omega (✔️)

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[43]

[Namjoon]
 
(the whole chapter's a flashback so I'm not gonna italicize it)

My eyes jolted open because of a sharp pain in the crease of my elbow. I hissed in pain and tried to jerk my arm away but that only resulted in more pain, "What the fuck..?"

My vision was blurry since I had just woken up, so I blinked a few times to focus on what was before me. Mark had a syringe in his hands and was pumping a light blue liquid into me slowly. His brown, focused eyes never veering from my arm, "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
     
My mouth was dry and I needed some water. I looked at my surroundings to see that I was in a dark, dreary room that smelled of.. mothballs. On a medical examination table, there was something that looked like a body that was covered by a white cloth, stains of blood nearing the bottom of it.
  
Yu-Ji..?
   
I averted my eyes from the horrid scene and looked at Mark with tired eyes, "What are you doing..?"
     
He had finished injecting me with the mysterious liquid and threw away the needle, wiping the spot with a cotton pad and placing a rectangular band aid over it, "I'm testing something on you. A youth serum."
   
"Youth.. serum?" I asked, my head spiraling in many directions. Up. Down. Left. Right. Purple. Yellow. Clara. Dead. Yu-Ji. Dead. Me. Dead. Green. Blue. Up. Down. Left. Right—
  
"Yep, youth serum. Little Alfred over there has been seven months for two years." He used his thumb to gesture behind him at a little, white mouse that had beady, red eyes.
   
Purple. Yellow. Clara. Dead. Yu-Ji. Dead. Me. Dead.
 
"You might be a little doozy and hallucinate a bit but those are just some minor side effects for everlasting youth." He smiled youthfully and I grinned lazily in response.
     
Green. Blue. Up. Down. Left. Right. Purple. Yellow. Clara. Dead. Yu-Ji. Dead. Me. Dead.
   
•••
  
A finger poked my cheek and my eyes opened, looking around the room alertly. Mark was standing in front of me, very close to my face. Today he had glasses on. Thick rimmed glasses. Once he saw that I was awake, he backed up and I could see that he had a bowl of something in his hand, "Hungry?"

I nodded and a smile spread on my face, "Hungry."

He pulled out a spoon from his pocket and scooped up some of the gravy like liquid and held it to my lips, which I quickly accepted and ate.

It tasted... like how a mothball smells.

"What is this?"

He simply smiled and dipped the spoon back into the liquid, getting ready to feed me more, "Just some soup."
 
"Soup." My head began to spiral again and my eyes got heavier.
  
Purple. Yellow. Clara. Dead. Yu-Ji. Dead. Me. Dead.
 
I sipped the soup from the spoon.
  
"Yep. Just some soup."
  
•••
   
My eyes were stuck on Mark and his small body. He's becoming brittle. He fell the other day and his nose started bleeding. I had some more soup. Yum. It's starting to smell like.. something's rotting.
 
•••

Soup. Clara. Yu-Ji.

•••

Clara.

•••

Yu-Ji.

•••

Dead.

•••

Yu-Ji. Who's Yu-Ji?

•••
 
Someone was staring at me with brown, worn eyes. His skin was flabby and wrinkly. He had thick rimmed glasses on. They were black. It doesn't smell anymore.

"Why did it only work on you..?" The elderly man asked with tears falling from his eyes.

I blinked.

"Please talk to me." The elderly man asked, his head falling into his hands.
 
"Hi." I smiled and the man sighed.

"If I knew you were gonna become a vegetable like this, I wouldn't have injected that youth serum into you."
  
My head tilted to the side and my eyebrows furrowed, "I'm not vegetable. I'm Namjoon."

I blinked again.

"I know you're Namjoon." He said with a soft voice, his fingers running through his grey, thinning hair.

"Then why did you call me vegetable."

He shook his head and I did the same. Mimicking him. His eyes widened.
 
"Did.. Did you just copy me..?"

"Did.. Did you just copy me..?" I asked back, this game being fun.

His eyes and mouth widened and I made the same face, laughing afterwards.

"Funny."

•••

"Alpha."

"Alpha." I repeated.

"Beta."

"Beta." I repeated.

"Omega."

"Omega." I repeated.

•••

"Dr. Mark! Dr. Mark!" Someone called out from the crowd of flashing lights and reporters, "Why did you hide your son, Kim Namjoon, from the world?!"
  
The elderly man placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled towards the press, "I did not hide my son from the world. I hid the world from my son."

I smiled towards the press as well.

•••
     
"How do you think your father's death has impacted the scientific world as well as you?!" A woman yelled from the crowd of flashing lights, a cameraman behind her.
  
"It has been harsh and quite awful to tell the truth. Twenty years ago, he had finally found the molecular components that corroborated with the white plague's. He released the three vaccines into the world. The alpha vaccine, the beta vaccine, and the omega vaccine." I informed, "Extinction was the only other option for the world if not for my father."

There was plenty of other people who were eager to ask me questions but I stood and waved my hand away, not in the mood to answer anymore. I walked off of the stage and started to head to the exit but there was a particularly beautiful woman who stopped me.
 
She had long, black hair and multicolored eyes. One blue. One brown. Fascinating. She was wearing a black piko dress that accentuated her large stomach and black heels that clicked on the floor satisfyingly.
    
"Hello, Mr. Kim." The woman greeted with a seductive smile, "I'm Kim Yu-Ji."
   
Yu-Ji? Who's Yu-Ji?
  
She placed a small hand on her bloated stomach, her slender fingers caressing it, "And this is my son."
     
I was quiet and I kept my eyes on her and her stomach.
 
"I have a request to ask of you." She stalked towards me, her black heels clicking on the marble floor, "I think it's very peculiar that you haven't even aged one bit in twenty years."
 
My jaw tightened when she touched my chest with those slender fingers, "I want in."
 
I thought for a second.
  
I grabbed her wrist with my hand and held it gently so I wouldn't hurt her, "Well I have a request for you."

"That son of yours, I'll be needing him." I muttered, my stern eyes seeping into her cold ones.
 
"You want my son?" She asked, obviously offended at my question.
 
"Not to have. Just to.. experiment on." I smirked slyly, knowing that this was something that she couldn't resist, "Just some minor ramifications for everlasting youth, right?"
 
She looked at me reluctantly before smiling sinisterly, "Right."
  
I chuckled at our horrid exchange, "What's the child's name? Or do you not have one?"
 
"The name?" She asked, surprised that I would want to know, "His name is Taehyung."

[author's notes]

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