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‘So that’s him?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Huh… he’s pretty good looking for an old gazer.’
‘Shut up, Jimin.’
‘What’s your problem, Yoongi-hyung? You knew Kook would have to marry. He’s an omega and don't try to tell me you thought he would be a beta or an alpha. Everyone knew what he would present as.’
‘Don’t call me hyung.’
‘Oh come on, I had sex more times with you than all the other guys I’ve ever been with combined. That’s a lot coming from a former prostitute. I think I’ve earned my right to call you hyung.’
‘You’re still a prostitute.’
Jimin bristles upon hearing that. His small hands clench into fists, rage boiling in his coil. He knows it’s his own fault. He shouldn’t have fallen for a client. Even if that client treated him better then others, made him part of the most feared mafia group in the country and gave him a place to call home. He knows he can’t expect Yoongi to return his feelings and he really tries not to burden the older man, but at least Yoongi could treat him with respect. Not that it’s surprising, an alpha looking down at an omega. The problem is that Yoongi is more than respectful to Jungkook and yes, that’s his own brother, but most of the family looks at the bunny boy in disgust despite being related. Their father pretty much can’t stand to be in a room with Jungkook and if he has to it always ends with him calling the boy a disgrace.
So why is Yoongi so gentle with him? Why does his stupid gummy smile only appear when the gang’s maknae is present? Why can’t he look at Jimin half as fondly as he does at Jungkook?
‘Am I?’ he seethes at the elder. ‘I could have sworn you haven’t been paying me for my services for the past year.’
‘Don’t make a big deal out of it. We’re not exclusive.’
‘I know that!’
How could he not, when he walked into Yoongi pounding into another omega more times than he can count. When he watched the only man he has ever loved fuck his way through Soul.
He knows, but God does it hurt to hear him say it.
‘If you know, then don’t bring it up again.’ The omega shrinks under Yoongi’s glare.
‘Ok.’ He whispers sadly.
‘Boss.’ They both turn to look at the person interrupting them.
‘What is it, Namjoon?’
‘Your father wants to see you.’
Yoongi gives the man a lazy smirk.
‘You know that he’s your boss more than I am, right?’
‘And you know I don’t see him as such, sir.’
‘Good, let’s go. See you, Jimin.’
Namjoon glances at the short omega, the sadness in his eyes making him grimace in sympathy.
‘Aren’t you going to follow him?’ asks Jimin, while turning away and staring out the window. ‘You know better than to disregard his orders.’
‘Are you okay?’ Namjoon doesn’t know why he’s asking, but every time he sees Jimin he looks so incredibly sad that he just can’t stop himself.
‘I don’t need your pity, Kim Namjoon.’ growls Jimin. ‘If you want to fuck me just ask.’
Namjoon sighs. This is what he gets for caring.
‘We both know you haven’t slept with anyone except for Yoongi since you came here, Jimin-ssi. So let’s not pretend.’
‘And how do you know that? Are you spying on me?’
‘I’m in charge of your safety, knowing who you meet with is part of the job. Besides, you just confirmed it for me. See you around, Jimin-ssi.’ he bows quickly and leaves the room.
The silence he's left with does not help with silencing his thoughts. He thinks back to his first meeting with Yoongi. He still doesn’t know if knowing the elder male is the best or the worst thing that ever happened to him. On one hand, it led to his debt being paid off, but on the other, it thought him the pain of unrequired love.
Well, they always say it’s better to have loved and suffered than have not loved at all.
Flashback to 2 years ago
‘Client in room 12, Jimin.’
‘I know.’
‘If you know then fucking move.’
How is he supposed to move if his body is so sore he can barely breathe?
If his insides are churning from the disgust he feels for himself?
If he feels like he's going to break any second?
‘Jimin!’
He gets up. Almost loses his balance, but at least he’s standing on his own two feet.
He can do this. He can. He has to.
‘Welcome to the Butterfly House, what can I do for you today?’ he doesn’t even bother to look up at the client, they are all the same to him anyway, some just smell better and are less drunk than others.
‘Holy fuck, are you okay?’ a deep voice asks.
‘What?’ he’s so shocked that he actually lifts his head and looks at the man in front of him.
Oh. He’s young and handsome.
‘I asked if you’re okay. You look like you’re about to pass out.’
‘I assure you, sir, I am more than capable of satisfying you.’
‘Don’t bullshit me, darling. You’re barely keeping yourself upright.’
‘I’m fine.’
The man sights and gets up from his seat.
‘I have no interest in fucking a zombie. I’ll come back another day.’
‘If you leave, I’ll just have to go to a different client. Just get what you came here for.’
‘Fine.’ Jimin can see that he is getting annoyed. ‘I’ll stay, but you’re going to sleep.’
‘I can’t do tha…’
‘I’ll still pay you and when you can properly function I’ll do what I came here for, but right now you need to shut up and go to sleep before I lose my patience.’
That’s what Jimin did and after he woke up the man fucked him just like he promised. He was confused for days after that encounter, because the alpha actually asked him what he liked in bed, gave him a safe word to use and made sure he came. That was a first for him.
What confused him even more was that the next time the alpha came back he brought him a new blanket, after that it was a soft hoodie and by the third time when the man told him his name and pushed a delicate glass figure of a hummingbird into his small fingers he realized that he had already fallen for him.
It wasn’t because of the gifts. It was because of the questions Yoongi asked him. It didn’t really matter what they were about, wheatear they were about his family or his dreams, it was the simple fact that he asked them, that he wanted to hear what Jimin, the dirty omega prostitute, had to say. He wondered for a long time why Yoongi cared for him. Later when the man actually paid off his debt and offered him a place in his group, he tried to figure out what was so special about him. He was pretty, he knew that, but there were many beautiful people and Yoongi with his looks, status and money could have anyone. So why would he help Jimin? He knew for Yoongi it wasn’t love, the man was still seeing other people.
A month after he came to live in the courters of the Min Group he saw the reason. He was summoned along with everyone in the mansion for the monthly assembly concerning the household. There were gang members, private prostitutes, kitchen staff, butlers and guards. Yoongi stood next to his father, a terrifying man who Jimin only crossed paths with once and didn’t want to ever again. The Min Alpha had everything in the gang and private household under complete control, no one moved or even breathed without his knowledge and no one stood up to him. In the middle of that assembly, during Min’s speech, there was a sneeze. Everyone bristled and looked towards one of the elderly cooks who let out the sound. Such a small thing could cost you your life in this house. With a small tilt of the alpha’s head, two guards moved towards the cook with batons raised and just as the metal was about to collide with the man’s skin…
‘Stop.’
With that one word, everything seemed to freeze. Jimin glanced around the hall and was met with a lean boy no older than fifteen staring directly at the guards and the cook. To Jimin’s astonishment, the man let their hands drop to their sides.
‘What do you think you’re doing, Jungkook?’ growled Alpha Min advancing towards the boy.
‘Father.’ Yoongi’s voice carried a clear warning. ‘He’s just a kid.’
‘Exactly. How dare a kid, moreover a useless omega speak orders that defy mine?’
‘He’s not an omega yet.’
‘Yet. He’s already acting just like your whore of a mother and you remember what happened to her don’t you, son?’
‘Of course.’ Gritted out Yoongi.
‘Good. Now get this disgrace out of my site along with the cook, having him beaten now won’t be fun anyway.’
The whole room seemed to sag with relief. Jimin watched as Yoongi grabbed the boy’s hand and led him outside. As soon as he could, Jimin followed in the same direction.
‘You can’t do that, Kookie-ah. He’s going to hurt you, you know that.’
‘But Soosoo-hyung didn’t do anything wrong.’
‘I know, bunny, I know, but please be more careful. I don’t want you to get hurt.’
‘I’m not worried about that, hyung!’
‘Why wouldn’t you be?!’
‘Cause you told me that as my big brother, you’ll always protect me! And with you watching my back I don’t have to be afraid of anything!’
From his hiding place behind the column, Jimin could see Yoongi’s features scrunched up in concern.
‘Kookie, that’s not…’
‘You’ll always protect me, right?’
The moment Yoongi’s eyes softened and lips turned into a genuine smile, not a smirk, but a grin that showed of his gums, the moment he replied a whispered ‘Of course, bun.’, that was the moment Jimin understood.
Yoongi helped him because his little brother was going to be an omega, because Jimin had reminded him of Jungkook, because it was clear that protecting a fragile being was his second nature. Yoongi’s affection towards Jimin was just an extension of his love for Jungkook.
In that moment of realization, despite the obvious innocence of the younger, Jimin felt resentment starting to grow in his heart and no matter how much he came to love the little omega over the months that came after, it stayed rooted deep inside him.