Jungkook

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The moan that escaped Taehyung's lips was almost plaintive. He pressed his back against the cool wall, trying to quell the surging heat, when heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor. The omega froze, listening, and immediately recognized that familiar, arrogant tone:

—What are you doing in there, baby, hmm?

The knock on the door sounded very insistent; Taehyung flinched, feeling his cheeks flush. He flung the door open, smoothing his disheveled hair, as Jungkook strolled inside with a smirk. Jeon's gaze dropped to the swollen, crimson lips, the light sheen of sweat on the neck, and the thin, trembling fingers.

—What the hell are you doing here? — Taehyung hissed, trying to push him away, but the alpha stood like a wall.

—Impolite, — Jeon shook his head. — I came, you could say, in response to a call. You were calling me so loudly, Taehyung-ie.

—I wasn't calling! It's just... Just... — Taehyung gasped, feeling the tips of his ears turn red.

—Just what? — Jungkook leaned forward, closing the distance. His voice grew quieter, with a slight rasp. — Just imagining me while you were pleasuring yourself?

Taehyung looked up at him, but immediately looked away, pursing his lips in indignation and shame. Jungkook is so arrogant, so terrible!! And... Desirable.

—Well, baby, will you admit it to me? Or will you keep playing hard to get? I always help those in need, after all.

Taehyung clenched his fists; he wanted to beat this idiot for saying such things.

—Go to hell, Jungkook, — Kim hissed, though his voice trembled slightly.

The alpha only smirked, stepping even closer, forcing Taehyung to press back into the wall, and loomed over him, inhaling the bright scent of citrus.

—How grumpy we are, cutie, — he purred, and his hands confidently settled on the omega's waist, squeezing slightly.

—Just try to do something, and I'll...

—You'll what? — Jungkook chuckled again, pulling him closer and whispering in his ear. — Start moaning my name again, baby?