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Jeongguk doesn't know whose idea it was to gift him a coupon for jiu jitsu lessons for his birthday, but he's taken it as a challenge. And if there's one thing about Jeon Jeongguk that is true to a fault, it's that he never backs down from a challenge.
The gym where the coupon was purchased from is nice enough. It's in the second floor of a washed out gray building in the middle of Hongdae, quiet save for the occasional hum of the AC and the muffled thumps of what Jeongguk assumes are people sparring.
On the glass entrance door is an engraved PARK JIUTSU ACADEMY in all capital.
"Hi, I've got a coupon for five lessons?" Jeongguk tells the receptionist, a beta with short cropped black hair and wide shoulders who is most definitely playing a video game on his phone and slacking on the job.
Jeongguk scratches the back of his neck and looks around, framed certificates and awards line the walls, most of them for various Parks.
Must be a family business then.
Without looking up at him and keeping one hand on his phone, the receptionist takes the coupon and takes a quick look at it, turning it to look at the back with furrowed brows like it's the first time he's seeing it.
Finally, he shrugs and puts an open log book in front of Jeongguk, a photocopied waiver, and a blue ballpoint pen wedged in the middle.
He goes back to his video game.
"Just fill out your information on the book, then sign the waiver. What size are you?"
"Sorry?" Jeongguk asks, scribbling his information on the next empty line on the log book. He ignores the fact that the last entry is from last week. No repeat names either.
Is jiu jitsu this niche?
He scans the waiver, which is just a standard ones gyms usually have. They're not liable for any injury, he promises he's in good health and not currently in heat or in rut, he understands this is a contact sport that involves physical activity, blah, blah, blah. Nothing Jeongguk hasn't seen from previous sports.
He scrawls his signature at the bottom.
"Your size. For the gi."
Jeongguk blinks back at the beta, nudging the log book across the counter when he's finished.
"I'm a beginner," he says, almost hesitant to admit it, but he does not know what the fuck a gi even is.
This time, the receptionist does look at him, confusion evident in his face and something else that Jeongguk can't put a name to.
That's weird. Do they not get new customers often? Jeongguk has double-checked the website to confirm that the coupon isn't a prank, so he knows that this is a legitimate jiu jitsu academy and that it's co-ed.
They even have good reviews on Naver.
The receptionist looks pointedly at Jeongguk's torso that is visible from where he's sitting down behind the counter. Jeongguk furrows his brows in confusion.
The guy isn't checking him out, that much he's sure of. It's more of an… evaluating stare. Sweeping across his broad chest and biceps, down to his forearms, to where his tattoos are visible where he pushed his hoodie's sleeves up.
His wolf bristles, urging him to puff his chest up, flex his muscles, show off his body with pride. He ignores it even as it bares its teeth in annoyance.
"Right… okay. I'd say a large jacket and medium pants, but let me know if it doesn't fit."
The beta pulls out a set of white uniforms from underneath. Jacket, pants, and a belt. It reeks of sterile detergent and bleach.
"Showers are over there, you can leave your clothes and shoes in the lockers. Remove any dangling jewelry." The guy points a thumb behind him down a narrow hallway, going back to his game.
Jeongguk clears his throat and takes the bundle of clothes in his arms. "Thanks."
Well, he knows his review isn't going to be a 5 out of 5 for Service.
He changes his clothes in the showers. Despite the annoying indifference of the receptionist guy he actually guessed Jeongguk's size correctly. The pants fit snug around his waist when he tightens the drawstrings, the hem stopping just at his ankle and the jacket hugs his chest nicely.
After a few failed items at figuring out the belt, he just resigned to tying it with a double knot around his waist.
In front of the mirror, he removes his necklace and some of his longer earrings. He tongues at his lip ring, deciding to just leave it on.
The teacher's not gonna punch him on the face, right?
Either way, Jeongguk boxes enough to know how to defend his face on reflex.
Walking back to the entrance, he sees the receptionist is now hunched over his desk, phone cradled against his ear while he whispers into it.
"I'm telling you, if Jimin accidentally kills an alpha during my shift I'm not handling it."
Jeongguk stops in his tracks, body going cold as the words sink in his stomach, his wolf tensing and getting uneasy.
"Yoongi, we had to refund the last student because Jimin nearly broke his ribs."
What the fuck. What the fuck.
That explains the silence, the lack of students.
Do they have a retired jiu jitsu champion beating up people in these lessons?
Jeongguk knows he should leave. Strip off the gi and never look back. Threaten Taehyung to tell him who among their friends had the sick idea of sending Jeongguk into this jiu jitsu academy like lamb to a slaughterhouse.
"I'll call you if something happens. If I don't call back in an hour, assume Jimin has killed me too."
He should leave. Now. While the teacher hasn't appeared yet.
But—
His wolf whines softly, tail flicking in distress.
What? Did the jiu jitsu master scare you off Jeonggukie?
He could imagine his friends' teasing, ruffling his hair and pinching his cheek. They've known each other since middle school and in their eyes Jeongguk hasn't aged past twelve. Even though he's long since presented as an alpha and has grown up to be a strong one.
Jeongguk would rather die than quit before he even started.
Self-preservation has never been his strong suit anyway.
He calms himself, the scent of salty ocean breeze softening from when it turned pungent with his anxiety.
In his mind, he prepares himself to go against someone that looks like Kim Donghyun, the retired MMA fighter. Or maybe Yoon Sungbin, the former Olympian. Big burly alphas with biceps as big as his head.
It's gonna be fine. He's here for a lesson, he's here to learn.
Surely, whoever Jimin is has enough professionalism to not attack blindly. Or their academy would've gotten closed down a long time ago for having a feral wolf as an instructor… right?
Jeongguk continues to walk back to the reception just as the guy sighs and turns, seeing him there.
Faintly, he smells the tang of sour coffee as the guy's ears turn red, but he keeps his mouth shut. He stands up, wordlessly leading Jeongguk towards the opposite hallway, where the sound of thump, thump, thump of someone hitting something is coming from.
On the last door to the right, the beta knocks, the thumping stops, and he opens the door to step inside.
Instantly, Jeongguk is hit by the thick smell of primrose—sweet, citrusy, sharp. His wolf's ears twitch in interest, and he takes a deep inhale as discreetly as he can.
Fuck. This scent is familiar to him. Not from this exact person, nor this exact note, but he'd met a few people who smell of primrose. It is native to Busan.
Jeongguk feels himself getting drawn to it, his salty ocean mixing with the sweet flower. It smells just like home.
He urges himself to focus, hands curling into fists as he takes another lungful.
The room is lined with a mat on the floor, foam around the walls, the name of the academy peeling from the surface. Aside from that, there isn't really anything else.
At the corner, a guy in a blue gi, a black belt around his waist, is sparring with a free-standing punching bag.
"Hey Jimin, a student's here for a beginner lesson," the receptionist calls out.
Jimin does a roundhouse kick, foot connecting with the top of the bag with a solid whack. He faces them from where he's standing, and if it isn't for the pep talk Jeongguk has already given himself, he would've had his jaw on the floor, canines and all.
In his head, Jeongguk has imagined the scariest athletes and fighters he knows of. From boxing legends to fitness influencers, alphas who are feared across the nation, he prepared himself to be face-to-face with them.
But holy shit.
Not only is Jimin an omega whose scent he's familiar with, but he also has the prettiest face Jeongguk has ever seen.
Black hair damp from sweat, tan face glowy, a bit pink on the cheeks. He's got these monolid eyes, a small nose, plump lips parted as he catches his breath.
His features are simultaneously sharp and rounded, and Jeongguk's brain short circuits when Jimin raises an eyebrow at him, looking at him from head to toe.
Jeongguk's wolf is urging him to present—significantly more insistent than when the beta was looking at him—stand up straighter, chin up, show the pretty omega that he's a strong capable alpha.
Jimin doesn't react save for a slight flaring of his nostrils before he looks at the receptionist.
You know me too, it's me, it's me, we come from the same pack, Jeongguk wants to call out, but he reins it in, chastising his wolf. It's just been a while since he last visited home, that's probably why he's like this, going insane over the smell of primrose that bloomed on the streets of Busan during fall.
"Seokjin hyung, you know I don't teach beginner classes," Jimin says, voice hoarse and low, a slight lisp.
Jeongguk swallows audibly, trying to stop himself from fiddling with the crooked ends of his belt.
God. This is the guy who broke his last student's ribs?
The receptionist, Seokjin, shifts on his feet and scratches the back of his neck. "I know, but you're the only instructor here now, so—I mean, should we just ask him to come back when Jihyun is here?"
Jimin looks at Jeongguk again, carding his fingers through his hair to get the strands away from his eyes.
"I'm not a nice teacher, pup. Up to you."
Oh, fuck.
That's a challenge if Jeongguk has ever heard one. He feels the familiar anticipation crawling under his skin, setting him on fire, and he resists the urge to scowl.
Instead, he bows his head, releasing his scent. "I'll be glad to learn from you, Jimin-ssi."
Sea salt fills the room, and he swears he hears Jimin take a sharp inhale.
"Did he sign the waiver?" Jimin asks Seokjin.
The beta nods, lips pursed and nose crinkled.
Jimin's lips curve in a wicked smile, looking at Jeongguk like he'll enjoy every single second of dragging him through hell.
"Okay. I will teach him."
"What's your name?" Jimin asks him once Jin has left with a whispered goodluck to Jeongguk.
"Jeon Jeongguk," he answers, walking closer towards the mat where Jimin is standing. Up close, the difference in their size is much more noticeable. Jimin has to tip his chin up to look him in the eyes.
His wolf paces, impatient—always fucking impatient—while he eyes the unmarked mating gland on Jimin's neck.
"Jeon Jeongguk. Have you ever learned jiu jitsu before?"
"No. Can I ask you a question?" Jeongguk holds the fabric of his belt tightly, looking into the omega's sharp eyes.
"I can't guarantee I'll answer it." Jimin cocks his head to the side and narrows his eyes at him, sweet primrose in his nostrils.
Pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty.
"Are you from Busan?" Jeongguk blurts out anyway.
That surprises Jimin, eyebrows furrowing as he looks at Jeongguk's face, wondering if they know each other, wondering how Jeongguk knows.
But they have not met before. It's me, you know me, we were together once, Jeongguk's wolf sulks, ears flattening on its head.
"Are you?" Jimin asks back, sniffing, so Jeongguk releases his scent. Surely, he will recognize it.
"I am. Saha District. You?"
Jimin's pupils dilate—a flicker of recognition—he swallows, adam's apple bobbing, then he nods. "I remember. Dadaepo Beach?"
Jeongguk can't help the smile that breaks out in his face from the mention of the beach in his hometown, the beach he smells like. The same sand, same shallow waters, the seaweed during low tide. "Yeah. You've been?"
"A long time ago. I'm from Geumjeong District," Jimin says, "We're gonna start with warm up laps, stretch your hamstring and shoulders."
Jeongguk follows Jimin around the mat in a light jog, rolling his shoulders.
"Jiu jitsu is all about making your opponent submit, taking control,” Jimin explains, “It doesn’t matter who you’re fighting—even if you’re an omega fighting an alpha—if you know the techniques, you can overpower them.”
Jeongguk vaguely wonders if that’s the reason why Jimin has a black belt in it, if he liked beating up alphas, or if he just likes taking control in general. He nods at Jimin, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
“We’re going to start with grip fighting, it’s the basis of all jiu jitsu moves. Without your grip, you can’t do anything.”
Then Jimin steps in front of him, grabs the collar of his jacket, and tugs.
Jeongguk hasn’t even registered the move when he’s already stumbling forward, suddenly out of balance and very close to Jimin’s face, pulled down to his eye level.
Here he is, a full-grown alpha of pure muscle and strong bones, wobbling on his feet with a single pull from an omega.
Fuck. He knows he’s a beginner but he’s very athletic, it should not be this easy for Jimin to sway him off his feet.
Jimin looks into his eyes, unfazed, and when Jeongguk tries to pull back Jimin holds him in place, the fabric of his jacket in Jimin’s fist.
“Okay—okay, I get your point,” Jeongguk says, cheeks heating up, looking away and trying not to show his embarrassment.
Finally, Jimin lets him go and he steps back. He can smell the satisfaction dripping from the primrose, and Jeongguk decides he’s right, Jimin does like putting alphas in their place.
He decides he’s going to put up one hell of a fight.
“That’s why the gi is important. In a sport where you use no equipment, the clothes are your one and only leverage. We commonly grip the collar, with your thumb inside, and the sleeves.”
Jimin teaches him the proper grip and hesitantly, he grabs a fistful of Jimin’s lapel with his right hand, his sleeve with his left, the cotton rough in his palm.
“And I just… pull?” Jeongguk asks, a bit awkward just holding Jimin’s clothes.
This is a different kind of fighting he’s not used to.
In boxing, his hands only connect with his opponents for the split second it takes for his punch to land. It’s defense and avoidance, being light on your feet to get ready to dodge.
It’s not letting your opponent get close to you—maintaining a safe distance.
Here, Jimin doesn’t pull back, he steps closer, mirroring Jeongguk’s grips until they’re holding each other’s clothes.
“Yeah. Try to overpower me.” Jimin’s face is so close that he sees his freckles, the beads of sweat on his nose.
Jiu jitsu is intimate, Jeongguk quickly realizes, when he tugs at Jimin’s clothes and Jimin does the same to him. In the middle of the empty room, breathing the same air that reeks of primrose and the ocean, they fight for dominance.
Jeongguk’s wolf stands in attention, restless, knowing that this isn’t real danger but wanting to fight anyway.
He can tell Jimin is gauging his strength, pulling him only with the same force he’s exerting.
Jeongguk can’t help it. He’s competitive and petty, and Jimin called him a fucking pup.
He plants his feet to the mat, crouching steadily, and his forearm flexes when he pulls Jimin harshly—not too much, just enough to make him lose his balance, get revenge for earlier.
There is a brief moment when he feels satisfied with his payback, Jimin giving in and almost crashing into him, then the rest plays like it’s in slow motion.
Jimin huffs a breath, letting himself fall forward before he steps into a lunge, stabilizing, twisting his hips and pulling Jeongguk’s body by his sleeve.
His feet leaves the floor, suddenly in the air, flipping—
The next thing Jeongguk sees is the gym’s water-stained ceiling, a noise coming up from his throat that sounds oddly like a dying animal.
Huh.
What the fuck just happened?
Jimin is leaning on his chest, knee pressing lightly over his stomach.
“Nice try, pup.” Jimin grins on top of him, and his eyes are twinkling with glee, scent fresh and sweet.
Oh, he loves this doesn’t he.
“That doesn’t seem like a beginner move,” Jeongguk croaks, trying to wriggle free but Jimin has him pinned against the mat.
Jimin just shrugs.
“Really? I’ve been doing this since I was twelve.”
It’s hard to breathe with Jimin’s weight on top of him, especially when his scent thickens in satisfaction.
As much as Jeongguk knows it’s a lesson and he knows nothing about jiu jitsu moves, his pride as an alpha overrides everything else.
And truthfully, he just wants to wipe that cocky grin off of his pretty instructor’s face. Sue him. Maybe he’s just a knothead alpha after all.
Jeongguk grabs Jimin’s wrists on his chest with one hand, the other pushing his shoulder, aiming to reverse their positions and tackle him to the ground.
He really should’ve known better. The black belt around his waist isn’t there for decoration.
With Jimin’s hands trapped in Jeongguk’s grip, Jimin spins his body around, thick thighs caging Jeongguk’s arm and twisting, forcing him to loosen his grip and free his hands.
“Ow—!”
Jeongguk feels a sharp pain in his forearm, Jimin’s knee digging into it beside him while they’re chest to chest.
The ceiling is starting to look really familiar.
He can feel Jimin’s breath on the crook of his neck, his lungs expanding against his own.
It should be easy for Jeongguk to throw Jimin off, he’s probably half his weight, but the way Jimin has his body pinned doesn’t allow him any purchase. His legs thrash against the mat, but the omega just presses his chest against him, firm in his hold.
“Hey, fuck—let me go—” Jeongguk groans, accepting his fate.
Jimin remains silent on top of him, and when Jeongguk stops struggling, he hears Jimin taking deep inhales close to his neck.
In the silence, he hears Jimin take a long drag, holding it in his chest before exhaling slowly.
“Are you sniffing me?”
Jimin stills, breath catching in his throat, and he slowly pulls away, getting off of Jeongguk to kneel beside him.
“No I’m not,” he says, but his eyes are dark, focused on Jeongguk’s scent gland on his neck where he was positioned just a few seconds ago. His adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and he looks like he’s in physical pain when he stands up, taking a few steps away.
Jeongguk can smell the shame coating Jimin’s scent, sees him running his fingers through his hair as he rubs at his nose harshly.
“I mean… it’s okay if you are?” Jeongguk says, sitting up on the mat to look at him, trying not to sound smug at the thought of the pretty omega liking his scent.
“I’m not. I was just locking you in place, in a formal competition it takes three seconds for the ref to call the point.”
Jimin folds his arms across his chest, looking down at him, keeping his distance. He’s silencing his breaths but the way his chest rises and falls is unmistakable.
Hoseok’s apartment is bright and warm, spotless as always. This is the reason why they always prefer to drink here even when Hoseok hates it and always says no.
Namjoon’s place has books on every available surface, Taehyung’s is always a mess with his paintings in various states of progress, and Jeongguk’s neighbors are assholes who always file a noise complaint against them even when they’re not being too loud.
So, Hoseok’s place it is.
“You really went to the academy?” Taehyung asks, chewing on his pizza.
Jeongguk sighs, drinking his beer. His entire body is still sore from being thrown around by that jiu jitsu instructor, and his wolf for some reasons has taken a liking to the omega.
“I did. Might as well learn a new skill.”
“Told you guys that’s a perfect gift,” Hoseok beams.
“How was it?” Namjoon asks beside him, half-rimmed glasses sitting on his nose.
His friends all look at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“It was okay. I was the only student, and…” Jeongguk swallows, trying to remember what happened, but if he’s being completely honest he retained zero information about jiu jitsu. All his brain can come up with is— “...the instructor is a pretty omega.”
The alphas exchange knowing looks.
It’s rare for Jeongguk to mention omegas, much less notice how they look. Even when he was newly presented, he’s always been more comfortable around fellow alphas.
“Are they any good?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow, interest piqued. They’ve been trying to set Jeongguk up for years now. He’s 28 and has never spent his rut with someone else.
On his birthday, Taehyung proposed bringing Jeongguk to an omega house, before both Hoseok and Namjoon shut down the idea and they ultimately decided on the jiu jitsu class vouchers.
“Yeah, got my ass beat for a full hour.” Jeongguk huffs, running his fingers through his hair as he feels the heat creep up his neck, remembering the way Jimin straddled his chest, how thick his thighs felt beneath the fabric.
Is it pathetic to already want to go back despite his bruises not even fading yet?
There’s just something about Jimin that draws him in—the sweetness of his scent, the sharpness of his eyes, the way his omega doesn’t cower.
Ah… Jeongguk is in trouble.
The following week, Jeongguk finds himself in the same gym. Still alone, still pretty much clueless.
“Let’s practice the grip you learned last week,” Jimin says, already getting in position.
“Are you gonna let me practice the take down?” Jeongguk stands in front of him, taking the lapels of Jimin’s jacket and the end of his sleeve.
Jimin purses his lips as he tries to suppress his smile, clearly remembering how he treated Jeongguk like his own personal punching bag last week. He shrugs, bending at the knees and grabbing at Jeongguk.
“Sure, go for it—”
Before he finishes what he’s saying, Jeongguk has pulled him down, slamming him onto the mat harder than he intended and getting on top of him the way he learned how to.
It might be cheating, but hey, all is fair in jiu jitsu. Jeongguk is pretty sure he’s heard that somewhere.
His wolf flicks its tail in satisfaction, having the omega pinned under them.
Jimin looks up at him with wide eyes, mouth open in a gasp.
Jeongguk cocks his head to the side, trying to burn the sight into his retinas, because he knows that once he lets Jimin go, the omega will never allow him to do this again.
“Mmm… how did I do, seonsaengnim?” he asks, grinning.
He feels Jimin struggle to get away, but he puts all his strength into holding Jimin down—a hand on his wrist, the other on his shoulder, his knee on his stomach.
There’s a rumble from Jimin’s chest, coming up in a humorless laugh. From up close, Jeongguk can see how his canines elongate slightly, and that should not stir something in Jeongguk’s stomach.
“Clumsy. You would’ve gotten disqualified from moving before I’m ready but I’ll let it pass…” Jimin’s eyes darken, and Jeongguk feels goosebumps down his spine with how deadly it looks.
Oddly enough though, his alpha doesn’t go on the defense, too busy being pleased. Stupid wolf.
In his moment of distraction, Jimin slips his other hand between them, raising his legs to wrap around Jeongguk, twisting them. He grabs one of Jeongguk’s arms, locking his thighs around his head, ankles crossed on Jeongguk’s chest.
Fuck.
Jeongguk thrashes, attempting to pull off Jimin’s legs that are pressing against his cheeks, the back of his head against Jimin’s crotch. He feels them flex, unmoving, and it should stop feeling this embarrassing but he can’t help it.
He hears Jimin chuckle.
“Not so cocky now, are you?”
“Well, you have your legs wrapped around my head, so I’d say this is a win…” Jeongguk quips, not wanting to just resign.
His dear instructor wants to play? Fine, he’ll play.
Jimin stiffens, primrose thickening in the air. He rolls them around until he’s on top of Jeongguk, an arm pressed against his clavicle, dangerously close to his neck.
His canines are longer now, and Jeongguk’s wolf paces happily. Zero self-preservation when it comes to the pretty omega.
“Say that to my face, I dare you…” Jimin snarls, voice dangerously low.
His lips are so plump, cheekbones high, a sheen of sweat making him glow. His body is so warm against Jeongguk, so solid.
“If losing in jiu jitsu means having your thighs around my head, I think I wouldn’t mind it so much,” Jeongguk says, grinning up at Jimin. At the back of his mind, he thinks that if he’s about to get all his ribs broken, it’ll be worth it.
Their eyes lock together, breaths heavy.
When Jimin inhales, his eyes almost flutter closed, and for a split second he looks at that side of Jeongguk’s neck where his scent glands are.
The air around them feels alive, their skins electric against each other even through multiple layers of fabric.
Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Jeongguk bares his neck, releasing his scent.
As an alpha, it’s not something you just do around anyone, much less an omega you barely know. Jeongguk has never even willingly volunteered to be scented by his previous partners. And yet—
Jimin’s chest vibrates with a satisfied purr, eyes half-lidded, almost looking like he’s hypnotized, inching closer to Jeongguk’s neck. It’s like he’s fighting his body; knowing he shouldn’t but wanting to anyway.
In the end, he isn’t able to resist, pressing his nose to Jeongguk’s neck and breathing him in, letting out a moan like this is his first breath of fresh air.
Jeongguk bites down on his lip, the drag of the tip of Jimin’s nose against his skin making him feel hot.
He exposes his neck further, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Fuck—” he hears Jimin curse, and for a second he thinks that’s it, Jimin’s gonna pull away like last time, get them back on track.
Instead, Jimin throws his leg over Jeongguk’s other side, straddling him fully, threading his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair and holding his head to the side so he can bury his face on his neck.
Jeongguk shudders, body pliant, mouth open as he feels Jimin rub his cheek against his scent gland.
“You… fuck…” Jimin tries to say, but stops in favor of licking Jeongguk’s neck, tongue wet and hot. “Why do you smell so good?”
Jeongguk moans, feels his cock chubbing up in his pants with every touch of Jimin’s nose and lips against him.
He’s enjoying this way too much but fuck, the way Jimin breathes him in is driving him insane.
Jimin turns Jeongguk’s head the other way so he can scent the other side too, getting more desperate by the second, licking and sucking on the skin.
“J-Jimin…” Jeongguk whines, body arching off the mat, blunt nails dragging across the back of Jimin’s jacket.
“Mhm?” Jimin hums in between lungfuls of that salty ocean breeze that he can’t get enough of.
“Seonsaengnim—”
“What is it pup?” Jimin whispers, teeth tugging gently on Jeongguk’s earlobe and sucking it into his mouth.
“Can I—Can I scent you too?”
Jimin wriggles on top of him, and only now does he realize the smell of slick in the air, the dampness on his stomach where the omega is.
Fuck.
“Yeah, you—yeah, please—”
Jeongguk sits up, caging Jimin between his chest and his legs.
Jimin almost looks drunk, a blush across his cheeks and nose, eyes half-mast. His lips are red and plump, and he bites down on it as he tilts his head, pulls Jeongguk by the back of his neck and guides him to his scent gland.
Smelling the primrose straight from the source makes Jeongguk feral, makes him forget why he’s here, mind filled with scenting the omega.
Jimin sighs, wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s head and keeps him there.
Jeongguk’s hard cock tents his pants, and no doubt Jimin can feel it on his back the same way Jeongguk can feel his slick soaking their gis.
God, Jeongguk wants to stay right here the entire day, don’t think he’ll ever get enough of that scent, the way it settles in his lungs, satisfying his alpha.
Jeongguk licks a broad stripe on the column of Jimin’s neck.
“Ahh—fuck—” Jimin moans, grinding his hips blindly against Jeongguk’s pelvis, searching for friction.
Jesus Christ. Jeongguk can probably pop a knot just with this.
“Jimin? Jeon Jeongguk? Are you guys okay?” Seokjin suddenly calls from outside the room, knocking on the door.
They stop at the same time, looking at each other with panic in their eyes.
“Yeah! We’re just finishing up the lesson,” Jimin yells back, voice thankfully steady.
“Oh… Okay, your next student’s here though, thought I’d let you know… I’ll tell him you’ll be a few minutes.” The beta walks away after, footsteps disappearing down the hall.
Jeongguk’s heart is beating fast, his cock still painfully hard. The room reeks of their combined arousal.
Jimin averts his eyes, face turning a deep shade of red.
“Sorry, that was… I don’t know what—”
“It’s okay,” Jeongguk cuts him off, squeezing his waist, “I really liked it.”
“It’s just—you smell—my omega likes your scent…” Jimin mumbles, glancing at Jeongguk’s neck, pupils dilating.
Jeongguk’s cock twitches, mind reeling at the thought of an omega like Park Jimin almost going feral for him.
Jimin must have felt it against his back because he raises a questioning eyebrow at Jeongguk.
“My… my alpha likes your scent too. I think it’s—because we probably came from the same pack—before—so…” Jeongguk stutters, his ears turning red.
His wolf likes Jimin, that much is true. He’s not really sure if that’s all there is to it though, because when Jimin nods and smiles at him, he feels something stir in his stomach.
This is fucked up. He shouldn’t be liking someone who gets satisfaction from throwing him around like a ragdoll.
“Yeah, okay. Well. You should probably go, I need to do my next class.” Jimin stands and pulls him up, straightening their clothes.
The damp spot on Jeongguk’s front is thankfully not too noticeable visually, but the scent will be unmistakable for everyone.
Jeongguk has half a mind to ask if he can take the gi home, so he can bury his nose on that spot, suck the slick off the fabric.
He wonders if Jimin tastes as sweet as he smells.
“There’s extra uniforms over here. Change before you go out. Seokjin probably won’t be able to notice it.” Jimin gives him an extra set of white uniform, taking a blue set for himself.
Jeongguk’s mouth waters when he sees the back of Jimin’s pants soaked through, the dark blue almost turning black with how wet it is.
Fuck. He needs to taste Jimin or he’ll go insane.
Jeongguk’s next lesson isn’t due until next week, but the day after Jimin scented him, he’s back at the academy, standing awkwardly in front of Seokjin.
“You were just here yesterday,” Seokjin says, as if Jeongguk somehow forgot.
“Yeah but… I’m really enjoying the lessons, so…”
Seokjin looks at him weirdly. Thank God he’s a beta and isn’t able to smell Jimin on Jeongguk. He’s been drowning in that primrose since yesterday, his own scent gland tender.
“Okay, whatever. Just sign in the log book and go change.” Seokjin waves him off, deciding that he doesn’t really care enough.
He goes back to playing games on his phone while Jeongguk makes quick work of scribbling his name on the log book, giddy at the thought of sparring—and scenting—with Jimin again.
He hopes they don’t get interrupted this time.
“By the way, you’ll have a different instructor today. Jimin’s off but his brother Jihyun is here—he’s usually the one who teaches the beginner lessons anyway, so you’ll have an easier time with him.”
Jeongguk’s pen stops mid-signature.
“What? But—Jimin’s teaching me.”
Seokjin doesn’t even look at him, just keeps tapping on his phone.
“At your level it wouldn’t matter anyway, you’re just learning the basics so… don’t worry, Jihyun’s much nicer than Jimin.”
As if summoned, an omega suddenly appears from the hallway, wearing the same blue gi and black belt that Jimin wears. He has the same monolid eyes, the same cheekbones, the same full lips, but it’s all… wrong. Different.
Jeongguk’s wolf whines, looking for his omega.
“Hi! Are you here for a lesson? I’m Park Jihyun,” he introduces himself, smiling and offering his hand to shake. His eyes crinkle the same way as Jimin’s, but where Jimin has that threatening edge to his, Jihyun’s is simply just warm.
Jeongguk shakes his hand, recognizing the floral scent of camelia coming from him.
“Hi, I’m Jeon Jeongguk—actually, the thing is, I started learning with Jimin so…” Jeongguk scratches the back of his neck.
He needs to go. There’s no reason for him to be here if Jimin’s not gonna be teaching him anyway.
“Oh, don’t worry, I have a black belt too! I’m sure I can—”
“No, no, I mean—I’m sure you’re really good, but…” Jeongguk clears his throat, not knowing how to get himself out of this situation.
He should’ve made sure Jimin would be here before he went. Or better yet, should’ve asked Jimin to meet outside the academy.
“We’re not sure when Jimin’s gonna be back, so… I highly recommend doing the lessons with Jihyun,” Seokjin says from the counter.
What do they mean they don’t know when Jimin will be back?
Just yesterday he was here.
“Yeah, Jeongguk-ssi, we can pick up where you left off with Jimin hyung, so…” Jihyun claps him on the shoulder, still smiling sweetly at him. Well, he highly doubts that.
His wolf urges him to get away, all wrong, all wrong, all wrong. Where is his omega? Where where where?
The glass door slams open, the metal handle hitting the wall so hard that the floor vibrates.
All three of them whip their heads towards the entrance.
Holy fuck.
Jimin, wearing nothing but a thin white shirt and cotton shorts, hair disheveled, is standing at the door. His eyes are dark, canines fully out, and the growl that comes out of him sounds feral.
His eyes zero in on Jeongguk.
“Hyung!” Jihyun exclaims, putting his body between them, as if protecting Jeongguk from the omega.
Behind the counter, Seokjin swears, slowly putting his hands up while he walks towards them and stands beside Jihyun, keeping Jeongguk behind them.
“Jimin, you’re supposed to be home, right?” he says.
“Seokjin hyung, I swear I locked him in before I went out, I don’t know how—”
“Get away from him,” Jimin spits, crouching low, stalking towards them.
Jeongguk’s heart is hammering in his chest, eyes locked with Jimin. This is not the Jimin he knows, not the Jimin who scented him just yesterday, and yet—
His alpha howls in glee, tail wagging like a fucking dog, urging him to go near the omega.
“Hyung, you’re in heat, you shouldn’t—” Jihyun tries placating Jimin.
In heat. Jimin is in heat.
Jeongguk didn’t smell it yesterday, but then again, he’s not really that familiar with omega cycles.
“Get the fuck away from him,” Jimin just says again, eyes not leaving Jeongguk for a second.
Even mussed up, Jimin is pretty, and the sickly sweet scent of primrose makes Jeongguk want to bury his nose on his scent gland. He takes a whiff of the air, ignoring the distressed tang coming from both Seokjin and Jihyun.
“How did you even get out? You should be home, Jimin—” Seokjin takes a tentative step towards Jimin, blocking Jeongguk from his view.
“I smelled him—that’s my alpha. Step away from him before I hurt you.” Jimin’s voice is pained, like he’s trying to take control, trying to be civil, but he’s in the thick of his heat.
“Smelled him? From the top floor?” Seokjin exchanges glances with Jihyun, obviously concerned.
Jeongguk peeks from behind Seokjin’s shoulder, sees Jimin with his eyes wild, a full predator despite being an omega.
“Jeongguk-ssi, sorry, I don’t really know how he managed to detect you but—”
Jimin slams into Jihyun, pushing him against the wall. He has an arm against his throat, growling in his face. “Don’t talk to him, don’t look at him, don’t be near him.”
“Fuck—” Seokjin freezes in place, torn between wanting to help Jihyun and not wanting to get his head bitten off by Jimin.
Jeongguk moves before he can think about it, and within three steps he’s pulling Jimin off from Jihyun, holding him by the waist.
Jihyun coughs, massaging his neck. Only then does Seokjin move to help, checking on him.
“Alpha…” Jimin mumbles, turning in Jeongguk’s hold to face him, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him down, going straight to scent him.
Jeongguk releases soothing pheromones, rubbing at Jimin’s back while he bares his neck, his wolf purring in satisfaction with having their omega close.
He tries not to think about the fact that his alpha already claimed Jimin, tries not to think of how Jimin referred to him as his alpha, went all territorial on him against his own brother.
“Jimin… are you okay?” Jeongguk asks, still caressing down Jimin’s side to calm him down. He feels Jimin melt against him, his scent slowly going mild.
He ignores the concerned looks from Jihyun and Seokjin who wisely keeps their distance.
“Jeongguk… alpha… help me…” Jimin whines, rubbing his cheek against Jeongguk’s scent gland, pressing openmouthed kisses on it.
“What… what do you need?”
“Want your knot…” Jimin licks Jeongguk's neck, rough tongue dragging on his skin, pressing his hip against Jeongguk’s front. “Need your knot alpha, please—”
“Jimin hyung—” Jihyun chastises, taking a step towards them.
Jimin untangles himself from Jeongguk and crouches in front of him, arms going up, as if ready to pounce. He lets out a warning hiss, scent immediately spiking again.
Jeongguk feels heat curl in his stomach. God, this is the first time he’s seen an omega act like this, even in heat.
It makes his alpha feel so good.
“I’m so sorry, he’s usually not like this in his heat, I swear—”
Another warning growl from Jimin has Jihyun closing his mouth.
“It’s okay, uhm—I’ll just, help him,” Jeongguk says, patting Jimin’s back to try and get him to calm down.
“Right, okay.” Seokjin looks at Jimin, arms raised and head bowed to show he’s harmless, not even talking at Jeongguk’s direction. “Jimin, your alpha’s gonna take you back to your nest, is that okay?”
Jimin takes a second before nodding.
“Your nest is on the fifth floor, can you walk with Jeong—with your alpha up there?”
Jeongguk places a hand around Jimin’s waist, leading him to the door. Instead of walking though, Jimin holds onto Jeongguk’s shoulder, then jumps, wrapping his legs around Jeongguk’s hips.
Instinctively, Jeongguk holds him by his thighs, carrying him steadily.
It’s like Jimin doesn’t want any space between them, pressing their bodies flush together, immediately back to scenting him.
Jihyun looks apologetically at Jeongguk.
Oh, if only he knows how much Jeongguk is liking this situation.
“Go. Last door to the left…” Seokjin mumbles, low enough that Jimin doesn’t hear.
Jeongguk nods and walks them both out, still releasing soothing pheromones as he climbs three flights of stairs from the academy to the residential area at the top.
“Alpha… please…” Jimin begs, thighs tightening around Jeongguk. He feels slick soak through Jimin’s shorts, the air turning sweeter.
“We’re here omega, open the door.”
Reluctantly, Jimin lets go of Jeongguk, just enough to press his thumb on the lock pad and open the door, then he’s back to rubbing his face on Jeongguk’s neck.
Once inside, Jeongguk is hit by how thick the smell of primrose is, coating every surface of the cozy apartment.
Now that they’re alone, Jimin seems calmer, breathing steady, a silent purr from his chest.
Jeongguk follows the smell to Jimin’s bedroom, where the door has been torn clean off its hinges, the outside locks uselessly hanging off the frame.
Holy shit.
Jimin must have kicked it down from the inside.
“How did you know I’m here?” Jeongguk asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed, just letting Jimin nuzzle him. The nest is cozy, blankets and pillows arranged neatly around it.
In the middle, he catches sight of what he thinks is his gi from yesterday.
“Mhmm…” Jimin hums, tugging at Jeongguk’s hair to expose more of his neck. “Smelled you… the moment you stepped into the building I smelled you. Knew you’re here, you came for me…”
Jeongguk’s chest swells with pride at being acknowledged.
Because yes, he did come for Jimin. When he got home yesterday he damn near turned around to go back. This morning all he could think about was the omega, he really had no choice.
On his lap, Jimin grinds his hips down, his thin cotton shorts already soaked and seeping into Jeongguk’s sweatpants.
“Fuck—” Jeongguk feels dizzy, Jimin’s arousal suffocating, the desperation under his skin so obvious. “Are you—are you sure?”
“Do you not want me, alpha?” Jimin asks, frowning, eyes shining, “Been thinking about your knot since yesterday.”
Jeongguk’s cock goes fully hard in record time, helpless in front of his pretty omega.
Jimin moans when he feels it under him, humps against it through the fabric.
“Ah fuck—you’re so wet—” Jeongguk feels slick soak through his boxers, and god, he just wants to tear Jimin’s clothes off and mount him here.
All his morals go out the window when Jimin licks his scent gland, sucking on it while he grinds his ass against the length of Jeongguk’s cock.
The friction sends pleasure straight to his core, and he bucks his hips up, groaning when another gush of slick soaks his lap.
“Wanna fuck you—wanna knot in you—please Jimin—” Jeongguk buries his face on Jimin’s neck, breathing him in, rutting his hips up, his instincts fully taking over.
“Yeah—yeah.” Jimin claws at his shorts, not wanting to get off Jeongguk’s lap to take it off properly.
With clumsy limbs, Jeongguk manages to scoot them up the bed until he’s sitting against the headboard, Jimin still on his lap. He pushes his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to get his cock out, Jimin immediately humping on it and covering it with slick.
“Fuck me alpha, breed me,” Jimin begs, tears almost forming at the corner of his eyes, his shorts still in the way, his small cock tenting the front.
Jeongguk pulls the fabric of Jimin’s shorts to the side, exposing his rim and guiding the head of his cock to it.
He can’t believe he’s gonna fuck his jiu jitsu instructor. Holy fucking shit.
Jimin’s mouth falls open, pressing down, rim loose from whatever he was doing to get through his heat earlier.
Jeongguk’s cock goes in and they moan in unison, the warmth so good around him that he has to hold onto Jimin’s hips.
“Wanted to fuck you since that first lesson,” Jimin gasps, impaling himself down Jeongguk’s thick cock, eyes half-lidded as he looks at Jeongguk.
Heat flares through Jeongguk’s body, remembering that day, how Jimin tackled him to the ground, sniffed him.
When he bottoms out, Jimin leans to kiss over his throat, his scent gland, hole clenching around him.
“Fuck, yeah?” Jeongguk thrusts up while he holds Jimin’s hips down, pushing his cock deeper.
Jimin moans, hands squeezing Jeongguk’s shoulder.
“Yeah—I think you—think you triggered my heat yesterday. I wasn’t supposed to—”
Jeongguk doesn’t really care to hear what Jimin wasn’t supposed to be, figures it doesn’t matter when they’re already here, when he’s already balls deep into Jimin.
He grabs the globes of Jimin’s ass and lifts him up, sees how shiny his cock is with slick, before letting go and pushing in.
“Ah—fuck—”
“Come on, ride me omega. Show me how good you are,” Jeongguk says, tapping Jimin’s ass.
Eager to please and chase his own pleasure, Jimin starts bouncing up and down his lap, thick thighs flexing with each drag of Jeongguk’s cock against his walls.
“Never thought I’d let a pup fuck me,” Jimin groans, eyes closed as he rolls his hips.
“How can you call me a pup when you’re fucking yourself on my cock?” Jeongguk scoffs.
Jimin doesn’t answer, just bites his lip as he rides him.
Jeongguk's pride can’t take it, even if his alpha is happy just to be in the presence of the omega, his pride won’t let this one slide.
Jeongguk manhandles Jimin off his lap, pushing him face down on the bed and pinning his wrists behind him.
“No—fuck—what?” Jimin struggles, back arching, his hole clenching around nothing.
“Call me pup one more time…” Jeongguk snarls, his other hand that is not holding Jimin’s wrists coming up to scruff the back of his neck.
He feels Jimin immediately go pliant, moaning and wriggling his ass up. He doesn’t say anything.
“Who am I?” Jeongguk asks.
Jimin whines, pushing back to look for Jeongguk’s cock but Jeongguk keeps it out of reach.
God, he looks so pretty like this, face red and dazed.
“Tell me what I am omega…”
Jimin turns his head and looks at him, his eyes a mixture of lust and annoyance.
Through gritted teeth, he mumbles, “Alpha—my alpha, please fuck me…”
Jeongguk grins, satisfied, his wolf howling, and in one swift motion he buries his cock to the hilt and starts fucking him properly.
“Fuck—yeah—”
The bed creaks with each movement, Jimin drooling on the sheets as he takes it, moaning incoherently.
“Yes, so good, holy fuck—” Jimin pushes back against him in rhythm, meeting every thrust. “Gonna come, please don’t stop, ahh…”
Jimin seizes when he comes, slick gushing around Jeongguk’s cock as he keeps his pace, chasing his own orgasm, his knot starting to inflate.
“Can I—Jimin, can I—”
“Yeah, yeah, want your knot, please. Knock me up, fill me with your pups—”
Oh, fuck.
Jeongguk sees white, pushing his knot inside and locking them together, plugging his seed. He fills the omega like he asked, his alpha satisfied.
“Mhmm… yeah…” Jimin moans, hole clenching around the base of his knot, milking him.
For a few seconds, there’s only heavy breathing while they recover, and only then does the situation dawns on Jeongguk.
“Shit—are you okay?” He scrambles, looks over where Jimin has his eyes closed, a small content smile on his lips.
What the fuck did he just do?
Jimin cracks one eye open.
“I am. Don’t you dare pull out,” he threatens, “And come cuddle me…”
Slowly, they adjust their position until Jeongguk is spooning Jimin, his cock still inside.
Ocean breeze and primrose meld together in the room, mixing together so well that Jeongguk doesn’t know how he ever thought he smelled pleasant before without the sweetness of Jimin’s scent weaving through his.
“I didn’t know learning jiu jitsu’s gonna lead to this…” Jeongguk mumbles against the back of Jimin’s neck, arms around his waist.
Jimin giggles. “Well, it usually doesn’t, maybe you were just especially bad.”
Jeongguk nips playfully at Jimin’s shoulder, but warmth blooms in his chest.
“Guess I’ll just need more lessons then.”