His Alpha Surgeon| JIKOOK |

Jungkook Hyung needs me

Days passed, blending seamlessly into weeks and months, and Jimin found himself gradually healing. Jungkook, ever attentive, had not only hired a driver for Jimin but also bought him a car. Jimin, still uncertain behind the wheel, found solace in Jungkook's protective presence. Despite his own commitments, Jungkook often drove Jimin to college, his protective instincts guiding him. When Jungkook's schedule was overwhelming, the driver, a silent guardian, ensured Jimin's routine remained uninterrupted. Jungkook's mother frequently texted, eager to visit, but Jungkook gently deferred her, citing their busy and tiring lives.

Their routine became a comforting rhythm. Each morning, Jungkook rose early, despite his exhaustion, to make breakfast for Jimin. The aroma of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee filled the apartment, a comforting ritual that started their day with love. On days when Jungkook was too tired, he ensured fresh meals were prepared and delivered, never wanting Jimin to feel neglected.

Jimin cherished these gestures more than words could express. Every cup of coffee sent to his college, every thoughtfully prepared meal, was a testament to Jungkook's unwavering support and affection. These small, consistent acts of care made Jimin feel deeply cherished and valued.

One morning, Jimin woke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the windows. He stretched, a sense of calm washing over him. As he made his way to the kitchen, he found Jungkook, still in his black silk pajamas, flipping pancakes with practiced ease.

"Morning, hyung," Jimin greeted, his voice still thick with sleep.

Jungkook turned, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Morning, Jimin. Sleep well?"

Jimin nodded, taking a seat at the counter. "Yeah, thanks to you. You didn't have to get up so early, you know. We could have asked Ahjumma to make something for us. You came home really late yesterday."

Jungkook chuckled, placing a plate of pancakes in front of Jimin. "I wanted to. Besides, it's a good way to start the day."

As they ate, their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on everything from Jimin's upcoming exams to Jungkook's latest surgical triumphs. Through these shared moments, their connection deepened, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

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Their interactions grew more intimate, more domestic. They began stealing glances at each other across the room, their eyes speaking volumes. Jungkook would often find his gaze lingering on Jimin, captivated by the way he immersed himself in his studies or how his eyes lit up when he talked about something he was passionate about.

Jimin, too, found himself increasingly drawn to Jungkook. He admired the way Jungkook handled his demanding job with such grace and dedication. There were moments when Jungkook's touch, light and fleeting, would send shivers down his spine—a gentle hand on his shoulder, a brief brush of their fingers—each touch was electric, charged with unspoken emotion. Jungkook was falling for Jimin again.

The days continued to pass in this rhythm of quiet intimacy. They began to scent each other more frequently, the act becoming a comforting ritual. It was in these moments that Jimin felt the most connected to Jungkook, his omega instincts soothed by the presence and scent of his alpha.

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Another crisp morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through his window, Jimin prepared for a thesis presentation that would significantly impact his internal grades. He tried the mirror method where he took the presentation to his own reflection. But nothing worked. Something was missing. A surge of nervousness washed over him, his heart racing. Standing in front of the mirror, he adjusted his clothes, his hands trembling ever so slightly. Jungkook, sensing his anxiety, approached him with a look of concern.