Jiminie was beautiful.
So achingly beautiful that it hurt to be around him, or even to have him belong. He was the prettiest thing on campus and everyone wanted a piece of him. He was the pretty boy that made men question their sexuality and what women wanted to be.
He was perfection.
His full lips and round ass were like a callsign for everyone who saw him. The fact that he had full mounds on his chest was not to be left either, given how he looked so damn fucking good. Jiminie's name was always heard in the bathrooms as people masturbated, and got themselves off. Sometimes even when they were alone, women and men alike would talk about fucking Jiminie. Of how he would be able to take cocks in his mouth and all his hoes.
They would talk of how it was so easy for him to get singing gigs because he was pretty and all the CEOs he worked with fucked him without even listening to his music. Honestly, Jiminie made perfect music. He was good at what he did. He had the talent and he was the best for a reason, Jiminie was a challenge to the people who had matured in music. He also knew how to dance, another thing that got so many people envious of him.
'There has to be a flaw in him,' many people thought, but Jiminie was just Jiminie. Just the prettiest human omega in the school. He was everything and everyone that wanted a piece of him was right to do so because Jiminie was a prude dressed like a slut. His dresses are always conflicted with his state of mind. Always conflicted with the way he talked and how he carried himself around.
For someone with such a hot body, Jiminie was the worst fucking prude on the face of the earth. He was too innocent. Way too simple that it hurt to look at him. Well, maybe that's why many people tried to hate him for what he did genuinely. Tried to make him the bad guy when everyone who dh interacted with Jiminie always had the same conclusion.
The boy was an angel.
A really warm-hearted angel with the body of a sinner. A boy that called sinners to their knees and a boy that everyone would pay billions just to stare at. And that grace was Koo's; his boyfriend who was known as the beast. A boy who had the manliest body in school. Koo was honestly what many considered an apology by the gods for the behavior of men, while Jiminie was the angel sent to make sure everything was alright.
At face level, they were the perfect couple and it was sickening.
However, deep down, people wanted to either be Jiminie or Koo. Perhaps that was why it was so easy for them to hate on Jiminie still. He had the perfect boyfriend and yet at the same time, he was the envy of people himself. This couple was torturing people on the outside and yet when the doors closed, it was a battle between Koo's animalistic desires and Koo's love for Jiminie.
On most days – quite literally every single fucking day – Koo was always a good person. But on other days, he hated the position he was in. He had the prude mate there and yet he never got to state him like he wanted to. And it was frustrating.
"Fuck," Koo groaned as he came for the fourth time in his hands, while Jiminie lay quietly beside him, unaware of what his boyfriend was doing. Oh, but Jiminie's innocence infuriated Koo to the core. He only wanted to get laid but he couldn't even do that because he was a wolf and his mate was the human who had no idea what and how he was affecting the alpha in his bed.
"I should stop," Koo mumbled as he kept scrolling on Twitter. He could see the cruel comments calling Jiminie a whore and a slut and white a part of Koo hated them for it, the photos attached of Jiminie made him think with his dick. They were right. His omega would sound so slutty and hot under him. He was slutty and it was a calling for Jiminie. Some comments accused Jiminie of flirting with men, but Koo knew better.
His mate was a fucking prude.
Too prudent that he didn't even know how to flirt well.
In any other life, Koo would have considered Jiminie's body as a waste of space seeing as he was just there, unaware of what he was doing to everyone. The deepfakes that had Jiminie sucking on the CEO's cocks for new songs was where Koo's control snapped and he stroked his dick harshly. He needed to get off and fast.
Granted, he had come over himself for the fourth time, he could still go another round. So, he jerked off, till his cock went limp from so much pressure and pain. He was in pain but he wanted Jiminie. He hated how innocent his mate was and he wanted to fuck him, hard. But he couldn't. He couldn't do that to his Jiminie. He loved Jiminie so fucking much and that was not something he could afford to put the human through. That would break Jiminie, and he too was a good person.
He was an understanding mate, right?
'He would look so good getting gang-banged.'
'Imagine those lips around three cocks at the same time and whining about three more in his cunt.'
'…while getting rimmed by two more'
'He would make the perfect pet. Oh, the things I would do to have those plump lips on my cock.'
'I wonder who his boyfriend is.'
'Imagine if he was Jungkook's boyfriend.'
'That would be too much for Jiminie. He doesn't look like he can take that huge girth.'
'How do you know what Jungkook's loaded?'
'Haven't you guys seen his pants? My favorite days are when he wears greys. He should wear them more often.'
'You type as if he is reading this.'
'I really hope he is, and I hope he knows we are shipping a hike with Jiminie.'
'A good cunt and a good dick. I would pay to watch just that.'
The comments were a lot, and while some of them wished Jiminie was Jungkook's, some wished that they could see Jiminie get fucked. It wasn't even that bad for them because they were wishes. At school, of course, no one knew that Jiminie was in love with Koo. Their relationship status was not open to the public, and they all could just think of shit to amuse each other with. It was disappointing to some extent, but that was all they could do either way, right?
'Fuck,' Koo cried out softly, careful not to wake Jiminie up. He could see the way his mate was sprawled on the bed, and he hated that there wasn't much he could do now. So defeatedly, Koo returned his phone to the bedside table, cleaned himself up, and then tucked himself into bed right beside Jiminie. He was hungry for more. He was always hungry for more with Jiminie.
His mind couldn't stop thinking of what he had just read.
And so, to satiate his hunger, Koo unbuttoned Jiminie's pajama shirt. He knew this was not exactly wrong, but at the same time, he knew that Jiminie would probably feel uncomfortable if he woke up to it. But then it was either this or Koo would fuck Jiminie roughly in the night without a care in the world. He was a desperate man, and he had to do something, anything.
He had to try and make himself feel better. The buttons were a little hard to undo, so Koo ripped the top off, waking Jiminie up.
"Koo?" Jiminie asked groggily.