beautiful Omega was still sound asleep in his arm, using it comfortably as a pillow while his head was stuck to his bare chest. His right arm was safely wrapped around Yoongi’s torso while their legs intertwined under the duvet. Even under conscious control, Yoongi still found this guy strikingly gorgeous. He then realized that the attraction he felt wasn’t merely because of the heat, but because of Jimin’s whole being. His beautiful body, his delicacy, his melodious voice, and also his face—Yoongi couldn’t get enough of it. The image of the Omega’s golden iris came into his mind, evoking his desire of wanting to witness it more. For some seconds Yoongi thought, was it what people called love at first sight?

Yoongi moved his free hand carefully to the nightstand, blindly searching for his phone. His movement caused Jimin to stir in his sleep, so he stopped right away, regretting the idea of waking Jimin up—he went through so much last night and needed to rest more. The Omega let out a long sigh, surprised when he was met with a broad chest once he opened his eyes. He attempted to retreat in case the Alpha found it uncomfortable, but Yoongi was quick to hold him in his place, letting him to listen to Yoongi’s somehow paced heartbeat.

“Good morning,” the Alpha greeted. His deep voice caused his chest to rumble, but Jimin loved it—so much. “How do you feel?” 

When Jimin felt Yoongi’s free hand rubbing his naked back up and down soothingly, he let out a content sigh, making himself more comfortable in Yoongi’s embrace. “Exhausted,” he answered weakly, still not having much energy back after the sleep.

The confession was greeted with Yoongi’s giggle, surely the younger would feel that way after their sexual activity. “But we still need to get up. You have to eat something and they kinda need to change the sheets though,” Yoongi said teasingly but truthfully.

Red hue crept up Jimin’s neck to his cheeks, embarrassed by Yoongi’s remark—but the Alpha was right.  When Yoongi noticed the tip of his ear was adorned with red color, he let out another giggle. “Can we stay like this a bit longer… Please?” Jimin’s voice was muffled by his chest, but he heard him. So Yoongi tightened his arms around Jimin’s body, pressing their naked bodies even closer—if possible.

Both of them stayed like that for a moment. Savoring the calming sensation of each other’s embrace in a pleasant silence. Then suddenly a thought crossed Yoongi’s mind, he just couldn’t resist to let go.

“Jimin-ah,” he called out. The owner of the name looked up with a hum, retreated a bit to get a better sight of Yoongi’s face. “Can I kiss you?” he blushed bashfully, Yoongi totally caught him off guard. After what they did last night, Yoongi still had the time to ask his permission for this? Frankly, it made Jimin’s inside giddy and tingled in an addicting way. 

The Omega nodded, wasting no time to crash his own lips to Yoongi’s soft ones. The kiss was different from the first time they did it, Yoongi moved his lips slowly, transfering tenderness as much as possible to mirror what he felt for the Omega. No rush, no lust. Merely a different type of intimacy that sparked a bunch of fireworks within them. 

After they parted, a big smile bloomed in each of their lips as they looked into each other's orbs. Seconds later, they were back to pressing their bodies together while Jimin enjoyed Yoongi’s soothing touch on his back. 

Despite their enjoyable moment right now, there was something that was still bugging Yoongi’s mind. He couldn’t help but voice his thoughts to get Jimin’s confirmation.

“How long have you been together?” Yoongi asked, feeling Jimin’s body tensed as he knew the Alpha was referring to his past relationship. But he placed a kiss on top of Jimin’s head and kept soothing circles on his back.

“3 years,” Jimin answered with a low voice, unpleasant memories began to appear slowly.

“He’s like that most of the time?” the Alpha’s question was answered with a nod. He placed another peck on Jimin’s forehead, “I’m sorry that you have to go through this. You really don’t deserve an asshole like him,” he sighed. “Have you considered telling anyone? Or maybe reporting to the police?”

“He limits my contact with anyone, I was more of his pet than his boyfriend,” he paused, “Felt like I was caged inside his house and not allowed to go anywhere. I don’t even have a phone. And I’m not on good terms with my parents either, so I don’t really have anyone.”

Yoongi’s heart hurted upon hearing that, “And the police?”

“I don’t have any proof besides the bruises.”

The hug around his body tightened, Yoongi let out his pheromone to soothe him. Must be hard for Jimin to not have anyone by his side to rely on. His so-called boyfriend was an asshole, he was supposed to protect him if he loved Jimin but he was no different from the pack of Alphas he encountered last night. 

His other hand which Jimin used as a pillow found its way to stroke his hair. “It’s okay, Jimin. You’re safe now.”

Somehow Yoongi’s sweet nothings combined with his deep voice warmed his heart. He pushed Yoongi a bit, allowing him to see the glimmering eyes that were full of gratitude towards him. “Thank you, hyung,” he smiled, “Thank you so much for helping me. I don’t know where I’d be by now if it wasn’t for you. Or even if I’m going to survive.”

Yoongi shushed him, “Don’t say that. You were in danger, and I must help you. Oh, and by the way…” Yoongi’s thumb stroked Jimin’s cheek, “Merry Christmas, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin’s chest tightened with ecstasy. He almost forgot that today was Christmas day. Silently, Jimin thanked God, or the universe, or whatever Almighty for the best Christmas gift. During his hardship, a disguised angel in the form of Min Yoongi was sent to him to save him last night. Giving him an opportunity to once again feel loved, embraced, and appreciated in warmth.

“Merry Christmas too, hyung,” he smiled giddily, and couldn't suppress the feeling of kissing Yoongi. He was thankful for this man.

They shared an intimate kiss once again before pulling away. The moment they opened their eyes and looked into each other, once again, red met golden. They were immersed into the captivating color of each other’s irises. Yoongi’s unexplainable attraction for Jimin cornered him to propose the idea that occupied his mind just now. He gave in to the temptation of a hefty urge to voiced his thoughts.

“Do you want to come and live with me in Seoul, Jimin?”