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Chapter 13: The Heat

Jimin

"J-Jeong-hoon!" I moan, gripping the sheets as tears stream down my face.

I bury my face in the mattress as my arms start to shake. Jeong-hoon's bruising grip doesn't let up as he keeps my ass and hips suspended, fucking into me ruthlessly while I begin to see stars. Panting, I turn my face so that it's my cheek pressed up against the bed and I make eye contact with the full length mirror, watching us.

The alpha's raven hair is pulled up into a ponytail, stray strands sticking to his face due to the sheer amount of sweat decorating his body. I watch in a daze as the veins in his arms make themselves apparent and his muscles flex and unflex with each thrust. He's beyond hot. What we're doing is beyond hot and although I'm happy to not be spending this heat alone, I kinda feel unfulfilled despite literally being filled right now.

"Who's your alpha?" Jeong-hoon rasps, breaking me out of my daze.

It takes me a while to process the question before he thrusts harder, eliciting his name as a response. I end up coming, surprising myself because my head was elsewhere rather than on the current act.

"Y-You're my alpha."

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I lie, sore, as I rest my palm over my womb, remembering my time with Jin and his great news. A large part of me wishes Jeong-hoon hadn't used a condom. Our relationship is still more rooted in the physical aspect, but I just want to get pregnant before it's too late.

"Nope. No more Old Man Minnie talk. You are not old. Nobody thinks you're old. I don't think you're old. You aren't milk, waiting to sour. You're a human being with passion, drive, and amazing qualities. Everyone around you is left happier. There is no expiration date on you. You're diamond, the toughest stuff on Earth."

Jungkook's words resurface and I blush, hand moving from my womb to my heart. It's pounding and I don't know why. It's just that no one really says things that nice to me, especially an alpha.

Shaking it off, I pick up my phone to see a few messages from Ki-moon. Interested, I open them and read them aloud to myself quietly.

"Hey, Jimin, I hope you're having an okay heat. Kook said you aren't alone at least. I've never spent a heat like that. Jungkook usually just gets me his little 'care packages' and I stay home for the duration while he lets me watch movies and bakes me double chocolate chip cookies. At first, I was scared of spending time with an alpha during my heat, but JK is really caring and nothing gets weird. Maybe later or at least when I'm older, you can give me the talk? Anyway, here's some pictures. Call me when you're free?"

I laugh at the selfies he sent of him and Jungkook, the alpha passed out on his shoulder with his mouth hanging open. He also sent some of him setting the table, getting him pizza, and doing a lot of cute, homely activities. It looks domestic and calm. I want that.

Jeong-hoon is going through his usual post-sex ritual of a long smoke and a phone call in private, so I decide to make my own call, phoning my favorite leader.

"Jimin? You called. I didn't think you'd be free for a while."

"Of course I called you. Us Parks stick together."

He giggles at that. "What are you up to?"

I look at my appearance and how I'm wearing nothing except one of Jeong-hoon's shirts. "Uh, I'm just chilling in bed. Feeling a little lonely. What about you?"

"Lonely? You shouldn't feel lonely while in someone else's presence."

"Oh, it's not that. I'm just by myself. You get needy too, right?"