Full Moon (JiKook)

Chapter 12: Tiny Problem

The sun was beginning to set when Jimin wakes up from his nap, slightly groaning.

He looks down at the faintly damp spot he left on the bed. He quirks an eyebrow until he touches his face and realizes it was from his own tears. Jimin sighs.

He's overwhelmed with everything. The heat in his abdomen had lowered to the point the omega had his first time where he could actually think coherently.

Looking around he saw the fruits left beside him that looked so delicious and he was starving. He drank whatever the beta also left and then he just sat there.

His mind running wild. He questioned why he felt so... so lonely. Jimin felt empty. His emotions were all over the place and he just didn't know what to do.

The omega was so utterly confused about why in the inside he felt so different. As if his body had completely changed. He felt sad. Angry. Weak. And he just doesn't know why. Why is he a wreck? Everything was going fine. He lived with his father. Went to the beach. Had friends.

He was happy.

And now?

Three days into his new home and he's now on a bed in a small room. Naked with only some covers, pillows, and a-

His thoughts pause when he notices the black hoodie in the corner of the bed.

Slowly leaning to grab it, he lifts it up.

Who's is this?

Getting the urge to sniff it, he pulls it up to his nose. Unconsciously sighing when he breathes in cedarwood mixed with blackberries.

He looks at it with a small smile on his lips.

Both scents go so well together.

Jimin closes his eyes when he's hit with memories about the day he got bitten.

He sees a big wolf snarling at him. The omega somewhat flinches when he remembers the teeth breaking skin. Instinctively he touches his side.

Opening his eyes he furrows his brows when he sees no bite. No mark, nothing. Not even a small scratch.

He gulps as images of a tongue licking over his wounds appear in his head. The tongue that belongs to the boy with wavy jet black hair and pretty doe eyes. The one with a somewhat small upper lip and a plumpy bottom one which Jimin would love to taste and bite.

He tenses as he feels some slick about to drip out of his hole.

"What the fuck." Jimin frustratingly says as he breathes out, trying to suppress the heat that's slowly coming back to his abdomen.

Why is he even getting horny to some guy he just met? His cheeks redden when he remembers practically begging the boy to fuck him.

Jimin huffs, tears forming in his eyes.

He's always hated how when he gets angry or frustrated, his body's reaction is to cry. It's so annoying to him but he can't help it. He can't help the tears that roll down his cheeks.

Maybe if he stayed with his father, everything would have been like it used to be.

Normal.

He wouldn't be having problems with his body. He wouldn't be producing slick! He wouldn't have been bitten by a fucking wolf nor have some attraction to a certain someone that keeps popping up in his head.

He wouldn't be crying right now.

Jimin stills as he hears a door open and some chatter. He clutches to the hoodie in his hands and attempts to wipe his tears but it's in vain when more roll down his cheeks.