{REWRITTEN}
Jimin is an omega living in a school of too many alphas. He sucks at reading and can't comprehend it properly. When he gets a "sadist alpha" as his reading teacher, he really just wants to die. Who knew that tutoring would lead him here...
Yeontan (the new puppie) was rested on Jimin's thighs, sleeping peacefully with cute little snores. Jimin scratches behind his ears, cooing at the doggie.
"O-oh, I had to tell you guys s-something," Jimin was reminded that he had tell them at some point. He really only wanted to tell Yoongi, but that wasn't fair.
Hoseok looked up with his charming smile. "Well, go ahead."
"Well... I'm- uh... kinda of- p-pregnant??" Jimin avoided all eye contact, wishing to squeeze the puppie for safety.
Yoongi was the one he was afraid of.
"That fucking Jungkook, I'm gonna kill him!" Yoongi screamed, standing up and throwing all of his stuff into a bag.
"Y-Yoon, please stay," Jimin begged, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Jimin, I'm done fucking around with him! He has to know what he's dealing with!" Yoongi snatched his hand away and was out of the house before Jimin could even say more.
Hoseok and Taehyung sighed, pulling Jimin back with a soft hug.
"He's just protective, Chim. He wants you to be safe and happy," Taehyung mumbled. Hoseok nodded, giddy to see Jimin with a baby belly.
"K-Kookie has been so nice... I don't think Yoon realizes that," Jimin mutters under his breath.
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Jimin's shirt wasn't necessarily his. He was wearing another one of Jungkook's old sweaters, this time it being his dance school's senior one. Jimin learned that Jungkook was in a fraternity, he majored in Dance, and was not supposed to be a reading teacher. He was supposed to teach music, but the school had just hired someone for it and Jungkook happened to excel in reading as well. So, he took some courses on it and was ready for the job.
"Aish, doesn't Jimin look so cute?" Irene cooed, watching her fellow omega walk in with a cute shy look and that little sweater. His jeans were tight to his legs and his shoes were uncolored, but he was gorgeous nonetheless.
"I need a picture!"
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"It's just Jimin, Irene. He can't be any more beautiful than you," Seulgi rolled her eyes, chin rested on the other's shoulder.
"He's very representative, Seulgi. I know he's not your favorite person, but male omegas keep getting more and more disrespect. There are so little because they're thrown out to the streets when they're identified, and it's legal. So many of them die every week because of that. He and Yoongi prove that they truly are something special, do they not?" Irene chuckled.
"Yoongi doesn't act like an omega. He acts like a brat," Seulgi growled at the boy who was walking past.
"Male omegas don't have to be soft and careful, they can be reckless and confident like Yoongi. It's like how alphas can be submissive," Irene sat down next to her girlfriend, their hands clung together.
"Then what's the point? They're just people, then."
"Exactly! Betas, regular humans all treat each other the same for the most part. No matter their biological gender. Why should it be different for ours?"
"You have a point, love. Now stop talking about them and talk about how awesome I am," Seulgi turned Irene away from the others to face her with a cute smile.
Mr. Jeon sat at his desk, feet propped up. "Alright, I want you all grouped up in pairs of two. I'll assign those I don't think can be trusted," he said with a boom in his voice.
"Taehyung and Yoongi, Seulgi and Irene, everybody else is good!" Jungkook smiled. He sat back down without realizing there was one student who had no partner.
"M-Mr. Jeon, I don't have a partner," he mumbled.
"Aish, just- oh! Jimin! Um... you could partner up with hmm... I guess Taehyung and Yoongi, or- I could work with you. I really don't even know how to do this project," the teacher, chuckled calmly, walking up behind his desk.
"C-can I work with you, sir?"
Taehyung slapped his hand on his chest with a shocked face. "I feel so betrayed, Jimin!" he yelled, the class giggling.
Mr. Jeon explained the assignment, letting each student sit wherever they'd like. He and Jimin sat in the front on the floor with smiles plastered on their faces.
"Y'know, that sweater looks adorable on you," Jungkook snickered.
"Oh, shut it, Jeon. Let's do this stupid assignment," Jimin rolled his eyes, looking down at the paper.
"You all must take a random word, generated by dictionary, and write a small paragraph with the theme of that word. Your partner will then continue the story with their own idea. Back and forth, you will write 20 paragraphs, ten per person."
