Terrible Things

Chapter 15 - Then

***SMUT WARNING***DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU***

"Hello Maui!" Jimin yells, stepping off the plane. People pass him by, giving him sideways glances as he continues to stand there, blocking the way. Jimin pays them no mind, instead turning to me with a grin on his lips. "It's pretty, right Yoongi?"

Looking at him, you wouldn't even think that he just got off a twelve hour flight or that it's late at night. He looks energized, his face bright as he gazes up at the night sky. His clothes, jeans and a shirt instead of the suit we wore to our wedding, are only a little crumpled, his hair somehow still looking amazing even though it's messy from when he was sleeping.

I'm certain that I don't look as good as he does. I can already feel my hair sticking up from where I laid against Jimin's shoulder on the flight. My clothes feel gross, like I've been wearing them for days. I'm tired and my body is confused as to what time it is due to the jet lag, but I find Jimin's enthusiasm endearing anyway.

I chuckle at his excitement, hitching my camera bag higher on my shoulder. It's night time, we haven't even stepped out of the airport and, last time I checked, grumpy travellers were not the ideal definition of 'pretty'. "Not as pretty as you, Mr. Min," I say. Jimin blushes a bright red, quickly turning away from me and stalking down the hallway.

We got married yesterday, yet Jimin still blushes and gets flustered when I call him by his new last name or bring up the fact that we are now, in fact, husbands. He thinks I'm a bully for teasing him, but I think he's too cute when he gets flustered for me to not tease him. I can't resist.

I catch up to him, falling into step beside him and slipping my arm around his waist. "I'm sorry for teasing, Jiminie." I press my lips to his cheek. "You're just too adorable when you get embarrassed." He stays quiet, a pout on his mouth. I attack the die of his face, pressing kisses to every inch of available skin. "Forgive me," I whine, still pecking away.

"Alright, alright," he laughs, pushing me off. "You're such a kid."

"If I'm a kid, then what does that say about you?" I raise a brow. "You married me after all."

"Yeah, yeah."

"You even took me out of the country," I state. "Should I tell the police I've been kidnapped?"

"I'm sure they'll believe that I - a young Omega, kidnapped you - an Alpha," Jimin giggles. "Really they'd probably just laugh at you." He leans closer, whispering in my ear. "Guess you're stuck with me and whatever my plans are."

The smell of strawberries tickles my nose, my heart rate picking up, my palms getting clammy. I lower my voice, "Jimin are- are you-"

"In heat," Jimin says quietly, answering my question before I finish getting it out. "I shouldn't be. It shouldn't be for a few more days, but I feel weird. My skin feels tight, my clothes too constricting." I see a few Alpha's look our way, their eyes hooded as they look over Jimin. I step closer, letting my pheromones smother him in an attempt to cover his scent. "Yoongi," Jimin grits out. "I know you're trying to help but the- the scent of you is driving me crazy."

I try to ignore the way his words affect me, the way my shorts suddenly feel too tight. Taking a deep breath, I try to stay calm - which grows more difficult by the second when Jimin's intoxicating smell is all around me. I grit my teeth, fighting my instincts that tell me to take him, to claim him the way his scent is begging me to. I grab his hand, his skin burning up against me. "It's going to get a lot worse. Try to fight it as much as you can. I'm going to get us to the villa as fast as I can, okay?"

"Oh-," he pants, swallowing audibly. "Okay, Yoonie."

I move us through the airport quickly, Jimin doing well to keep up with me despite how hard I know it has to be for him. Heat's were always difficult for us, as we spent them apart so as to avoid any "accidents". I had always camped out at Namjoon and Jin's, leaving the apartment before Jimin's smell could pick up. We were supposed to be prepared for this one, to be settled in for our honeymoon before the symptoms even started showing but now everything was quickly spiraling out of control. I thought I knew what I was getting into.