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There is an unmistakable beauty in every paradox life has to offer.
Rainy days may sometimes brighten someone’s day; the only thing constant in this life is change. So many ironies that constitute this feeble world, and yet Namjoon thinks the most enigmatic one is this...
Himself.
It is said that the more honest a person is about their flaws, the more society perceives them to be respectable. Well, Namjoon knows he is far from distinguished, but he does make a significant effort to try and embrace those imperfections in hopes that it could inspire fellow male omegas like himself. Which, Namjoon supposes, inherently makes him a model of some sort, and that’s fine. It’s good even, his friends have called him inspiring.
But the biggest contradiction of his life is this: Namjoon is still silently embarrassed of the things he claims to be proud of.
No matter how often he declares that he is reassured of his body — that the fullness of his hips, the bulge of his biceps, and the thickness of his thighs are beautiful and Namjoon has worked so hard to attain them so he must make it a point to flaunt the fruits of his laborious workouts… sometimes, he still feels ashamed of them.
Namjoon still thinks of them as flaws.
“Hey sweet cheeks, class is starting soon. What are you still doing here?”
Namjoon snaps out of his daze. He didn’t even notice that he has been staring at himself through the full length mirrors for quite a while now, lost in another ocean of self-deprecating thoughts.
“Nothing, Momo-yah,” Namjoon grins wryly, trying to conceal the insecurity swimming in his eyes. “And yah, you’re not even supposed to be here. You could get into trouble.”
Namjoon looks around the changing room exclusive for male omegas, realizing that he’s all alone in here. No wonder Momo got brave enough to come here and check up on him.
“And exactly how will I get into trouble, Joonie-yah?” Momo snorts smugly, the alpha making her way right beside the dimpled omega on the lone bench in this changing room. “What would Nayeon do to me? Jihyo will beat her ass if she even thinks of giving me a first warning.”
Namjoon laughs. He knows that this is all simply in good nature. Momo and her fellow alpha girlfriend, Jihyo, are teenage friends with the head and part-owner of this dance studio. This couple has been giving Nayeon tremendous headaches since the beginning of time, but she loved her two sisters from another mother far too much to get rid of them.
“Still, if anyone sees an alpha around here, they might file a complaint.” Namjoon bumps his shoulder against Momo’s, before leaning his head on the much smaller woman’s shoulders. “I was about to get out anyway. I was just… fixing my tights.”
Momo hums, disbelieving, before she runs her fingers through Namjoon’s undercut hair. “Please. You were gonna come out by the time classes were over, and Jihyo will start having heart palpitations again the moment she realizes you’re not in your new classroom.”
Namjoon whines at the back of his throat, huffing petulantly like an adorably disgruntled child. “It’s her fault anyways. I was happy with her classes, but no, apparently, I have to try something new. Like why can’t I just be boring and predictable in peace?”
A light chuckle from the alpha erupts in the quiet room. “Kim Namjoon? Boring and predictable? That’s not true, I don’t think that’s right.” Momo says, as-a-matter-of-fact. “And you’ve taken Jihyo’s class twice already, and mine, three times. It’s only a matter of time before you get bored of bouncing between our sessions. You’re far too talented to be limited to just hip-hop and contemporary.”
Namjoon resists huffing again. So what if he’s mostly taken Momo’s hip-hop and Jihyo’s contemporary classes in the year and a half he’s been going to this dance studio? So much so that he’s formed a deep friendship between the two alpha dance teachers that he’s now very comfortable with despite their opposing subgenders. What matters is he’s dancing, right? Who cares if it’s repetitive?
Apparently, Jihyo and Momo minded. These two made it a point to go to Nayeon, personally banning Namjoon from joining their classes again, and well, secretly signing him up to this new class that the 21:29 Dance Studio is recently offering.
“I’m just nervous, okay?” Namjoon finally admits. “I don’t know who’s teaching this new class, and well, remember the last time I went to another class with another alpha? I didn’t feel very comfortable with them as much as I did with you and Jihyo. I just don’t want a repeat of history.”
Momo stares at Namjoon through the floor-length changing mirror a little sympathetically, thankfully buying his shallow excuse. Well, Namjoon will admit that that is indeed a part of the reason why he’s taking so long to get out. But, more than that, he actually had another episode.
Another bout of insecurity, that is.
The classes Namjoon’s been signed up to this time of spring is a dance that is supposedly called femme. An increasingly popular dance style nowadays that some may also call Vogue, but the point of the dance is simple: it’s sexy, alluring, seductive, and confident.
Everything Namjoon is not.
It started to weigh him down more when he arrived 30 minutes earlier than intended before the first class began. Despite the sudden and perhaps unwanted shift, Namjoon had somewhat been excited for his new classes. He had read up about the dance and was quite intrigued by it. He had no idea if he could deliver, but Namjoon had always been a fighter. He arrived with the grit to at least try.
That was until he arrived and saw his new classmates already gathered outside the main rooms.
Every single one of them was stunning.
Changing and shower rooms were separated by sub-gender then gender, meaning three large rooms (for either alphas, betas, or omegas) were each divided into two (boys and girls). So Namjoon was able to catch a glimpse of his new classmates, and he… he didn’t expect to feel so small.
Since this new class was a dance that mostly dwelled on femme fatale, most of the students had been women. Actually, Namjoon was the only male omega around. And every one of those women’s figures were defined, lithe, and slender. Very sexy. It was the kind of sexy that was expected from a typical omega—expected from a person like Namjoon.
But he’s not. Namjoon is very far from those people.
Where they are slender, Namjoon is voluminous. Thick. He is stuffed and bulky where they are toned and lean. Those dancers had been dainty and petite, while Namjoon stood at six feet tall. Those women’s waists were thinner than Namjoon’s single thigh and as he changed into his tights and dark grey singlet, he couldn’t help but feel ridiculously out of place.
He couldn’t help but feel those old insecurities creeping back on him, thus, Namjoon resorted to hiding deep inside the changing rooms until Momo resolved to find him.
“Well if it helps, I know Nayeon eonnie personally vouched for this new teacher.” Momo appeases the omega, knowing full well that the last time Namjoon opted for a change, things hadn’t gone very smoothly. But still, if Namjoon could brave that, then Momo had full faith that Namjoon is strong enough to get through this too. “Plus, Nayeon said that he’s an omega. So I hope that could make you feel a little bit better.”
Surely enough, the omega perks up. “He? An omega? Really?”
Namjoon is in no way discriminating, but, male omega dancers have always been a rarity. Namjoon has only met enough of them to count on the fingers of his hands and he’d still have a few left. More so, there hasn’t been any male omega teachers since he started attending classes here, so Namjoon’s actually surprised and a little excited. It’ll be nice to have someone like him around.
I just hope he won’t be mean to me like some of those other guys, Namjoon thought silently. He’s had experiences with male omegas that were far daintier than him, and they’ve always looked down upon Namjoon and his bulking build. I hope he will be kind.
Momo takes Namjoon’s excitement in stride. “Yes, he’s a male omega like you, Joonie. So come on, let’s go and meet him. I’ll drop you off of your class, alright?” She stands up, extending a hand towards the omega with an encouraging smile.
But before Namjoon connects their hands, he looks up at this alpha who was once his teacher and is now one of his dearest friends. “Momo-yah, if he’s mean, do you promise that you’ll finally un-ban me from your class and let me go back?”
The alpha grins. “You bet. I do miss having your cute little ass popping and locking in my studio.” She teases, causing Namjoon to poke her on her sides. “And if he’s mean, then we’ll get Jihyo, don’t worry. Just one smack down to her tits and they’re dead. Trust me, those melons have given several people several concussions.”
Both Momo and Namjoon burst out into laughter at the imagery, before the omega finally entwines his hand with Momo’s awaiting one. He allows the alpha to finally drag him out of the locker rooms. Namjoon will admit, though he is far from helpless and weak, it does make him feel better to know that there are at least two people in this building that he could always rely on.
Two friends that may coddle him sometimes, but have always pushed Namjoon out of his comfort zone.
For now, Namjoon forgets about his fears, focusing instead on the excitement bubbling in his system and the prospective new dance style he ought to learn.
(And maybe at the new male omega teacher he was about to meet.)
When Momo finally drops him off at the designated dance studio, Namjoon is slightly disappointed when he realizes that the teacher still isn’t there. But that disappointment quickly fades away when he sees a familiar face, one that's already waving at him from the other corner of the room.
“Oh Namjoon-ah, you’re here too?!”
Seokjin almost toppled over when Namjoon suddenly attacked him in a bear hug. But the beta only laughed, meeting Namjoon’s hug with equal strength, causing the people around them to stare at the broad pair.
“Hyungie, hi, you didn’t tell me you were taking this class.” Namjoon exclaims, suddenly feeling so much better knowing that he already has a friend here.
“Sana convinced me actually,” Seokjin smiles, talking about the other part owner of the 21:29 Dance Studio that was also his cousin. “She said there weren’t enough boys in this class and to maybe give it a shot.”
Both Namjoon and Seokjin look around the studio. True enough, on the other end of the room, there is only one other man around. He has his back currently turned to Seokjin and Namjoon as he stretched, but so far, the omega could tell that there were only three of them here amidst a class of about 25-30.
Well, plus, “Momo said that the new teacher is a male omega. So I guess there’s four of us now, hyung.”
Wonder and amazement flashes in Seokjin’s eyes. “Well, I hope he comes soon then. I’m excited for this class, Sana said we might even wear heels at some point. Which reminds me, Joon-ah, wanna stretch together to make sure our ankles are ready?”
Seokjin asks as if he and Namjoon aren’t already walking towards the barre. “Sure, hyung. Let’s go.”
Namjoon and Seokjin take the few minutes they have left to chat about their lives. The last time these two shared a class was with Jihyo, some time about three months ago, so there’s a lot of catching up to do.
Seokjin had always been quite the opposite of Namjoon. Where Namjoon is shy and predictable, the beta was bold and fearless. If Namjoon was a well-known blushing mess, Seokjin’s the one who’s personally painting your cheeks red. But the best thing about the beta was that he was never rude. He never judged people for who and what they are, and what they don’t want to be.
Plus, Seokjin was very kind and funny. Namjoon never felt uncomfortable around him.
But, the beta has always been quite daring. Proven when the only other boy in the class finally turns to face them, and the beta gasps loudly.
“Oh my god, would you look at that, Joon-ah,” Seokjin murmured a little too loud, so devoid of any shame that it was Namjoon who blushed for him. “Damn he’s fucking hot. Do you think he’d be down to sucking dicks?”
Namjoon tries not to fluster, trying to keep his cool amidst the dirty talk. Knowing that this was fairly mild for Seokjin’s standards. “S-Sure, hyung, if it’s your, uh—uhm, dick, t-then I’m sure no one could say no to that.”
Seokjin seems pleased with his answer. Being a male beta meant that he had the sex organs of an alpha, as opposed to female betas who had those of omegas. And Seokjin could say so himself that he’s well endowed. But then again, Namjoon wouldn’t even know how well is well-endowed.
Not when he’s only seen one cock in his whole life. Well, not seen, even. Perhaps simply fondled over a beta’s jeans, but that’s it. Namjoon has nothing to compare with.
“I already call dibs on him, Joonie,” Seokjin says sternly as if Namjoon would even dare to look at the modern day Greek God’s way. “Oh wait, he’s coming over.”
True to his words, the other man must have noticed Seokjin and Namjoon talking loudly that he just made his way over to the two boys with a friendly grin. He was handsome, that's undeniable. But looking at him closer, Namjoon realized that he was more suited for Seokjin’s type. His hyung always had a thing for the boy-next-door vibe, someone straight out of a k-drama that could make anyone swoon.
And while Namjoon would never say no to getting slapped by Gong Yoo himself, movie star beauties weren’t his ideal type.
(He always liked those bad boys more.)
“Hey, I believe I haven’t met you guys yet,” The man says cooly, extending a hand first to Seokjin then to Namjoon. “I’m Taehyung, it’s nice to meet you.”
This close, Namjoon gets a whiff of the newcomer’s fairly strong cappuccino scent. An alpha. Seokjin’s hand lingers in Taehyung’s grasp as they exchange greetings, but Namjoon shakes the alpha’s hand as quick as he could, before basically hiding behind Seokjin’s broad shoulders. Always so shy at the face of new people, especially alphas.
“Pleased to meet you too, I’m Seokjin.” The beta grins, cheshire, eyes locked on his target. “I’m a ‘92.”
“And I’m a ‘94,” Taehyung’s eyes spark with curiosity, seemingly getting the message the beta was sending. “You’re my hyung then.” The alpha grins, before diverting his attention at an obviously timid Namjoon.
“I’m Namjoon and you both are my hyungs.” He smiles politely, feeling slightly out-of-place with how his two hyungs just started eye-fucking each other in front of the whole class. This was already very scandalous in Namjoon’s books. “I’m a ‘97, and i-it’s nice to meet you too, Taehyungie hyung.” Still, he gives the alpha a polite, dimpled smile.
Seokjin cannot blame Taehyung for that growing fondness in his eyes as he looked at this six-feet tall omega who’s trying to shrink in himself and hide behind Seokjin’s slightly smaller frame. He, too, felt that way when he first met Namjoon more than a year ago. That’s why Seokjin had always taken the omega under his wing whenever they crossed paths in classes. The urge to protect Namjoon was so strong even if everyone and their great grandmas knew that Namjoon was more than capable of bench-pressing every single person in this room.
“It’s so nice to meet you guys, really, how long have you two been friends?” Taehyung asks with obvious interest.
“A year more or less, we met here in the dance studio but in some other class.” Seokjin answers for them, knowing full well that Namjoon gets really silent in front of new people. “How about you? What brought you here, Taehyung-ssi?”
“Oh me? Well, you see that girl over there—” Taehyung points to a tall and beautiful young woman with the body of a model. Her perfect hourglass figure was on display as she stretched her long and slender limbs in a crop top and fitted leggings. “—That’s Tzuyu, she’s my sister. She asked me to come along with her here since it’s her first time in this studio, and I really got nothing much to do anyways. I needed the physical exercise too, so I said ‘why not’?”
“She’s so pretty,” Namjoon blurts out in awe, eyes transfixed at the way she stretches so gracefully against the barre. “You two are actually so good looking, is that normal in your family, hyung?”
Namjoon only realizes belatedly exactly what he’s said when both Seokjin and Taehyung emitted soft giggles of fondness. He’s a little mortified, really, but Taehyung only takes the compliment in stride.
“Oh why thank you, Namjoon-ssi,” Taehyung chuckles, sharing a look with Seokjin as they both tried not to coo at the obviously reddened cheeks of the omega. It was just the Namjoon-effect, he’s really so cute. “But between you and me, I think I’m objectively the prettier sibling.”
Taehyung even does an imaginary hairflip, and that causes a soft chuckle to emit from Namjoon’s lips too. His humiliation is easily forgotten.
“Well, that’s still up for debate,” Seokjin quips, and Taehyung raises a brow at him in amusement. “I look at people’s beauty from the way they dance, so we ought to see Taehyung-ssi.”
Taehyung takes the bait, smirking at the beta. “Well then you might want to prepare your towel, hyung,” He says, a little cocky that’s just enough to be charming. “I wouldn’t want you to drool when you start seeing me dance.”
Now that is exactly Seokjin’s type. The beta returns his smirk, equally as smug. “Be careful. I could probably put on a better show.”
Namjoon tries not to roll his eyes at the pair. He wouldn’t put it past these two to suddenly start emitting pheromones like some pre-historic apes with the amount of sexual tension simmering between them. But before Namjoon could say another word, the door to their studio finally opens, and everyone falls silent at the sight of the newcomer.
Of their teacher, it seems.
Of their drop-dead gorgeous, smoking hot, and insanely (sexily) inked teacher.
Oh dear lord.
“Good afternoon, everyone, I’m sorry I ran two minutes late,” The omega grins, assured but not arrogant, slowly taking all his students in until his eyes land onto the group of three boys. The teacher’s smile widens. “But I see that everyone has made use of their time, huh? That’s good, I’m glad you guys have already started stretching. I’m Jeon Jungkook, by the way, and I will be your teacher for the next sixteen sessions of your Femme classes. It’s absolutely nice to meet you all.”
Jungkook ends with a deep bow, and the rest of the class follows, greeting their teacher back. But not Namjoon though, he stands frozen, as stiff as a rod, as he stares at this handsome spectacle of a human being.
It took Seokjin not-so-subtly smacking his back to remind Namjoon to show some respect, and the omega hears Taehyung giggling softly again as Namjoon squeaks in embarrassment and bows, no doubt finding amusement at how wonderstruck Namjoon was.
It’s not his fault, really. Jeon Jungkook was an angel among men. With his deep voice and ultra toned body, Namjoon immediately deduced that beyond dancing, this man probably does other things to maintain his gorgeous physique. Things that Namjoon no longer wanted to think about for the sake of his own sanity. Not that Jungkook’s tattooed arms blatantly displayed thanks to his black tank top wasn’t already giving Namjoon some wonderful ideas.
“You know,” Seokjin coughs out, voice low just enough for the omega to hear. Jungkook was still going around saying something, and Namjoon was still looking at their teacher like he wanted to melt off Jungkook’s muscles like a soft serve ice cream on a hot summer day. Or maybe Namjoon wanted to lick it, who knows. “When Taehyung mentioned getting a towel, I should have probably grabbed you a bucket instead, Namjoon-ah,” Seokjin fails to hold back a small chuckle, raising a thumb to Namjoon’s lips, mimicking the motion of wiping away some saliva from the corner of his lips. “You’re drooling.”
That snaps Namjoon out of his ice cream-induced haze, emitting a low, embarrassed sound from the back of his throat. “Huh, I, w-what—” He starts to squeak out, “No, don’t be r-ridiculous, hyung. I-I was just caught off guard. He’s nothing like what I expected.”
Taehyung could barely hear them, but going by the incredibly reddened cheeks of his new tallest acquaintance, he had a pretty good inkling on what Seokjin and Namjoon were talking about.
It didn’t help that Seokjin was quite relentless in his teasing. “Hmm, if you say so, Joonie-yah. I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything. But he’s better than your expectations, right?”
The sparkle in Seokjin’s eyes showed that he already knew the answer. Besides, all anyone had to do was to look at the apples of Namjoon’s cheeks, as red as their new teacher’s sexy and luscious lips that Namjoon better stop staring at lest he wanted to leave this session without his dignity intact.
It’s just so hard, alright? Jungkook was nothing like the omega Namjoon imagined. Which is quite unfair by the way, given that Namjoon was an omega that’s mostly misunderstood too. Thanks to his gruff build and looming height, Namjoon was more often than not mistaken as an alpha. And to be honest, Jungkook could have been, too.
But he was an omega. Jungkook was an omega that’s exactly Namjoon’s type.
Tall but still smaller than him, kind, and sweet. Throughout the session, Namjoon saw how passionate the omega was in his job, equally as brilliant as his craft. If Seokjin judged people from how well they danced, then Jungkook should have dethroned Snow White by now. He would be the fairest of them all. Jeon Jungkook was sexy, alluring, and so goddamn gorgeous, Namjoon didn’t know how he exactly survived the two hour session without creaming his tights.
The omega tries to tell himself that he should probably keep his views and opinions professional. Seonsaengnim was definitely respectful, and Namjoon could definitely take a page out of his thick book. Jungkook was so patient with his students, encouraging them without babying anyone, and he’s such a nice and fiery spirit that managed to hype everyone up during their lively routine without being overbearing.
God, and did Namjoon mention that Jungkook had to be perfect while literally being blessed with the hottest body and most exquisite face Namjoon has ever come across?
Seokjin was right, Jungkook might not have been what he expected. But for Namjoon, he’s—“Much, much better.”