But the moment he rounds the corner and comes face to face with the other person, all his breath is knocked right out of his chest. Not even a triple-take would be enough for Jk to process what he is really seeing. /Who/ he is really seeing.
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Few things to note –
I am out of control so this is going to be a long ride.
❄️4 updates spread out across 4 days
🔞 Gets smuttier as you proceed
💜Enjoy and please interact, hope you stick until the end!
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Jk startles in his sleep and wakes up with a jolt. The first thing he feels is his muscles crying out in exhaustion, the aching injuries are a close second.
When his eyes adjust to the sunlight piercing through the window, /wait, a window?/, Jk’s brain catches up fast +
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+his alpha in tow. Jk clearly remembers collapsing under a canopy of pine trees before he could seek out the comfort of the property they were concealing. He was positive that the place was abandoned and that it would be safe for him to take shelter.
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Panic grips his chest at the thought of being captured by his enemies but his alpha seems unordinarily calm.
Jk finds out why as soon as his senses begin to work and he catches a whiff of a supple scent of ripe peaches and whipped cream +
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+ that’s definitely not emanating from the pine forest.
His alpha has always been a sucker for sweet-smelling omegas and /this/ one in particular is sweet enough to rouse a hibernating wolf from its sleep.
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He didn’t spot him earlier because the omega is doing a fantastic job at camouflaging himself and becoming one with the surroundings. Jk is lying wrapped on white silk sheets, on a bed with a white canopy and white drapes, besides that, the room is empty save for+
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+ a white closet and, you guessed it, white walls.
And the omega sits still, his blond mop of hair and big, curious eyes the only parts of his face visible from behind the easel.
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There’s a /huge/ easel that faces away from the bed and the omega must be /tiny/ considering he is completely hidden from Jk’s view.
Needless to say, Jk is thoroughly confused.
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Jk remains motionless and silent for a few moments. The omega has seen him waking up and has made eye contact, so by normal human courtesy, he should break the silence, right?
Because much to Jk’s bafflement, the omega continues studying him, occasionally breaking eye contact +
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+only to look down at his easel. Jk loses his patience when he comes to the startling realization that the omega is probably painting /him/ hiding behind that easel.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Jk scrambles out of bed and marches toward the omega to demand some answers.
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It’s Park Ji!min, in the flesh. /The/ PJm from the Mirian lores. The Pjm, who is only believed to be alive in mythical folk tales of the empire of Mira. The banished, bastard omega son of the Emperor of Mira, Park Sung-Woon.
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PJm is the kind of myth that is so overused in Mira, that even children have stopped believing in it anymore. No one can tell the truth apart from the fables. Some say he is cursed. Some say he is crazy. Some say he is destined to cause the King’s death.
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But all those tales have one thing in common – an undeniable fact that is spoken with unbidden reverence as if under a spell – PJm’s beauty.
And as Jk stands in front of him, bearing witness to the manifestation of the subject of decades of lores, he wholeheartedly agrees.
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The blonde's beauty is otherworldly. His honey-brown eyes look iridescent under the sunlight with flecks of grey and green in them. His cheeks are tinted a healthy pink and his skin glows as if made of starlight. His lips, /gods/ his lips, are plush, supple, and so, so inviting.
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Jk feels like he is in a trance. His world has just shifted on its axis. His wolf is howling in glee and wagging its tail on having found such a /perfect/ omega, but Jm stays frozen.
Not really, because he continues with his painting uncaring of a whole-ass alpha gawking at him.
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“Did you not hear me?”
The omega looks at him impassively, as if he couldn’t be bothered to respond. A moment later, Jm lifts two fingers and beckons the alpha to him. That’s some arrogance for a banished prince, but his alpha is so busy preening over being acknowledged that +
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+ he goes without resistance.
To Jk’s extreme shock and pleasant surprise, the omega touches him. Jm brings his hand to Jk’s face, cupping it with the palm and four fingers while his thumb slots itself at the corner of his lips. Jk struggles to maintain his balance when Jm +
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+ slides his thumb across his lips, tracing their shape with eyes closed.
After weeks of camping leading up to the raid, Jk’s touch-starved body heats up on autopilot. His alpha is salivating at the prospect of returning the favor and brushing those luscious lips.
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But before he can make a move, Jm removes his hand, gives him a determined nod, and gets back to painting.
Jk steals a peek and indeed, Jm is painting the alpha. It’s a close-up of his sleeping face and is extremely detailed, down to his little mole.
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From the looks of it, Jm must have been already at it for hours and the alpha is bewildered.
First of all, the omega seems conceited and arrogant, almost /shamelessly/ so.
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Second, he doesn’t seem to grasp the concept of consent, what with painting him without permission, and touching him as he pleases. Belatedly, Jk realizes that they haven’t even formally exchanged names yet.
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“I’m Jung!kook,” the alpha offers, thickening his scent to attract the omega’s interest. He has absolutely no reservations about using dirty tricks. His chest puffs out when Jm’s grip over his paintbrush loosens and he stills.
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The omega gets up from his stool and stands toe-to-toe with Jk.
Jk’s mind turns to mush at the height difference. The omega is /so/ dainty and dressed in whites, he looks like an angel.
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Banished so far away from the kingdom, Jk’s brain supplies an assumption that Jm’s probably as pure as an angel too. His cock starts chubbing up at the mere thought.
So when Jm cutely sniffles, his button nose crinkling and closing the distance between Jm’s face and Jk’s neck, +
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+ the alpha loses all control. His eyes roll back as Jm lightly sniffs him near his scent gland and shamelessly lets out a moan.
Jk unceremoniously grips the omega by his waist and is surprised to find Jm diving back in to scent him.
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A few /minutes/ of scenting has the alpha panting, moaning, and at the brink of delirium. He is floating in a cloud of peaches and cream, Jm’s little moans and whimpers like music to his ears.
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Jm has gone from aggressively scenting to furiously humping his thigh. Jk’s cock is painfully erect in his trousers, neglected by the omega’s untrained, inexperienced, and erratic thrusts. The smell of slick, even sweeter than Jm’s normal scent, fills the room.
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It’s when Jm’s moans start sounding like whines that Jk regains his composure. He yanks Jm away from his body and searches his face. “What’s going on?”
Jm looks confused and terrified. To Jk’s trained gaze, the confusion seems to be stemming from Jm’s own reaction to his scent.
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The omega doesn’t look ashamed, just confused. And that, in turn, confuses the hell out of Jk. No sane person would do /anything/ that Jm has been doing.
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He has not once made conversation with Jk, not once felt expressed apprehension for having a stranger in his house, and has /jumped/ said stranger at the first hint of alpha pheromones.
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Jk tries putting the pieces together and starts questioning if the tales questioning Jm’s sanity were true after all. “Jimin?” he whispers with trepidation and the blond visibly flinches hearing his own name.
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Jm retreats and his back collides with the stool and the entire painting set-up goes crashing down.
The crash sends a bunch of paintings floating around and despite a hurricane of thoughts in his head, he can’t stop himself from snatching a few pieces of paper.
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At first, they seem like random art displaying everyday things. But the longer Jk stares, the more sense it starts making. There’s a white horse in several paintings drawn with delicate strokes, always surrounded by purple hues. The affection is apparent.
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There are foxes drawn in a few with rough edges, a hue of bright red surrounding them. There’s food and books and children and even a painting of art itself with shades of pink and purple hues surrounding the main object.
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Jk gasps when the pattern clicks. The lack of conversation and human mannerisms seem to make sense when he puts it all in context. Being locked away and alone for over two decades has robbed Jm of his ability to speak, earning him a master skill in return.
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If Jk is reading the omega right, Jm expresses himself through his paintings. The realization makes his alpha roar in pride and his heart picks up speed. Suddenly, he doesn’t mind being painted without consent. Because to Jm, colors are emotions.
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Red for aversion.
Pink for appreciation.
Purple for affection.
And Jm’s latest masterpiece is adorned with the most vibrant shade of purple Jk has ever seen.
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I hope you are liking it so far! Part two tomorrow! Until then, I would love love love to hear from you :)
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Jk discovers very quickly that Jm is not the sweet, little ball of innocence that he expected him to be. He also discovers that the omega is nothing like anything or anybody he has ever seen.
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Years of isolation may have made the omega alien to society. But for Jk, the lack of filter in Jm’s expressions, the sheer transparency of his intentions, and the absence of etiquettes in his actions are filling a hole in his heart that his ostentatious world left gaping.
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