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Jimin's POV:
I stare in absolute horror at the despicable and sad excuse for "cupcakes" on the counter in front of me.
I think it's blasphemy to even call them that.
There they sit - sad little flat disks inside pink cupcake cases.
The damn things didn't even rise!
How, HOW is it possible for someone to be this bad at baking!?
I groan in annoyance and disappointment at myself. Some sad excuse for an omega I am! I can't even bake, or cook! Thank God I can at least clean and do other household tasks, else I really would be completely useless!
My culinary "talents" are limited to - and below average tasting, I might add: boiling pasta and adding shop bought sauce, making toast, boiling eggs, instant noodles, oven cooking frozen foods (sometimes leading to burnt, inedible food though) and microwave meals.
Yes. I'm that bad.
I rip the oven glove I have on, off my hand and toss it onto the counter, officially giving up on baking.
After over 70 attempts of trying to make cupcakes in my life - I have indeed kept count of this absurd number - you'd think that I would have at least improved a little bit, but nope.
I'm a lost cause.
I really am useless.
I sigh, forlorn while looking down at my round belly.
"I'm sorry you're stuck with me as a Mummy little one, god help us both. I will keep trying, don't you worry. There's got to be something that I'm good at cooking..." I smile sadly, patting my belly, apologising to my unborn pup, as I seat myself down at the kitchen island, thinking through what else I can attempt to cook - and hopefully not set my apartment on fire in the process.
I've done it before, and I'm sure I'll do it again.
Perhaps I'm being too harsh on myself. Dependent on what I'm cooking, the worst that usually happens is that I burn the food, or I manage to mess it up and have it end up tasting disgusting. Which is bad enough really. Especially when you're pregnant. I swear food smells 100x worse when it goes wrong or burns.
Flipping through the cookbook in front of me, I try to find the simplest looking recipes to try out. I have about 2 more months to practice cooking and baking, before my pup will be born, then I'll have barely any time to practice anymore. I'm determined to improve, no matter how hopeless I am. For the sake of my pup, I have to. I need to be able to cook her meals everyday when she's grown up.
I jump in fright - giving myself a paper cut from the page I was turning, when I hear a loud thud
come from the hallway outside my apartment.
What the hell was that!?
I wince in pain at the cut on my, thankfully not bleeding finger, thinking to myself I will need to put a plaster on it later - and stand up, walking to the front door to investigate the noise, my senses heightened due to my pregnancy and my constant need and instinct to protect my pup.
I have to get up on my tippy toes in order to peep through the tiny and very blurry peephole of my door.
I'm unable to hold in my gasp of shock when I see a tall, dark-haired man, clearly an alpha telling by the scent emitting from him, that I can smell faintly from behind my door.
Oh geez look at those muscles.
Okay, yes. Definitely an alpha.
Just from the faint smell of him, my omega preens at the delicious aroma. He smells incredible. And he's a strong alpha too, if I can smell him this strongly through the door. Being pregnant has heightened my sense of smell though so that could be another factor.
I frown when I see that he looks visibly distressed, whilst he kneels down and fumbles about to pick up - what looks like, clothes and other personal belongings from the floor.
My omega instincts take over, telling me that I must help the alpha who is in trouble, it is my duty as an omega to help him, the same way an alpha must help an omega if they're distressed, or in trouble. It's a strong instinctually urge that you can't ignore. If you're a decent person, anyway.
So before I know it, I'm unlocking my door and rushing as fast as I can in my condition, to the alphas side.
Now that I'm in the hallway, I can hear the man grumbling and growling under his breath in annoyance, as he juggles a suitcase in one hand and picks his belongings up and places them into another open, black suitcase with the other.
Some of his possessions appear to have broken from the fall that they took.
Being in front of the alpha, his scent hits me full force and holy shit he smells good. He smells like freshly baked cinnamon rolls - my favourite thing in the world and to smell this scent on him is like inhaling pure heaven.
I finally make it over to the agitated alpha, stopping in front of him.
"Alpha? Are you okay? Can I help at all?"
Upon hearing my voice, the alpha looks up at me, looking both shocked and... an emotion I can't work out.
My heart speeds up in my chest. I don't think I've ever seen someone so attractive and so... manly. His hair is black and curly, some of it falling into his eyes and onto his face. His eyes look doe-like, innocent and friendly. He has petal pink lips that when parted, show bunny like teeth.
It's sexy and cute at the same time.
He's dressed all in black, his arms exposed due to the vest he's wearing, showing off the tattoos covering them all the way down to the tips of his fingers.
This man is all muscle and I can't even stop my filthy thoughts as I look the alpha up and down.
He looks so innocent, yet so sinfully sexy at the same time.
Wow.
That settles it, I want to jump this man right here, right now. I won't of course (boring, I know) but my hormonal body is desperate for an alpha knot.
God, I've been so horny and desperate for MONTHS, there's only so much relief and pleasure that my short, little fingers can give me.
I need an alpha.
I lick my dry lips, knowing that I need to tone down my omega hormones, before I create a puddle of slick on the floor below me, right in front of this drop dead, gorgeous alpha that I don't even know the name of yet.
I didn't know my hormones had gotten this bad, but I can't even blame myself, this alpha is by far the sexiest man I've ever seen!
Damn. Get a hold of yourself Jimin.
As expected, because it's what everyone always looks at first, it's not like you can miss it - the alpha's gaze drops down to my large tummy, then to my unmarked neck, before quickly looking back at my face, as if he thinks I wouldn't notice.
I did notice.
He recovers quickly and chuckles light-heartedly, gesturing to his suitcase and belongings on the floor. "I must've not zipped my suitcase properly, so as I got to the top of the stairs gravity decided to fuck me over. Everything fell out and as if things couldn't get any worse, some things even broke too." The man sighs, annoyed and looking fed up, all humour now gone.
I feel guilty just standing in front of him and not helping, so I kneel down, with much difficulty due to my belly being in the way - earning a worried look from the alpha, who's automatically by my side and trying to support me as I try to kneel on the floor.
My heart blossoms at his kindness and concern for me.
"Hey it's okay! Don't worry about me. Thank you for wanting to help me, but I can manage. You should be chilling out, being pampered by your alpha, not kneeling on the floor to help some strange alpha."
I choose to ignore the comment about "my alpha" and focus on the other part of his sentence, instead.
"No, it's fine! Honestly, I want to help!" I argue sincerely. The stranger looks like he's about to say something, but he stays quiet nonetheless, only giving a nod and a breathtaking smile.
Probably knowing it's not worth trying to argue with a hormonal, pregnant omega.
Wise.
Taking his silence as permission to help him, I begin to help pick up the clothes strewn across the floor. I feel his eyes on me as I do, but don't dare to look up and meet the intense eyes of the stranger.
Except that plan doesn't last long at all, when curiosity gets the better of me and I keep finding myself looking up and meeting eyes with the intimidating, gorgeous man.
After a few moments he breaks the comfortable silence.
"I feel bad... but thank you for your help. Please be careful. There was a small mirror in here that I think has broken…” he pauses for a moment, before continuing. ”…so it looks like you're my new neighbour, huh?" The alpha questions, smiling kindly at me.
"Yep-" I gesture to my apartment, right next to where me and the alpha are kneeling. "202. I live just there." I smile back sweetly.
"Holy shit! We really are neighbours! I'm 204!"
My jaw drops comically.
You're telling me this sex God is gonna be living NEXT DOOR TO ME!?
Oh dear god, I don't think my hormones are going to cope with this.
I wince in pain when I touch something sharp, obviously not looking at what I was touching, when I should've been, but of course, I was far too busy being transfixed with the alpha in front of me.
That is obviously the priority here.
I look down, my reflexes making me instantly drop what I see now to be a shattered fragment of a mirror. The very one he clearly mentioned to me to be careful of, not even 30 seconds ago.
"Shit!" I cry out in pain, but before I can cradle my injured hand, the alpha is dropping what was in his own hands and takes my hand gently, surveying my wound. The sight of the blood dribbling from the cut making me feel woozy and nauseous. I can't stand blood, the sight of it has even made me faint a few times.
"What are-" I begin to ask, but I'm cut off by a gruff voice.
"Shh, let me help you." Unknowing of what he's implying, though maybe very naively trusting the stranger, I nod my head.
To say that I have a heart attack when he takes my finger and pops it into his mouth... would be putting it lightly.
My eyes widen comically, disbelieving. He's healing me! Only mates do this and it's something intimate that is certainly not normal for a complete stranger to be doing to another stranger. I'm freaking out and the alpha must notice!
His mouth feels warm and wet around my finger, his tongue lapping at my wound, my finger tingling as it heals.
I have to look away at the sight of my finger in his mouth, I think seeing anymore blood today may just lead me to faint or throw up.
This must be a dream. This isn't really happening right now. A complete stranger has most definitely NOT got your finger in his mouth right now and he's definitely NOT healing you - again something only MATED wolves do! This is completely normal, yep.
Normal.
No, it's not normal at all! The worst thing is I don't even dislike that this is happening and that the stranger is doing this and is so close to me right now. It somehow feels right actually, having the alpha so close.
Alas, it's over in seconds and my finger is back out of the elusive man's mouth, almost as quickly as it went in there.
The alpha observes my now healed finger, sighing in relief, almost as if he was worried about me. Surely not though, right? I'm sure he just did it, so that I don't get any blood on his belongings.
That's the only sensible and believable explanation.
"I'm so sorry you got hurt. I'll take things from here omega, I don't want you getting hurt again. I really appreciate your help though, thank you." He flashes me a sincere smile, letting go of my arm as he gets back to work, picking up the last couple of t-shirts from the floor, and the sharp broken pieces of mirror, with a t-shirt so he doesn't cut himself, unlike stupid old me who just used my bare hands.
I'm about to open my mouth to say something in retaliation, when a fear inducing, familiar deep voice thunders down the hallway.
"Omega!"
My whole body freezes.
No. No no no no no no!
The alpha must sense my fear as he frowns worriedly, instinctively putting himself in front of me protectively, as we both make to stand up together.
He watches the other alpha as he approaches. The stranger having to help me stand up with his hands around my waist and pulling me up.
I cringe at the increased look of anger on the approaching alpha's face, at the close contact
between me and the stranger.
All too soon he's stood right in front of us, a face of raging fury.
I was seriously hoping that I'd never have to see him again, that I'd be able to just avoid him.
I was foolish for hoping for that.
"Who the fuck is this alpha, omega!?" He demands, eyeing the tattooed alpha beside me like he's a cockroach that should be stamped on immediately, rather than a person.
I stutter, stumbling for words.
What do I say?
"I-I-he-"
"Woah! What is your problem? He was just helping me. What's the big deal?" The stranger cuts in, his voice also raised.
"My problem-" My arm is suddenly grabbed, Namjoon’s hand squeezing my arm so tightly that tears spike at my eyes from the pain.
"Please, Namjoon let go, you're hurting me!" I beg him to stop, but it falls on death ears.
As it always does.
"-is that this whore of an omega can't even keep his fucking legs closed while I'm away." He spits making me wince both in pain and at the way he speaks about me.
The hell is he talking about?
"Get the fuck off of him." I look up at the tattooed alpha in disbelief.
He’s defending me?
"The fuck you just say to me?" Namjoon's tone is threatening and a warning.
"Are you fucking deaf!? I said get the FUCK off of him!" The stranger grabs Namjoon by the collar of his shirt and punches him in the face. The sound of his fist impacting on Namjoon's face, richocheting off the walls.
My arm is finally released and I whimper both in relief and pain, as I'm freed.
The tattooed alpha looks practically feral with anger, as he shoves Namjoon away, making him stumble backwards and fall hard onto his ass.
"I suggest you get lost before I really lose my temper and I break every bone in your pathetic little body." The stranger growls, eyes glowing red.
I blink up at the dark haired stranger, shocked.
Why is he protecting me like this? He just met me... Why does he care? That's not to say that I'm not grateful though. I'm more grateful than words can explain.
If he hadn't have been here... Well, it wouldn't have been good. It would been much worse than this.
Namjoon swears under his breath, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, as he picks himself up and dusts his clothes off, giving me a warning glare.
"Whatever. I'll be back, omega. You can be sure of that." I shiver, knowing that he'll keep that promise. I'm not safe. Not while he knows where I live. But it's not like I can afford to move right now. I'm living off my savings and they're running out. And with a pup on the way, my money isn't going to last long once they're born.
I'm so fucking screwed...
"No. If I see you come near this omega again, I won't hesitate to kill you!" The stranger shouts at Namjoon's retreating figure, earning a glare from Namjoon as he gets into the elevator and the doors begin to close.
I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
I can somewhat ignore the pain in my arm. At this point, I'm used to it. This wasn't the first time, in fact I've lost count of the amount of bruises and black eyes that Namjoon has given me...
I rub my bump protectively, feeling the pup kick where my hand is resting. She must sense that I'm scared, I know that this is her way of comforting me. Each time I've been afraid or upset, she has kicked, to let me know she's there and that I'm not alone. Perhaps it's silly, but I find it comforting.
It's so easy to feel alone lately. I am alone after all...
I fear that I always will be.
"Hey..." The strangers now gentle voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
I look up at him, not missing the flutter I feel in my chest and the butterflies I feel in my tummy, that are most definitely not caused by the pup.
Why does this alpha have to be so goddamn attractive and kind!?
"Are you okay?" He asks, looking me over worriedly, gaze resting on my already bruising arm, a pained look in his eyes.
Again, why is he worried? I must be confusing his expression for something else.
What reason would he have to be worried about me? He can't possibly care about me.
I plaster on a fake smile.
"It's nothing, I'll be fine, I'm used to it by now. Um.. thank you for protecting me like that, no one's ever done that before... I'm Jimin by the way." I add. Feeling awkward that he still doesn't know my name, after all that's just happened and that he's just witnessed.
It's true though, no one's ever tried to help me before. People will normally just watch and not help. Whether it be because they don't care, or because they're too scared to intervene; worried that they will wind up getting hurt themselves. Regardless, all people ever think about is themselves.
"I'm Jungkook...wait... you're telling me that that's normal? Jimin... why are you with him when he treats you like that? You shouldn't be putting up with that - no, you shouldn't be getting treated like that in the first place. Not to mention, you're pregnant! If you were my omega, I'd treasure you and spoil you with love and affection, I'd want to show you off to the world every chance I get. I'd make sure you were always happy with me and I'd absolutely spoil you. In every way."
The alpha I know now to be called Jungkook growls as he looks over at the elevator that Namjoon left in. He looks furious and all I can do is stare, absolutely gobsmacked.
In every way?
Is my head in the gutter or did he mean what I think he means?
Did he really just say that...?
I know that what Jungkook said is right and everyone would agree with him, including me. I shouldn't be putting up with the way Namjoon treats me and I shouldn't even be getting treated the way I am, in the first place. It's not like I want this, I don't want anything to do with Namjoon! He just won't leave me alone, he hasn't left me alone since he met me 7 months ago. Treats me like I'm his toy. A toy for him to play with and mess around with. Things only got worse after he got me pregnant... against my will.
Anyways, it's not like I can just move house to get away from him either. I don't have the money. I'm surviving on savings alone, without them, I'd be on the streets. Homeless.
Jungkook said IF I was his omega, he'd treasure me, love me and keep me happy. It's a cruel thing to say really, considering that I'm obviously not his omega and I never will be lucky enough to be.
I take a few steps back, putting distance between us. My wolf already missing his warmth and hating that his rich, cinnamon scent is now weakened slightly due to the distance between us.
I immediately want to be back by his side, my head nuzzling into the scent gland on his neck, breathing in his scent.
What is wrong with me? This has never happened before. It's like my wolf doesn't want to be apart from the alpha. Like my wolf wants to stay by his side.
I DO want to stay by his side.
It must just be the pregnancy hormones. And the fact that I'm lonely.
It’s got to be.
"Thanks again for just now, Jungkook. Though, I'm sure you have better things to be doing with your time, than talking to me, so I'll leave you be now. See you around." I give him a genuine smile and a little wave, involuntarily rubbing my bruised arm, as I waddle back to my apartment as hastily as I can, to escape.
Not that I want to leave at all, quite the opposite actually.
I swear that I hear a sigh come from the alpha behind me, followed by a quiet expel of my name, but I know I must've imagined it.
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It's the next day and thankfully Namjoon didn't show his face again after yesterday's events.
I'm grateful to Jungkook and the way he helped me yesterday... if only there was always someone to protect me and help me when I need it. But life isn't some silly fairy tale where Prince Charming is always there to save the day and sweep you off your feet, solving all of your life's problems. If that was reality, I wouldn't be in the situation that I'm in today -
Controlling alpha who won't leave me alone, forced pregnancy and being constantly abused by said alpha.
Namjoon was great in the beginning. We went out on dates together and spent a lot of time together and it was nice. I don't know what happened... one day he just snapped completely out of the blue and showed his true colours, becoming the Namjoon we know today. And he won't take no for an answer, he won't leave me alone.
The only reason I'm pregnant is because he raped me.
That whole day is something I can never erase from my memory. I'm just thankful that he hasn't tried to rape me again ever since he found out that I was pregnant. It's probably got something to do with the fact that he's seeing other omegas on the side, I can always smell them on him whenever he comes back to hurt me some more. I often wonder whether he's hurting them too... I hope he isn't but the likelihood is, that he is.
Anyway, whilst the sexual abuse stopped after I got pregnant, his constant physical abuse never ceased, if anything, it got worse.
Regardless of how my pup was conceived, I still love her. I'm an omega and no matter how the baby came about, I will always love them with all of my heart. And I'm so excited for the pup to be born. Most days she's the only thing that keeps me going.
I rub my hand over my tummy, something I always find myself doing now. Rubbing my tummy is just so comforting and relaxing to me and I know it must be soothing for my restless baby too. She kicks like crazy lately. I am 7 months along though... I only have just over 2 months left until she comes.
Which blows my mind.
I can't sleep, as always. I never can anymore.
My pup kicks and moves about too much at night, she keeps me awake for most of the night, leaving me exhausted and needing to nap during the day.
And as if that wasn't enough, my stomach begins to rumble, telling me that I'm hungry. I groan, all hope of getting any sleep tonight, lost.
Rolling myself out of bed, in my oversized t-shirt that barely even covers my butt, it did used to though, before my massive basketball bump developed.
I look at the clock beside my bed, grimacing at the time.
3am.
Yikes.
Deciding that I'm craving pizza so badly that I could cry - I wouldn't be surprised at this point if I did cry though with how emotional I am some days.
I grab my phone off the nightstand and dial the pizza delivery place just a 5 minute walk away, that I know does deliveries all night long.
After carefully considering all the different pizzas, I order the same I always do lately, a ham and pineapple pizza - something I used to absolutely HATE before I was pregnant, but now can't get enough of it.
I seat myself down on my couch, eagerly awaiting the arrival of my delicious pizza.
My eyes close as I rest my head on the back of the soft couch. I'm so exhausted, I definitely need to try to sleep again after I've eaten. I know I probably won't be able to though, but it's worth a try.
My hands rest in their usual place, on top of my round belly, where they rub my tummy, bringing a smile to my face each time I feel my pup kick against my hands. She must be getting so big now. It warms my heart to think of her in there all cosy and warm and not far from meeting the world.
I hope she looks more like me, rather than like Namjoon... that's a reminder I could do without having every time I look at my daughter.
When my pizza finally arrives, I scoff it down like I haven't eaten in days, enjoying every tasty slice of pizza until there's only a few slices left and I can't eat anymore.
Leftover pizza for later, lucky me!
I take a sip of my juice, tummy and pup full to bursting, almost choking at what I hear from the other side of the wall.
Jungkook's voice.
'You're too cute. Yeah, it was great seeing you yesterday, I had a great time. Okay, I'll see you next week. Can't wait!"
Is about all I can pick out from what Jungkook was saying. He must've been talking to his girlfriend... or boyfriend?
The idea of him being taken doesn't sit well with me, which is ridiculous. I'm a pregnant omega who only met the guy today!
Even still... from what I saw of Jungkook today, he seemed like the sweetest alpha, insanely hot too.
Just thinking about his tattoos and muscular body gives me goosebumps. Imagining what could be under his clothes almost has me going feral.
Jeez, get a hold of yourself Jimin. You and him? It's never going to happen, especially in my situation.
No alpha is going to want to sign up to be with a pregnant omega and raise some other alphas baby.
I reach for the TV remote, the sudden sadness I'm feeling is giving me the strong urge to watch one of my favourite animated movies. Watching it always cheers me up.
But before I can so much as press the on button, a series of loud bangs are thundered on my front door, followed by a booming voice.
Namjoon's voice.
"Omega! Let me in! NOW!" I instantly shake in fear, dropping the remote onto the table as I stand up, knowing that if I don't open the quickly, Namjoon will break it down and force his way in instead.
He's done it before.
Within seconds, I'm at the front door, unlocking it and pulling it open to let Namjoon in.
The stench of alcohol and other omega's slick hits me in the face, making my nose crinkle in disgust.
There's no questions about what he was doing before he came here. I couldn't care less, but the smell is still disgusting, especially to a pregnant omega like me, with a heightened sense of smell.
He's wobbly on his feet and stumbling in his steps, as he makes his way into the apartment like he owns it, stopping right in front me, as he gives me a hateful stare that I definitely don't deserve.
"What were you doing omega? Why'd you take so long? What were you doing, huh? Is someone here?!" He spits in my face, pushing on my chest, making me stumble backwards, having to use the side table next to me to stable myself and stop myself from falling.
The stench of alcohol is stronger now he's closer, making me feel sick.
"No! No one's here! I wasn't doing anything, I was sleeping until you came." It’s essentially the truth.
Not that I'm obligated to tell him anything, anyways.
"Liar. I can smell it on you, little omega slut. You've been with another alpha over haven't you? You're hungry for some alpha cock? Why don't you let me help you out with that?" He smirks salaciously, scent changing darker and to an aroused one.
Now I really do feel sick.
What on earth is he talking about?! I've had no one over, I've been alone.
I shouldn't smell of anyone...
Then I remember Jungkook healing me this morning... and I was touching his belongings too. I must still smell like him because of that.
Shit.
"No, please!" I step back, immediately slipping over on a pair of slippers that were sitting by the front door, landing straight on my ass.
I cry out in pain, shit that hurt.
I place my hand on my belly protectively, the pup is still okay and I'm just grateful that I landed on my ass instead of my front.
I quickly snap my legs closed when I realise my oversized t-shirt covers absolutely nothing below my waist in this position.
By Namjoon's leery look, I know he's already seen what I didn't want him to see, anyway.
He pushes advances towards me, evil intent glimmering in his eyes.
Bile rises in my throat. I can't lose this baby. I need to get up and run. Or at least try to. And now!
Just as I make to get up - a struggle with my big belly, I hear a familiar voice.
"Jimin!" I look up, feeling relief wash over me, when I see Jungkook rushing into my apartment, leather jacket on, a convenience store bag and keys in his hand. He sets into a further panic when he sees me on the floor of the entryway and immediately runs over to help me up.
I of course, accept his help as he has places one hand on my waist and the other gently on my arm, lifting me up off the floor like I weigh nothing and protectively places me behind him, his hand still touching my waist, almost posessively.
But I try not to read into that too much.
The muscles in his back and arms bulge underneath his leather jacket as his body shakes in anger.
An angry alpha is usually a scary sight, and it is in this case too, but also having a "Jungkook" in front of you and protecting you is certainly a sight too.
"Don't fucking touch him!" Jungkook growls out in warning, baring his teeth in a snarl, warning that he will retaliate if Namjoon doesn't listen.
"This omega slut is mine, look at it-” he points to my belly. “I've already bred it as mine, so go find some other whore to fuck!" Namjoon spits out, furious that his advances are being intervened by another alpha.
He tries to shove Jungkook out of the way, so he can get to me, but Jungkook is so strong that he doesn't budge an inch.
In no way am I Namjoon's, and I never wanted to be, never will be.
"IT?! He's not an it, nor is he a slut or a whore, or something to just breed! He's a person, a beautiful one at that and he's certainly not yours! I warned you what would happen if I saw you again! Did you already forget?" Jungkook threatens, his body shaking in increasing anger.
I place my hands on Jungkook's back, feeling terrified of what could happen next, only finding comfort from being so close to him and feeling the warmth of his body through his jacket, breathing in his cinnamon scent and the calming pheromones he is sending to me only.
I close my eyes, pressing my forehead against Jungkook's back, my tummy touching his muscular back due to the size of my belly.
"You think I'm scared of you pup? How old are you, eighteen? Don't make me laugh. " Namjoon sniggers.
I jump when I hear a sudden crash. I assume as Jungkook didn't move, that Namjoon has either thrown something or knocked something over in his drunken state.
"I'm 25 actually, and strong enough to snap you in half and break every bone in your fucking body if I wanted to and believe me, I'm fucking more than tempted to do both of those things, right now, in either order!" I both hear and feel the growl that rips through Jungkook's body.
It's a dominant growl, one of alpha authority, showing he is bigger and stronger than Namjoon is. As an omega, it makes me whimper inadvertently.
But I'm quickly soothed by a hand stroking my waist.
Without looking at me, Jungkook speaks to me, tone deadly serious.
"I'm sorry Jimin. I didn't mean to scare you. I want you to go and lock yourself in my apartment, where you'll be safe and wait for me to come get you, okay?"
I remove my hands from his back, meeting his eyes as he turns back to look at me. He places his keys in my hand and I give him an unsure look.
"B-but-"
"Jimin, now. Please" Jungkook pleads. His voice is stricter this time, but in no way spiteful or nasty. Just a no shit, please do as alpha says tone.
I get the message, taking a step back and nodding, even though I know he can't see me. He's once again facing a now, even angrier Namjoon.
"I won't be long." He says, voice calm but deadly at the same time.
I quickly turn and run as quickly as I can over to Jungkook's apartment, taking slightly longer to get the key in with my shaky hands. When I finally get it unlocked, I push the door wide open, so I can fit my body through, hastily slamming the door shut and locking it behind me.
With a hand on my belly, I sigh. Me and the pup are safe.
But what about Jungkook?