Jungkook
Studying myself in the mirror, I trace a gentle finger over my mating mark. That was my most intense heat since when I first presented as an omega. Since Jimin was on blockers so much, it was like the dam just burst and brought a tsunami. We went through our rut and heat for a little over two weeks.
Looking back, everything is so surreal. For so long, I thought Jimin would never want someone like me, a young, broke omega whose future is unsure. I mean, Jimin is obviously the better of us. He is so smart, put together, kind, perfect...
Even though Jimin promised that he's my biggest supporter, I can't help but feel like I'm living a fantasy. It's like I'm the main character in a novel that the readers are supposed to live vicariously through: unspecial, a blank canvas to act as a reader-insert rather than a true main character with growth, values, and importance. Jimin is the love interest: handsome, sexy, loving, successful, full of promise.
How could I ever be anything more than a simple omega for hire?
Tears stream down my face as I continue to trace my mark, spiralling downward.
What if we're moving too fast? What if he wants to break the bond or worse—he stays with me for my own wellbeing and we have a family and everything only for him to feel hollow while I live in blissful ignorance?
Jimin was originally my caregiver of sorts, my mentor who was to help an unknowing freshman along his first year of college. He's never stopped caring for me. He's always put me first. What if he's just doing this to make me happy?
The sound of my ringtone for Jimin brings me out of my thoughts.
I pick up, sniffling as I try to compose myself. "Ch-Chimmy? Are you okay? Shouldn't you be working?"
"It feels like I should be the one to ask you that, Jungkook. Are you okay?"
Gulping, I force a smile so that I'll sound happier. "Of course. Luckily, our rut and heat overlapped a bit with fall break, so I'm not too far behind. I've been catching up on work and sending in applications for more jobs."
"You don't have to lie about what you're feeling, Jungkook. I'm coming home."
"W-What? Why? You don't have to do tha—"
"Jungkook, you marked me back, remember? We're bonded. I can feel when you're not okay and vice versa. Neither of our parents completed the bond, but they've taught about it in health class. I know you aren't okay. I just wish you'd tell me why."
"Please come home, Jimin," I force out brokenly. "Please hold me a-and I'll talk to you. I don't want to keep things from you either."
"That's mature of you, baby. I'll hold you tight. You'll like that, right?"
A small smile makes its way to my face. "I will. Please hurry. I miss you, Jimin."
"And I, you. I love you."
Despite my internal conflict, I can't help but feel my heart take flight.
"I love you too, Park Jimin. So, so much."
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"Kookie, I'm home!" Jimin sings sweetly, coming into his bedroom, where I'm curled up in his bed, breathing in the scent of his pillow.
Pouting, I look at him and extend my arms.
With a pretty giggle, he climbs into bed and hugs me, nosing at my scent gland. The act calms my nerves tremendously and I purr, relishing in how it feels to be surrounded by that oh-so-familiar scent of morning dew. He nips at my neck lovingly and my own scent sweetens, mixing with his.
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Omega for Hire | Jikook ✓
Fanfiction"Am I not the omega of your dreams, Park Jimin?" Park Jimin was calculated. Everything he did was carefully planned and nothing less than perfect. From the clothes he picked out to his academic major, the alpha always aimed to be the very best. Thin...
