✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* In a world where alphas are rare, and omegas are rarer when Jimin turns out to be an omega, the only six eligible alphas line to court him. But how will Jimin choose when he can envision himself with all of them? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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Beomgyu's words kept ringing in his mind for a long time, for the rest of the night. The idea of marrying someone had never crossed Jimin's mind before. He was so used to having only him and his family that he never thought that someday he would have his own.
Not that he never questioned himself or even his parents about why they were so isolated in the forest, away from civilization. Once, when he was a teen, he tried to run away. He walked for days until he finally reached a town, but the experience wasn't as pleasant as he was expecting.
Firstly, it was too much light, too much noise, too much smoke... and then it was too many people, so busy in their own bubbles, carrying weird rectangular things in hand or placed in their ears, that made him dizzy.
The final kick to send him back home was when he was approached by a group of drunk men who tried to do him harm. For his luck, he was able to kick them; as they were drunk, they fell in a domino effect, giving him time to run away from them and back home.
No longer after that bad experience, Jimin's manifestation and maturation started, and he forgot forever the idea of ever getting back into civilization. Until now.
The palace was still chaotic, but he was able to manage so far. Maybe it was the adrenaline, the incredulity of everything. But soon that shot of adrenaline was fading away, and he was starting to feel the effects.
When Jimin woke up, he felt like he had been drained of energy. The stress had finally caught up to him, and he felt sore all over his body. The morning passed in a blink of an eye because he had been sleepy all along. The press conference would be held right after lunch, which Jimin barely touched because of his nervousness.
"You look fabulous." Jihyo, the stylist said with proud, sparkling eyes. "Dahyun did an amazing job with your hair too."
Jimin looked at his own reflection in the full-body mirror and barely recognized himself. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His long, flat black locks had been cut a few inches, bleached in a bright blond, and styled with soft waves.
His eyes, once dark, shone in a beautiful blue and were contoured with smokey makeup. A soft gloss was diffused in his plump lips, while fake earrings adorned his ears to make the final touch around his face.
"Are you ready?" Heechul asked.
"Remind me again what I can and can't say."
"Basically, you can't say why you were kept away for all this time."
"It's not like I know."
"Don't stress over it, ok? I'll be there to guide the questions. And what you don't want or can't answer, just say 'no comments'. It's just as simple as that."
