Rare

2nd part

"WAKE UP SCUM!!" The voice of a guard filled the cramped area and woke the sleeping omegas up. Hoseok and Namjoon shared one room while Jimin and Yoongi shared the other one. It was originally intended that they would all share one room, but the cells were so small that it would be too cruel, even for the hell school itself to go through with it. The rooms were right next to each other though, so that the school didn't need to spend more resources and guards than what was absolutely necessary on them.

Namjoon groaned and changed his position on the floor, trying to ignore the guard's nagging. It was a risky thing to do, but he was just too tired to properly process the situation. Their late night sneaking, after Namjoon's long study session had caused him to get only two hours of sleep their much needed sleep and the other omegas hadn't gotten much more either.

"Namjoon, get up." Hoseok spoke quickly when the said guard started unlocking the cell. "Didn't you hear me bitch?" He spoke up again hovering over Namjoon's sleeping frame. "I TOLD YOU TO GET UP!" He yelled, kicking the purple haired omega harshly in his stomach, earning himself a quiet whimper from the action. "GET UP!" He screamed once again, not showing any mercy towards the poor male. "I am sorry sir." Namjoon said quietly and sat up. "Sorry isn't gonna cut it now is it?" The guard asked pulling his gun out. "S-sir p-please. I am sorry, please don't." The purple haired cried, tears of fear and desperation running down his cheeks.

"Leave us." The alpha guard told Hoseok who, much to his own protest, did as he told him to and followed the two other omegas to their classroom. "Great." The alpha said smugly and averted his attention back towards the begging omega. "Lick my boots." The man said motioning toward the black, dirty leather boots he was wearing. "What?" Namjoon asked quietly, but regretted it a moment later when the guard had pulled the trigger, firing a bullet that graced his cheek and made a small bleeding cut on his soft skin. "You heard me slut, now lick my boots." Namjoon felt his hair being pulled, and head being brought harshly down towards the mans boots. Namjoon did as he was told, he didn't dare to do anything else. He collected all the dry dirt from the boots, it was bitter, the taste of mud and leather that covered the boots. The salty taste of his own tears slowly made their way into the bitter mixture, and Namjoon cursed himself.

He cursed himself for crying. Cursed himself for being tired and wanting to sleep a minute longer. Cursed himself for being born into this cruel world. "Look at that, something you useless whores can actually manage. Cleaning boots." The guard growled and grabbed Namjoon by his jaw pushing him down harshly towards the door. "Now get to class." He told, and exited the room. Leaving the omega crying and embarrassed on the dirty floor.

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"Namjoon. Are you okay?" Hoseok asked when Namjoon walked in through the doors to the classroom. The purple haired nodded slightly with his eyes glued to the floor. He knew that Hoseok wouldn't believe him. The cut on his cheek, his red puffy eyes and his distressed expression, were clear signs that he was not okay, but even without these signs of suffering Hoseok would've known. They had known each other for so long, that feelings could never slip by the others. They always knew.

Hoseok released a painful sigh. "I'm sorry. I should wish I could've stayed, but I have no say against an alpha." The older said guilty, walking over to Namjoon and hugging him. "I know Hoseokie. It was my fault anyway. Its better that I get punished for my wrongdoings rather than you getting punished for my sake." Namjoon said, hugging the older even harder to hide the new stream of tears that came flowing down his cheeks. But Hoseok heard the sniffles that the other male emitted, and it crushed his heart knowing he could have at least tried to prevent it.

That was just how the life in the school was, choosing to disobey and get a bullet planted in your skull, or living your life regretting that you didn't risk taking that bullet and were still alive.

"Sit down class." The history teacher interrupted when she entered the room. She was the definition what their health class book defined as "a perfect mate". Though she was a middle aged woman and had a few wrinkles, she was still very beautiful and she had a slim body, that none of the students would have expected to have carried two children if she hadn't told them. Her naturally blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun, and she was wearing the same assigned clothes that all of their female teachers wore. A white shirt with embroidered lace on the collar and sleeves and a black pencil skirt. These clothes much finer than what any of the omegas in the room expected to ever be wearing. It was too high class, to expensive for petty low class omegas like themselves.

The teacher had smiled at first, he eyes crinkling up behind her glasses, but it soon faded when she spotted the figures of the two male omegas that were hugging. "Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon stop that!" She said angrily, and walked over to them, separating them. "It's disgusting." She whispered to the two before walking back to her desk, putting a much more restrained smile back on her face. "Good morning class." She said, eyeing the multiple omega students. "Today we are going to talk about omega purchase." Some of the female omegas in the back tensed when the teacher brought the theme up. It wasn't strange that they did, their friend had just been purchased by a rich alpha after all. "As you all are aware of, this is not only a school for education, but it is also a chance for you to get purchased by a lovely alpha or beta, willing to pay money to become your mate. Despite certain beliefs, this is an amazing opportunity." She stopped for a second, eying the girls in the back of the class over her glasses and adjusting the collar on her shirt before she continued. "In fairy tales it's sounds easy getting a mate, but once you actually face the world you will find out, that it's nothing like the stories. That's why you all have a great opportunity at this school." The class sighed, even if this was a thing, the chances of actually being purchased were low. Most of the people who bought omegas, were old alphas who had spent most of their lives attending military services. They grew old and after that, no omega wanted them so they had no other choice but to buy one who could give them children and heirs. The government didn't care rather the omega wanted the mating or not, if the alpha paid the prize, the omega had no say what so ever.

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"I don't like the omega purchase." Jimin sighed after class that day. The four of them were sitting in their cells, or rooms as the teachers preferred them calling it. "Me neither Jimin." Yoongi sighed and looked down into his book trying to do the final part of his health homework before the next class started in ten minutes. "I just don't get it. Is it really that hard getting a mate?" Jimin questioned while clenching his fist around his pencil. "I don't know, but it would have been easier if it wasn't for our time limit." The pink haired eyed the other omega with a confused expression after he had said this, recalling the conversation they had had the night prior. "Is it like Namjoon said...because of our heats? That's why they won't feed us either?" Jimin asked, his voice shaky and eyes teary. Yoongi bit his lip and averted his eyes towards the dirty floor, not daring to meet the younger's sad gaze. "We need to go now or we'll be late." Was all he said before he quickly packed his stuff and called a guard over to open their cell so they could go to class.