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Being an Omega in a group that's ruled by alphas isn't too bad.
Well, not when your name is Park Jimin and you've been raised by min Yoongi, the boss, who taught you how to kick an Alpha's ass when they act like the arrogant assholes most of them are.
Which doesn't mean Jimin can't take a compliment. He can. Being praised is nice after all and it makes him feel loved. Appreciated. Even when, most of the time, those compliments are followed by a slap on his ass.
"I won't protect you." Yoongi used to say when jimin was still a pup. Young and oblivious. "But I'm gonna make damn sure you can protect yourself."
And he did.
Jimin became a proud and independent omega in a world where his kind is expected to bow their heads submissively while being thankful to be protected by those oh so strong and amazing alphas.
Those Alphas who're always right and allowed to punish their omegas for the smallest things and in the most disgusting ways.
Jimin adores yoongi. Loves him for the pure fact that he gave him the choice to escape this life, gave him the chance to grow up with pride and self-worth.
He taught him all those things, even though he's an Alpha himself.
That's why, in Jimin's mind, Yoongi is perfect and no other alpha will ever be able to compare.
It would be nice if Yoongi looked at him the same way. If he wouldn't just see him as a child he picked up in a dirty side alley.
But he does. And even though Jimin is always thankful, it still hurts sometimes.
"Yah, Jiminie!" Hoseok, one of the Alphas who's been drinking on a table close to him, leans over.
"Your next heat should be soon, right? Are you going to rip off some Alphas again or do you wanna stay here?" He actually has the decency to lower his voice but jimin is pretty sure that it's still loud enough for most of the other alphas to hear and the way he wiggles his eyebrows doesn't help.
"You know... if you look for someone to help you through your heat, or a permanent mate or something, I'm still free."
Usually this would be the moment where Jimin sends out a warning growl but his omega friend, Taehyung, is faster today and plants a well-placed slap on the back of the alphas head.
"Forget it, bro. Jimin wants someone with class and money, mature and serious! A real man, you know." He muses and hoseok frowns.
"Mature, and serious? Why would he want that...sounds boring."
Taehyungs semi-obvious glance towards Yoongi gets ignored and hoseok rolls his eyes before he turns his back towards them and devotes himself to the burning liquor in his glass again.
"Jimin-ah." Yoongi sighs. He looks up from his plate and throws a pointed look at his foster child, fingers impatiently thrumming on the old stone table.
"I told you a million times, didn't I? You don't have to pay me back. I took you in because I wanted to help you, not to make you a fraud and a whore."
He almost hissed the last part and it made Jimin whimper, gaze lowered submissively. It's something he only does for yoongi and only when the older male is scolding him.
Being called a whore by the one he respects the most is a serious blow to his confidence but he recovers quickly and pouts quietly, "I wanna do something for the group."
The leader snorts in response.
"Then get a normal job, Kid. I'm telling you, messing with Alphas while you're in heat will get you in serious trouble someday."
But Jimin is too stubborn to listen. It's their fault for being blinded by stupid Omega pheromones and for taking him home without thinking twice. Alphas who think they can use him in his most helpless state deserve to be robbed, right?
"But Hyung..." Jimin hums while resting his cheek on the elder's shoulder, eyelashes fluttering as he sends a shy glance upwards.
He knows how to appeal to the leader, how to wrap him, or any alpha for that matter, around his finger. That's what he's best at.
"You said I did well when I made those mad dog idiots look like stupid pups and brought you their money. Didn't I do a good job back then, Hyung?"
Mad dogs is what they call the members of a rival gang. They claimed most of the territory around them and have been threatening to take over Yoongi's small group of outcasts.
Kim namjoon is their leader and, truth be told, he's quite a handsome and charismatic alpha. He's got money, a great mate and a son whose description usually involves the word perfection.
Strong. Extremely good looking. Amazing singer. Gentle nature but at the same time a vicious fighter with a smile that makes every omega faint. Clever, too.
In short, perfect Alpha. Perfect mate material.
Well, that's what the rumors say. Nobody actually saw the kid and Jimin highly doubts that such a perfect being really exists.
Namjoon rarely allows his son to go out, which is understandable considering how many smaller groups and packs he's got fights with. It wouldn't be that weird to think about kidnapping the child or doing even worse things to him.
Personally, Jimin isn't keen to find out how amazing he really is. For the most part, this guy sounds rather dangerous to him and his hard earned freedom.
But then again...nobody actually saw him without thick clothes and mask. He's probably ugly, a spoiled brat and a total asshole who nobody would ever want to fuck with.
Meanwhile, Yoongi gave up on lecturing him and instead rubbed his hand along the younger's neck.
It's something parents do to calm their children.
Jimin always liked the little gesture because it leaves Yoongi's scent on him for at least a day and makes him feel safe.
In his mind, it must be because they're compatible. Because they're made for each other, true mates!
It must be. He wants to believe it.
"I'm just worried about you, Jiminie. You're like a son to me and I wish you would just settle down with a safe job and a good Alpha who treats you well and protects you."
But then why did you raise me the way you did? Jimin feels irritated, hates to be treated like he's helpless, like he needs someone to take care of him.
He doesn't. There wouldn't be any Alpha who can handle, or keep up with him anyway.
"I'm doing just fine on my own and the only Alpha I need is you. I know you wouldn't force me, but I wanna give something back. I wanna work, and what I do is what I'm best at, so don't worry about me."
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A bar just a few streets away is Jimin's hunting ground and some heads already turn when he walks through the door.
It's not like he's a perfect Omega, not at all. He's strong willed, loud, his emotions can be a rollercoaster and he never shied away from scratching and biting every asshole that feels the need to belittle him.
No, he's not what those guys would look for, but he knows his strong points and instantly proves it when he licks his lips and runs a hand through his beautiful orange hair while he slides onto one of the chairs in front of the bar.
The air in the small room suddenly feels heavy, thick, and jimin smiles confidently as he orders his first drink.
After some hours of flirting and the realization that none of the guys meets his standards, he finally makes the catch of the evening.
Tall guy, a little buff but not too much, and really expensive clothes.
It's the type of outfit that screams, I have money!
Jimin knows the brands, knows what to look for and the deal is pretty much sealed when the man leans towards the omega, nose almost touching his skin while he breathes in the faint scent of heat. It'll still be a week until it fully hits but the effect is there nonetheless. The Alpha's widened and blood red pupils are clear proof of it.
"Come with me." He commands firmly. He acts as if the smaller male belongs to him as if he owns him.
Jimin shudders. The Omega in him wants to whimper, wants to submit to the strong alpha presence, scared to anger him. But as always he fights his instincts and, as always, he wins.
"Lead the way, alpha." Is what he purrs before both of them leave the bar.
They don't get far.
The alpha is way too eager to put his hands on the slender body in front of him and he roughly pulls Jimin into a small side alley, pushes him against the cold wall and kisses him with one hand always on his neck to make sure the Omega can't get away.
This time Jimin does whimper, but it's quiet, controlled, and he knows exactly what it's supposed to do to the other man.
"You won't take me home?" He whines and the alpha finally makes eye contact, clearly annoyed by the others demands.
"I can't take home a random dirty Omega that I picked up from the streets. My fiance would freak out and I don't need that drama. Just shut your mouth and take my knot like a good Omega."
That's not what Jimin wanted to hear and he almost growls aggressively when the guy squeezes his ass and attempts to press a possessive kiss into the crook of his neck.
So that's the kind of Alpha you are, huh? Well, shit. Don't complain afterward, asshole.
"Hey. I don't care if we do it here but you have to follow the rules. No scenting and no biting. I don't need your Alpha stench or marks on me. That means, stay away from my neck, are we clear? You can do that stuff to your fiance."
He will never bare his neck for anyone. That's the golden rule he's been following ever since he was a child.
The alpha growls, clearly not satisfied with Jimin's conditions but he nods and decides to go for a kiss on Jimin's lips instead, tongue quick to pry the younger's mouth open and hands already pulling on his black ripped jeans.
Jimin isn't complaining and makes sure to keep him busy while his own hands wander over the expensive material of the business jacket he's wearing.
Nope.
The Alpha pulls away, confused by where the omega is touching him but Jimin lets out the sweetest moans, pulls him back into one of the breathtaking kisses he's so good at while his hands slide down. Lower.
Bingo.
He smirks, the other's wallet in one hand while he pushes the confused looking alpha away with the other.
He's about to think of a good excuse when suddenly a voice echoes above them and makes both males look up.
"Jimin-ah! There's trouble at home!"
It's Taehyung who leans down from one of the balconies and Jimin was never more thankful for his best friends good timing. He hides the Alpha's money behind his back, shrugs and mumbles a quick apology before he runs and follows Taehyung.
"Thanks." He hums cheerfully after finally catching up to his friend and the other Omega sighs.
"Wish I could say that I planned this, but I wasn't lying, Jiminie. We're in trouble. There are mad dogs surrounding our home and I feel like this will end in a fucking messy fight."
He didn't lie. A horde of growling alphas blocks the way to their house and jimin gets annoyed just from looking at the smug glares they shoot him.
"There! That's him! This little bitch seduced me and took all my money!"
Oh, shit.
He can see yoongi and some of their own alphas on the windows, all of them agitated, fangs bared.
"Jimin! Tae! Both of you fucking move your asses inside!" Hoseok yells from above but when the omegas attempt to make their way through the crowd of unknown alphas, they get pushed back and the guy who jimin faintly remembers as a real bad kisser, yells in rage.
"You're not going anywhere, bitch! You can either give me my money or the sex I deserve, but you won't get away for free!"
Jimin takes a shaking breath and backs off, pulls taehyung with him until one of the guys grabs his arm and forces him to stop but it doesn't take long for Taehyung to react.
The taller omega bares his teeth and hisses, "You better let go of my friend. Right. Now."
And Jimin is so fucking close to jumping the guy who got his hands on him, so close to ripping his damn throat open.
But then, suddenly, the crowd splits and reveals the man who must be their leader, kim Namjoon. By his side is a just slightly smaller guy, but his face is mostly covered by the hoodie he's wearing and a black facemask.
Is this his son?
There's not enough time to think about it because the man who got a hold of jimin pulls the Omega in front of the leader and dumps him there as if he's a goddamn trash bag.
"Leader-nim! He made me look like an idiot. He needs to pay!"
By now Yoongi and the others came down as well but nobody dared to move with jimin and tae being at the mercy of the enemy.
"Do you have anything to say?"
The question comes from Namjoon and is directed at Jimin who quietly replies, "I told him I don't wanna sleep with him anymore. I changed my mind but he wouldn't stop. So, I took the money and escaped."
The elder thinks for a while, eyes resting on the stubborn omega.
"Whatever the reason may be, stealing is still wrong, you know?" He then states and jimin bites his lips while he tries to swallow the protest on his tongue.
Meanwhile Namjoon continues, "I think we can handle the situation peacefully as long as you're ready to admit you were wrong."
And then there are hands on him, forcing him to the ground.
Jimin can hear yoongi's dangerous growl even through the noise of all those cheering alphas. It's the only reason why he keeps his composure. Yoongi wouldn't allow them to hurt him.
"Show respect to us and we will forget about it." Namjoon says, but Jimin isn't moving. He just lies there, nose touching the dirty ground and body stiff.
"You won't do it?"
He would've responded but, from one second to the other, everything seemed to spiral out of control.
At first Taehyung jumps to his side, tries to free him from everyone's grasp but the hoodie guy also dashed forward and pushed Tae to the ground.
Then there was Yoongi who punched someone and everyone else followed until it was a mess of fists, knives, and screams.
The guy who's probably namjoon's son is still holding Tae down, teeth dangerously bared, but jimin isn't having it. He pulls the guy from his friend, punches him while rolling through the dirt until the boy is on top of him and their eyes meet.
In the end, it's Yoongi who throws the punch that frees jimin and makes the younger alpha topple over.
"Jimin, run!" He then screams and the omega instantly gets up and stumbles over his own feet to follow his leader's command.
He runs through the smallest streets, jumps over fences until his lungs burn and his legs give up, just to notice that the boy with the mask is still following him.
And god, he's fucking fast and agile.
Nobody was ever able to keep up with Jimin but this guy somehow follows him with ease. Then he jumps and Jimin can only watch how the boy charges towards him and once again throws the exhausted omega to the ground, buried him beneath his larger frame as if he just hunted down his next meal.
Both of them are panting, gasping for air, until the stranger whispers, "Show me your neck, omega." and Jimin snarls a breathless, "Fuck you." in response.
He didn't expect the boy to lean down, though, and he whimpers, eyes big in shock when he feels the other's nose rubbing against his cheek and hears the authority, the alpha, in his voice.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Didn't your parents teach you how omegas are supposed to act? Didn't they show you how to submit?" He asks, more curious than offended, and Jimin hisses, "The only thing my parents showed me is how to throw away your child when you realize it's not the Alpha you expected."
It seems to have an impact on the boy, or maybe he's just thinking about how to humiliate him even more.
Whatever it is, he leans down again, noses against Jimin's ear and his alpha voice is even stronger this time.
"This will help you. Bare your neck for me, Omega."
Jimin whimpers, "No, please...no scenting." but his instincts, the fucking alpha voice, are forcing him to submit. It's not only his voice but also the way he smells that makes it impossible for Jimin to fight back.
It becomes even stronger when he really does bare his neck and the boy rubs his nose and cheek against Jimin's cold skin. Makes sure to leave as much of his scent on the shaking Omega as possible, mask scratching over his skin.
Jimin should hate the smell, should feel like throwing up from the disgusting act that was literally forced on him.
But... why does it smell so nice? Like strawberries, grass and bubblegum.
It's crazy, but it's actually calming him and his body relaxes under the touch, mind going numb upon hearing the whispered, "It'll be fine, just stay still. Don't be scared. Follow my orders, omega."
"A-Alpha..." He groans and wants to slap himself for being so stupid, but he can't help it. "Please, Alpha... I need..."
Jimin barely notices how some of the others caught up to them and the weight on him disappears when the alpha rises to welcome the other men.
It would be the perfect opportunity for him to get away but he can't move, feels like he's under narcotics.
"He's mine!" The Alpha who jimin stole from growls and the masked boy isn't complaining. He simply steps to the side and watches how the man bows down, nose close to Jimin's neck and this time the omega does feel like choking. The smell of possessive alpha, cigarettes, and blood, hits him like a truck and draws another helpless noise from his throat while the alphas eyebrows rise and he backs away with a disgusted look on his face.
"What the fuck?" He growls towards the masked boy. "He was mine."
And the younger tilts his head, a weirdly cute thing for an Alpha to do before he states the obvious.
"You wanted him to submit and he did. Nobody said that you're the one who needs to make him do it."
He really must be the Leader's son, otherwise, those alphas would've definitely punched him. Instead, they just glared until the boy said, "Go and report to my father that this problem is solved."
A few minutes later they're gone and jimin slowly recovers from the stress, the fear and the overwhelming effect of being forced into submission.
This is horrible. He never thought he would ever be in this situation and it's so much worse than he imagined.
He feels so weak and embarrassed, angry at literally everyone, including himself. It's so bad that he starts crying, arms shaking as he pushes himself up into a sitting position.
"Why are you overreacting? Omegas are supposed to feel good when we scent them." The younger alpha is still here, still watches him, and jimin growls between sobs.
"Don't give me that fucking alpha logic! Just because it feels good for a moment doesn't mean it's okay to force yourself on me!"
He whimpers and cries even more when he once again breathes in the sweet smell of strawberries, something he usually loves so much, but right now it's just making him more anxious.
"Do you know how many omegas get raped by assholes like you?! We can't even say no when you use your fucking alpha voice, it's not fair!"
He chokes on his sobs, his tears, and flinches away when the alpha slowly moves closer and mumbles, "I wasn't going to rape you, though." And jimin huffs in response.
"How am I supposed to know that? You forced me to do whatever the fuck you want."
The young and clearly confused alpha is now close enough to touch him, hand already lifted when he suddenly pauses, unsure what to do.
After giving it some serious thought he decides that the other's hair should be okay to touch and proceeds to awkwardly pat the omegas head.
Jimin sniffs, eyes wet and glistening when he looks up and asks a confused, "What are you doing...?" which made the taller boy stop as if he wasn't sure about that himself.
"Uhm...the omegas at home do this when I cry." He then finally admits, just to lean closer, making jimin flinch in panic.
"And sometimes they do this."
A high pitched squeak escaped jimin's mouth but it didn't stop the alpha from pulling him into a suffocating hug, which felt surprisingly nice but scared Jimin nonetheless.
"Let go." He says, and his calm voice alone should be warning enough but the strange boy didn't budge at all.
That's enough.
Jimin snaps at him, teeth barely missing the other's nose, forcing him to let go, and the Omega growls a last, "Don't follow me." before he turns around and runs.
Jimin isn't sure whether he should be happy or scared to death when he sees yoongi in front of their home, arms crossed and clearly waiting for him.
The Alpha looks pissed and Jimin doesn't dare to say a word when he stands before him, head lowered and teeth digging into his lips.
"Park Jimin." The elder suddenly rumbles. He puts a finger under the younger's chin, forces him to lift his head and leans in to analyze the foreign scent on his beloved son.
It reminds Jimin of what happened and the shame, the embarrassment are instantly back, painting his cheeks in a flushed pink.
Pure disgust shows on the Alpha's face when he steps back and Jimin briefly wonders what he smells like to him.
He heard before that Alphas and Omegas have a different sense of smell, especially when it comes to the scents of other alphas. It makes sense, they're usually rivals after all. But somehow Jimin still thought that such a nice scent must appeal to everyone.
He probably forgot for a second that it's used to mark someone's territory. This guy marked him as his.
He blushes even more, gaze dropping to the ground to hide it. He doesn't want his favorite alpha to see him like this, weak and tainted, but Yoongi just snorts.
"See? That's what happens when you play with fire. Every guy you played around with could've done this to you. You've been really lucky until now, Jimin."
He pauses, eyes softening when he sees the wetness on Jimin's cheek and he gently rubs his hand over the other Alphas scent, tries to cover it up at least a little.
"Did he do something else to you? Did he hurt you?" He asks, a lot calmer now and Jimin sniffles while shaking his head.
"No...he used his Alpha voice to make me submit and it scared me but he didn't physically harm me. He was just a normal stupid Alpha."
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It takes only one day for Jimin to return to his favorite bar and he's ready to take on every Alpha who crosses his way.
As always he sits down, heads are turning towards him and he orders the usual drink.
It's fine. Nothing changed. He's still strong.
Just as he attempts to take the first sip, a voice catches his attention.
"What do you mean you have no money? Are you serious?!"
It's the bar lady who yells at a tall, black haired boy.
Judging from his face, big eyes and baggy clothes, Jimin guesses that he's probably a few years younger than himself and he almost giggled when he noticed the utterly confused look on his face.
"I-I didn't know it would be so expensive..." he hears him mumble and something inside Jimin is moved by his helpless cuteness. He's just a pup, isn't he?
Jimin hates to admit it since it's a typical omega trait, but he always liked pups, liked cute things in general, and before he knew it he stood up and walked towards the boy and the woman.
"Excuse me. Can I pay for him?"
The female turns and sighs, but her features soften. Jimin has been coming here for years and she knows he's reliable.
"Sure." And with a side glance to the boy she mumbles, "You better thank him properly." before she leaves.
The young boy nervously bites his lips, shyly avoids eye contact when he turns to his savior and mumbles, "Thanks."
Jimin smiles.
"Don't worry about it. But you shouldn't order stuff if you don't have the money to pay for it, you know?"
The boy pouts, "I know that..." and Jimin can't help but giggle.
"What's your name?"
"Jeon jungkook..."
"Age?"
"21."
Well, that's older than jimin had expected but it explains his nice physique. He's still a pup, though.
"Great, I'm your hyung then! I'm 23."
At this the boy scrunches his nose and for the first time he looks at Jimin, allows their eyes to meet and Jimin subconsciously holds his breath.
Those big and beautiful sparkling eyes seem weirdly familiar to him.
"You're not my Hyung."
Jimins jaw literally drops, caught off guard by the seriousness in his voice.
He's joking, right?
"I'm older, that makes me your Hyung." He explains as if it wasn't obvious and Jungkook has the audacity to actually look offended.
"But I'm alpha and you're an Omega. Age doesn't matter, I'm above you."
Wow. Just wow.
Jimin has to really bite down hard to hold back the waterfall of curses on his tongue.
But wait... what did he say?
Jimin leans closer, tries to track the younger's scent and really, there's a very faint hint of Alpha in it, barely noticeable and with no special fragrance to it.
"Why is it so weak?" He asks, and there it is again.
The shyness returns to jungkook's face and he averts his eyes, gaze dropping to the ground instead.
"... I took scent blocker. My parents are pretty strict and I don't want them to track me down whenever I go out."
It's kind of hard for Jimin to feel bad for the pup after he insulted him so naturally but he decides to be a proper adult and suck it up.
"They're probably just worried about you and I can see why. I mean... you ordered a hot chocolate without being able to pay. You should be happy to have them and go home before you get in trouble."
And with that he puts the money for Jungkook's bill on the desk, turns around and leaves.
He doesn't notice how the young alpha's eyes follow him, head tilted slightly in such a cute and curious way. Nose twitching as he breathes in Jimin's leaving scent.