The Mafia's Mate: Behind Every Successful Alpha is A Powerful Omega

Smile

Jimin walked into his bathroom almost lifelessly. Taking a seat in front of the mirror the omega sighs loudly.

Without a word he started his skin care routine, before the twins wake up for their first feeding.

Weeks without the Alpha has been hard. He misses the scent of the older, he misses the voice of him too. But did he really want to go back to such a cocky Alpha.

Jimin loves that knuckle head with all his heart that he doesn't even realise that the reason he hasn't genuinely smile is because of the older.

Over the past week the omega had found himself slipping slowly back into depression and he felt so helpless.

Jimin was hanging on a thread that was ready to break any minute. He held out for his pups, he held out for his work, he held for his friends......and he's currently holding on out of the sake of his mate.

Yet the younger doesn't think he can do this anymore, if the Alpha can't respect him then theres no reason to be with the Alpha.

He knows that Jungkooks pride and ego are one of the most important things to the young Alpha. But is it really that important to the point whereas he wouldn't sacrifice his pride and ego for their love.

That Alpha is really something else!

Jimin had had it he's tired and he can't take this anymore, he's given up on the Alpha.

If his love truly meant something for their bond the omega would have already been wrapped up in the olders arms.

"Smile"

He desperately looked at himself in the mirror. He wants to geuniely smile to himself, but for some reason he can't.

That desperation slowly turns to anger. Why can't he fucking smile!!

"Smile dammit" he slams his hands down on the bathroom counter, head hanging low as tears prickle in his eyes.

He's so blinded by anger that he doesn't even realised theres a blade in his hands. But he doesn't care he slides it down his left wrist and a low hiss comes out of his mouth.

Its like his world slows down when he realises what he just did. The vibrant red blood trickles down his arms and lands on the white marble counter.

He sat there for minutes in a gaze as more and more blood trickled down. Suddently a loud pitch cry knocked him out of his haze.

"Fuck!" He quickly washes cold water over his wrist and hurries over to the crying baby.

He quickly grabs Han-gyeol and rocks him slowly getting the kid to quiet down.

The young Alpha scent gets more prominent as he opens his eyes to look up at his crying dada.

"You look just like your appa" he chuckles.

Han-gyeol only whines softly as more tears fall from Jimin's face.

Jimin finally notices that his scent was a little sour, which probably troubled the Alpha.

"I'm fine, shush don't cry little man" he coos and places kisses all over the pups face.

                                                            

Jimin smiles at the memory, whiles his hands go unconsciously up at his wrist which he had slit the morning before he threaten his bond with the Alpha.