His heat wasn’t due for another couple of months, but his frustration was pushing him into something that felt dangerously close to it. He needed to find a hot man who could take charge of him, grab him, lift him into his arms, while all Jungkook had to do was obey and look pretty, because nothing in the world suited him better than being a pillow prince. Jungkook knew most of Jimin’s friends, even hooked up with some of them. But this was his twenty-eighth birthday party, and Jimin never celebrated anything on a small scale. He expected there to be at least fifty people there, maybe more, with the possibility of new models and celebrities coming to celebrate his friend, while Jungkook just takes a look at the fresh meat dancing in front of his eyes. One of them would be the lucky one. And he truly, truly hoped the night had a pleasant surprise waiting for him. …
