Sweet Clementine

Chapter 1- Beautiful Mistake

The light streamed into the apartment around 10 am, and of course as Yoongi rolled over it shone brightly on his face.

"Fucccckkkkk" Yoongi growled his arms going up over his face.

In his mind even with his light proof curtains there was always a gap or the fan brushed it just enough to wake him up. Not like he was leaving the apartment today.... Or in his mind ever. Yoongi was agoraphobic and only trusted a small group of people into his apartment, oddly he kept it clean and organized.

Yoongi rolled over and sat at the edge of his bed and brushed his dark hair from his eyes as he reached for his glasses on the bedside table setting them on and blinking away sleep the best he could, standing slowly and heading for the kitchen opened his fridge to retrieve his coffee to pour over ice. He sat on the barstool near his island and contemplated what to do today. Paint or produce? He has several projects to work on but no real close deadlines to worry about. Yoongi was a popular music producer but he also created avid lavish paintings he sold for absurd amounts of money, that money paying for his life needs. Well.... Most of his needs, as It was rather hard being agoraphobic and being an Alpha. Life was hard but he realized today was friday and his lip raised in a small smile. His favorite Cam boy Clementine... an omega was scheduled for a show around 6 this evening. Not only was he a big fan but the very cam boy helped him through his ruts. Not physically but Clementine sold his slick to Alphas in need, and he bought bottles and bottles to suffer through his ruts alone with a fleshlight. He never trusted anyone else in his space, but the taste and feel of his slick was euphoric to Yoongi. He could never get enough of it, it smelt and tasted just like Orange Marmalade. He would buy as much as he possibly could and it usually arrived the next day in a canister he would set in his freezer. And This was his life, but deep down Yoongi was not a happy alpha.

Yoongi decided to work on an art piece in his studio, he changed out of his pajamas and changed into some shorts and a grubby old shirt covered in paint. He also changed his glasses into some that he wore when painting, covered in splatter. He stood in front of the easel and started filling his palette with various colors of purple and blue. His color tones were always cold, he rarely used bright rich and warm colors, because his heart was never warm his friend Hobi always thought of him as cold. He Grabbed his paintbrush and started to flips and twist the brush over the canvas much like a dance, his tongue sticking into his cheek as he began to concentrate on his art and tomorrow he would work on the music he always felt better and worked more clearly after a good orgasm, and Clemetine always delivered.

He stopped to eat lunch and smiled as he checked his phone to find that Clementine had posted his teaser for the day, usually a candid photo of his outfit laying on his bed or a clip of his makeup, possibly his lush full lips covered in sticky gloss, today is was just that Clemetines lips covered in thick glossy Orange shine. Yoongi let out a low growl as he felt all the blood reach to his cock as his hand traveled down to give himself a squeeze, he imagined those beautiful lips wrapped tightly around him and started to pant. He needed a cold shower because he knew it would not be long before the cam boy started his show, and he wanted to enjoy it. He finished his lunch with a raging hard on forming a tent in his shorts. Lucky no one ever saw him like this as he walked by his front door that had 5 solid locks on it. He took his cold shower and calmed down and glanced at his calendar looking for when his rut was due, no wonder he was so out of control only 2 weeks away. He hated his ruts; they were always so horrible not having an omega to serve him during those days. If he got desperate enough he would use a service, who would send a clean omega to serve the alpha during his rut, but He had to be seriously desperate for that, sometimes he would even ask his Doctor for something to curb the need.

He rubbed his hands over his face and sighed deeply. His expression was nothing. Mouth flat, eyes dull and lifeless he was just a sad Alpha with no will to just live his lonely life alone, but deep down he wanted what any alpha wanted in this world, A beautiful omega to call his own and one day, possibly pups of his own to fill his world with happiness and brightness. He Blamed his Appa for everything he went through as he was the reason Yoongi became the shut in he was. Always talking about this sickness and that, telling him even Alpha's can get mugged in an alley walking home from work. Yoongi was strong, he worked out at least 3 times a week to keep himself healthy, he had nothing to worry about in that way but it was drilled into his brain. His last relationship made it all worse, the Omega was beautiful and Yoongi really fell deeply, but she never felt the same for him, she did not like how rough he would tend to be in bed, especially during his ruts which actually was natural. She drove him down and made him feel so worthless he just didn't want the world to see him unless he had to do it. Anxiety struck him when he was outside of his place, he managed when he had too but otherwise he used grocery services or asked his dearest friend Hobi to run errands and paid him well for it.