omega (✔️)

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[38]

[Jimin]

I paced back and forth restlessly in the parking lot of Jin's bar, probably looking like someone who smokes pencil shavings for a living.

What if he's mad that I blew up on him and everyone else last night?

The side of my pointer finger had subconsciously went to my mouth and I chewed on the scar tissue anxiously as I continued to pace back and forth.

Holy fuck.. what if he doesn't wanna be friends anymore..?

Jin was my oldest friend. I've known him longer than I've known Tae. But even though we've had such a long relationship, I've never seen him cry or be seriously troubled. Well, besides the situations where he sobs and sobs because he fell for a complete straight man. There's also that time he got a paper cut on his d—

"Jimin? What are you doing pacing around over there?" A familiar, bubbly voice asked, "You look like you're planning a murder with that expression. You'll scare away my customers, ya ding dong."

I looked at the entrance of the bar to see Jin holding a wooden broom in his right hand and holding the door open with his left, "Come on inside."

He was wearing his pink sweater that I had gotten him for his 23rd birthday and blue skinny jeans that stopped right above his ankle. A black apron covered his front until his knees and his plump lips were shaped in a small crescent that never failed to attract many customers, even if he did have rats in his bathroom. He's too scared to do anything about them so now they're named Choi, Chan, and Cheol.

Once he realized that I was frozen in the spot I was standing in, he sighed and walked to me, ushering me into his dimly lit bar quickly. He pushed me until I was sitting in a bar stool next to a man with jet black hair. He was familiar. I've seen his face before. He had on black rimmed glasses that fit his face perfectly and a full black outfit on.

What kind of edgy fuck drinks at 7 in the morning?

His scent was strong, but the smell of his alcohol was stronger, deluding my sense of smell. Beta?

He didn't even look my way but instead continued to slowly sip on his yellow drink.

"Oh wait, you guys were never formally introduced, right?" Said Jin, putting up the broom by propping it up in the corner. He wiped his hands on his apron and went behind the bar to start making some sort of concoction.

I shook my head, looking at Jin's gleaming eyes and his fluent bartending skills. He poured cherry syrup into a glass of bubbly sprite, plopping a plump cherry into the drink afterwards. Jin passed it to me and I smiled as he slid the straw into the drink. Even if he's always wanted to be a chemist, bartending still made him overjoyed.

A Shirley Temple.

"Y'all met last night," Jin said, gesturing to both of us with his pointer fingers.

"Yeah, this stupid fuck tried to down an aftershock for his second drink." The man rolled his eyes to look at me with a bored expression.

"Umm excuse me, Mr. Edgy McStickupmyass, this fuck did down an aftershock for his second drink." I corrected angrily, "So get your facts straight before you wanna call me a 'stupid fuck', ya stupid fuck."

The whole bar was completely silent besides the Frank Ocean playing in the back ground until he bursted out into laughter, his head leaning back and a gummy smile spreading on his face when he finished. He stretched his arm out to me, his eyes smiling along with his lips, "I'm Yoongi,"

I reluctantly took his hand in mine and shook it, letting go after a few seconds, "So what are you doing here so early in the morning?"

I shrugged, taking a sip of my Shirley temple, "Was doing something earlier so I just decided to come here when it was over."

He nodded and finally finished his drink, Jin taking the glass and putting it in the sink for later washing.

A smell filled my nostrils and I almost fell off of the barstool, "Y-Y-You're an a-a—"

The smell strong of alcohol covered up his alpha pheromones but since he was finished, the smell of his intimidation pheromones sent chills up my spine.   
  
"Yeah, Yeah, don't gotta drop your panties yet, little omega." He said, huffing out a tired breath, "And you still haven't told me your name."

My eyebrows formed a straight line, "Wait.. You know what omegas smell like? Alphas usually never meet them in their lifetime.."

He chuckled and looked at me with a lazy smile, "Yeah, of course, my grandma's one."

Now, that statement was unbelievable. His alpha pheromones were too strong and too prominent for him to even have one ounce of omega blood in him. He had to be full fledged.

In this world, your blood type (a, b, and o) are passed down from the people who made you (duh) but if your parents aren't of the same type, you're given the most dominant trait within the pair.

The beta gene is the the most dominant trait, which is why they're the most populous type in the world. The alpha genes are not common but more common than the omega genes. It's a bit like hair color. If a dark haired man and a blonde haired woman made a child, the child is more probable to have dark hair than blonde.

Putting it in the context we're talking about, if a beta and an omega made a child, the child would most likely be a beta. Some if an alpha and an omega had a child, the child would probably be an alpha. But they can still pass on the recessive gene inside of them, which surprises many.

"How that's surprising." I simply replied, not knowing what else to say because of my extreme social anxiety.

He nodded, not replying back and looking forward causing me to inwardly sigh in relief since I don't have to talk anymore. He began to fiddle with his ear piercing on the left ear, tilting his head to continue looking at Jin.

"Oh, Jin," said Yoongi, nonchalantly leaning on the palm of his hand as he stared at his working figure, "I've gotta question for you."

Jin set down the rag that he used to wipe down the bar to listen to Yoongi with rapt attention, "Shoot."

"Why don't you have pheromones?"

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