Rare

3rd part

The rest of the day passed by rather quickly, despite the fact that their stomachs had once again started twisting and turning, begging to be refilled. The omegas knew that the pain would last for a while, they couldn't sneak out and steal food every day. If they did, the teachers would notice the amount decreasing and of course it would be obvious who had taken it. The omegas who were forbidden to eat.

That evening though there was something else than just hunger that was gnawing in Jimin's stomach. Yoongi wasn't there. The teacher had told him during the final period that the principal wanted to talk to him, and he hadn't returned yet. Yes, it might not be the first time one of them was called to the principal's office, it was quite on the contrary actually. Usually they would get called there multiple times a week. They often asked themselves why it was like that, but by now they knew the answer. The answer that the principal used against them every time they were called there.

It was because nobody trusted them. Because of this, every bad thing that happened at school was immediately their fault. It was tiring, always having to have ways to physically prove that they were innocent and had absolutely nothing to do with. There was something else this time though, and it wasn't just the hunger that was mistanken, this time Jimin had a bad feeling. A really bad feeling. Yoongi had been gone for too long.

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A few hours later Yoongi still hadn't returned. Instead a guard came rushing trough the halls, eyes looking like they were ready for nothing, but to cause hell and suffering. He had a hand securely placed on the loaded gun in his pocket. "BATH TIME FILTHY SHITS!" He yelled, taking the gun out of his pocket and dragging it along the bars of their cells, making the loud clatter of metal against metal ring trough the poor omegas' ears.

"COME ON I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!!" He continued, shooting a warning bullet in one of the iron walls. This was the worst guard of them all, the beta was always angry and was very aggressive.

The worst encounter they had had with him had to be the time when he had shot a bullet through Hoseok's arm because he moved his bangs away from his eyes on his way to the bathroom. The beta had defended himself to the principal  with a mere "I thought he was going to escape and I did what the rules say I should in that situation." He had said it with a frown on his face, but had showed Hoseok a smirk before he had turned around and left.

The inflicted wound had been deep, and because he didn't get proper treatment, Hoseok ended up with an infection and was out with a high fever for several days before the school finally had treated him and removed the bullet. If he had stayed in that condition any longer, he would have had to amputate his arm or in worst case scenario, he would've died. The worst part was that guard was never punished. Rather the school rewarded him, and let him guard the omegas twenty more hours a week because they thought he had done such a 'good job' with them.

Moments after the gun shot, all three omegas stood up straight in their cells. Bodies tense and fearful expressions on their faces. They didn't dare defy the beta. "YOU!" He shouted and sprinted over to the cell containing two omegas who stared at him with shaky eyes, swallowing hard. "With the orange hair." He said with a suggestive smirk and pointed the gun at Hoseok. "You're going first, come with me." Hoseok gulped as he watched the filthy man unlock the cell. He looked over at Namjoon, but the other male was busy eyeing the floor beneath them, not even daring to look at the man who was unlocking the cell and that had caused them all so much suffering. The man that they all knew would cause them even more.

It was bath time after all.

Hoseok walked in front of the male, headed straight forward with the gun pushed securely against his back. He was terrified, but he didn't dare let it show, because he knew it would bring the guard pleasure, one that he refused giving to the one that had inflicted the deep scar on his upper arm.