#cherrycherrycherry

-their three babies are sleeping soundly in their cribs. Suddenly one of the babies wakes up and is scared of the dark, so she whimpers and cries until the other babies wake up. All of them are crying until Jungkook enters the room -Jimin finds his husband curled around his drooling, squeaking babies. One of the babies is hiding in Jungkook's shirt, one's pulling at his onesie, and the other is chewing on his fist -the babies literally stay up for three hours, giggling and mewling for milk and attention -when Jungkook picks a baby up, the other babies suddenly growl. Then Jungkook growls back and the babies squeak for mercy!

-When Jungkook's pregnant, all he can think about are his babies and food. He practically makes Jimin into a Gordon Ramsay with how much he home cooks and learns from his mistakes -When Jungkook can't sleep, Jimin kisses and rubs his swollen belly. It helps soothe the babies, and they stop kicking against his belly. When Jungkook finally sleeps, Jimin then falls asleep, head against Jungkook's stomach -Jungkook's walking down the stairs when he suddenly gets a cramp. Jimin thinks he's going into labor and immediately freaks out, already grabbing for his keys and phone. It takes about an hour of soothing to calm Jimin down and reassure him that no, Jungkook's not going into labor, he just has a little cramp

-Jikook take their twins to the zoo, Jungkook placing his babies into the stroller and "zooming" them around. One of the babies loves the owls, the other the bears -The babies love eating applesauce. In the middle of the night they're crying because they want applesauce and Jimin has to rush his ass to the grocery store because they're all out -The babies want to be held 24/7. When they don't get attention they cry until Jungkook or Jimin picks them up. When they're cuddled and kissed, the babies coo and giggle

After the try-outs, Jungkook helps pick up the floor. Taehyung (one of the other dancing leaders who was an hour late, in addition to supporting these mysterious marks on his neck) was supposed to stay behind but ended up with "important life-changing" business to attend to. "They're always leaving their garbage," Jimin comments as he glances at a spilled Gatorade bottle, sweat dripping down his forehead. "I don't want to ban drinks, but this is ridiculous." Grabbing an empty, crushed water bottle, Jungkook silently agrees. He's not sure if the water staining the floor is from a bottle or a body, but nevertheless, the janitor's going to have a fit. Jungkook freezes when a nose suddenly touches his neck, sniffing his scent. Perhaps if they were five or actually friends he'd be okay with it. However, they're neither. Feeling a tired growl begin to rumble in his chest, Jungkook turns around, forcing himself to keep eye contact with the school's favorite Alpha. "Jimin, for the last time, I'm fine!" "You smell sick," Jimin counters, eyes flicking down his collarbones to his waist. He licks his lips, staring at the bruise forming on Jungkook's leg, and all at once things make sense. "You're not licking my wounds," Jungkook flicks his tail against Jimin, hoping he snaps out of whatever daydream he's in. When they were in the middle of try-outs, Jimin had first showed off his impressive backflips and acrobatic shit before explaining the piece they'd be learning. While the other teens were focusing on the new moves to practice and perfect in hopes of making the team, Jungkook had given himself space, took a deep breath, and attempted a backflip. If Jimin can do it, Jungkook is more than capable of doing it, too. A pained whine had escaped his lips when he'd landed on his back, the embarrassing sound echoing throughout the room. Jimin was by his side in less than a second, nose poking Jungkook's throbbing skin, hysterical with worry. "Jungkook, are you okay?!" he kept asking, hands cupping Jungkook's cheeks, slapping them when Jungkook shut his eyelids. By then, everyone in the room was gathered around them, watching Jungkook groan and nod his dizzy head. "Poor baby," Taehyung had clicked his tongue, bending down to pat Jungkook's head, further worsening the pain. "Jungkookie's got himself a boo boo." Since that occurrence, Jimin kept an eye on him at all times. When Jungkook stumbled over a difficult spin, Jimin was right there to help him. If he asked to get water, Jimin would follow him out and watch him get his fill. It's just another memory, Jungkook's beginning to think. When they were younger, if Jungkook hurt himself, Jimin would make a nest consisting of blankets, towels, pillows, and clothes and cuddle with Jungkook. Sometimes he would be quite forceful as he'd lick the wound, from bruises to gashes, sniffing it to make sure there wouldn't be infection. Then afterwards they would kiss and kiss, eat cookies, then they'd bathe together in a bubbly bath- "I wasn't planning on it." From Jimin's tiny smile, Jungkook knows that he's lying. Instead of feeling irritated, Jungkook holds back from smacking him on the shoulder. "Uh huh, sure." Grabbing the last of the trash, Jungkook heads out of the studio in search of a trash can. There's one beside the vending machine, and he's quick to throw the trash away and dig in his pockets for change. There's enough to buy a bottle of Coke, and he enters the now clean studio with the bottle against his lips. He almost spits it out when he hears the sensual music playing from the speakers and Jimin swinging his hips, eyes closed, fully focused on the music. It's a song meant for Omegas, Jungkook knows for a fact, staring at Jimin's ass. Alphas don't sway their hips like that when they dance. Curiosity has him placing the bottle on the floor and approaching the gleaming mirrors. A smile plays on Jimin's lips as Jungkook stands beside him, mimicking the way he's swaying his hips. "You're probably wondering why I chose to dance to this," Jimin says, opening his eyes to glance at Jungkook. The foundation has his skin glowing, eyeshadow darkening his warm eyes. "Am I right?" "Yeah." "I wanted to challenge myself this year." Taking his place behind Jungkook, he moves his body into the correct stance, hands lingering on his waist. If he weren't the best dancer, Jungkook would've shoved his hands away. "The past two years I kept it safe. Didn't try anything too challenging, stuck to songs made for Alphas." "Now you're trying something different?" "Yep." Watching Jungkook move his hips, Jimin taps his foot to the music. "Here's your first tip of being a dancer: before learning a song, you need to fully understand it. It's best to close your eyes and listen to the singer's voice along with the background instruments, to allow your body to move how it wants so it can experience it, too." "I'm not a dancer." Sighing, Jimin takes a step back, staring at Jungkook's reflection in the mirror. "But you can be! I've seen you dance and you've got potential." Jimin makes the mistake of glancing at Jungkook's ass, then glancing away as if nothing happened. Jungkook would've attacked this if he hadn't been staring at Jimin's ass as well. But potential for what? Jungkook thinks, allowing Jimin to dance beside him, the air falling back into quietness and concentration. Perhaps he wasn't even referring to dancing after all.

After the soccer team tryouts, Jungkook's untying his shoelaces in the men's locker room, enjoying the quietness of his failure. Sweat's stained the collar of his shirt, ears stained with dirt. Even without knowing what Coach thought, he knows he's not good enough to be placed on the high school team. None of his shots entered the goal, he'd tripped over his own tail, and he'd passed the ball to the wrong player. It sucks, how a nice first day of school could end so terribly! His tardiness to first class was excused, the lunch was good (the school decided to have a freshman cookout, leaving Jungkook with a tasty burger to eat!) and all of his classes had at least one of his good friends. In addition, he'd also met this Beta named Mingyu in his math class and they'd easily hit it off. Their next class was science, and they'd walked to class together, conversing about soccer. The other wolf must've made the team for his shots were perfect. Damn soccer, the coach, and most of all, these shoes! Ripping off the last shoe and stuffing it into his bag, Jungkook places his head in his hands, wondering what he should tell his mother. Sorry that I suck at soccer and wasn't accepted onto the team? Sorry that I'm not good enough? Telling his father the news is going to be painful- The door suddenly flies open, smashing into the lockers, Yugyeom bursting into the desolate place, breathing harder than an Omega in heat. When his large eyes spot Jungkook, his frantic smile turns into a concerned frown. "Jungkook! Are you crying?!" "No!" Jungkook allows Yugyeom to slide on over and prod at his neck, his tongue lapping against a throbbing vein, something he does to calm Jungkook down. Instantly Jungkook's muscles relax as Yugyeom licks it, then kisses it gently. "I saw you on the field, Guk. You were a mess," Yugyeom mumbles against his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin. Both him and Jaebum love sticking their noses in Jungkook's neck to smell the brownies. "Don't remind me." Grabbing Jungkook's sweaty cheeks, Yugyeom smiles his I'm-up-to-no-good smile. Something about his expression reminds him of Taehyung. "Wait, wait, wait! I just thought of something. Come with me." "Where are we going?" "You'll see." And that's how Jungkook finds himself, at four o'seven adorned in his gross workout clothes and completely barefoot, in the school's dance studio. The floors are glossy, mirrors stretching over every wall. The lights above beam down onto the wolves practicing below, reflecting off earrings and rings, air smelling like cologne and cleaning chemicals. Except all of the wolves in the room are male, a fact that surprises Jungkook. The school has a male dance team? "Hey, we've got some newcomers!" a voice echoes throughout the room, the soft jazz music continuing to play in the background. A few wolves glance back at them, snorting at Jungkook's dirty state. "Alright!" a very familiar voice responds, and Jungkook's mouth pops open when Jimin, in the tightest yoga pants he's ever seen, approaches them from his place in front of the students. Deriving from his position in the room and his cool smile, he must be a leader of some sort. So what if Jungkook's never seen him dance? He can't be that good. Betas are known to be much more flexible than Alphas. But of course, every leadership position has to belong to an Alpha. When his eyes lie upon Jungkook, instead of flinching away at his disgustingness, his smile grows wider. As if he's genuinely happy that he's here, dirtying up the polished floor. As if he actually likes Yugyeom and hadn't tried to kill him on the slip n' slide so many years ago. "Jungkook, what a surprise! I didn't know that you danced!" "I didn't know, either," Jungkook whispers to Yugyeom, a tail slapping against his ass in reply. "What was that?" Jimin cocks his head, eyes like melted chocolate. He's got his hands on his hips, a friendly, inviting stance. "He said he loves to dance and couldn't wait to try out." Yugyeom's laughing as he says it, and the horror doesn't end there. "He also said that he'd love to dance with you. He's not the best yet, and he wants to know if he can do one-on-one for some extra practice." "Of course!" Jimin's ears immediately perk, tail beginning to wag as he stares at Jungkook expectantly. "Since today's tryouts, I'll place you in whatever group meets your dancing experience. If you need additional help, I'd be more than glad to help you out one-on-one. So put on some shoes and we can get started." Eyes flicking down at his bare toes with an amused grin, Jimin pats Jungkook's shoulder twice, wishing him good luck, before heading back to the front of the room. "You can thank me later," Yugyeom whispers in his ear, leaning on his shoulder, "for helping you snatch that Alpha ass. You noticed how he stared at you the whole time? I bet he was imagining what you looked like naked." An image of Jungkook sitting on Jimin's lap, both of them naked, enters Jungkook's mind, but he's quick to dispel the thought. "I don't think so." "All Alphas at this age constantly think about sex. If he wasn't thinking about you naked, he was imagining something else." At the moment, after being roped into this dance tryout and publicly humiliated, Jungkook really has the urge to grab one of the speakers lying in the corner and crush his friend.

After working at the concessions for a month, Jungkook begins to notice how popular Jimin’s become. As he’s waiting for customers or stocking the candy, Jungkook oftentimes watches the crowds, his ears flicking at the ladybugs that zoom past and nose inhaling the salty smell of pretzels. He notices how the Omegas walk a little closer when they pass an Alpha, how the outgoing Betas spray perfume on their necks and legs, giggling about something hilarious. Hormones are thick in the air, sometimes smelling as if someone has freshly presented. And this is what high school is, Jungkook’s beginning to realize. Just a bunch of kids wanting to impress each other and constantly struggling against their status. As if an Omega asking an Alpha to prom will change the hierarchy (which it won’t. When the Alpha turned her down, she’d left the game in tears, everyone except Jungkook and Jennie laughing at her retreating figure). Betas spraying perfume on their bodies to have a scent. Alphas acting as if their emotions aren’t capable of controlling their every action It’s difficult to process that in a few months, Jungkook will enter this confusing scene either as an Omega or an Alpha. “Do you like high school?” Jungkook had asked Jennie a few hours ago, when they were enjoying chocolate and strawberry ice cream dishes. Through the crazy customers, late-night clean ups and helping a lost child find her parents, they’d gotten extremely close over the past few weeks. Sometimes Jungkook finds himself staring into her eyes for longer than he should. Swallowing down the last of her ice cream, Jennie had chucked the empty dish into the trash, a hand touching her dark braid. “I like it a lot. If you have a bunch of friends, it’s always fun.” If that’s true, then Jimin must be having the time of his life. Jimin, with his tail slapping the kid next to him in his excitement, is always surrounded by a group of kids when they pass by the stand. They look close, the way they lean on each other and joke around. Their ears are pierced, their hair’s styled and their loud personalities are the cherry topping off the cake. The wolves around them have this awed look when they pass, their eyes lingering on the group well after they leave the area. They’re undoubtedly the popular kids of the grade. Perhaps if they weren’t all Alphas and everyone didn't love them for that specific reason, Jungkook would have a higher tolerance for them. Gotta wonder if Jimin smokes and has sex with them. As quoted by an easy-going Omega, “They’re all sluts.” When Jungkook asked about Jimin, she said he was a slut, too. Not as bad as the others, but still a slut. Even Jennie agrees with the rumors. However, all of the information he has on the group isn’t merely through watching. “Hi, Jungkook,” Jimin waves, approaching the front counter with a friendly smile. The white bracelets on his arm contrast against the tan on his skin, which is a surprisingly nice color on him. Tonight’s theme is “white-out,” and Jimin certainly plays the part with his white tank top and white snapback. If they were close, Jungkook would’ve told him how attractive he looks. Really, it looks odd when he’s by himself and not hanging off the elbow of another wolf. “Hello.” Ever since the cherry dream, Jungkook can’t look him straight in the eyes when he’s leaning against the counter. At any moment Jungkook’s expecting the milky, chubby babies to appear and squeal for his attention while Jimin’s pressing kisses to his swelling belly. “Nice afternoon, don’t you think?” The wind’s pressing Jimin’s tank top against his toned chest, his arm muscles flexing when he brushes off a ladybug from the cotton. “It’s alright.” Waiting for Jimin to figure out what he wants, Jungkook stares out at the field. Someone’s kicking the ball, and up it goes, until another player catches it. The crowd cheers as Jimin tells him his order. Here’s the thing- Jungkook doesn’t hate Jimin. And when Jungkook brushes off Jimin’s hints at a conversation, noticing the way his lips curve downward at the lack of interest, he feels this sting in his chest. But this is how he wanted it, didn’t he? Jimin’s a popular Alpha while Jungkook’s still that skinny, unpresented wolf that has only two good friends. It’s why, when Jimin approaches the stand all cheerful and alone, initiating conversation with Jungkook at every single damn game, it’s a complete mystery to him. Maybe it’s just to order food, but Jungkook knows that there’s gotta be something behind it. Perhaps he feels guilty over dropping Jungkook? At the moment, all he knows is that Jimin’s not going to repair their relationship with a few smiles and his rich Alpha scent. For the time being, until Jimin can snap from his Alpha pride and apologize, it’s best if they’re somewhere in the middle. Yeah, Jungkook thinks he’s still an asshole, but it takes everything in him to not imagine himself taking Jimin’s hand and leading him down to the field when it’s desolate, bringing him down against the grass and cuddling into his warm chest. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Jungkook says over the music, bringing his face close to Jimin’s. Cherries and gingerbread invade his nose, the unusual mix causing him to wrinkle his nose. “Could you please repeat it?” “Sure.” Before speaking, Jimin throws a glance behind his shoulder, as if someone’s listening to their conversation. When the coast’s clear, he continues, “I was wondering if you could meet me after the game. Do you know where the equipment shed is?” Not expecting that, Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow. Why would they need to go to the shed in the middle of the night? It sounds suspicious. “Yeah. Why do you want to go there?” “Because,” Jimin places a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, the first time in months that they’ve touched, and it sends a wave of warmth down Jungkook’s spine. “It’s the best place to see the stars.”