omega (✔️)

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[84]

[Yoongi]

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have to clean up," a trembling voice said as a small, cold hand touched my shoulder  which jolted me awake from my slumber.

I sat up, my face stiff from the amount of liquids that had left my body. The air around me was cold and harsh, beating against my body. I looked around to see that I was still in the same place. I must've taken a small power nap. I looked at the white marble floor beneath me that was colored dark red with a glossy substance, the substance sticking to my clothes.

Blood?

Then my head turned quickly towards an empty chair where a limp body should be sitting. My hand lifted weakly, my pointer finger pointing in the direction of the empty space, "W-Where is he? The man who was sitting in that chair?"

The elderly lady looked at the space I was pointing towards to and I saw her frown from the corner of my eye, "He's been.. escorted out,"

My neck snapped towards her in a panicked manner and she flinched in response, "Where?!"
  
She looked down at her feet from my yelling, but I didn't care for mannerisms at the moment, "He should be outside, through the back—"
   
I sprinted off of the floor, running through the large house, making lefts and rights at every needed corner since I knew this house like the back of my hand. It seemed as if the walls were closing in around me and my lungs were failing me. Everything around me was a dull grey and I couldn't focus on anything that wasn't in front of me.

Where is he? Oh god where is he? Please. Please. Please.
    
I bursted through the back door and I was surprised that the door didn't fly off of its hinges. I looked around, searching for my baby.
  
Oh Hobi. Oh Hobi. I'm so sorry.
  
Then my eyes met his inanimate body, laying on a pile of trash bags. My knees fell to the grimy floor and I stared into his eyes which were undeniably lifeless. This confirmed it. This sight before confirmed everything, "Fuck,"

I'm sorry.

[Jungkook]

A hard, rock-like pain set in my chest when I pushed him away but looking into his eyes, I knew I was making the right choice.

"I'm sorry," I apologized subconsciously but then shook my head, hardening my face, "No! I'm not sorry! This is your fault!"

I'm so sorry.

"If it wasn't for you! He would still be alive!"

His hand reached out to me with a confused expression on his face, "What's the—"

I slapped his hand as hard I could, the action taking all of my mental strength and it even took quite a toll on my heart, "Don't touch me!"

Oh god, I'm sorry.

He looked at me with the same pitiful look, "Jungkook, I don't know what's happening, but maybe if we just talk about it—"

"Talk? You want to talk about it?" Mustering up the nastiest attitude I could, I spat everything at him like a snake but instead, the stinging venom ran into my veins, "I'm not going to allow you to make this any worse, Jimin."

"I don't even know what I did, Jungkook!" His eyebrows furrowed and I could see anger layering his features, "You were just hugging me a minute ago!"

My jaw clenched as I quickly came up with an excuse, "It's your damn omega pheromones! My mother was right about you!"
   
I can't let you get hurt either.

"You're just a slutty omega! I can't believe I fell for your tricks another time!" I pushed his shoulder with my right hand, Jimin tumbling backwards and his bottom hitting the gravel below him, "I'd rather be caught dead than with an omega like you!"
   
He flinched at my words and I almost bent down to comfort him, so I could hold him in my arms lovingly, "And that's all you'll ever be! Just some omega trash that doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as a lowly beta!"

He looked straight into my eyes with a look of ultimate hurt, tears rimming his bottom eyelashes, "You don't mean that. I know you don't."

I don't.

I scoffed and put my hands on my hips, "I've never said anything truer in my life, trash."

Cursing at myself, I turned on my shoulder, jumping back in my car. I pulled out of the bar's parking lot and in the rear view mirror, I saw Jimin still sitting in the same spot where I had pushed him down, his eyes meeting mine. I saw that tears were sliding down his small, red cheeks as his eyes were wide open, looking at me with complete and utter shock.

Damn it.

I slammed my hand on the steering wheel so hard that even a few minutes after I had hit it, I felt the buzzing sensation of the wheel still on my palm.

"Maybe if I just go back, apologize.. maybe he'll—"

You can't.

"I want to hold him, tell him I'm sorry,"

You can't.

"Kiss his tears away,"

You can't.

"Why not?"

The image of Hoseok's eyes that went completely lifeless appeared in my mind and I gulped. I nodded to myself, "I'm right,"

This is for the best.

[author's notes]

Go and read chapter 58 again if you want to see the correlation between these chapters. Like the last few lines.

Sigh

The stress level for me lately has been CRAZY.

Spanish 4 is kicking my butt.

And then seminar.

And then AP Euro.

And then chem.

AHH

it may not seem like a lot, but I highkey thrive under pressure so I can't help but point out everything that stresses me out.

And I wanted to thank you guys for all the reads! Last time I updated, I had 35k but bro..

I've got friggen 37k onto 38k like wtf.

Thank you for reading this chapter and don't forget to vote!