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"Ow! God fucking-"

"Taehyung!" Lady Jeon all but screeches from her place on the sofa across from him, scandalized. "You watch your mouth, young man. I know Jimin is practically family but you do not speak like that in front of anyone, including your family."

"Sorry, mama," Taehyung mutters down to his needlepoint canvas, which is no longer white and blue but now mixing dangerously with a red splotch spreading along the threads from where blood drips from his pointer finger. "I don't possess the talent for this."

Jimin stifles a laugh behind his hand, instead coughing into his palm delicately and keeping his head bowed to avoid the wrath of Lady Jeon himself. Even if he's mostly grown up in this very house, he knows he won't get a pass on being disrespectful just like Taehyung doesn't.

Still, he feels a bony elbow dig into his bicep as Tae discreetly leans over to make him feel at least a little of the pain his ego just had to endure at being scolded by his mother. They are grown, after all. It's always embarrassing when their mamas treat them otherwise.

It only serves to make Jimin want to laugh more. It's what happens when you grow up with someone. Being reprimanded together only makes things funnier.

"You need to practice if you want to impress your suitors this season with your talents," Lady Jeon says, threading her own needle easily and giving a nod toward Jimin. "Look at how well Jimin is doing after all of the time he's spent practicing."

"Thank you, Lady Jeon," Jimin says with a smile down at the purple flower he's finishing off.

"Suck up," Taehyung whispers beside him and Jimin keeps his head low to keep the mama across from him from seeing his smirk.

"Oh good, the tea is here just in time," Lady Jeon beams, rising from her spot and hurrying over to meet the servants as they roll in two trollies and settle a wide variety of cakes and teas out on the table toward the middle of the sitting room.

"Thank god," Taehyung laments, tossing his canvas to the side and slouching back in his seat. "I really can't do this anymore. I'm so bored."

"I know," Jimin finally allows himself to chuckle, though still softly so as not to be overhead. "I don't think I can keep up appearances of enjoying needlepoint for much longer. It's extremely dull."

"It's the only reason I'm excited for the season to begin," Taehyung says, sitting up and scooting closer to his oldest friend. "At least there will be things to do when it all starts up again."

"Agreed," Jimin nods, leaning in conspiratorially. "That and all the gossip that will begin once the newest debutantes are announced."

Taehyung's eyes sparkle. "Oh Jiminie, you are truly speaking to my heart."

Giggling, Jimin peeks over Taehyung's shoulder to ensure Lady Jeon is still preoccupied with the servants just as three of Tae's little cousins come racing into the room, running in circles around the tables and laughing brightly even when their aunt scolds them.

"Did you hear about the younger alpha Kim brother returning to town?" Jimin says with raised brows. "I keep hearing he's incredibly handsome but I don't know how anyone would know that since he's been away at school for years now." He rolls his eyes, smiling when his friend laughs.

"But apparently he's really intelligent. Like speaks three other languages kind of intelligent. I hear he's returning to the ton this season to look for a mate now that he's graduated and wants to settle down."

"Ugh, that's so boring," Taehyung huffs, making Jimin chuckle. "All that schooling and now he just wants to come here and settle? I can't even imagine doing that. If I knew three languages, I would travel the entire world for the rest of my days."

"I know I know," Jimin sighs because they've had this conversation a million times. How nice it would be to have choices like alphas do to do whatever they please. What he wouldn't give…

He can't allow himself to dwell on it like Tae does, though. Not when he knows it will never change.

Besides, he has something even better to entertain his friend with. Something he's been bursting at the seams to tell someone because it's that good.

"I also heard the Mins are coming back to town this season," Jimin whispers, beaming proudly when Tae whips around to look at him.

They've both been traveling all along the countryside separately over the last few months and while it's been a standard for ages, he still waits eagerly to return to the ton to tell his best friend all about the things he's heard and what they can expect for the season.

It's the most excitement they get as omegas.

Taehyung's eyes widen in surprise. "Really? The duke?"

Nodding eagerly, Jimin can't help grinning hugely, so pleased that he has information his friend has yet to hear. "Yes. Hobi was at the club with Lord Shim last week and he said the Mins are definitely returning to Min House this season. All of the Mins."

"Woah," Taehyung gives a low whistle. "I thought their eldest alpha son refused to participate in the season though? I've only ever heard he wasn't interested in taking an omega."

"Maybe his mama wore him down," Jimin giggles, tossing a glance at Lady Jeon still fussing over the snacks. "You know how ours both are."

Taehyung chuckles. "I know. Our poor mothers never planned on birthing spinsters, did they?"

"They also didn't plan on birthing soulmates, so I think it's really their fault for moving us across the street from one another," Jimin chuckles mischievously. "It can't be deemed all our faults."

Tae grins back, leaning over to bump his shoulder into Jimin's.

The Jeons and the Parks have lived across the street from one another for the better part of two decades, having bought their homes in the same year that both Jimin and Taehyung were born. It really was inevitable that they'd be close considering the youngest omega son in each family also debuted into society at the same time and just so happened to absolutely adore each other.

Honestly, a life with Taehyung sounds completely idyllic at this point to Jimin even besides the fact that he doesn't exactly have a lot of other options. They are both in their third year on the marriage mart with no prospects to show for it but it doesn't matter much considering they've both decided on being each other's life partners anyway. They'd made a pact the year they debuted that alphas just weren't of any interest to either of them and they'd simply live out their days together.

Even if both of their mothers aren't exactly thrilled about it.

It's incredibly lucky that both Taehyung and Jimin are the second born sons in their families since they are both omegas. While it isn't the most favorable thing, the pressure is slightly less on both of them as they both managed to luck out with elder alpha brothers. After it became clear during their first season out that neither Taehyung nor Jimin planned to make much of an effort in finding an alpha to match with, their mamas backed off significantly with an air of disappointment and regular tea hours to lament about their frustrating omega children.

And Jimin and Taehyung talk a big game to each other about it all, of course. That their mamas just don't understand that they don't need alphas. That even if society is unkind to unwed omegas, the two of them will persevere together and support one another forever more anyway. That there is nothing better than independence from it all, to not burden themselves with having to find suitable mates when they already have each other, plus the comfort of alpha brothers to care for them.

And those are nice sentiments of course. Most of them Jimin even believes in.

There's just one tiny little caveat to all of that of course. A caveat Jimin would never speak aloud to his very best friend in the whole world. A caveat that is less of a caveat and more of a secret. A secret that will remain locked in Jimin's heart for all time.

Because the truth is while Jimin believes in the independence of unwed omegas and disagrees with being forced to marry just to be able to move freely about in the world without a mama or a chaperone of some sort, he also would not let his principles stand in the way if he were ever to be lucky enough to find…

Well.

To find a love match.

It's silly, of course. The way the marriage mart works is not setup for love matches or even like matches, the whole point to marry off omegas for wealth or status or to simply get them out of their childhood homes and fully immersed into society. There really is no place for omegas to believe otherwise, no reason why they should hope for anything different really.

The problem is that Jimin reads books.

A lot of books.

And while he always enjoys a stirring tale of adventure or a book of fact, he will freely admit that his favorite books are those of the romantic nature.

The love nature.

It's his favorite kind.

And it's probably totally filled his head with nonsense and made him believe in something that doesn't even really exist.

But Jimin thinks he probably wouldn't find those stories as captivating as he does if it weren't for a tiny, insignificant detail. Just something small, something he barely lets himself even think about since it's completely ridiculous and frankly, irrelevant to his situation.

Something he'd never breathe a word of to anyone, but especially not Taehyung of all people.

No. That little something is one that Jimin will keep hidden way for eternity.

It's completely ludicrous anyway.

"I don't know if I've ever even seen the Min duke," Taehyung is saying thoughtfully and Jimin tilts his head to the side, trying to remember if he has either. "I think I vaguely remember his father from when we were kids but he died so many years ago now, even that seems hazy. Do you think he's handsome?"

"I'd think so," Jimin nods before pausing. "Although, the Mins are known for their beautiful white hair. So he's either incredibly good-looking or he'll look like a grandpa. It could go either way, really."

Laughing, Taehyung shakes his head. "Well, for the sake of the poor omega he'll choose, I hope he's the former and not the latter."

"I hope he comes to the first ball at least so we can see him. It's always so exciting to find out just who will be the prize of the season and I'm going to go ahead and guess a duke is going to be a top pick."

Taehyung shoots him a teasing grin. "You know, for two comfortable spinsters, we really do enjoy the gossip far more than we should."

"I'm not ashamed," Jimin shrugs with a chuckle. "What else is there to do around here for us?"

"Well you could make yourselves useful in welcoming home the owner of this house considering he's made such a long journey."

The way Jimin's entire body freezes at the sound of that all-too-familiar voice is both a comfort and a curse.

He's been reacting to it like this for years as it is but with so many months apart, the rush feels even more intense and his face is already feeling warm with the thrill as he turns quickly around to see him.

What's more embarrassing is the way Jimin's heart takes off in a sprint behind his ribcage at the sight before him, his whole frame responding like it always does, the muscle memory returning to him easily. He's already partially out of his seat as he lays eyes on him, moving without even consciously thinking about it, immediately drawn like a moth to a flame.

Because there, standing in between the open double doors of the sitting room in all of his beefy alpha glory is the eldest Jeon son, the viscount and the sole heir to the Jeon estate and fortune: Lord Jeon Jeongguk.

Or, as Jimin is lucky enough to call him seeing as they've known each other for most of their lives, Jeon Jeonggukie, one of Jimin's oldest, closest and dearest friends and, coincidentally, Taehyung's older brother.

Who also happens to be the object of all of Jimin's desires.

Not that anyone knows that. It's his biggest and best kept secret after all.

God, months away always makes it so much more intense. Jimin swears his feelings never shrink like he thinks they should with time apart. Instead, they feel like they only grow bigger the second Jimin sees him again, consuming him fully the minute their eyes meet once more, his affection only deepening and filling him to the brim with fondness and warmth and he can't help the full smile that spreads across his face even as he tries to keep it small and simple and welcoming like the old friends that they are.

The grin he gets in return is so big and so familiar and so absolutely beautiful, Jimin finds it hard to catch his breath, his pulse thrumming with the thrill of the viscount's attention like it always does.

"Jiminie," Jeongguk beams, tugging off his traveling gloves as he gives him a nod. "It's good to see you."

Jimin can feel his cheeks warm at the words even if they're simple, Jeongguk's kindness always something that gives him butterflies. He moves to step toward the eldest member of the Jeon family on instinct, goosebumps rippling out along his skin with the closest proximity they've had in months but he's unceremoniously cut off by Taehyung practically falling out of his chair and sprinting toward his big brother, managing to wrap one arm beneath Jeongguk's arm, the other going over his shoulder as he barrels into him with a firm hug.

"Hi Taetae," Jeongguk laughs, patting a firm hand to Taehyung's back as they embrace tightly. "I missed you."

"I didn't know you were coming home today," Taehyung whines, his words slightly muffled where his face is partially buried in Jeongguk's cravat. "Mama said you'd be away for another week at least."

"In her defense, I thought I would be," Jeongguk says, releasing his hold on his brother just in time for two of their small cousins to come running into the room, one wrapping little arms around his legs and the other around his waist with shouts of joy. "And what on earth are these little monsters doing in my house?"

"Uncle Ggukie!" the littlest one, Miri, cheers from where she's now standing on Jeongguk's foot and cheesing up at him. "You knew we were coming! Papa told you so!"

"Did he?" Jeongguk feigns confusion, furrowing his brow. "I don't recall receiving such a letter."

"You did so!" the other one now tugging on his pant leg, Sana, whines with a pout. "We even helped sign it and everything."

"Hm," Jeongguk shakes his head admonishingly. "You know it's not polite to show up to a viscount's house uninvited. Looks like a punishment is due course."

And with that, he scoops them both up with his strong arms and tosses them each over either shoulder, the two little girls shrieking in absolute delight as Jeongguk spins them around, hollering about how they must pay for their disrespect.

And Jimin knows he's standing there like an absolute fool, watching Jeongguk interact with his precious family like a swooning idiot but he can't quite bring himself to stop staring.

It's been so long since he's seen Jeon Jeongguk in the flesh like this and he can't help himself, needing to just enjoy the moment of finally seeing him again. Maybe it should be embarrassing but Jimin doesn't care. Not right now.

Actually, not ever really. He regularly lets himself indulge in these little moments simply being near this man. It's always been this way with Jeongguk. For Park Jimin at least. Ever since he was small.

But it's still always a bit jarring anyway when they all return to London for the social season each year. It still causes his heart a bit of chaos seeing the alpha in the flesh after time away.

They've been writing all winter, of course. Like they always do. Keeping in touch as best they can, although Jimin always feels like his letters lack the excitement Jeongguk's always seem to carry with his tales of traveling, the people he meets and the things he gets to do. Jimin reads them all over and over, finding new little details every time, reveling in sharing some small part of Jeongguk's journeys, even when he's continent or two away.

And looking at Jeongguk now, being embraced by his family, being the alpha of the house, Jimin wonders not for the first time if anyone out on Jeongguk's travels saw him like Jimin does. The man is downright devastating in his good looks and Jimin knows that's impossible to miss by even a passerby but there's so much more to him than his big, deep, expressive brown eyes or his wavy, bordering on wild dark hair that's always framing his face in the softest ways. Even his strong, sturdy frame immediately gives him away as an alpha long before his scent does.

But Jimin is sure that those people that get the privilege to meet Jeongguk fleetingly don't really get to know him. Not like Jimin does. They don't know the soft heart that sits nestled in that gorgeous exterior, the tenderness with which the alpha engages with those closest to him. They don't see the gentleness that lingers in Jeongguk's every move, the quiet realness behind all of his natural charm.

They don't know.

But Jimin does.

And it only makes things that much harder on him and his secret heart.

He watches with a smile for a little longer as the Jeons converge on Jeongguk to welcome him home, the extended family staying with them finding their way into the sitting room as well and soon the house devolves into a bit of chaos with the return of the viscount.

So with that, Jimin takes his leave. He figures he'll catch up with both Taehyung and Jeongguk soon enough as events begin for the season and he'll have time then to welcome the alpha home properly. For now, he can let him be with his family.

One of Jimin's favorite things about Jeon House is that he can come and go unaccompanied with how close their homes are and how truly Jimin is a part of this family. No one would ever think twice about him stopping by to visit his friend, even with a very eligible alpha in the house.

It's freeing and it makes it one of Jimin's favorite places to be.

But just as he's slipped into the hallway and made it most of the way toward the front door, he hears a familiar voice once again.

"Jimin!"

Turning, the omega finds Jeongguk half-jogging down the hallway, a massive grin already on his face.

And before Jimin can even answer, he's suddenly being swept up by big strapping arms and spun in a circle.

"Oh- Jeonggukkie!" he giggles helplessly, just shy of shrieking like the young Jeon cousins had done earlier with how much joy the gesture brings him. Jeongguk's familiar scent blooms around him in that warm way it's done since they were kids, the notes of leather and amber only deepening as they've gotten older, the warm spiciness of it seeping into Jimin's pores and making his skin prickle.

He's always been so partial to Jeongguk's scent. The waves of nostalgia and affection it always brings have become second-nature to him now but he knows it goes deeper than that for him. For his omega in particular. There's something about the way it wraps around him, settling over him like a warm blanket, like comfort and peace. He's always thought his own candied caramel scent would mix nicely with Jeongguk's if they were to scent one another. Compliment it well the way happily mated pairs always smell to him.

It's not the first time Jimin's wondered what it would be like to scent Jeongguk. To bury his face in that pretty neck and drown in thick spicy warmth.

But thoughts like that are dangerous and Jimin doesn't let himself think about it for long.

"I can't believe you tried to sneak out with hardly a hello," Jeongguk playfully admonishes as he settles Jimin gingerly back onto his feet. "My oldest friend not even greeting me after my long travels is an absolute travesty."

Jimin grins at him, giving Jeongguk's shoulder a playfully condescending pat. "My apologies, my lord. I can't begin to express my regrets over such an egregious act."

The smile he gets in return has Jimin's heart rising up on its toes and twirling so happily, he thinks he might float away all together. God, Jeongguk really is such a beautiful man.

"It's good to see you," the viscount says warmly. "And please, none of that lord stuff." He shakes his head. "I'd say we have a lot of catching up to do but I'm afraid I've given away all of my stories in my letters to you. Which, by the way, I should thank you for responding to. My little brother hardly bothered to reply to much at all so you were really my only source of information on how my family was doing."

"Of course." Jimin's cheeks flush with pleasure. Jeongguk is always so kind to him. "I did my best to keep an eye on them when I could as promised."

"And kept up with the gossip as well, I assume," Jeongguk smirks and Jimin ducks his head.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

Laughing in that sweet way he always has, Jeongguk shakes his head, still smiling. "Well now you've got to catch me up. I know your family is doing well and that both of your parents and brother are in good health according to your last letter so please tell me what else I've missed in the ton in my time away."

"Now why would I give away all of my secrets?" Jimin asks, biting back a smirk. "I'm not sure a viscount can be trusted with such information. Especially one who's delayed return is already sending the debutantes into a spin about his intentions this season. Will Lord Jeon himself be looking for a match this season considering he always seems to be the prize every omega is hoping for?"

Wrinkling his nose unhappily, Jeongguk tosses his head back and groans to the ceiling, "Not this again."

Giggling once more at the theatrics, Jimin can't help feeling very fond of this boy he grew up with. It's become a bit of a tradition each season now, to remind Jeongguk just how many of the omegas in town dream of being his mate one day, hoping desperately that this will be the year he finally chooses. Jeongguk has been the head of the Jeon household for the last five years ever since his father passed from a long illness and with his wealth and viscount status, he's become the most eligible bachelor in the ton.

It's also common knowledge that Jeon Jeongguk has no interest in taking a mate. Most of the debutantes are sure he's just playing hard to get, pretending not to want anyone simply for the thrill of it. They're all sure they'll get him to cave at one point or another, that they'll somehow pursue him just right and capture the prized alpha for their own.

They're all delusional, of course and Park Jimin prides himself on not being one of those omegas. Because he knows Jeon Jeongguk very well. He knows where the alpha's head is at. And it's nowhere near romance or relationships or creating a family of his own yet. Maybe in a few years' time, a luxury all alphas have unlike omegas who's clocks begin ticking the moment they debut into society, but right now Jeongguk is much more interested in traveling, in managing his family's estate and, frankly, in being free. Free to go about as he pleases, to live as he wants, to do and see whatever he desires.

His spirit is a wild one and Jimin knows he's not interested in having it tamed just yet.

What Jimin knows Jeongguk doesn't realize is just how enticing that is for a potential mate. How exciting that is. Even for the most buttoned-up debutantes, Jeon Jeongguk's allure is undeniably tempting.

And Jimin understands it. He always has. And he can't pretend to find it a shame that Jeongguk hasn't picked a mate. Jimin deliberately chooses not to think about that day at all, actually. Because he knows what a truly tragic day it will be for himself and his weak heart.

"You love to pretend you have no idea every omega on the marriage mart isn't prettying themselves up for the first ball solely because you will most likely be in attendance," Jimin teases, lacing his fingers behind his back and turning his shoulders side to side mischievously. "I clearly need to continue to tell you the truth of the matter so you don't lose sight of it."

"Ah yes, the dreaded truth," Jeongguk sighs dramatically before his eyes narrow slightly, pinning Jimin to the spot. "Just like the truth about my riding skills and my hairstyle and all of the other hard truths a very tiny omega always made sure to tell me when I was a child. Truths like that, Jimin?"

Pressing his lips together, Jimin does his very best not to laugh because these are old jests between them now. "That omega sounds quite unruly."

"Like you wouldn't believe," Jeongguk says with a very serious face.

And then they both dissolve into laughter.

"I was only trying to help you," Jimin can't help claiming, raising the back of his hand to his mouth to try and hide just how big he's smiling as he continues to laugh. "How was I meant to keep things to myself when you were doing them all wrong?"

"And you didn't care a bit that I was older than you," Jeongguk chuckles fondly. "You always were happy to tell me off with your little hand flapping at me like I needed to listen to you or else."

"Well, you would have done well to listen to me. I had all of the answers at the my high age of seven."

"And all the years after that as well," Jeongguk says with raised, pointed brows, only making Jimin laugh harder. "Honestly, when did you stop giving me the answers to life? I've been suffering without your esteemed guidance."

"Clearly," Jimin sighs. "Just look at the state of you. The head of your household, a viscount and the alpha every omega in the ton wants, traveling the world and seeing new things." He shakes his head with an air of disappointment. "Where did I go wrong with you?"

"I believe I should be the one asking that question as the eldest here."

Jimin gives an innocent shrug, beaming when the alpha playfully glares at him.

"So what about you, Jiminie? Are your plans for the season the same as Tae's?"

Jimin nods. "Always. Your brother and I are heading steadily into spinsterhood together."

"Neither of you are even close to being spinsters quite yet," Jeongguk corrects like he always does and Jimin looks off to the side to avoid rolling his eyes. "And don't roll your eyes at me, Park Jimin."

"I wasn't!" Jimin protests, trying to bite down on his smile when Jeongguk just gives him a look. "But what I am doing is trying to tell you that both Taehyung and I are happy with our choices so you don't need to worry so much. We'll be perfectly fine."

It's an old argument the brothers have between them but Jimin knows what Jeongguk thinks. That while it's fine for an alpha like him to hold off on marriage, he has bigger concerns about his omega brother and, by extension, Jimin considering Jeongguk's always seen him as an additional baby brother he needs to manage.

A pain point Jimin doesn't like to think about often. It always makes him feel a little guilty with just how big his feelings are for the viscount that the man himself sees Jimin as just a sibling he should watch out for. Guilty and very sad. But it's always been their dynamic.

So Jimin understands it. Jeongguk never says it directly to him of course. Never tells Jimin that he should get married and start a family like he tells Taehyung. Never pushes him or tries to convince him what's best. Probably because Jimin has his own alpha brother to do that for him. And since Jeongguk is close with Hoseok as well, he knows Jimin is quite well cared for.

Still. It doesn't make it sting any less knowing exactly what the viscount thinks. That it wouldn't bother him a bit if Jimin were to mate with someone else.

What a luxury that must be.

"Well then, I suppose this season will be quite dull then," Jeongguk sighs, pretending to be dismayed at the realization. "I was hoping for at least a little excitement this year."

"If anyone ever heard the great Lord Jeon was such a gossip, they'd never believe it," Jimin chuckles. "Am I going to be expected to keep you apprised of any new developments on the marriage mart as usual?"

"Of course," Jeongguk replies like this should have been obvious, grinning in his big handsome way that always sends Jimin's omega into a tailspin. "I expect my updates after every event, thank you very much."

"It will be my single priority this season, then," Jimin shakes his head. He glances over his shoulder toward the door. "I should get going so you can have time with your family after being away for so long. But I know he'll ask if I did this when I return home so I will say now: you must promise to come visit Park House soon to see Hoseok. He's already going to be irritated that I got to welcome you back before he did."

Nodding, Jeongguk lays a hand to his chest sincerely. "Please tell Hoseok that I have vowed to find him and absolutely bore him to death with stories of my travels as soon as I'm able to sneak away from my extended family."

Giggling, Jimin gives a single tick of his head. "I will relay the message accordingly."

"I expect nothing less." Beginning to walk backward, Jeongguk gives him a crooked little smile as he tilts his head to the side. "I'll see you soon, Jiminie."

With a little wave even as his heart trips all over itself in his chest, Jimin turns to head toward the front doors.

But just before he reaches the threshold, he can't help glancing behind him.

He only allows himself to watch the alpha walk away for a moment, letting his eyes to linger on the long line of Jeongguk's back, tracing the spread of his pretty shoulders carefully, the soft wave of his hair cascading down the back of his head and curling adorably at the base of his skull. It's only in private stolen moments like these when no one else is around to notice that Jimin lets his feelings run a little wild within him. He allows his heart to ache fiercely with longing, lets himself unlock the small room in his heart where he keeps all of his love for Jeon Jeongguk, feeling the door swing open and flood him with everything he's ever wanted, to imagine just what it could be like to freely love this man, to be his partner.

To be his omega.

And he will never speak this allowed to anyone else, never tell another soul that while he's comfortable with being alone, he would be more than happy to change course immediately to belong to Jeon Jeongguk.

But it doesn't matter as it stands and in the next breath, he's packed away all of his feelings once again, safely locking them up in the safety of his chest and then he's walking back toward his home.

It's a lovely thing to think about, of course. A life with the viscount. And it only hurts when he lets it take him over like that.

But this, Jimin thinks, is alright too. This life where he gets to see Jeongguk often, to still be close to him in some way, to enjoy his company and bask in his kindness and know him. Yes, this is a life Jimin has accepted.

And it's comforting to know this season will be the same as the last two. He will spend every event with Taehyung giggling and gossiping, he will steal moments with Jeongguk just to hear the alpha's sweet voice and all will be well.

Just another season where everything will be as it always is.

And Jimin thinks that's quite alright by him.

Within the first hour of the first ball, Park Jimin realizes it will in fact not be like every other season.

It starts out as it always does. Jimin's older brother Hoseok chaperones him for the evening and the minute they arrive, Jimin spots Taehyung lingering by the cakes table, his dance card dangling haphazardly from his wrist.

"Please fix that for him," Hoseok mutters as they descend down the stairs together, making Jimin chuckle quietly. "Even if he's not going to make the effort to find any dance partners, he should still be presentable. The queen herself will be in attendance for godsake."

"I will, but you'd better reprimand his chaperone as well for the oversight when you see him," Jimin teases, raising serious eyebrows at his brother. "He can't get away with anything just because he's a viscount."

Hoseok tips his head to the point and gives Jimin a little smirk. "Trust that I plan to have several words with that brat the minute I spot him. He's already in poor standing with me seeing as he's not even bothered to stop by and say hello since he's returned. He's not even turned up to the club for evening drinks this week. I'm starting to think he's avoiding me and I'll tell you right now that I'm not having it."

"Give him hell, brother," Jimin grins.

Hoseok laughs softly and gives a nod toward the younger Jeon. "Enjoy your evening with Taehyungie. I'm just over here if you need anything at all."

He nods towards several alphas he's friendly with and Jimin waves him off, making his way around the already crowded dance floor toward his best friend, flashes of all colors and fabrics filling his peripheral vision as people move around the floor in pairs. It's the only thing Jimin can say he dislikes about spinsterhood. He loves to dance and the fact that he's rarely asked at these things is always a bit of a letdown.

Not that he and Taehyung haven't spun themselves silly in the middle of their sitting rooms of course, pretending to be interested alphas and twirling each other around and around, laughing until their stomachs hurt but it's not the same thing, is it? It's not the same as being in the middle of all of the fun, letting the music guide his soul as he steps in time with his dance partner, moving around the floor with everyone else. The energy of couples connecting to the sounds of the string quartet in the corner of the room has always been something that's called to Jimin's heart.

But no matter. It's not like he's looking for a mate and considering that's the sole reason people dance at these events, his dreams aren't coming to fruition anytime soon.

So he finds his friend instead, smiling gleefully as he watches Taehyung duck down and attempt to surreptitiously stuff a large piece of pink cake into his mouth without anyone seeing.

"Ah, is this going to be one of those evenings then?" Jimin asks slyly, laughing harder when Taehyung whips around to look at him in surprise and then begins to cough in the process.

"Damnit Park Jimin," Tae wheezes, smacking a hand to his chest as he swallows hard. "I was trying to be sneaky."

"Well you failed," Jimin cackles. "I spotted you the minute I walked in plucking sweets from the end of the table. Even Hobi saw."

Attempting a sigh that turns into clearing his throat once again since it's irritated now, Taehyung rolls his eyes. "I was just trying to keep myself entertained until you arrived. Besides, the cakes tonight are really good."

Jimin shakes his head fondly. "I'm also meant to reprimand you for your dance card barely hanging onto your wrist. Was that your handy work or did your chaperone fail to catch that before you descended the stairs?"

Glancing down to his card, Tae frowns, pulling the string tighter in a futile attempt to straighten it out. "Whatever," he mutters. "The queen isn't even here yet."

"Which is why you shouldn't be eating the cakes yet either," Jimin reprimands. Tae clears his throat again and Jimin sighs, handing his friend a glass of lemonade. "Here. Let me fix your card. And drink this, it'll help soothe your throat."

"Ooh, careful there," Taehyung smirks even as he accepts the drink with one hand and sticks his free hand out limply toward Jimin. "Someone might think you're trying to court me with this lemonade and inspecting my dance card."

"That might be your best idea yet, actually," a sneering voice comes from just behind Taehyung and Jimin tenses immediately.

He doesn't even need to peek over Tae's shoulder. He knows exactly who that voice belongs to. And he can say with his entire being that the sound is one thing he didn't miss at all during his time in the countryside.

"I mean, considering no self-respecting alpha in this room wants either of you, you might as well just marry each other. Save us all the pain of watching you sit around stuffing your faces with sugar and only speaking to one another at every event of the season."

Choi Wonchul slinks into view from just beside Taehyung's shoulder, offering the pair a greasy smile as his small entourage file in behind him, all with similar smirks on their faces, all with cruelty twisting their lips.

"Wonchul," Taehyung grinds out from between clenched teeth without bothering to look over at their fellow omega. "Nice to see you as always."

His eyes stay locked on Jimin's, both trying their best not to engage. They'd learned that over the last few years after debuting the same year as Wonchul; doing something as small as looking in his direction could be seen as a slight and only increase his unpleasantness.

"And you, Tae Tae," Wonchul mocks the nickname he'd managed to catch Jimin calling his best friend once and never letting it go. That's kind of Wonchul's thing after all. Not letting things go.

Wonchul is the only child of the highly respected and very wealthy Choi family, his debut something that was talked about all over the ton for years leading up to it with his grace and beauty, managing to command every room he entered with his sharp jawline and high cheekbones, his dark hair styled flawlessly in the newest fashions, always having a gaggle of both alpha admirers and omega debutantes following in his wake just to soak up some of his aura. He'd been named the diamond of the season in Jimin's debut year but refused to settle for just anyone, turning down proposals of both a viscountess and a baron in the same year.

Unfortunately, that had also been the same year that Jimin and Taehyung had unintentionally ended up on Wonchul's bad side when at the third ball of the season, Taehyung had slipped on a section of a tablecloth laying along the floor and rattled his glass of champagne in his hand hard enough for it to splash over the rim and splatter onto Wonchul's baby blue evening attire. And considering Wonchul had been in conversation with a suitor at the time, he'd deemed this quite the insult.

However, as Jimin has come to find out, Wonchul realized soon after that Taehyung was the younger brother of Lord Jeon. And since the omega knew just exactly how eligible of a bachelor Jeon Jeongguk really was, well. He decided to take a different, more underhanded route to exact his revenge so as not to sully his chances with the extremely suitable and handsome viscount.

So while he isn't exactly kind to Taehyung, most of Wonchul's fury lands on Jimin, using him as a proxy for his vengeance apparently. Which seems deeply unfair but there isn't much Jimin can do about it with Wonchul's status and reputation. He and Taehyung do come in a pair after all. It can't exactly be helped. Or stopped.

Wonchul is known for his vicious jabs and withering glares, happy to turn anyone he determines as in his way of a perfect match to stone with a simple glance. He doesn't see competition within the omegas also on the marriage mart so much as he just sees obstacles to get to his goal. And both Jimin and Taehyung have been determined to be very serious obstacles in his quest to land a marriage proposal from Jeon Jeongguk.

He's far from the only omega in town vying for Jeongguk's affections but he's certainly the most likely with his beauty, cunningness and wealth, his hefty dowery only sweetening the deal of mating him.

To Jimin's utter delight, Jeongguk has shown little to no interest in Wonchul's pursuit the last few years, managing to dodge most interactions with a polite smile or excuse to tend to Taehyung and, by association, Jimin, which has only served to stoke Wonchul's ire toward the two. If Jimin didn't know any better, he'd say Jeongguk has made a bit of a game out of it.

Of course, the alpha has no idea just how ruthless the omegas on the marriage mart can really be to one another. And Jimin knows Taehyung purposefully keeps it from his brother just like Jimin keeps these things from Hoseok.

It wouldn't do either of them any good to be complaining to their alpha brothers about the cruelty they've endured. Especially if one of their alpha brothers ends up married to their tormentors.

"Jimin," Wonchul turns his piercing gaze as soon as his false pleasantries are through with Taehyung. "You're looking rather tired. Have you not been sleeping well? Has the stress of never finding a mate been keeping you up at night?"

"You seem more concerned about my prospects than I am," Jimin says with an equally insincere smile. "Maybe you should worry about yourself considering you happen to be in the exact same position as little old me."

Snorting derisively, Wonchul gives him a pointed once over. "I am nothing like you."

"And yet, you manage to waste your time with me at these events when you should be securing yourself a match," Jimin tsks, shaking his head in disappointment. "Such a shame."

He knows better than to provoke Wonchul but these little jabs have become terribly tiresome. Jimin's always found it a bit silly that Wonchul thinks his remarks have the desired effect of hurting when both Jimin and Taehyung have made it pretty clear that neither of them intend to find a mate. It doesn't bother Jimin that alphas don't show interest in him because he's set on his life plan already.

Wonchul's scowl only deepens, even as a smirk curls his lips bitterly. "I hear your parents didn't even bother returning to the ton this year. Why is that, Jimin? Was it because they just couldn't stand to watch their failure of an omega son not find an alpha once again? Was it too painful for them to continue to watch?"

Again, this doesn't bother Jimin because that's actually not the case. Neither of his parents care much if he mates or not since they already have their alpha heir in Hobi. His mother tried very hard to be involved and support Jimin's entrance into society his first year out but overall, it just wasn't of much interest to her because it wasn't of much interest to Jimin. She enjoys the ton when it suits her but for the most part, she'd rather travel around with Jimin's father and leave Hoseok to chaperone. This year, the Parks had simply decided to forego the season altogether and spend their time abroad.

It's not as strange to Jimin as it probably is to every other parent with an omega offspring on the marriage mart. His parents have never bound themselves to playing by the rules of society. It's a major reason why Jimin doesn't feel any pressure to mate and marry.

Still, he gets why someone like Wonchul might find this more scandalous than it is. And Jimin is happy to smile a little smugly and shrug.

"Since my parents have never called me a failure in my life, I don't think that was the reason," Jimin says, tilting his head slightly to the right. "But please feel free to carry on about things you know nothing about."

The way Wonchul's eyes flash tells Jimin he hit on something a little too close to home and he has to bite back a laugh since it's kind of Wonchul's fault for setting himself up like that.

However, when Wonchul narrows his eyes, readying an obvious attack on anything from Jimin's clothes to his character, it's Taehyung who mercifully interrupts the coming blow with a little hiccupped gasp.

One quick look at him tells Jimin it wasn't on purpose since Tae is no longer watching the verbal spar between the omegas.

Instead his eyes are trained on the staircase.

Jimin follows his gaze, his eyes widening when he spots four identical heads of blonde hair making their way into the ball. Very blonde. White blonde.

"My god," Wonchul murmurs beside him, swaying in the direction of the family like a shark smelling fresh blood and Jimin feels just a pang of pity toward the Mins, vaguely wondering if they have any idea that they're slowly descending into a viper's nest.

Well.

Jimin tends to think they have some idea considering all three Min children have stayed away from society for as long as possible. He'd heard rumors that their omega mother had kept them away after their alpha mother had died, afraid of losing her family and being completely alone, the tragedy of that becoming somewhat of a scandal in the ton.

However, looking at the distinguished woman that clearly is the dowager duchess, Jimin has a sneaking suspicion none of that is true. She doesn't look like a broken, terrified woman.

She looks strong and proud.

Her eldest and only son guides her into the ballroom on his arm, their matching blonde hair almost comical as the two younger female Mins bring up the back of their party of four. Jimin doesn't know their first names, only that all three are alphas and are several years older than him. They look regal and intimidating, gliding into the ballroom like a quartet of angels, heads held high, pointedly ignoring the way the room has gone still in their presence, every eye on them.

They are beautiful, really. Jimin can't even really judge all those openly staring. It's been years since this family has been in society and Jimin has to wonder if those who've been friendly with them have been keeping the secret of just how attractive this family really is. He's sure half the mamas in this room would have simply marched their available offspring out to the countryside and demanded an audience with all three alphas in hopes of making a match if they'd known what they were missing out on. Looks and status are everything in society and clearly this family has both.

The Mins float their way toward the opposite side of the room and Jimin has to stifle a laugh at the way Wonchul's eyes haven't settled, clearly calculating how best to make his way over there without making it obvious that's what he's doing. Taehyung seems to be equally entranced, though not making similar moves, simply frozen in place and staring like he can't help it.

The string quartet begins again after the Mins stop moving and the dance floor comes to life once more. Jimin doesn't miss the wandering eyes of several omegas already engaged with a dance partner as they spin their way past the new family present.

Jimin waits until Wonchul begins to slink away without another word, grateful his attention has been directed elsewhere by the new arrivals before Jimin sidles up beside his best friend and gives him a nudge, giggling when Taehyung startles so hard he almost falls over.

"Wow," Jimin shakes his head. "Are you considering going head-to-head with the Choi Wonchul in a battle for the Mins' affections?"

"What?" Taehyung frowns, swiftly glancing at Jimin with a frown before his gaze is back on the family of blondes. "Of course not."

"Why not? You are way more charming than Wonchul, I bet you could make it happen."

Taehyung attempts to snort derisively but the way he's still staring gives him away entirely which has Jimin grinning smugly. "Shut up."

"Never," Jimin declares, slapping a hand to Taehyung's shoulder and giving it a shake. "Come on. You can't be teased about a little crush? They are all very good-looking, it's not like I don't get it." He looks pointedly over to the Mins but Tae huffs.

"I don't have a crush," he insists. "I'm just surprised-"

He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale of breath, his entire body going rigid, eyes flaring wide. His hand flies out to grab Jimin's like he needs something to hold onto, to steady himself.

And Jimin doesn't even have to ask why.

Because the Min son, the duke himself, has just looked in their direction.

From across the room, it's hard to tell who or what exactly he's looking at but it certainly feels like he's looking right at them.

And Jimin can say for certain the duke is not looking away.

Jimin's own heart even seems to stutter-step in his chest before taking off at a sprint, which is silly since his heart has been spoken for since he was seven but even it knows when to recognize and appreciate the attentions of true beauty. He manages to subtly shift just a little, hiding his grip on his best friend's hand behind his back because they are both holding on for dear life at this point.

"Is he…" Jimin whispers in awe, feeling Taehyung's fingers dig into the skin of his hand mercilessly.

"I think so," Tae murmurs back breathlessly. "What do we do?"

"I have no idea."

"Me either."

"Do we just stay here?"

"Yes."

"Forever?"

"Yes."

"I don't think… oh god. Tae, oh my god, he's-"

"He's coming over here. Jimin. Jimin, he's coming here, he's coming."

"Shit."

The duke does seem to be coming directly toward them, carefully making his way across the dance floor like people aren't moving and swaying around him. He's light on his feet though, side-stepping when required and easily maneuvering right out of the way, but his eyes never leave the spot the omega soulmates are standing.

Jimin gasps and releases his grip on his friend because honestly, if the duke is actually coming over to them, they can't be holding hands like lost children. Tae doesn't seem to realize this because he flails momentarily, searching for Jimin's hand behind his back again before landing a grip on Jimin's hip that makes him have to stifle a squeal, flinching away sharply-

And running right into a firm front of someone.

He whips around, an apology on his lips but relief washes over him when Jeon Jeongguk grins back at him.

"Are you two causing trouble already?" the alpha asks with a smirk, chuckling when both Jimin and Taehyung look at him alarm. "What? Are the cakes too sweet?"

"Brother," Taehyung whisper-shouts, flicking his gaze toward the dance floor and then back, eyes somehow impossibly wider. "He's coming."

Jeongguk looks entirely too amused. "Who's coming? The ghost of spinsterhood?"

But Tae shakes his head quickly, trying desperately to silently convey what he needs but by then, it's too late.

"Lord Jeon."

An incredibly deep voice joins their group, rumbling in between them like warm honey and Jimin's face flushes a deep red at the sight of the duke standing oh so close to them. He smells a bit like lavender if Jimin is catching the scent correctly, and his blonde hair is somehow even more white up close, his skin a soft pale with his pink lips standing in stark contrast like flower petals laying on porcelain.

He's very delicate looking for an alpha, about the same height as Jimin and slender, his dark almond eyes serious as he greets Jeongguk, his gaze briefly sweeping over both Jimin and Taehyung, though Jimin is sure they linger for a fraction longer on his best friend. The duke laces his hands behind his back respectfully and seemingly doesn't look away again from the viscount.

Taehyung has become a block of ice beside him but Jimin isn't fairing any better. They rarely get this kind of attention. Not at balls, not at society events, not anywhere. Not to say the Min duke is here for them. Maybe he's just here to greet Jeongguk and be on his way.

Jimin doesn't know but he's quite overwhelmed, his stomach doing somersaults as he stays rooted to his spot.

"Ah, Yoongi my good man," Jeongguk beams ever so casual at their newcomer, sticking out a hand for the duke to shake before leaning in with a brow cocked teasingly. "Please, none of that lord business. Or should I be saying your grace since we're in mixed company here."

The duke, or Yoongi apparently, motors out a laugh from somewhere deep within his chest and Jimin can't help staring. "Well, I figured I'd better be careful just in case."

"Understood," Jeongguk nods back before waving his hand toward the omegas at his side. "This is my baby brother Taehyung and our family friend Park Jimin."

"Gguk," Tae whines under his breath, shooting a daggered glare at his brother. "I'm not a baby."

Jeongguk gives him a placating smile. "Sure you're not."

"It's nice to meet you both," Yoongi says kindly, giving Jimin a nod and then…

Well.

And then his gaze moves to Taehyung and turns into something else altogether.

Jimin watches raptly as Yoongi just shy of bows to Tae, respectfully acknowledging him in a way Jimin hasn't seen much of toward omegas, especially not by someone with such a high title. He watches as Tae responds a bit wobbly, managing his own unsteady bow.

And then Yoongi clears his throat.

"Mr. Taehyung," Yoongi says, his deep voice making him sound so serious, Jimin actually holds his breath in anticipation of what will happen next. "I was hoping to ask if you would honor me with a dance this evening."

Jimin has no idea what exactly he was expecting to come out of the duke's mouth but it certainly wasn't that. He and Taehyung rarely get asked to dance, mostly because they show little to no interest in any of the affairs going on at balls, either spending the evening giggling together in a corner or trying to see who can eat the most sweets without getting sick or simply just chatting together about their own thoughts and ideas since alphas don't usually seem to care much about such things. It doesn't exactly invite suitors to approach which is exactly what they both want.

Usually at least.

The two Jeon brothers fall quiet after Yoongi's question, clearly just as shocked as Jimin is by the request. They're quiet for so long in fact that the duke starts to frown, obviously concerned he'd overstepped or maybe his question wasn't a welcome one.

"You…" Jeongguk starts, trailing off with a furrowed brow as he glances over to make sure that Yoongi was in fact addressing his sibling. "You want to dance… with Tae."

It comes out as more of a confused statement than a question but Yoongi nods all the same, mirroring his confusion before giving a little shake of his head and extending his hand out, palm up toward the viscount. "I mean. If it's alright with you, of course."

Jimin steals a glance at his fellow omega and regrets it immediately when he has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to keep the laugh from bursting free from his mouth. Taehyung looks terrified, the surprise mixing painfully obviously with fear like Yoongi is here to kidnap him and take him away.

Which. Is definitely different than the irritated indifference Taehyung usually exudes when an alpha even dares to look in his direction at events, let alone actually approach him. Jimin's been privy to quite a few of Tae's scornful looks which are usually then followed by a torrent of disparaging comments muttered in Jimin's ear about how this is why Taehyung never wants a mate because all they do is look at omegas like they're meat to devour and that's just unacceptable.

But it appears now that Taehyung isn't about to scoff and turn away or make the excuse that Jeongguk needs him and escape, oh no.

Because his terror is slowly and very clearly turning into something else.

Jeongguk hasn't replied to Yoongi, his eyes still carefully on his brother in case the omega does need a bail out like he usually does, and Jimin holds his breath, unsure of what's going to happen next.

But when Yoongi turns to Taehyung and extends his upturned hand, Jimin manages to suppress a gasp when Tae accepts it as if in a trance.

"Sure," Tae murmurs, folding his fingers over Yoongi's so gently, Jimin wonders if they're even touching. "I… yes."

The duke smiles then, slow and sweet, and gives Jeongguk a formal nod before he pulls his brother away.

Taehyung doesn't even look back, allowing himself to be carried off.

And Jimin expels the breath he's been holding.

"Did that…" Jeongguk tries once the pair is out of ear shot, shaking his head like he's trying to clear his thoughts. "Did that actually just happen?"

Jimin giggles, shamelessly watching Yoongi wrap his hand around Taehyung's waist as they settle into position on the dance floor. "Apparently so. And Taehyung didn't even throw a fit or anything. Do you think he's unwell?"

"Probably," Jeongguk replies with a shrug, tossing a smile at Jimin that makes his heart flip. "Or maybe he's actually interested? Yoongi is a duke after all."

"Not possible," Jimin shakes his head immediately. "Taehyung's never interested in anyone."

"Well sometimes things can change?" Jeongguk replies, still sounding confused, looking on as the music begins to swell.

"They certainly do."

Wonchul's slimy voice responds before Jimin can and Jimin watches as the omega slips just between the two, effectively blocking him from view. He must have doubled back when he saw the duke heading their way.

Or he clocked Jeongguk. Jimin knows the viscount is always on Wonchul's radar seeing as he's his first choice if he has one.

Wonchul turns to the alpha, pretending as though Jimin isn't even present. "But they really make a handsome couple, don't they? I'm so happy to see Taehyung take to the floor for once."

Jimin rolls his eyes and tries to side-step around but the omega maneuvers perfectly to keep him out of view.

"Mr. Wonchul," Jeongguk says tightly, clearing his throat. "Good evening."

"My lord," Wonchul croons, syrupy sweet and sultry as he bows deeply. When he rights himself, he glides even closer to the alpha. "It's always lovely to see you."

"Mm," Jeongguk says noncommittedly and Jimin resists the urge to laugh.

But Wonchul seems undeterred. "Well, seeing as your brother is occupied for the moment, I'm wondering if you may spare some time for me this evening? I do have one more free space on my dance card and I'd be more than happy to have your name on it, my lord."

He holds out the wrist that holds his dance card, limp and pathetic and docile, working his fan in overtime just over his chest and even from here, Jimin knows he's doing that thing where he tilts his head and peers up from beneath his lashes, subtly showing his scent gland without being overt.

It's silly because Jimin is almost positive Jeongguk has no interest in Wonchul at all. He always seems a bit irritated when the omega is present and while Jimin knows Tae doesn't share the actual vileness of Wonchul's true nature with his brother, Jimin has always had the sense that the alpha just knows somehow. Or at the very least knows something is off about the eligible omega.

But even so, he can't quite help holding himself very still, waiting impatiently to hear what Jeongguk's reply will be. He may agree simply to be polite with no deeper meaning of course, but.

Jimin still secretly hopes he doesn't.

It's petty as hell but with how little Jeongguk takes to the dance floor at balls, it still makes Jimin mildly insane when the alpha does agree on rare occasions. He hates to see another omega even near Jeongguk let alone being guided around the floor by those strong arms. No one should get the pleasure of being close to the viscount like that. It's irrational, Jimin knows, but he's never claimed to be clear-minded when it comes to Jeon Jeongguk.

He feels a bit stupid standing here hidden behind the omega he loathes the most but he can't bring himself to walk away just yet.

Not until he hears the alpha's response.

"Ah," Jeongguk says and Jimin holds his breath. "Forgive me but I've already promised this dance to Jiminie here. If you'll excuse us."

And then without warning, the viscount has darted around Wonchul and grabbed Jimin's hand, dragging him out into the already moving crowd of pairs before either omega can reply or protest.

Not that Jimin is even considering protesting.

He's more than happy to dance with Jeongguk.

Even if it is more of a means to end as opposed to something Jeongguk actually wants to do.

"Okay so don't look now," Jeongguk murmurs as he sweeps Jimin into his arms, easily falling into step with the rest of the crowd on the floor, Jimin's stomach flipping as they go. "But I think Wonchul may be trying to destroy you with his mind."

Jimin, trying his best not to smile, attempts to roll his eyes, waiting for the next spin to spot the omega and –

Well. Indeed, Choi Wonchul does look like he's trying very hard to make Jimin burst into nothing right on the dance floor, his face resembling the color of a tomato, visibly directing all of his fury straight to the omega.

A terribly loud laugh bursts from Jimin's mouth without his consent, followed by a horrifyingly unbecoming snort and he smacks his palm against his lips so hard he winces, mortified when he realizes just how many people around them turn to look. Even over the music, the sound seems to echo around the ballroom and Jimin wants to faint from embarrassment, keeping his head bowed as his face heats, trying to disappear even as the viscount continues to lead them around the dance floor.

It's only then he feels the shoulder beneath his hand shaking so hard, Jimin actually risks the chance of showing his cherry-red face and looks up to find Jeongguk silently snickering at the omega like that was the exact reaction he'd been looking for.

"Jeongguk," Jimin hisses, scandalized, even as the words he's saying seem to roll out over more laughter he never approved of releasing but apparently can't be stopped at this point. "That was entirely your fault."

"Oh and I take full responsibility, Jiminie," Jeongguk chuckles, his eyes twinkling. "That might be my most favorite thing that's ever happened at a ball so thank you very much for that."

He tries his damndest to look menacing but the smile on the viscount's face tells Jimin he's missing by a mile. "I might have to kill you after this."

"My money's on Wonchul turning you to dust long before that happens so I'm not afraid," Jeongguk says smugly.

It's infuriating that it only makes Jimin laugh harder, clapping a hand over his mouth to avoid any further humiliating sounds and doing his best to turn away to get himself under control even as Jeongguk twirls him on the spot.

It's always like this with the alpha, always bright and playful and fun. Jimin is always just so happy when he's with Jeongguk.

So he lets himself enjoy his dance with him, lets himself soak in the attention and enjoyment of being held close and turned around the room, even if this is just a dance of convenience to get away from Wonchul. It's not the first time they've done this and it certainly won't be the last. But it's still special to Jimin. Any moment with Jeongguk is special.

But just as the song ends and Jimin's joyful little cloud is about to lower him back to earth, his eyes fall on his best friend currently preparing to bow to the duke to thank him for the dance.

It's such a short interaction. Jimin had hardly even seen them dance together being wrapped up in his own situation. But he's watching now, seeing the fierce eye-contact, the way Taehyung is reluctant to release his grip on the duke, how they stand closer than necessary to thank one another.

It's over within seconds and they move in different directions off of the dance floor.

But Jimin knows. Instinctively, he can feel it in his gut.

Things aren't going to be the same this season.

Everything is about to change.

His worries are solidified into true fears the very next day. Even when Taehyung tries to deny it.

"He just asked me to dance," Tae is saying as they promenade while their maids follow along behind them, far enough away as to not overhear their conversation. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Really," Jimin replies flatly, raising his brows pointedly when his friend looks over at him. "He's the first alpha you've ever happily accepted a dance request from without kicking up an entire fuss, scowling the whole time and then denouncing the entire marriage mart the minute you returned to my side. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself."

"I did," Taehyung says, clearing his throat when he realizes just how quickly he'd agreed and decidedly not acknowledging the smug smile Jimin is giving him. "I mean. He was just. It was nice. That's all."

Jimin snorts a laugh. "What did you two even talk about?"

Huffing, Tae adjusts his hold on Jimin's arm, shaking his head. "I don't know. Nothing. He's quiet but in a soothing way." He looks away as if to hide what he says next but Jimin hears him anyway. "And he smells really good."

"Tae!" Jimin cries, pretending to be absolutely horrified. "You thought an alpha smelled good?! What happened to your claims of all alphas stinking up rooms and swearing you'd never, ever be interested in their 'disgusting overpowering scents' for as long as you live? Who even are you?"

But the other omega doesn't smile. He stares straight ahead, apparently choosing to ignore Jimin's jabs and doing his utmost to act like his friend's teasing isn't phasing him in the least.

Unfortunately for him, Jimin has known him long enough to know all of his best friend's tells.

"You know," Jimin murmurs, leaning a little closer in even as Tae tries not to let him. "It's okay if you like him. There's nothing wrong with it. In fact, it's very much encouraged around here."

"Yeah, by everyone else," Tae mutters, sighing. "But I never… I didn't want this. You know I'm not interested in marriage." He freezes, eyes widening as he shoots a glance at Jimin. "Not that Yoongi wants to marry me or anything, I didn't mean-"

"Yoongi, is it?" Jimin cuts in slyly, grinning when Tae ducks his head. "The duke asked you to be on a first name basis, did he?"

"God, I really shouldn't speak out loud," Tae bemoans, looking up to the sky as if to ask for mercy. "My head is too jumbled and now I'm just revealing all of my inner thoughts to my bratty best friend."

"Hey, I'm not a brat!" Jimin laughs. "I'm just trying to help you. You can be honest with me, you know." He gives their hooked arms a little nudge. "It's okay to feel something."

Tae huffs out a breath. "Is it?" he says softly, unsure. "Because what does that make me then? A hypocrite? I've spent so much time denouncing the entire idea of the marriage mart and the treatment of omegas as awards for alphas, and for what? Just to become the very thing I loathe?"

He looks down at his feet. "What does that say about me?"

"It says you're human," Jimin says easily, smiling gently when Tae meets his eyes. "It says that you still hold all of these opinions. It just may be that your viewpoint has been altered a bit by outside forces."

His stomach swoops when he realizes he's saying the very things he's held so close to his heart all of these years. That while he shares all of Taehyung's thoughts and views on just how the world has been setup, he'd still also happily accept a marriage proposal from one particular alpha.

But he stops short of saying just that.

Because his unrequited crush is obviously very different than the situation Taehyung is in with the duke.

"Outside forces?" Taehyung chuckles.

"I'd absolutely call the duke an outside force, yes," Jimin giggles. "But what I'm mostly saying is that we can have our views but they can also change to fit our lives. We've always been told our only value as omegas is to marry well and be done with it. And you and I have vehemently rejected that notion. But I think we can have both."

Taehyung gives him a skeptical look. "How so?"

Considering, Jimin shrugs. "You can choose to have your own value, even if you do marry. If you marry the right person. And maybe you just haven't been interested in marriage with every other alpha until this one because they weren't the right alpha."

Taehyung doesn't reply right away, clearly lost in thought and Jimin lets him spin, hoping his words will sink in somehow. He wants Taehyung to be happy. He does. Above his own happiness even. And he's okay with being alone, even if the balls and events will become rather dull without Tae by his side. He thinks it will be okay. He thinks he'll be able to survive it as long as he knows his best friend is happy.

And besides that, Jimin still has Hobi. And Jeongguk even. He can still live with his brother and enjoy spinsterhood all the same, even without Taehyung.

It's fine. It's all fine.

"Well," Taehyung says at length, swallowing harshly. "It's a good thing we don't have to worry about all that since it was just a single dance. I don't foresee a marriage proposal anywhere in sight. Maybe last night was just. I don't know. A fluke."

And there it is again. That feeling. It's something akin to dread but in an inevitable way, like things are about the change in an extremely major way and Jimin isn't sure he's ready for it.

But he can't help feeling pleased for his friend anyway. Even if things do change, it will be okay because Taehyung will get to be happy. And for that, Jimin can't find it in himself to be upset.

Even if it makes his insides squirm a little bit with the unknown.

Even though Jimin hadn't believed Taehyung for one moment about this whole thing with the duke being not a big deal, he only realizes days later just how much it would change things if it did turn out to be a big deal.

How much it would alter Jimin's little world.

He'd been holding onto a small bit of hope he hadn't even realized that maybe Tae could have this and their friendship would remain the same.

But things become a lot clearer a lot quicker when a few days after the ball, Hobi lets Jimin tag along to the boxing ring with him.

The ring is in an old empty warehouse down by the docks and really only a place that alphas frequent considering only alphas are allowed to fight one another as means of sport and competition. Half the ton comes out to bet on outcomes of local fights and enjoy the company of one another and Hobi's been coming here for years. He knows a few of the regular fighters and even trains with them on occasion, returning home with black eyes and bruised ribs and trying to hide the smile through the entire tongue-lashing their mother would always give him.

Jimin has been to a few fights on evenings when there isn't much else to do but truthfully has always found them a bit boring. Seeing two alphas punch each other isn't really something he's interested in. He'd rather be out riding through the meadows on his beloved horse or sneaking into the other side of town with Taehyung to look through the many stalls of goods always lining the walkway even though they aren't technically allowed to be over there, especially alone.

But coming to sparring sessions is usually pretty enjoyable. Tae always comes along with Jeongguk and he and Jimin spend their time gossiping while their brothers take turns beating each other up so it's a nice change of pace from their usual afternoon promenades through the park.

Jimin's gaze is already scanning the area looking for his friend as he follows Hobi into the building, not even considering that his afternoon will be anything other than telling Tae all about the newest letter he'd received from his mama this morning about her time in the Americas.

What he gets instead is a terrible disappointment in himself when he feels his heart drop

the moment he sees who is inside.

A few dozen alphas are here today, some gently sparring in corners of the warehouse while others are simply chatting together, sitting along the wooden bleachers in small groups, some cheering for the two actively fighting in one of the two rings setup on either end of the giant room.

Jimin's eyes, however, land on a particular pair at the bottom row of the bleachers.

Because there sits Taehyung and Min Yoongi, close enough that it's clear they're in conversation but far enough to keep appropriate, their heads bent toward one another almost intimately. Tae's fingers are twisting together over and over in his lap like he does when he's nervous but his big eyes never leave Yoongi's, listening raptly to whatever the duke is saying, his gaze flicking between Yoongi's eyes and his lips.

An unwelcome ache of worry crashes through Jimin and for the first time in… well, maybe ever, he isn't sure if he should approach his best friend. If he shouldn't go casually sit down with him and Yoongi and join in on the conversation. It's an awful thing to realize and it leaves Jimin faltering in his steps momentarily.

"You okay?" Hobi asks from just a few paces ahead, turning and frowning at his brother.

"Hm? Oh, yeah," Jimin says, his eyes darting helplessly to Tae and then away again, trying to focus on something else.

Hoseok follows the glance, sighing softly when he sees it. "Ah," he nods. "Those two must be getting along well then."

Jimin hums in reply, decidedly not looking back over there and instead checking around like he's interested in the dingy architecture of the warehouse and trying to decide what to do here. He can't go home without a chaperone, especially not in broad daylight and he doesn't want to ask Hobi to escort him back when they've only just arrived.

He'll have to make do on his own, he supposes.

"Are you going to be alright?" Hobi asks hesitantly. "I told the guys I'd spar with them for a bit but if you're not comfortable-"

"No no," Jimin says swiftly, forcing a smile at his brother. "I'm fine. I'm good. Go be with your friends. I'll… find something to do."

Hobi stares him down. "Are you sure? Because we can go-"

"I'm sure," Jimin says, trying to chuckle lightly. "I'll eventually go and be with Tae. I'm just going to give him a moment longer with the duke before ruining it."

The sound Hobi makes is a soft admonishing one. "You don't ruin anything, little brother. If anything, you only make things better. For everyone around you."

"Oh my god, go," Jimin laughs for real this time, giving Hobi a light push. "I love you and appreciate you always but I'm perfectly fine being on my own for a little while. Besides, I'll be within your line of sight the whole time. It's not like you can get lost in this place."

Giving him a glare that has absolutely no bite behind it, Hobi finally relents, taking a step back with a shrug. "Fine. But if you need anything at all, come and find me right away. I'm happy to go whenever you're ready."

Rolling his eyes, Jimin shoos his brother off, his heart feeling very grateful for the love and kindness his sibling always shows him but his head is telling him to go find somewhere to hide, somewhere to be out of anyone's way, to keep to himself.

He needs to learn that anyway since his one companion is clearly about to belong to someone else soon.

No time like the present to start getting used to this.

He waits until Hobi has stopped turning around to check on him every few paces and then slinks away to the opposite side of the room where Tae and Yoongi sit, deciding to settle into a spot on the bleachers that looks blocked by one of the rings in the center that sits high up enough to keep Jimin out of sight from the other side. He doesn't want Taehyung seeing him and worrying or worse, stopping his conversation to go be with his friend. Besides, there are quite a few people here as it is and Taehyung is clearly much too absorbed to notice anything around him.

Yes, Jimin thinks he's safe here.

Crossing one leg over the other primly, Jimin laces his fingers over his knee and glances around. No one has taken any notice of him which is perfectly fine with him. He's happy to remain unseen. It makes it easier to let himself observe, to take in who is fraternizing with who and keep up with the gossip in the ton. It's not much but it keeps his mind moving since there is little else for an omega to do.

He can see his brother just off to the side of the ring catching up with some familiar alphas as he rolls up his sleeves preparing to spar. Hobi's always been one of those alphas people gravitate toward and while his future title of baron doesn't hurt, it's mostly his personality folks seem to enjoy. And Jimin of course gets it but as he gets older and watching Hoseok now, it sinks in further just how well respected and well-liked his elder brother actually is.

Jimin can't help smiling as he watches a few alphas say something that has Hobi laughing and then shaking his head, waving a hand out in front of him as if to dismiss whatever's been said. His friends don't stop though, seeming to goad him but Hobi continues to gesture in the negative, still chuckling as he does so.

Not for the first time, Jimin wonders what it would be like to be an alpha. To move about freely in the world, to do as he likes whenever it suits him. To have the right to box on a Tuesday afternoon if he so wishes, even if the sport doesn't interest him a bit.

It's the kind of thing he and Taehyung have discussed so many times and he feels a bit of sadness creep over him, realizing again how things are going to be different from now on with Tae courting and potentially marrying.

A rowdy cheer from the other side of the warehouse has Jimin's head turning in their direction, watching as several people stand at the edge of the other ring furthest from Jimin, clapping and calling out loudly toward the two alphas currently circling each other between the ropes. Jimin cocks his head, gaze sweeping over the ones making noise before he looks up to the fighters.

And his heart all but stops in his chest.

Later, when he's alone, Jimin will be ashamed of himself for this. He'll toss and turn beneath his sheets, unable to shake the feeling of embarrassment and wish fervently for the ground beneath his bed to simply crack open and swallow him whole, mattress and all.
But in this moment right here, Park Jimin can't think of any of that. Right now, right here all he can do is try to breathe at the sight before him.

Because Jeon Jeongguk is one of the two boxers in the ring, the other a female alpha Jimin recognizes as one of the Min sisters with her white blonde hair sitting snuggly in a braid down her back. But she isn't the one taking his attention right now.

Because Jeon Jeongguk is currently shirtless. Damp with sweat, his firm bare chest glistening beneath the sunlight coming through the windows, Jeongguk's body is carved out like those sculptures Jimin has seen in the queen's museum, the lines of his frame following one another all along his arms and torso, disappearing into his breeches tantalizingly.

Good god.

He's…

Jimin can't find the words to describe it.

Something warm and unsettling nestles in Jimin's belly, swirling around like frosted sugar and making the back of his neck feel so hot, he's sure it will burn his fingers if he touches the skin there. He'd almost believe he had a fever coming on but as he watches a bead of sweat trickle its way down between Jeongguk's very bare, very firm pectoral muscles, Jimin knows it's something different altogether.

Something dangerous.

It's not that he's never seen the naked upper body of a man. Hell, he's even seen the body of this particular man.

But.

They were just boys then. Just children stripping down to go swimming in the pond nearby or swiftly changing into respectable attire after a day out playing in the sun. It was different.

It wasn't like this.

The tips of Jeongguk's raven hair are wet and clinging together here and there, hanging in his eyes like black daggers, shaking with every punch he throws or dodges. He grins when his opponent manages to land a blow to his stomach, laughing through catching his breath before he's back to it, barreling forward and swinging with precision, his powerful body moving him this way and that and Jimin is absolutely captivated. Goosebumps race out from underneath his skin as his pulse begins to race.

But he can hardly focus on calming down. Not when every fiber in his being has centered right onto Jeon Jeongguk and his naked torso.

Jimin's always thought Jeongguk was one of the most beautiful people he's ever laid eyes on and while this moment only solidifies his belief, it's also so much… more.

Jimin doesn't even know the word for it.

All he knows is that he's never been one for violent sport but he thinks he'd be happy to watch Jeongguk do anything that includes damp and bare skin on display.

Even just thinking that makes him blush.

He feels like he's in a trance, unable to look away from Lord Jeon and his gorgeous body, watching raptly as the muscles in Jeongguk's shoulders ripple with every punch he throws, pulling taught and bulging in a way that has Jimin's heart feeling like it's dropped low into his stomach and beats so wildly, it's making him feel a little faint. His world has narrowed down just to this man, the one he's been so in love with for all of these years and Jimin vaguely wonders if this is the moment he finally snaps and lets his feelings drive him truly insane.

The spell only breaks when Jeongguk tumbles to the floor with the Min sister, both laughing good-naturedly and calling a truce as the alphas watching them boo teasingly and call for next round, already wanting to challenge one or the other to a new fight.

Jeongguk falls just enough out of Jimin's line of sight that the omega can finally catch his breath, blinking his dry eyes rapidly as he realizes he hasn't so much as looked away from the viscount in god knows how long. Clearing his throat, Jimin avoids looking at anyone, trying to keep his eyes and thoughts on something other than Jeon Jeongguk's state of undress, shifting in his seat to try and shake off the feelings he's having.

And that's when he feels it.

He freezes in his movements and clamps his thighs together so tightly they start to ache because he knows what that is. He doesn't have a name for it. He isn't even sure if it happens to anyone else. But recently, he's been waking up more often with the same feeling between his legs, a warm and wet stickiness that somehow makes his candied caramel scent even stronger around him. He always makes sure to wash the mess all away before anyone notices, his skin so sensitive to the touch afterward.

But god, it's never happened in public before.

At least it's not as much as it is when he wakes up. Just a subtle warmth that Jimin is sure will be even worse if he doesn't take care of it quickly. Somehow even more horrifyingly, he realizes he's growing hard in his breeches and humiliation washes over him as he looks around frantically for his brother. He really can't be out in society like this.

But he's too scared to move, too afraid that if he does it will only make it worse and he cannot under any circumstances draw attention to himself right now.

He just needs to get home.

If he can flag down Hobi, maybe they can-

"Jiminie! Hi! I didn't know you were here!"

Fear rips through him, replaced almost immediately by relief as he whips around to find Taehyung rounding the edge of the ring, smiling brightly and speaking far too loudly for Jimin to be comfortable with given his current situation and he curls in on himself even as his best friend settles in beside him.

"Tae," he says softly, wishing so badly that Hoseok would just appear and take him home. He wraps his arms around his middle, trying to keep himself small. "I'm… can you go find Hobi?"

Taehyung is quiet for a moment before he speaks just as lowly, leaning in closer. "Are you okay? Jiminie, you don't look well."

Shaking his head, Jimin swallows harshly. "Just… can you go and find my brother? I need… I need to go home."

Scooting closer, Taehyung wraps a hand around Jimin's wrist and then lays the backs of his fingers gently to Jimin's forehead. "Do you have a fever? You're not warm. And you don't seem…"

He trails off, taking in his friend and Jimin closes his eyes, wishing so very much that Tae would just do as he asks and get Hobi.

"Oh shit," Taehyung mutters, and Jimin can just make out his friend quickly looking around before he sort of curls around him, shielding him from prying eyes. "It's happening to you too, isn't it?"

Jimin looks up swiftly, trying to read Tae's mind, panic shooting through him. "What?"

Big eyes look back at him carefully, equally searching Jimin's gaze. "It's… I don't know how to explain it but. It like. It gets… wet?"

Heat races to Jimin's cheeks so fast he feels dizzy, humiliation consuming him in an instant. "Tae-"

"Stay very still and I'll go get Hobi," Tae promises, giving Jimin's hand a squeeze. "But I'm coming with you. I'll find Gguk too and we can-"

"No!" Jimin cries, louder than he'd meant to but ignoring the few heads that have turned his way, instead grabbing a hand onto Tae's forearm desperately. "No, no, please. Please just go and get Hobi. We can meet up later just please. I can't… I can't have anyone else knowing about this, Tae. Please."

"Okay, alright," Taehyung replies right away, not pushing it further. "Sit tight. I'll be right back."

And with that, Tae jumps off the wooden bench and takes off with Jimin subtly sinking further into himself, hoping he can remain unseen for just a little bit longer until his brother can get him the hell out of here.

The carriage ride is thankfully quick and quiet, the fake headache seeming to fool Hobi easily which Jimin will have to apologize for later. His brother, always so kind and caring, gives him space and hums to himself on the way home, soft and soothing like he always did when they were kids and Jimin only lets the guilt sink in when a maid meets them at the door and ushers him upstairs to rest.

He just manages to thank Hoseok before disappearing, encouraging him to return to the warehouse and enjoy his day, even as the alpha waves him off, not at all put out with making sure his brother is okay.

Sometimes Jimin is sure he doesn't deserve such a wonderful sibling.

Taehyung shows up a few hours later, promising Jimin's maid that he will be very quiet as to not aggravate Jimin's headache.

The omegas can't help chuckling to each other the minute Jimin's bedroom door closes, both knowing he's not actually ill.

"I asked my mama about it," Tae is saying as he settles onto the small sofa next to the fireplace in Jimin's bedroom. "I thought something was wrong with me."

Folding his arms around a pillow and hugging it to his chest, Jimin tries his best not to feel completely embarrassed by this entire conversation because he really does want answers.

But Christ it feels like something they really shouldn't be discussing.

"What did she say?"

Taehyung makes a small, frustrated sound. "Nothing useful. Just that it was a part of omega maturity and I'd understand after I mated."

Brows knitting together in confusion, Jimin shakes his head lightly. "What does mating have to do with… that?"

"No idea," Taehyung sighs, looking just as annoyed by the information he'd received. Or lack thereof, really. "I tried to push it but she got a little angry and told me to stop talking about it because it was 'inappropriate conversation'."

Jimin snorts. "Can't disagree with her there."

Tae hums, falling quiet as the birds chirp away outside.

It seems so strange that Jimin has so many more questions and no one to ask. Shouldn't someone be able to explain why there is a thick sticky substance leaking out of him at random? And if it happens to all mature omegas, then why doesn't anyone freely speak of it? And besides that, both Jimin and Taehyung have been the age of maturity for a few years now. So why all of a sudden is this happening to them?

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Jimin stares down at his sheets as he asks, "When…um. When does it happen. For you, I mean?"

Tae isn't looking at him either and Jimin is grateful for it. "Mostly at night. When I wake up, it's… yeah."

"Me too," Jimin murmurs, wishing his cheeks would cool down with how hot they feel.

Tae shifts uncomfortably. "Sometimes, it. Well. I have… dreams? I don't always remember them but. Sometimes I have dreams and then it happens."

That happens to Jimin too and he nods, decidedly not speaking since the dreams he's been having have to do with a certain alpha brother and Jimin isn't about to open that pandora's box right now.

Still filtering through the questions in his head, Jimin picks at the fabric of his pillow. "Has it ever happened to you during the day?"

Tae jerks his head up at the question, pinning Jimin to the spot with wide eyes and Jimin is about to start apologizing and backtracking when Tae looks away again, his face the color of a ripe strawberry.

"Once," he says at length, his gaze looking out the window now. "Um. Recently, actually." His fingers tug at each other in his lap. "At the first ball."

It takes Jimin a moment to comprehend that, his thoughts sluggish to catch up with how jumbled his mind feels. But when it does, he gasps outright.

"The duke?!" he asks louder than he'd meant to, slapping a hand over his mouth immediately, flicking a glance at his door to make sure no one comes barging in at the volume of the supposedly resting youngest Park's voice.

When no one storms in after a moment, he looks back to find his friend's alarmed irises on him.

"How did you know?!" Taehyung whisper-yells.

"I didn't!" Jimin immediately defends, shaking his head. "I really didn't. I just assumed because…"

Oh god. How the hell is he going to say this without giving himself away totally?

"Because, um…. Oh, because your mama said it has to do with mating and maturity," he manages to lie. "I assume since you're interested in him, maybe that's what triggers it?"

Groaning, Tae leans back on the sofa and stares up at the ceiling. "Christ. Is it that obvious?"

Jimin gives him a look. "The wet thing? No. The mad crush you have on him? Yes."

To his relief, Tae begins to smile at that a little.

"I don't have a crush," Taehyung pretends to lie and Jimin laughs.

"Sure you don't."

Looking thoughtful, Tae tucks his heels up under him, curling comfortably in his seat. "But is that what it's about then? Is it just, like, if our omega likes someone then we have to deal with… the stuff?"

Gulping harshly at the realization that this may in fact be the exact case considering every single time it's happened to Jimin, he's either been having a dream about or actually seeing Jeongguk. It's like his body responds to the alpha in a way it never has before.

But he can't say all of that. So he just shrugs.

"Maybe?"

The concern on Taehyung's face would be funny if it weren't mirroring exactly how Jimin is feeling. "So I have to worry about getting wet every fucking time I'm with Yoongi? Is this a joke?"

Oh god, is he right? Does Jimin now need to worry about this every time he so much as talks to Jeongguk?

That seems completely unacceptable. He can't just be worrying about this situation the minute he's…

Wait.

"I don't know," Jimin says slowly, though the sinking feeling in his stomach tells him otherwise. "Maybe it's just at certain…moments?"

Taehyung's wide eyes dart to him sharply. "What do you mean?"

The thought of saying it out loud makes Jimin bury his face in his hands. "I don't know! Please don't make me talk about this anymore."

"No, but we have to!" Tae cries, getting out of his chair and hurrying over to climb onto the bed, settling on his knees in front of Jimin. "We're all we've got. No elder omega is going to tell us the truth so we have to figure this out ourselves. Together."

He pries Jimin's hands away from his face, clutching them in his own and staring into his best friend's eyes.

"We have to promise," Tae says intensely. "Promise that if we figure something out, we tell each other. That next time it happens, we tell each other. Okay?"

It doesn't feel good to hold Tae's eyes and lie to him but Jimin already knows he won't be able to tell his closest friend exactly when this happens to him.

Besides. Jimin thinks he already knows.

But he swears anyway, nodding along and telling Taehyung that yes, the next time he gets wet, he will of course tell him, already trying to find excuses not to have to.

It's probably no wonder after their conversation that Jimin wakes up in a sticky mess the next morning.

What isn't so easily explainable though is just how vivid his dream was this time.

Or maybe it is. Maybe it's just as explainable considering what triggered his wetness yesterday afternoon. Maybe it's entirely obvious.

But god was Jeongguk glorious in his dream last night. All warm, flushed skin and rippling muscles, all bare and beautiful letting Jimin touch wherever he wished. They'd been in the garden, Jimin thinks. Or the hallway. Or maybe both the way his dreams like to skip around, but nonetheless, Jeongguk was there and he was half-naked and he held Jimin's waist and cupped his cheek and smiled softly as Jimin's hands roamed all over him, feeling him under his fingertips.

When Jimin wakes up breathless and shaking a little, he realizes quickly that the wetness isn't just about the mess in his undergarments or the aching hardness between his hips. There is so much more to this. The feeling that curls in his belly like molten lava, the waves of deliciousness that wash over him at length like he's reached the top of the highest mountain and is now free-falling to safety. The longing that lingers under his skin wishing so badly there was more, that feeling like something is missing but he can't determine what.

It isn't just about the reaction. It's about what leads to it. It's about how it can continue and crest in a stunning way.

How it leaves Jimin wanting nothing more than to be buried in Jeongguk's arms like he is in his dreams. How through it all and at the end of it, all Jimin wants is to be with Jeongguk.

After his conversation with Taehyung, no matter how fragmented and unclear it was, Jimin thinks he's piecing this together more and more. He thinks these… feelings for lack of a better term have something to do with his omega and how it reacts to an alpha he has an interest in.

And with what Tae's mama said about mating…

He wonders exactly what this has to do with an alpha. How it involves the alpha once an omega mates. Maybe alphas help soothe, or maybe they help make it all stop. Or maybe they help in ways Jimin doesn't even know about yet.

He's still so mixed up but Jimin thinks he understands it a little better now.

But he isn't sure how he could ever explain this to Taehyung. How he could get around the fact that Taehyung's eldest brother has been not only the catalyst to these feelings awakening in Jimin this season, but the sole object of all of Jimin's attentions. He has desires he didn't even know he could have, wanting things he'd never even thought of before and are certainly not appropriate to discuss with anyone, of that he is sure.

What feels even more strange is just how this small thing is making it feel like Jimin is seeing the world in a different light now. Like he's just opened a door to somewhere new but he doesn't know where yet. It's like suddenly some things make more sense to him but he can't explain what those things are.

Because up until now, he's had a heart only beating for a viscount that could never want him back and a plan to remain unmarried to be free of obligations of spending his life with someone he didn't much care for, staying an autonomous omega with his very best friend and having no other concerns.

But now…

He doesn't even know if he can explain it. It's just different.

He wonders what it would be like to actually have a mate. Someone who cares for him deeply. Someone who might want to hold his hand. Maybe even kiss him if he's lucky. Jeongguk never kisses him in his dreams, something Jimin is always longing so deeply for. But in real life, maybe Jimin could find a match with an alpha who'd be interested in kissing him. Being close to him like that.

He wonders if Taehyung feels like this too. If this is all making him see things differently. If it's making him… want things.

And if Taehyung has found that in Min Yoongi, Jimin can't quite find it in himself to be upset with his friend. They'd foolishly planned a life together when they didn't know there was more out there for them. And Jimin can't see why he'd ever want to deprive Taehyung of something like the closeness he himself is starting to crave.

If this is what every omega is looking for in a mate, well. Jimin can understand it perfectly.

If only the alpha he wanted wished for the same things. If only the alpha he wanted wished for him in the same ways.

And as he arrives with Hoseok that afternoon to the home of a lord Jimin can't remember the name of for an afternoon of tea cakes and conversation in a massive, several-room library, Jimin feels like he's seeing things so much differently now. Watching the way the marriage mart churns around him, how omegas and alphas alike gravitate toward one another, looking, yearning for that connection Jimin feels like he might understand a little better now. It's eye-opening to say the least.

He shakes off Hobi swiftly, pretending that he will go and find Taehyung like always and his brother goes easily, promising to be nearby if anything changes as usual.

And Jimin happily drifts quietly into the crowd.

He clocks Tae in a corner of one of the many rooms in the library with the Min duke poring over a very thick book, their heads bent toward one another and Jimin smiles gently to himself. It's nice, after all. Seeing his friend get to have this.

Silently wishing the best to Taehyung, Jimin wanders away, observing those around him, watching potential suitors make their move and debutantes shyly flutter their lashes under the attention. He's more curious now than he has been before. Like he's taken a few steps toward understanding this whole thing more clearly.

But what Jimin finds most fascinating of all are the mated pairs.

He's never given much thought to them before but today, it's all he can focus on. Some of them aren't as interesting, hardly sparing one another a glance let alone a touch of any kind, cold and clearly uninterested in their marriages. Jimin gets it, he knows love matches are rare and often, marriages are simply status symbols or matches of convenience.

But then there are pairs like the one he watches now taking a turnabout the room together. The two women, one an alpha countess and the other her omega wife are curled into each other, whispering and giggling and looking absolutely delighted to be in one another's company. They've been mated since before Jimin debuted in society but they still clearly just enjoy one another. The omega's hand clutches her alpha's bicep and the countess has her own hand laid overtop, soothing a thumb along the back of her mate's hand and it feels so intimate Jimin almost wants to look away.

And then the countess pulls her mate to the side, gentling the backs of her fingers down a soft cheek and then…

Then she brushes them over the omega's mating mark on her neck.

And Jimin feels himself actually shiver.

That's always been one of his fears about mating. He and Taehyung used to discuss it so often, the idea of being bitten like that absolutely horrifying them both and having no interest in it ever happening to them.

But now, watching as the omega smiles and tilts her neck even more to let her alpha soothe a thumb over the mark makes Jimin's insides squirm for a whole different reason, unable to tear his eyes away at the show of love and affection. He's watching the alpha as raptly as the woman stares at her wife's mating mark, and when she leans in, Jimin freezes in place, certain he's about to witness two mates scenting one another.

Which would be terribly scandalous but Jimin isn't sure these two seem to care, so wrapped up in one another.

But at the last moment, the alpha simply presses a soft kiss to her partner's cheek, her thumb still circling the indentation of her own teeth imbedded in the omega's neck, possessive and sweet.

It might be shameful but Jimin is just a little bit disappointed by that.

It's sweet of course but he'd been hoping for a little more and he forces himself to look away, to stop ogling this poor couple who aren't putting on a show for him even though he's watching them like one. He of course shouldn't wish to see something so obscene which is what society would deem a public scenting even between mated pairs, but.

Damn, did he want to.

He's never been scented before. He knows it's only something mates do and he knows it's something intimate that should be done behind closed doors in the privacy of one's home and he knows it's forbidden amongst those on the marriage mart, courting or not.

But he can't pretend he isn't extremely curious about it. He always has been.

His parents often scent one another which, according to society, is a sign of a happy and healthy marriage when partners smell of each other regularly, so Jimin is familiar with it although he's never once actually seen the scenting in action. He just knows his parents have always smelled like a mix of each of their scents. Which is nice, of course and Jimin is always pleased to know his parents are happy.

He just can't help himself from wondering what it would be like. How it would feel to be scented by an alpha.

The list of things he's starting to want feels like it just increases every passing moment.

The thoughts of scenting and kissing are making him feel a little warm and he tugs lightly at the collar of his shirt, hoping to get a little bit of air beneath his chin to cool himself down.

Which is, of course, when he spots Jeon Jeongguk.

Fucking hell. Now of all moments is really not the time. Jimin is already a bit overwhelmed by how affected he feels with these new thoughts and curiosities he's experiencing. The last thing he needs is to be in close quarters with the one alpha he's imagining all of these new things with.

Things he knows he can't have.

Because it's not just his heart anymore. It feels like his whole body is involved now. His entire being feels like it vibrates at a different frequency, so much more in tune with the world around him and laying eyes on this man after this change within him...

It's a lot.

And maybe it's silly considering his feelings are nothing new but it seems to hurt just a bit more seeing Jeongguk now. After these little revelations within him, Jimin sort of hoped maybe he'd be able to move past how his chest aches every time he sees the viscount. That maybe he'll eventually grow and understand this alpha isn't the one for him, that Jeongguk doesn't see him as a potential mate and it's time to let all of those childish wants go.

But it hasn't seemed to do that. In fact, he thinks it's only made matters worse. It feels like his whole being reacts to just setting eyes on Jeon Jeongguk instead of just his traitorous heart lurching to the side like it always has.

The warmth Jimin feels beneath his collar seems to burn even hotter now.

And when Jeongguk turns, meets his eyes and smiles big, Jimin has to bite back the threat of real tears wanting to fall because why, why does his world have to tilt on an axis and feel like the very fibers of his world are changing and on top of it all, experience such excruciating heartbreak like he's only just come to the realization that Jeon Jeongguk won't ever want him?

He's known that for all these years of desperate, silent pining but today it just feels worse.

It's a pain Jimin is sure will never go away.

Jeongguk's wavy hair is wild today, more so than it ever is in the evenings, and it falls into his eyes as he ticks his head to the side in an indication for Jimin to come follow him to another section of the library, his irises glittering mischievously in the sunlight streaming through the large windows lining the wall.

And because Jimin has absolutely no self-control, he does as instructed and slips through the gatherings of people unnoticed. His hands are shaking slightly with how overwhelmed he feels and he clenches them into fists in a weak attempt to pull himself together.

He's going to be fine.

He has to be.

There is no other option.

"Please tell me this is as painfully boring for you as it is for me," Jeongguk says as soon as it's clear they are far enough away from anyone else to hear and Jimin laughs softly, the deep amber scent of the viscount settling in even nicer than usual, complimented by the leatherbound books and furniture surrounding them.

And probably because Jimin is hyper aware of it now but he tamps that notion back down within him and barrels on, forcing himself into the normalcy of their friendship.

Because as far as Jeongguk knows, everything is normal and Jimin would like for him to keep thinking exactly that.

"I actually like books, my lord," he says with a teasing grin. "Though I know not all of us can be so cultured. Honestly, what did you do on all of your travels if you didn't read?"

Jeongguk narrows his eyes at Jimin. "A lot of very interesting things, thank you very much." He glances up, taking in the books on the shelves and then glancing over to watch people mill about in the next room. "And also how many times do I have to tell you not to call me lord? You know I hate it."

Laughing, Jimin shakes his head, ignoring the harsh thud of his heart slamming into his ribcage as Jeongguk looms closer. "Well tell me, will you hate it more or less when you have to call your little brother your grace soon enough?"

Whipping his head back around, Jeongguk's big eyes are somehow even larger as they bore into Jimin. "What?"

Snorting, Jimin tosses a derisive look at his friend. "Seriously? Haven't you been keeping tabs on Taehyung canoodling with the duke at every event this week? Hobi's right, you really are the worst chaperone."

Jeongguk's face doesn't change. "I mean, of course I've noticed but. I didn't…." he trails off, craning his neck to see if he can spot his sibling to confirm. "It's not… it's not, like, serious or anything. It's not marriage serious."

Raising his brows, Jimin gives the viscount a nudge with his elbow, nodding toward where Yoongi and Taehyung are still sitting in the corner Jimin had spotted them in earlier, perched so close their knees are now brushing. "Are you sure about that?"

Jeongguk follows his gaze, zeroing in quickly on his brother and staring intently, assessing.

"But…" Jeongguk can't quite seem to comprehend what he's seeing, speaking mostly to himself it seems. "He's… He's never wanted that. Any of it." He blinks a few times like he's trying to clear his vision, to understand exactly what's happening. "Why… why now?"

He trails off again, eyes flicking between the duke and Taehyung, processing.

And Jimin sighs. Because he actually thinks he does have an answer for this.

"Maybe he's finally met the right person," he murmurs, lacing his fingers behind his back. "It happens, you know."

They stay quiet for a long moment, Jimin allowing Jeongguk to take the time to fully gather what's happening, deciding maybe it's not his place to interfere or try and help his friend get there.

Though he can't quite help the small sigh of relief when he sees Jeongguk's eyes soften.

"Yoongi's a good man," Jeongguk says at length, again almost to himself before giving a single nod. "It will be good. If it's what Tae wants, it'll be good."

Jimin doesn't think it's his place to reply since he's not even sure he's a part of this conversation really but his heart turns over in his chest all the same at the sweetness of the bond between the Jeons. Jimin's always seen them as an extension of his own family and to know they're going to be okay with this new development pleases him more than he can say.

He's just considering slipping away to let Jeongguk either work through this alone or maybe make his way over to Yoongi to have a word about his intentions but to his surprise, the alpha turns to Jimin then, looking a little less alarmed and does his best to offer him a smile even if it comes out as more of a grimace.

It makes the omega laugh lightly, shaking his head. "It's a good thing, Jeongguk. You know it is."

"I know. It's just a big change," the alpha says with a huff of breath like he's trying to center himself before sizing Jimin up. "Why aren't you freaking out? Shouldn't you be just as concerned about this? You two had such big plans for spinsterhood together."

Giving a little shrug, Jimin looks back to Tae, joy spreading through him as he watches his friend cover his mouth as he laughs, noting the way the duke's eyes watch the movement.

"How can I be upset when my best friend looks so happy?" Jimin beams. "I'd never want to take that away from him."

He feels Jeongguk watching him and he turns to give him a curious look. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

The alpha chuckles lightly, tilting his head in that way that makes him look like an innocent puppy and Jimin's stomach flips. "You are a better person than anyone I know, Jiminie."

Blood rushes to the omega's cheeks and he turns away pretending to be observing the bookshelves around them, trying and failing to hide the blush staining his face. "Ah, well," he mutters, unsure what else to say.

"Okay but I can't stand here and stare at them for the entirety of this event," Jeongguk says, turning in his spot to pointedly face a different wall. "How about we go and find some of your favorite books in here and you can tell me all about them?"

Jimin gives him a dubious but amused look. "Why don't you just read the books yourself? The story will be much more interesting if you experience it the way it's meant to be experienced."

The viscount's eyes turn down at the corners like he's trying to look as pathetic as possible. "But you already know the story so you can give me an overview. Plus I'm bad at reading."

Jimin tosses his head back and laughs, always so charmed by this sweetheart of an alpha. Honestly, an afternoon spent with Jeon Jeongguk doesn't sound so bad, even with everything swirling around inside of Jimin's head.

He can't help just wanting to be in Jeongguk's orbit, in any capacity.

"Should I read them out loud to you as well like I used to when we were children under that big willow tree behind your house?" Jimin ribs, following Jeongguk into the next room as the viscount grins at him from over his shoulder.

"You say that like it's a threat but I'd love it," Jeongguk chuckles. "You always did all of the voices and everything, it was much more exciting than when I read them on my own."

"That sounds like a you problem," Jimin giggles, perusing the shelves as they go. "Your imagination could clearly use some work."

Shaking his head, he looks over at the entrance to another room, eyes landing on Hoseok near a table of sweets.

And he isn't alone.

An omega Jimin is certain he knows but can't quite put a name to her, though he thinks she debuted last year, is smiling gently up at Hobi, fluttering her lashes like they've all been taught to do by their mamas and making serious eye contact with her soft blue irises, demure and pretty like omegas are supposed to be.

Jimin tries not to laugh, having never seen an omega make any kind of intentions toward his brother. Mostly because he's never been looking for that kind of thing and he can't help taking in the scene, curious if his brother will take the bait or not. The girl is pretty, after all.

But Hobi… well.

Hobi seems like he's trying very hard not to be interested, though his gaze keeps betraying him, trying to look away but being drawn back in by a gentle laugh or a murmured word, his body seemingly frozen to the spot, unsure of how to proceed.

It's another one of those things Jimin thinks he's only just noticing now. How this might be one of many times Hoseok might be brushing away a potential mate or at least an interested party of some sort.

And, if Jimin is reading this correctly, he looks damned unhappy about it.

But Jimin's never noticed before. He's never been on the lookout for things like this, comforted in the knowledge that Hobi would always be there, always steady on, always the same.

Something ugly twists in his stomach.

He watches as the omega finally seems to give up on her efforts, offering a curtsy to Hoseok before taking her leave.

And Jimin watches as his brother closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and pressing a hand to his chest before he seems to shake himself out of it, opening his eyes again like he's put the mask back in place and his sunny disposition commences almost instantly. He sips the lemonade in his hand and heads off, slipping into another room in the opposite direction the omega went and out of sight.

It's yet another pin dropping into Jimin's realizations now, an obvious thing he can't believe he's missed all of these years. Or perhaps he'd never bothered to look for something missing, something wrong in his perfect little life. He'd never taken his obligation seriously to marry and mate, never thought it would make a difference if he did or not to anyone else.

But he's realizing there is one person it makes a big difference to. One he'd not bothered to consider.

He's going to have to speak to his brother about this immediately. As soon as they're home, he has to ask him.

Because if Hobi hasn't gotten married yet just to stay with Jimin when all he wants is to have a mate and family, well.

Jimin simply won't accept that.

Guilt churns in his gut at the realization and he wishes so much he hadn't been so blind to all of this before. That he'd not been so selfish to think he could do what he pleased while his brother suffered for it.

The reality of that hurts too much to bear and Jimin looks away, trying to focus on the books in front of him, knowing he can't have a word with his brother until much later on.

Jesus, what other damage has he done blowing off his future for all of these years?

Jimin's not sure he even wants to know.

"My imagination is impeccable," Jeongguk is saying at his side, and Jimin tries to bring himself back to their conversation, humming in agreement even as his head spins, forgetting entirely what they're even talking about.

Jeongguk peers at him curiously.

"Jimin?" he asks gently. "Are you okay?"

Deciding the last person he wants to tell any of his current thoughts and assumptions to is Jeon Jeongguk, Jimin simply tries his best to smile through it, nodding at his friend.

"I'm fine," he promises.

And he will be.

Just as soon as he speaks with his brother.

The afternoon feels like it goes on for eternity. It always seems to do that when there is a pressing matter Jimin needs to take care of as soon as possible, but he manages through it, deciding he won't be taking Hobi away from anything else ever again if he can help it.

Jeongguk was dragged away by some of his alpha friends shortly after Jimin's epiphany and while he was certainly apologetic for it, Jimin is actually grateful to be alone for a while, finding a quiet place with an armchair he can settle into and read one of his old favorites. The library collection is rather remarkable and Jimin decides to focus on the chance to find a tale to dive into rather than the impending uncomfortable conversation he's going to have to have with Hoseok.

By mid-afternoon, the library has become a bit stuffy with so many people and books inside and Jimin thinks he should get some air, help to clear his head and plan out exactly what he wants to say to his sibling when he gets the chance. He knows Hobi is going to deny it and promise it's all fine by him to stay single and at home with Jimin, but the omega needs to stay firm and make sure his brother understands.

He wishes quietly that he could speak with Taehyung before he has to leave but he's been attached to Yoongi's side all day and Jimin isn't about to interrupt what's going on there either. He really needs to learn to be more independent anyway and make his own way in the world. If Tae is taken and Hobi will eventually, after Jimin's insistence, mate and marry, Jimin will be on his own anyway. It's time he starts dealing with the reality of that.

Stepping into the sunshine out on the terrace is refreshing, if not warmer than he'd anticipated. He'd been hoping for a nice breeze and he looks around for shade, spotting a few oversized shrubs lining the house on either side of the staircase leading to the entrance into the back garden. Sighing in relief, Jimin finds his way down the steps and slips behind the bushes. There are a few others milling about, several debutantes and a few mated pairs meandering through the gardens so Jimin figures he can stay out here a while without notice or concern.

He follows the shaded walk slowly, admiring the rows of blooming flowers along the footpath, trying not to lose himself in his thoughts again. He watches his feet step along the gravely path, wondering if this is what life would be like now. After all, if two of the closest people to him mate, he won't have much company. But that's okay. He'll figure it out.

At least he'll have Jeongguk, though. He knows they'll always be friends, even if it won't be the same or even an option really for Jimin to go over to the Jeon home at any time like he's used to. Once Taehyung moves out, it would be improper for Jimin to visit an estate with only an eligible alpha still living there. An eligible alpha with title no less.

But still. They can be friends like they've always been out at events. And when their families get together.

Until Jeongguk takes a mate of course.

God, even the thought of that makes Jimin feel sick to his stomach and he forces himself to not think about it. He can't. Not when so much is already changing around him.

That's a problem for another season.

Hopefully.

Following the rows of shrubbery, Jimin lets his fingers graze the petals of a few flowers peeking out of the corner on the turn around the house and he follows that too, finding it even cooler on this side with the sun fully out of sight with how tall the mansion really is-

"-the boredom today is exhausting," Jimin just catches a voice saying as he turns along the side of the house, the words followed by hearty chuckling of several other people and Jimin freezes for a moment.

He glances up, realizing there is a small terrace on the second floor above him, the bottom of which is keeping him completely out of sight. He slowly begins to back away, not trying to purposefully eavesdrop on anyone's conversation by any means and grateful he hasn't been spotted.

"I don't know how people find books interesting of all things," another voice follows. Jimin doesn't know any of them by heart, probably alphas going by the air of conversation but he doesn't want to stick around to find out. "I have much more pressing matters to get to, after all. Like which omega is going to let me bend them over as quickly as possible this season."

Uproars of laughter follow and Jimin has no idea why but he blushes at those words, not sure what they mean but feeling uncomfortable all the same. He really doesn't want to hear improper alpha conversation right now, or ever for that matter and he swiftly turns to leave.

"And what about you, Jeon?" one of the alphas says, his tone teasing, just shy of a sneer. "We all saw you not only dance with the Park omega the other night but now you're spending all afternoon with him as well. Are you actually courting?"

And Jimin is suddenly rooted to the gravel path.

He should leave. He should.

But he can't.

"What? Of course not," Jeongguk says quickly, much faster than was probably warranted and Jimin's stomach churns. It's not that it's untrue of course but did he have to say it like that?

Maybe it's unfair of Jimin to feel put off by it and he already feels a bit embarrassed since he shouldn't even be hearing this conversation anyway.

But when another alpha continues, Jimin can't help staying put.

"Come on, Jeon, not even a little bit interested?." This time, the words seem a little too comfortable, a bit condescending and sarcastic. Like they've had this discussion a few times and are all in on the joke. "He'd be so fucking easy for you."

And as the other alphas laugh outright at that, Jimin only just realizes that he's the punchline. The running gag between them all. How no one in their right mind would ever court Park Jimin.

He swallows harshly and he knows he should take his leave at this point. He can't say why he doesn't.

But when Jeongguk speaks again, Jimin wishes so badly that he had. That he'd left before he has to hear this. He really never needed to know exactly what his friend says about him behind his back. He hadn't even known that was a concern to have.

But the chuckle that proceeds Jeongguk's words is so cruel, it feels like a hammer coming down on Jimin's heart, cracking it into a million little pieces.

"Believe me," Jeongguk says, cold and mean in the warm summer air. "I would never court Park Jimin."

Shame engulfs Jimin's entire body like a straw hay bale catching fire even as tears spring to his eyes, the back of his throat burning. Backing away soundlessly, he forces himself to stop listening, especially when he hears more horrible laughter follow, scolding himself for listening in at all on a conversation he shouldn't have been privy to.

He walks quickly back around the house, frantically looking for a hiding spot he can throw himself into, his heart racing faster and faster. Jeongguk's words seem to loop on replay in his head over and over, the way he said it, the way the others found the idea so hysterical it couldn't even be considered not a joke at any point. Not to them and clearly not to the Jeon viscount either.

God, Jimin would give anything to just disappear right here and now.

A few turns of the footpath within the gardens are lined with tall topiaries and Jimin disappears into them as quickly as he can get to them, slipping in between a stone wall and a row of bushes that seems enough out of the way for what he needs.

Crouching down and hidden away, Jimin drops his head between his knees and wraps his arms around his legs, holding himself together as best as he can while shame courses through him, the pain threatening to close his airway shut altogether with the effort not to sob out loud.

He lets the tears fall then, wet and horrible and thankfully soundless, memories race through his mind of all the times Jeongguk's been kind to him, all of the times Jimin's thought how lucky he was that such a wonderful person was his close friend. He'd always known the feelings he harbored for the alpha weren't ever going to be returned, never once thinking he'd stood a chance to become the mate of Jeon Jeongguk. He's never been delusional like that.

But to hear that Jeongguk uses the mere idea of that as banter amongst his friends hurts. Like he doesn't see Jimin as a dear friend at all. Like they don't share the close bond Jimin's always cherished most.

Like the idea Jeongguk could ever even think of Park Jimin as anything other than just a desperate omega on the marriage mart was not only implausible but downright hysterical.

It cuts deep. Deeper than Jimin wishes it did. He's always been told that alpha conversations are not for omega ears and he's been perfectly fine with that, assuming they talk about boring things like hunting wildlife or drinking spirits but to hear they actually speak like that about omegas simply looking for a partner to share a life with… and to think Jeongguk…

Jimin almost can't bear to think about it.

Hurt courses through him as he quietly weeps, careful not to make a sound even as tears land at his feet, puddling along the pebbles beneath the trees and disappearing into the earth. Jimin watches each and every one, feeling them slide down his cheeks as he tries to breathe through the ache in his chest, wishing so much that he'd just stayed inside and remained blissfully unaware of Jeongguk's true thoughts.

He presses a hand to his chest and tries to breathe.

He stays that way for a long time, sniffing quietly into his sleeve and trying to wait out the painful ache, knowing he's going to have to go back soon enough and he can't be in this state when he returns to the house. Wiping fingers along his cheeks, Jimin closes his eyes and does his best to push it all down, at least for now. At least until he can get home to the privacy of his room where he can feel whatever he needs to feel.

Now is not the time.

His bottom lip quivers unhappily but Jimin forces it all back, swallowing around the persistent lump in his throat again and again and taking deep calming breaths until finally, finally the tears subside. He dabs the cuff of his sleeve along his eyes, hoping he's not all splotchy and red, though there isn't much he can do if he is, and sinks his fingers into the damp dirt below him to help ground himself.

How has this season hardly started and still somehow gone so mad already? Or is this how it always is for everyone else and Jimin's never paid enough attention to notice until now? He knows he debuted much earlier than he should have before he was truly ready since he really didn't know any better at the time but it's his third year out now. Why does this all feel so new and strange?

Shouldn't he have seen all of this from a mile away?

Hobi's unhappiness with being unmated?

Tae's potential mating with the right alpha?

And what about Jeongguk?

Has Jimin always just been too silly and young, infatuated with his own feelings to realize who this man really is? Was he too blinded by a crush to see the viscount for his true self?

Jimin doesn't know.

All he knows is that right now, he feels as though he can see everything clearly for the first time.

Maybe this is what maturing is. Maybe this is what he's been missing all of these years never truly understanding the marriage mart. Maybe it wasn't meant for him to know until now.

What matters is that he sees it for it is now. All of it.

He manages to linger hidden away a little longer to allow the redness in his eyes to recede and let the puffiness in his face go down a bit before returning to the event. He's successful in dodging both Taehyung and Jeongguk's eyeline for what remains of the afternoon and even manages to drink some lemonade, eat a few cakes and take another several breaths for himself before Hoseok eventually finds him to head out. He doesn't even mention Jimin's quietness on their ride home, seemingly lost in his own thoughts and Jimin is thankful that he doesn't have to talk about what's going through his head.

Because by the time he makes it back to his bedroom, he's formed a plan.

And he knows exactly what he has to do.

He's still mad. Damned mad, actually. At Jeongguk. At his own misunderstandings. At the world.

But it also hardens his resolve. Because he's realizing if he doesn't do something about it now, he's going to ruin the life of his own beloved brother and end up alone anyway since the Jeons can't be counted on to be his close friends any longer. He's sorry he has to lump Tae into that category too but it's only the truth of the matter. Who knows where Taehyung will end up when he marries the duke so Jimin can't count on that companionship anymore anyway.

And Jeongguk is obviously out of his life equation altogether now that he knows the truth.

No, Jimin knows what he needs to do now.

He knows it in his heart.

He needs to take his rightful place in society as an omega. To let Hobi be free. To allow Taehyung to fly on his own.

To be rid of his feelings for Jeon Jeongguk for good.

He knows what's required.

And what needs to be done.

Park Jimin knows he is going to have to take a mate.

When he wakes the next morning after tossing and turning all night with his thoughts spinning, Jimin begins making a list of all of the things he'll need to do. What he'll need to be like. How he'll need to change. He can't expect any suitors at this point, not when he hasn't put in a single bit of effort to show himself as a capable match or given any indication he was interested in even having suitors.

No, he's going to need to alter perspectives, to show he's ready and willing to be someone's mate. He can do this. He will do this.

Jimin also decides to forego speaking with Hoseok about any of this. Since he can't explain half the reason for his plan anyway and he's definitely going to go through with it whether Hobi agrees to it or not, Jimin makes the call for them both. It's better to leave his brother out of it entirely. That way, Hoseok will have nothing to worry about. Once Jimin is married off and out of the house, Hobi can find his own match and live happily ever after being none the wiser.

It's the perfect plan.

So Jimin tears open his wardrobe and opens every drawer, poring over all of his clothing and accessories, making note of everything he owns, half of which he rarely wears. He always dresses simply, forgoing jewels and lace and color and anything extra beyond his proper attire because he's never been doing this before. He's never been trying to attract attention or interest. In fact, he's been actively trying to avoid it.

But now, looking at the gorgeous jeweled beret his father gave him years ago and the drop earrings his brother gifted him for his debut, Jimin feels a tingle of excitement race through him. He tries on a few of his necklaces and bracelets, things he's always kept safely hidden in his room, and thinks he might actually enjoy this part of his plan. Dolling himself up might not be the worst thing he's ever done and he holds up a pearl necklace, admiring the way it falls along his throat in the mirror.

He glances over to his dress coats folded in his open wardrobe, rows of dark chocolate and deep charcoal glaring back at him and he suddenly can't bear the thought of wearing anymore drab colors to a ball again. Not when he has such gorgeous accessories to pair.

So with that, he sets his next line item on his list into action and calls upon his favorite maid for a trip to the modiste.

Jimin has never been more grateful for how quickly their local dressmaker works when his new clothing items are all delivered the morning of the next ball.

He's spent the week subtly avoiding both Taehyung and Jeongguk as best as he can, even managing to wriggle out of a few events with a feigned illness that even his brother manages to buy.

Not that anyone's really taken notice. Tae tried to tease him about it for a moment during an afternoon picnic out by the lake, asking shamelessly if Jimin had had another damp pants issue with a smirk but Yoongi swooped in shortly after and stolen him away which Jimin was actually grateful for this time.

Jeongguk's been easier to dodge, which… honestly has Jimin feeling even worse about it all. Like maybe he's thought he was closer with the viscount than he's actually ever been. Like their friendship wasn't anything important.

Like Jimin's been harboring all of these big feelings for someone who barely sees him as much more than a burden really.

It feels terribly pathetic after all of these years to find out he holds an even lower regard in Jeongguk's life than he'd originally thought.

Which only hardens his resolve that he's making the right choice to finally settle down. Maybe it will help things hurt less when he's got a different sort of company to handle and life to manage.

Maybe it'll stop hurting altogether by then.

Jimin can only hope.

"You look really nice tonight, brother," Hobi says from the opposite side of the carriage, beaming brightly as always. "I haven't seen you wear diamonds in some time."

Reaching a lace-gloved hand up to touch the sparkling jewels in his hair subconsciously, Jimin doesn't look his sibling in the eye as he says, "Thank you. Thought I'd try something different this evening."

He's wrapped in an ankle-length cloak and knows Hobi has no idea what he's sporting underneath since Jimin doesn't generally share his fashion choices with his brother. Hoseok hadn't even batted an eye at the delivery this morning even though it was a large one, being a complete overhaul of Jimin's wardrobe. He'd simply smiled and made a light joke about styles changing so often these days. He's never been one to worry about Jimin spending money, always happy to give his brother whatever he wants.

And it made Jimin's stomach feel a bit sick. That this is the life Hobi's resigned himself to. A single, simple life with an omega sibling to care for and an estate to manage that will be inherited to some far away cousin or other when the bloodline ends because Hoseok's not continued it with a mate.

Jimin's only felt guiltier by the day with these realizations. He truly can't believe how selfish he's been the last two years, playing around with Taehyung, happily teasing about spinsterhood like he wasn't crushing his own brother's dreams of a life and a family.

He promises himself once again that he will make this right. Even if it kills him.

When they step out of the carriage and enter into the mansion, Jimin lets Hoseok wrap his dance card around his wrist and then pretends to have a rock in his shoe as they approach the attendants welcoming guests and waves Hobi on, promising he'll find him later. He doesn't want to have to explain his choice of clothing right now. Not when he needs to keep focused.

Hoseok agrees easily, jesting that he hopes Taehyung is less wrapped up in the duke this evening and says he'll find him as always toward the end of the night.

After watching his brother disappear down the staircase, Jimin takes a deep, steadying breath.

And then he tugs the sash of his cloak at the neckline and lets the attendant take it for him.

He places a hand to his stomach, feeling the air expand and contract for a moment longer.

And then he begins his descent as well.

He doesn't make a fuss, simply makes his way down the steps, ignoring the way his hands shake at his sides, hoping it's not as noticeable beneath his lace gloves.

He'd chosen all white this evening, the ruffles of his shirt peeking out along his chest from beneath his waistcoat, his cravat in an intricate knot at his throat. What he's most proud of is the sparkling sash he'd fastened beneath his tailcoat, the seams of which are also lined with sparkles emulating the diamonds dangling gently from either of his ears and the larger piece pinned into his hair.

He feels glittery and gorgeous and he hopes desperately that someone will take notice of him this evening and ask him for a dance. He'd even added a light rouge to each of his cheeks to make them a little pinker like they've been gently kissed by the angels themselves.

He feels eyes on him but he chooses not to acknowledge them as they seem to be coming from all areas of the room, instead making his way to an empty space along the dance floor. He used to feel so embarrassed standing alone at this events, always clinging to Tae to keep himself from being spotted on his own but he knows he needs to be an individual now, to be confident and stand proudly, like he believes himself to be a prize and is only waiting for someone to recognize that.

It's terrifying but Jimin folds his hands in front of him, keeping his chin up high as he watches the dance go on out on the floor. He can't help wishing he'd brought a fan this evening just to have something to do with his hands but he'd not wanted to worry about passing it off to Hoseok if he ends up being asked for a dance. He thinks maybe next time he'll bring one just in case.

"Holy shit," he hears to his left and Jimin turns to find Taehyung making his way over quickly, his big eyes somehow even wider as he takes in his friend, his mouth open around a surprised grin. "Park Jimin. You look incredible."

Biting down on the inside of his cheek, Jimin presses his lips together to keep from beaming and gives his closest friend a lingering nod. "Mr. Taehyung. Lovely to see you this evening."

"Oh my god, stop it right now or I'm totally going to fall in love with you," Taehyung practically squeals, keeping his voice low but still so excitable, Jimin actually allows himself to smile, if not discreetly. "I can't believe you've been hiding your beauty under all of those drab colors you always wear, this suits your features so much better!"

"Shush," Jimin giggles, giving his friend a playful smack on the arm, even as joy fills his chest. "You're being too much right now."

"I don't think I'm being enough actually," Taehyung urges, leaning in to inspect Jimin's earrings and running his fingers over his sparkling sash. "I can't believe you've been hiding yourself away like this. Your dance card is going to be full this evening, I guarantee it."

Jimin can only hope.

"I'm surprised to see you on your own at a ball," Jimin turns the subject, glancing around Tae's shoulder pointedly. "Considering I haven't seen you alone in weeks."

The way Taehyung fights back a grin is very endearing. "Yoongi's taking a turnabout the room with my mama."

Jimin's eyes flare wide as his heart begins to pound. "What?"

Tae looks like he's about to burst, all of his excitement making his face go a little red. "And he asked if Jeongguk would be at home tomorrow so he can visit him for a, and I quote, 'special meeting'."

There really is no denying it then.

The duke is going to propose to Taehyung. Soon, it seems.

Even in all of his angst with the changes going on this season and in his life, Jimin is still so unbearably happy for his dearest friend he can't help reaching out and taking both of Taehyung's hands, giving them a squeeze, his grin feeling like it's splitting his face open with how thrilled he is. He almost can't believe he'd ever thought the better option for the two of them was spinsterhood when at least one of them could have a connection like this.

Tae of all people deserves a love match and Jimin is so very excited that he's found one.

"That's amazing," he says sincerely, wishing he could envelop Taehyung in a hug but he supposes he'll have to wait to do that in a more private setting. "I'm so happy for you, Taetae. Truly."

"It's not set in stone yet," Tae tries to downplay but the way he's beaming betrays his words and he squeezes his eyes shut when Jimin gives him a knowing look. "But it seems like I might actually be getting married this season."

"And you're happy right?" Jimin pries, knowing his friend's opinion on the standing of omegas in society and how deeply he disagrees with it. "This is what you want?"

Tae releases a soft sigh, though his light doesn't dim a bit as he says, "I never thought it was, you know? I couldn't ever picture myself happily mating with an alpha seeing as most alphas see omegas as less than." He glances up, his eyes moving quickly around the room until he spots blonde hair moving carefully with his mama's hand clutched around his elbow. "But Yoongi's so… He's different. He's never treated me less than himself. He cares about what I have to say and what I think. He listens in a way I've never even thought an alpha could listen. It's like…"

Tae drifts off, gaze on the ground before he gentles a smile at Jimin. "It's like talking with you, actually. He's become more than just a nice-smelling alpha who is kind to me. He's… he's become a dear friend."

It's sweet, really. The entire sentiment is so lovely and a wonderful thing, that Taehyung has found such a connection with someone so similar to that of the one Jimin has always cherished between them. It's truly the best thing that could have happened.

So the fact that it feels like a sucker punch to Jimin's stomach alarms him deeply. He doesn't want to feel like this, not about his precious friend's impending engagement, about the beautiful life he's about to lead with someone he cares for so passionately.

He wants to feel nothing but joy for this match and nothing else.

And yet.

Taehyung has just described the exact way Jeongguk makes Jimin feel.

And for some reason, Jimin's plans to find a good enough alpha to mate with and be done with it all seem so childish and stupid. Like a pretty outfit and a nice enough alpha will make his heart stop yearning so deeply for the Jeon viscount, like the love he's secretly held for more than half of his life will somehow dissipate with a mating bite given to him by someone else.

It feels like it knocks the wind from his lungs, realizing just how shortsighted he's been.

And then he remembers exactly why he's doing this. All the reasons, not least of which includes his brother.

No, Jimin is not doing this for a love match. He's not looking for what Tae has or what he hopes Hoseok will find. He's doing this as it is his duty. His responsibility as an omega.

To find a sensible match. A secure match. That's all.

And besides that, he needs not to forget exactly how Jeongguk sees him. How truly far apart they are in emotional connection. How all of these years Jimin's held a love so powerful for the viscount while the alpha has seen him as nothing more than at best a little brother and at worst an embarrassment to be acquainted with.

The reminder makes all of Jimin's insides cringe at once and he swallows down his resentment because right now, it's not about him and his ridiculous feelings.

Right now, it's about Taehyung and his duke.

"I'm so happy for you," Jimin says sincerely. "You deserve nothing but the best."

Taehyung gives him one of those precious smiles that Jimin always loves and shakes both of Jimin's hands in his. "Thank you. And you deserve to be twirled around the dance floor all night long looking the way you do. That's what you're hoping for, right? Because if it's what you want Jiminie, then you deserve it too."

He glances over his shoulder twice before leaning in toward Jimin conspiratorially. "If no one asks you to dance in three songs, I will put Yoongi's name on your card and he'll have to take you."

Panic seizes Jimin's insides and he shakes his head quickly, . "Absolutely not! That will only cause a scandal for both of you since it's clear where his interests lie."

"Oh please, like I care about scandals," Tae waves off, laughing. "If he's going to be my husband, he also needs to take care of and adore my best friend. Those are simply the rules."

Jimin's heart warms at Tae's words but he can't agree to this. "Please, can we just get you two down the aisle first before you start turning heads and threatening your future. I refuse to be considered a risk to your union in society. I'd never forgive myself if something went wrong."

To his relief, Tae considers his words before sighing. "Fine. But I'm going to make sure you have a name on your dance card tonight looking like this. Hell, let me find Jeongguk and make him-"

"No," Jimin says emphatically, anxiety spiking up the back of his neck at the sheer idea of having to endure an entire song with the viscount he's desperately trying to stay away from. "Please, Tae, just. Go enjoy your evening with your duke, alright? I'm perfectly fine exactly where I am."

Brows tugging together in between his eyes, Tae looks like he wants to argue for a fraction of a second before his face clears in realization. "Ah," he says, nodding quickly. "Of course, I'm so sorry! I need to go away so you're free for an alpha to approach, god I'm so bad at this really. I'm going now, I promise."

He's backing away as he says it, releasing his hold on Jimin and wiggling his brows excitedly. "Please find me later though with an update? I have to know who asks you to dance!" He chuckles again. "Who ever thought the two of us would actually be excited about prospects? Who have we become, Park Jimin?"

Laughing, Jimin waves him off, swearing to tell Taehyung if anything happens to him, and watches with a smile as his friend fades back into the crowd, still monitoring Jimin but also keeping eyes on his hopefully soon-to-be fiancé.

And Jimin's grateful that Tae seems too wrapped up in his own situation to question anything further. He just seemed happy to see his friend looking extra pretty and didn't think about it any further.

Jimin wonders vaguely if that should offend him or not but decides he can't dwell on it.

Not when he has bigger plans for tonight.

So he settles back into his place beside the dance floor and continues to wait.

The music changes and Jimin watches a new set of alphas and omegas take to the floor, moving into their respective positions and he adjusts the hem of one of his gloves with the tips of his fingers, fidgeting with it at his waist just for something to do.

He realizes just how dull balls actually are when he's waiting around for an alpha to make a move. Tae always made this so much more fun. Still, he manages not to visibly sigh, standing tall and proud as he forces himself to remain hopeful. He feels a stare every now and then, even thinks maybe one of the alphas on the floor currently will head over after the song with how many times she's looked over at him, although Jimin can't be sure until it ends.

But still. The waiting is brutal. And so terribly boring. Maybe he should make a move himself? Find an alpha to speak with and get things moving that way? Christ, he's so not practiced in this area, he really doesn't even know what the hell he's doing-

And that's when he feels it.

A heavy gaze, one that he can't pretend he doesn't feel, settles over him like a physical weight and he can't help glancing up, sure he'll find some alpha or another watching him like a predator zeroing in on its prey. He feels nervous but excited, subtly trying to spot who exactly is looking at him, stealing glances through the crowd as the dancers move in front of him this way and that.

And then, as if time itself slows down just for him, the attendants part perfectly.

And there, across the dance floor, clutching a glass and standing in a group of alphas as always, his head turned just enough to make eye contact, is…

Well.

It's Jeon Jeongguk.

And Jimin just manages not to duck down.

Which is a terribly childish impulse, he knows it is, so instead he looks away swiftly, choosing not to give Jeongguk even a hint of his time. He's managed to avoid the viscount for days now and he doesn't want his work to go to waste, refusing to give him any of his attention.

Now that Jimin knows exactly what Jeongguk thinks of him, he has little interest in keeping their 'friendship' going, if he can even call it that. He doesn't know what he's been to Jeongguk all of these years. He'd thought for so long he was a trusted friend but he thinks maybe he's just been a silly side character in the viscount's charmed life, someone Jeongguk is happy to throw out as cannon fodder for his fellow alphas to have a good laugh over whenever he pleases while still getting to bask in Jimin's probably too friendly attention when he wants.

God, even remembering that moment in the garden has humiliation turning his veins to ice and Jimin turns even further to hide the way he can feel his face paling at the memory.

No, he's not going to give Jeongguk any attention this evening. Even a single thought shouldn't be spared on him. Not when Jimin has other plans for himself.

"Well well well. Look who decided to make a little effort."

He manages not to startle at the slow, slimy voice in his ear but he does let himself briefly close his eyes in irritation considering this is really the last thing he needs right now.

Choi Wonchul slinks right up beside him then, peering around Jimin's shoulder to give him a greasy smile. "Although, to be brutally honest Jimin, this isn't going to make any bit of a difference, I'm afraid. I think the ship has truly sailed on anyone being interested in you."

Jimin doesn't bother giving him the decency of eye contact, instead feigning interest in the current dance on the floor and replying icily, "Good evening, Wonchul."

"Maybe if you hadn't bought such cheap fabric," Wonchul continues like Jimin isn't trying to ignore him. "Or maybe it's just you? I can't tell. But this new look is clearly not doing you any favors. Though I do wonder if anything would."

"Thank you for all of your unwelcome feedback," Jimin replies tightly, subtly taking a step away from the omega. "I'll be sure to take it into consideration next time I'm dressing."

"As you should," Wonchul sneers, keeping close with a pace of his own. He's holding a glass of lemonade in his hand and he lifts it pointedly. "Do you see this? This is from Baron Kang not twenty minutes into the evening. I walk into a ball and already alphas are throwing themselves at me. You'd do well to take my advice. I'm not sure who you think you're fooling here, anyway. Like a wardrobe change could sway an alpha past the absurdity of courting the laughing stock of the ton."

The slight stings more than it should with just how close to home it hits, the sounds of Jeongguk and his alpha friends laughing at Jimin's expense echoing through his head bitterly, but Jimin manages not to flinch, standing still and quiet as Wonchul leans even closer.

"It is a bit funny though," Wonchul murmurs dangerously. "I thought you'd try this tactic a while ago to do your best at tricking a certain viscount you live just across the way from."

Every inch of Jimin's body turns to stone in an instant.

He's never told a single soul just how he feels about Jeongguk and he's always been so careful around him, especially in public… So how-

"It would make sense to change everything about yourself to land such an exceptional match," Wonchul continues, his voice dripping with satisfaction, clearly knowing he's hit a nerve when Jimin remains still and silent. "But you have to know by now that Jeongguk would never see you that way. Lingering in his shadow won't ever have his head turning toward you."

Well. Wonchul certainly isn't wrong but does he have to be such a dick about it?

Clearing his throat and managing to find his voice again, Jimin tries to tilt his head up defiantly. "We're friends."

Ugh, even that sounds like a lie on his tongue since he now knows the viscount's true feelings about him but Jimin isn't about to give Wonchul that little piece of information.

Chuckling in a terribly unkind way, Wonchul gives Jimin a look of feigned pity. "You can't even be honest with yourself, can you. God, that's pathetic."

Swallowing harshly, Jimin does his best to keep his chin high, ignoring the stinging behind his eyes. He doesn't reply, wishing he could remove himself from this situation but he can't see anywhere to go that isn't somewhere Wonchul can follow easily. The ballroom is wide open, nowhere to hide away from cruel words and awful omegas trying to tear him apart.

"It's sad, actually," Wonchul continues, apparently taking Jimin's silence as his queue to continue. "Changing your entire wardrobe won't get even the lowest of lords to consider you an eligible match, let alone an alpha without title. No one sees you as husband material, Jimin. They see you as a silly little boy, immature and disinterested in keeping an alpha happy and a household managed. Even a whole new personality at this point isn't going to be winning you any affections. You should really just give up."

And Jimin will never know just where the sudden burst of confidence in his chest comes from. Maybe it's been all of the nights he's spent with his best friend by his side or in the Jeon sitting room where Taehyung would detail just how truly ridiculous Wonchul and so many of the other debutantes are. Maybe it's just this whole bloody week and all the fast changes he's dealing with that's got him fired up on the inside. Jimin doesn't know.

All he knows is that what comes tumbling out of his mouth next shocks him just as much as it does Choi Wonchul.

"You know, for someone so confident in saying I'll never find a match, you sure do spend a lot of time thinking about me. What is it, Wonchul? Do you perhaps see little old me as a threat to your own prospects? Is that why you seem to spend so much time hounding me at every ball every season?" Jimin steels a quick glance at the other omega's face just to watch it turn red before he continues, smirking. "Why are you so obsessed with me? Honestly, it's getting super weird at this point."

He can practically feel the steam coming off of Wonchul's person as the omega fumes, looming even closer, clearly ready to give Jimin the tongue-lashing of a lifetime when-

"Good evening Mr. Jimin, Mr. Wonchul," a gentle voice cuts in, one that Jimin isn't sure he's familiar with but one he's more than grateful for all the same, taking the opportunity to turn while simultaneously stepping away from Wonchul.

A rather tall, rather handsome, rather familiar alpha is the one addressing them, though Jimin can't manage to recall his name. He's seen him before, probably even met him before just like he's seen everyone else in the ton and internally kicks himself for not coming better prepared this evening with a quick refresher on all the eligible suitors that may be in attendance tonight.

He's racking his brain for who this alpha is when Wonchul unknowingly saves him.

"Mr. Kim," Wonchul replies in his well-practiced way, tucking his glass of lemonade behind his back and bowing deeply, not at all knocked off his game by a potential suitor interrupting their verbal sparring match. He steps right back into his perfect little demure omega act easily. "Lovely to see you this evening."

Jimin follows suite, bowing as well, staying silent.

"And you," Mr. Kim smiles easily, two dimples indenting either of his cheeks as he does. "Are you both enjoying your evening?"

"Very much so," Wonchul answers for the both of them apparently, subtly trying to nudge his way in front of Jimin. "The orchestra is especially lively tonight. I've been enjoying the dance floor so much that my feet are beginning to ache." He follows this up with a shy giggle.

Jimin resists the urge to roll his eyes. Wonchul has hardly been on the dance floor tonight, too busy harassing other omegas about things he shouldn't know.

Smiling warmly, the alpha's gaze barely takes in Wonchul before they settle on Jimin more firmly, his eyes kind. "Mr. Jimin, I was hoping to ask if you still had spots free on your dance card this evening."

It takes Jimin a moment to realize what Mr. Kim is saying considering that's not at all what he was expecting. He'd assumed, if anything, that the alpha had come over to speak with and probably attempt to court Wonchul, like most other alphas in the ton do. The question has him blinking momentarily before he begins nodding slowly.

"I- yes, yes of course," Jimin stammers, feeling a little faint when Mr. Kim beams at him. "I still have spots available."

"Most spots, I'm sure," Wonchul says with a syrupy sweet smile.

"Splendid," the alpha replies only to Jimin, those double dimples on his cheeks getting even deeper as he grins. "I'd love to add my name if it's not too much trouble."

Holy shit, it's happening. It's happening, it's actually happening. Jimin hadn't been sure it would, he thought he may have to try a few new outfits for upcoming balls to secure a dance request but it's actually happening tonight on his first attempt. He's giddy at the idea of a prospect, even if a single dance might not lead anywhere but it could lead to more alphas looking his way if anything else. And Mr. Kim is very handsome indeed. Maybe this won't be as difficult as he'd originally thought.

Grinning delightedly, Jimin nods and lifts his hand as daintily as he can manage for Mr. Kim to reach easily for the card hanging from his wrist, a thrill shooting up his spine as the alpha's thumb and forefinger close around the edge of the paper to hold it steady, a pencil ready in his hand.

And then everything happens so quickly, Jimin isn't exactly sure what happens. Not even when Wonchul gasps so loudly, it almost sounds like a scream just after he's seemingly stumbled into Jimin's outstretched arm.

"Oh my god, how mortifying!" Wonchul all but shouts loud enough for heads to turn in their direction. "I'm so sorry, Jimin, someone just bumped into me and I didn't realize!"

And it's only then that Jimin notes that Wonchul doesn't have lemonade in the glass he's been holding.

He has red wine.

Or had, Jimin should say.

Because the entire contents of that glass is now dripping down the front of Jimin's all white attire.

Choi Wonchul has just 'accidentally' fallen into him and dumped the whole thing straight down Jimin's shirt, jacket and sparkling sash in one fell swoop.

Time feels like it stops dead in its tracks around him as Jimin slowly looks down and finds his whole outfit now dripping with red liquid mostly directly down his chest but also flecked out onto the sleeves and currently seeping into his trousers.

It looks like he's been stabbed, which is ironic considering he also feels that way, like the wine is the blood of his shattered heart spilling all over him as he realizes his perfectly coiffed look this evening is completely ruined. He can feel the way so many pairs of eyes turn to settle on him, to watch the scene unfold before them. Wonchul's hands are now both on his cheeks like he's just completely shocked and hiding his 'embarrassment' of tumbling into a fellow omega but the way his eyes glint tell Jimin everything he needs to know.

"I'm really so sorry, it was an accident truly," Wonchul is saying to… well, not to Jimin but to Mr. Kim, his eyes wide and innocent and pleading.

The alpha seems a bit stunned at the scene before him.

"These these things happen," he tries to say diplomatically, clearing his throat. He's obviously unsure how to proceed considering it's not like Jimin can now go out onto the dance floor covered in wine. Jimin silently pleads that he'll just go away so the omega won't be the rude one making an exit. "I'm… I can go and fetch a maid to assist you."

Jimin nods. "Thank you," he says softly, feeling like an absolute fool standing there looking like a murder victim.

"Of course," Mr. Kim tries to say kindly and then grimaces before swiftly taking his leave.

"Oops," Wonchul mutters into his ear, just as Jimin locates the perfect path to flee. "Though I have to say, I think I did you a favor. White really isn't your color. Red on the other hand…"

Jimin doesn't wait around to hear the rest.

He manages to walk quickly out of the ballroom, hurrying up the stairs and away from all of those eyes on him.

Stumbling out into the walkway, Jimin clutches a hand to his chest and gasps for air, yanking at the knot of his cravat, his stomach turning in shame all over again when the cloth feels damp beneath his fingers. Tears spring to his eyes and he chokes on a swallowed-back sob as he tries to catch his breath, feeling like he's drowning over and over in complete and utter humiliation.

He should have known better. He should have been smarter than to stand in the same vicinity as Choi Wonchul knowing how vicious the man can be. He also should have known better than to wear all white to a ball. All of this was just plain stupid on his part.

Christ, how completely ridiculous was this plan anyway? What the hell had Jimin been thinking? Of course it wasn't going to be that simple. Not on his third year out on the marriage mart, the last two of which have been spent pretending he wasn't in society at all. How could he possibly have deluded himself into thinking a wardrobe change and a hair pin could actually find him a mate just like that?

He should have known better.

Swallowing harshly, Jimin manages to make his way out into the entrance path long enough to flag down a footman for his carriage, waiting for the nod of approval before he slips behind one of the pillars in front of the mansion again, leaning his back against it for support and trying to steady himself, hoping to stay out of sight until he can rush to his carriage and hide inside. He pulls at the clothing around his neck until he feels like he can breathe again, not caring a bit if he looks like a mess anymore. It doesn't matter anyway, does it. Not when his ensemble is dripping with red liquid and his only prospect ever all but sprinted out of reach the moment Jimin wasn't perfectly pretty any longer.

This whole thing was so absurd. He can't believe he ever thought this would work.

He knows how everyone in the ton sees him and tonight he'd only made it abundantly clear that their views are correct. He hates to even admit it in the privacy of his own head but Wonchul is right; he's just a silly, immature boy who got caught up in some ridiculous fantasy of somehow managing to find someone to marry him. He's been so foolish, so reckless to think just because he'd decided to find a match that Jimin could easily and quickly do so. What the hell had he been thinking-

"Jimin? Hey! What are you doing out here? Are you heading out already?"

Closing his eyes briefly to pretend like maybe he just doesn't currently exist at all and can't be seen, Jimin turns into the wall to hide his face, swallowing firmly and somehow steadies himself to meet face to face with the one person he'd rather die than see right in this moment.

With a sigh of resignment, Jimin waits until the sound of steps along the gravel come closer and then he turns to find Jeon Jeongguk hovering just behind him, the pinch of concern in his brow deepening harshly when he takes in the state of Jimin beneath the firelight of the torches above them.

"Jimin," Jeongguk repeats just shy of a gasp, gaze racing all over the fresh stain still seeping into more threads of his clothing. "Are you-"

"I'm fine," Jimin bites out. "It's just wine."

"What happened?" Jeongguk asks, taking a step forward and reaching a hand out like he's going to somehow help the situation.

And, frankly, that does nothing but piss Jimin the fuck off.

He takes an immediate step back and glares at the viscount.

"Don't worry about it," he snaps. "Goodnight, Lord Jeon."

He turns to leave, almost running right into the pillar but he's stopped with a hand on his elbow, the touch burning into his skin and he wrenches his arm free, whipping around to send Jeongguk a scathing look.

The alpha looks even more worried but Jimin can't care. Not when he just wants to get the hell out of here.

"Should I get Hobi?" Jeongguk asks hesitantly, carefully. "You shouldn't be out without a chaperone-"

"Spinsters don't need chaperones."

Brown eyes do their best to give him a playfully stern look. "You aren't a spinster yet, Jimin."

Fury burns the back of Jimin's throat so severely, he's certain he's going to breathe fire the next time he speaks and for a moment, he just stares incredulously back at the viscount.

How dare he.

How fucking dare he act like he can just speak so casually and even teasingly to Jimin after what he so easily said behind his back. How dare he act like they are any semblance of friends when he treats Jimin like some sort of joke in the company of other alphas, no. Hell fucking no.

Jimin has had enough.

"I'm on my third year on the marriage mart," Jimin replies coolly, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "What else would you expect me to call that? No one is courting me. No one would ever court me. I'm the laughing stock of the ton even when I change my entire wardrobe. And you of all people don't get to pretend that isn't the case."

Jeongguk stares back at him, his gaze moving over Jimin's face like he's trying to find an explanation, a reason for such anger and seems to come up short when he shifts his weight onto his other foot uncomfortably, his brows furrowed so deeply it makes his big eyes look small.

"Jimin…" he says slowly and Jimin wants to scream. "Are you… Are you upset with me about something?"

It's such an absurdly basic question, Jimin can't help but laugh though it sounds cold and bitter even to his own ears. He shakes his head, deciding he's had just about enough interactions with Jeon Jeongguk and his fake friendly act for one night and turns once again to go, hoping desperately that his carriage is finally ready, but is once again stopped by a touch to his arm.

"Hey," Jeongguk says quickly, a little urgently. "Please don't go before you tell me what's going on? I'm your friend and if I've done something-"

"Friend?" Jimin barks, whirling back around so swiftly, Jeongguk actually takes a step back, releasing his grip. "Seriously? You think it's perfectly okay to call yourself my friend?"

Jeongguk opens his mouth to reply but Jimin cuts him off, needing to finish this and be done with it.

"I overheard you," he says, glaring at the viscount. "The other day. Telling all of your alpha friends about how you would never ever court Park Jimin. So don't stand there and call yourself my friend. Friends don't talk badly about each other behind their backs."

How quickly Jeongguk goes from confused to stunned would be funny if this entire situation wasn't so damned sad.

To his irritation, his eyes prickle once again at the way one of his once considered close friend looks at him, not even denying he'd said it, not that Jimin would believe him anyway but it might feel a little better than just watching him stand there in shocked silence.

He realizes now how much easier it was to avoid Jeongguk the last few days. Facing him now just fucking hurts.

This is someone Jimin grew up with thinking he'd always be there in his corner, in his life. Someone he cared for so deeply. Someone he loved. And even if Jeongguk didn't return his feelings, Jimin never even considered that the viscount didn't care for him like a friend. Like a brother. Like anything other than a childish omega who simply embarrassed Jeongguk.

God, just remembering the sound of Jeongguk's voice, the harshness of his laugh like Jimin was nothing more than a silly jest to toss around amongst the alphas in the ton has the tears balancing precariously along his lash line tip over and fall down his cheeks and he turns his face away, brushing the lace of his gloves beneath his eyes.

He's so tired.

He just wants to go home.

"Mr. Park," an attendant calls from the road just a few feet down the steps. "Your carriage is ready."

With a pathetic little sniff, Jimin doesn't meet Jeongguk's eyes as he turns to leave.

And once again, is caught by the hand on his arm.

"Jimin, wait-"

"Don't," Jimin murmurs. He doesn't turn all the way back around this time. He simply turns his head, knowing it's quiet enough for Jeongguk to hear. "Look. I know you'd never court me. I never expected you to. But I also never expected you to be making fun of me about it either because I thought we were friends."

He feels the grip loosen on his arm and he takes advantage, delivering his final blow.

"I just never thought you of all people would be so cruel."

And with that, he shakes himself loose and hurries to his carriage, grateful for the privacy where he can finally let himself cry softly in peace.

By the time he's gotten home, stripped out of his wine-stained clothes and finished a very long, very leisure bath, Jimin was sure he'd be ready to collapse into bed and rest after everything.

But his mind won't settle so he finds himself curling up in the nook beside his window wrapped in his dressing gown instead, staring out into the square of mansions surrounding his own. He figures Hobi will be home at any moment now, probably prepared to give Jimin a stern talking to about going places unchaperoned. He won't be mean, though. He never is to Jimin.

Still, it makes something uncomfortable churn in Jimin's stomach. He hates it when his brother is upset with him. He also doesn't prefer to rehash the evening events if he doesn't have to. By now, all of the ton must know what happened, probably all laughing about how ridiculous it was for Jimin to show up in white anyway, very obviously suddenly desperate to make a match and instead made a fool of himself. That's usually how these things are discussed; there is no sympathy or understanding in society. Only judgement.

Which he should be used to by now. It's nothing new. But tonight, his little world feels more unfair than it has in some time and he can't help the resentment and rage that's swirling around in his gut. That because he'd tried to participate the right way and do his duty as an omega on the marriage mart, he was somehow the one who ended up running out in shame. That while omegas are expected to do the utmost to attract a mate, to be perfect and accomplished and never falter, alphas get to spend all their time speaking unkindly of those efforts, omegas only becoming objects of ridicule in their eyes.

It's entirely unacceptable and Jimin is wallowing in the unjustness of it all right now.

Maybe Jimin should just stay home for a few days. He'd hardly have to worry about anyone missing him. And who knows, maybe this way Hoseok will have a chance to court someone without having to worry about his baby brother causing problems-

The gentle knock at his door has Jimin startling out of his thoughts, turning quickly as the doorknob turns without waiting for a reply and Jimin braces himself, already knowing exactly who it is.

His brother peeks his head around the door, not even bothering to look toward the bed, clearly having guessed where Jimin would be with the candles all still lit in his room. "Can I come in?"

It's rare to see Hobi looking anything other than bright and kind. It's a bit unnerving to see him so serious.

But Jimin knew this was coming so he agrees with a nod, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs, keeping himself small as he waits for the scolding.

Grabbing the chair from the writing desk nearby, Hobi settles it beside the window nook and rests his forearms on his things, lacing his fingers between his knees. He seems to have been home for a while already, having rid himself of his tailcoat, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows.

Jimin watches him carefully, studying the crease between Hobi's brows as the alpha takes a deep breath, his gaze on the floor.

And then he looks up.

"Are you okay?"

Jimin stares back at him for a moment, caught off guard by the question.

Biting down on his bottom lip, he gives a nod because he's terrified he might cry if he speaks, not feeling at all like he deserves this kindness. He's so angry and so embarrassed by the whole evening but here in the privacy of his home and his supportive brother, Jimin feels the weight lift just a little.

"I'm so sorry," Hobi says softly, his eyes pleading. "I should have stayed closer. You shouldn't even be able to run out of an event without being able to find me quickly so I can get you home. I failed you tonight Jiminie, and I'm so sorry."

"No, Hobi," Jimin says quickly, sitting up and leaning forward. "You didn't do anything wrong, you have nothing to be-"

"I do," Hobi argues straight away, shaking his head. "I didn't protect you like I should have. I hope you can forgive me. I promise I won't ever leave you like that again."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Jimin tries again. "I shouldn't have left without you-"

"Yes you damn well should have," Hobi replies incredulously. "I don't ever want you staying somewhere you're not comfortable. It would have been so much worse for you to stay covered in wine. I'm glad you left."

His face still looks so serious, Jimin doesn't know what to do so he just reaches forward and hugs his brother tightly. He's so exhausted and so grateful Hobi isn't furious with him and so thankful to have this support system in his life. He doesn't deserve his brother.

"Thank you," he whispers, huffing a soft laugh when Hobi pats him on the back in return.

"Always," Hoseok murmurs back before Jimin releases his hold.

Though he notes right away that Hobi won't meet his eyes.

"Now that that's sorted, I should tell you that you have a visitor."

Frowning, Jimin cocks his head to the side. "What?"

"Mhm," Hobi says, though he looks quite unhappy about it. "In the back garden. I told him it was late but he's insisting."

Ah. Taehyung, then. This is a common thing for him, although he's usually smart enough to signal Jimin's favorite maid instead of involving either of their brothers. Hobi never approves of these late night visits, even between omegas who are essentially family. He always whines about if anyone saw them and might think scandal since an eligible alpha lives at the Park House as well.

Taehyung has never cared about such things and it's no surprise he'd heard about Jimin's blunder at the ball and is here to check on him. Jimin is only surprised he'd not been more careful about it.

With a sigh, Jimin nods and follows his brother out of his room. He can tell this isn't the time to tease him about being annoyed at Tae so he follows quietly, deciding it's better to wait until tomorrow when things cool down. Hobi is still obviously shaken by Jimin's eventful evening and he's not about to make things worse.

Following his brother through the halls, Jimin wraps his robe tighter around himself. He didn't even bother to change since it's only Taehyung, although he regrets it a bit when the cool of the evening hits his skin as Hobi pushes the back door open, the fabric of Jimin's dressing gown whispering along the small rocks on the gravel path through the gardens.

He stifles a yawn and scrubs at one of his eyes, wishing very much for sleep now that he's spoken with his sibling. As much as he wants to be glad for his friend coming to see after him, Jimin would really like to just go to bed and sleep off the rest of his mortification in peace. Maybe Taehyung will make it quick, give him a hug and let him go to bed.

But when Hoseok pauses in front of the gate with his hand on the latch, Jimin frowns.

"Brother?" Jimin asks softly, unsure of how to proceed.

With one serious huff, Hoseok turns back to him with something bordering on sternness swimming in his gaze, more intense than Jimin has seen in a while.

"I told him I could give you a moment alone because you guys are friends but please don't do anything stupid like walk out where anyone can see you, okay? Stay back here. And please do your best to keep it short."

Feeling even more confused, Jimin nods anyway. Hobi never likes it when Tae comes at night but he's never been this agitated about it before. And Jimin isn't in the mood to push his luck with a late night visitor like wandering out to where anyone can see them.

But Hobi's demeanor is putting him on edge anyway.

With one last glare, Hoseok unlatches the gate and pushes open the door just a crack.

And then he turns and heads back inside, closing the door soundlessly behind him.

Bewildered, Jimin watches him go for a moment before he turns back and swings the gate open far enough to let Taehyung in, peering out to motion his friend inside.

Except it's not Taehyung at his gate door.

Breath catching in his throat, Jimin freezes as Jeon Jeongguk appears from the shadows of the foliage surrounding the mansion walls, the dim lamp light flickering from just inside the garden giving the soft wave of his dark hair the illusion of rolling midnight waves like the sea. He's still dressed in his attire from the ball, though he's tossed a black greatcoat overtop to keep the chill in the air away.

He looks so dashing which makes Jimin feel even more self-conscious in his dressing gown and bedclothes, wrapping his hands around himself as if to cover his state of undress. Why, why hadn't Hoseok forced him to put proper evening dress on before coming out here? Even if they are old friends, Jimin would never choose to appear informally in front of someone outside of his family besides Taehyung.

Especially not Jeongguk.

"What are you doing here?" Jimin demands, shrinking back into the entryway self-consciously.

He can't look him in the eye, not in the state he's in. Their conversation from only hours ago rushes back through his mind and his face feels warm all over again. He stands by everything he said earlier but fucking hell. He's already been completely embarrassed tonight. He doesn't think he can take any more indignity at this point, especially not at his own doorstep.

He sees one of Jeongguk's boots take a small step toward him but he still doesn't look up, not even when he can feel the alpha's hesitation.

Jeongguk clears his throat lightly. "I bribed Hoseok to give us some time alone."

Jimin huffs, looking off to the side. "Why would you do that?"

Another step against the gravel and Jimin closes his eyes in frustration.

"I couldn't even think about sleeping," Jeongguk says gently. "I had to see how you were. After what happened at the ball-"

"I'm fine." Jimin cuts a glare at the alpha. "You didn't need to come here."

"Yes I did," Jeongguk replies immediately like he'd been expecting that response. "I needed to see you."

"Lord Jeon," Jimin sighs, exasperation coloring the title. "I really don't think-"

"No don't." Jeongguk sounds almost frantic and Jimin pauses, glancing up. "Don't call me that. Please, Jimin, we've been friends for so long and when you call me that, it…"

He takes a deep, ragged breath, pressing a hand to his sternum like he's trying to keep himself together. "It hurts. When you call me that, it hurts so much."

"Good. Maybe that'll help you understand how I feel then."

The words slip out before Jimin can stop them, the vindictive voice in his head pushing them out of his mouth resentfully because Jeongguk has no goddamn right to talk about how hurt he is when Jimin is the one who's been made a complete fool of, not just between them as friends in private but in front of others, in front of alphas who run this godforsaken ton, who's opinions matter.

No, Jeongguk doesn't get to say Jimin using his title hurts. Not after what he did.

He ignores the guilt creating an ache in his chest. He's never spoken to Jeongguk that way before.

Though, he's also never been angry with the alpha either.

It's a horrible feeling all the way around.

And the pain in Jeongguk's irises beneath the flickering torches isn't helping make him feel any better about it.

"Jimin," Jeongguk says, a slight plea in his voice. "I'm so very, very sorry for what I said the other day. It was completely callous and horrible and not at all something I should have ever said. I didn't intend it that way but I can understand how you heard it and I'm so sorry I said anything like that. I should never speak about a dear friend like that."

"Then perhaps we're not friends," Jimin snaps back because even with an apology, his feelings don't magically stop hurting and he just isn't quite ready to forgive and forget. Not when he still feels so betrayed.

"Yes we are," Jeongguk argues straight away, taking another step forward. "Jimin, you can't say we aren't friends. We are. You are one of my best friends. Someone so important in my life, I can't bear the thought of us not being close anymore. And I'm sorry for what I said and how you heard it, I'm so sorry. It wasn't at all what I meant, I just really wanted them to stop talking about you and it was the best I could do in the moment and I'm… I'm sorry."

The last sentence has whatever retort Jimin had locked and loaded in his chamber of wrath promptly dying out in his throat, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean you wanted them to stop talking about me?"

Jeongguk huffs harshly through his nose, his gaze resolutely on the ground. He looks almost angry. Jimin isn't sure why but he stays quiet, watching the viscount carefully.

"Sometimes, the way alphas speak to one another can be… well. It can be flippant. And in very poor taste. It's not something for omegas to hear."

That comment brings a spike of irritation to the back of Jimin's neck and he crosses his arms over his chest defensively. "I think omegas can decide what they like to hear or not."

"No, that's not-" Jeongguk goes to argue, putting a hand out in front of him like he's trying to stop the words between them but pauses, taking a breath. "That's not what I mean. My point is that alphas can become very casual in the presence of one another and say things out of turn. It's not okay, and I'm not trying to say it's okay, but it's something that happens. And sometimes, they go a bit far in discussing available omegas on the marriage mart. And sometimes, they talk about you."

He exhales harshly, almost bitterly as he stares at the ground. "And I hate it. But I have to be very careful when talking to the other alphas of the ton. If I go too much in either direction, either defending you or joining in, they'll zero in and never let it go. And I'd never forgive myself if I caused some sort of scandal for you so I redirect as best I can in the moment. It's never an easy thing."

Jimin's insides feel like they're rolling over each other, making him feel sick. It's horrifying to think the alphas in the ton are saying even more foul things about him than he'd heard, about all of the omegas apparently.

It's even more upsetting to think he's been so mad at Jeongguk over a misunderstanding.

"I'm so sorry," Jeongguk murmurs again. "You're not a joke to me and I've never thought of you as anything other than the kind and warm friend I've always cherished. I'm proud to call you one of my dearest and closest friends and I'm so sorry I ever made you doubt that."

Jimin can't bear to look at him anymore. His heart aches too much.

"It's been so strange these last few days," Jimin says softly to the gravel at their feet. "I've never thought of you as anything other than my sweet friend who cared for me like you do your own brother. But now it feels like I saw a different side of things, of you and I just…"

He trails off, shaking his head.

"I understand why you did it. And I appreciate you protecting me from them. But I don't know where to go from here because it just solidifies all of my biggest fears that I am in fact the absolute laughing stock of this entire city and I just. I don't know what to do with that. And after making a fool of myself tonight-"

"You didn't make a fool of yourself," Jeongguk cuts in vehemently. "Someone tried to sabotage you, another debutante jealous of you-"

"But I'm not a debutante, am I?" Jimin bites back, tossing a look at Jeongguk. "I'm no longer a debutante but instead a sad, stupid omega on my third year on the marriage mart with absolutely no prospects to show for it. I don't know what anyone would have to be jealous of."

Jeongguk furrows his brow in confusion. "Jimin," he says at length. "Do you… are you interested in having prospects?"

Jimin pauses for a moment, feeling caught out but he's not ready to talk about his thoughts or plans yet. Not with anyone but certainly, definitely not with Jeongguk, not ever. So he looks toward the entrance of the path and waves the question away with a flip of his hand, redirecting because that's not even what he's frustrated about right now.

Wonchul's words are rattling around in his head still and so he says what's true.

"It doesn't matter," he says simply. "I just don't want to be seen as this immature omega by everyone in the ton. I want to be more than Hoseok's baby brother or the shadow of the Jeon family. I want to be my own person and have my own experiences and not be judged and ridiculed by everyone in society."

"I can understand that," Jeongguk nods, his eyes soft. "I really can. Sometimes being in the ton can be a lot. The pressure is immense."

"Not for you," Jimin mutters, locking eyes with the alpha. "You can do whatever you want. You get to be in the world freely, comfortably, independently. You get to experience everything you want and you're celebrated for it. Meanwhile, I can barely step outside of my house before the expectations are suffocating me."

Jeongguk, to Jimin's relief, simply nods, his small smile sympathetic. They don't often talk about these things directly to each other but Jimin knows Taehyung has gone on and on about it to them both. Tae's always been very clear that Jeongguk understands the plight of an omega. Or tries his best to anyway.

So Jimin is thankful to see that that's at least true.

"You're right," Jeongguk agrees. "It's a completely unfair system."

"It is. And I wish so much that I could just be seen as an equal and not just an omega or a fool or anything else."

"I don't see you as anything other than Park Jimin," Jeongguk retorts with a light grin.

Jimin rolls his eyes even as he can feel a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "I know you don't, but you're also not the problem. It just feels like everything is stacked against omegas meanwhile alphas get to do whatever they please."

"I know. I don't disagree."

"I feel like all I ever do is wait for things to happen to me. It's like I have no control over my own life or what I'm allowed to experience."

Jeongguk cocks his head, curiosity ticking his brow upward. "And what is it you'd like to experience, Jimin?"

Oh god, the omega is not about to go down that rabbit hole. Even as his eyes flicker down to Jeongguk's lips for a brief moment, Jimin forces himself to look away. And besides that, it's not even what he's trying to get at.

"I don't know," he says instead. "That's the point, isn't it? I have no say in it because I don't even know the possibilities because I'm not allowed to want them."

"You can want whatever you want," the viscount says seriously. "No one is stopping you from having dreams."

"There is an entire society that's stopping that, Jeongguk. Omegas don't get to have dreams."

"Jimin," Jeongguk says gently, kindly but it only makes Jimin's heart feel like it's splintering apart. "You are more than welcome to have dreams." He stands a little taller, squaring his shoulders. "In fact, I'm giving you permission as one of those annoying alphas in the ton to have as many dreams as you want."

Pressing his lips together to keep from laughing, Jimin shakes his head lightly. "Oh yeah?"

"Yup," Jeongguk beams, raising his hands out in front of him, palms up. "I even want you to tell me one of them. Right now. Tell me one of your dreams."

Jimin stares at him a little incredulously but Jeongguk stays firm, giving a little nod.

"Go on then," he says with a raised brow. "Think about it and then tell me one."

Sighing, Jimin considers fighting it and telling Jeongguk off for putting him on the spot like this.

But things like that become difficult under the scrutiny of Jeon Jeongguk and his beautiful eyes holding Jimin in place and it's not even surprising when he knows he's going to cave.

So he thinks about it for a moment. A long moment actually.

And the realization comes faster than he'd expected it to.

He's spent all of these days planning his new life, making plans and changing his entire wardrobe and without realizing it, he'd let himself hope. He'd allowed the fantasy of a potential match to invade his mind and give rise to the possibilities of his hidden dreams to become realities, like this would all be so simple and easy. He'd let himself believe it was possible for him to have everything; to rid Hobi of the burden of a younger omega sibling. To let Taehyung fly freely with his love match.

To stop longing for the alpha that lives only across the way from him. To finally, finally let that ache go.

Somewhere in the last few days, Jimin had allowed himself to be hopeful. That even if the expectations of him as a mate are perfectly clear, maybe he'd also get to have something he's always wanted out of it.

Something he's only ever read about in stories.

Something he'd never let himself wish for until recently, something he thought he'd get to have a chance at if he were to marry.

But the crushing realization that there is clearly little chance of that after tonight has done nothing but make Jimin feel unbelievably hopeless, and it's…

It's making him feel unsteady.

A bit demoralized.

And a bit… well.

A bit reckless.

And looking up into that kind, familiar face, the face not of the villainous viscount Jimin has been spinning in his head all week long but that of the boy Jimin fell in love with so many years ago. The face of someone he cherishes so deeply, he actually can't believe the fact that he'd been so angry with him at all.

The face of Jeon Jeongguk.

And Jimin had been prepared to put an end to this conversation since he's clearly not in the right state to be having a conversation at all. He should just go to bed. Bid the viscount a good evening and thank him for stopping by but Jimin is ready to sleep off this entire week altogether.

But the words never come.

Jimin can't even say where it comes from or what comes over him, feeling hypnotized under those fathomlessly deep brown eyes, round and worried and so very precious to Jimin.

Maybe it's the crash of heightened emotions after a dreadful evening.

Maybe it's the fall of hope.

Maybe it's the way the candlelight flickers that makes it look like starlight dancing in Jeongguk's beautiful gaze.

Jimin doesn't know.

All he knows is the next words out of his mouth are completely absurd and entirely unacceptable.

And yet, they come out anyway. Because Jeongguk had asked him to tell him one of his dreams.

And Jimin has had this dream for longer than he can remember.

He can't seem to let himself give up this one chance.

So he doesn't.

"Jeongguk," Jimin murmurs softly, nervously. His gaze locks with Jeongguk's and he can't look away. "Can I ask you something?"

The viscount nods. "Of course."

Worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth momentarily, Jimin only hesitates for a moment before his heart is leaping into his throat as he frees the question burning him up inside.

"Would you…" He whispers before trailing off, swallowing harshly against his dry throat. "Would you kiss me?"

It takes everything in him not to duck and run at the way Jeongguk's eyes flare wide in surprise, his hands coming up in front of him to twist his fingers around one another. He shifts his weight to the other foot, blinking several times. "Jimin," he says at length, his head shaking slightly. "I-"

"It wouldn't mean anything," Jimin says straight away, a little frantic, a little terrified, his words practically tumbling out over themselves. "It wouldn't and I would never ask anything of you because of it, I promise you, but I'm sure at this point that I'll never get to experience anything that I even remotely want and you asked me what one of my dreams is and I'd just never be able to forgive myself if I didn't at least try to have this one thing, to experience it just once in my life and I… I trust you."

Jeongguk's stopped fidgeting entirely, staring back at Jimin with an unreadable expression. Or maybe it is readable but Jimin can't focus, his hands shaking at his sides but he makes himself wait, forces himself to stay quiet, to let Jeongguk make the decision. Jimin won't force him of course.

But it's agony waiting for a reply.

The cool air seems to drop another degree around them, a gust of wind dancing between them, twirling the ribbon tie of Jimin's dressing gown along lightly as it goes and the omega suddenly feels exposed out here in nothing but his nightclothes, vulnerable in a way he's never been with Jeongguk, or frankly with anyone before and he can't help how his insides feel like they're about to spin out of control, like he might seriously burst into a fine dust of nothing on the spot as he begins to panic, second-guessing his insane request-

But then Jeongguk moves.

Slowly.

Carefully.

He takes a step forward.

And Jimin's heart lurches hopefully, his breath quickening because Jeongguk's already sharp jawline has just cinched itself even tighter, his gaze focused, never looking away from the omega.

He looks… determined.

Like he's made up his mind.

And as he moves closer, Jimin feels his own chest rise and fall faster in anticipation, adrenaline suddenly rushing through him, unable to look away, unable to stop himself from watching the alpha come toward him.

And when Jeongguk is close enough that Jimin can see the tiny mole that sits just beneath the alpha's bottom lip even in the dim firelight, the one Jimin has thought so many times about brushing his thumb across, a soft word slips free from Jimin's mouth unplanned.

"Please."

He doesn't mean to say it. He hopes it's quiet enough to go unnoticed. Maybe the wind will carry it away before it makes itself known to the viscount.

But when Jeongguk's eyes flash with something Jimin can't define, his stomach flips and he knows he heard.

And before Jimin can apologize, Jeongguk's fingers are suddenly there, curling beneath Jimin's chin, settling his thumb just below Jimin's bottom lip and tilting his face up so delicately, so tenderly it makes something deep in Jimin's chest ache, the sweetness of it something he's never experienced before, something he didn't realize he'd been longing for.

He's never been this close to Jeongguk before, close enough to feel his breath on his lips and Jimin's entire body goes a bit rigid, so afraid if he makes a wrong move it will all end.

His whole body trembles as Jeongguk looks into his eyes like he's search for something, and when Jimin's gaze flickers down to the alpha's mouth briefly before looking back up, Jeongguk gives him a small smile.

And then he leans in.

And Jimin's eyes flutter closed just as lips press to his so carefully.

He thinks he hears himself gasp but he can't be sure, not when time feels like it stops altogether, the world halting around him as Jeon Jeongguk kisses him so softly, gentle and careful and so sweet. Jimin's lips tingle with it, the warmth of the touch something he hasn't anticipated, sparks dancing between every point their skin meets from Jimin's mouth to the fingers still beneath his chin, a rush of something feeling like it overwhelms him all over as they linger in this kiss.

Christ. Jimin had no idea it would be like this.

It somehow feels both like an eternity and only a moment, but when Jeongguk pulls back enough to look Jimin in the eye again, all the omega knows is it wasn't enough. He needs more. He needs so much fucking more.

Jeongguk's thumb is still beneath Jimin's lips and he's still so close and his gaze is lidded and Jimin can't look away and he can't move, holding his breath to see what will happen next because he swears if this moment ends now, he'll implode right here on the spot. This can't be over yet. It can't be.

They stare at each other for another beat.

And Jimin can't explain it but somehow, they seem to silently agree.

And when they move again, it's in sync.

Jimin meets Jeongguk in the middle this time, reaching for another kiss, desperate to get his mouth back on the alpha and Jeongguk seems to fair no better, pressing his lips more firmly to Jimin's, more sure, more determined and a tiny ball of fireworks burst in Jimin's stomach, the fragments of which seem to dance their way toward every nerve-ending on his body. Their lips separate only a fraction and then meet again and again, finding each other like neither can get enough and Jimin's entire being feels like it reignites each time.

He feels wool beneath his fingers and hazily registers that he's gone and gripped his hands onto Jeongguk's great coat, curling the lapels into his fists to keep the alpha close, to keep him from even thinking of escaping because Jimin needs more more more of this and he isn't ready to let go.

The thumb beneath his mouth grazes along his jawline and then fingers splay out to caress his neck, Jeongguk using the grip to tilt Jimin's face up even more like a flower blooming toward its sun and Jimin uses the leverage to pull Jeongguk closer, a thrill racing up his spine as he feels Jeongguk shift forward.

And then Jimin moans.

It's not intentional, it's not even a noise he was aware he was capable of making but he can't help the way his body responds to the feeling of Jeon Jeongguk's fit alpha frame pressed against him, all hard lines and firm muscles and Jimin's insides heat up another degree, memories of this exact figure flitting through his mind, bare and beautiful throwing punches in the boxing ring, muscles flexing with the strength coursing through him as sweat beads along his skin. Jimin feels like he's drowning in molten lava, hot all over and clinging to Jeongguk like a man possessed, chest heaving toward the alpha with every breath.

And when he moans again, Jeongguk does something that has Jimin blushing all the way to the roots of his hair with just how goddamn good it is.

He slips his tongue into Jimin's mouth.

The noise the omega makes is somewhere between a squeak and a groan but he barely notices, gripping harder onto Jeongguk, making damn sure he doesn't go anywhere and does that little move again because Jimin needs it, he needs more, he didn't even know this was a possibility while kissing and now he knows what Jeon Jeongguk tastes like and sweet Jesus, his insides are absolutely scorching.

He meets Jeongguk's tongue with his own on the next kiss, parting his lips a little more for better access. The alpha fucking growls in response and Jimin almost passes out with just how good that sounds in his ears.

And then there is a grip on Jimin's waist.

Big hands grab onto either hip and he's being moved, spinning on the spot and feeling his back pressing up to the post of the gate opening, but he can't be bothered with that because Jeongguk's hot breath is panting into his mouth and Jimin isn't about to give up on getting another taste. So instead, he releases his hold on the coat and instead wraps his arms up and around Jeongguk's neck, holding him as close as he can, not giving him any ridiculous ideas like letting go at this point. Not when he's crowding into Jimin, his body feeling hotter than an open flame and bringing Jimin's own to a boiling point.

He's gasping for breath between kisses now, deciding breathing is far less important that getting more of Jeongguk's mouth on his, frantic with it. His fingers are sliding into the alpha's hair restlessly, combing through those soft waves and then down to the base of his skull and up again, to feel every part of Jeongguk he can manage, that he's being allowed even as his focus remains solely on their lips, ready to drown in kissing this man forever.

He's delighted that the viscount seems to be faring no better, just as equally interested in keeping his hands on Jimin, his touch running smoothly up and down Jimin's flanks and gripping his waist almost desperately, curling around to the small of his back to keep him flush against the alpha and Jimin is happy to oblige, happy to keep himself against the viscount from hip to chest, wishing he could somehow find a way to be even closer. His mind is so hazy with the heat between them and the warmth coiling in his lower belly and he just wants to find more places on Jeongguk to feel-

And then the alpha's lips are dragging along his jawline and his cheek and Jimin inhales sharply, to feel just how nice that is, how Jeongguk seems to leave a fever all along Jimin's skin in the wake of his lips no matter where they touch and Jimin sighs, tilting his head to the side, deciding right then and there that Jeongguk can kiss him wherever he wants, touch him wherever he wants, always-

And then Jeongguk's mouth is grazing down below his ear.

And then the alpha's lips are on his neck.

And then Jeongguk's scent is suddenly everywhere.

It overwhelms Jimin's senses, crashing over him like a wave in the sea and keeping him under, leather and amber wrapping around every fiber of his being, drowning his own scent completely and leaving him smelling only the alpha viscount. Jimin whimpers with the pleasure of it, his jaw going slack at just how fucking good that feels to belong to Jeon Jeongguk like this, to be his in this moment, to be his omega. Because that's what Jimin's omega is telling him. More present than it ever has been before, Jimin's omega is fully awake now, fully here and taking charge and telling Jimin exactly what he needs to know.

That they belong to this alpha now.

That they are his.

Jimin's grip on Jeongguk only tightens, his body trembling with the effort to stay upright because Jeongguk is scenting him, dragging his nose this way and that over Jimin's neglected scent gland, inhaling along the raised skin of it and the omega's whole body feels like it's ascending into the night sky. He's fully presenting his neck now, giving Jeongguk full access to scent him however he sees fit and Jimin wonders vaguely if heaven feels just like this because the euphoria he feels in this moment is indescribable. His omega is in pure bliss, practically purring inside of him with the pleasure of this big alpha scenting them and Jimin has the passing thought that he could pass out right here from just how damn good this feels but it would be fine, he thinks. He'd be happy to drift off into nothing with just this feeling surrounding him and carrying him into the abyss.

Jeongguk's body has him fully pinned to the post and Jimin's hands hold loosely at the collar of the alpha's coat, hardly even aware of anything else beyond the viscount's nose buried in his neck, covering them both in delicious leathery amber and sending Jimin into an oblivion he didn't even know existed.

And then Jeongguk seals his mouth overtop of Jimin's scent gland and sucks.

He laves his tongue along the raised skin so delicately, so sensually and Jimin lets out a soft little cry into the dark night air, unsure if he can take any more of this without combusting into tiny little particles with how goddamn intense his body feels, every part of him feeling absolutely divine-

And then just like that, everything is gone.

Jimin's eyes snap open at the loss of the contact against his front, stumbling a bit to gain his bearings and not fall to the ground, reaching behind him to hold himself steady against the fence post. His omega howls within him in agony, desperate for their alpha to return and keep giving them all of his attention and Jimin bites down on a whimper at just how lost, how disappointed, how hurt he suddenly feels.

"Jimin-" Jeongguk gasps, at least a foot away now, his eyes wide, his hands up and out in front of him, palms facing Jimin like he's trying to keep him away which only serves to make Jimin ache more. "I-… I'm…"

He's stammering and Jimin can't find his voice, his entire being still too shocked from the whiplash of going from the highest high he's ever been on to the absolute crushing low of rejection, everything inside of him yearning to go back to just seconds ago, desperate to find euphoria again, frantic for more-

And that's when it hits him.

The scent.

It's not just Jeongguk's leathery comfort surrounding him anymore, although that's still heavy. No, now there is something else.

A sweetness is sneaking just beneath it, complimenting it gently with a light cinnamon and candied caramel scent that lingers along the notes of Jeongguk's amber, wrapping around them and seeping into them, coating them evenly.

Jimin's own scent.

Jimin's own scent that's coming from-

Oh god.

Jimin's eyes widen as panic threatens to overtake him, shame dousing his intoxication in cold water and putting out the fire in his belly swiftly, his knees wobbling as he forces himself upright, just managing not to stumble.

Because Jimin can feel it.

That wetness between his legs. It's so much more than it's ever been before, so much so that he can actually-

Oh no.

He can smell it. It's his scent he carries every day but so much stronger, heavier somehow, thick and thoroughly introducing itself to Jeongguk's scent still clinging to Jimin's skin, to his clothes, Christ there is no way Jeongguk doesn't smell it-

"I have to go," Jimin manages to whisper, his face as hot as an open flame as he tucks his robes that have come undone in the heat of their kisses back into place, hugging his arms around himself as he does.

"Jimin-"

But Jimin is already over the threshold of the gate, quickly snapping the latch closed, thankful Jeongguk doesn't try to stop him. He hurries inside without another look back, his heart in his throat, his stomach twisting into knots.

His quiet tears slipping down his cheeks match the anguished sobs of his omega as he leaves what they perceive as their alpha behind in the dark night and hurry to his room, regret and shame taking him under the minute the door closes behind him.

Jimin knows he should be thankful that his subconscious didn't plague him with dreams all night long of strong hands and soft lips and a scent so delicious even the memory makes his mouth water. He knows he should be grateful for the reprieve.

The problem is that he didn't dream simply because he didn't sleep.

At all.

He'd not been able to.

Not when he'd needed to get the scent of Jeon Jeongguk off of his skin before his maids came in to ready him for the day. Not when leather and amber lingered heavily all around him.

No, Jimin hadn't been afforded the luxury of sleep last night. He'd had work to do.

His skin still tingles from just how hard he'd scrubbed himself clean, spending an obscene amount of time on his neck, desperate to rid himself of anything resembling the richness of a certain eligible viscount, ignoring the way his omega wailed every time the damp cloth covered in soaps and anything fragrant Jimin could locate in his rooms this late at night passed over his scent gland. He couldn't dwell on it, instead focusing on stripping himself down, washing all over, redressing and then storing all of his clothing from the night before beneath his bed.

It made something so visceral ache in his chest to wash it all off. To make sure he smelled of nothing but his own candied caramel scent.

Though, nothing could get rid of the phantom touches still lingering in certain places along his body. His waist. His lips. The raised skin just beneath his ear. No amount of scrubbing could get that off.

And Jimin isn't sure he wants to anyway, even if it brings a fresh flush to his cheeks every time he remembers it.

He's never been scented before. He'd had no earthly idea it would be like that. So… so intense. And all-consuming. He had no idea there was so much more to it than just scents mixing.

Mamas in the ton really tell their omega children nothing. Jimin had never expected information from his own mother considering she'd lost interest in anything related to mating quickly upon discovering Jimin was less than thrilled about joining society at all let alone finding an alpha, but considering Taehyung also seems just as clueless as Jimin in this area of mates, it's clear all of them are left in the dark for a reason.

And honestly? Jimin can't exactly blame them.

Because if he'd ever been told just how exquisite it is to be scented by a strong, capable, divine-smelling alpha, well. He's not sure he'd ever be able to get anything done again. He'd just have spent all of his time pining away for that feeling, hoping and praying to experience it for himself.

Which is currently what's happening to him now. Even as his omega still shakes and shivers in his chest, absolutely heartbroken over no longer being covered in their alpha's scent, Jimin's mind is elsewhere, off on a cloud daydreaming helplessly about how good it felt to have Jeongguk's body against his, pinning him in place, feeling him everywhere. Sending Jimin to the skies with his hands and his lips and his overwhelming scent.

Christ, Jimin wants it again. And again and again and again. Even that bit about the wetness between his legs, Jimin would endure it just to have-

"Jimin-ah? Are you even listening to me?"

Startling harshly out of his thoughts, Jimin turns to find Hoseok frowning at him from where he walks beside him, Jimin's arm still tucked through his elbow as they stroll.

Blinking rapidly, Jimin comes back to himself, squinting up toward the blue sky and giving his head a little shake. Wow, he'd really lost himself just now in his daydreaming. He'd completely forgotten he was out promenading with his sibling, his hand squeezing around Hobi's forearm in apology.

"Forgive me, brother," Jimin says regretfully, pursing his lips. "I got lost in my head for a moment."

"I'll say," Hobi replies, letting out a soft laugh. "Everything okay?"

Jimin hums, flicking the fan in his hand open and beginning to flutter it just beneath his warm face. "I think the heat might be getting me a bit."

"Should we head home? I'm happy to get out of the sun if you are."

Shaking his head, Jimin attempts to offer an easy smile, deciding being out and about is much better of an idea than being couped up at home where memories will try and drown him. "No, it's okay. It's nice to get some fresh air."

Hobi sighs. "I suppose. And maybe it's smart for you to be seen out today. So no one thinks you're hiding after last night."

"What?" Jimin says, much quicker and louder than he'd meant to, panic seizing in his chest. "Why would I be hiding? I have no reason to hide."

Hobi gives him a quizzical look. "Yeah, I know. That's my point. With you running out early from the ball, people are probably talking so it's best to just carry on as usual."

"Oh," Jimin breathes, relief flooding him. "Right. The ball. Of course."

"What, you forgot already?" Hoseok chuckles lightly. "I guess Jeongguk's visit really did help last night."

The laugh Jimin releases is so high, it borders on hysterical and he tries to cough to cover it, the sound so unpleasant even he winces. He deliberately ignores Hoseok staring at him in confusion and continues walking, pretending to admire the river they trail beside as they go and pleading with the blush in his face to go away from the mere thought of Jeongguk and last night.

"Good day, Mr. Park."

Jimin can feel the way Hobi's entire body has gone rigid before his brother manages to reply.

"Ah, Mr. Youngil," Hoseok says with a little bow of his head. "Good day."

Jimin watches as Hwang Youngil makes his way over from where he'd been sitting along the shoreline of the river, his elder alpha sister nodding to them both from where she stays seated on the picnic blanket.

Youngil is a very petite omega with the biggest, brightest smile Jimin has ever seen. He debuted only last year, his fiery red hair helping him stand out amongst the debutantes and has definitely been a favorite dance partner to many alphas at each ball, being an excellent dancer himself.

And Jimin knows all of this because he'd clocked Youngil speaking with Jeongguk over the snack table once last year. And maybe Jimin surreptitiously keeps tabs on those who show interest in the viscount. He can't help it. It's become second nature.

Especially when those who speak with Jeongguk could be a real possibility for marriage material. Jimin has only ever heard great things about Youngil, especially from other omegas on the marriage mart. He seems kind and sweet, and has luckily not made any further attempts to have any kind of conversation let alone dance with Jeon Jeongguk.

Though he wonders now if he should be concerned with this omega for other reasons since Hobi is now standing so still, he could be painted right here on the footpath.

And Youngil's face all but matches the color of his hair with how deeply he's blushing.

"Jimin," Youngil greets him simply, but his eyes only leave Hobi's momentarily to do so, his gaze back on the alpha immediately.

Jimin nods but doesn't say anything else, too wrapped up in whatever this is and what's about to happen next.

"Such splendid weather we are having," Youngil beams. "My sister and I are having lunch just by the river and I don't think I've seen a cloud in sight."

"Mm," Hobi says, still so rigid Jimin thinks if a gust of wind came, it would knock him right over. "Delightful indeed."

"I was worried I'd be a bit warm but my fan is so helpful today to be sure."

Youngil then flourishes his fan out in front of him, sweeping it just over his chest smoothly in a way that impresses even Jimin.

"Definitely a helpful tool."

Smiling, Youngil tucks a stray red strand of hair behind his ear, glancing shyly to the ground and then up beneath his lashes, batting them at Hoseok. "I do hope it cools before the next ball. I hate to be overly hot on the dance floor."

Damn, he is playing a good game here and Jimin can't quite believe his brother hasn't folded. Hobi loves to be out on the floor at every ball since he himself is an excellent dancer. Though he mostly participates in group dances to keep anyone from thinking he's courting them, and Youngil clearly is doing his best to land the right move here to get the alpha to notice him.

Still, Hobi gives him nothing.

"I'm sure temperatures will be more suitable in the evenings."

Youngil seems to falter, unsure of how else to continue the conversation with Hobi's short replies, his smile dimming slightly. "Um," he mutters, glancing behind him. "Are you and Jimin having a nice day out?"

"We are," Hoseok replies, again short and sweet.

And then his body relaxes in Jimin's grip and the omega glances over to see his brother actually smiling genuinely now.

"Oh I believe we're being summoned," Hobi says a bit too eagerly, lifting his chin up the path they're on. "We'll be off then. Lovely to see you, Mr. Youngil."

"And you, Mr. Park," Youngil replies with a significantly less enthusiastic bow than he'd arrived with, sulking off to return to his picnic blanket, clearly dejected.

Jimin frowns even as he lets himself be pulled along, Hoseok's footsteps much quicker than they'd been on their casual stroll before Youngil interrupted.

"Brother," Jimin gives Hoseok a light shake as soon as they are out of earshot. "You stomped all over poor Youngil's heart back there."

"I doubt that," Hobi shakes his head, keeping his pace quick. "Just didn't want to give him false hope."

Brows furrowed, Jimin squeezes Hobi's forearm. "Why would it be false? You didn't have any interest in that cute little-"

"Namjoon, thank god," Hobi cries, dragging Jimin closer. "You just got me out of a situation and for that I have to thank you."

Jimin huffs at being cut off mid-sentence and instead does his best not to glare at who Hobi has just yanked him toward.

The alpha staring out toward the river turns just as Hobi lands his hand on the man's shoulder and the first thing Jimin notes is two matching dimples sitting adorably in either cheek.

Familiar dimples.

Dimples that had given him so much hope only yesterday evening.

God, that seems like a lifetime ago.

Still, Jimin is rooted to the spot as he comes face to face with the alpha who had requested a dance with him last night, the seemingly kind one that had only just been reaching for Jimin's hand before Wonchul ruined everything.

Jimin's gut twists at the memory of the last time this alpha had seen him and he wonders vaguely if he can sneak off without being noticed.

He feels a bit guilty he didn't even know the man's full name until today and he commits Kim Namjoon to memory on the spot.

"Ah, Hobi my good man!" the alpha greets him hardily, giving Jimin's brother a firm handshake, his accompanying grin even nicer than it had been at the ball. "I'm always happy to save you. And… Oh, Mr. Jimin! So nice to see you again."

He's so genuine and Jimin offers a bow in response, trying not to let shame swallow him whole. "Mr. Kim."

"I'm so sorry about what happened last night," Namjoon says, his brows pulling together in concern. "By the time I found a maid to help, you had left already. I hope you were able to make it home and find some not wine-stained clothing to change into."

Jimin nods. "I was, thank you. And my apologies for disappearing, I thought it better to make a quick exit."

"No need to apologize, that was absolutely the right call," Namjoon says, nodding readily. "Truthfully, I don't even know what a maid could have done with that stain in the middle of a ball. I was worried it was an entirely lost cause."

"It was," Jimin replies, finding himself chuckling softly since Namjoon is right, the stain was done for. "I think my housekeeper tossed my whole outfit into the fire after I went to bed and I can't even be mad at him for it."

The warm laugh he gets in return makes Jimin blush. "The damned wine, I tell you. I don't even know why it's served at balls, it seems like a hazard just waiting to happen really."

"And you would know," Hobi jabs with a grin before tossing a sly look at Jimin. "Namjoonie here is a bit notorious for being just a little bit clumsy."

Namjoon shakes his head, still smiling. "Please, you saw me drop a piece of cake one time and now you tell everyone I'm clumsy. It's not even an accurate description of the rest of my life!"

"I mean, wasn't once more than enough?" Hobi says, raising his brows pointedly and laughing when Namjoon rolls his eyes.

"No. And besides, you're giving me a bad reputation. If all of the omegas think I'm clumsy, they'll never want to dance with me again." He turns to Jimin with a half-serious, half-teasing look. "And that would be a shame because I'm an excellent dancer. You'd know that if the wine hadn't ruined everything."

And Choi Wonchul, Jimin thinks bitterly but he lets that thought float through his head and away again.

And then… well.

Jimin falters.

He knows what he should say. He knows he should take the opening and make some sort of move here in the marriage mart game because he still should be focusing on his plan. Last night changes nothing, right? He'd even told Jeongguk that.

But still, it doesn't quite feel right. Showing feigned interest in an alpha when his affections are already spoken for, even if he and his secret heart are the only ones who know that.

Just the thought of another alpha even trying to conjure up the feelings Jeongguk gave him last night in the back garden…

But then he thinks of Hobi. And what he'd just witnessed with him avoiding an omega at all costs.

God Jimin is so mixed up now. But he knows what he needs to do.

"Maybe we'll need to raincheck that dance then," he says, attempting to be a bit coy although he feels like he misses by a mile with how awkward it feels coming out of his mouth.

"A raincheck it is." Namjoon positively beams at him.

And it's nice.

Of course it's nice.

A handsome alpha with a very kind smile is showing him a little interest. Jimin thinks he can even catch a hint of Namjoon's scent from here, a deep scent of vanilla with a hint of woodsy richness laying beneath it and that's good too.

It's lovely.

So it's a little bit disappointing when Jimin's omega isn't standing at attention and his stomach isn't flipping the way it does when he's with…

He shouldn't be thinking about that now.

He shouldn't be thinking about that ever.

"Well well well," a new voice calls from behind them. "Is this what we're doing now? Promenading instead of meeting at the club like gentlemen should do? My, how the lords have all fallen."

Both Hobi and Namjoon laugh and even Jimin has to chuckle because he also knows the voice of Kim Seokjin. Everyone does, really. The man is a bit of a legend around town, the first born alpha of the Kim family and the ninth earl of his lineage. He's unbearably handsome for an alpha, his plush lips and striking face a constant source of omega gossip in the ton since not many alphas have such soft, beautiful features like that. He's tall and regal and Jimin has heard on more than one occasion that the reason he's never sought a mate is because he's waiting patiently to marry into the royal family since that's where he and his looks belong.

And as he approaches and swings an arm around Namjoon's shoulders and gives him a good shake, Jimin only just realizes that Namjoon must be Lord Kim's younger brother back from school.

Jimin resists the urge to smack his palm against his forehead.

That's why Namjoon looked both familiar and unfamiliar last night. And Jimin even knew he was back in town, having spread that gossip to Taehyung himself. He really should have put two and two together.

"You know, you make that joke yet you're out here with us," Namjoon huffs, shoving his brother away and running a hand through his hair to lightly fix it. "What are you doing out here promenading all alone, dear brother?"

"Chaperoning you," Seokjin says with feigned sweetness and a matching smile. "Your clumsy ass needs it."

"First of all, the chaperoning joke is tired," Namjoon snaps, glaring at his elder brother with only a hint of mirth. "Second of all, I am not clumsy. Are you seriously- oh, you."

He rounds on Hobi then, an accusing finger pointed at his chest and Jimin's brother laughs delightedly, swatting the finger away.

"You're spreading this tall tale, aren't you?" Namjoon all but whines, dropping his head back and looking to the sky. "Why must I be punished like this."

"I'm just trying to warn others," Hobi tries and fails to say innocently. "No one should be destined to have cake on their shoes."

"Amen," Seokjin says with a little chuckle, meeting Hoseok's eyes. "Good to see you, Mr. Park."

"And you, Lord Kim."

"And you, Mr. Jimin," Seokjin leans around Park the elder and gives him a nod just as Jimin bows. "You're looking well in the sunshine today."

"You flatter me, my lord," Jimin smiles politely. He doesn't know Seokjin well but they have been introduced and he's been here and there in the same alpha circles Jimin finds himself accompanying Hoseok to on occasion but beyond that, Jimin doesn't know much about him. No one seems to.

He makes a mental note to ask Hobi about him later.

Though with Seokjin's younger brother's dimples shining in his direction, Jimin doesn't really consider the elder brother a possible suitor anyway. He feels a bit silly considering his options like this, like he's going to have much choice in the matter since it's really going to come down to whoever will take him at this point but Namjoon seems kind enough from what Jimin has glimpsed of him.

And marrying a second son doesn't sound all that bad. Especially the younger brother of an earl. Jimin's never thought much about finances, mainly because he's never had to, but he knows Namjoon would be able to provide well for him since the Kims are known for their vast estate and multiple homes across the countryside. It's why his return was such a big deal in the ton. An eligible alpha with money is a great match, even without the title.

He observes Namjoon a little closer as the alphas continue ribbing one another along the walkway, joking good-naturedly and laughing freely and it gives Jimin the time to ponder exactly who Kim Namjoon is.

Maybe it wouldn't be a love match but Jimin already knew that when he was forming his plan so that would be okay. And who knows what could happen later down the line. But a comfortable, secure life doesn't sound so bad. Especially when he'd be able to stay in the ton and near his brother, near Taehyung. Near…

Well.

That's a consideration for another time.

But maybe this could work. Namjoon seems at least a bit interested in Jimin so that's a great start. The omega will need to work hard to charm him though, to keep his attention since Jimin knows plenty of omegas in the ton are probably already vying for it. But it's possible. Especially since Jimin's brother is already chummy with both brothers. Maybe that's his in.

This could be his answer to everything. An acceptable match, a contented life. And once they have children, well then Jimin is sure his life will be plenty full. That's what all the mamas are always saying, anyway. That babies make an omega's life complete.

He's going to have to keep his options open just in case Namjoon loses interest in him of course but this is the first real possibility and Jimin thinks that this alpha could do just fine-

And then the wind blows.

Just lightly, just a breeze really but it carries something Jimin isn't prepared for at all. Nor is his omega.

Leather and amber.

It fills his senses so rapidly, Jimin can do nothing but inhale deeply and let it seep into him like it did the night before, memories flooding him so swiftly he thinks he can physically feel the hands on his hips, the lips on his neck and he manages to stifle a gasp to keep from outing himself.

Christ, he wasn't prepared to catch Jeongguk's scent right now let alone actually see the viscount. His heart is racing by the time he gets his wits about him, his omega standing at full attention already, desperate to lay eyes on their alpha.

"Jiminie!"

Taehyung's voice is the one he hears first and it only solidifies that yes, Jeongguk is near, chaperoning his brother out on a walk and Jimin's heart is suddenly in his throat, an excited thrill racing up his spine at the prospect of seeing Jeongguk again after what they'd shared last night even as a spike of anxiety tries to drown that excitement out completely.

Taking a deep breath and trying to steady himself, Jimin steps out and away from his brother in favor of locating Tae, prepared with a pleasant smile, lacing his fingers at his waist primly to appear as unaffected as he can.

Of course, the probability of him looking casual promptly dissipates entirely when Jimin's eyes skip right over Taehyung and land directly on Jeon the elder walking along behind him.

Jimin's breath leaves him as Jeongguk's big beautiful eyes lock with his.

The surge of connection in that single look has Jimin's knees weak, his whole body begging to get to that alpha, to reach for him, to press up against him like they were last night, to bury his face in Jeongguk's neck and just breathe. He'd not even had the chance to scent Jeongguk himself and he curses himself for missing his chance now, desperate to make this alpha smell like him, like his mate, to cover him in the omega's sweetness and never let anyone think he belongs to anyone else but Park Jimin.

Time slows as Jeongguk's irises practically blaze fire within them, the heat so strong Jimin feels hot all over, his skin prickling with the pleasure of having that gaze on him, his omega preening under the attention, pleading to get closer, to touch again like they had. He inhales, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears all he can hear, the rest of his world fading away as he looks at Jeongguk and feels everything, all the nerve-endings in his body attuned to the alpha's every move, his heart beating in time with the steps the alpha takes.

It's like the entirety of him is just waiting for his other half. His mate.

He knows he's looking at his alpha and his whole being is poised and ready to be near him.

And then, to Jimin's utter despair, Jeongguk breaks their eye contact.

And what Jimin gets instead is an armful of omega.

The world comes screaming back in around him as the trance is broken just like that and Taehyung barrels into him with full force, throwing arms around him gleefully. Jimin has to force himself not to snap his teeth in irritation at anyone else touching him besides Jeongguk, his omega growling unhappily with the distance the alpha is still keeping from them, but he manages to keep himself in check, finding it easier to manage himself now that he's not completely lost in those dark eyes.

"Jiminie, I'm engaged!" Taehyung cries into his ear, squeezing his long arms around Jimin's shoulders and giving him happy shake. "I'm engaged, can you believe it?!"

That does knock Jimin out of his stupor, his senses seeming to come back to him even more and he startles, reaching up to grab the back of Tae's tailcoat to give him leverage to yank him back and look him in the face.

Tae's cheeks are flushed a joyful shade of pink, his grin as big as Jimin has ever seen it and he looks down right happy in his current somewhat disheveled state, his eyes a little wild as he moves to push his dark curly hair off his brow.

"I'm engaged," he says again, softer this time but still radiating so much excitement it's a bit like staring directly into the sun. "I'm engaged, Jiminie."

Shocked delight has Jimin resting his hands on either one of Taehyung's cheeks like he wants to make sure this is real, a smile already spreading across his face for his closest friend, his heart wrapping in elation at the news.

"Taetae," he grins, eyes flicking back and forth between the giant ones looking back at him. "It happened?"

"It did," Tae practically bursts. "Yoongi came to my house this morning and had a talk with Jeongguk in the drawing room and then walked out to his carriage for a moment and came back with his whole family." He giggles brightly. "It was so cute, Jimin, his mother and sisters were all there and then Jeongguk came in with my mama and they all stood nearby as Yoongi got down on one knee and presented his mother's ring to me."

Jimin gasps, his heart soaring. "That's so romantic!"

"The most romantic," Tae grins. "I still can't believe it. Isn't it gorgeous?"

He holds out his hand and Jimin releases his hold on his friend in favor of reaching for either side of his left hand, staring down at the cluster of rubies glittering back at him on Tae's ring finger. It's stunning.

Jimin is so unbearably happy for his friend he can't help a little squeal as he jumps forward and gives Tae another big hug as his friend laughs.

"And you're happy, right?" Jimin asks softly into Tae's ear so only they can hear. "You're not wishing for a different life or thinking you're settling? Because if you are, so help me god Taehyung, I will ruin this engagement myself."

Chuckling, Tae pulls himself free from Jimin's grasp and instead takes both of his hands and holds them firmly as he looks Jimin directly in the eye.

"I'm so happy," he promises and Jimin already believes him, the blissful glittering of Taehyung's irises telling him everything he needs to know but it's wonderful to hear out loud all the same. "I know what I've said in the past and truthfully, I stand by most of it. But I was also speaking out of ignorance. I didn't know what it could feel like to find a mate like this. To find a love match."

Jimin doesn't mean to sharply inhale in surprise like he does but it happens anyway and Tae grins at him brilliantly.

"He said that?" Jimin whispers almost breathlessly, his heart beginning to race as Tae nods.

"He did. He… he loves me, Jimin. Min Yoongi loves me."

Taehyung says it like he still can't quite believe it and Jimin feels tears spring to his eyes, joy blooming in his chest.

"And I love him too," Tae murmurs almost reverently. "I know I do. He's such a good man, the best man and he supports all of my thoughts and beliefs. He wants me to be independent and live as I choose but also be my partner and experience things with me. Help me change the world and the way omegas are viewed. And I know he's telling me the truth. My omega can feel it."

Jimin blinks at him, his brows furrowing slightly. "Your omega? But you haven't…" His gaze flicks down to Tae's unblemished scent gland, relief calming the spike of panic. If Tae received a mating bite before marriage even as an engaged couple, that would have absolutely ruined him.

"Not yet," Taehyung confirms, following Jimin's eyes and then blushing lightly. "I can't explain it, though. It's like my omega knows Yoongi is our alpha even without the bite. It's an unbelievably powerful feeling. To feel like your soul recognizes another. For another soul to recognize you."

Swallowing thickly, Jimin lets the tears slip down his cheeks then, his lips quivering as he smiles and yet again gives his friend a hug, unable to do much else.

He resolutely ignores the terror trying to drown out his happiness for his friend considering what Taehyung just described sounds an awful-fucking-lot like the way Jimin's omega calls for Jeongguk after last night's mishap.

Legend has it that all love matches start this way. That two people find one another and even before the mating bite is complete or the marriage document is signed, their alpha and omega call to one another, confirming they belong together. It's rare of course since love matches aren't common but it's believed to be one of the first signs.

It's also a deeply coveted thing.

And it has Jimin completely panicked.

He'd sort of chalked up his reaction last night to just having his first kiss and his first scenting, simply confusing his omega with the newness of it.

But now…

God, Jimin can't even think about it.

"Congratulations," Jimin says once more. "You deserve everything good in this life and I'm so grateful you're getting it."

"Thank you," Taehyung murmurs around a grin. "I know I always said I don't understand the appeal of marriage. But I think I'd like to amend that now to that I don't understand the appeal of marrying anyone besides your soulmate."

"Your amendment is noted," Jimin teases and Tae laughs.

And that sinking feeling in Jimin's chest feels like three more rocks attach themselves to it and then drop into his stomach faster and harder than he was expecting.

How in the hell is he ever going to be able to settle for an alpha now that he knows what it feels like for his omega to call to an alpha? How can he make a secure match knowing the exact viscount both he and his omega want so desperately?

Why the fuck does this have to be so goddamn complicated?

More omegas begin to gather around to see Taehyung's ring, to hear the story of the engagement and, albeit begrudgingly, congratulate him on an exceptional match to a duke of all people. Jimin can see the jealousy in so many sets of eyes and, to be frank, shock that one of the omegas most disinterested in anything really to do with society had managed to snag one of the most eligible suitors in the ton within weeks of the season beginning.

It's also very sweet to see how little Tae seems to care about their opinion, not flaunting his success but instead simply sharing his news, telling a simplified version of how the duke proposed and not at all containing his brightness that seems to have him in a perpetual glow, rivaling the blue sky with its brilliance.

Jimin finds himself in a gentle hug from Lady Jeon as they exchange their excitement and he chuckles softly when he realizes all of the Jeons, including their visiting cousins, have come out to celebrate their youngest's engagement, all of them promenading together a rare sight indeed and Jimin feels a pang of longing strike through his heart. He does his best to shake it off, deciding his emotions must be all over the place from all the things happening and decidedly not because he wishes so much to be a part of this beautiful, loving family.

But he doesn't have much time to dwell on it.

Not when there is a sudden presence beside him.

Jimin hardly even needs to turn his head, having sensed the alpha getting closer even with all of these others around, a radar he's apparently picked up after having carried that scent only hours ago.

His whole body reacts to the closeness and he has to keep himself from doing something stupid like turning and burying his face in that overstuffed chest.

"May I speak with you?" Jeongguk says lowly, the sound of his voice sending a shiver up Jimin's spine. "Over there, beneath the willow tree? I think we can sneak off without being noticed if you want to go first and I'll follow shortly."

To keep himself from racing over there now with just how eager he is to be alone with the viscount once again, Jimin eyes his brother now chatting with several other alphas as more people have flocked to the small gathering around Taehyung, and thinks they should be safe to speak privately. Though, it's common knowledge that they're friends; seeing the two of them together isn't wholly unusual.

Still, Jimin doesn't want prying eyes. Not when his omega is practically salivating at the sheer proximity to what it perceives as their alpha.

He's going to have to do something about that later.
Right now though…

He really needs to know what Jeongguk has to say.

So he nods, discreetly moving away from the crowded path and along the long grass of the river, slipping just behind the weeping branches of the willow tree. It provides a shield of greenery from shrewd ton gazes and Jimin's pulse picks up as he waits, more anxious to be close to the alpha than he has any right to be.

And when he sees Jeongguk make his way into their nature-made fortress, Jimin is breathless with anticipation.

"Jeongguk," he sighs softly, barely above a whisper, clutching his hands into fists at his sides to keep himself from doing something absurd like reaching out and grabbing onto the man walking toward him.

"Jimin," Jeongguk nods and Jimin's heart kicks up in his chest as he comes closer.

He tries to contain his smile.

"Hi," he murmurs, a little bit giddy truthfully. "How are you-"

"I'm sorry," Jeongguk cuts in without preamble.

Confused, Jimin cocks his head, his omega releasing a low whine when Jeongguk stops a little too far away. His brow furrows, watching as Jeongguk tucks his fingers behind his back and tilts his head downward.

Like he's ashamed.

And it feels like something sharp pierces right through the center of Jimin's heart.

"I'm so sorry about last night," Jeongguk continues, his face still down, not meeting Jimin's eyes. "I can't believe I let things get out of hand like that, it was unacceptable and I can't apologize enough."

Jimin stares at his friend.

It takes a moment for him to understand, his thoughts sluggish with everything going on in his head but the sinking feeling starts in almost immediately.

And when he realizes exactly what this is, Jimin is sure he's going to be sick.

Jeongguk regrets it.

He regrets kissing Jimin.

He regrets scenting him.

He feels badly about it.

Jimin has no idea what he'd thought was going through Jeongguk's head. He knows how he himself feels, how the kissing and the scenting had only magnified his feelings for the alpha. He'd thought maybe they were both feeling a bit out of sorts, maybe even a bit embarrassed.

But regret?

Jimin hadn't thought of that. He certainly doesn't regret it. Well, maybe he does a little bit but he can tell it's not in the same sense. He just kind of wishes he didn't know what it felt to belong to Jeongguk like he did last night simply because he isn't sure he's ever going to be able to pretend like it doesn't tear him in two that he won't get to have that forever more.

But he can tell Jeongguk doesn't have that kind of regret. He's clearly more… remorseful.

Oh god.

Like… like he feels bad.

Like he feels bad for Jimin.

Fucking hell, that's so much worse.

"I wish I could take it back," Jeongguk implores which does nothing but twist the shard in Jimin's heart. "I shouldn't have done what I did. I had no right to take liberties with you."

Jimin doesn't think Jeongguk has ever spoken this formally to him before and he hates it so much. He thinks maybe this is why Jeongguk was so hurt when Jimin used his honorific. It's not like them. They don't do this.

"Can you ever forgive me?" Jeongguk says quietly, worriedly. "Is there any way we can go back to how we were before? I'm so sorry, Jiminie, truly."

His words are gentle, riding along on the light breeze around them that shifts the leaves together creating a soft wave of sound but Jimin might as well be standing in the middle of a hurricane with just how cold and horrible he feels inside.

And what's worse, he feels guilty. So fucking guilty for even asking what he did last night, for clearly putting Jeongguk in such a terrible situation, for making his friend feel obligated to now beg for forgiveness.

This is all Jimin's fault.

Jeongguk shouldn't be the one saying he's sorry. He's not the one in the wrong here.

"I should be the one apologizing," Jimin says, his voice trembling but he squares his shoulders, forcing himself to take accountability because it's too much. Jeongguk shouldn't feel badly for Jimin's choices. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to- um. I just shouldn't have asked and I'm sorry."

"No," Jeongguk frowns. "No, you don't need to apologize. You were curious, I understand it of course-"

"But it wasn't right," Jimin interrupts, a little sharper than he'd meant and Jeongguk pauses, eyeing him carefully. "It wasn't right for me to ask. I shouldn't have. So you don't have anything to be sorry for, okay? I'm the one who is sorry."

"But I-"

"Please, just," Jimin says just shy of snapping, decidedly not in the mood to lob apologies back and forth. Not when he just wants to get away from here.

It hurts too damn much to be in Jeon Jeongguk's presence right now.

But he needs to make a clean exit here. He can't have the alpha thinking he's upset about anything because that will lead to more questions and more uncertainty between them and Jimin just needs this to all go away.

"Let's just leave it at that," Jimin says, forcing a smile and a light laugh. "I'm really sorry again. It was a silly request and of course a mistake. I promise we can just go on and pretend it never happened in the first place."

He fidgets a little but forces himself to keep looking at Jeongguk, offering a little shrug like this was all just a big misunderstanding that didn't mean absolutely everything to Jimin and his hidden feelings.

Silence falls between them and Jimin hopes desperately Jeongguk will just take him at his word and let this go because he's not sure he can take another moment of the alpha's powerful gaze. Or his glorious scent for that matter.

"Alright," Jeongguk finally says at length, still carefully eyeing Jimin like he's not quite convinced but the omega takes the opening.

"Thank you," the omega says with an attempt at a winning smile and a nod. "And thank you for always being such a good friend."

He tacks that on in hopes that it will quell any further discussion of the matter but the way Jeongguk's furrowed brow only seems to crease further makes Jimin think maybe he'd missed the mark.

But he moves to leave anyway because he can't be here anymore, standing here like an idiot pretending to be okay. He's starting to panic a little, his pulse racing anxiously and he just needs to be away and go home and not be here thinking about how the love of his life regrets kissing him when Jimin has done nothing but daydream about it since it happened.

No, Jimin needs to go. Now.

"Oh and congratulations to you too," Jimin says as he moves to walk out from beneath the tree, trying to lighten the mood. "You and your family must be thrilled about Taehyung's match with the duke. I'm so happy for him truly."

Jeongguk still seems to be looking at him a little warily, taking a beat before he clears his throat. "Ah, yes. We're all excited. Yoongi's a good man."

His words sound hollow but Jimin doesn't dwell on it, nodding and offering another bland smile as he finds the opening beneath the branches, forcing himself to stop and give a final response so as not to appear like he's running. "That's really great. I'm sure the engagement ball will be lovely."

Jeongguk's hum of agreement is barely audible but when he doesn't immediately move to say more, Jimin decides he can call it there.

"Have a good day, my lord," he says and ducks back out into the world.

It's only later when he's letting the tears fall silently into his pillow that Jimin realizes Jeongguk hadn't corrected him on the use of his title for once.

Somehow, that only makes everything hurt even worse.

Jimin spends the next several days doing exactly as he promised Jeongguk he would do: he pretends like nothing ever happened.

What else is there for him to do really? He doesn't have a lot of other options.

So he pretends. He throws himself back into society with as much gusto as he can manage. He fakes smiles, he forces laughs, he wears all of his new outfits to each appropriate event and he acts as though everything is completely fine. He still has a plan, after all. And nothing that's happened should change that. No matter what his omega has to say about it.

It helps a little that he barely sees Jeongguk out in society. He also makes it a point not to accompany Hobi to any alpha activities like the boxing warehouse, which he thinks is just better for the time being. Until things settle again.

Or maybe until he finds a mate.

Whichever comes first, he supposes.

He sees Taehyung at everything, which is both comforting and a bit depressing. His friend is always with the duke and only ever accompanied by Lady Jeon and sometimes Lady Min as well. Jeongguk has apparently bowed out of chaperoning now that Tae is engaged.

Which bothers Jimin.

He isn't sure why. It actually makes sense that the mothers of the betrothed are seen in town together with the future couple, the perfect picture of families joining. In society's eyes, this only proves a strong match.

But still. It feels odd. Jeongguk used to always be the one with Tae. It's where Jimin was able to see him most often, besides at Jeon House where Jimin has staunchly avoided going in recent days. Maybe it's just another sign of things changing drastically. Maybe it's just another thing Jimin needs to get used to.

He just wishes he could say it was getting better. It feels easier when he doesn't have to face Jeongguk, sure, but it certainly doesn't stop his entire body from reacting the minute he lays eyes on the alpha, no matter how brief it is. Jimin's spotted him twice in the last week, once at a luncheon and once across the lake while Jimin was out feeding ducks with one of his maids.

Both times, Jeongguk had disappeared just as quickly as he'd come, vanishing as swiftly as Jimin's heart had jumped into his throat at the sight of him. So much so that Jimin isn't totally sure he'd actually seen him on either occasion. Like maybe his own mind and his omega had come together to create sightings of the alpha they desperately longed for.

Jimin doesn't know.

All he knows is that it's better this way. To keep distance. To not see each other while all of these feelings still burn so brightly in his system.

So he keeps his focus elsewhere.

And that's been helped along a little by the regular appearance of the Kim brothers. Jimin and Hoseok run into both Seokjin and Namjoon several times while out in the ton, once even almost bumping directly into them coming out of the ice cream shop.

They've promenaded on two occasions and had a picnic in the park as well, the four of them wandering down the footpath or sitting along a large white blanket together, smiling and laughing in the sunshine. Jimin's learned that Seokjin and Hoseok are closer friends than he'd realized and it's very clear Seokjin has exactly zero interest in courting Jimin.

To be fair, Jimin has no idea if Namjoon does either. Namjoon is always kind when they meet, always smiling sweetly and wishing Jimin a wonderful day when they part, always stating his hope to see him soon and sending him off with a charming wave. It might not be courting officially but it's still getting to know one another. Spending time together.

And Kim Namjoon is always lovely to him.

Jimin just wishes it were enough for his omega.

He wishes so much he could be persuaded by a friendly alpha with a nice smile and a warm disposition. He wishes butterflies would erupt in his stomach every time Namjoon came into his view. He wishes anything would happen inside of him when the youngest Kim brother was near.

But it doesn't. Nothing happens.

He never thought he'd miss the way his heart bangs against his ribcage when he sees the viscount. How he feels flushed and a bit anxious. How his omega blooms open, welcoming and brilliant beneath the gaze of the alpha. How Jimin's entire being seems to react in so many different ways, including between his legs.

Even that he misses.

Jeon Jeongguk has awakened something inside Jimin. And it doesn't come alive for any other alpha.

And Jimin has no fucking idea what to do about that.

He's been planning to settle all along. Since the start of this ill-conceived idea, he's planned to take whatever he could get, hoping just for a nice alpha who could provide well and unburden his brother of him. That's really it.

But now that he's staring into the face of exactly that, a secure match that seems to suit everything he needs, well.

His feelings are very much getting in the way.

He really doesn't know how other omegas do this. Find a practical match and live out their days with someone they find pleasant enough. Love matches are exceedingly rare and Jimin knows for a fact that most omegas are looking for safety above all else.

He supposes that's the difference then. Most omegas in the ton weren't stupid enough to fall in love with the neighbor boy when they were barely out of leading strings.

But there's nothing for it now. He'd made the mistake of asking Jeongguk to kiss him. This is truly Jimin's fault.

And now he has to deal with the consequences.

So he convinces himself if he just carries on, things will get better. That this all-consuming feeling at the mere idea of Jeon Jeongguk will eventually pass and Jimin will be able to move on and forget everything. The kiss, the scenting, the love he's held for all these years.
He'll get over it.

He has to.

And he's resolved to.

Until, that is, the night of the opera.

"How long is this show again? I have to be honest, I thought when our parents left before the season began, I wouldn't be forced to use our box at the theater at all this year."

Snorting, Jimin grins up at his brother as they make their way into the opera house from their carriage, his hand wrapped around Hobi's bicep. "Really? You'd never considered that the opera could be educational for you one day? You really are terribly uncultured."

Hobi gives him a knock with his elbow, laughing. "I really am. This should straighten me out, right?"

"No doubt," Jimin chuckles, shaking his head. "At least it's not often. Tonight is the only show the queen will attend this year. So whether we make the rest or not doesn't much matter."

"Thank god for that," Hobi sighs with a flare of dramatics, guiding them through the throngs of the ton members.

It seems that everyone has come out tonight to join the festivities and stay in good favor with the queen which Jimin can't blame them for. It's all about social standing and the queen's opinion is highest of all.

"Jiminie! Hobi! Hello!"

Taehyung is weaving through the crowd already waving at Jimin, blessedly alone for once which is nice since Jimin has become accustomed to no longer seeing his best friend without the duke beside him.

"Hi TaeTae," Hoseok replies easily, giving Tae a smile before turning to Jimin. "I'll come find you in a few minutes to head to our box."

Jimin nods, sending his brother off with a light shove before turning back to Tae.

"I can't believe I'm seeing you alone. I wasn't sure that would ever happen again in my lifetime."

Tae laughs, glancing behind him before leaning in toward Jimin. "Yoongi's with our mamas greeting someone or other but he distracted them to let me slip away and come and find you instead for a minute before the show starts."

Jimin grins. "Perfect. He's already doing amazing at keeping up with your schemes."

Tae beams. "Seriously. But I promise once I'm married, I'll have so much more time for you and I. I'm sorry I've been missing in action the last week, we've just been planning everything and you know how my mother gets."

"You don't need to be sorry," Jimin says with a smile. "I understand completely."

"Thank you," Tae replies before setting his eyes seriously on Jimin. "Okay but we don't have much time to talk so I need to ask you about this before I hear another gossipy word about it." He takes a deep inhale and narrows his eyes. "Is Kim Namjoon courting you?"

Blinking in surprise, Jimin startles at the question, not having expected it.

"What?"

"Kim Namjoon," Tae replies impatiently, eyes darting around to make sure they're not being overheard. "Is he courting you? Or at least interested in you? Because word on the street is that you've been seen spending time together speaking an awful lot and I'm going to be so pissed if the damned ton knew about this before I did, so I need to know-"

"No no, wait," Jimin manages to get out, putting a hand up as if to stop Tae's words. "I don't… No, I wouldn't say he's courting me, no. We've become friendly but not like that, I mean. At least, I don't think so?"

Tae eyes him carefully for a moment before a slow smile curls his lips. "Okay then, let me ask you this: Do you want him to be courting you?"

Jimin flounders to reply, his mouth opening and closing a few times in failed attempts to answer the very simple question, before he looks away in embarrassment.

"Oh my god, you totally do, don't you!" Taehyung squeals, albeit softly enough not to draw attention, grabbing Jimin's hand and shaking it excitedly. "I was so hoping you'd say that! Because listen, Yoongi is such good friends with Seokjin and I think if I tell Yoongi to put in a good word, then maybe-"

"No, oh god no Tae," Jimin gasps, giving his friend's hand a serious squeeze. "Please, don't do anything like that. I don't even know if Namjoon is actually interested in me and even if he is, I just."

He pauses, feeling terribly guilty knowing Tae doesn't know anything at all about the inner turmoil twisting Jimin's guts around on a daily basis, but he needs to make sure he nips this before he even knows how he feels. Before he starts something he's not even confident he can finish with Namjoon.

"Just please, please don't do anything," Jimin implores, looking Tae right in the eye. "I'm serious. Not yet, okay? I'll tell you when there might be something but right in this moment, there isn't."

"Ugh fine," Tae pouts. "But I better be the first to hear when there is something to know. And if I can help, I want to so please let me."

"Sure," Jimin agrees just to finish off this line of conversation. "You'll be the first to know."

"And please, for the love of god, stay away from Wonchul at the next ball. And always. Don't let him fuck this up for you."

Jimin does smile at that because it's a little bit funny to think Wonchul did his best to make Jimin look stupid in front of Namjoon but it didn't seem to work.

He supposes if he does decide to go all in with this marriage plan and do his best to get Namjoon interested, Jimin is off to a good start at the very least.

"Agreed," Jimin chuckles. "Thank you. And listen-"

"Jiminie," Hobi calls. "Come this way. The Kims have invited us to join them in their box this evening."

Frowning, Jimin feels a bit thrown by that, craning his neck to look and then yes, as more people move along and create a path, Jimin indeed sees both Seokjin and Namjoon standing with Hobi, both smiling at him, as warm as they always are when they spot each other.

"Oh my god," Taehyung whispers but Jimin turns on him before he can say anything else.

"Don't," he admonishes with a finger pointed at Tae's chest. "I will tell you everything that happens tomorrow but don't do or say anything right now, okay? Nothing."

He begins to back away, still with a pointed finger, still watching at Tae's lips twitch, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Not a word," Jimin mouths before he turns his back on his friend and goes to meet the Kims and his brother.

"Mr. Jimin, so lovely to see you as always," Namjoon beams, giving a nod in response to Jimin's bow as he approaches. "I hope it's alright we insisted you join us." He leans forward and drops his voice, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Truthfully, these things are dreadfully boring when I'm left to be entertained only by my brother."

"I can hear you, you know," Seokjin says with a glare and Jimin stifles a laugh with the back of his hand. "Good to see you, Mr. Jimin. And I'm not at all sorry for insisting you join us."

"Thank you for inviting us, my lord," Jimin says. Apart from the marriage situation, Jimin does genuinely like the Kims. So at least tonight will be enjoyable if anything else.

"Of course," Seokjin smiles and ticks his head toward the stairs, darting eyes at Hobi. "Shall we?"

So they do.

They make their way to the Kim box, settling in easily with Jimin on the side furthest from the stage with Namjoon beside him and Hobi and Seokjin perching a row back. Namjoon engages him in light conversation, teasing about their insufferable older brothers and questioning what opera singers must think about when they're performing those long solo numbers. Jimin laughs along, thankful for the company since Hobi seems more interested in his deep conversation with Seokjin.

And again, it's fine. Like it always is. Namjoon is kind to him and pleasant to speak with and Jimin wishes desperately that it was enough to make his omega stop screaming at the top of its lungs that this alpha is not right.

So when the curtain rises and the stage comes to life, Jimin is a little grateful for it because he's starting to feel a bit nervous about all of this. Like he's giving Namjoon the wrong impression or leading him on or something even though that's not technically the case. He wants this. Or he should want this. It's the right thing. To marry well, to secure his future, to become someone's mate and start a family.

He should want all of this.

God, he needs to stop overthinking it. He just needs to do what is necessary.

Thankfully, the performance is a great distraction and Jimin leans forward a bit, hopeful this will take his mind off of things, especially since the volume of the music makes it difficult to keep talking.

He does his best to lose himself in the music, focusing on the stage and watching things carefully, listening intently and following the story as well as he can manage without understanding the language.

But it's proving impossible. He shifts in his seat, trying once more to center his swirling thoughts on the visuals before him, clasping his gloved hands in his lap tighter, desperate to calm his racing mind and just be free for a moment from huge life decisions he has to make.

It's not working.

Nothing is fucking working.

He can't even seem to explain it but he feels oddly unsettled. A sense of unease is creeping over him and he's sure it's just because he can't seem to focus on what's in front of him, his head a mess.

But he carefully glances around the opera house anyway, his hackles going up, strangely feeling like he's being watched. Like eyes are on him but he can't imagine that to be true since everyone is here to take in the performance.

He scans the seats below him and then the row of boxes across the way, seeing nothing but the tops of heads and side profiles, all attendees facing the stage as they should be, all paying attention like Jimin wishes he could. He starts to feel a bit silly, wondering why he's got this sense about him, just deciding his mind is playing tricks on him.

And suddenly his eyes meet another's.

And his whole body goes taught.

Jimin swears his heart halts entirely in his chest for one entire moment.

Because there, sitting in a box directly across from where Jimin sits, accompanying his family and his newly engaged brother all of whom sit scattered around him, is the viscount.

Jeon Jeongguk.

And he's staring at Park Jimin.

Jimin's breath catches in his throat and he feels like he can't inhale or exhale, a cold rush of panic feeling like it zaps him and he swiftly looks away, humiliation coursing through him at being caught looking at the alpha. He hadn't even meant to, the shock of it making the back of his neck feel hot and he tries to focus back on the opera once again, forcing himself not to look back, to pretend he hadn't seen anything, pretend like everything is fine just like he's done all week with faking like nothing ever happened all those nights ago under the cover of darkness at the back gate of Park House.

And that should be easy enough. He's been doing so well as it is.

But that feeling continues. The feeling of someone staring at him.

It doesn't go away.

And Jimin can't help it. He tries, he really does, hoping to get wrapped up in the music and the scenes on stage and forget about the alpha across the way.

But he can't.

And within moments, his eyes flicker back again.

Just to check.

Just to make sure what he's sensing is correct.

Familiar eyes hold his gaze, firm and steady and serious and Jimin can't look away this time, pinned to his seat under that look. He's a bit embarrassed but he's also curious, watching Jeongguk carefully, finding it impossible to break the stare even for a moment.

There is something in Jeongguk's deep brown eyes.

He's not sure but he thinks it's something like…

Well.

Something like fire.

Even from a distance, the viscount's eyes seem to be an inferno, his lips pressed in a thin, firm line, his irises sharp like daggers as he holds Jimin's stare. Fear ricochets up Jimin's spine, the intensity radiating off of Jeongguk seemingly translating to fury and Jimin's deeply afraid for one long moment that the alpha is angry with him, the omega's brows furrowing in confusion and worry.

But the longer he looks, the more Jimin thinks this is something else.

He can't even say what it is. He can't define it. He doesn't know.

But something in Jeongguk's demeanor tells him this anger isn't the kind Jimin is used to. It's not simple or easy to explain. It's not anything Jimin has experienced before.

But his instincts… god, his body seems to know. His omega is slowly rising in his chest, responding to what they deem their alpha. Like his omega seems to register this is something else. Something deeper.

Something primal.

And before he can even attempt to stop it, Jimin can feel a blush starting somewhere near his sternum and curling up his neck into his cheeks, feeling the weight of Jeongguk's stare like a physical hold on him. His pulse is starting to pick up pace the longer their eyes stay locked and his lips part slightly on a silent gasp when Jeongguk's head tilts just to the side, his hair falling along his forehead just so, his gaze seeming to darken with the movement.

Jimin's entire frame feels like it goes on high alert then, goosebumps racing out from beneath his skin frantically, every hair on him standing on end like he knows he's in trouble. Like Jeon Jeongguk is absolutely furious, quietly seething all of his rage in Jimin's direction.

And Jimin can't even begin to explain it. Or understand it.

But fucking hell, if he isn't loving this.

He's completely at the mercy of Jeon Jeongguk and Jimin is fucking reveling in it. He has all of the alpha's attention and every fiber of him is reacting to it, all but preening under the scrutiny, feeling heady and a little out of his mind.

It's intoxicating being looked at like this by such a strong and powerful alpha. By Jeon Jeongguk. It's giving Jimin a bit of a head rush.

And when Jeongguk's lips part and his tongue slides along his bottom lip to press against the corner of his mouth, Jimin's stomach swoops in anticipation. Of what, he doesn't know but he's already feeling his breath quickening.

And then the side of Jimin's neck begins to pulse.

In time with his heartbeat, Jimin's scent gland starts to ache and the omega sucks in a sharp inhale, the feeling new and a little disorienting but delicious all the same, like his body knows just who is looking at them and how to respond. It's something ingrained in him, something he doesn't have to activate himself and Jimin slides a hand surreptitiously up to his neck and presses a hand to it, hoping some attention might calm it down.

He tilts his head just a bit to relieve the pressure.

Across the opera house, Jeongguk's eyes blaze. Even from a distance, Jimin swears he can see the alpha's pupils dilate.

A thrill races up Jimin's spine and he moves his head even further, letting his fingers drag down to linger against his covered collarbone, wishing desperately that he'd foregone the cravat this evening so he could pull his collar down enough to let Jeongguk see, to tease him with the spot he'd had his nose buried in only days ago, to show him what he'd had, what he's been missing out on since.

And Jeongguk doesn't disappoint. He watches raptly, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he drinks Jimin in, eyes dipping to Jimin's neck and latching on like a physical touch and Jimin has to swallow a whimper, the intensity of it making him feel a little drunk and a little insane. Flashes of the night in the garden flit through his mind, of Jeongguk's touch on his waist and his cheek, of his lips on Jimin's and the omega swallows thickly, warmth pooling in his lower belly the same way it did that night even without the actual feeling of the alpha on his skin.

And then suddenly the people around him are on their feet.

And the world around Jimin comes screaming back into focus.

Clapping and cheering and whistling replace the rushing in Jimin's ears and he quickly stands as well, albeit on wobbly legs, clapping along as he only just realizes the opera is coming to an end. He has no idea how long he'd been… well, whatever that was he'd been doing with Jeongguk just now, but he'd clearly missed the last bits of the performance and his stomach drops in shame.

"That was really something, wasn't it?" Namjoon turns to call over his shoulder, tossing a grin at Jimin before he turns back and continues to clap, and Jimin does nothing but nod, still feeling breathless from his exchange with the viscount.

Blood is still rushing harshly in his veins when he finally chances one more glance over at the box his eyes have been glued to for the last he doesn't even know how long.

But when Jimin spots the chair Jeongguk had been sitting in, it's empty.

The viscount is gone.

Park Jimin hasn't been this angry in a very, very long time.

He'd gotten home from the opera in a daze, managing to crash into bed without any thoughts beyond how floaty and strange he felt after the nights events, sleeping soundly through the night dreamlessly.

It wasn't until the next morning that everything had become clear and Jimin is now just absolutely outraged by the entire situation.

Because how dare he. He fucking dare Jeon Jeongguk behave like this toward him.

How goddamn dare he.

Jimin wasn't mad before. He felt terrible of course, miserable with the knowledge that he'd asked for something Jeongguk reluctantly gave and blames himself for things getting out of hand that night with the kissing and the scenting. And he'd hated how he had to be so careful, to keep distance from one of his dearest friends, to help their friendship recover from Jimin's blunder of making such an inappropriate request and Jeongguk's clear guilt and regret over the whole thing. Jimin had really felt so badly about putting them both in this situation.

But this is bullshit now. Jimin was happy to let things go, to pretend like all was well and fake like nothing ever happened and move on, even forcing both his broken heart and his suffering omega into submission, to hope in time things could back to how they were before.

But Jeongguk is doing this on purpose. He's riling Jimin up, he's causing things to happen to the omega and Jimin doesn't appreciate it. Not after Jeongguk's awkward apology about regretting the kiss. After he put Jimin firmly in his place as nothing more than a friend and the kiss as a poor mistake Jeongguk had made.

No, now Jimin is fucking furious with the viscount. It's not fair or right what he's doing. He's not only made sure Jimin knew his regret but he's now been avoiding Jimin for days and the omega has done nothing but respect that, staying out of his way until this all becomes a bit more comfortable.

This is just unacceptable. Jeongguk doesn't get to have it both ways. Jimin won't allow it.

So when special invitations arrive at Park House for both his and Hobi's attendance regarding the celebratory ball for Taehyung and Yoongi's engagement taking place at Min House in three days' time, Jimin knows exactly what he needs to do.

Because this can't continue. Jimin's known that for a while now anyway but now that Jeongguk is playing games like this, the omega knows he needs to put an end to it all. A final end.

They obviously can't be friends anymore. Of that, Jimin is certain. And it will definitely kill him inside later when he's stopped being so mad about it all.

No, now he needs to do what he's been planning to do for weeks. To take his own life back.

He needs to secure a safe match with a perfectly pleasant second brother and be done with this entire viscount saga for good.

And he knows just the outfit to do it in.

The small blue and purple gems embedded in each short peak of the delicate tiara his maid has just finished pinning into his hair create pretty waterfalls of color in the mirror beneath the candlelight in Jimin's bedroom as he turns this way and that to ensure the thing is secure. His matching waistcoat swirls the same colors in detailed flowery patterns with his solid plum cravat pulling his look together quite nicely.

This, he thinks, may just be the outfit he ensures a formal courting request in this evening. Maybe even secures a match in. He's determined, as a matter of fact.

He's going to make this happen. He has to.

And Jimin knows just the second brother he's got his eye on tonight.

So when a soft knock sounds at his door and Jimin's older brother peeks his head inside, Jimin gives him a real smile, beckoning him in from where he sits at his vanity, completing the finishing touches of his outfit by slipping amethyst earrings into either ear.

"You look incredible," Hobi beams, settling on the edge of Jimin's bed just as Jimin's maids make their exit, closing the door softly behind them. "I guess I should be used to that by now since your style has really changed this season but I'm not quite yet."

Chuckling, Jimin turns in his seat to face his brother just as he manages to connect the final clasp of his earring. "I thought I'd try something new. Keep myself entertained."

"Mm," Hoseok smiles, looking down at his hands laced in his lap. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that before we head out tonight."

Furrowing his brow, Jimin cocks his head. "About what?"

"Ah, you know," Hobi laughs lightly, shrugging. "This whole… thing."

Standing from his vanity to retrieve his shoes, Jimin snorts. "You're going to have to be more specific, brother."

"Here, would you just-"

Hobi pauses, taking a breath and patting the spot next to him on the bed. "Will you just come sit with me for a second? It's making me nervous with you flitting about the room while I try to say this."

Jimin nods, abandoning his pursuit of the rest of his clothing and perches himself beside his brother, attentive. "Okay. I'm here. What's going on?"

With a sigh, Hobi scrubs a hand down his face before he turns and settles a hand on the bed between them. "Alright, I'm just going to say this."

Nodding, Jimin waits as Hobi seems to steal himself.

And when the alpha finally makes eye contact, Jimin realizes he isn't at all prepared for the conversation his brother wants to have.

"You know you don't have to get married, right?"

Blinking at him for a long moment, Jimin feels a cold rush come over him. He isn't sure why but he feels a bit embarrassed. "What?" he manages to choke out.

Hobi tries to hold his gaze but Jimin drops his own down to the bedspread. "You have to tell me if I'm totally off base here. But with your new clothes and then Tae getting married… I don't know. You've just seemed a bit… You've been different this season."

Oh god. This is the exact conversation Jimin didn't want to have. With anyone but especially not his big brother.

"I'm not," he tries, though it comes out soft and far less convincing than he'd hoped it would. He clears his throat and gives it another shot. "I'm not."

Still not great.

"Jiminie," Hobi says, reaching for Jimin's hands and clutching them tightly in his own. "It's okay if you do want to get married. Of course it is. If it's something you truly want, I'm all for it. But I also know you always planned to spend a nice single life with Taehyung. And if that's the reason you're looking for a mate now, because Tae isn't going to be a spinster with you anymore, I just want you to know that you don't have to do that."

Staying silent, Jimin gives his brother's hands a squeeze, biting at the inside of his cheek.

"You can still have the life you wanted," Hobi says gently. "I'll still be here and we can live out our days together too." He offers a soft laugh. "Hell, that's what I always planned for anyway. You and me and for a while Taetae too."

Jimin doesn't mean to go rigid the way he does from those words alone but Hoseok notices straight away.

"What? What is it?"

Jimin chances a glance up at his brother and then away again, the concern in Hobi's eyes too much to bear.

"I mean," he starts softly. "Isn't that kind of the problem though?"

"What?"

"You having to stay unmated… for me," Jimin huffs, his face burning. "That doesn't seem fair either."

The silence that follows has Jimin ready to run out of the room in shame.

And then he's being engulfed in a hug, Hobi's arms circling his shoulders and holding him close.

"Is that what this is about?" Hoseok murmurs. "You're trying to find a match so I can get married?"

It's so much more complicated than that but Jimin isn't even sure where to start with it. He doesn't want to get into all the details right now, especially the parts that have to do with a certain viscount.

So instead, he leans into the embrace, resting his head on his brother's shoulder and sighing.

"Jiminie," Hobi says a little brokenly.

"I just don't want it to stop you from finding someone," Jimin mutters. It's easier to say this when he's not holding eye contact. "I don't want you having to care for me to keep you from finding a mate. It would simplify a lot of things if I marry and I'm perfectly okay with that-"

"I'm certainly not okay with that," Hobi cuts in, giving Jimin a gentle squeeze. "I don't see things that way. I'm not remaining single because I need to care for you. And I definitely don't want you to marry because you think you're a burden, Jimin. I've never wanted that."

"I know. That's kind of why I didn't want to talk about this," Jimin says with a huff that makes his brother chuckle.

"I'm sure you didn't. But I'm glad we're talking about it now. Because I never want you to sacrifice your happiness because you think you're hindering mine. That's not okay."

Jimin wills the tears that spring to his eyes away, swallowing them back. He doesn't want to ruin his look now after all the hours he'd put in.

Shifting in the hug, Jimin closes his eyes as he says at length, "But… it would be easier, wouldn't it? To court someone without having to worry about me all the time?"

"Jiminie… I-" Hobi starts and stops, sounding frustrated before he tips Jimin back up, keeping an arm around his shoulders even as the omega can see the way his brother's brow pinches.

"Sorry," he tries, worrying at his bottom lip that he's offended his older brother but Hobi shakes his head.

"No you don't need to apologize," the alpha says, still looking upset. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just-"

He pauses like he's trying to figure out how to say this and Jimin waits patiently.

"I have someone."

Jimin blinks.

That… was not at all what he was expecting Hoseok to say.

"Um," Hobi continues, scratching at the back of his head and looking away. "Yeah. I have someone. Someone I can't mate. Or I could but society really wouldn't like it. So I'm not really interested in courting anyone. At least not any omegas."

Confusion colors Jimin's face, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly, unsure of how to even proceed with that.

Hobi won't meet his eyes. Instead, he scrubs a hand down his face, releasing a sigh.

Then he squares his shoulders, turning to face Jimin and leveling a stare at him. "Jiminie, if I tell you this, I need you to swear to secrecy. No one can ever know. No one. It's not even something you can tell Tae about. Okay?"

A trickle of fear spider walks down Jimin's spine and he nods readily, not sure if he really wants to know but also feeling like he should know. "You have my word."

Hobi holds his gaze for a moment before closing his eyes.

"I'm in love with Kim Seokjin. We're together. I mean, as much as we can be."

Jimin can feel his eyebrows almost reach his hairline with how high they go up on his forehead in surprise.

"Oh."

Opening his eyes, Hoseok gages his reaction, eyes sweeping over his face. "Yeah." He narrows his gaze. "So you understand why you can't tell anyone?"

"I-" Jimin starts before he shakes his head. "I mean of course I understand why I can't tell anyone but I'm also just."

He pauses, feeling the words before he says them as a smile spreads across his face. "Hobi, I'm so happy for you."

The clouded worry seems to clear from the alpha's face at the same time. "Really?"

"Of course!" Jimin cheers, deciding it's his turn to hug his sibling and throws his arms around Hobi's neck. "I'm so happy you have love. I was always so afraid I was depriving you of that and to know you've found someone you care for… You deserve it so much."

Hobi sinks into the hug, clutching Jimin tightly. "Thank you brother. I wasn't sure if you'd understand or be comfortable with it."

"I probably don't fully understand it but I also don't care," Jimin laughs, Hobi joining in. "I just know he clearly makes you happy going by that little glow on your face. That's all that matters to me."

"Okay then," Hoseok says, his chuckle this time a little watery as he pats Jimin on the back.
"Wow, that's such a relief."

"I'll always support you, brother," Jimin promises, leaning out to hold Hobi's gaze. "No matter what."

Nodding, Hobi smiles, giving each of Jimin's shoulders a squeeze. "Then same for you. If you want to find a mate, I support you completely. But please, only mate someone you want. Someone you like. Not someone you think will work so you can simply be married. Because there is seriously no reason for you to do that. You also deserve to be happy."

Doing his best not to falter, Jimin tries to agree with a nod but it's made more difficult by the anxiety weighing heavily on him. He supposes this could change some things in his reasoning to settle down finally.

But not all things.

And he's not sure he can swear to his brother that he won't find a good enough match still. Maybe it eases some of the pressure he'd been putting on himself. But certainly not all of it.

Things have gotten so fucking complicated but.

He knows he still needs to do this. Maybe not for Hobi, or even for Taehyung.

But for himself. Himself and his weak heart. He needs to finally be free of these feelings, this one-sided connection he has. He needs to move on.

And even as he looks at his brother, Jimin knows he's still going to try. He can make all the excuses in the world as to why he needs to do this but deep down, Jimin knows the truth.

A truth he plans to never ever share. With anyone.

"Promise me," Hobi implores, eyes flicking between Jimin's.

And the omega sighs. It's not a complete lie if he secures an alpha for his own reasons.

Right?

"I promise."

Min House might be the largest estate Jimin has ever been in and that includes the palace the day of his debut. He marvels at the sheer grandness of the hall as he enters, the massive paintings spanning across the walls and a few sculptures welcoming them as they enter into the ballroom which is also much larger to all the others Jimin has been in. Intricate flower arrangements line the dance floor and bloom gorgeously in a large centerpiece pairs are already spinning around, all white and pink, all clear representations of the love between the betrothed.

Jimin takes it all in excitedly, realizing this will be the estate Taehyung will be managing alongside his soon-to-be husband. It's really quite something. Jimin's so damn happy for his friend he can hardly contain his smile as he looks around.

"I kind of can't believe we're at Taehyung's engagement ball," Hobi murmurs into his ear with a chuckle. "It seems like just yesterday he was standing on our sofa yelling about how he will never ever marry any alpha ever for as long as he lives."

"In his defense," Jimin says, lips twitching with the effort not to smile. "You and Jeongguk had just 'accidentally' pushed him into the mud out by the quarry so he'd have to go inside for the day and you could go out riding."

"No one pushed him," Hobi defends like he always does, rolling his eyes fondly. "He slipped on the rocks and took a tumble. Jeongguk carried him all the way home on his back while Tae cried into his shirt about how mean we both were."

"Yeah well, eight-year-old Tae was quite sensitive," Jimin laughs, shaking his head. "And besides that, you did in fact get to go riding so who really won out in this situation?"

"Taehyung since he had you to console him after he'd washed up and gotten redressed for the day. All I got was a bratty Jeongguk absolutely annihilating me in a race through the pasture and then taunting me with how much better he was at riding than me, telling anyone who would listen that he bested me yet again."

"Seriously, what were we thinking becoming friends with those Jeon brothers?" Jimin chuckles, feeling a wave of affection wash over him as he watches Taehyung make his way into the ballroom on the arm of his fiancé, the happy flush in his cheeks turning them so pink Jimin can see it from across the room.

At least he still adores one of the Jeons. The other one he can leave up to Hobi to deal with.

They make their way through the throngs of guests to lend their well wishes to the happy couple then, Jimin snagging Tae long enough for his friend to grip him in a bone-crushing hug and whisper that they must promenade tomorrow because they haven't been able to spend much time together lately. Jimin agrees readily, offering a bow of congratulations to Min Yoongi as well.

He still doesn't know much about the duke but he supposes he doesn't need to. He knows Tae's instincts are impeccable. And besides that, watching the way Yoongi shifts in time with Taehyung's every move, shrewd eyes always keeping watch on his omega while giving him his space to breathe and be an individual still makes Jimin feel like he's exactly the kind of person Tae needs.

The ball is in full swing after that and Jimin spends a good portion of his time at the cakes table while his overprotective brother does his best to keep him occupied and not left alone.

"Hobi, seriously," Jimin chuckles lightly. "I'm fine. I don't know why you think you need to stay glued to my side all evening but I can manage all on my own."

Hobi sighs a bit indignantly. "Well last time we were in a similar setting, you left covered in wine without telling me and I found you in your room with the puffiest red eyes I've ever seen you have so I prefer to just stick with you for my own peace of mind, thanks."

Jimin grins, shaking his head. "I've already clocked Wonchul out on the dance floor and I'm planning to keep my distance from him this evening. Beyond that, I think I'm safe from any beverage related incidents."

He leans in closer to his brother, his voice dropping as low as he can manage, doing his best to be discreet.

"Besides," he murmurs, grateful when Hobi mirrors him. "I spotted a certain earl making his way in a few minutes ago over in the far corner." He nods carefully and Hoseok follows the movement, his body going just a little bit rigid when he finds Seokjin. "I wonder if you'd better head on over there. Maybe you two have some business to attend to?"

Huffing in a clear attempt at irritation and missing by a mile, Hoseok glares at Jimin momentarily but he can't seem to allow himself to take his eyes off of Seokjin for too long, gaze flicking back just as quickly.

Jimin watches gleefully as his alpha brother's resolve crumbles.

"Go," he whispers with a little push against Hobi's lower back. "I'm good here, I promise."

Hoseok is already taking a step forward but flips back quickly as he says , "If you need anything-"

"I will find you, yes yes yes, now go," Jimin cuts in, laughing when Hobi grins at him.

And then he's gone.

And Jimin immediately starts scanning the room again. He's got his own business to get down to now and he's not going to waste another moment.

He's sure Namjoon is here somewhere since Seokjin has arrived, though he didn't see the alphas walk in together. But he's certain he'll find him soon. He hopes, anyway.

Straightening out his shoulders, Jimin continues to search, doing his best to do so without appearing like that's what he's doing, which turns out to be a bit of a difficult thing to do. He doesn't want to seem desperate but considering Namjoon is currently his only actual prospect, Jimin is determined to at least dance with the man and get some clarity on where things might stand with him.

He also keeps a close watch on Choi Wonchul, careful to move subtly about the room whenever the omega so much as looks in his direction. He seems to always be on Wonchul's radar with how often he manages to catch Jimin's eye and smirk at him like some sort of real life villain, but Jimin refuses to make the same mistakes he did last time. He won't be caught dead even near his fellow third-year omega.

So when he slips behind one of the white pillars bursting with pink flowers all along it sides to avoid a run-in with his nemesis as Wonchul's beady little eyes search for him as he makes his way off of the dance floor for the third time tonight, Jimin's victory is short-lived when he all but runs smack into the man who happens to own the estate they're currently in.

"Oof," Yoongi coughs as Jimin's shoulder collides with the poor duke's chest just as he's swinging around the pillar, out of sight of the dance floor.

"Oh my god," Jimin cries, eyes going wide as he reaches out to steady the man. "I'm so sorry, are you okay? I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm so sorry!"

"Fine," Yoongi wheezes out, thumping a fist to his chest and clearing his throat. "I'm fine," he tries again. Jimin clearly almost knocked the wind out of the poor duke and he feels awful.

"I'm seriously so sorry," Jimin tries again, glancing around frantically to see if maybe Taehyung is nearby and can come and save the day. Jimin's hardly spoken to the duke in the presence of his best friend, let alone one on one and he'd prefer not to start now.

"It's all good, Jimin," Yoongi says and Jimin looks back to find the alpha smiling gently at him, having managed to gather himself again, straightening up. "I also wasn't looking where I was going either. But I'm actually glad I found you-"

"My god, are you alright, your grace?" Wonchul is suddenly next to them, his eyes overly wide and overly worried, zeroing in solely on the duke. "I saw you two collide, I was so worried you may have been injured!"

Jimin doesn't even know how the omega had managed to see what had happened but he's also no wholly surprised. Wonchul has a knack for these things, knowing things he shouldn't know, seeing things he couldn't possibly see. It's exhausting but normal for him.

What's more annoying is that Min Yoongi isn't even on the marriage mart anymore. So Jimin isn't sure why Wonchul is even here. There is no alpha to steal from Jimin at this moment which means there is certainly no reason for Wonchul to even be butting in like this.

"Uh-" Yoongi says, flicking eyes from Wonchul to Jimin before giving a shake of his head. "Nope. All good here. But if you'll excuse us just now, we need to go meet-"

"Thank goodness," Wonchul implores, batting his eyelashes a little heavily for the situation. "I'm glad you'll be in one piece for your wedding. And congratulations, of course! Your mother must be thrilled you chose such an esteemed family to join your own."

The look of confused annoyance on Yoongi's face has Jimin trying desperately not to laugh since that would be terribly inappropriate. But it's amazing to watch Wonchul continue to wax poetically about the Jeons, not seeming to realize the duke's glare.

"Sure," Yoongi replies shortly, taking a purposeful step back and glancing to Jimin. "If you'll let us just-"

"I do have to wonder though just how Lord Jeon is fairing," Wonchul continues, sticking his bottom lip out just slightly in some semblance of a pout, which seems like a strange move for the conversation at hand. "He's going to be so lonely in that big Jeon estate now that his brother has finally found a match."

Both Yoongi and Jimin are watching Wonchul carefully and Jimin can tell the duke is also wondering where the hell this is all going.

And Wonchul seems to know he's captured their attention if his smug smile is anything to go by.

"It seems to me that once an omega is matched and prepared to settle down, the alpha that was previously responsible for them may find that they have much more time to focus on themselves then. Time to think about what they might need."

If Jimin actually liked Wonchul, he may step in at this point and tell him it's probably not the best tactic to speak about the duke's fiancé like he's a complete burden Jeongguk is just trying to get rid of, but he thinks he'll go ahead and let the omega make a fool of himself all on his own here.

"And I find that usually what they need is a strong omega partner to fill that void," Wonchul delivers succinctly, beaming at Yoongi. "So I wonder if maybe now would be the perfect time for one of Lord Jeon's good friends such as yourself to maybe help him see just how beneficial finding a mate might be for him."

Yoongi still looks a bit lost but mostly just irritated by the continuation of this conversation, staring the omega down like he's trying to burn him to ash on the spot just so he doesn't have to continue enduring this.

Wonchul, true to form, doesn't seem to notice that he's only digging himself further into a hole he's not going to be able to get out of, continuing on as though he's making the greatest case that's ever been made.

"And seeing as I am the most eligible omega in the ton," Wonchul says winningly. "I think the time is exactly right for Lord Jeon to realize that. I'd be more than happy to accompany you to find him now and discuss matters further. I'm sure you see my point clearly now that you've made such a strong match yourself. I know both you and Taehyung understand the importance of Lord Jeon following in your footsteps to securing an exceptional omega to carry on his lineage well and with your endorsement, I know Lord Jeon will see it clearly."

And Jimin watches at things seem to click in the duke's mind as well. He doesn't know Yoongi well, hardly at all really but Jimin can see the exact moment the duke decides that he's going to need to put a firm and complete stop to this nonsense.

"Oh," Yoongi says with a sigh, shaking his head tiredly like he's never been more disappointed in a request. "I would be happy to put in a good word for you Mr. Wonchul, but seeing as I don't think Jeongguk would have any interest in such an unpleasant omega who misses such obvious social cues, I won't be able to do that. Now if you'll excuse us."

Wonchul's smile is frozen on his lips and the duke offers him a pitying glance as he turns away.

"Have a good evening," he calls over his shoulder, overly sweetly. "Jimin? Shall we?"

And just as he passes by, he drops a wink and a smile at Jimin, raising a perfectly manicured brow like he knows exactly what he's just done before giving a subtle tick of his head, gesturing Jimin to follow.

Jimin resists the urge to reach out and pull him into what would be a terribly inappropriate hug out of sheer gratitude.

"What the fuck did you say to him about me?" Wonchul rounds on Jimin immediately even before Yoongi is out of earshot, whispering viciously, eyes blazing.

"Literally nothing," Jimin beams. "But that was by far and away my most favorite thing that has ever happened." Chuckling, he gives a flick of his hand in a mocking solute. "Cheers, Wonchul."

And with that, he slides away before Wonchul manages to get his hands on anything that he could accidentally pour down Jimin's outfit.

Still laughing softly to himself, Jimin follows Yoongi's blonde head through the rest of the attendees, feeling a little giddy and absolutely bursting at the seams to tell Taehyung just how badass his almost-husband is, already craning his neck to spot his best friend. He's assuming that's who Yoongi is taking him to meet up with, after all. Jimin's done his best to give his friend space for the evening to enjoy his engagement ball and not have to worry about keeping Jimin entertained but he's pleased nonetheless that Tae had sent Yoongi to find him.

He also loves to come bearing gossip and he's still grinning when Yoongi stops a few feet ahead of him. Jimin is still making his way around a few people when the crowd parts enough for him to see who Yoongi is standing beside.

But it's not Taehyung.

Because of course it's not.

Jimin halts dead in his tracks, his smile fading immediately as he locks eyes with Jeon Jeongguk standing there, big eyes even wider when they find Jimin's.

He knew the alpha would be here tonight seeing as it's his baby brother's engagement ball so it doesn't shock Jimin to see him as much as it just makes him really goddamn mad.

His pleasant mood stomps itself out entirely, souring bitterly at the mere sight of the viscount standing there in his all black ensemble save for the light ruffles of his white shirt peeking out from beneath his matching cravat wrapped pristinely around his neck. His hair is parted in the center tonight, light waves cascading down his temples to taper off where the rest is pinned into place behind his ears. He looks gorgeous like always.

But tonight, Jimin doesn't care. He can't care. Not after everything this man has put him through. Not after whatever the hell happened at the opera.

No.

No, Jimin is simply not having it.

And sending Yoongi to find him because Jeongguk knew he wouldn't come on his own only serves to piss Jimin off more. He's not dealing with this tonight.

He's not dealing with this ever.

He holds Jeongguk's gaze for one long moment, pouring all of his fury into his stare, his face darkening. He doesn't try to get a read on the alpha's expression and frankly, he doesn't even really care what it is Jeongguk wants to talk to him about.

All he knows is this isn't happening.

So instead, Jimin gives one last serious glare to the viscount.

And then turns on his heel and goes the other way.

He has to find Namjoon. He has to. He needs to get away from all of these feelings tumbling around inside of him and focus on the task at hand. The task he came here for. He'd put hours into his look tonight to secure himself a formal courting and he's not going home without it.

Jeon Jeongguk be damned.

He's so busy storming off, he barely registers that he's made a half-loop around the ballroom so quickly, startling when he sees Wonchul just ahead of him. Deciding that's an even worse idea than talking to Jeongguk, Jimin pivots and heads toward a relatively empty corner, deciding he needs to be strategic with his next move instead of flitting around the room like an angry bird.

No, he needs to make a gameplan here. Get himself a lay of the land and decide what to do next.

But just as he's almost made it to the space he's spotted on the wall, there is someone directly in front of him.

Huffing, Jimin looks up to find Kim Seokjin beaming down at him.

"Mr. Jimin," Seokjin says politely. "Would you be interested in a dance?"

Jimin stares back at him. "With you?"

Seokjin pinches his lips together to clearly keep from laughing, nodding as he lifts his hand out, palm up. Clearing his throat, he ticks his head to the side, having hardly schooled his features.

"With me, yes."

The next words rolling around Jimin's mouth ready to fall out like heavy marbles are but aren't you into my brother? But he manages to gulp them back down, deciding not to be stupid and spill that secret out here for everyone to hear. He realizes he really needs to compose himself, feeling rattled and out of sorts after two rather intense run-ins with people he doesn't ever want to see again.

Which is when he sees movement out of the corner of his eye and he turns to watch Jeon Jeongguk making his way toward him, determination in every step and Jimin's heart leaps into his throat at the sight.

What makes it worse is that Wonchul has clearly also clocked the viscount and is also now hustling toward Jimin, to cut the alpha off or reach the omega first Jimin has no idea.

But he thinks he doesn't have any interest in finding out.

He looks back to the alpha in front of him.

Seokjin is still staring at him. He ticks a mischievous brow at Jimin as if to ask what he plans to do next and clearly already knowing what his answer will be since he's really got no other choice.

So without another thought, Jimin takes Seokjin's hand and let's him pull him onto the dance floor.

Jimin resolutely ignores what may or may not be going behind him, decidedly not looking back even as his pulse races, following Seokjin into position between two pairs already preparing for the next dance. He figures he'll be safe out here for at least the length of a song before he'll have to figure out once again how to avoid both Jeongguk and Wonchul for the rest of the evening.

It's going to be a long damn night.

Bowing to one another as the music swells and then sliding into place with Jimin's hands resting gently on Seokjin's shoulder and in his hand respectively, Jimin tries to relax as they begin to move. He actually likes Seokjin, having spent enough time with him to know he's a lot of fun to be with. Maybe he's not the Kim brother Jimin was expecting to be dancing with this evening, but he figures this is better than running around the ballroom all night to avoid unwanted conversations.

Still, Jimin can't help asking as he peers up at Seokjin. "Is this some sort of ruse?"

Seokjin laughs brightly at that, taking Jimin in with gleeful eyes, tilting his head just as his turns Jimin around by their hands overhead as required. "A ruse?"

"Yeah, like-" Jimin pauses to step around another alpha and then come back, dropping his voice to keep from being overheard. "Like to throw people off of… well. You know."

"Oh do I?" Seokjin says in mock conspiracy before grinning kindly. "This isn't a ruse, no. But I can't exactly ask Hobi to dance here, now can I? And I like dancing. I figured you wouldn't mind."

Cocking his head to the side, Jimin spins again, annoyed when he still finds Seokjin smiling at him as he returns. "I mean. I guess I don't mind." Jimin begins to glance over his shoulder before he stops himself, deciding he doesn't want to know what became of Jeongguk or Wonchul. "You do have impeccable timing."

"Yes, I did notice that," Seokjin says, looking strangely pleased with himself. But before Jimin can ask what he means since he's certain the earl can't possibly know what Jimin was referring to, the omega is being twirled away again. When he makes his way back, Seokjin changes the subject.

"I should probably apologize for my brother's absence this evening," Seokjin is saying as he takes both of Jimin's hands in his, mirroring footwork as they step to the music. "He was feeling a bit ill and thought it best to keep away in case he's contagious."

"Oh," Jimin says, frowning slightly. While he hopes it's the truth, he knows he sometimes fakes sickness to get out of things. Was Namjoon trying to get out of seeing him tonight?

He doesn't know.

All he knows is the earl doesn't look one bit concerned.

"Well I hope he feels better soon," Jimin says resolutely. "Please relay my well wishes."

"I will do so," Seokjin says with a grin. "I appreciate that you seem to enjoy his company. And I know he enjoys yours."

"I do," Jimin says honestly because he does. Namjoon is really nice to be around.

But when Seokjin spins him by his hands, turning him to press his back to Seokjin's front as they box step, all thoughts of Namjoon all but evaporate into thin air.

Jeon Jeongguk is standing just on the edge of the dance floor, hands clasped behind his back, eyes dark and focused and so intense, Jimin actually gasps, grateful the sounds of their steps along the wooden floor drown it out. Swallowing thickly, there is nothing Jimin can do but stare back at the viscount, his stomach feeling like it's turned itself inside out. There is nowhere else to look, nowhere else to go at this moment since the next turn isn't for several beats and Jimin's palms become damp under the scrutiny. It feels like time slows down, the deep gaze of the viscount the only thing Jimin seems to be able to focus on, drowning in it like he's been trying so hard to resist doing, his omega responding in kind under the attentions of their alpha.

Jimin feels like he can't breathe, unsure of how his body even manages to follow the right steps as he feels unsteady on his feet.

"Although, I have to admit," Seokjin murmurs in his ear, so close it makes Jimin shiver. "I wonder if Namjoon not being here actually might be a good thing."

Jimin can't even process that right now, too caught up in whatever magic spell Jeongguk has put him under.

Not until Seokjin turns him again.

And when the spell breaks, Jimin startles.

"Why would you say that?"

He says it so weakly and so unconvincingly that even Jimin winces.

And the smile Seokjin sends him is knowing, like he hadn't missed it. "Because maybe there's another alpha here you need to sort some things out with."

His gaze flickers over Jimin's shoulder, giving a discreet nod but Jimin doesn't need to turn to know exactly who he's talking about.

Still, he shakes his head, glancing away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well for my brother's sake, I hope that you do."

The words cut a little and Jimin looks up into Seokjin's eyes swiftly, shame raining a cold shower down his spine. "My lord, please don't misunderstand-"

"Oh I understand perfectly," Seokjin says, laughing lightly. "Jimin, relax. I'm not scolding you at all, I promise. But since I seem to be the only one who notices what seems to be going on here, I thought it could be nice for us to have a dance here and I could give you some friendly advice."

Jimin's cheeks burn with embarrassment. "I thought you just wanted to dance because you can't with Hobi."

"Can't I want to dance for multiple reasons? Because I've got three at the very least," Seokjin says with a teasing brow raise before chuckling. "Really Jimin, you look red as a cherry. I'm not angry with you at all. But since this matter concerns Namjoon, I think it's best I be forthright with you. I don't want him ending up in a bad situation with an omega who's affections lie elsewhere."

Jimin's eyes go wide, his stomach feeling like it just dropped to the dance floor.

"My lord, I would never-"

"You might, actually," Seokjin says easily. "And I understand it, I really do. Besides, you are adorable Jimin, don't get me wrong, and it would make my situation with Hoseok much easier to manage. But I want more for my brother than just a comfortable match."

Even Seokjin's relaxed demeanor isn't enough to calm Jimin's racing pulse. He feels so caught out like he's been doing something bad even when he's not so sure he has been. The guilt is crawling up his throat though and he can't seem to manage a reply, staring at Seokjin, speechless.

The earl smiles at him. "My brother has a lot of prospects, Jimin. So you don't need to worry about hurting him or leaving him broken. He's got plenty of time and plenty of options."

That… does make Jimin feel better. Like he's not been leading on some poor alpha who's fallen for him or anything.

The relief seems to be clear on his face because Seokjin laughs.

"And if either of you has a chance at a love match, well. I can't quite find it in myself to root for you to be together."

Ah.

Well.

This is awkward.

"I don't think I have a chance at a love match," Jimin mutters, mostly to himself.

"Oh I'd think again on that one," Seokjin says almost giddy. "Because I think my third reason for asking you to dance is heading this way right now."

Jimin frowns.

They're still in the middle of the song. Of their dance. There's no way-

"Excuse me."

Jimin startles, whipping his head around at the sound of the voice just to their left, his eyes widening even further at the sight of Jeon Jeongguk standing there, hands fisted at his sides, a serious glare on his face radiating in Kim Seokjin's direction.

And Jimin promptly freezes.

This isn't acceptable, not in polite society and he's sure he can already hear the whispers around them beginning, Jeongguk's perceived attempt at thwarting another's potential courting seen as extremely rude.

Though, the real burden falls on Seokjin's shoulders as the scorned party. He'd surely fall into social ruin much quicker as the alpha who'd been bested by another.

So it's a bit strange when the earl seems almost gleeful at Jeongguk's arrival.

"Do you mind if I interrupt?" Jeongguk says without any prompting, though the question hardly sounds like a request with the way he flattens the last word, fire in his eyes. "It should only take a moment."

"Jeongguk-" Jimin warns, irritated in an instant because what the actual fuck is he doing? He can't just interrupt a dance. Especially not now, not when Jimin is currently doing his damndest to avoid the alpha. No. Not happening.

But then Seokjin is stepping back, releasing his hold on Jimin and the omega panics.

"Of course," the earl says amiably with a flourish of a hand out toward Jimin as if to offer him up for the taking. "It seems as though you two have a lot to discuss."

He then spins on his heel and casually strolls off of the dance floor.

And Jeongguk doesn't waste a moment taking his place, easily settling his hand on Jimin's waist, delicately taking the other in his own.

And Jimin wants to run. He wants to rip himself free from the viscount's grasp and book it out of here.

But he actually can hear it now. And see it. The whispers. The heads turning. Everyone has noticed the scene and if Jimin leaves the floor now, he will absolutely destroy his own reputation and that will be it for him. He knows he can't leave.

And Jeongguk knows it too.

Glaring up at the alpha, Jimin does the bare minimum with moving his feet to the right steps as rage simmers beneath his skin.

"Jeongguk," Jimin bites out under his breath, seething. "What the fuck?"

Flames blazes back at him in Jeongguk's gaze and Jimin is about ready to stomp right on his foot.

"I could ask you the same question, Jimin," the viscount snaps in reply.

"What?" Confusion colors Jimin's anger and somehow makes it burn hotter. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well seeing as this is the only way I can get you to speak to me, I figured I had no other choice."

"By ruining another alpha's reputation?"

"And what do you care of that earl's reputation? Why should that matter to you?"

Jimin feels completely thrown by this entire conversation since Jeongguk isn't making any sense.

But the omega refuses to back down anyway.

"Because he's my friend and he didn't deserve that."

And to Jimin's utter shock, Jeongguk actually rolls his eyes, derisive and irritated like Jimin had just said the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.

"Oh yeah, you two looked real friendly out here."

Jimin's anger pauses in the wake of his bewilderment, brows pulling together as he stares back at the alpha. "What?"

But Jeongguk simply continues to glare at him. "I thought you were being courted by his brother."

Ah good, right back to fury then because who the hell does Jeongguk think he is asking Jimin questions like this? "That's none of your business."

"Jimin, you don't even know either of them. I don't know what game you're playing but-"

"Game?!" Jimin replies, outraged. "I'm not playing any game!"

"Oh really?" Jeongguk sneers. "Because I'd beg to differ seeing as you've been all over town with the younger Kim brother and then suddenly tonight you're on the dance floor with the heir?"

Jimin's blood is suddenly frozen in his veins and when he speaks again, his words come out low and simmering with outrage.

He stops even a lame attempt at the dance they're supposed to be in the middle of, standing there and staring up at his supposed friend even as their hands stay in place on one another.

"Are you accusing me of something?"

"Is there something to accuse you of?" Jeongguk shoots back. "Because last I heard, you never ever wanted to get married and now suddenly you're out in society with two alphas, so it makes me wonder…"

The sting of those words come long before Jeongguk seems to realize what he's just said, his voice trailing off as his eyes flare wide.

"Wow," Jimin breathes as hurt seems to spread out all along his insides, not quite overtaking his anger but instead swirling itself into it, making him feel a little insane with how upset he truly is.

Jeongguk seems to be just as shocked by his own words, shaking his head straight away. "No- wait, Jimin, I'm sorry, that's not-"

"No, you listen to me now," Jimin barks out because he's about to lose it and he refuses to go to pieces in front of everyone in the ton. "Because you have no goddamn right-"

His voice cracks and he swallows harshly to keep himself under control.

"No," he mutters, more to himself than anything. "No, you know what? Fuck this. I'm not doing this. I don't owe you anything. All you've done is confuse me and make me think things and I just. No. If I decide to mate and marry it'll be my decision and I'd think my friend would at least be happy for me instead of questioning my motives."

The music is finally coming to an end, the drawn out last note of the song signaling when partners should bow to one another to complete their dance.

But Jimin doesn't bother. He doesn't owe Jeongguk the respect when the viscount can't even give him some semblance of it in return. Instead, he yanks his hands free, ignoring the flash of hurt in Jeongguk's eyes when he follows and releases his hold on Jimin as well.

"But it's clear to me now that we aren't friends," Jimin says, tucking his hands at his sides and balling them into fists. "I've been so naïve all of these years but it's clear to me now. I don't think we've ever been friends at all."

And with a serious glare, Jimin delivers his final blow.

"So why don't you do us both a favor and leave me the hell alone."

And with that, Jimin leaves Jeongguk on the dance floor, slipping quietly into the throngs of society members, ignoring every head that turns his way as he goes, and hurrying his way out of the Min mansion altogether.

He decides he can feel guilty later about once again ditching Hobi at a ball, instead running out to the front entry and flagging down a footman to bring his carriage around as quickly as possible. He needs to get the fuck out of here and away from Jeon Jeongguk for good.

As soon as he's in his carriage, he yanks the knot of his cravat free from his neck and takes a deep, albeit shaky breath, allowing the tears to slip down his cheeks. He's so goddamn tired of crying over Jeongguk, especially this Jeongguk, the one he feels like he doesn't even know anymore, who says horrible things to him and makes him feel crazy with his stupid dark eyes, telling him he's sorry for kissing him like he pities Jimin but then interrupts a dance in the middle of his brother's engagement ball and just.

No.

No no no.

Jimin wants all of this to just stop. Jeongguk doesn't get to do this to him. It's fucking enough.

He tries to breathe through his fury, hands still shaking even where he has them wrapped up tightly in his lap, wondering how things had gotten so out of control. He knew his plan to find a mate was ill-advised at best but he didn't think it would cause all of these problems and concerns from everyone in his life. He thought he'd be able to just do what was necessary without any questions asked and now things have gotten so messy.

His stomach churns with shame, wishing he could just go back to how things were before the season started. When Taehyung wasn't engaged. When Jimin hadn't worried about being a burden to Hobi.

When he and Jeongguk were still friends.

That one stings the most really. Because Jimin knows they really can't ever go back to that. Things have gone too far. Too much has happened. He has so many regrets, not least of all that stupid fucking kiss he'd requested which seemed to have been the catalyst so much of this.

He really wishes he could take that back. Maybe then, he could have quietly gotten married to someone this season without a fuss and he could have kept one of his closest friends in his life-

His thoughts are interrupted abruptly by a shout from outside of his carriage, a voice muffled from somewhere nearby and just as Jimin turns to look out his window, his carriage is coming to a shaky halt and the door is being yanked open.

It shocks him so badly, Jimin actually jumps back in his seat, eyes flaring wide as a panting Jeon Jeongguk stares back at him from the ground below, his hand still on the handle of the door.

"Jimin," he says breathlessly, his eyes a little wild, a little frenzied.

But the omega has enough presence of mind to remember exactly why he's even in this carriage so early in the night, his surprise wearing off enough for his anger to come back in full force.

"I don't have anything to say to you," Jimin snaps, glaring hard enough that his eyes feel like they close momentarily.

But Jeongguk doesn't back down.

"Well I have things to say to you," the viscount lobs back immediately. "Let me in. I need to speak with you right now."

"We've done enough speaking for a lifetime," Jimin bites back, feeling his face flush with fury. "I think it's best if you-"

"Jimin, please," Jeongguk implores, verging on desperation as he sways forward. "Please let me in. I know you're angry, I understand it, but I need to speak with you right now."

His eyes dart to the open seat across from Jimin and back, big eyes full of so many things Jimin can't even pinpoint and Jimin takes a deep breath, considering just crossing his arms and turning away without verbally responding at all.

But Jeongguk's not budging, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, with panic or exhaustion Jimin can't be sure.

"Please," Jeongguk murmurs, holding Jimin's gaze pleadingly. "Just have one more conversation with me. One more conversation and then I'll leave you alone forever, I promise."

He looks so earnest standing there, determined and serious, like he really won't leave unless Jimin will agree to this.

And it takes a moment for Jimin to see it. He's hardly able to see past his aggravation but sitting here, staring at the viscount for so long, he finally sees it.

Jeongguk looks worried.

No, wait.

Jeongguk looks…

Christ, Jeongguk looks downright terrified.

"Just please let me in," he says one more time, softer but still insistent.

And curiosity finally gets the better of Jimin.

Slowly, he slides over enough to let Jeongguk climb inside, settling into the seat across from Jimin and swinging the door shut behind him.

Silence follows, the two of them staring at each other and Jimin huffs before he thumps a fist to the carriage roof.

"We will stop at Jeon House before home," he calls to his driver and he hears a confirming response before the carriage starts to move once more, wheels crunching along the gravel road.

Jimin crosses his arms over his chest then, sitting back in his seat, not quite ready to give up his anger even if he does want to know just why Jeongguk looks so upset.

He's not going to make this easy on the alpha, that's for damn sure.

"Well?" Jimin demands, raising an angry brow. "What do you want?"

Jeongguk's eyes seem to be roving over Jimin's face, taking him in carefully. His hands are clasped between his bent knees, his lips pressed together tightly.

With a deep inhale, he holds Jimin's gaze as he says, "I need to apologize."

Sighing heavily, Jimin rolls his eyes and looks away, already regretting that he agreed to this.

"Is that what we do now," he sneers out the window. "You say terrible things to me or about me and then track me down to say you're sorry, only to do it again a short while later? Is that what things will be like now?"

And to Jimin's surprise, Jeongguk actually doesn't bite back.

Instead, he scrubs his hands down his face and huffs a sardonic laugh. "Christ, I really fucking hope not. I've messed all of this up so much already, the thought of it staying this way makes me feel sick."

Jimin isn't sure what to make of that reaction.

"What do you mean?" he asks carefully.

"I mean I've gone insane," Jeongguk mutters into his hands before he drops them back into his lap.

And then his eyes are on Jimin again.

"I'm sorry. I'm more than sorry. What I said on the dance floor was not at all what I meant and I hate that I even have to say that again because that's just how much I've bungled things but I am sorry for it anyway. I know how you heard it, how it sounded and I would never ever even think of you like that. Not ever."

Jimin is watching the alpha.

"How did you mean it then?" he asks, his tone soft. He's not ready to forgive and forget but he can't pretend he's not at least a little interested in what Jeongguk has to say. "Because from where I'm standing, you've just told me to stay away from you for a while and then suddenly you're demanding to speak with me at a ball, so much so that you interrupt a dance and then tell me-"

"Hang on, sorry, what?" Jeongguk interrupts, scooting forward in his seat to press his elbows to his knees. "I never told you to stay away from me. Why would you say that?"

Jimin scoffs lightly. "I mean, you didn't say it in those exact words but I read between the lines that day beneath the willow tree. How you wanted to pretend…well. That it never happened. I figured you wanted space and time to forget about the whole thing."

Jeongguk looks so genuinely confused, Jimin does second-guess himself for a beat.

"Jimin," Jeongguk says slowly. "From what I recall, it was you who said you wanted to pretend it never happened."

"Because you regretted it so much," Jimin implores, starting to get frustrated again. "You said you were sorry and that it shouldn't have happened and I just wanted to make it less awkward, to save you all the regret you had and make sure you knew I understood it was something I needed to just forget about."

"You think I-" Jeongguk starts and stops, his expression incredulous. "You think I regret kissing you?"

He can't say why but Jimin felt a little less exposed when they were talking around the fact that they'd kissed. But now that Jeongguk is saying it so plainly, it makes Jimin feel like the curtain is about to be yanked back and his heart is going to be exposed completely.

He shakes his head.

"It doesn't matter-"

"Yes it does," Jeongguk jumps in immediately, eyes hard. "It matters to me."

Floundering for a moment, Jimin decides shutting his mouth entirely is preferable to anything else he might say, his heart beginning to race under the intensity of Jeongguk's stare. He feels so lost suddenly, so unsure of what they're even talking about and a little sick to his stomach, his sheer-gloved fingers starting to twist in his lap.

The alpha isn't letting him off the hook though, staying quiet and waiting patiently for whatever Jimin is going to say. It would be infuriating if it wasn't so intimidating.

So Jimin swallows and looks down at his lap.

"Well," he finally says, ending the silent standoff with a gentle shrug. "Don't you?"

The silence stretches out long enough that Jimin chances a glance up, wondering vaguely if Jeongguk had even heard him, insides twisting at the thought of having to repeat himself.

But what he finds when he looks up instead is something entirely different.

Jeongguk looks…

God.

He looks so sad. He looks hurt.

And that makes Jimin feel even fucking worse.

He doesn't know what to say to make this better, to fix whatever the hell broke between them the moment their lips touched but Jimin would do anything, anything to stop all of this weirdness and just go back to being them. He's realizing just how much he misses Jeongguk, he misses their conversations, their connection they've had since childhood, he can feel just how much he aches for them to go back to the way they were-

"I'm sorry," Jimin blurts, panic seizing his chest in a vice grip. "I really am, I'm sorry for it all, for asking that night, for avoiding you, I'm sorry, can we please just go back to how we were? To go back to being friends like before? I don't know how to fix this but everything is so confusing now and I know it's my fault for even asking-"

"It's not your fault," Jeongguk murmurs softly, giving a gentle rattle of his head. "None of this is your fault."

He leans forward then, his eyes searching the floor and Jimin holds his breath, waiting for whatever the alpha is about to say.

And when Jeongguk looks up again, Jimin's heart all but stops in his chest with just how fiercely those brown eyes hold his own.

"I have spent so much trying not to feel like this," Jeongguk says as he presses a hand to his chest, his brows pinched together like he's in pain. "I've done everything I can to avoid it, to pretend it's not happening, to just fake it and then maybe it will go away. But I'm realizing now that I can't. I can't stop it. And there is no use in trying because I'm doing nothing but hurting you."

He closes his eyes, briefly giving Jimin a reprieve from the severity of his gaze but it does nothing to stop the omega's heart from dropping further with every word the alpha speaks. He doesn't understand, doesn't know what Jeongguk is saying. All he knows is it sounds grave and terrible and Jimin is sure he's not going to like the outcome.

So when Jeongguk speaks again, Jimin isn't all that surprised by what he says.

But it doesn't make it hurt any less.

"I've been going round and round in my head about this for weeks," Jeongguk says solemnly. "And I've come to the realization that we really can't be friends anymore."

A lump forms in Jimin's throat at those words, his voice caught beneath it and he can't speak as Jeongguk looks at him once more. Jimin desperately wants to look away, to hide the pain he knows is filling his face but he can't.

"We can't be friends when I'm in love with you, Jimin. It's not fair to you."

It takes a moment for Jimin to register those words, his heart still in freefall down to somewhere near his shoes, and he blinks rapidly for a moment, frozen to his seat.

"What?" he breathes, barely audibly.

Jeongguk stares back at him, gaze never wavering and still Jimin can't quite wrap his mind around what's just been said. The viscount looks almost pleading, willing Jimin to understand but Jimin can't because it doesn't make any sense, nothing about this makes sense and he's so lost-

And then the alpha is moving.

Jimin watches in bewilderment as Jeongguk sinks down in front of him, landing on his knees on the carriage floor, kneeling in front of Jimin like he's…

Like he's at his mercy.

Like he's surrendering to the omega.

It's not something Jimin has ever thought any alpha would do let alone Jeon Jeongguk and watching it now, he's more than shocked, his top teeth sinking into his bottom lip anxiously trying to take in exactly what's happening.

It's a little bit terrifying just how badly he needs to hear what Jeongguk is about to say, his whole world suddenly feeling like it's sitting on a knife's edge and he has no idea which way he's going to fall by the end of this conversation but he knows he has to balance just a little longer, to find out exactly where his fate and his weak heart will end up. He has to know.

He stares down at Jeongguk folded on his knees below him and when the alpha takes a deep breath, Jimin feels his own catch in his throat.

"I have spent so long trying to convince myself that I could do this," Jeongguk murmurs, his voice soft but sure. "That even with my feelings, I made myself think I could feel less. That I could still be your friend, that I could manage it fine no matter what happened. We've been friends for so long, I thought I could handle it. And to be honest, I was handling it. Or I thought I was. I thought I'd been doing fine."

He shakes his head slightly. "Until this season. Until that kiss."

Jimin is hanging on every word, rooted to his spot and not moving a muscle. Jeongguk's face is so open, so sincere and expressive and captivating and Jimin's entire being feels like it's under a spell, caught in this alpha's honesty.

Jeongguk swallows hard like he's nervous.

"I'd been fooling myself into thinking I could handle this," he says. "I thought I was suffering before. Just mildly, just enough to hurt. But my god, I had no idea what suffering was. It's been torture these last few weeks, more so than ever before, being away from you, keeping distance like you asked, watching these sodding alphas seek you out and act like they're even worthy of your time. It's made me crazy and completely irrational but I can't do it anymore, I can't go on without telling you the truth."

Jeongguk's lashes flutter closed.

"Because kissing you set my heart on fire that night in a way I wasn't ever prepared for. I've always adored you but now? Now I burn for you, Park Jimin."

Something electric races up Jimin's spine at that last sentence and zips out along his limbs, sending every nerve in his being into a vibration he can't stop. The words hang between them like stars sparkling in the sky above and Jimin's ribcage expands with all the breath he's been missing on a sharp inhale.

And even as he feels like he's floating, Jimin has to be sure. He can't help questioning things. Not when all of his dreams are coming true like this.

"Please," he whispers, looking down into his lap, clasping his shaking hands together. "Don't… don't say things you don't mean."

The beat of silence feels completely unbearable and Jimin closes his eyes. He can't allow himself to look up, not when he doesn't know what he'll see there, if Jeongguk may backtrack all of his words and apologize again, say he didn't mean it and hop back out of the carriage.

But none of that happens.

What happens instead is there is a soft touch beneath Jimin's chin.

Opening his eyes, Jimin allows gentle fingers to raise his face up to the viscount as Jeongguk moves closer, brows pinched together in worry and determination equally and Jimin is once again caught in the storm of those expressive chocolate irises and that more than anything has him almost convinced this might actually be real.

But he has to be sure.

He has to be.

"Jimin," Jeongguk breathes, brushing his thumb along Jimin's chin as he leans closer and settles his other hand onto the seat beside Jimin's thigh and the omega's pulse takes off on a sprint. "I mean it. I mean every word of it. It's been agony seeing you at every event this season looking a new level of beautiful each time, so many pairs of eyes on you, so many alphas working up the courage to approach you and I hated every minute of it. It's been my one shred of sanity all of these years that you've never shown any interest in being courted by anyone and to see that change this year… it almost killed me."

Jimin's brows shoot up into his hairline. "You… what do you mean years?"

Jeongguk's smile is a rueful one. "I mean years, Jimin. Since before either of us joined society. Since we were kids."

Jimin's heart is now thundering against his sternum so hard it makes his chest ache. "But you never said anything to me?"

Shaking his head, Jeongguk sighs. "I knew you didn't want to get married. You always said that you never wanted a mate, that the notion of marriage was ridiculous. You and Tae always spoke so strongly about it, so sure of it that I believed you. I wasn't willing to blow up our friendship over something I knew you didn't want. And besides that, I thought you loving me was completely impossible. That you only saw me as a friend, as a big brother even."

It might be the first time Jimin has ever been truly speechless.

There's no fucking way, right? No possible way they both made the same assumption about one another that somehow kept them from getting to this point all of this time for all of these years.

There's no way.

How the hell did this even happen?

"So I resigned myself to loving you in secret," Jeongguk barrels on like he needs to get this out, his eyes so sad. "As selfish as this sounds, I was safe in the knowledge that even if you didn't want me you also didn't want anyone else. I'd hoped that it would get easier as the years went on, that maybe I'd grow out of it and stop this absurd pining for my closest friend. Maybe even find someone else."

That last sentence has Jimin's stomach twisting unhappily.

"But then you let me kiss you," Jeongguk breathes out like a prayer, like the memory alone makes him feel things and Jimin's body temperature feels like it ratchets up a notch. "And I knew it would ruin me. I knew it before you even asked. But I did it anyway because I have no self-control when it comes to you."

Jimin is sure he can't take anymore, he's sure he's all tapped out here with how full and bursting his heart feels to the point he really considers just full body diving onto Jeonggguk and making him be quiet but the sheer shock of this unprompted confession has him pinned in place for life because he has no earthly idea how this is even happening right now.

"And so now here I am," Jeongguk mutters as his gaze drops and his hands go out to either side of his torso, palms up as if presenting himself in all his miserable glory. "Completely out of my mind. And I knew I couldn't let it continue like this, that I had to ask you. I was going to ask you tonight in fact but seeing you on the dance floor with that earl… It made me crazy. Just like at the damn opera, seeing you next to that alpha. Christ, I saw red."

Well. Jimin supposes that explains some things at least and his insides feel a little gooey at the understanding of it but he gives pause at the rest of that information, brows furrow.

Jeongguk was going to ask him something tonight?

Ask him what exactly?

"So I need to ask you this now before I do anything else that could threaten both our societal standing," Jeongguk says, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. He takes a deep breath and then looks Jimin right in the eye. "If you are considering suitors and thinking about marrying, is there a chance you might consider me as well?"

The omega had been sure he couldn't be surprised any further tonight but he'd clearly been wrong.

"You-" Jimin starts and stops, staring at his oldest friend and wondering how on earth this man could ever think Jimin wouldn't want him first. That this man could ever picture a world where Jeon Jeongguk wasn't the only one for Park Jimin.

It's fucking absurd.

"You think I need to consider you?"

Jeongguk's face is so open, so earnest it grates on Jimin's nerves because how fucking dare he put Jimin through all of this just to be so damn unsure of where Jimin stands of all people.

Jeongguk seems to take Jimin's question literally, shifting on his knees and apparently preparing to explain. "Well, I-"

But Jimin isn't having it.

"You think there is any world," Jimin cuts right in, glaring down at the alpha. "No, any universe in which I want anyone else but you? You think this is a real question you need to ask me? Seriously?"

Jeongguk pauses halfway up on his knees, his serious face morphing slightly into one of confusion, listening to the words but clearly thrown by the tone in which they are being delivered but Jimin isn't done yet.

Not after all of this.

He's getting angry now. At what in particular, he isn't sure but the ups and downs of the last few weeks are feeling like they're suddenly catching up to him and the source of all of his problems is sitting here on his knees telling Jimin everything he's ever wanted to hear and frankly, Jimin is furious.

"I've been in love with you since I was a boy," Jimin says even as blood rushes to his face in a blush because saying those words out loud for the first time is fucking terrifying even when Jimin knows he's safe to do so. It's so scary he has to give pause just to breathe harshly out of his nose on an exhale to allow himself an extra moment with how overwhelmed he feels.

But he presses on because he has to get this out. He has to say it. His vision swims a little and Jeongguk blurs in front of him but it makes it easier to say everything to the shape of him rather than to those giant bambi eyes he adores so much.

"There has never been anyone else for me, Jeongguk. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you. I never wanted to marry because you wouldn't be the one I was marrying. It was never even a thought in my mind before this season that maybe I should mate just to move on after all of these years and let these pathetic, useless feelings for you finally go. So if you think for even one second you're in some line to hopefully win my affections you are sorely mistaken-"

Jeongguk is on him before he even finishes his sentence.

The alpha surges forward, gathering Jimin's face in his hands and soothing thumbs over the omega's cheeks as the tears spill down and clear his vision enough to see how wild with something akin to hysteria Jeongguk's gaze holds and Jimin's angry steam is all but smothered under it. He holds very still, letting Jeongguk search his face, keeping his breath in his chest as if storing it for use later when he has the space to use it properly because right now he doesn't need it.

All he needs is Jeon Jeongguk looking at him like that.

"Jimin," Jeongguk whispers a little brokenly, as if asking, as if begging.

"Yes," is Jimin's only manageable reply.

And then they meet in the middle like they did that fateful night.

Jimin remembers these lips, has dreamt about these lips in so many of his lonely nights, soft and gentle on his own and he makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat, something like relief to finally have this again in the right way, to have Jeongguk kissing him for the right reasons, for the best reasons. He can feel tears still trickling down his face but he doesn't even care, not when he's warm and safe in Jeongguk's hands. His own fingers find themselves wrapping around Jeongguk's forearms just for something to hang onto as Jeongguk's mouth captures his again and again.

"Jimin," Jeongguk murmurs into the space between their lips, trailing kisses to the corner of the omega's mouth and then his jawline and then his cheek, clearing the tears away with every touch and Jimin lets him, his lips parted and his eyes closing, feeling those tender touches from the one alpha he's always wanted. "Jimin, Jimin, Jimin."

"I can't believe you didn't know," Jimin gasps, whimpering when Jeongguk's mouth lands in the space just beneath Jimin's ear, so close to his scent gland he shivers. "How could you not know?"

"How could you not know?" Jeongguk counters gently, nipping at Jimin's ear. "How could you not know that you are everything to me."

"Jeongguk please," Jimin begs, tilting his head, presenting his neck desperately because he's gone long enough without this, without smelling like Jeongguk and frankly, he can't fucking do it anymore. Not after everything he knows now. "Please, please-"

And when Jeongguk buries his nose in Jimin's scent gland, the omega actually lets out a quiet, relieved sob.

"Jimin," Jeongguk breathes into his skin reverently before inhaling deeply as he drags his nose back and forth. "My love."

Every hair on Jimin's body seems to stand on end as goosebumps ripple out from beneath his skin, starting at the point where Jeongguk's mouth touches him and racing out from there, Jeongguk's words triggering every nerve in Jimin's being to react. He lets himself be pulled under, gasping to the ceiling of the carriage as Jeongguk's tongue laves over his scent gland before his lips close around it and sucks and Jimin sees stars behind his eyelids.

He can feel the way Jeongguk's scent covers him and seeps into him and Jimin lets it pull him under, lets it drown him in delicious leathery warmth.

"You should always smell like this," Jeongguk is murmuring through the haze of Jimin's mind. "You should always smell like me."

Jimin babbles an agreement, barely able to form a coherent thought, his head falling back so far that it rests against the backrest of the bench because he wants to give all the access he possibly can to this alpha.

And when Jeongguk mouths his way back to Jimin's lips, the omega knows he's done well because he has no idea where he stops and Jeongguk begins, both of them absolutely covered in amber and leather and Jimin's omega is so satisfied, he's certain he could start purring.

Jeongguk's still on his knees in front of Jimin and the omega takes the opportunity to wind his arms around the alpha's neck, keeping him close where Jeongguk's hands have fallen to his thighs. He smiles into the kiss, biting gently at Jimin's lower lip before devouring him again, dipping his tongue into Jimin's mouth easily and tasting him over and over.

"Jeongguk," Jimin murmurs, surging forward, clinging tightly to the alpha even as he tries to get closer, to get even more, impatient with how far apart they still feel.

So when he feels hands on his waist and then around his back, Jimin goes with it, allowing Jeongguk to slide him closer until he's sitting at the edge of his seat.

And then with one swift motion, Jeongguk slips his hands down to outsides of Jimin's legs and tugs him down to the floor, guiding him to settle his knees and land straddling Jeongguk's thighs, sitting right into his lap. Jimin's face burns with just how fucking good that feels, his hips nestling up against Jeongguk's tightly and Jimin thinks he might actually burst into flames on the spot but he has no time to dwell on it because he's still being kissed within an inch of his life and he can hardly comprehend that alone.

Desperation courses through him when he realizes even this isn't close enough and he's restless with his hands all along Jeongguk's back, racing up and down the fabric of his tailcoat anxiously, his body hot all over and only getting warmer in the place where he's pressed to Jeongguk. He can barely breathe, gasping as he finally separates their mouths to trail his own along Jeongguk's soft cheek, to taste that sharp jawline he's sure he could cut himself on if he's not careful, his fingers rushing up along Jeongguk's spine and to his neck-

And then his fingers brush along Jeongguk's scent gland.

And the alpha shudders in his arms.

And Jimin just about loses his last shred of sanity right then and there.

"Please," he whispers right into the whorl if Jeongguk's ear. "Please, can I scent you? Alpha, please-"

"Fuck," Jeongguk growls.

Then a big hand is slipping up into Jimin's hair at the back of his skull and guiding him into place along the alpha's neck.

And Jimin doesn't wait to be told twice.

He dives into that divine scent like a man starved, surprised by just how good it smells even when he's already covered in it head to toe but he doesn't care, not when he's about to make this gorgeous alpha smell like he belongs to Jimin and Jimin alone. He wastes no time, spurred on by the hand guiding him, gently pushing his face right up against that raised skin and Jimin inhales deeply before he's certain that's also not enough and simply opens his mouth.

The guttural groan Jeongguk lets out sends a shower of sparks raining down Jimin's spine and he doubles down on his efforts, tasting that sweet space between Jeongguk's jawline and his collarbone, letting leather and amber consume his very being as he rubs his nose all along Jeongguk's neck and then flattens his tongue there and drags his way up again.

His own caramel candied scent blooms around his face but doesn't overwhelm the amber he's still soaking in and it sends a thrill through him that this alpha, this big strong stunning alpha is about to be coated in his scent. Like he belongs to Jimin.

Like he's Jimin's alpha.

Jesus, that alone has Jimin hot all over and he holds fast to the lapels of Jeongguk's tailcoat as he buries his face into that glorious neck.

"J-Jimin," Jeongguk chokes out, his fingers curling in the omega's hair to keep a nice grip on him, feeling the movements of Jimin's mouth roving along his skin. "God."

It's addictive the way Jeongguk keeps him close with a firm hold and Jimin revels in it, spurred on by the way his scent only gets stronger and stronger.

It's so strong in fact that it's starting to get sweeter somehow. Sweeter with a spice added in. At first, Jimin chalks it up to Jeongguk's scent being all over him, wrapping around Jimin's like it was meant to and melding together to make one single scent, but it's not that. In fact, Jeongguk's scent might still be on him but Jimin's is overpowering.

Which is about when he realizes his hips are moving.

At their own accord and without any input from the man himself, Jimin's continuously pressing himself forward toward the warmth of Jeongguk's lap, curling forward again and again and Jimin only just comprehends the fact his undergarments have gone damp.

Oh shit.

Oh no no no.

He moves to scramble off of Jeongguk, to apologize profusely, to shamefully crawl back into his spot on the carriage bench and stop accosting the viscount-

But the hand in his hair tightens as he pulls back and he doesn't fight it when instead he's guided to rest his forehead against Jeongguk's, the other hand on his hip curving all the way around his waist and securing him place.

And Jimin doesn't even try to move away. Not when it feels so nice to be this close to the man he's so in love with.

"You smell so fucking good," Jeongguk moans against his lips, nudging his nose up against Jimin's to kiss him. "So good. Always thought so."
Jimin's cheeks go up in flames knowing exactly why he smells so strongly and tries to hide his face once again in Jeongguk's neck, so ashamed and yet completely helpless to fight the deep satisfaction of being in the viscount's lap like this.

"Oh Christ," he mutters, whimpering when the alpha's lips find his scent gland again, sucking delicately. His stomach swoops-

And then he's gasping outright as more wetness suddenly releases in a rush, so much so he's afraid it's going to show through his trousers and he's certain that now he needs to stop all of this, he has to get out of here, he can't be like this, not like this not in front of Jeon Jeongguk of all people-

Instead what he does is cling harder to Jeongguk, anxiety and something much more urgent spiking within him, sending him stammering even as his hips won't stop moving, his cock hard against the inside of his breeches and pressing firmly into Jeongguk's pelvis.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry," he tries to say, his eyes slammed shut as heat swells in his lower belly, coiling tighter and tighter as he wishes so badly to stop himself while at the same time never wanting this to end.

He hazily acknowledges Jeongguk's hand sliding to the curve of his behind and gripping there and Jimin buries a cry in the alpha's cravat because even that feels utterly divine.

"Don't apologize," Jeongguk breathes, spurring Jimin's movements on with a guided hand. "Never apologize for this. I love it."

"Jeongguk," Jimin cries, scandalized but not enough to pull away, not when his alpha is swearing it's something he wants, maybe even something he likes, not when Jimin's hips won't even consider stopping, the pressure on his cock too good to pull away.

"Listen to what your body is telling you," Jeongguk encourages, rocking up to meet Jimin's thrusting hips, keeping Jimin secure against him with his hand still on the back of the omega's skull, the other firmly on his ass. "Follow your desires and let me help you make them realities."

Jimin's skin is prickling all over as he breathes against Jeongguk's skin in panicked bursts. "I'm sorry, my scent-"

"No," Jeongguk cuts in straight away, loosening his grip to card a hand through Jimin's hair soothingly, lovingly. "You never have to be sorry for this. This is how you should always smell when we're in private. Wet and wanting like this, desperate for it. It's exactly how you should be with your alpha."

Jimin's grip on reality is beginning to loosen, a pleasant headiness taking him over even more so at those words and he makes an indignant sound.

"You're my alpha," he breathes right into Jeongguk's scent gland and Jimin moans when the viscount's breath hitches and the body beneath him shifts, only pressing his cock firmer against Jeongguk.

"I am," Jeongguk confirms readily with a nip to Jimin's ear. "I want to be your alpha so badly. It's all I've ever wanted."

That only seems to stoke the fire in Jimin's lower half and his hips kick themselves forward again and again, faster now like he's racing toward something and it's as familiar as it is foreign, his foggy dream mind having more intimate knowledge of this feeling than his awake one but god being conscious for this is so much better than waking up to the aftermath of it.

He knows what's coming next and his hands begin to race anxiously, dragging up and down Jeongguk's back, frantically trying to find purchase, to hold onto something even as he can't seem to sit still, chasing the pleasure building within him.

"J-Jeongguk-"

"I know. I'm right here. Keep going, my love, I've got you."

"Alpha," Jimin sobs. "Oh god, wh-what are you doing to me?"

He means it as a genuine question since he's certain his dreams have never felt quite like this, this frenzied need within him making him a little insane but his words come out more like a desperate plea, every nerve-ending in his body coming to life like matches sparking along grit.

"Take your pleasure," Jeongguk says, both of his hands now on Jimin's waist, guiding his thrusts. "This is just the beginning of what I'll show you."

"Please," Jimin whispers desperately, having no idea what he's pleading for but knowing he sounds completely broken even to his own ears. And when Jeongguk holds him tightly, Jimin is grateful because he's sure at this point he's going to lose himself entirely. "Please, alpha, please please- oh-"

Heat blooms in Jimin's stomach like new spring flowers, opening themselves to the sun with beautiful new life and he gasps like he hasn't taken a proper breath in ages, riding the waves of pleasure consuming him wholly as Jeongguk murmurs things he can't quite decipher right now in his ear but the sound only heightens his bliss. His entire body trembles in Jeongguk's arms and he knows he's making soft little sounds but he can't help it, not when everything feels deliciously fuzzy around him, a happy cloud surrounding him and his alpha where they sit curled around each other on the floor of his carriage.

It takes another moment for Jimin to come to, more than willing to stay in this pleasant fog for as long as he can and only just realizing there is a hand carding sweetly through his hair.

He pulls back then, sluggishly lifting himself out from the safety of Jeongguk's scent gland and instead finding the viscount's gaze because he kind of feels like he just needs to know that this is real and not another dream.

And when he finds familiar eyes looking at him with such fondness, Jimin can't help the dopey little grin that takes over his face, dipping forward to press his forehead against Jeongguk's, closing his eyes and-

The lurch of the carriage has Jimin's eyes flying open almost immediately, his blissful

bubble bursting as the wheels crunch to a halt along the gravel.

"Jeongguk!" he all but shouts frantically as he unceremoniously falls off of Jeongguk's lap with a loud thud.

"What?!" the alpha replies just as alarmed, reeling back on his knees even as his hands seem to reach for Jimin like he's trying to keep him close.

Jimin scrambles to right himself on the bench behind him, reaching blindly back to hoist himself back into place and failing miserably twice.

"We're at your house," he hisses, gaze flicking out of the uncovered window and back, biting down worriedly on his bottom lip as fear threatens to seize his entire being that they may have been seen during their, ahem, tryst.

It takes a moment for Jeongguk to catch on, his jaw a bit slack, his hands frozen in front of him. His lips are red and a little damp from where he's been kissing Jimin all over from his face to his neck and the sight of it makes the omega's stomach swoop in both shame and excitement somehow, mixing dangerously together.

The alpha seems to come to then, whipping his head toward the window as well and then sitting up further, peering out to see his home looming over them before he makes a disgruntled sound and then glances to the ceiling of the carriage and huffs in irritation.

"Can't the carriage driver keep on driving?"

Jimin stares back at him for a long moment before his fear clears long enough to give way to mirth, the entirety of how absurd this situation is hitting him right there as he stares back at the man he's been in love with since he was small, the fact that Jeongguk isn't at all worried about their disheveled state or being caught in such a compromising position but instead only wanting to continue their activities has Jimin's heart feeling full to bursting.

And he laughs.

Bright and outright, he claps a hand over his mouth and giggles helplessly, almost doubling over when Jeongguk's lips curve upward as he watches him and then joins in too, snorting lightly before his shoulders begin to shake, rattling his head back and forth lightly as he chuckles, his smile so big it crinkles the corners of his eyes adorably.

The joy in Jimin's chest doesn't feel like it can be contained and when Jeongguk leans forward to take Jimin's cheeks in his large hands once again and tries to kiss him, they're both grinning too hard to even manage it, teeth bumping and more laughter tumbling out between them, both of them too damn happy to care.

When their glee finally calms, knowing full well they can't just stay in this carriage all night long, Jimin lets Jeongguk gently brush fingers through his hair to calm the wild strands, tucking it back enough to provide some semblance of decency, smoothing hands down Jimin's shirt and waistcoat and straightening his cravat. It's all done so sweetly, so tenderly, Jimin can't quite bring himself to stop smiling.

He knows he'll see Jeongguk again soon. He knows this isn't the end because Jeon Jeongguk loves him and Jimin won't allow this to be their only time together. Not after all they've said. All they've done.

No, Jimin knows this is it.

So when Jeongguk helps him back onto the bench with careful hands on his waist and presses a lingering kiss to Jimin's cheek, the omega blushes and steals one last touch with his fingers curling around each of Jeongguk's biceps and giving them a gentle squeeze, comforted by the knowledge that when the alpha steps out of this carriage, Jimin will see him soon.

What he's not expecting is for Jeongguk to lean back again, steady on his knees and holding Jimin's gaze for longer, clutching the omega's hands tightly in his own.

He's also not expecting the alpha's eyes to fill with something Jimin can't quite define.

And Jimin is just about to encourage him to get going, to teasingly nod his head toward the door and promise to see him tomorrow when Jeongguk brings one of his feet up to lay flat against the carriage floor, settling into a kneeling position.

And then he's dropping a kiss to the backs of Jimin's hands before his eyes sharpen a tick, holding Jimin's like he's never held anything so precious in his vision.

And when he speaks again, Jimin's not prepared in the slightest for what he says next.

"Marry me, Park Jimin."

Jimin stares.

"I- What?"

Jeongguk's smile only grows.

"Marry me. I promise tomorrow, I will do this properly and ask your brother like I'm supposed to. I'll even write a letter to your father to make sure he approves as well. But I can't go home tonight without knowing if you're going to agree or not and your answer is the only one that matters to me."

Swallowing thickly, Jimin's eyes prickle with sudden tears, watching this man, this viscount, this alpha ask to marry him, ask to make all of the dreams he's ever had come true. His throat burns with the effort not to cry but the tears trickle down his cheeks anyway and he lets Jeongguk brush them away with gentle thumbs.

"I love you," Jeongguk says tenderly. "I promise to love you and cherish you always. I promise you a life you want, a life you'll get to lead and decide what to do however you want. Let me be your partner."

He pauses, biting down gently on his bottom lip before squaring his shoulders.

"Let me be your alpha."

"Yes," Jimin murmurs readily, already feeling the giant grin growing on his face even through his tears, because this isn't something he needs to think through.

He already knows his answer.

"Oh my god, yes."

2 months later…

Jimin wakes to the sounds of birds chirping outside of his window.

He smiles but doesn't open his eyes yet, staying very still and enjoying the quiet morning, reveling in the sweetness of happiness still coursing through his being pleasantly. He goes to reach his arms above his head, extending his legs toward the foot of the bed and pointing his toes in a full body stretch, wincing at the little aches he feels in his muscles and the side of his neck.

And his backside.

It only serves to make him grin harder.

Peeking one of his eyes open, Jimin turns his head slightly and even as he knows what he'll see beside him in the oversized bed he lays in, he still finds his breath catching in his throat at the glorious sight before him.

The soft morning light seems to slip through the sheer curtains like fine liquid, spilling beautifully all along Jeon Jeongguk's rippling bare muscles where he's sprawled out on his front, his arms tucked beneath his pillow, his mouth gently slack, still sleeping deeply. The covers have pooled around his hips, leaving his entire naked back exposed and golden in the morning light.

It's a simple thing but Jimin can't help just taking in his new husband like this, so beautiful even in dreamland. His skin looks so soft even where the ridges of his strength roll along his shoulder blades and down his hips, disappearing beneath the blankets. Jimin thinks he can make out several light bruises sitting just along his waist and Jimin blushes when he realizes they're in the shape of his own fingertips from when he'd gripped onto Jeongguk for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure had rippled through him…

God.

Last night had been extraordinary.

Jimin hadn't even known something like that was possible, not only the act itself but the way it consumed him body and soul, connected him to Jeongguk not only physically but so deeply, so emotionally. Jimin has been in love with this man for so long and to get to have this with him now, to be with him like this, to know him like this, Jimin isn't sure his heart will ever be able to handle it.
And he isn't sure his body will ever be able to get enough.

He already wants to do it again. Over and over and over again.

His pulse quickens as he thinks about it, taking in Jeongguk's sleeping form, his skin prickling at the mere idea of more pleasure-filled evenings with the love of his life. Christ, the things he wants to do to Jeongguk. What he wants to try. How badly he wants to spend all of his days beneath this alpha, being ravaged until dawn every evening-

Taking a deep breath, Jimin decides his desires can wait a little while longer. He should let his alpha rest now, to gain all of his strength back since Jimin doesn't plan on them leaving this bed for the foreseeable future.

For now, the omega looks quietly around the room and realizes, not for the first time, that his new life begins now. Their wedding was hardly twenty four hours ago, after which Jeongguk had whisked Jimin off into their waiting carriage to make their way out to the Jeon summer house where the two of them would be spending their honeymoon, but even the last two months have felt like a complete fever dream so much that Jimin has sort of half been expecting to wake up at any moment.

But lord, has it been glorious. Crazy and busy and unreal and bloody glorious.

The morning after Jeongguk had proposed, he'd shown up to Park House bright and early with a large bouquet of flowers and a request to meet with Hoseok alone in the drawing room, grinning and winking at Jimin lingering anxiously in the hallway as he passed by. Hobi hadn't even been awake yet which tickled Jeongguk to no end.

Hoseok had been so shocked by Jeongguk's request, he'd actually gone back up to his room for a few minutes and then returned with, somehow even more shockingly, Kim Seokjin who'd apparently snuck in and spent the night the evening before. Jimin's eyes had gone so wide as a somehow perfectly coiffed earl had smiled winningly at him like this was all very normal, slipping into the drawing room and announcing loud enough for Jimin to hear clearly that Jeongguk only had Seokjin himself to thank for doing the work of making the viscount jealous as hell and get his ass moving to finally make a formal move on Park Jimin.

What followed was an absolutely riotous morning of laughter, tea, cakes and added celebratory brandy regardless of the hour, all of which Jimin saw wheeled in and heard from outside of the room for so long, he'd ended up storming in with his hands planted on his hips, demanding his brother give the viscount an answer on the engagement request before they all devolved into a drunken, debauched morning.

And Jeon Jeongguk, because he's wonderful, not only thought Hobi and Seokjin's situation was perfectly acceptable and actually quite sweet, he also immediately stood and took hold of Jimin's hand, murmuring an apology that hardly seemed sincere with how hard he was beaming like Jimin was the cutest thing he'd ever seen, to which prompted Hobi to shout his agreement to the engagement straight away, tacking on brightly that Park the younger was a damn catch and Jeon Jeongguk better be the best husband in the whole world because Jimin deserved nothing less.

Which Jimin hadn't even doubted, certain Jeongguk would be the absolute best future husband there ever has been… until said future husband left him to tell Taehyung about the engagement by himself.

"I just think he'll take it better from you," Jeongguk had tried to reason to which Jimin had glared him down.

"Are you afraid of your own brother?"

"No," Jeongguk said straight away, though the way he avoided Jimin's gaze said otherwise.

Which turned out to be quite silly because Taehyung not only dove onto Jimin with a happy squeal the minute he heard, but he also looked his friend dead in the eye and said, "I know why my brother wants to marry you but are you sure you want to marry him?"

Which only served to make Jimin laugh even when Tae claimed to be very serious, going down a full list of Jeongguk's perceived flaws, all of which Jimin not only knew about but is actually quite fond of.

After that, it felt an awful lot like Jimin spent the remaining eight weeks of being a Park in a blissful little cloud. He'd floated into each event on Jeongguk's arm, his diamond-encrusted engagement ring sparkling exquisitely where it sat on his left ring finger, his chest bursting with pride as his fiancé turned him about the room or twirled him on the dance floor, whispering all of his love and affection regularly as Jimin blushed and beamed and let himself be so fucking happy.

And he can't pretend that Choi Wonchul's furiously red face every time he spotted them together didn't make Jimin smile just a little bit bigger and maybe, just maybe cling to Jeongguk a little bit harder. He'd heard a few times through the grapevine that Wonchul had tried to start rumors about Jimin, claiming he'd trapped Jeongguk into this marriage or guilted him or tricked him but nothing ever seemed to stick. Jimin thinks that may have had something to do with the fact that Jeongguk is so doting, it was hard to imagine he'd been forced into this when his eyes are only ever for Jimin and Jimin only.

It helps to know now all of the thoughts and feelings Jeongguk has been secretly harboring for Jimin all of these years. The omega had absolutely grilled him the minute he could over ice cream a few days after their engagement announcement, demanding to know everything he hadn't known before. And Jeongguk had dutifully delivered, explaining he'd been sure Jimin was the omega for him since they were little, that he'd been convinced he was his soulmate even back then, but was so afraid of Jimin's disinterest in marriage and terrified if he ever told him the truth that it would ruin their friendship altogether.

Jimin had wanted to both smack some sense into him and kiss him silly with just how crazy this all sounded... even when it mirrored Jimin's own history of being in love with the Jeon viscount.

A history that said viscount made Jimin also reveal, requesting he also reveal all of his deepest darkest secrets to even things out.

They'd ended that conversation apologizing profusely to one another for never saying anything.

And then had managed to sneak out back behind the ice cream shop to steal a few kisses before Hobi noticed their absence.

Their engagement ball had been one of the most romantic nights of Jimin's life, Jeongguk constantly on his arm or by his side with a gentle hand resting lightly on his lower back, attentive without being overbearing. They'd stayed on the dance floor all night together, doing every dance Jimin had dreamed of doing on so many lonely nights at balls, spinning around together and Jimin is certain neither of them had stopped smiling the entirety of the evening.

That night also happened to be the night Jimin managed to make what he felt were amends with Kim Namjoon, ensuring there were no hard feelings between them, of which the alpha smiled brightly and promised that there weren't and he'd hoped they could still all remain friends.

Jimin did him one better by introducing him to Hwang Youngil.

Namjoon's been smitten with the omega ever since and Jimin is still so damn proud of being a matchmaker, he's been excitedly anticipating their engagement announcement ever since.

And while his and Jeongguk's engagement ball had been a delightfully large spectacle, their wedding had been a small intimate affair on purpose, deciding they'd only wanted close friends and family in attendance, only inviting Hobi, the newly minted Mins, the Kim brothers and of course Jeongguk's mother. Jimin's mother and father even came back into town for the event, all smiles and excitement only adding to the omega's joy.

And even after all of that, after two glorious months of knowing Jeon Jeongguk loves him the way Park Jimin has always loved the viscount, after all of their long conversations and time spent together revealing all of their secret feelings and talking about their beautiful future life together, Jimin has to say that hands down the absolute best moment of the entire sixty days was his wedding night.

Feeling tingly all over, Jimin holds his hands up above his face and then drags one set of fingers down the opposite arm, touching his skin like he's feeling it for the first time. It feels different today. More sensitive maybe. Or maybe he's just more aware of it now. How his body can feel. How touch can feel.

He turns his head, smiling into his pillow for a moment before glancing toward the parted curtains, reaching a hand out toward the glow of the sun filtering in to feel the warmth on his skin and that feels different too. More somehow.

Or maybe he's just different now.

The thought makes him shiver as a pleasant little zing shoots up his spine.

Movement catches his attention out of the corner of his eye and Jimin glances over toward the foot of the bed only to realize it's himself that he's seeing, the reflection of his hands lingering above his head caught in the large free standing mirror leaning against the opposite wall. Eyes lighting up, Jimin steals another glance at his sleeping husband before he carefully peels back the covers and sits up.

The room is warm but cool air still tickles his skin as he exposes his bare body but Jimin's on a mission now and he ignores it in favor of crawling down the bed, mindful not to jostle the mattress and wake his alpha. Leaning gently down on his front, Jimin props himself up on his elbows, looks himself in the eye for a moment and then tilts his head to the side.

Just the sight of his new mating mark sends a thrill straight through his system and Jimin bites down on his bottom lip to keep from grinning too hard, admiring the perfect indentation of Jeon Jeongguk's teeth that now adorns his scent gland so beautifully. It's still healing of course, light scabs already forming but even in its state, Jimin is certain it's the most incredible thing he's ever seen.

He trails his fingers along the edges of it and goosebumps race out from beneath his skin even at the slightest touch, his body already attuned to just how sensitive that area is now. Images of the night before flash through his mind, of Jeongguk's gentle hands, of the way the viscount undressed him reverently, pressing kisses to his shoulders and collarbone. How the big alpha had loomed over him, talking him through it, taking his time. How he'd caged Jimin into the sheets and called him beautiful as he thrust inside of him. How Jimin had sobbed when those teeth had sunken into his neck and righted his world in a way he could have never imagined.

How Jeongguk had curled a hand beneath Jimin's skull and brought him to the viscount's neck, begging for a bite in return.

How Jimin's soul had suddenly felt complete in that moment. How everything suddenly became so incredibly clear.

Jeongguk had told him over the last few weeks that their wedding night would be special. That the carriage ride the night of his proposal was only just the beginning and that while it would be so hard to wait for another few weeks, Jeongguk wanted to do everything right with Jimin. To show him pleasure he'd only ever dreamed about.

And he'd fucking delivered, Jimin can say that with full confidence.

The ache in his backside isn't so much painful as it is just a nice gentle reminder of what took place last night and Jimin bends his knees and kicks his crossed ankles up, watching his bare feet appear over his head in the mirror and giggling to himself. He drops his feet back down, stretches his arms out in front of him and twists his fingers together even as he faceplants into the bed, burying a giddy little squeal into the down comforter.

Fucking hell, he's so happy. He didn't even know he could be this happy. That this level of happy even existed.

So when he feels fingers circle his ankle, Jimin doesn't even startle. Instead, his presses one more grin into the sheets and then props himself up on his elbows and peers over his bare shoulder.

And whatever cheeky retort he'd had on his tongue promptly dies in his throat at the sight that greets him.

His gorgeous alpha husband has shifted onto his side, his cheek propped against his bent arm on his pillow, his hair a little wild, his pretty eyes sleep-soft. He's smiling easily as his thumb grazes along Jimin's heel.

"My love," Jeongguk murmurs tenderly, his voice gravely with remnants of sleep. "How long have you been awake?"

Jimin presses his cheek into his shoulder to hide his unbearably bright grin. "Not long."

"Mm," Jeongguk hums, eyeing Jimin from head to toe. "And tell me how exactly you ended up in this position?" His eyes drop purposefully to Jimin's ass with a smirk. "Not that I'm not enjoying the view."

Blushing brightly, Jimin chuckles and turns back toward the room, gesturing toward the mirror. "I saw that and decided I wanted to have a look."

He purposefully tilts his head to the side again, admiring his mating mark in the mirror and then turns back to his husband. "It's pretty. Don't you think?"

"Gorgeous," Jeongguk murmurs.

And then Jimin feels the mattress dip.

It's silly, even after waking up in bed with Jeongguk it still feels like Jimin's whole body goes on high alert knowing the alpha is getting closer to him, that he's going to feel him again, that he's going to touch Jimin again, maybe cover his body with his own, maybe kiss him all over.

Maybe do to him what he did last night.

The anticipation has Jimin's whole being vibrating and he watches their reflections with baited breath as Jeongguk's golden skin comes into frame. He leans in then, the tips of his wavy hair brushing the skin of Jimin's lower back just before warm lips make contact and Jimin curves into the touch, pleasure bursting in his lower belly. He feels more kisses along his spine, sweet and loving as they make their way up to the base of his skull just as the mattress sinks at his sides and between his legs as Jeongguk settles on his knees behind him, pressing hands into the comforter at Jimin's flanks.

Jimin can't tear his eyes away from the mirror as he watches his husband loom over him, his big alpha body dwarfing Jimin's omega one easily and Jimin swallows back a gasp. They look so good together like this. Jeongguk above him, making him feel small but so protected, so cared for. Knowing he's fully safe with this alpha, that he will take care of Jimin forever more.

It has the omega's insides squirming and he digs his fingers into the comforter beneath him, watching as Jeongguk makes his way to his mating bite, tilting his head just so for a moment so that Jimin can see the one he'd created last night too in the mirror, red around the edges just like Jimin's and so unbearably lovely, Jimin can't stop looking at it.

And then he's sighing euphorically as his husband noses at his mark gently, sending a shower of sparks down his spine, his neck feeling like joy itself radiates from it. Like his omega knows their alpha is here caressing the bite he gave them and he moans softly, lashes fluttering as Jeongguk gently licks at the mark, careful to keep it clean. Jeongguk's leathery scent begins to wrap itself around Jimin all over again from the touch alone, which seems impossible since Jimin has been thoroughly scented by Jeongguk at least once an hour since the moment they'd signed their marriage certificate yesterday, claiming to be making up for the lost time during their engagement when he'd technically not been allowed to do so (even if maybe they'd had a few slip-ups over the last two months).

Not that Jimin is complaining. He loves being scented by his husband.

"My mate," Jeongguk breathes between kisses, nipping at Jimin's earlobe. "My omega."

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Jimin tries to tamp down his groan even as his back arches. He's so affected by this man, so overwhelmed by just how good his touch feels, Jimin's hips move at their own accord in response.

And when Jeongguk's soft touch traces the tips of his fingers up one of Jimin's thighs and then grips one of his ass cheeks, Jimin drops his head down into his close fists, his cock almost fully hard now against the comforter.

"How are you feeling?" the viscount croons into his ear.

He seems to genuinely be asking but it still does things to Jimin.

"Fine," the omega mutters, lifting his head back up and turning to look at Jeongguk just over his shoulder. "I mean. A little tender but nothing too bad."

"No pain?"

"No pain."

"Good."

Jimin smiles as Jeongguk presses lips to his temple and then his cheek. It had been something the alpha had made sure of last night. That Jimin didn't hurt anywhere. It may feel uncomfortable for a moment, Jeongguk had explained. But it shouldn't hurt. If it does, you need to tell me right away.

And it never hurt. Jeongguk had spent so much time opening him up and praising him, Jimin's entire body had been pliant and ready by the time the alpha pushed in.

God even that memory has Jimin wriggling a little and he presses his hips into the mattress to give himself some relief as he tries to speak.

"Jeongguk- I was wondering… I mean, I was thinking…"

Chuckling warmly in his ear, Jeongguk presses his nose right to Jimin's mating bite and the omega keens. "Insatiable are we?"

Warmth races into his cheeks but it doesn't deter him, glancing back at his husband with a smirk. "Maybe. But it's kind of your fault anyway. Corrupting me like you have."

"Mm," Jeongguk agrees like he's proud of that fact, smirking against Jimin's cheek. "Please, like you weren't having filthy dreams long before I took you to bed last night."

"I didn't tell you that to torture me with whenever you want," Jimin laughs which promptly turns into a moan when Jeongguk licks a strip along his jawline. "Besides, the dreams were also your fault so I think my point stands."

"I'm happy to accept all of the blame for that. It brought us here, after all."

He reaches down then, smoothing his hand between Jimin's cheeks carefully. The omega's breath hitches and he arches his back, pressing his ass up toward the touch. Jeongguk's long fingers are so gentle, soothing over his skin and then turning, a single finger slipping into Jimin's entrance easily and making him inhale sharply. Jeongguk rotates it and slides another one in beside it and Jimin only just realizes he's still loose from the night before, still prepped and so fucking ready for more.

He also realizes just how badly he needs more inside of him than just Jeongguk's fingers.

And when Jeongguk chuckles lowly, Jimin buries his face in his hands and whimpers. He knows what his alpha is going to say next, that he's going to tease and Jimin can't bear to look him in the eye.

"Already so open and wet for me, huh?"

The shame doesn't do anything to hinder his arousal but Jimin can't bring himself to look up, simply nodding into the covers. He can feel how wet he is around Jeongguk's fingers.

"Hey," Jeongguk says lovingly. "Don't hide from me."

"It's embarrassing," Jimin mutters.

"It's not," Jeongguk says, peppering kisses along Jimin's bare skin. "It's perfectly natural. And frankly, it's always how you should be when we're like this. If you're not, I'm the one doing something wrong."

It's a conversation they've had several times since becoming engaged. The wetness, which Jeongguk has since helped define for Jimin as slick, is supposedly a positive reaction an omega has to their alpha when they are interested in being intimate. According to Jeongguk, there is also a lot more to it with things to do with pregnancy and something Jeongguk referred to as a "heat" Jimin will experience now that he's mated but the alpha hadn't wanted to overwhelm Jimin with information and promised to show him more once they were married.

And while Jimin is still getting comfortable with such personal topics about the inner-workings of his body, he can't say he's not very excited to find out about everything mating has to offer.

Especially with Jeon Jeongguk.

Yes, that's exceptionally appealing to Jimin indeed.

Shaking his head fondly, Jimin lifts his head. "You always say that."

"And I always mean it," Jeongguk swears with his lips on the nape of Jimin's neck. "I always want to make my husband feel incredible. To take care of him. To make him feel safe and happy and adored the way he should." He leans in again, ghosting breath along Jimin's mating mark. "To make him so wet, he's desperate for me to be inside of him. To fuck him like he needs."

Jimin gasps and folds back in on himself, this time with want rocketing through him, curving himself into his folded arms as his ass raises itself into the air.

And pushes right into Jeongguk's pelvis.

"Alpha," Jimin cries softly, dropping his hips immediately and gasping when Jeongguk follows, covering him flat against the bed, his big alpha cock nestling easily between Jimin's cheeks. "Oh, please, please-"

"There we are," Jeongguk chuckles low in his throat, the sound so sexy it sends Jimin spinning a little. "Love it when you're like this."

He feels hands on his waist then, big and broad, clutching him tightly as Jeongguk lifts back up-

And pulls Jimin with him.

On his hands and knees now, Jimin's face feels hotter than the sun, ashamed that he's starting to like that feeling of embarrassment, that thrill of being exposed like this with his mate. He inhales and closes his eyes when big hands caress either of his ass cheeks and then spread him open.

"Christ, you're gorgeous," Jeongguk mutters behind him. "Spread your legs for me, love."

Jimin does as he's told, his knees sliding against the sheets and his back arching, presenting himself like Jeongguk has requested and the alpha curses under his breath.

And then those hands are moving up Jimin's body, along his flanks and back down, lovingly stroking him and Jimin sinks into it, groaning lightly, so in love with the way Jeongguk touches him so reverently.

"Please," Jimin murmurs, subconsciously beginning to rock back on his knees, the heat in his body going up another few degrees as he feels the blunt hardness of Jeongguk's big cock against his entrance. "J-Jeongguk-"

There are fingers suddenly at his throat beneath his chin and Jimin opens his eyes.

He meets Jeongguk's in the mirror.

At first, he kind of wants to shy away from the image before him. Of being bare and on all fours like this, his length heavy and visible beneath him, his face flushed and wanting.

But then he sees Jeongguk above him. All lean and golden and fit as hell, his gorgeous muscled alpha body standing proud behind his omega and Jimin bites his lip, unable to look away.

"Watch," Jeongguk instructs, holding Jimin's gaze and the grip on his chin long enough for the omega to nod.

And then both of the viscount's hands are back on his waist.

And he glances down as he carefully pushes in.

And Jimin's mouth drops open in the mirror.

A moan falls from his parted lips as his alpha bottoms out, his hips flush against Jimin's ass and goosebumps burst out all along the omega's skin.

And he smiles.

Just a little, just a quirk of his lips upward because this is where he belongs. This is where he feels most complete, most absolutely himself. When he and his alpha are one, Jimin knows it in every fiber of his being that he is with his soulmate. He felt it when Jeongguk's teeth sunk into his neck last night and he feels it now.

And when he meets those lidded eyes in the mirror, he knows Jeongguk feels it too.

Jimin hadn't even known he could feel this wanted. This loved.

It makes him feel invincible. Powerful even. All the shame and uncertainty dissipates in an instant when they're like this and Jimin wants everything his mate can give him.

The shuddered breath the viscount releases makes Jimin bold, remembering all the delicious things Jeongguk had heatedly whispered to him last night and the omega bites his bottom lip before he says it, steeling himself.

"Fuck me, alpha," Jimin pleads, turning his head just enough for his husband to see his mark. "Please, fuck me."

Jeongguk's face darkens as he takes in Jimin's plea, something so fierce in his gaze it makes Jimin squirm a little.

And then the alpha does what has been requested of him.

He pulls out slowly, long enough to make Jimin whimper, before he's pressing back in again.

And Jimin meets him on the thrust.

And then they're moving as one.

The growl that rips from Jeongguk's throat is primal and sends a shower of fireworks exploding along Jimin's insides as he's pulled back onto the alpha's cock, harder this time and it feels so damn good Jimin moans outright, tossing his head back as he does so. His hands scrabble for purchase on the comforter as his back arches, reveling in just how good, how deep Jeongguk is.

"Alpha," Jimin sobs, forcing himself to open his eyes, to watch the way they move together.

And Jesus Christ do they look good. He watches himself pitch forward again and again on every one of Jeongguk's thrusts, watches as Jeongguk's broad chest forms a light sheen, his abdominals bunching and releasing every time he throws his hips forward, his eyes never leaving Jimin's in their reflection, watching his omega's every reaction as he fucks him from behind.

He leans over him then, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Jimin's shoulder before looking up from beneath he lashes, his pupils blown wide and Jimin trembles beneath him.

"You like it, don't you," Jeongguk murmurs wickedly. "Like watching yourself getting fucked by your alpha."

"Love it," Jimin groans out from already parted lips where his mouth is practically hanging open, feeling a little drunk on the pleasure as Jeongguk continues to drive into him. "Love having you inside me."

He wants to feel embarrassed by his own filthy mouth but he can't, not when he's swirling in a pleasure spiral so intense he thinks he might blackout.

"Fuck," Jeongguk growls.

And then he's wrapping an arm beneath Jimin's shoulder, curling it across his chest and using it to hoist him up to his knees. Inhaling sharply, Jimin's hands fly up to clutch at Jeongguk's forearm, turning his head to press his forehead into the alpha's cheek as Jeongguk's movements don't stop for even a moment, the move doing nothing to hinder his momentum, Jimin's body bouncing with every thrust.

"Oh my god," Jimin cries, dropping his head back onto Jeongguk's shoulder, clinging to Jeongguk for dear life because the new angle has the alpha hitting that delicious spot inside of the omega even more directly. Jeongguk's thumb flicks over one of Jimin's nipples and he almost doubles over with the rush of heat that spreads along his chest, his whole being now feeling like it's caught fire all over. "J-Jeongguk, I-"

He cuts himself off, having no idea what he was about to say anyway because his alpha's thumb and forefinger have closed around Jimin's nipple, rolling it this way and that between them and Jimin can't speak, he can't think. He'd had no idea he was so sensitive there and all he can do is moan wordlessly and let Jeongguk's sensual touches take him over.

Fingers clutch his chin and turn his face back toward his lover and Jimin does as directed, tilting his face over to find his husband's lips, whining softly into the way Jeongguk drags his tongue over Jimin's bottom lip as he fucks him.

"My omega," Jeongguk murmurs breathlessly. "My beautiful mate."

"I love you," Jimin sobs, clutching his fingers tighter around Jeongguk's arm. "I love you so fucking much, god, Jeongguk-"

"Come for me," Jeongguk all but demands, using his hold on Jimin's face to turn his gaze back toward their reflection. "Watch yourself come on my cock."

And Jimin does as he's told, eyes never wavering from the image of them before him. Of his white knuckles wrapped tightly around Jeongguk's forearm, of the red blush staining his cheeks and spreading down to his pectorals and toward his pelvis. Of his hard length standing proudly, slapping against his stomach with every one of Jeongguk's thrusts.

Of the sheen of slick dipping down his inner thighs.

He's making an absolute mess of them both and he can't help but delight in that fact, knowing his alpha loves it when he's wet, when his scent is so strong around them. He realizes his other hand is just behind him, gripping one of Jeongguk's ass cheeks to feel the way he pushes into Jimin over and over again and he gives that hand a squeeze, making his husband groan in his ear and sending another ripple of satisfaction through the omega's system.

And then Jimin's eyes meet Jeongguk's in their reflection.

Chocolate irises are hooded and focused as they stay on him, Jeongguk's lips resting just behind Jimin's ear, his wavy hair falling into his eyes sinfully and Jimin can't stop staring, can't stop the excited twisting of his stomach that this man doing these terribly wonderful things to him is his husband, his mate, his alpha and Jimin chokes out a whimper, completely overcome in ecstasy.

He watches raptly as Jeongguk's mouth moves carefully over his skin, never breaking eye contact as he makes his way to Jimin's mating mark, hovering there with hot breath for a moment.

And just as Jimin is about to beg for it, Jeongguk seals his mouth over the gland and sucks.

And Jimin finally closes his eyes, lost in bliss as his orgasm takes him fully under.

His body shudders with it, gushing slick all over Jeongguk's cock still fucking into him, his own length dripping long white ropes all over his stomach and down his thighs. He can't speak, pleasure curling round and round in his system and he knows he's crying out, knows he's being incredibly loud but there is nothing he can do about that. Not even when Jeongguk's grip on him tightens, thick arms locking him into place as Jeongguk keeps going, panting against Jimin's ear.

The length inside of him starts to feel even bigger at the base, flaring wider at his entrance and Jimin absolutely squeals at the feeling, remembering this part vividly from last night and he sinks back further into Jeongguk's hips, arching to present his ass at the perfect angle, his eyes practically crossing at how good that feels, knowing what's coming next and absolutely salivating for it.

"Alpha- please," Jimin yips as that firm roundness catches at his rim, tossing his head back and sobbing to the ceiling. "Please, god please knot me, I need it, I need you-"

"Fuck, Jimin," Jeongguk says breathlessly, redoubling his efforts. "You're perfect, my perfect omega, gonna knot you-"

"Do it," Jimin begs, gasping at the feeling of Jeongguk's knot swelling against his opening. "Do it, please, Jeongguk, Jeongguk- oh-"

And when that knot finally makes it way inside of him, Jimin almost tips right over and off of the bed with how intense his second orgasm hits, his entire being trembling violently in Jeongguk's arms, the mess between their bodies only getting worse as Jeongguk releases inside of him.

But the alpha holds him through it, clutches Jimin to his chest as his hips continue to push forward in tiny movements, his own come making Jimin feel so full and so nice he can't think of anything else, letting himself just enjoy it completely for however long it lasts.

They catch their breath for a long, quiet moment until Jimin feels a warm hand brushing his damp hair off of his forehead and he sluggishly opens his eyes again and turns his head.

Jeongguk's flushed cheeks greet him, his precious eyes a little glassy and he's grinning dazedly, gaze roving all over Jimin's face.

"You okay?" he whispers, soothing the backs of his fingers down Jimin's cheek.

Jimin can't help mirroring his husband. "Very okay," he beams, chuckling softly when Jeongguk presses a kiss to his forehead. "This is my favorite part."

Huffing a soft laugh, Jeongguk curls his arms tightly around Jimin's body, holding him snuggly. "Oh yeah? Out of all of it, your favorite part is being stuck to me for ten minutes?"

"Mhm," Jimin giggles, adjusting slightly on his knees to find a more comfortable spot before pausing thoughtfully. "Actually, my favorite part is the part leading up to this." He nuzzles his face into Jeongguk's cheek teasingly. "But this is good too."

Snorting, Jeongguk rolls his eyes fondly. "I wonder if you'll be saying later after I teach you some new things."

Jimin turns to look over at his husband gleefully. "There's more to learn?"

Grinning, Jeongguk nods. "So much more." He leans in, dropping a few lingering kisses to Jimin's waiting lips. "It's a good thing we have our whole lives together now, isn't it?"

Cheesing in return, Jimin closes his eyes. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," Jeongguk says. "More than you'll ever know."

But Jimin thinks he's got a pretty good idea.

Yeah. He thinks he's got a pretty good idea indeed.