Pack Leader - Rap line

On His Own

It's Namjoon's first day alone. Having been kicked out of his family pack to go form his own.

Well he's not really truly alone. He has it better off than most newly kicked out alpha's, he live in his parents second apartment. A sky rise in the heart of Seoul.

4 bedrooms 3 full bath and one half. Floor to ceiling windows in the living room leading out to a balcony. It's a nice place but feels far too empty for one person.

So Namjoon finds himself staying at the bar he works at after his shift ends, finding the big empty apartment too lonely for his liking. He has always wanted a big pack even as a kid always dreamed of setting down with one or two omegas and having lots of little kids running around.

Raising baby Omegas, how cute and small they would be. Baby alphas, big and strong maybe even hurting the pregnant Omega. It's rare but it happens, baby Alpha growing so big inside the Omega that it causes damage to the Omega.

Namjoon hopes that won't happen. Doesn't want his prescious omegas getting hurt.

Namjoon sighs and wipes down a counter racking up more unnecessary overtime. The bar is basically empty it's just him and the owner working. Maybe three people in the bar.

It's early in the morning, around 5 when an omega walks in the smell of oranges and cinnamon strong and sharp like the Omega is in distress.

Namjoon's instincts wanting to jump over the counter and pull the Omega in, to cradle him into his arms. To make sure he is alright. Namjoon holds the feeling down knowing that his instructs would get him into trouble.

"How can I help you?" Namjoon's eyes rack over the small Omega, who he thinks is a guy. Large hoody pulled over his head practically drowning the Omega.

"You guys have a first aid kit?" His voice giving it away. Deep and calm despite the smell he is giving off. "Ya it's in the back. Follow me." Namjoon flips open a latch behind the counter unlocking the door in the counter.

The omega follows him with obvious caution into the back room, poorly lit even with the light on. Namjoon grabs a big red box from under the dusty old desk and opens it up. "What do you need?"

The Omega flips his hood of the hoody off to reveal a cut on his right eye going from just above his eye brow to stopping just below his nose. "Something to clean this out."

Again Namjoon has to hold his instructions back calming himself down. Eyes racking along the Omegas face taking in every detail from the cut to the pretty pink of his lips. Its too dark to see all the details but Namjoon can tell that the man is beautiful. Probably the prettiest Omega he's ever seen.

He digs through the big box and grabs some alcohol and q-tips. "How'd that happen?"

"Dumb alpha's thought it would be fun or corner an unclaimed Omega in an alley way. Thought they were gonna get lucky when I came along." The Omega scuffs and rolls his eyes.

"Hate Alphas like that. Thank you for stepping in." Namjoon says dipping q-tip in some alcohol. "Close you eyes." The Omega does and Namjoon holds a cotton ball over his eye just in case the alcohol drips. "Tell me if it hurts too much."

The Omega is completely silent the whole time Namjoon is cleaning the cut. "Why didn't you go to a hospital? I'm sure your Alpha wouldn't be happy you coming home smelling like a bar."

The Omega pulls the neck of his jacket aside to show off his neck. "I'm unclaimed, don't have the right to hospitals yet."

Namjoon just nods and looks through the box for a bandage that would work. "Do you have a safe place to stay?" The Omega nods. "Three blocks west from here."

"Close you eyes again." Namjoon instructs folding a few pieces of gauze into a small rectangle. The Omega does and Namjoon tapes the gauze to his face than does the same with his forehead.

"Do you want someone to walk you there?" Namjoon asks taking note of the change in the Omegas sent. No longer sharp, it's sweeter now the orange taking over.

"No thank you, my landlord is very strict. If she even sees me with an Alpha than I could loose my apartment." Namjoon frowns but understands.

Most landlords are like that with unclaimed Omegas. Not wanting to deal with the potential of having a baby in the apartment, or late night breeding.

Namjoon hates it, he wishes Omegas have the same rights as Alphas or Betas do. "Well if you ever need anything I am pretty much always here so feel free to stop by anytime. Would happily patch you up again."

"I might just take up that offer." The Omega smiles, "My name is Yoongi." Unclaimed and outside of his family pack, so no surname. Namjoon smiles as well. "Kim Namjoon. It's a pleasure to meet you Yoongi."