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No! This is not happening.
Yoongi was sprawled across his bedroom floor, willing his heartbeat to slow the fuck down. He can't very well fix the problem if he dies now, would he?
Yes, this is a problem. But he's Min Yoongi, 18 years old and a senior. What does that have to do with anything? Nothing really, but in his 18 years of life, he has never, not even once, backed down from a problem.
Looking back, he finds it kind of funny how arrogant he was. How confident he was in his future that maybe this is life's way of saying "fuck you, you don't know anything."
Well, now he knows doesn't he?
He tries to recall the exact moment his life went to shit. Why? Maybe he's a masochist or maybe he's still trying to convince himself that this is really happening.
It was exactly three days ago. (3 days, 11 hours and umm 3 minutes?)
He was on his way to school, his mind busy with the projects he's planning as the Student Council president. There was the annual fair, a book drive and a small celebration for the upcoming teacher's day. It was his last year and he planned on being the best Student Council president the school has ever seen. He was ambitious like that.
Yoongi is already excited for college. He bagged an early admission to one of the most prominent universities in the country and in just a couple of months, he will be on his way to fulfilling his lifelong dream of becoming a music producer.
Now if only he'll present as an alpha sooner, his life would be even more perfect. And there's no doubt that he will. For one, he has all the qualities an alpha possesses. He's rich, or at least his parents are, smart, and of course good looking as fuck.
Everyone expected him to be an alpha. It was a such a sure thing that his best friend Namjoon started buying him shirts that says things like, "Alpha Know/ts best", which he only wears in the comfort of his bedroom.
He was passing through one of the parks near his school when he noticed a young boy looking distraught at the side of the road. Judging from his uniform, the kid's probably 8 or 9, with big doe eyes and two front teeth too large for his small face.
Yoongi approached him and crouched down, "what's wrong? Are you lost?" He asked in a soothing voice.
The kid looked up with tears in his eyes, "there's a cat up that tree and it can't seem to go down," the boy explained.
Yoongi looks up to see a tabby cat looking distressed at being stuck on the tree.
"Don't worry, let me grab him for you. Watch my bag for a few seconds okay?"
He doesn't wait for an answer but instead proceeded to put his foot at the lower branches of the tree and pull himself up to the same branch that the cat is on. He grabbed the feline and pulled it against his chest before jumping down.
The kid has stopped crying and focused his eyes on Yoongi.
This time, when their eyes met, his heart started beating really fast, sweat started to form at his brows and there's a tingling sensation running up his spine.
He sets the cat down and tried to catch his breath. Hoseok would laugh at him if he saw him now. Maybe he was out of shape and climbing a tree wore him out. But then he felt it, a sort of warmth started to pool between his legs.
What the fuck!
The realization shocked him so much he stumbled back.
"Are you okay mister?" The kid said, reaching out.
"Uh yeah, yeah, I'm okay. I-I need to go. Take care okay?" Yoongi says in a rush, already backing away from the hands reaching out to him.
He was already running away when he hears, "Thank you for saving the cat! My name is Jeon Jungkook!"
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It seems like there was a two for one special on the lets screw with Min Yoongi day. Because not only did he find out he was an omega, but that his fated pair is a child. Practically a baby. He had always liked kids, but good god, never in that way.
Yoongi takes a deep breath.
I'm an omega.
No, no he can't be. He was meant to be an alpha. Not an omega. Especially not an omega whose fated pair is a toddler. Yeah, okay, the kids older than that, but that still doesn't make this situation any better. It doesn't make him any less of an omega. Or a cradle snatcher. No! It can't be.
Okay okay let's try again.
I'm an omega.
Holy motherfucking shit, he's an omega! How many times does he have to say it to himself until it starts feeling real?
Namjoon! He needs Namjoon. He needs his level headed best friend to tell him that he's wrong.
Yoongi wants to call him but caught himself at the last minute. He can barely contain himself from hysterically laughing at his misfortune and he needs a couple more minutes to compose himself well enough to form coherent sentences.
He sends him a text instead.
You
I think I might be an omega
Joonie
Coming over in 10
Does sending his alpha bestfriend a call err a text for help further prove his omeganess (is that a word?)
Well fuck, he has always been driven by instinct. And when something is too much, call thy bestfriend. It was something Namjoon made him promise a long time ago when the other realized how stubborn Yoongi can get.
Looking around his room, he almost cries or laugh at the amount of achievements he's accumulated over the years that were greatly attributed to him being pegged as an alpha. Medals from basketball and swimming, ribbons from spelling bee to quiz bee and all the other fucking bee there is. So now what is he? An athletic omega? A smart omega? Does being an omega negate all those achievements?
In the midst of his inner dialogue, he hears a knock on his bedroom door.
"Hyung? Open up! I brought Jimin with me."
Of course he has.
"Hyung, you probably didn't want me to come, but I honestly think I need to be here," Jimin says, his melodic voice barely reaching his ears through his close doors.
Sighing, Yoongi stands up and opens the door. Namjoon still has his uniform on and Jimin must've came from dance practice judging by his sweats and long sleeves.
"You look like shit hyung," Namjoon blurts out.
"Aww thanks Namjoon-ah, that's exactly why I wanted you here. I wanted your assessment as an alpha on my physical attributes and worth as an omega," Yoongi says.
Namjoon winces, while Jimin has a wary look on his face.
"I'm kidding, c'mon, chill the fuck out. You do not get to be more freaked out about this than I am!" He says, sitting down at the edge of his bed while the two remain standing.
"Sorry hyung, I wasn't really sure how to handle this. I was prepared for scenarios like, what if you didn't get into the college that you like, or you breaking up with your future girlfriend or boyfriend, not you of all people presenting as an omega. Everyone thought – "
"Yeah well, maybe everyone's wrong." Yoongi interrupts.
Jimin sits down at the foot of the bed, his bag sliding off his shoulders, "Okay hyung, maybe you can start from the top, what exactly happened?"
Before Yoongi can even start, his bedroom door opens and deposits a very hysterical Hoseok.
"Hyuuuuuuuuung! I heard from Namjoon, are you really an omega?!"
Of course, Hoseok is here. Of course Namjoon told Hoseok.
His other best friend. His other not level headed best friend.
"That's what we're here to find out -" Jimin starts.
"Okay, okay, go! What happened?" Hoseok interrupts.
With a sigh, Yoongi retells the encounter three days ago, "because there's a cat –"
"What kind of cat?" Namjoon asks.
"Is it a cute cat?" That's Jimin.
"Is it a grumpy cat?" That's Hoseok.
"What? No! Can I just please tell my story?" He exclaims, exasperated.
The three looks down at their lap like chastised children.
"So yeah, there was a cat up the tree and I helped get it down. And then I sort of had a moment with the -"
"The child?"
"The baby?"
"The wee one?"
"Oh my fucking god, yes the kid. I looked into his huge ass eyes, and then I felt, umm, I felt, you know.."
"What?"
"Seriously? When I need you guys to interject, that's when you don't?"
His frustration with the whole situation is starting to feel a bit too much. He knows it’s not his friends fault, really it’s nobody’s fault, but he is terrified and excuse him for being a little short on patience today.
Jimin was apparently short on patience too, “did you feel aroused hyung? It’s okay you know. You’re body is designed to react to your fated pair.”
Yoongi looks up to catch the surprise on his two other friends face. Namjoon was quick to divert his eyes pretending to see something interesting on his shoes. Hoseok on the other hand is more transparent, his brows furrowed while he reaches out to grasp Yoongi’s hand.
“I’m sorry, hyung.”
Namjoon moves to grab Yoongi’s other hand, “hyung, I know that this is overwhelming for you, but just remember your promise okay? Come to me, to us, when it becomes too much. If anyone can handle the stigma of being an omega, that’s you.”
Looking at them, Yoongi can almost feel hopeful. As long as he has them, he can do this. He can handle being an omega.