3 - Low Born And Orphan

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“Jimin-ah,” Taehyung calls out as he leans back against the tree, looking over the lake which reflects the moonlight, “what did you say to him?”

“I just promised him something.” Jimin shrugs as he throws another rock disturbing the still water as the perfect reflection ruins. “I mean I didn't even need to promise it, I knew it would happen anyway.”

Taehyung looks at Jimin, stopping him from throwing another stone. “What?”

“How many times are you going to ask me this?”

“Until you answer me.”

Jimin bites his lip, he has been avoiding answering throughout the day. But right now it's difficult to do so. He sighs. 

He thinks about all the pros and cons, he wonders if he should let Taehyung know that his fate is doomed being Jeongguk's mate. One more time he looks at Taehyung.

“I know of his mate.” He states, cautiously. 

Taehyung's eyebrows shoot up, almost touching his hairline. “I don't see a mark on him.” He frowns trying to remember if he recollects seeing a mark on Jeongguk's neck.

It's impossible to get a whiff of Jeongguk's scent because he is always drowning in scent blockers. He has never met with an omega who doesn't flaunt his sweet scent. Taehyung doubts if anybody apart from his family at all knows what his scent is.

“His mate doesn't know yet.” Jimin sighs as he looks ahead, he mulls over it again and again. ‘Shouldn't I tell him? I shouldn't. Should I? What difference will it make? A lot. It will happen anyways, I should tell him. I really shouldn't.’ His mind is too loud for him, he closes his eyes and leans back on his hands, palms digging in the moist grass below him.

“Who is it?” Taehyung tilts his head, staring at Jimin waiting for an answer but Jimin doesn't answer him. “Jimin?”

Jimin bites his lips and opens his eyes. He looks at Taehyung again, mind is just so loud he cannot decide if he should really let Taehyung know of his mate now. There are still ten days until Taehyung's birthday. It's like a countdown hanging right over his head.

“It's…” hesitation again makes his tongue heavy, he does try to say it but the words just escape him. He can't understand why he can't just say it. “It's…”

“Why are you hesitating so much?” Taehyung holds Jimin's hands because they are trembling, he watches as sweat breaks through Jimin's forehead even when the winds are so cold that Taehyung can feel it through his heavy coat. “Jimin-ah, is it…?”

Jimin stares at Taehyung, eyes wide. He can't believe Taehyung figured it out, he just inhales a deep breath and nods.

“Oh,” Taehyung nods, “why didn't you tell? Your birthday was in October and you lied to me—”

“What?” Jimin snatches his hand back.

“You lied to me saying you haven't found your mate.”

“The fuck? I'm not his mate!” 

“Thank heavens.” Taehyung placed a palm on his chest. “Fuck,” he breathes out, “you scared me.” 

“You are.”

“Huh?”

“You are.”

“I'm what?”

Jimin shrugs. “It’s you.” He whispers watching as Taehyung's face drains from all of the blood and his pupils shrink in until all he can see is the blue of his iries. It's a bit terrifying when Taehyung's eyes do that. The blue in them makes Jimin shiver.

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