taeontae
Jonghyun a newly presented omega, runs away from his pack in hopes for a better future.
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When Jonghyun was 15 he showed the first signs of presenting as an omega, for days he had felt more sensitive than usual, his temperature was spiking and on the day he saw the first spots of blood on his sheets he trembled in fear. He saw what they did to omegas, treated as nothing more than a piece of property for the head alpha to have his way with, sire a pup or two and then they were passed around the rest of the alphas in the pack like a whore.
He looked around the large room that housed the rest of the children in the village around his age. If he was lucky none of them had caught a whiff of him yet. It was his first heat, and early in the cycle too. An older alpha would pick up on it but so far none of the others had shown signs of being alpha or beta, or in the unlucky case omega.
Light had barely begun to break when Jonghyun quietly crept out of the home, he brought only what he could carry with him and made his way to the edge of the village. Fortune smiled on him as he made it to the main road without running into anyone. He had no way to explain why he was out this early with a large satchel on his back, and a bunch of herbs stuffed in his pants in a vain attempt to try to hide the growing scent of his pheromones. He knew it was dangerous to venture out alone but he couldn't imagine it could be any worse than what he's seen happen here. The young omega was willing to take his chances.
What Jonghyun hadn't known was what to expect from his first heat. He was young and naive and the elders of the village never bothered to go into the details of what happened to omegas when they presented. It was never important. They were taken off immediately to be claimed, what their bodies went through wasn't knowledge that was deemed necessary by the rest of the population. By nightfall two days later Jonghyun's heat was coming on him full force, scared and alone he found shelter in a nearby cave and prayed that it wasn't inhabited by any other beasts. He curled into himself and hoped he would be able to handle this on his own.
He was awakened days later, a light splash of water to his clammy and dirty face.
"Is he dead?"
The omega felt a nudge to his feet.
"Taemin stop. No he's not dead. You can hear his heartbeat and his breathing."
"Yeah, well why isn't he moving?"
There was another nudge to his feet, harder this time.
"Taemin!" The other voice was soft but clearly annoyed by the other one there.
There was more water on his face and suddenly Jonghyun realized through the fog, through the aches in his body, the grimy tiredness that he was so so thirsty. He opened his mouth hoping to feel a few drops of the heaven sent liquid on his tongue.
"There we go." There was that voice again. "If you sit up, there's more where that came from."
Jonghyun rolled to the sound of the person talking and opened his eyes. He had to blink a few times before things started to focus. A boy maybe his age was knelt next to him holding a leather canteen. He reached for it, his mouth dry and throat parched, half expecting to see his hand knocked away. But it was a surprise when he felt the leather in his palm and was allowed to hold it, his body protested when he tried to sit up but he managed enough to bring the canteen to his lips and drink. The liquid sliding down his throat felt like salvation. He stopped when nothing was left, panting as he handed the leather bag back to the boy.
"How long have you been here?"
"I don't know." Jonghyun croaked.
"You're an omega." It came out as only a statement but Jonghyun recoiled as if he was being threatened by it.
