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The coffee cup slams on the counter with so much force that the very hot contents splash out, nearly burning Jimin's hand. The tall, burly alpha with the suffocating scent of burning coals looms over the counter with bared teeth. Jimin stands strong, however, keeping his back straight as he meets his angry gaze head on.
"Is there a problem with your order, sir?" He asks with his fake sickly sweet customer service voice.
"This coffee tastes like shit." The alpha growls. "How is it that even an omega can't pour a simple cup of coffee without making it bitter?"
Jimin holds back a scoff. "You asked for a BLACK coffee. You didn't specify any cream or sugar so there is none."
"It isn't my fault your communication skills are sub par." Jimin continues. "How is it that an alpha can't open his mouth without being an insufferable ass?"
Everything happens so fast. Jimin registers the scalding pain from the coffee being thrown on his chest. A large hand shoots out straight for Jimin's throat, but a sudden tight grip of long elegant fingers around the alpha's wrist stops him just in time.
"Stand down." A low voice says next to Jimin's ear. "Or I'll ban you for life."
The alpha huffs in disbelief, wrenching his wrist free. "You're going to let your omega bitch of an employee insult a paying customer?" He asks.
Yoongi gently grasps Jimin's hand and tugs him behind him before standing before the customer with crossed arms. "You deserved it." Yoongi sneers. "Get the fuck out of my shop, or you won't like what happens next."
With a scalding glare, the customer looks over Yoongi's shoulder at Jimin. "This isn't over." He warns him before he spins on his heel and pushes through the crowd out the door.
Immediately, Yoongi drags Jimin to the back room, Taehyung following close behind worriedly. "Take your shirt off." Yoongi tells him.
With trembling fingers, Jimin unbuttons his white shirt before pushing it off his shoulders, revealing angry red skin from the hot coffee.
"It doesn't look too bad." Yoongi observes carefully. Taehyung appears at his side with a cold cloth and gently presses it against his skin.
Yoongi is one of the few alphas that Jimin trusts. Especially in a vulnerable state of undress.
"Are you gonna fire me, boss?" Jimin asks with a teasing lilt to his voice. Yoongi just sighs and shakes his head, flicking his forehead lightly. "Of course not. I don't care how much business I lose, I'm not letting anyone treat you terribly in my shop."
He looks towards Taehyung. "You either. I promised both of you that I would protect you when you started working here." Yoongi looks regretfully at Jimin's burned skin. "I'm sorry you got hurt." He says gently. "I should have come sooner.”
Jimin shakes his head and gently reaches out to squeeze his hand. "It's not your fault, hyung." He says firmly. "You can't be everywhere at once. Thank you for defending me, though. You're an amazing boss and friend."
"Hear hear." Taehyung agrees with a grin, pulling Yoongi into a bear hug that the older alpha pretends to hate.
There are worse places to work. Even though it's not the best paying job, Jimin would never quit. What other alpha boss would care so much for their omega employees?
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Jungkook opens the door to his apartment, immediately struck by the stench of showers few and far between and food that has been sitting out for too long.
"Seriously?" Jungkook grumbles, immediately moving to pick up plates of congealed food. He was only gone for the weekend, and the apartment was spotless when he left. Now it's a stinking pig sty. He glares at his fellow alpha roommate's closed door, where Wooshik is undoubtedly locked up playing video games and eating week old pizza.
Jungkook was desperate when he moved in here a year ago. He had just gotten out of a toxic relationship with no where to go, and he couldn't mooch off of his friends anymore. He found Wooshik's ad for a roommate online. The rent was cheap and the rest is history. The ad failed to warn him that his roommate was an asshole who treats betas and omegas like shit, with a lifestyle to suit his disgusting personality.
Jungkook hates his guts. But he's steadily saving up to move out, working as an IT tech along with his tattoo apprenticeship.
Jungkook spends the morning cleaning up the apartment, all of the trash and the dishes as well as cleaning out old food from the fridge. He's exhausted by the time he's finished, lounging on the lumpy couch, texting his best friend Namjoon when an unfamiliar feeling settles in his chest.
The door to Wooshik's door opens, and the older alpha shuffles to the bathroom without a word to Jungkook. He's only in there for a moment before he disappears in his room again.
The door was open maybe 30 seconds, but the scent hits Jungkook like a freight train all the same.
Sweet, like peaches that that are almost too ripe fills his senses, instantly making him light headed and dizzy.
Jungkook staggers to his feet and stares at the closed door, trying and failing to get his heart under control. He steps closer to Wooshik's door, inhaling more deeply. Something in his very core stirs, his wolf rearing its head in interest.
His hands shake and before he knows it he's standing with his nose nearly touching the wooden door.
His wolf is suddenly restless, clawing at him from the inside, desperate to get out. It cries for the scent, to knot whoever that scent belongs to. His wolf howls one thing.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
He hears a grunt from inside the room, from his roommate, and his wolf growls in protest, jumping to the conclusion of: Another alpha is defiling his mate. Before he can stop himself, he's banging on the door, hard enough to nearly put a hole in it.
Wooshik curses from inside, his abnormally loud footsteps thundering closer until the door swings open and he's nose to nose with his roommate.
"What?" Wooshik asks with a irritated huff, but Jungkook isn't looking at him. He's looking past him, in his room, eyes and nose searching for his mate.
But there's no one inside. No sign of his mate.
Something akin to grief takes root in his very bones and his body starts to tremble, a shaky breath leaving his lips.
"Tha-that scent." Jungkook gasps, finally looking at Wooshik. "Where is it coming from?” Wooshik scoffs and leans against his doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, cocking a brow at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He asks with a smirk.
Jungkook's hands curl into fists at his side. "I would, actually." He says, trying and failing to keep the venom out of his voice
"Fine." Wooshik says, waving a dismissive hand. "It's my omega's. I just came back from helping with his heat." There's a smirk on his lips, smug and arrogant. Jungkook's wolf is even more restless inside him now, the instinct to protect pumping through every vein in his body.
"Bullshit." Jungkook says through clenched teeth. There's no way his omega is with someone like Wooshik. He can feel it in his soul. His mind is battling with his wolf, how can this random omega's scent have such an affect on him? He has no idea who it belongs to.
He suddenly feels too hot, sweat already beginning to gather on his brow. He can't get the trembling in his hands to stop, he wants to launch himself at Wooshik and demand he tell the truth, rip it out of him if he has to.
Wooshik's eyes narrow and his nose scrunches in distaste. "So that's why you're being fucking weird." He sneers. "Your rut is starting."
Jungkook backs away from Wooshik, trying to hold his breath so that sweet omega's scent would stop invading his senses. "I-I'm not due for one for at least another 2 weeks..”
Wooshik shrugs a shoulder and smirks. "Looks like my omega triggered your rut early. He has that affect on people." He grins mockingly. "Good luck baby alpha." He slams the door shut and Jungkook immediately sinks to the floor, gasping for breath.
His wolf is angry, urging him to go in there and rip his throat out, to claim what belongs to him.
He makes his way to his room, his safe haven and slams the door shut. The peachy scent fades considerably and he curls up in bed, already feeling the beginning pains of rut. His ruts are always an extremely painful affair. Normally he would hire a service to get some relief, but it feels wrong to do that, when his wolf is in despair over an omega he's never met.
So he calls Namjoon, and the beta is there in record time, providing him with food, water, and toys that'll help him get through his rut.
And Jungkook spends four days just like that, locked in his room, crying out in pain as he desperately attempts to find relief for his knot. Toys can only do so much, and his wolf is resisting anything that isn't his omega.
By the time his rut finally comes to an end and his mind is clear, he's afraid to leave his room and come into contact with that scent again.
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"Don't you think you're overreacting a little bit?" Hoseok, another beta and Namjoon's mate, asks around a mouthful of tteokbokki. Jungkook finally braved leaving his room, and much to his relief (and his wolf's dismay), he could no longer smell peaches. He frowns at his friend, biting back the urge to immediately become defensive. "No." He answers shortly. "That scent literally triggered my rut. That's never happened before. And how can you explain the way my wolf reacted?"
"No omega's scent has ever done that to me." Jungkook says softly, staring at his untouched food. "My wolf is convinced it belongs to my mate. I couldn't even bring myself to spend my rut with anyone else, it made me sick to think about."
"Well, if you really want to know what's going on, you need to get to the bottom of the scent." Namjoon says.
"Wooshik says that.. That it belongs to his omega." Jungkook practically hisses out, feeling the unfamiliar bout of rage in his belly. "Which is impossible. I just know it. The smell is fading so how can it be someone he's seeing?"
The beta pair goes quiet, troubled expressions shadowing their faces. "You don't think..?" Hoseok asks hesitantly.
A cold chill runs down his spine, dread coiling deep inside him.
Did Wooshik hurt this omega?
Did Wooshik hurt his omega?
His mate?
"I don't know." Jungkook answers honestly, swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat. "He has an alpha superiority complex, betas and omegas are second class citizens to him so I wouldn't be surprised if he.."
"Jungkook." Namjoon interrupts, gently touching his hand. "It'll be alright.”
"Next time he's gone, you should go in his room and find out where the scent is coming from. Then go from there." Hoseok suggests. "Just don't linger too long so your scent will fade by the time he gets home.”
"That's dangerous." Namjoon scolds. "What if he gets caught?"
"Jungkook can take him. Do you think you can if it came down to it?" Hoseok asks.
"Of course." Jungkook answers without hesitation. Jungkook is already athletic, and works out pretty heavily, unlike his roommate. He could fight and win.
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The opportunity to get answers comes three days later when Wooshik finally leaves the apartment to go out drinking with his obnoxious friends. Jungkook waits a solid 30 minutes after he leaves to make sure he doesn't walk back in, before he makes his way over to Wooshik's room. He takes a few deep, calming breaths before he twists the handle and opens the door.
As expected, it's disgusting, either dirty dishes and laundry piled everywhere. The only relatively clean area is his desk with his desktop set up.
It takes a few minutes for his nose to sort through the haze of unsavory scents before finally the familiar sweetness of ripe peaches hit him, though much more faint than before.
He tip toes through the room, following the scent trail towards Wooshik's unmade bed. He stops next to it and leans down, ignoring the alpha's musky scent as he scopes out where the omega's scent is coming from. The trail stops at his pillow and he frowns, examining the stained pillow closely. Why would the scent be coming from here?
He tilts his head, noticing the edge of blue fabric poking out from beneath the pillow. Bingo.
With careful fingers, he pinches the edge of the fabric, slightly rough with some sort of lace, and he tugs it out from underneath the pillow, holding it at arm's length.
Panties. Blue, lacy, soiled panties.
The scent is much more potent with the panties mere inches from his face. As he brings the fabric closer, his wolf begins to stir, awakening with a vengeance at the rich scent of an omega, his omega's scent.
Jungkook's eyes roll back as an involuntarily shudder runs through his entire body, goosebumps erupting on his skin, his cock already stirring in his sweats.
"Fuck." He gasps, forcing himself to shove the panties back under the pillow. He'll send himself to another rut at this rate.
Now he knows where the scent is coming from, but why does he have panties under his pillow? Who do they belong to?
How did he get them?
He shuffles over to his desk, scanning the tabletop, before landing on a ripped open envelope. The scent is coming from here too.
With trembling hands, he grabs the envelope and examines. No return address, just Wooshik's name. He turns the envelope over, jumping when a piece of paper falls out. He quickly bends over to snatch it up.
Dear alphashik123, thank you so much for your generous donation. Enjoy, darling.
- Peaches
.... peaches? Jungkook scoffs. How fucking original.
Who the hell is this "peaches" his wolf can't seem to let go of?
Jungkook slips the note back into the peach scented envelope before carefully placing it exactly where he found it. He could snoop on his computer to find out, but it's too risky.
With one last glance towards the pillow hiding the panties, he quickly slips out of Wooshik's room.
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Jimin slips on his mask and adjusts the pastel pink panties he's decided to sport for today's stream. He pairs it with white thigh high stockings. He ruffles his bubblegum pink hair messily before he settles in front of his camera and turns it on.
As soon as the stream begins, Jimin puts on a demure smile, batting his lashes at the camera as he waits for for viewers to pour in.
"Good evening, darlings." He coos, smiling at the enthusiastic greetings from his loyal viewers.
"I've missed you all so much." He pouts, crossing one leg over the other. "It's been a really rough week. But you're here to help me work off some steam, yes?”
"My heat is coming up soon." Jimin sighs, scooting back on the bed and laying down. "But I haven't found an alpha who can satisfy me yet." He runs a hand down his chest, to his lace covered cock, then he slips his fingers inside to tease his hole, just out of sight of the viewers.
He sighs as slick begins to gather and he slips a finger inside, biting his lip at the camera. "You can satisfy me, right alpha?" He asks to no one in particular. "You can knot and breed me in a way no one else can, can't you?”
He can see the chat room blowing up, though he's too far to actually read them. "But none of you are here." Jimin sighs, forlorn.
He pulls out one of his favorite dildos, one with a fake knot. "Guess this will have to do."
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Jungkook had been watching Wooshik for days trying to figure out who "peaches" is but nothing.
"Fuck this." Jungkook huffs, ready to give up, when Wooshik's irritated voice rises from behind his closed door.
"Look I just need the money tonight and I'll pay you back this weekend okay? Don't be an ass."
Jungkook stops in front of his door and listens. It sounds like he's on the phone.
"Thanks. That wasn't so hard wasn't it? Gotta go."
Jungkook tenses when his conversation ends, but there are no footsteps coming towards the door. There's silence for a couple of minutes, until a softer voice suddenly cuts in.
"Good evening, darlings. I've missed you so much."
The voice is quiet, melodic, pleasant to listen to. But something about this is.. fake. It sounds like a performance. Still, the sound of it alone sends a shiver down his spine and causes his wolf to stir in interest.
Jungkook's ear is practically pressed to the door as he tries to catch the words. Wooshik's obviously watching something.
"You can satisfy me, right alpha? You can knot and breed me in a way no one else can can't you?"
Jungkook's nails dig into the wood of the door at those words, something primal stirring inside him, aching to do just that, to satisfy his mate.
For fuck's sake. This is fucking ridiculous. He's starting to think Hoseok was right, he's just being dramatic.
This is not his mate.
Jungkook takes a step back and turns towards the direction of his bedroom when a high pitched moan pierces through the door, making him freeze in his tracks.
His breathing starts to come out quicker and before he knows it his ear is pressed flat against the door, desperate for more.
He closes his eyes as the omega's moans filter through the door, his mind quickly devolving into dangerous territory.
He imagines that he is the one making those pretty moans fall past his lips, begging for more.
He's never wanted an omega he's never seen so much in his life. His heart pounds faster with each new noise that reaches him.
What would it feel like to look at him?
Longing pulls at his chest, an ache to lay eyes on his mate, to protect, to cherish. If he concentrates hard enough, he can almost still smell the sweet slick.
Another sound snaps him out of his trance, a grunt, then the musky scent of arousal. But not his arousal.
His roommate's.
Jungkook bites back a growl, forcing himself to swallow it down, something possessive clawing its way to the surface. Wooshik, another alpha, can see his mate when he can't. He has his scent even if it's faded.
He wants to barge in there and claw his eyes out. How dare he?
But he doesn't do that. Instead, he wrenches away from the door and rushes to his own room, closing and locking the door.
He fishes out his laptop and climbs in bed before booting up the device and searching peaches name, and keywords like "camming", "cam boy", "porn”.
He clicks on the first result he sees, taking him to a website where there are hundreds of adult cammers of all different types. But at the top of the list is an omega who is 'LIVE NOW', named Peaches.
He clicks.
The air is suddenly sucked from his lungs the moment he lays eyes on the omega.
Peaches, an incredibly stunning pink haired man with full lips and hooded eyes is laid out on his bed, pumping himself full of a knotted dildo, his musical moans loud in Jungkook's ears.
Jungkook can hardly breathe as he watches him fuck himself, the image so debauched that Jungkook is rock hard in record time. But he can't bring himself to look away from his face.
Peaches's eyes turn towards the camera, connecting with the audience, and Jungkook's heart stutters and his wolf is restless. He never thought fated mates were real, but he can feel it in his bones, in his core. This stranger is meant for him.
"You know the rules, darlings." The omega purrs. "Whoever donates the most by the time I come gets to keep these.." He teasingly tugs at his pastel pink panties.
Ah. So that's how Wooshik got them the first time. And he's planning to do it again. He asked for money from someone.
The thought of Wooshik having Peaches's scent again makes him feel a resentment he's never felt before. That can't happen.
Wooshik is not his alpha. He doesn't deserve him. But if Wooshik doesn't win, someone else will, likely another alpha.
Logic flies out the window, clouded by lust and longing for his mate as he creates an official account and rejoins the stream.
So far, the highest contributor is "alphashik123". It's easy to guess who that is.
With a deep breath, Jungkook submits a donation that is only slightly higher than his. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this." Jungkook breathes. The computer chimes.
Wooshik doubles his donation.
Now, Jungkook makes a decent amount of money as an IT tech, but he's not rich. Not while he's trying to save up for his own place. But he's already started hasn't he?
With a sigh, Jungkook pushes another payment through, going a little higher than Wooshik.
It's insanely difficult to concentrate on the donations piling in while Peaches twists his body so the camera can capture the toy fucking his tight hole, slick gushing from the edges with each thrust. His moans are becoming more frantic and higher pitched. He's getting close.
Jungkook frowns when he sees Wooshik's username pop up, doubling his donation once again. Jungkook curses to himself. How much money did he borrow just to get a pair of panties? It's kind of sad. But is he really any better?
Jungkook shakes his head as he donates again, keeping Wooshik on his toes by barely raising the number. Of course he's better. He's not doing it for his own pleasure. He just wants to keep this from Wooshik.
"Alpha.." Peaches moans, pushing the inflated knot into his hole. "M'so close... Fill me with your pups baby, I need it."
Jungkookk groans quietly, trying to ignore how much he's aching to wrap his hand around himself and finish with him. He still has work to do. With clear desperation, Wooshik triples his last donation.
Fuck. That's a lot of money.
"Oh, fuck!" Peaches gasps. "I'm gonna come all over myself just for you, alpha.”
Peaches wraps a hand around his leaking cock and pumps himself in time with the toy, his moans turning into breathless cries.
Just as white ropes of come start to pour out of him, Jungkook submits his last donation, double Wooshik's last one.
He holds his breath as Peaches comes down from his high, and he's mesmerized by the sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, his eyes hooded with blown pupils, the soft pants falling from his full lips. He wishes he could see his full face.
"Fuck, I needed that." Peaches sighs, tossing the dildo the side and rolling over to get closer to the laptop. Jungkook waits with bated breath as he scrolls through with a smirk on his lips.
"Congratulations, JK97. DM me your address and I'll be sending these..." He shimmies out of the panties and presents them to the camera, letting Jungkook see the slick practically dripping from them. "In the mail in the morning. They're extra wet, just for you, darling."
"FUCK!" Jungkook hears Wooshik shout from his room, followed by the sound of something crashing to the ground.
Jungkook smirks to himself as he DMs Peaches his address.
He fucking did it.