The Useless Omega: Kim Namjoon x Reader

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Y/N Pov

I wake up, the sun blaring in through my shutters. I groan and turn over, not wanting to leave my bed yet, but eventually the low hunger in my stomach convinces me to get up. I grab some clothes and change. Then I go into the joint bathroom, making sure Jimin isn't in there and do my business.

When I walk out of my room, I am greeted by Jin, who almost bumps into me in the skinny hallway while heading to his room. He smiles and waves, and I do the same. I make my way to the kitchen and rummage through the fridge to find some bread, jam and peanut butter. I pop the toast and while that is toasting I grab a glass and put some orange juice in it.

I take a swig and smile with my eyes closed relishing in the taste. I haven't had orange juice in so long. Being on the run means you don't exactly have a five-star meal every time you need to eat. I had forgotten how good it tasted. Just when I was in the middle of my orange juice fantasy the toast pops, scaring me. I jump a little bit before setting the glass on the table and making my pb&j. I take my plate and glass to the table and sit down to enjoy my breakfast.

Just then I hear Taehyung and Jimin dashing down the hallway. My eyes widen in surprise as they hastily run to the door and throw on their coats and shoes. They dash out the door without even looking at me, and that whole process took less than 30 seconds. They must be late for work.

Work. They work. I should work. I don't want to sit and lounge around all day. I want to earn some money and be independent. I admit, I wasn't the best at school, only getting average grades. However, I am skilled in other aspects of life, mostly things that had to do with my hands. I happen to be an exemplary seamstress, and can mend anything. I can even make garments from scratch, without a pattern! I liked sewing not only because I was good at it, but because it kept the fidgeting in my hands at bay. It gave my fingers something to focus on and kept my anxiety at bay. So that's what I did when I finished school. My parents didn't force me to pursue more education and I was grateful for that. I got a job at the tailor, and spent my days there. I had racked up quite the reputation, designing custom dresses for the rich girls, and sewing them all myself.

I had it real good, back in my old pack. I even had a boyfriend. I liked him very much, and he hadn't marked me yet, we were waiting to get married to do that, as it is tradition in my pack. However, sex wasn't off the table, and yes we did it. And that's where it got messy. I had gone to the doctor, for a check up, to make sure everything was ok down there, and he ended up discovering something that destroyed my life. All it took was once sentence.

"You have polycystic ovary syndrome, you are infertile." I remember the doctor saying. My entire world came crumbling down on top of me.

An infertile omega. That was the ultimate insult to being an omega. Omegas are meant to carry pups, and I couldn't do that. The one thing I was called to do by nature, and it wasn't possible. Infertile omegas are so rare, I doubt anyone in my 50000 people pack even know what 'infertile' means. Since no one ever has it, there was no way to treat it. Apparently, it had entirely took over both my ovaries, rendering them useless. And that's where the names began.

The useless omega.

I never told anyone, so I don't know how, but the word got out. And I was an instant outcast. People I used to call friends now refused to talk to me. My own parents were ashamed of me, not even looking me in the eye. I even got fired from my job. They said they couldn't have "someone like me" working at their fine establishment. My boyfriend broke up with me. And God, did that hurt like hell. He didn't even have the guts to say it to my face. He just called me and shortly explained how he couldn't be with someone who couldn't bear pups. The nickname "the useless omega" was the only thing everyone knew me by.

It got so bad that I couldn't even go in public without the fear of someone coming and beating me up. It happened once, when the news first broke. I was walking home from work and two alphas beat me half to death. I barley made it home, and when I did my parents made no effort to help me. When I got beat up the second time, a month later, while getting some groceries, I decided that if I wanted to live, I had to leave.

That very night, I packed the most important stuff I owned into a bag, and took as much money as I had stashed away and left in the night. I doubt when everyone woke up the next morning that they even cared. There was never any evidence of people looking for me, never any search squads, no police. Nothing. I knew it was the right thing to do, but there was no doubt that it stung my heart.

I decided to head north, not really having a plan. I barley survived for months until I fell asleep under that oak tree, where Namjoon and his friends found me.

Recalling these memories tore my heart from my body and I didn't even notice that I had started shaking, my eyes welling up with tears. I wiped them away and finished eating and washing my dishes, then went immediately back to my room and curled up in bed. I silently sob into the pillow, still not over the hurt.

I had no time to grieve, everything happened so fast. I pushed it aside while I was on the run. The only thing in my mind was finding the next meal, or a decent place to build a shelter for the night. Now that I am settled somewhere, it finally hits me. And it hits in waves and waves of pain. Every wave makes me cry harder, and every wave is something different I'm crying about. It hurts in my head and my heart and my chest and I can barley catch my breath.

I push myself further into the bed and let myself cry it all out.

Seokjin POV

I'm doing some work on my laptop when I hear soft crying across the hall. I stop and listen, trying to figure out who it is. I realize its Y/N and I quickly rush to her room to see what happened.

I slowly and hesitantly open the door and I see a sad sight. There she is, curled up in a ball in her bed, crying. I don't even attempt to approach her, because she is still not that comfortable with me yet. She doesn't even notice me, to caught up in her own world, and I close the door before calling Namjoon.

The phone rings twice and he picks up.

"Hey Hyung? Hows it going?" He says rather cheerfully.

"Somethings wrong with Y/N. Shes crying and I don't know why, she was fine when she woke up." I say in a worried tone.

"I'm coming." Is all he says before the line goes dead.