Jungkook felt intoxicated.

The scent hit him like a drug, clogging all his senses, and making his eyes roll in the back of his head.

He fixed his tie, shoving two hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall. He watched the dark-haired guy skid around on his skateboard, the tires making screeching sounds.

Jimin's scent was sweet like cherry. It made Jungkook want to breathe him in until Jimin and him were taking the same breaths.

He wasn't Jimin's alpha. In fact, he was not connected to anyone currently. During rut, he just fucked whoever was willing, got it out of his system, moved on. But every time—without fail—Jimin's scent haunted him. Sweet cherries dripping down his throat even when he was buried inside someone else.

And Jungkook was sick of it.

So, he decided to do something about that.

Jungkook, after cancelling all his meetings for today, stood across from Jimin. After days of collecting information, he knew Jimin came in this secluded ground every evening. To skate. Blow some steam off.

Jungkook crossed his arms, the light breeze around him making his blonde hair fall over his eyes. His biceps bulged against his suit jacket, his eyes growing hooded.

He watched Jimin glide through the space as if he were made for it. His black, curly hair was long, almost covering the nape of his neck. A dark blue ripped sweater hung on his shoulders, a pair of dark jeans hugging his muscular thighs.

At first glance, Jimin wouldn't come off as an omega to anyone.

A smile curled up on Jungkook's lips. Jimin had fooled him, too. Despite being with more omegas than he could count, Jungkook only came to realize Jimin was one after his scent hit him during his heat.

Even now, Jungkook could barely keep himself upright as the cherry's sweet smell assaulted his senses. It was unfair, he thought. Unfair that one man could unravel him like this without even sparing him a glance.

Jungkook didn't even notice his fists clenching until his nails dug crescents into his palms. Jimin skated closer, smooth and effortless, the long curls of his black hair brushing the nape of his neck. His sweater slid down one shoulder, exposing pale skin Jungkook wanted to sink his teeth into.

He had to stop himself from stepping forward.

Not yet. Don't scare him off.

The board screeched against the pavement as Jimin slowed to a stop. He bent down, picked it up, and finally—finally—his eyes flicked up and landed on Jungkook.

Dark. Sharp. Curious.

"You've been standing there for a while," Jimin said, voice casual but edged with suspicion.

Jungkook's mouth curved into a smirk. "Waiting for you."

Jimin blinked, the smallest crease forming between his brows. "Do I know you?"

"Not yet," Jungkook replied, pushing himself off the wall. He closed the space between them slowly, deliberately, until he could almost taste the cherry-sweetness in the air. "But I know you."

Jimin tensed. His instincts were sharp—omega instincts always were—and Jungkook could see the subtle flare of his nostrils as he caught his scent.

"You're an Alpha," Jimin murmured.

Jungkook tilted his head, a grin tugging at his lips. "Smart. So are you going to keep pretending that scent isn't dripping all over the place?"

Jimin's breath hitched, cheeks flushing pink. "I don't—"

"Don't lie to me." Jungkook stepped closer, chest nearly brushing Jimin's. "I've fucked plenty of omegas, but none of them made me feel like this. Your scent's been haunting me. Driving me fucking insane."

Jimin's skateboard slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the concrete. As if on cue, Jimin leaned into the alpha, his scent almost pleading him to take his body into. Jungkook seized the chance, caging him against the low fence of the skatepark.

"You should stay away from me," Jimin whispered, convincing himself or Jungkook, he didn't know. Though his body betrayed him—hips pressing forward, scent spiking sweeter.

"Can't," Jungkook breathed, lowering his head until his lips hovered by Jimin's ear. "You're already under my skin."

Jimin shivered. His lashes fluttered shut as Jungkook's nose grazed the slope of his neck, inhaling deep. The omega's knees wobbled, a tiny whimper escaping before he could bite it back.

That sound wrecked Jungkook's control.

His hands slid down, gripping Jimin's thighs before hoisting him up with ease. Jimin gasped, arms locking around his shoulders as Jungkook carried him toward the darker corner of the park. Jungkook pressed him against the cold metal fence, the contrast making Jimin squirm.

"You smell like you want me to ruin you," Jungkook rasped, grinding his hips forward so Jimin could feel how hard he already was. "Tell me I'm wrong."

Jimin's eyes burned into his, glassy and desperate. Black pupils dilating to swallow all color. "You're not."

That was all Jungkook needed. His mouth crashed onto Jimin's, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. The kiss was messy, primal—an Alpha claiming what he'd been craving for far too long.

Jimin moaned into it, his omega instincts taking over, legs tightening around Jungkook's waist. Jungkook groaned at the feel, rut instincts flooding him, growling against Jimin's lips.

"Fuck, Jimin." Jungkook groaned, biting down on Jimin's lower lip.

Jimin, through hooded eyes, ran a finger up Jungkook's bicep, slowly moving up to tangle his fingers in the alpha's blonde hair. He tugged, hard enough to pull Jungkook closer.

The alpha quirked a brow. "Aren't you pretty demanding?"

Jimin beamed. "Not all omegas are needy and desperate," he whispered, pulling on the alpha's light locks. "Some of us like to tease. Play around. Makes it fun."

Jungkook hummed, barely listening to Jimin, too focused on his sweet scent. His nose brushed the omega's collarbone as he pressed gentle kisses over his throat.

Surprisingly, Jungkook didn't want to ravish Jimin already. Scratch that―he wanted to do it more than ever, but he felt distracted. Something about Jimin's warm eyes and playful smile made him pull away. Enough so his lips hovered right over the omega's, but not enough to kiss him.

"Why do you come here every day?" Jungkook murmured, his hands tracing every inch of the omega's body.

"To skate."

"Why?" Jungkook's eyes met Jimin's. "Why skating?"

"I've always wished I could fly," Jimin said, playing with the alpha's hair. "That skateboard"―he pointed toward his forgotten skateboard―"it gives me that. I can glide through, and if I'm fast enough downhill, it's almost like flying."

Jungkook hummed, pressing his lips to Jimin's forehead almost absently. "I have a private jet―I can take you anywhere you want. We can fly. Together."

Jimin laughed, then shook his head. "I'm not poor. My family is rich as heck." He sighed. "It's just... It's the aerophobia. I hate planes―they give me anxiety."

"One day," Jungkook said. "One day we'll fly on a plane together. I'll hold your hand if you get scared. I promise."

Jimin chuckled. "Why would you do that for me?"

That made Jungkook halt. Why did he want to do so much for someone he was meeting for the first time?

"I don't know." Jungkook shrugged. "I just want to."

Jimin tilted his head, studying him with those dark, sharp eyes. There was a flicker there—curiosity, interest, something that made Jungkook's chest tighten.

"You don't even know me."

"I know enough," Jungkook replied, voice low, certain. "Your scent tells me everything I need."

And then, he kissed him again.

This time slower, deeper, tongue sliding against Jimin's until the omega whimpered and melted against him. Jungkook swallowed that sound greedily, angling his head to taste more. His hands roamed, gripping Jimin's thighs, squeezing his ass, dragging their hips together until Jimin was panting into his mouth.

"Fuck," Jimin gasped, breaking the kiss, forehead pressed to Jungkook's. "You're—you're too much."

Jungkook smirked, grinding up harder. "You can take it. You want to take it?"

The omega shivered, his scent spiking, flooding Jungkook's lungs until he was dizzy with it. He nipped at Jimin's throat, careful not to break skin, then licked over the spot as Jimin arched his neck in offering.

"Tell me to stop," Jungkook rasped. His rut instincts screamed at him to sink in, to claim, but his chest ached with the need for Jimin's consent. "Tell me now, and I'll walk away."

Jimin's breath hitched. His thighs clenched tighter around Jungkook's waist, pupils blown wide. "Don't you dare stop."

That was all Jungkook needed.

He spun them, pressing Jimin against the fence, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. The other slid down, teasing over Jimin's stomach, the waistband of his jeans. Jimin trembled, lips parting in anticipation.

"You smell so fucking sweet," Jungkook growled, mouthing at Jimin's jaw, down to the column of his throat. "Bet you're dripping for me already."

Jimin whimpered, hips jerking forward as if begging to be touched. "Jungkook― please."

"Please what?" Jungkook smirked against his skin. He popped the button of Jimin's pants open with one hand, dragging the zipper down slow. "Say it."

Jimin's eyes fluttered shut, chest heaving. "Please... fuck me."

Jungkook's control shattered.

He shoved Jimin's pants down, enough to free him, then wrapped his fingers around his growing hardness.

"Fuck," Jungkook groaned against him, voice wrecked. "Gonna ruin myself on you."

Jimin's knees buckled, a broken cry spilling from his lips as Jungkook moved his hand faster. Jimin's head swirled, his hips bucking into the alpha's hand. When he felt he was right on the edge, waiting to be tipped over, Jungkook halted.

Jimin whined, lips parted to protest, but instead a loud moan escaped his throat.

Jungkook drove into him in one hard thrust. The fence pressed against Jimin's toned stomach, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"T-Too big."

Jungkook pressed his forehead against the nape of Jimin's neck. "It's okay, baby. You can take it. I know you can. Just relax, and let me in."

The omega nodded, relaxing his body. Jungkook slowly pulled all the way out before going back in again. Jimin muttered a curse under his breath, and Jungkook sneaked a hand to his front and around his neck.

"Just like that, baby." Jungkook groaned, fingers flexing around the omega's throat. "You're taking me so well, hm? Relax and let me make you feel good."

Jimin nodded, back arching, his thighs trembling with the force of each thrust. Jungkook reached his other hand down Jimin's waist, slowly pumping him.

"Fuck," Jimin grunted, throwing his head back. Within moments, he was coming all over his stomach. Jungkook put his hand on the omega's hip, ramming into him, chasing his own release. He followed Jimin after a few thrusts, then halted.

Jungkook stilled, buried to the hilt, his chest heaving against Jimin's back. His cock twitched inside the omega's tight heat, pulsing as his knot began to swell.

Jimin gasped, body tensing. "J-Jungkook—"

"Shh," Jungkook rasped, kissing the side of his throat. "Don't fight it. Just take me. You were made to take me."

The knot stretched him, locking them together, and Jimin cried out, clawing at the metal fence as his body fluttered helplessly around him. The alpha groaned at the sensation, every instinct in him lighting up at the thought of being stuck inside Jimin. Filling him up. Keeping him.

"You feel that?" Jungkook's voice was hoarse, wrecked, his lips brushing Jimin's ear. "Means you're mine now. No one else is ever gonna have you like this."

Jimin whined, part of him wanting to argue, but his body betrayed him—hips pushing back, desperate for every inch, for the knot locking tighter. His slick dripped down his thighs, the scent of cherries cloying, intoxicating.

"Fuck," Jungkook growled, rolling his hips shallowly, grinding the knot deeper. "You're milking me so good. Bet you'll squeeze every last drop out of me."

Jimin's body jolted with overstimulation, trembling as he came again, untouched this time, his release smearing the cold metal of the fence. "Jungkook— I can't."

"Yes, you can," the alpha purred, hand tightening on Jimin's throat just enough to keep him grounded. His other hand spread over Jimin's stomach, possessive, protective. "You'll take everything I give you."

The words, the tone—Jimin's omega instincts bowed to it, his body shuddering around Jungkook's knot as if begging to be bred, claimed.

Jungkook groaned, finally spilling inside him, hot and endless, filling him until Jimin could feel it drip down his thighs despite the knot locking them tight. The alpha collapsed forward, chest pressed to Jimin's slick back, panting into his neck.

For a long moment, only their ragged breaths filled the air.

Then Jungkook's lips softened, pressing reverent kisses against Jimin's damp skin. His hand on Jimin's throat slid up, threading through his hair, soothing the strands damp with sweat. "Good," he whispered. "You took me so well. So perfect for me, baby."

Jimin's lashes fluttered, body still trembling, caught between exhaustion and bliss. His scent spiked—sated cherries, sugar-sweet and warm. Jungkook inhaled deeply, imprinting it into his lungs like oxygen.

They stayed like that, knotted, stuck together. Jungkook nuzzled into Jimin's neck, humming low to soothe him, while Jimin relaxed in his arms despite himself.

"You ruined me," Jimin murmured.

Jungkook smiled against his skin, his heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with rut. "Good. Because you ruined me first."

"To the airplane next time?"

Jungkook nodded, kissing the omega's forehead. He felt Jimin smile, and it made his lips tug up into a grin.

"Wherever you want, baby."

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Author's Note: hiya everyone! thank you for clicking on, and reading Connected! this was my very first (and probably the last) attempt at writing an omegaverse fanfic, so i'm very curious about your thoughts!!

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Estella