So Far Away

Marked

Yoongi's point of view

We were sitting on the couch watching some horror film Misuna had found a few days before. It honestly was a bit psychotic. This young man around the age of 23 was stalking this girl, she was a writer just fresh from college. He wrote the things he planned to do to her and the details were a little gruesome. I turn and expect to see Misuna hiding under a blanket or something, but she's actually sitting up straight watching intently. The man had just caught the girl and had begun brushing against her arm and whispering in her ears with low growls. Misuna's eyes widen, not taking her eyes off of the television.

"D-Don't touch me!" the girl on TV cries as the man licks across her collar bone. I can tell Misuna is getting ideas because of her constant lip biting. She writes constantly and it was her way of showing she was taking mental notes to use in her stories.

The man on the TV laughs, deep and raspy. He promises to come back as he leaves the girl alone in the dark room.

I have to look away form Misuna's soft bottom lip being worried between her teeth. Her lashes flutter drowsily and she leans her head back exposing her milky pale neck.

"Calm down dammit, she hasn't even done anything suggestive." I think to myself as I try to steady my breathing. "Stop it, Yoongi, stop."

After a moment I try to sneak a peek at her again but she's staring right at me. Her smoky blue half-lidded eyes trap me like a scared animal.

"Yoongi..." she says, voice thick and rich with something new. I've never heard her speak this way or the scent that has flooded the room. She still doesn't know I'm an Alpha, which heightens my senses tenth fold. Alpha's are supposed to take care of Omega's while in heat, and if successful become permanent mates. I know she is an Omega but she's never acted this way around me or anyone for that matter.

She slowly crawls into my lap, beginning to shudder.

"What's the matter?" I ask trying to seem calm. Her scent is killing me.

"Please, h-help me." she stutters out, "Please, Alpha."

It catches me off guard a lot considering I thought she had no idea about my status. She whimpers when I don't answer her quickly, whining as she lays her head down on my shoulder.

"It's too much," she whimpers, shuddering from trying to keep her body still.

"My precious Omega," I coo petting her cheek.

She whimpers at my comment, "Please, Alpha, t-touch me." I simply pick her up an take her to my room. An idea pops into my head as she whines, needy to be relived.

"What if I scented you?" I ask and she nods vigorously in agreement.