Jungkook looked at Jiminie, his face lonely and stoic like he had just realized he had a whore for a mate.
It was something that should have been unsettling for him, but he knew damn well that he had wanted to see the limits that Jiminie had. He knew damn well that Jiminie had had no notion back there. He had not been able to fight because it would have been pointless. Jungkook knew that, but he didn't mind trying to pin it on Jiminie. If anything, he was convinced that this was the only way to make sure Jiminie was his.
He had already made certain that Jiminie wouldn't be able to walk with his head held high in human society again. Jiminie would be forced to live with Jungkook because Jungkook was the only apparent safe space for him. Jiminie would never go home, because no parent would want their son after what Jiminie had been forced to do.
The way that Jiminie had moaned had made everyone believe that he had wanted to. What they didn't know was that when Jungkook had left, he had handed the janitor what looked like an EpiPen to use on Jiminie. That shit was a heat inducer and it had different adverse effects on unmated omegas, especially the human omegas. Oh, but Jungkook knew what had happened to Jiminie was Jungkook's fault.
How could it not be when he had planned it all until the very end?
When he had been the one to instigate all the heroes, all because he couldn't stand to see the people talk about Jiminie like he were a piece of meat that they wanted a state of? He had forced Jiminie out there to make sure they broadcasted whatever they were doing. It was not even that hard to tell because right now everyone was either watching those videos or already knew of the videos.
There was nowhere for Jamie to hide his face.
His parents wouldn't want him.
His family was disappointed in him.
The society wouldn't wait to see him without spitting on him. Jiminie was trapped and yet he didn't have the mind to think that he had been set up.
"Was it fun? Making me sit there when you knew they would do what to do? Was it fun when thy fucked your cunt with their filthy fingers when you couldn't even let me fuck you myself? Was it fun when you moaned for them when you didn't even want me to share the same bed as you? Was it fun?" Jungkook accused, his eyes red and teary.
He looked like he was the distressed one and he looked like he really was about to weep right now. His tears were already free flailing and he was looking at Jimmie, making sure to maintain eye contact just so Jamie would feel what he was feeling. Oh, but Jungkook was a monster of his own. This was madness, and he knew it would stop, but Jiminie didn't.
"I loved you and you didn't even tell me that I was your boyfriend. You didn't even want to look at me when they sucked the breasts that I was supposed to have. You didn't say no when the first girl touched you. You just let her, even when you sat in that chair. You didn't tell me you didn't want it. You made me believe that it was me you never wanted. And now you're looking at me like it was my fault well I ever did was love you… I… I'm sorry.
"...I didn't mean to cry, I just need space, please. I'm sorry," Jungkook said as he got up and walked out, making sure to slam the door hard, when he knew damn well that all he was doing didn't matter to him. He had Jiminie right here he had wanted him and there wasn't a thing that could change that.
The alpha then went to the training room.
It had been a white day once he had punched something. He was angry at himself more than he was at Jiminie, he was and that he had forced his mate into a position that he didn't like but he wasn't going to try a fact like that was the best he had seen.
It was perfect for him and she would be damned if anyone tried to call him otherwise. He wanted to stay here in this moment with Jiminie and he wanted to look at him forever, but he had things to do. Jungkook was a man on a mission and he wasn't about to step aside.
What he had done was what he had intended, but why was he guilty about it? Was it because he had ruined Jiminie's innocence in the worst of ways and he had no regrets about it? Oh, but Jungkook was angry and confused. So, he punched the punching bag, so hard that it tore and the sand spilled onto the floor. He didn't pause, instead he just loaded another bag and kept punching until he was bleeding. He didn't stop, not even when he heard the door to his training room open an hour later.
He didn't bother to look towards the door, because the scent alone as begun to tell that Jiminie is here
His bite on Jiminie's neck was something that Jiminie hadn't known of yet and Jungkook wondered if the omega didn't know about it or if he just didn't want to look at his body after what had been done to him. He couldn't even speak to Jiminie, but damn his peachy scent was messing with his mind.
"What is it now? Come to gloat and tell me that I wouldn't ever be able to satisfy you? Come to rub it in my face that you will never want me? Come to remind me that I'm unstable and that I can't be loved? Get the fuck out," Jungkook said as he threw a dumbbell in the direction of the door, aiming right at Jiminie's legs, but making sure that the tool didn't reach Jiminie. He couldn't afford to hurt that beautiful human. He would never hurt Jiminie again, that much he was sure of.
But fuck it if this wasn't the craziest of shit he had pulled on Jiminie.
"I'm sorry. I should have seen that you were hurting too. I was so cooped up in my pleasure that I forgot that you were there with me. It wasn't intentional. Please don't be mad," Jiminie pleaded as he walked towards Jungkook, his heart thumping inside his chest. He knew that this could go in so many wrong ways and he wished he could tell what the outcome would be, but Jiminie knew that he could predict shit when it came to Jungkook.
"So, what, you came to remind me I'm your sloppy seconds?" Jungkook accused shamelessly and Jiminie just smiled at him, like that wasn't the case. His body was aching, but he didn't want to go to bed after arguing. He wanted to make things right with Jungkook. Sure, he was screwed after this, but he didn't want Jungkook to be mad at him, this man was the only one on his side right now and he couldn't lose him. If Jiminie lost Jungkook, he would have nothing and that was not something that the omega wanted to explore.
"No…" Jiminie breathed.
"Then what?" Jungkook asked harshly.
"I love you," Jiminie began and Jungkook rolled his eyes as he punched up the next punching bag and began punching. He didn't look at Jiminie, perhaps because he didn't want to. He didn't know what he would do next if his Jiminie came and Jungkook's mind wasn't clear. He had already had enough regrets for the day, he didn't want to be the reason Jiminie got hurt again, That was something he couldn't handle.
"Koo… I'm really sorry," Jiminie said as he looked at Jungkook, his eyes soft, but Jungkook refused to look at him, so Jiminie knelt before Jungkook, ignoring the way Salah was moving fast while touching. Oh, but Jungkook was angry at everything.
"I want you," Jiminie breathed and when Jungkook didn't say a thing, Jiminie pulled his sweatpants down, and didn't let himself think, before he took Jungkook's cock into his mouth, making the alpha pause in surprise and everything else in between.
This was not what he was expecting.
Not Jiminie kneeling before him, voluntarily.
Not Jiminie apologizing when his glassy eyes and full lips were wrapped around his cock. He didn't expect just how Jiminie was sucking the life out of him.
Who the hell was this and where the hell was Jasmine?
"What the fuck?" Jungkook asked, as he took a step back.
But Jiminie didn't let go.
If anything, he stroked the alpha's length with his hands and kept sucking, and giving his cock kitty licks. It didn't take light for the alpha to release his entire load in Jiminie's mouth and the omega looked up at Jungkook, and swallowed all of it, not even letting a drop spill.
"D… did I do well… daddy? Will…. Will you fuck me now?" Jiminie asked and Jungkook knew he was doomed.
"Will you fill me up, daddy?" Jiminie begged prettily, and Jungkook didn't have the strength to say no.
"On your knees, sweetheart."