eyes don't lie // omegaverse +reader insert

one

(Y/n) wiped the blood off her hands onto her jeans. The oozing blood of the Alpha laid before her, head spilled open from the blade of her machete. It was a gruesome and sweet sight. No longer were his Pheromones as strong, his human body all that was left.

Someone whistled, making the (h/n)ette turn her back. Out creeping out of the shadows, a man with pure white hair, eyes daring, and windbreaker stained with dried blood as well.

"I'll take it... you're not new at this?" He asked, his busan accent edging his syllables. The man stunk with the smell of Omega. He'd been in the brothel. The girl assumed immediately.

Her gaze darted over him, scanning him of weapons and possible dangers. "Take your hands out of your pockets." (Y/n) said boldly, earning another whistle from the man.

"How authoritative." He grinned, slipping his pale hands out and pulling them upwards. (Y/n) crinkled her nose, taking a step back. "You stink like the brothel."

The man chuckled, "You got quite the mouth for an Omega." His words made (Y/n) confused. She had assumed he was an Omega. Or a low beta. He didn't seem very intimidating. He looked gentle despite his arms, his pale and snowy complexion seeming fragile.

That didn't mean she should underestimate him. Even the prettiest flowers can kill a grown man.

She knew it.

"Who are you?" She asked, pointing the blade of her machete in his direction. The man stepped closer, although, "Call me Joonie." He pulled out a nine mm, pointing it square at her forehead. "Drop the machete little one."

(Y/n) didn't budge. She clicked her tongue, pulling the blade back and sheathing it. Machetes were expensive nowadays.

"I thought I told you to drop it." Joonie didn't pull his gun back, the barrel aimed towards her. She repiled, "You saw I killed a man. If you're a cop, arrest me. I don't care." The man lowered his gun, turning his attention to the Alpha who bled out.

"You took down over five alphas alone.."

(Y/n) took a step back, "they were drugged or intoxicated." Joonie crouched down, hovering over the dead Alpha, and dipped his fingers into the gash. Surprising and disgusting the girl.

She nearly recoiled when he brought his fingers to his lips. "Okay, what the fuck-"

"Alphas have high drug and alcohol tolerance. They could've reacted faster." Joonie sucked on his fingers, standing and making eye contact with her. "You're not so weak."

(Y/n) glared at him, "I don't care about that stuff. I went a little overboard - "

"You a serial nut or something?" Joonie asked, wiping his fingers on his windbreaker. "Are you a cop? Or are you just nosey." (Y/n) responded, being taken aback when he pulled her forward by the elbow.

"The fuck are you doing-" She responded, feeling his nose brush along her neck. He's checking for a mark.

"Get off me!" (Y/n) reached down, and with the butt of her machete, she hit his stomach, square in the center. Joonie groaned, allowing the girl a chance to escape - (Y/n) made a break for it.

As the smell of the brothel slowly left her senses, the girl breathed in relief.

Whatever the fuck that was. She wasn't hunting there again. Weirdos like him were best to avoid, act like you don't know or see them. (Y/n) walked to her apartment complex, ignoring her landlord's daughter, who handled the front desk, and had a huge attitude when it came to Omegas.

The woman said nothing when the Omega stepped inside, merely side-eyeing her, and returning her attention to her magazine.

She seems to be in a good mood.

(Y/n) pressed in the code to her mailbox and took put the various slips of money out of the envelopes. She stopped in front of the desk and dinged the bell. Only for the beta in front of her to ignore her. (Y/n) Rang the bell again to catch her attention, only earning a scowl.

"What do you want!" The woman groaned, "Can't you see I'm busy -"

(Y/n) didn't have time for bickering. "Where's your dad?" The beta leaned back, adjusting herself into a comfortable position. "He's out. Oh, and your rent is overdue -"

"Yeah, yeah, he gave me crap about it. Tell him to call me to the lobby when he arrives. I'll pay the rent in cash." The twenty-one year old stated, as she turned her back, all the woman did behind her was laugh. "Hah! As if you came up with that sort of money in only a few hours!"

Yeah, as if.

(Y/n) unlocked her apartment door, comfortilty replacing her annoyance. In reality, she'd rather deal with the mistreatment than face homelessness.

Omegas didn't last very long on the streets. They're always taken in by 'friendly' organizations.

Her brother taught her everything she needed to know about those organizations. They didn't save Omegas. Any organization can say one thing, then do the complete opposite. (Y/n) had seen first hand the trade between the 'rescue' organizations.

It was hellish.

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"Where did you go this time?" The resevered Alpha standing in the doorway, asked. Joonie patted his face with cold water, "Do you smell that?" He whispered, rubbing his nose with the water.

The other Alpha tilted his head, "Smell what? You smell like a brothel."

Joonie hissed, practically dunking his head into a sink full of cold water. "Sounds to me like you're tracking someone."

(E/c) eyes crossed his mind, and the pale Alpha recoiled. Pushing himself backwards. "Fuck."

"Did you tell Sang about-"

"That Brothel's a shitload, no reasonable person is going to invest in that shit." Joonie's senses heightened as he unconsciously begged for a hunt. "Did you kill anybody?" The other Alpha asked,

Joonie turned around, making eye contact with his friend. "Give me some time alone, yeah?"

His friend scoffed, waving him off, and he left. Joonie shut the door behind him, his mind focusing on the scent and the smell of something or someone, incoming.

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