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jhs - Dirty Omega (pt. 2)

Title: Dirty Omega

Chapters: 2/3

Series: pt. 1 of YoonSeok

By: orphan_account

Plot: Yoongi goes into heat at the coffee shop and is approached by a nasty alpha. He calls Hoseok to help him.

Contains: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Self-Lubrication, Alpha/Omega, Omega Versesuga, hope - Freeform, a bit of angst, Freeform

Ship: Yoonseok (MYG,JHS)

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Yoongi ran into his house, slamming the door behind him. He took his coffee and threw it onto the floor in anger. The lid flew off and coffee spilled everywhere. He sat down with his back on his door and pulled his knees to his chest. Yoongi ripped the scarf from around his neck and threw it to the floor as well before putting his head in his hands. A sob wracked through his body.

He was always the little whore, wasn't he? Because he was a fucking omega. An omega of all things. All omegas are good for is breeding and being a few holes to fuck for alphas. Yoongi should be whoring himself out, should be accepting the alpha's "kind" offer to take care of him. No. Instead, Yoongi was sitting here, crying to himself in an empty apartment. No one to take care of him. No one to listen to him about how broken and dirty he felt. Well... not exactly.

Yoongi breathed in and out for a second before wiping his face on his sleeve. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and stared at his lockscreen for a few seconds. It was a picture of him and Hoseok, smiling at the camera. Hoseok had his arms around Yoongi, and his face was pressed against the elder's, making their cheeks squish. Yoongi quickly swiped and typed in his password. Opening his contacts, he immediately clicked on Hoseok's name.

The phone rang once before Hoseok answered. "Hyung! What's up?" Hoseok yelled into the phone, as bright and cheery as usual.

Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a broken sob.

"Hyung? Yoon hyung, are you okay?" Hoseok asked. Yoongi should hear faint shuffling in the background.

"H-Hobi," Yoongi managed to choke out between sobs. He covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stop himself from crying.

"I'll be over in five minutes, hyung. Five. I promise." Hoseok hung up the phone.

Fuck. What had Yoongi been thinking? Now he made Hoseok worry for nothing. Hoseok was probably busy and now he was on his way over here. For what? To take care of something as worthless as Yoongi?

Yoongi groaned and put his head back against the door, the cool air chilling the hot tears on his cheeks. With a yell, he threw his phone too. It landed and slid across the floor into the wall.

A few minutes and a ton of tears passed before there was a running sound outside of Yoongi's apartment door. Immediately after, there was banging that made Yoongi flinch.

"Hyung? Hyung, it's me," Hoseok yelled, his voice a bit muffled from the door. "Yoon hyung, open up." He knocked on the door once more.

"Go away, Hoseok," Yoongi muttered. He sniffled and pulled his sleeves over his hands as a form of comfort.

Hoseok heard him, however. "Hyung, please, open the door. I wanna help you."

"Hoseok, just..."

Hoseok started pushing on the door. He was strong, so he managed to move Yoongi a few inches. It was the deadbolt that stopped him from fully opening the door.

"Hyung, please. I really- ... Oh, no." Hoseok regretted his decision to open the door. Yoongi's pheromones immediately attacked his nose. Coffee and the smell of new books flooded his senses. He put a hand up to cover his nose and mouth, trying his best to keep calm. "Yoongi, you're in heat."