An Alpha's Omega (Yoonmin)

Chapter Three: Yoongi's POV

*A/N* Hey guys, gals, and non-binary pals! Who do y'all think Jimin's old Alpha is? Comment and tell me what you think. 💜

For the next day and a half, I stay in my room, my mind spinning. I've marked Jimin. He's now my mate. What do I do? What if he hates me for it?

"Fuck!" I shout into the empty room. A minute later, Jungkook opens my door and leans against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest.

"Feeling insecure, hyung?" he asks, his voice level.

"Why?" I answer through gritted teeth. "Why do I feel like this?"

Jungkook doesn't look surprised. "It's an Alpha thing. Once an Alpha Marks his mate, he feels really insecure for no apparent reason. It goes away if you have skin-to-skin contact with your mate." he explains, shrugging.

I nod in understanding and start towards the door. "Going somewhere, hyung?" Jungkook asks teasingly, hurrying to get out of my way.

"None of your damn business." I growl, albeit without conviction. Jungkook snorts and says nothing. Smart man.

I make my way down the hall towards Jimin's room and what I hear inside breaks my heart.

From inside the room, I can hear Jimin crying softly with occasional whimpers escaping. I walk in quietly, my eyes wandering over everything in his room.

Finally, my eyes land on my Omega, who's curled into a tight ball on his bed, his shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs.

I walk over and sit down on the edge of his bed. Jimin's head whips up, a surprised whimper forced out of his tightly closed lips.

"Y-Yoongi? W-what are y-you doing in h-here?" he sniffles, his beautiful brown eyes shining with tears.

Instead of answering verbally, I scoop him into my arms and hold him, burying my face into his disheveled, but still soft, hair. He responds immediately, wrapping his surprisingly muscular arms around my waist and leaning his head against my gray hoodie.

"I t-thought that y-you didn't want m-me. I thought t-that y-you hated m-me." he whimpers, holding onto me tightly.

"Never. And besides, who can hate you? You're perfect." I say, my voice muffled by his hair.

Jimin says something that sounds suspiciously like, "No I'm not." Upon hearing this, I tug him impossibly closer. We sit like this for about a half hour, clutching each other like our lives depend on it.

I look down and see Jimin sleeping softly, his fingers twitching where they grip my hoodie. The door clicks open and Jin, Hoseok, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook walk in, grins plastered on their faces. Jungkook must have said something. Bastard.

Despite my thoughts, a smile spreads across my face. I love my pack, even if they are crazy.

Without a word, the five of them leave, Jin closing the door quietly behind him. Jimin stirs in my arms and looks up at me, his brown eyes no longer brown, but an eerie gold.

He's silent, but his eyes burn like twin flames. "Jimin?" I ask, my voice low. He sits up a bit until our faces are level, his hot breath fanning my lips. His scent engulfs me in a blanket of pine, cinnamon, and the sharp crispness of fresh snow and I can't help myself. I lean forward the last inch and press my lips to his, grabbing his hair gently but firmly to keep him in place.

He lets out a whimper, so I pull back, almost certain he was hurt somehow. To my surprise, Jimin lets out a low growl, pulling my lips to his aggressively.

"My fierce little Omega." I chuckle against his lips.

"Remember it." he responds, biting my lower lip with sharper than normal teeth. I growl in response. This is my kiss. I think, regaining control.

Jimin groans, his fingers gripping my shoulders. After a thorough make-out session, he and I sit shoulder to shoulder on his bed with my arm wrapped around his waist and his head on my shoulder.

"Yoongi?" he murmurs quietly. I hum in response and he goes on, "Why do you have that scar on your upper lip?" He traces said scar gently and I smile.

(He doesn't actually have a scar there, but I did this to honor Jason. I you're a PJO/HoO/ToA fan, you'll know what I mean)

 "I got it when I was a pup. A school mate of mine dared me to try and eat a stapler. Let's just say I was naive enough to do so and all I got was this stupid scar." I explain, chuckling softly.

Jimin giggles. "That sounds like it belongs on a cheap T-shirt." he says with a cute little eye smile.

I smirk. "It does, doesn't it?" Just as I open my mouth to ask him a question, his door flies open revealing a wide-eyed Jungkook. He looks like he's freaking out. I sit up slowly and ask him gently, "What's wrong, Bunny?"

"The House is under attack. Joon wants to know if he can keep all the Omegas in here with you and Jimin. And before you can argue, Joon said that he needs you here to protect the Omegas." he explains, his breath coming hard and fast.

"Who's attacking?" I ask, gripping Jimin's small hand in my own. I have a sudden urge to hide Jimin away where he can never be hurt.

Jungkook hesitates, his eyes darting to Jimin before answering. "Jiminie's old pack. They're saying that Jimin is their Alpha leader's mate," he says slowly. Upon seeing Jimin's panicked expression, he quickly assures him, "We don't believe them, obviously. Yoongi hyung wouldn't have been able to Mark you if you were already mated."

Jimin nods wordlessly. He's white as a sheet, like all of his blood simply evaporated. My wolf howls at the sight. "Go. Send the Omegas in here. They'll be safe with me." I growl, not taking my eyes off of my distressed mate.