omega (✔️)

[22]

[22]

[Hoseok]

[Lowkey smut, just wanted to warn y'all]

"Hey, Yoonie," I called, my head leaning off of Jungkook's bed, all the blood rushing up and giving me a slight headache.

I don't know why Yoongi is here, but I don't have any problem with it. His blonde, almost white, hair is now a jet black that matched all of his current outfits. He was wearing a black turtle neck with black skinny jeans, which contrasted with his pale skin and skinny chicken legs. His eyes were closed behind his thick rimmed glasses and his chest was slowly heaving up and down beside me.

"What?" his alert response scared me, I thought he was sleeping.

"Can I kiss you?" I jumped for it, the worst thing he could do is say no.

He didn't even flinch or show any sign of emotion, his hands behind his head, "Nah man, chill out with that shit."

I sighed sadly, his expected blunt answer still hitting my heart hard, "How rude."

The ends of his lips turned upwards slightly, but his eyes were still closed. I sat up because my head started to hurt, my elbows supporting my weight easily. I don't know why we were in Jungkook's room specifically, maybe the view or maybe even—

A pair of soft lips landed on mine, immediately clearing my mind of any thoughts.

Oh. My. Glob.

He straddled my body, his knees on either side of my pelvis and his elbows on both sides of my head, trapping me in a cage. His hands played with strands of my black hair, tugging on some pieces which made me groan into the deep kiss. His warm tongue seemed to glide around my mouth, searching and exploring every inch of it. My right hand lifted to touch his pale cheek, caressing him softly.
 
His lower half grinded against my lower half, blood rushing down there quickly. His lower half became larger as well, his hips moving rhythmically to match the intense make-out session.
 
My hands slithered down his warm body from his cheeks, aiming to find his bottom. Before I could find my destination, he grabbed my wrists with his right hand, sitting up but still straddling me, giving me a beautiful view. I became very impatient and restless, my lust overtaking my mind.
  
"You know," He smirked, knowing the control he has over me, and leaned down to my ear, "maybe we can continue this later when we're alone,"

My eyebrows furrowed with confusion, not understanding his words, "Alone? Aren't we al—"
  
"Why are you guys tryna fuck in my room?" I heard a voice ask calmly from behind us, a familiar passive aggressive voice.
  
I turned my head so I could see the owner and there stood Jungkook with his hands on his hips, tapping his left foot angrily, "This view is really turning me on, Jungkook, like my peepee won't even go down at all and—"
    
He put one of his large hands up, interrupting my stupid explanation because he already knows it's all bullshit, "Get the fuck out please."
  
I nodded and Yoongi got off of me so we could leave. We exited Jungkook's room and the door slammed loudly behind us, causing me to jolt and screech. Yoongi hissed in pain and I looked at him to see that our hands were interlocked. I immediately let go and apologized for squeezing his hand so hard. He shrugged and looked at me with his usual apathetic expression.

"Well.. should would continue from where we left off?" I wiggled my shoulders and eyebrows suggestively which earned a half smile in return.

He shrugged, "I don't know, Jungkook's face kinda turned me off,"

My face twisted in confusion, "What? If anything, his face made me wanna—"

He stopped me there by putting a skinny finger on my lips, shushing me, "I don't wanna fuck right now, you horse,"
 
He then proceeded to walk away with his hands in his pockets, probably looking for something more entertaining. I huffed exasperatedly, angry that I couldn't get any dick.

"WELL, YOU WANTED TO FUCK THIS HORSE YOU SONUVABITCH!" I screeched down the hallway, no doubt that almost everyone in the house heard, but I don't give a teeny, tiny little bit.
  
[Jimin]
  
I laid in my bed, groaning up a storm. My stomach was hurting like a motherfucker.
  
"MOMMY!" I moaned loudly, holding my stomach painfully.
   
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, CHIM!" He screeched back angrily, my long lasting estrus and complaining stressing him out quite a bit.
  
I started to whimper, the pain becoming almost unbearable. It's seems like after I passed out that night I met Jungkook, my estrus became even more unbearable.

Fuck him.
  
The usual length for an estrus is about four to seven days, but it's been two weeks. TWO WEEKS. TWO. I've always been told that omegas on their estrus are extremely dangerous to society so the government developed the injections to suppress the symptoms. There have even been cases where omegas have been murdered by lustful alphas. But, of course, they had to deem us, omegas, the dangerous ones.
        
Omegas get an estrus once a month and only seven estrus injections are sent to registered omegas monthly by the government. And guess what. I'VE USED ALL OF MY ESTRUS INJECTIONS AND THEY REFUSE TO SEND MORE.
  
I can't even breathe because of the pain sometimes, but at least I don't have to be worried about being raped or attacked around here.
    
They huddled all the omegas up together 'temporarily', which was an obvious lie, and people just come through to have their 'fun' once in a while.
      
No registered omega is allowed to live outside of the omega slums. And speaking of the registered omega topic, they started doing that about fifty to sixty years ago. Once everyone started dying from the white plague and women began sprouting penises, the government decided to 'organize' society. The split all of humanity into three categories.
    
Alpha. Beta. Omega.
   
Which corroborated with the blood types we all had.
  
Type A. Type B. Type O.
   
Once you're born, you have to be registered by the government into these categories. And this simple registration process is one of the fundamental things you need to survive in society, just like a social security card or a birth certificate. It's just proof that you're alive.
      
If you don't have one, you're basically not apart of society. Which deems you a rebel against the government and a threat. People who aren't registered are consider criminals or—
  
"Jiminie!" Mom called from the other side of our Hubble, "You have a guest!"
   
My eyebrows furrowed slightly.
  
Why would someone be visiting me? Taehyung knows that I'm on my estrus and knows not to bother me so.. who else could it be?
        
My door opened and I sat up on my bed, my hand still on my stomach. My eyes widened slightly as I saw who was standing in my room with a friendly smile on his face.
    
"Hello, Jimin."
  
[author notes]

I've been watching a whole buncha zombie inspired movies and playing zombie games and I'm starting to wonder..

Would I make it in the apocalypse?
    
If you've read my book How to Read and Write in Korean, you'd know that I'm kinda crazy. All my personally friends can vouch for me and tell you that IM LEGIT CRAZY.
  
but idk maybe I'd be the first one to die.

If I do, IM COMIN FO ALL YALL BITCHES
 
lol I'm jk I love each and every one of y'all and I hope y'all have a good day.