The Omega Possession(sequel to Omega Lottery)

Taehyung

    "S-stop." I pout, blushing.
    Bogum chuckles and brushes hair out of my eyes. The human just doesn't know how to stop. He's driving me crazy. How can a person be this perfect?
    Since I woke this morning, he's been at it. First he called me and said he was giving me and my brother's a ride to school. Me, Hoseok, Jimin and Jin all loaded into his fancy car as he teased and complimented me the whole way making the others coo embarrassingly.
     At school, he gave me chocolates and walked me to class, keeping me close and possessive at his side. It was...nice. Reminded me of how a mate would act. It makes me smile.
He grasps my hand and kisses it. Smiling at me. "Stop what? Complimenting my gorgeous boyfriend? I think not."
"Gummie..." I hide my face as the others smirk at us from around the lunch table.
"Wow...he's given you a nickname. It's official. You have to get married." Jimin teases.
I scowl at him. Don't give him ideas! He knows I can't do that! He winks at me. Not helping.
"Marriage? Hmm...I think I could picture myself happily married with this beautiful creation." Bogum chuckles.
I think about when he brought me home to see his parents. It was nerve wracking and scary. They even seemed surprised to meet me but treated me very kindly and fed me a lot! They even kept touching me in affectionate ways that made me think of our world.
     "Taetae?"
     I flush red as everyone stares at me. I had gotten lost in my own thoughts. "Sorry, What?"
     Bogum sighs, ruffling my hair. "I asked if you would mind moving our tutoring session to my house? My eomma wants you to come to dinner tonight."
     Jimin smirks at me.
     I ignore him. "Sure!" I really do love his family.
    "Great! She really likes you."
    "I really like her, too."

    I'm much less nervous this time arriving at his large house. Strangely, my boyfriend has been really quiet since we've left school, though. "Gummie?" I ask.
     He squeezes my hand and gets out of the car. Not replying to me. I frown as he takes my backpack and leads me up the steps to his home, unlocking the door and letting us inside.
     It's dark and quiet. "Is your-"
    I'm cut off as Bogum jerks me into his arms and kisses me roughly, deeply...possessively. I gasp into the kiss, my fists clenching his shirt in surprise.
    He pulls away, panting, staring into my eyes. "I'm sorry...I just...didn't like that guy talking too you and sitting much too close." He sighs, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb.  
     I look at him in confusion before it all comes back. In class, I was given a new partner who creepily smiled at me the whole time and kept asking extremely personal questions. I hated it and felt Bogum watching us the whole time. Now it all makes sense.
     He never said anything but I could feel how tense he was. I gasp. "I d-didn't...I like you..." I try to explain.
     His sweet smile returns. "I know, sorry. It's just I worked so hard for this chance and it freaked me out to see someone else poaching on what's mine." He teases, kissing my cheek.
    I smile, melting. He's just so...alpha. I love it. Love how possessive he is over me. He reminds me of Jungkook and how sweet he is over his Jimin. He can also be scary and possessive, too. Just how mate's should be. Balanced. It's all I've ever wanted.
     "It's okay. Are your parents here?" I ask, glancing around.
     He shakes his head. "Not yet. They get home in an hour or so." He leads me up the stairs to his room and I sit on his bed, pulling out our books and notebooks and flash cards.
     He sits in his computer chair, watching me. I flush at the attention. "Ready?"
     He nods mutely, not taking his eyes off me.
     "Gummie." I sigh. He gets like this a lot where he just stares at me in awe or something. "Come on."
    Grinning sheepishly, he moves over to the bed, right beside me. I try in vein to arrange the study material but pause, breath catching as his lips trail over my jaw.
    His fingers skim over my throat, pausing on a rough patch. He leans back a little to look at it. I realize too late that he's observing my faded mating mark. Gasping, I slap a hand over my neck as he frowns at me.
     "Tae, baby...what is that?" He pushes my hand away and looks at it closer. I'm frozen as he runs a finger over it. "Is this a...bite mark?" He sounds appalled. Shocked. Angry.
     I can't speak. Tears well up in my eyes. Of course this was all too good to be true. He definitely won't want me now. He's going to leave me. Kick me out in disgust. "Umm.." I have no idea what to say.
     He pulls me into his arms, accidentally pulling my shirt collar down from my shoulder, revealing more scars on my skin. He gasps and jerks my shirt away, looking at all the scars and burns and faded bite marks from my past abuse.
    Now crying, I push him away and get up, fixing my shirt. Oh god! I can't handle this...can't...can't deal with being rejected again...I can't breath.
    I begin hyperventilating as I run out of the room, away from him. Away from my dark truths forming in his mind. I press myself against the wall and debate on walking home.
     "Taehyung!" He runs after me, relief on his face when he sees me and pulls me into his arms, kissing me passionately and deeply. "Don't scare me like that! Where are you going, baby? Talk to me? Tell me who hurt you?" He demands, pulling me back to his room.
     I try to calm my breathing as he holds me and soothes me, reassuring me that he'll never leave me, no matter what. If only you knew...
"Sweetheart, talk to me. Please. I can't make things better if you don't tell me." He sighs.
I sniffle. Reluctantly meeting his concerned and caring eyes. "M-my ex was...wasn't nice. He h-hurt me a lot." I close my eyes, not wanting to relive it.
He gasps, appalled. "Baby...I'm so sorry." He kisses every inch of my face before moving lower to kiss my faded mating scar. He's gentle and kind as he makes it better. The thought makes me cry harder. I've never felt such gentleness or caring.
"Can I see them? I promise you I will never hurt you, Taehyung. I just want to let you know how much every part of you means to me with or without those scars. Please don't be afraid and hide them from me." He pauses, staring into my eyes. "I love all of you."
I stop breathing. He l-loves me? Even the ugly parts... "Okay. You c-can see them." I shakily tug my shirt over my head and cross my arms. Letting him see the scars on my arms and chest and stomach. Shy and ashamed.
I feel so exposed as he leans closely to observe every little mark marring my skin. Kissing each of them with the same amount of care. Afterwards, he helps me put my shirt back on respectively and hugs me while I sob brokenly for a long time. Finally letting it out, letting all my fear and anguish and anger of my past free and onto his shoulders.
He doesn't falter. Doesn't budge. Holds me as soothes me and becomes my pillar. Taking the weight off me. God, I love him so much. He's everything I've always dreamed about. My soulmate if such a thing exists. He's my everything. I don't think I could survive without him now. Now that I know he exists and what love really feels like.
"I love you, too." I gasp out. Clinging onto him with everything I have. Finally feeling accepted and the love I deserve.
He kisses my hair, rocking me. "You're everything to me, Taehyung." He whispers. "Let me take care of you."
As my eyes close in exhaustion from the emotional onslaught, my heart soars in my chest. Please don't hurt me...