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Jungkook tries not to allow the jealousy to consume him as he watches Taehyung and Jimin cuddle up against one another on the loveseat. Jimin is curled up against Taehyung's side, an arm resting on his shoulders, nosing at Taehyung's neck as they both revel in their scents.

Jungkook tries not to let his emotions seep in, seeking attention from the older members of his group. Hoseok enters the room, eyes brightening up at the couple, sitting next to Taehyung as he shifts to get comfortable, sighing in content as the Alpha begins to run his fingers through his hair.

He tries not to feel worthless as he shifts uncomfortably on the large couch, glancing at the empty spaces on either side of him as he wraps his arms around his waist for a sense of comfort, inevitably making himself appear more smaller and vulnerable.

Jungkook really does try.

He hops up from the couch and rushes out of the room, visibly deflating when nobody notices him leaving. He shakes his head at his feelings. You can't feel this way, you can't be an Omega.

Jungkook let's his feet take him somewhere, and he soon arrives in the kitchen, slowing down once he sees Seokjin and Namjoon kissing against the counter. They jump apart once they realize the maknae has entered the room, blushing brightly even though Jungkook has walked in on the both of them more than one occasion.

Jungkook grabs a banana before sitting down at the dining table, sulking in his seat as stares outside the window with a distant look his chocolate orbs.

Namjoon clears his throat as he rummages in the refrigerator, "Goodmorning, Kookie."

"'Morning, Namjoon-hyung." Jungkook responds flatly but respectfully.

"It's a shock that I didn't have to wake you." Seokjin jokes, but Jungkook doesn't respond with a cheeky remark as he refuses to make eye contact. Jungkook munched on his breakfast, before his expression changed to one of shock, along with a hint of fear.

I haven't taken my suppressants.

The youngest quickly ate before tossing the banana peel into the trash, ignoring Seokjin's look of concern as he scurried out of the room. In his hurry, he bumped into a groggy Yoongi and mumbled an apology, rushing to his bedroom for his daily dose of medicine.

Jungkook heard the others talk amongst themselves about leaving to the rehearsal studio later as he silently shut the door behind him, rummaging through a Nike shoebox that lay on his closet floor, containing many discreet Omega products. He grasped the bottle of suppressants, unscrewing the lid before dumping two pills into his hand. He grimaced as they went down his throat. Not only did they have a disgusting taste, it had an unpleasant scent that'd cause anyone to gag. Jungkook knew not to expect any less; he did purchase them illegally.

He panicked when he heard footsteps, jerking out of his kneeled position and closing the closet doors roughly, his doe-like orbs staring at his bedroom door as it opened. He let out a breath of relief once he saw only Taehyung, the least observant of the group who wouldn't question his alarmed state.

"I was just, um, I was-" Jungkook stammered, unable to come up with an excuse.

Taehyung gave him a weird look before smirking as he raised his eyebrows, "Sorry to burst you bubble, baby boy, but we have to rehearse. You can deal with.. that later."

Jungkook became flustered, hands shooting to cover his flushed face, "Oh my god, Taehyung. I wasn't doing that."

Taehyung shrugged, "Why else would you look so panicked?"

Jungkook didn't respond as he attempted to walk past Taehyung, but stopped once the taller male grabbed his hips, wrapping his arms loosely around Jungkook's tiny waist as he pulled the smaller male against his chest.

“I miss my partner in crime. You've been distant, Kookie.” Taehyung mumbled against Jungkook's head.

“I- I haven't been feeling well lately.” Jungkook didn't lie, he had been feeling off; not physically, but emotionally. Taehyung leaned back to stare at Jungkook's expression, pressing a hand against the younger's cheek.

“Are you sick? Do I need to tell Seokjin-hyung?” Taehyung worried. Jungkook never told them when he felt ill unless he was basically on his death bed, refusing to show vulnerability even though they practically raised him.

“No, that's unnecessary. It's only a cold.” Jungkook waved off his worries as he parted from the hug, immediately missing the warmth of the Alpha.

Taehyung led the petite male to the living room, grinning as everyone chattered and laughed loudly in the large area. Yoongi glanced up at Jungkook from the recliner, nose flaring as he inhaled sharply. Soon enough, everyone was staring at him with unreadable expressions.

“What's wrong- do I have something on my face?” Jungkook worried, his hands beginning to rub at his face in attempt to get the nonexistent dirt off his face.

“You smell.. sweet,” Jimin responded slowly, rising from his seat to sniff at Jungkook's scent glands. The older boy sighed in satisfaction, intoxicated by the smell coming from the petite figure. “Like an Omega.”

Jungkook froze, sweat beginning to form on the back of his neck as he shifted nervously.

Management will punish you if your secret is discovered. Play it cool.

He shrugged as he sat down on the couch between Hoseok and Namjoon. “Maybe it's from a fan that came too close.”

Nobody thought anything of it, even though they all knew the youngest had a shower last night before he went to bed.

That's all Jungkook was allowed to do. Lie.
And if his lies weren't believable,
Lie some more.

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The day only went downhill from there. Everyone commented on his unusual scent- paparazzi, managers, the staff. While the idols were practicing their dance routines, Jungkook was taken from rehearsal by a manager who wanted to speak with the small male, although none of the other members had even seen the rather aggressive man before.

When the youngest returned, he appeared slightly distressed and frequently stumbled throughout the choreography when he had to shift his weight to his left leg. As time passed by, his hyungs grew more worried. Before they could mention his injury, Jungkook tumbled to the ground with a yelp. He gently cupped his swollen ankle, hissing at the contact.

Seokjin was down by his side instantly, frantically asking questions as he inwardly panicked about the younger. Jungkook let out a chuckle, “I'm alright hyung, it's just a sprain.”

Namjoon lifted the boy from the ground bridal style before placing Jungkook on a chair, “You'll sit out for the rest of practice.”

Jungkook groaned but did not dare say another word in protest, knowing it was pointless to argue. He grew tired as he watched his hyungs dance, giggling when Taehyung made dorky expressions in attempt to amuse the bored maknae.

A few hours later, the youngest had began to doze off, shaking his head every now and then to wake himself up. The music was abruptly cut off and there was a bit of shuffling before he felt himself being lifted off the foldable chair. Jungkook whined, slightly opening his eyes to see Seokjin's worldwide handsome face. The Beta shushed him, “We're going home now, bun. Go back to sleep.”

With that, Jungkook closed his eyes and allowed sleep to consume him, smiling when Jin began to hum a lullaby.


Jungkook awoke to harsh whispers, opening his eyes and jolting up in alarm. He observed his surroundings, relaxing once he realized he was safe with all of his hyungs.

“Jin-hyungie, when did we get here?” He yawned adorably, a sleepy pout on his face.

“Only a little while ago.” Seokjin rubbed circles into Jungkook's back, who sighed in content and turned his face towards Seokjin's stomach.

“Baby kooks, we need to know who that manager was.” Namjoon spoke softly. Jungkook tightened his hands into fists as he stiffened slightly.

“He's been h-helping me lose weight.”

“We would've known if you were on a diet.” Jimin pressed, eager to know why the youngest would be losing weight since they weren't informed. 

“Stop, hyung! I don't want to talk about it.” Jungkook slightly raised his voice as his tone became desperate and shaky, obviously not willing to tell them.

Yoongi and Seokjin narrowed their eyes as they glanced at each other.
“Bun, how about we eat some ice cream? You've been such a good boy today.”

Jungkook perked up at the mention of the delicious desert before stuttering shyly, “I have?”

“Of course. Now, come on before everyone else decides to eat it all.” Seokjin responded, nudging the maknae up.

“Last one there is a rotten egg!” Hoseok shouted childishly, laughing as the maknae line sped out of the room, Jungkook unsurprisingly in the lead (though Jin shouted at him to stop running due to his sprain).

Seokjin sighed before turning to Yoongi once nobody else remained in the room. “Later, you'll go into Jungkook's bedroom to 'find your sweatshirt'.”

“More like all of them.” Yoongi mumbled to himself, “then what?”

“Search his room for any evidence of.. the management abusing their authority.” Seokjin said hesitantly, already feeling guilty for planning to invade the maknae's precious privacy.

Yoongi nodded, “I'll go tonight.”

That night, once Finding Nemo began and everyone was huddled up on one couch, the plan began. Yoongi shifted to get a sleepy Jimin off his body.

“Yoongi-hyung, where are you going?” Jimin whispered, covering his yawn with his hand as he stared at the Alpha.

“I'll be back, I'm going to get my hoodie out of Jungkook's room.” Yoongi rose from the seat, ignoring Jimin's whine in protest.

“But we have blankets.” Jimin mumbled. Yoongi ignored him, walking out of the room silently before anybody else saw him leaving. However, Jungkook soon realized the older was gone once he glanced towards Jimin, only to find him dozed off with no Yoongi by his side. After several minutes, Jungkook couldn't help but be curious as to where his hyung was.

“Jiminie, where's Yoongi-hyung?” Jungkook asked quietly across Taehyung, who was too enthralled by the film to bother shushing the youngest.

“Mm, he went in your bedroom to find something.” The Alpha grumbled tiredly, sulking against the arm of the couch.

Jungkook shot up from the couch, not listening to the complaints and protests about his swift movement, running towards his room. It felt like his heart was in his throat once he saw Yoongi standing over a pile of Omega products.

"Jungkook, these are illegal." Yoongi held the suppressants tightly, knuckles turning white as tears formed in his normally indifferent eyes. He was so angry, so shocked, but most of all, hurt. Why would Jungkook hide such an important part of him, who he truly is, from the people he should trust the most?

“I-I can explain,” Jungkook tried. “Those are some things my friends left when they came over-”

“Bullshit, Jungkook! I know these are yours. Why the fuck are you taking suppressants?” Yoongi growled, taking a deep breath to calm himself before he shouted something he'd regret. The Alpha's pheromones completely overwhelmed Jungkook.

The omega let out a whimper, dropping to the floor as his knees buckle, baring his neck in submission. Yoongi stiffened, anger dissipating as he stares at the youngest in shock. He got out of his daze once he heard Seokjin gasp from the doorway, who hurriedly lifted a hazy Jungkook off the ground.

The eldest supported the younger's weight as he walked him towards his own bedroom, refusing to allow the Omega to be alone in such a vulnerable state. Jungkook let out soft whimpers as they moved, eyes glassy from involuntarily submitting. The other members whispered to each other as they stood in the hallway, watching Jungkook struggle to keep his balance. Seokjin got impatient and swept the boy off his feet, murmuring soothing praises to the sniffling maknae.

Once they were in Seokjin's room and seated on the king-sized bed, Jungkook immediately broke down crying. “I'm so sorry, hyung. I'm a horrible Omega.”

“No no, baby bun. Don't say that. You're perfect.” Seokjin tried to sooth Jungkook but he wasn't hearing any of it as he continued to sob into Seokjin's shirt, eventually beginning to hyperventilate.

“Y-Yoon.. hates m-me!” Jungkook hiccupped. He began to focus on the hateful whispers inside of his head, growing louder with every insult.

' Everybody will hate you once they find out .'

'You'll be ridiculed worldwide.'

'Your own hyungs will be disgusted and you'll be thrown onto the streets like the worthless Omega you are.'

“Baby kooks, come back to me.” Jungkook escaped his negative thoughts, recognizing the nickname. He hesitantly looked up to see a worried Yoongi crouched in front of him.

“Don't cry, babe. You're here with me.” Yoongi pulled Jungkook into his lap as he sat against the headboard.

“Do.. Do you hate me now, hyung?” Jungkook teared up as he stared into Yoongi's catlike eyes.

Yoongi smiled, “If I hated you, I wouldn't be cuddling you right now.” He soon realized Jungkook needed more reassurance once he saw the younger's conflicted expression. “I could never hate you. You mean the world to me, Jungkook. I don't care if you're an Alpha, Beta, or Omega.. because I love you.” Yoongi blushed, turning away to look at the now very interesting wall.

Jungkook was satisfied with his response as he wrapped his arms around Yoongi's neck, subconsciously beginning to rub his face against the Alpha's chest for comfort. Yoongi tensed before relaxing, subtly beginning to scent the Omega by placing his hand on the nape of his neck. Yoongi's Alpha purred in delight when Jungkook moaned softly at the touch. As they drifted to sleep, Yoongi heard Jungkook mumble three words into his neck. “I love you.”

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Jungkook woke to somebody stroking his cheek with a dainty finger, opening his eyes to see a smiling Jimin. Yoongi was spooning Jungkook from behind, dead to the world as he held onto the boy tightly. "Hey, sleepyhead. Did you rest well?"

Jungkook hummed and blinked up at the older male, smiling as he nestled Jimin's hand. "What time is it?"

"A little after nine. Today's our day off so you can sleep as long as you want." Jimin responded quietly before Jungkook could worry about their schedule. The youngest nodded, stretching like a cat while yawning, rubbing his eyes with balled fists. It took everything Jimin had not to coo at the adorable sight.

Yoongi groaned as he woke, placing his head in crease of Jungkook's neck, rubbing his cheek against the scent glands there. "Smell good, Kookie."

Jungkook tensed, immediately trying to lift himself from the bed.
"I need to take my suppressants."

Yoongi refused to loosen his hold on the squirming Omega as he growled, "You won't ever use those again."

The room was bathed in the stench of bleach, a common scent when Omegas become distressed. Jungkook whined high in his throat, "Management told me to."

They stiffened at the mention of this, the silence remaining for several seconds before Jungkook burst into tears. "I wasn't supposed to tell- you weren't meant to find out-"

"Jungkookie, hush. Nobody will hurt you, not while we're here. There's nothing for you to worry about. Hyungs will take care of it." Jimin interrupted.

Jungkook hesitantly nodded, doubt clear in his eyes. Yoongi growled lowly in his throat as he sensed Jungkook's fear. "I'll kill them." He muttered as he pulled Jungkook closer to him.

Rather than being scared of Yoongi's predatory thoughts, he found comfort in how protective his hyung was. Of all his hyungs, he felt most connected to Yoongi. They both have suffered so much throughout their lives yet persevered to become the great idols they are now.

"It's time for breakfast!" Seokjin shouted from the kitchen, pulling Jungkook from his wandering thoughts. Yoongi groaned as Jungkook was taken away by Jimin, who placed the boy on his hip and walked out of the room. Jungkook snuggled into Jimin's chest, wrapping his arms around the Alpha's neck.

As they rounded the corner, Jungkook stiffened, remembering how whiny he was the night before.

They didn't want an Omega.

They're gonna hate me now.

"Shh, Jungkookie. You're working yourself up." Jimin noticed the sudden spike in the Omega's scent, trying to calm the small teenager down by running a hand against his back. Once they arrived to the kitchen, all eyes we're on them. Jungkook blushed and wiggled in Jimin's grasp to be put down, to which Jimin responded by placing him on a chair.

Jungkook tapped his hand against the table out of boredom, the suspense of waiting for someone to talk killing him. Finally, Seokjin spoke up. "You have a good night's rest, Jungkook-ah?"

Jungkook hummed in response, nodding his head slightly. With that, everyone went back to talking, but it was obvious they were focused on Jungkook by the way they were speaking quietly and slowly.

"After you finish eating, you'll need to go take a shower, Jungkook." Namjoon said while sipping his coffee at the island, "You need to get that Beta scenter off your skin, even if it's just barely there now."

Jungkook felt anger flare up inside him, "I'm not going to stop using them."

Namjoon closed the book he was reading, setting it aside on the counter top. He gave Jungkook a stern look, "You will stop using them."

Jungkook huffed defiantly, "I can do what I want! I'm not a defenseless and submissive Omega that you can push around!"

Namjoon's gaze softened, "I'm not trying to push you around. This is for your own good, Jungkook. Do you really want to hide what you are, just because of a few ignorant people?"

Jungkook sighs exasperated, "Those 'ignorant people' are management, they'll kick me out of the group if anybody finds out!"

"If they make you leave just because of your gender, we'll be right behind you, Jungkook-ah. You make BTS whole, it wouldn't be possible without you." Namjoon said as he approached the teary-eyed maknae.

Jungkook bottom lip wobbled, "He said he'd hurt me if you found out, hyung."

Namjoon gripped Jungkook's chin to make the youngest look him in the eyes, "I need to know who you're talking about, Jungkook."

Jungkook sniffled, "His name is Chon Young.."

"Is he the only one telling you this, Jungkook?" Hoseok asked from his seat at the end of the table.

"Yes.. but he said Bang PD-nim told him that."

Yoongi huffed, walking into the room and plopping on the chair across from Jungkook. "Jungkook, you need to know that he lied to you, and used PD-nim to cover his own ass."

"He's abusing his power of authority. He has to be reported, Jungkook-ah." Seokjin told him.

"But- what if he was telling the truth?" Jungkook stuttered, fear making his heart rate rise.

"Do you think PD-nim would ever say something like that? You know he's all-inclusive; he has a brother that's an Omega." Namjoon reminded Jungkook softly.

"When will we tell him?" Jungkook asked meekly.

"Today; the sooner the better."

Jungkook sucked in a deep breath, "Okay, hyung. You'll stay with me, right?"

Namjoon smiled at the younger boy, kissing his forehead. "Of course."

With that, everyone began to eat the meal Seokjin made. Seokjin handed Jungkook a porcelain plate that had more food than anybody else and when Jungkook asked why, all he got was "You're a growing boy."

After they finished eating, Jungkook was lead to the bathroom where he took a long shower. He changed into a light pink sweater and black skinny jeans, a pair of white adidas with rose-gold stripes to top it all off. As he walked down the hall towards the main entrance, he felt oddly nervous, as if this was the first time his hyungs would see him as an Omega, which in a way, it was.

The rapper line was already at the door, tugging their coats on. Jungkook smiled brightly at Hoseok, relaxing at the scent of citrus and lemon. Hoseok wrapped an arm around the maknae's shoulders, nuzzling the Omega's hair affectionately. "You ready?"

"Yes, hyung." Jungkook nodded, leaning against the older man.

"You smell wonderful, Jungkook." Hoseok commented, barely refraining from scenting the boy right then and there. He knew it would take a bit of time before Jungkook was comfortable with that.

"What do I smell like, hyung?" Jungkook asked with big curious eyes.

"You smell like.. strawberries and chocolate." Hoseok told the youngest as he inhaled the rich scent. Jungkook smiled at this, hiding his face against Hoseok's chest.

Soon, everyone was downstairs and they all piled into the van. Jungkook was so jittery, bouncing his leg as he thought of all the scenarios that may happen once he tells Bang PD.

They quickly arrived to the Big Hit Headquarters, and before Jungkook knew it, they were in front of Bang's office. Jungkook sucked in a deep breath, observing his hyungs for what may be the last time. They all smiled fondly at him as Taehyung put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"We'll be with you every step of the way, Jungkook-ah."

Jungkook smiled back, inhaling sharply as he nodded. With that, he opened the large set of doors and what was on the other side shocked him.

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There was Chon Young sitting in front of Bang's large desk, quietly speaking to him. Both turned to the door and sniffed the air, jaws dropping when they saw that the sweet scent was coming off Jungkook.

Chon stood up and began to walk towards the youngest, growling lowly under his breath. The maknae tensed at Chon's aggressive aura, stepping back to allow Namjoon and Yoongi to stand protectively in front of him. Namjoon sized up the manager, glaring and putting an arm out to his side as Chon tried to get around him to Jungkook. Chon quickly stopped and just stood in silence for a moment.

"I see you've got your hands full, Bang. I'll be back later." Chon said while staring at Jungkook. Chon glanced back at Bang with a smile before glaring at the youngest as he left.

"Jungkook, you're an Omega." Bang spoke slowly, still trying to understand how Jungkook was an Omega. Jungkook's thin frame trembled in fear as he waited for Bang to continue speaking, gripping Taehyung's hand tightly. "How long?"

Jungkook shivered, "Since I was fourteen, PD-nim."

"Why did you keep it a secret?"

Jungkook subconsciously got closer to Taehyung, "I thought I wouldn't be allowed in the group.."

"Why would you think that, Jungkook?"

"My parents.. they said that all Omegas were good for," Jungkook sucked in a breath, "was breeding, so I just thought that if anyone knew.. that I would end up like my friend."

Everyone looked at him in confusion, urging him to continue. "He was an Omega on the football team, and when they, the team, found out what he was, they raped and beat him till he-" Jungkook began crying, wiping his tears away angrily. "until he died."

There was a moment of silence before Bang began talking again. "I'm sorry you went through that, Jungkook-ah. But those type of Alphas, they won't ever hurt you while you're here."

"Actually," Namjoon began, "Chon Young has been abusing Jungkook for a while now, it seems."

Jungkook looked towards the ground as Bang asked him when this began.
"A few weeks after he started working here.. he-he would touch me. At first it was subtle, but then... then he started to make me strip."

Jungkook saw the fallen expressions on his hyungs faces, "I tried to stop him, I really did! But he hurt me whenever I refused."

"Is that what happened to your ankle, Jungkook?" Seokjin asked softly.

Jungkook nodded, "He got mad when I wanted to leave, so he punished me."

"What did he want to do?" Namjoon asked softly, already knowing the answer.

"he-he wanted to-to have.." Jungkook trailed off as he turned to cry into Taehyung's chest, gripping the other man's shirt in his hands. "wanna go home, Tae-hyung."

Taehyung kissed the top of his head and lead the boy out of the office, "Let's go, baby bun."

Namjoon watched Taehyung with careful eyes, signaling for Jimin and Seokjin to follow them. He turned to Bang, who looked rather shaken at everything he's learned in only a few minutes. He quickly composed himself in the presence of the other Alphas, clearing his throat.
"We have a lot to discuss."


Jungkook sat in Taehyung's lap in the empty van, crying as he thought of what that cruel man did to him.

"Omega, come here." Chon Young curved his finger towards himself, looking at the maknae with a devilish smirk. Jungkook complied, looking blankly at the wall as the towering Alpha began to strip him of his clothes. They were in a vacant dressing room where the manager occasionally brought him to play, going no further than touching Jungkook's privates. "We're going to try something a little different today."

This caught Jungkook's attention and he looked up at the Alpha, who made him turn around and bend over a nearby table. As soon as Jungkook felt the manager begin to prod at his hole, he tensed and struggled to get up. Chon held onto the Omega's hips, refusing to let go even when he protested. "Jungkook, behave before I have to punish you for being disobedient."

Jungkook stifled a sob as he went pliant, the manager going back to pressing a finger to his hole. "Such a pretty pink boy pussy, Omega."

"no, stop." Jungkook whimpered as the man forcefully pushed a finger passed his rim, ass clenching at the painful feeling that came with it. His manager ignored him, slowly adding more until he had four fingers inside the tight hole. He pulled out and then Jungkook felt a blunt object press against his ass, rubbing up and down his crack. Jungkook realized what it was once the warm tip pressed into him, immediately squirming away from the man and running to the farthest side of the room, curling up into a ball. "Please stop, please."

All Jungkook got was a slap in the face before the man pulled him up by his hair, dragging him back to the table. "You do that again and you'll regret it, Omega."

"I have to go back to my hyungs." Jungkook struggled against the manager, feeling a burst of energy surge through him as he pushed Chon away, who stumbled a few steps back from the force. The Alpha growled loudly as he glared murderously at the maknae , "You forget who is in control, Omega. It's about time I teach you."

Jungkook's eyes widened in fear but just as he turned around to get away, the Alpha roughly shoved him. As the youngest went down onto the ground, he awkwardly landed on his ankle, a shriek of pain escaping him. Before he could nurse his wounded ankle, Chon began pummeling the dainty body, landing kicks and hits everywhere he could that would be hidden by clothes.
"You can't even give me what I deserve for putting up with you! I even prepped you, you worthless Omega!"

After a few minutes, the Alpha was satisfied at his work on the bruised Omega, giving one last kick to Jungkook's side. "Get dressed and go back to practice, Jungkook. Next time we have a meeting, I won't be so nice."

Jungkook snuggled closer into Taehyung's chest, "Am I worthless, hyung?"

"Of course not, Jungkook-ah. You're my favorite person in the whole wide world." Taehyung said as he kissed Jungkook's nose. Jungkook smiled, resting his head against Taehyung's chest. "It wouldn't if you were a Beta, Omega, or an Alpha. I'd still love you unconditionally."

"I love you too, you big sap." Jungkook pressed his face in the crook of Taehyung's neck, hiding his satisfied smile.

"Oi, I confess my undying love for you and this is the thanks I get?" Taehyung complained jokingly. Jungkook silenced the boy with a quick peck on the lips before cuddling against his hyung once again, quickly falling asleep as the shocked Alpha looked down at him dumbfounded before grinning. 

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Jungkook woke up to raising voices, flinching at the sudden loud noises. He opened his eyes to find his hyungs arguing. 

“He belongs with us!” Yoongi seethed from beside Jungkook. Everyone was in Seokjin's large bedroom, either sitting on the bed with the small maknae, or standing by the door or windows of the room.

“Bang PD-nim thinks it's safer at the Omega dormitory.” Namjoon responded calmly, though he looked stressed about the whole ordeal.

“What are a bunch of defenseless Omegas gonna do if Alphas invade!?” Someone scoffed in his peripheral vision.

“Well, he informed us that not only do they have guards at every entrance on every floor, but the Omegas also get trained in self-defense.” Namjoon retorted. 

“What's going on?” Jungkook asked as he sat up, already coming to the assumption that they were speaking about him.

Namjoon smiled at the Omega but it didn't meet his eyes. “PD-nim feels that you'll be better off at the BigHit Omega dormitory, Jungkook-ah.”

Jungkook felt the tears swell up in his eyes, “He wants to kick me out of the group?”

“No, baby. You'll still be a member of BTS, attending schedule plans, but PD-nim thinks that you'll be more comfortable there.” Namjoon grabbed Jungkook's small hands, comparable to Jimin's, rubbing soothing circles on the back of them.

“Don't wanna go, hyung.” Jungkook whined as Namjoon pulled him in his lap, facing towards the older man as his legs were placed on either side of the Alpha's thighs.

“I'm sorry, Jungkookie.” Namjoon sympathized, “It'll be okay. There are trained professionals to help you with anything you need.”

“It'll be a fun experience to be with Omegas like yourself, you'll see.” Seokjin tried to lighten the mood.

Hoseok frowned as he realized that Bang PD's idea was the realistic route since none of them have attended any Omega care lessons (other than learning their anatomy in Health class). “None of know much about Omegas, so we wouldn't be able to help you as much.”

Jungkook slowly nodded even though he still had a contemplative look. “Is this a permanent move?”

“He said after at least a week of living at the dormitory, you'll be able to make the decision for yourself; if you want to leave and come back to us, or stay at the dormitory.”

“You'll enjoy your time there, I know you will. I can visit whenever you want, I'm only a phone call away.” Seokjin comforted. 

Jungkook sighed, nodding his head as he slumped against Namjoon. “m tired now, hyungs.”

“I'll wake you up when it's time for lunch, bun.” Seokjin said as he ruffled the boy's hair, telling everyone to leave so that Namjoon and Jungkook could sleep in peace. The maknae line stubbornly stayed, cuddling up to Namjoon and Jungkook as best they could on the queen-size bed. Taehyung sat on the left side of Jungkook and Namjoon while Jimin was on the right. Seokjin chuckled, shaking his head as he shut the door.

Jungkook was out like a light.


“Time for your doctor's appointment, Jungkook-ah.” Seokjin sang as he finished washing the plates they used for lunch, drying his hands afterwards.

Jungkook was pouting cutely, “Not going, hyung.”

Seokjin sighed as Jungkook complained for the umpteenth time. “You have to, Jungkook. Your health is too important not to go.”

“I'm perfectly healthy.” Jungkook argued stubbornly, cuddling against Hoseok on the couch.

“Those suppressants you took could've harmed your body. Not to mention what it'll do to your heat, Jungkook-ah.” Hoseok told the small male that was now lying on top of him, rubbing a hand up and down the boy's back. Jungkook just huffed at Hoseok's response. 

“Go get your shoes on, Jungkookie. Namjoon is already waiting in the van.” Seokjin stated, breaking up the cuddle session as he dragged Jungkook to his feet. Jungkook whined at the sudden department, frowning slightly as he felt the need to be in his hyung's arms. He rubbed gently at the sensitive scent glands on his neck, smelling Hoseok on himself. He sighed in relief, feeling less vulnerable with the Beta's scent on him.

After Jungkook got his shoes on, he was guided towards the van by Seokjin, who kissed his cheek before sending him into the van. Jungkook sat down beside Namjoon, leaning against the older man's shoulder. Namjoon tilted Jungkook's head up and kissed him softly on the lips as a greeting before looking back down at his phone. Jungkook watched with wide eyes, fingers going up to touch his lips as if he couldn't believe it.  Jungkook grinned, mood brightening at the simple kiss.

Soon, they arrived to their an Omega clinic where licensed professionals were trained in every aspect of an Omega's life. The building looked almost like a hospital with how large it was, but it had a friendly atmosphere around it.

Jungkook held onto Namjoon's hand as he was lead through the sliding doors, walking towards reception. The woman at the front desk was also an Omega, smiling politely at them. There were a couple more Omegas in the waiting room that was basically a large living room, leather chairs and couches against the powder blue walls. 

Namjoon began speaking once they stopped in front of the large desk. “I'm here for an appointment with Dr. Joo Hyun-Shik.”

“What's the patients name?” The lady asked while typing on the computer. 

“Jeon Jungkook, age 17. His date of birth is September 1st, 2001.” Namjoon responded, already knowing what the next few questions would be. 

“Since he is underage, he'll need to have a guardian with him. I figure that will be you?” She informed Namjoon while he nodded, handing the man the paperwork he'd have to complete and return. Namjoon expressed his thanks as he left towards a sectional, hand still linked with Jungkook. They plopped down onto the couch and while Namjoon filled out the paperwork, Jungkook watched Shrek on a nearby flat screen.

Quite some time passed before Namjoon was finally done with the six page packet, returning it to the receptionist quickly before joining Jungkook again. Soon, a young Omega women stepped into the room. “Jeon Jungkook?”

“That-That's me.” Jungkook quietly spoke as he stood up beside Namjoon and walked towards the Omega. She smiled kindly at them, “This way, please.”

Jungkook got weighed and measured before they left the long hallway, just like a normal clinic. They were led into a small room where an examination table was, with counters along one wall and a couple chairs placed in the corner of the room. On the middle counter, there was a computer with a rolling chair on the ground, both obviously for the doctor.

The woman closed the door once she checked Jungkook's blood pressure and Namjoon was seated in one of the chairs. “The doctor will be right with you.”

She wasn't lying; a few minutes later the male doctor joined them. He was tall with a slim frame and a handsome face, obviously a Beta due to his gentle aura. “Hello, I'm doctor Joo Hyun-Shik. It's nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“Nice to meet you, Hyun-Shik nim.” Jungkook replied nervously, twitching slightly.

“Don't worry, Jungkook. I don't bite.” The doctor smiled, going over to the computer. He began asking Jungkook medical questions and typed in the answers quickly. “Are you sexually active?”

Jungkook looked to Namjoon for help, “.. Not consensually. ”

The Beta's cheerful expression fell as he sucked in a breath, “Oh, I'm sorry you went through that.”

The doctor waited a moment before speaking again. “Have you used drugs recently?”

“What?” Jungkook scowled.

“I'm sorry, it's procedure to ask.”


“Actually,” Namjoon cleared his throat, “he's been taking suppressants since he was fourteen.”

The horror on Hyun-Shik was enough to tell Jungkook what damage he caused to his body. “This is a lot more serious than I expected. Jungkook, have you ever had a heat?”

"Well, other than during the transitional stage, no..” Jungkook looked towards the ground, feeling ashamed.

The Beta inhaled sharply, “Due to using suppressants while underage, which is not only extremely dangerous but also illegal, your next heat will most likely happen soon and will be extremely painful. Since you've suppressed it for so long, your heat cycle will be irregular for at least a few years, meaning you may have more than a couple heats a year or none at all. The suppressants also might've caused complications for pregnancy since they weren't legally prescribed to you.”

“You said his heat will be painful, will there be any way to lesson the pain?” Namjoon asked.

“Unfortunately, no. Even with a mate, he'll be in discomfort. The main cause for his pain will be because his uterus and ovaries haven't fully formed. The first few heats are where they develop, and since he's postponed them for so long, the development will happen quickly and painfully, trying to make up for lost time.”

“Would Jungkook have to go to the hospital?”

The doctor hesitated, “It depends on the stress levels Jungkook experiences, both mentally and physically. I'll come back with a packet for heats so you'll be prepared when the time comes.”

The doctor finished up the questions about Jungkook's medical history before leaving, soon returning back to the quiet room. "Jungkook, it's time for the exam. Would you like Namjoon to come with you to the examination room or stay here?”

Jungkook looked to Namjoon for conformation before stuttering out a shy “I want him with me.”

Hyun-Shik nodded, guiding the pair to another room that was conveniently placed nearby. In the room, it had a many displays about the Omega reproductive system, both male and female. He handed Jungkook a hospital gown before leaving the room to give the maknae some privacy to change.

Jungkook quickly stripped as Namjoon occupied himself with reading the articles on the walls, throwing the gown on after tossing his clothes on a cushioned chair.

Namjoon glanced back at Jungkook to see him dressed in the short gown, growling lowly in his chest as he approached the adorable Omega. He wrapped his arms around Jungkook's tiny waist, nosing at Jungkook's neck. "Don't want anyone seeing you like this, Jungkook-ah.”

Jungkook smiled at the possessive behavior, “He's helping me, hyung.”

Before Namjoon could respond, Hyun-Shik knocked in the door, “Are you dressed, Jungkook?”

“Yes.” Jungkook called out as he parted from Namjoon, watching as the young doctor waltzed into the room. The Beta asked him to lie down on the examination table, a sheet thrown over the Omega's stomach and legs. The doctor then asked his to move down to the end of the table and place his feet in the stirrups.

Hyun-Shik sat on a chair while pulling gloves on before tapping Jungkook lightly on the knee, motioning for him spread his legs. The doctor looked at the area outside of Jungkook's rectum, searching for anything out of the ordinary. Then he reached for the speculum, rubbing lube onto the metal object to make the insertion easier. The speculum was gently inserted but Jungkook couldn't help but hiss at the foreign feeling. As quickly as it began, it was over, Jungkook receiving a pat on his calve to close his legs.

The doctor tugged off his gloves and washed his hands after getting a sample from Jungkook. 
“It doesn't look like you have any diseases, so that's a positive. However, you still have a premature womb so I'll prescribe you with some medication to help with the growth, but it's important not to use them during a heat because if you do, they can cause more harm than good.”

With that, Jungkook and Namjoon were soon heading home with a white paper bag of several medications, a couple bottles specifically for Jungkook's heat while others were either vitamins or growth pills. 

Namjoon had a couple pamphlets that were all about Omegas, including a large packet of paper, already reading through them while they sat in the taxi. Jungkook sighed as the silence remained, shifting on the seat. “Are you mad at me, hyung?”

Namjoon sighed, taking off his glasses. “I'm not mad at you, Jungkook. I'm mad at myself for not noticing.”

“Noticing what?” Jungkook asked in confusion, head tilting.

“That you're an Omega. I mean, all of the signs were there. You didn't feel comfortable with us at first, you barely spoke, and you listened to everything we said, wanting approval for everything; the list goes on and on.”

“Joonie-hyung, don't blame yourself for not knowing. I wanted to keep it a secret.”


Jungkook looked towards the window, “I thought you didn't want an Omega in the pack.”

Namjoon was confused at this before realizing that they really did make it seem they didn't want an Omega over the years. 

14-year old Ju ngkook sat down across from Namjoon and Yoongi on a chair while the other two sat on a cheap couch, Yoongi dozing off while Namjoon read a book.

“Hyungs?” Jungkook spoke meekly, continuing when they looked at him. “If there were an Omega to join our group, would you be happy?”

“You mean Taehyung? I'm pretty sure he's an Alpha.” Namjoon informed the smaller boy. 

“Well, just hypothetically speaking.”

Namjoon hesitated, “Well, I wouldn't be upset.”

“But you wouldn't be happy?”

“I don't know. Omega are high maintenance, so there's no telling.” Namjoon responded carefully. 

“What about you, Yoongi?” Jungkook asked, hoping for a different response.

Yoongi sighed, “I like the thought of all of us being independent and able to care for ourselves without needing a bodyguard 24/7, so I wouldn't be exactly elated about it.”

Jungkook's bottom lip wobbled before he bit onto it, masking his obvious heartbreak. “Oh.”

Another time was during an interview after they debuted. 

“What is your opinion on Omegas?” The interviewer asked curiously. 

Hoseok grinned, “They're so cute! Some ARMY are Omegas and they're the sweetest little things.”

“I think they are some of the nicest people I've ever met, and they're so submissive too!” Jimin exclaimed awestruck. 

Seokjin smiled kindly, “I think they're a lot of work. I have a sibling that's an Omega and she's a handful.”

“I agree. Omegas are dependent on their Alphas for almost everything, so it must be exhausting to care for one.” Namjoon responded. 

Taehyung laughed, “You make it sound like they're pets.”

“Well, in a way, they are.” Yoongi chuckled.

“Well you heard it folks, live from-”

Jungkook didn't listen anymore, feeling depressed and ashamed to be an Omega. 

Namjoon felt guilty for unknowingly hurting Jungkook, nuzzling the boy's soft hair. “I don't mind caring for you, Jungkook. In fact, I enjoy it. You'll always be the baby of the pack to us, no matter what second gender you have.”

Jungkook felt so happy, his worries of the pack abandoning him melting away, tossing himself onto Namjoon's lap. He kissed his hyung with passion, gripping the older man's shirt in his hands. 

Namjoon responded immediately, placing his hands onto the Omega's hips. He groaned into the kiss as Jungkook nipped at his lips, fighting for dominance. Jungkook moaned into the kiss, allowing Namjoon to win before he parted from the Alpha to breathe.

The driver cleared his throat, looking flustered. It was only then that Jungkook and Namjoon realized they were home. Jungkook laughed before jumping out, watching with a grin as Namjoon apologized profusely to the driver and handed him the money before they made their way back into the house.