MY SECRET OMEGA || JIKOOK ✅

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Jungkook pov

"So...come here often?"

"I've literally never been here before,"

I deadpanned. "You told me to come here."

He covered his face with his hands, cackling. "Oh my God, please tell me you've got better game than this."

It was my turn to blush. "I've never done this before."

"You just used your good looks and stony silence and let them come to you, huh? Let them get caught in the mysterious Jeon Jungkook web."

From the heat of my face I knew I must be fire-engine red.

Jimin pointed at me. "I knew it, I knew it!"

"I'll just go bury myself in the sand now."

"To be honest, it's working for you. I would have totally gone for it," he said softly.

Before I had time to let that sink in, his face brightened. "I know. Push me!"

I scowled, flattening my eyebrows, even though I was trying not to smile.

"Seriously?"

"Damn right, seriously. Come on, muscles."

"When you put it like that..." I puffed my chest out. I'd show him muscles.

There was a primal need to show him how much of an alpha I was.

Putting my hands on his back shocked me.

Something about the feel of his own muscles under my hands made me think of breeding him hard, but I also thought of him as something precious, breakable, that needed protection.

Mine.

I stopped obsessing about his back.

The first push got him going, and for the next couple of minutes we enjoyed more silence, me pushing him, my body jolting with lust and affection every time I touched his back, his arms, his waist.

Jimin giggled, full of joy, even though this was objectively a stupid thing for two grown men to do for fun.

This is why I lo-like jimin so much.

His sense of freedom, of being his geeky self, and not being ashamed to enjoy the silly things in life.

"Wanna go high, Jungkook," he said.

I snorted but put a little more effort into the next push.

He kicked his feet like a kid, wriggling on the black rubber seat. "Higher! Put your back into it. Have you been slacking off at practice or something?"

"You're not exactly tiny yourself."

He grinned over his shoulder.

"Thanks. Been eating my Wheaties."

I pushed harder and he got some hang time. I stepped out of the way as he came past me with a whoosh. The chain-link swing clinked and groaned.

"Again!" Jimin yelled.

"This thing's gonna explode." I pushed as hard as I could.

It didn't explode, but, when Jimin was at his highest point in the air, the swing sticking straight out from the bar almost parallel with the ground, he launched himself out.

"Aahhh!" He yelled as he flew through the air like a cat or something, pulling his feet and arms underneath him.

tucking and rolling as he landed on all fours at the very edge of the play ground.