Our Perfect Omega | ᵒᵗ⁷

⸸ Chapter 6 ⸸

Namjoon abruptly stood up from the small couch in the hospital room. "You said your name was Jinju?" He asked, the smell of anger filling the room. "Th- That's what the woman called me. She called my dad, Sanju." Everyone looked at him, a sour smell of anger, sadness and frustration filling the room. "W- What's going on? Wh- Why are you all so angry?" Namjoon growled before throwing the door open and leaving the room. Chunho jumped and frowned, "T- Tae-" Taehyung too stood up, "Don't." Chunho's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as everyone also stood and began to leave. "W- Where are you all going?" Chunho wiggled out of his blanket, standing to his feet on once again, wobbly legs. "Don't leave me!"

Chunho began sobbing as he took 6 steps, collapsing at the door next to Seokjin's feet as his omega started to take over. "Hyung, p- pwease. P- pwease don' weave oh- omega." Seokjin pulled his leg away, "I knew it was too good to be true." He said, walking away. "Alphas! D- Don' weave Omega! Omega sowy!" Chunho began sobbing even louder, crying in confusion as a female nurse lifted him from the floor. The nurse laid him in bed, "Do you have anyone who you can call to come over here to sit with you here? I can smell your heat coming." Chunho shook his head, sobbing harder.

"I'll stay with him." A voice came from the doorway, "Yoongi hyung?!" The nurse bowed as she passed him, "Don't touch me. I just don't think it's right they left you without explaining anything." Chunho pulled back the hand he had subconsciously reached out towards him. "You're father was close with all of our's, defying our father's during the economic war of 1980. He tried to overthrow our fathers, many of our family members were killed in the process. We only know you're his kid, because your mom was a politician we grew up knowing and her son's name was Jinju. Your father's name is Sanju and he was one of the toughest mafia men in Korea. He probably sold you to Yohan after you showed as an omega." Yoongi said, leaning against the wall under the tv in the room. "B- But omega have nothing to d- do with him! Omega don't kn- know what that man did, Omega don't even f- fully 'member him! How alphas just l- leave omega?! You're omega's a- alphas! Omega c- can't live without you! P_ Pwease don't leave omega, Alpha!"

Yoongi sighed, "I won't leave you, right now. But I can't be with someone related to him. I don't think the others can either, we all lost someone dear to us. I'll get you your own apartment, a car, a collar and a job. The collar will have my name on it, but you are to never see us again." Chunho continued to cry, his heart breaking at the thought of being alone after years of being surrounded by more than one person. He nodded in the end, accepting his future's loneliness.

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6 months have passed and Yoongi kept his promise. He bought Chunho a nice apartment, a nice car, a collar with a tag saying his name and a well paying job. But after being alone for so long, Chunho became cold. His heats became regulated and his demeanor changed, his scent only smells like apples now unless he's in heat. "Fuck love." Is his new tattoo that decorated his knuckles. His collar went from a plain leather strap to a spiked collar, his cute oversized clothes turned to tight tops and skirts, unless he was at work. His hair went from long and covering his eyes, to a deep blue mullet that was long enough it only rested against his neck.

His Oxford platforms turned to platformed and heeled combat boots. He was very aggressive and taught himself to fight, and how to use a gun. But deep down, Chunho was still a soft, scared and lonely omega bunny. His bed was full of stuffed animals and his movie/tv show list was full of soft romantic movies and anime. His work attire showed off some of his curves, resorting to loose pants to cover his wide hips and thick thighs. If anyone saw him outside of work, they wouldn't recognize him at first.

He started as an assistant to a Property and Evidence Technician, soon working his way up to the role itself. So, button up shirts, ties and wide legged slacks are his work attire. Speaking of work, Chunho was slicking his mullet back and placing a brimless black hat on. "No. I can't go this weekend. Besides, I told you. Clubs aren't my scene." A female voice came through the phone, "Ya Ya Ya! You're the type to sit on an isolated cliff and stare into the sky. I KNOW!" A woman at his job shared the same last name as him, immediately letting her use it as an excuse for the female alpha to attach herself to him, Ku Sumin. "Noona. Calm down, this Friday we can go see a movie. Okay?"