So I was thinking about Az flying Mor up to the House of Wind, and of course Rhys flying Feyre up there too, and I was thinking… that must take a lot of strength. I mean, obviously our baby bats are strong, but it just hit me that not only are they carrying their ladies, but flying at the same time, so…
A/N: I’m hoping this one turned out ok since I’ve never wrote for Stan before! I had to not go into so much detail from the conversations from the movie due to my memory not being the greatest, so other than that, I hope you enjoy!
The last shrill bell filled the hallways, signaling that it was the end of the day. You weaved your way through the crowded hallway to your locker where you grabbed the trash you had left in there and quickly dumped it. You caught a quick glimpse of Greta storming into the bathroom and a sound of disapproval came from your throat. Honestly, it did not matter who she was after. You knew it was nothing good and you were not going to just let whatever was going to happen, happen without consequences. Slamming the locker, you quickly merged in with the crowds and headed to the bathroom. Your shoulder shoved a girl to the side as you crossed your arms over your chest, “Greta, aren’t you a little to old to be playing ‘crybaby bully’? What happened? Someone told you the truth and you couldn’t handle it?” You glanced at the girl standing in the stall next to a closed one, “Hey!” It was too late, she was already dumping the contents in over the victim.
“Just letting the slut smell like what she is, trash.” Greta bared her teeth at you as she now stood in front of you, in an attempt to be threatening. Your face twisted as you covered your nose, “oh, so you mean like your breath? Because it’s rank. Do you even brush your teeth? Because it doesn’t look or smell like you do. Your daddy must be so proud.”
Her face twisted in anger and she shoved you back, “you’re dead bitch.”
“I’d like to see you try,” you growled out, “it seems you talk so much shit that even your breath starts to smell like it.”
Greta sneered and threw a punch that you narrowly dodged, your hands grabbed onto her shirt and threw her to the ground, “you better go before you embarrass yourself in front of your girls, Greta. I have no issue with taking the trash outside.”
“Greta, let’s just go. This bitch is crazy.” A blonde muttered, “you’re right, so if I were you, I would just shut up and run along.”
Greta scrambled to her feet, she was shaking from anger, her finger pointed at you threateningly, “you’re dead, Y/L/N. When I get my hands on you-“
“You’ll what? Dump trash on me? Call me a bitch? A slut? All but actually fight me? You aren’t shit, Greta. You’re just a little spoiled brat with a big ass mouth and a clique of rejects.” You stepped forward in a threatening manner and they scrambled out of the bathroom, you called after them mockingly sweet, “Have a great summer, you guys!”
You turned back to the bathroom as the door opened and revealed Beverly Marsh. A smile rose to your lips, “I’m sorry. If I were a little earlier you wouldn’t smell like you’ve hung around Greta all day.” A smile rose to her lips as she snickered, “I can’t believe you did that. Thank you!”
You shrugged your shoulders, “She had it coming. Hell, if they weren’t all psychotic, I would do the same to Bower’s and his crew, but that’s a literal death wish so I’ll just sabotage discreetly when it comes to them.”
She held her hand out to you and despite the garbage juice on it, you grabbed it, “Beverly, or I guess little shit or slut according to Greta.” With a chuckle, you shook her hand, “Y/N, or bitch according to Greta.”
Over the next few days, you and Beverly grew closer as you hung out, quickly becoming close friends. When she showed up at your doorstep one morning, however, with a bright smile on her face, you raised an eyebrow. “You look excited?” With a lazy hand, you run a hand through your messy hair and tiredly rubbed your eye, you were not a morning person.
“Get dressed, we are going to the Quarry.” Her voice held the excitement her face showed and you raised an eyebrow, “With who?” You knew from how she was acting it would not just be the two of you, “Bill, Richie, Eddie, Stan, and the new kid, Ben. You know them right?” You gave a nod and a slight smile lifted on your lips as the mention of Stan, you have managed to talk to him a few times so besides Richie, Stan was the one you were most acquainted with, “How did you manage that?”
“I ran into them.” Her reply was short as she grinned, “Now, go get dressed!”
You invited her in and she followed you into your house, you walked into your bedroom where you quickly threw on some clothes after you changed out of your pajamas. Quickly going to the bathroom to brush your hair and teeth, you pulled your bag on your shoulders as you stuffed an extra set of clothing in. Beverly raised an eyebrow, “it doesn’t hurt to have stuff for just incase.”
“Ok mom.” She teased with a grin, “now, let’s go!” The two of you ran out of your house and grabbed your bikes.
“So, how did you run into them?” You questioned as you rode beside her, “I ran into Bill, Eddie, and Stan getting some supplies and, you know, I helped them get it.”
“Yeah, yanno… Bower’s.” She did not go further into explaining and you did not need her to, “that prick is going to kill someone one day. I can put money on it,” your words came out sneered as you came to a stop next to Bev. You climbed off your bikes and placed down your bag, a smile lifted to your face seeing the boys on the edge, fighting over who goes first.
“I’ll go.” You turned to Bev, like the boys did, and she began taking off her dress, “Not if I beat you to it!” You teased and tossed your shirt over your head and quickly pulled down your shorts, the both of you took off sprinting with playful shoved at each other before the both of you jumped off the edge, “What the fuck!” Was the last thing you heard before you hit the water. You came up with a laugh and Beverly called out, “Come on boys!”
You swam back as they slowly began to jump. Stan landed a little closer to you, splashing you as he landed, causing a laugh to escape your lips. He came up to you laughing, he raised an eyebrow and looked around at the others before he turned his attention back to you, then it clicked, “Sorry.” You shook your head, “No, no. You’re ok.”
The rest of the day went along great, between the water fights, swimming, and the little bit of tanning you got to do with Bev. However, when Ben started talking about the history of Derry, you sat next to Stan, quietly listening. “I actually have more stuff at my house.” His comment was quiet compared to Richie loudly saying, “Let’s go see it then!”
The ride there was peaceful, several conversations were being held along with yours and Stan’s, that was somehow focused on birds, which you did not mind. Ben’s room was something else entirely. “Cool.” Richie’s mutter was the only sound in the room. Scraps of newspaper littered the walls, everything about Derry and it’s dark past. Your eyes studied quietly, “No, not at all.” You caught the last bit of what Richie was saying, your eyes glanced over at Ben, “Don’t listen to him, it’s cool.”
After twenty minutes, you looked at your watch and cleared your throat, “Well, I’ve gotta head home, but thank you for today. I had fun.” You slowly made your way out of the room after your goodbyes and walked outside to your bike. “Wait!” Your gaze quickly snapped towards the door where Stan was walking to you, “This is.. well, thank you for, you know, talking with me about birds and not…” his face scrunched and he jutted his shoulder towards the house, “Richie always has something smart to say about it and I know the others just listen to be nice, so thank you for, trying to hold the conversation about it.”
A bright smile made its way to your face as you leaned on the handlebars, “it’s no problem, I didn’t mind one bit. It’s actually pretty interesting to see it from your perspective, since you enjoy bird watching. I’m sure if I heard it from Richie, I wouldn’t enjoy it as much.” Stan’s face lit up, “I’m going to do some bird watching tomorrow! You know, if you wanna join me.” He caught himself from sounding overly excited when he quickly got the rest of statement out.
“I’d love to Stan.” Your response seemed to catch him off guard, “do you want me to-“
“I can come by tomorrow around lunch and we can ride together?” He cut you off, but you only nodded, leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek, “Sounds like a plan, Stan.” Stan’s lips curved into a smile, he let out a light chuckle at your small joke. A loud snort interrupted the sweet moment and Stan turned and shot a glare at Richie, “Sure does sound like a plan, Stan the man!”
“I fucking hate him.” Stan muttered, obviously embarrassed, you gave his hand a quick pat and a reassuring smile. You turned your attention to Richie, who was still on the porch, “hey, Richie!” You called out, which surprised Stan, “yeah?”
“Try not to sound so jealous that he has a date and you don’t.” A smirk rose to yours and Stan’s lips, an echo hung in the air after Richie’s response much like it did at the Quarry and he was obviously flustered at your smart remark, “What the fuck?!”
If I could be anything but an omega, I would be happy , I thought miserably, puking out the remnants of last night’s dinner, gripping the edge of the ceramic toilet before stumbling back up on unsteady legs. I stumbled a little, moving to the basin in the corner and staring at myself in the huge ornate mirror.
I looked like i’d been fucked by the entire football team.
Glaring at my own face, I turned on the faucet, cupping my palms to collect enough water and splashing it on my face. I never wore make-up ( i got enough unwanted attention without it ) , and the water slid down my smooth skin easily. I grabbed a bunch of paper towels and soaked up the rest of the moisture before dumping the rest in the trash.
It took me another few minutes to find the pills in my bag, dry swallowing the three huge tablets till my throat hurt . I stayed propped against the wall, waiting for the unwelcome fire in my belly to calm down. I felt uncomfortable, the slick still dripping out of me in an annoyingly distracting way.
It was the third time this year. Third time that the supplements hadn’t done their job right. I’d gone into heat despite the suppressants and I was just really really lucky that there had been no Alphas around.
i hung out with betas ( hang out being a very loose definition of me just breathing the same air as them ) and i also stayed the hell away from the Alphas in my school.
I pressed my palms into my flushed cheeks.
There was an explanation of course.
The doctor had warned me about it a long time back.
If you need to live surrounded by Alphas then you’re going to need stronger doses and your scholarship does not cover the cost of pills. You need to make a decision soon. There are plenty of omega Schools in Busal and Ilsan. Pick one and transfer out of Seulong High.
i bit my lips in consternation.
Seulong High was the best School in the country and I’d worked my ass off to get the scholarship. The best part about the school was that it didn’t have a ‘ No omegas Allowed’ clause like the rest of the schools in the country. It wasn’t because they supported omegas or something : it was just that there were just five Scholarship seats and it was fiercely competetitive. Omegas did not get into the program . they never did.
The school was reserved especially for Alphas and betas . Alpha m,en who belonged to super rich , powerul families. Chaebols, son’s of politicians , stuff like that. The girls were mostly taken , each one with an alpha or beta of her own. it was a precaution mostly, because Alphas could be unpredictable.
there were no omegas here.
Omegas were so incredibly rare that parents never actually considered letting them out into society. They were usually locked up at home, home schooled and mated off to an Alpha the moment they came of age.
And maybe i could have been that way if my parents were still alive. But they weren’t. The only family i had was my step brother and it helped that he was a top surgeon in one of the biggest Hospitals in the country. But he was an Alpha and we didn’t hang out as often as I would have liked.
Nonetheless , once every month I did check up with him .
I wanted to be a doctor. And that meant that I had to fight the system tooth and nail. So far , I’d done well. I was the top of my year.
Everyone knew that I was a recluse.
Boys stayed away ( after three or four broken noses, umpteen kicks to the crotch and a very memorable broken rib ) , girls hated me ( like i gave a damn) and most importantly : Everyone thought i was a beta.
I was one of the only three omegas on the Seulong High campus. And the other two were teachers ( who were the main reason i had manged to pass of as a beta the past year ) . They were both mated. This meant that they had no scent at all.
Now me , on the other hand….
The suppressants were the only thing keeping me from turning into some sort of Alpha Kryptonite. If they ever lost strength in front of an Alpha, I would likely lose everything I’d worked for.
I felt nauseous just thinking about it.
I could never actually leave Seulong High. I wouldn’t. And even if the suppressants were losing strength, I would just have to find a way to convince Seokjin oppa to get the stronger ones for me.
I couldn’t transfer out of this place. Just another year and i would become a medical student. I knew that. The dream was real, the endless nights of worry would soon be over. I would be free .
All i had to do was hold on.
“So, What’s the verdict?” I slipped my blouse back on, peering over the makshift partition and smiling brightly at my step brother.
Seokjin gave me a glare.
“I can’t believe you’re joking about this Min Jung . I told you to get off those pills and register in the program. You’re almost nineteen… How long are you going to go around unmated? Find an Alpha , get mated and go pursue your dreams or whatever…. Suppressants are dangerous and just look at your bloodwork! There’s an increase in every bloody toxin…!!! I want you to cut back on the dosage…”
“Seokjin…i can’t get mated now. I refuse to give an Alpha that kind of power over me! What if the creep decides he wants to stop me from becoming a doctor. i won’t even be able to say no!” I shuddered.
Seokjin’s gaze softened mariginally.
“Min, would i honestly let you marry a guy like that? i know so many Alphas myself…. You could meet a few of them.. date them for a while if you like… “ He said gently.
I rolled my eyes.
“And what if he imprints on me?” I glowered at Seokjin. “ Seriously you need to stop pimping me out to your friends! “
Seokjin glared back, affronted.
“I’m not.. Jesus you’re the single most exasperating creature on the planet! I’m trying to stop you from dying a premature death! You’re eighteen already. Your heats are going to get stronger. your scent is already tangible. I can actually smell you ! And if I can.. so can other Alphas…“ He snapped. “ Are you telling me you’d rather get raped in some alleyway by some horny Alpha then meet a decent and legit one through me?!!”
“the school nurse just thinks I need stronger suppressants.. you could just prescribe them for me…” i sulked.
“Like hell i will. I’m not an angel of death. Listen,. this is me being perfectly serious. There’s a Charity Ball for Autism on Friday. i’ll pick you up. Most of the Alphas there are young.. your age…. Quite a few of them aren’t even paired off with betas. I’ll introduce you to a few of them… They’ll love you… You can at least give it a chance.”
“And if they all turn out to be jerks…?” I challenged, grabbing my school bag.
“then I’ll prescribe the damn suppressants. But be warned.. i need legit reasons for you rejecting them…” He warned.
“Fine!” I growled, “ Fuck, why do you have to be so reasonable…it makes me want to tear my hair out.”
“Be safe, bunny. I love you. You know that right?”
“I love you too.. you big sap.” I muttered, bending down to kiss him on the lips.
Seokjin growled low.
“i told you to stop doing that….You’re not eight anymore…” He sighed.
I grinned and patted his crotch, making him yelp.
“Come on, we both know you only get it up for Jimin these days..” I winked.
Seokjin’s eyes went wide as saucers..
“How did you-?”
“Have a great day, Seokjinnie Hyung…” i faux-moaned.. “ Check your voicemail message you idiot. Jimin’s recorded himself moaning your name! I’m traumatized for life. And so is anyone else calling you!! ”
Seokjin let out a whimper and dived for his phone and i laughed as i walked out.
“I can’t believe your brother bought you this.” My roommate , Jieun whispered, fingers fluttering over the silky fabric of the gown with awed reverence.I rolled my eyes, concentrating on smoothing the lipstick across my plump lips, grimacing at the blood red tint it left behind. I hated dressing up.
But I had promised Seokjin . And he had gone out of his way to send me a dress, make-up, stiletto heels and even a Cartier Watch and jewelry.
Dear Bunny, Look good tonight or i’m signing you up for the program myself, Love Seokjin xoxox.
As far as threats went, it was pretty effective. I grabbed the curling iron on the dresser, carefully threading my sable brown locks around the heating elemnet, letting it curl my hair into bouncy curves that fell right over my chest. It was painstaking work but I manged to get it done by six.
Slipping into the dress was easier, because Jieun helped. Still, the bare shoulders made me flinch. I wasn’t particularly pale and the suppresants helped curb the natural ‘ omega glow’ that people fawned over. But my skin still looked ivory white against the dark maroon of the dress. I slipped on the necklace, a simple ruby pendant, watching the locked rest right in the center of my cleavage.
I stared at the finished result .
Kim Seokjin had taken full advantage of having an International Designer for a boyfriend and Park Jimin had out done himself .
Jieun let out a strangled moan next to me.
“Jesus fucking Christ , it should be illegal to look this good , Min Jung … What the hell! You look like a fucking dream…. !” She whispered.
I groaned a little.
I had no use for my beauty.
So far it had done nothing good for me : unwelcome advances, groping hands, catcalls and lewd remarks. Speculation if perhaps my good grades had less to do with my brains and more to do with my ability to deep throat the professors.
I wanted to peel off my clothes , chop off my hair and go sink into a bath , hopefully empty a bottle of wine and never see another Alpha again in my entire life.
And the evening hadn’t even started.
“Stop looking like you’re sucking on a lemon. And enough with the death glares ” Seokjin gritted out as I stared down yet another Alpha who was making his way over with a very dopey look on his face. He was tall, dressed like every other man in the room and the half empty glass of whiskey told me he wasn’t entirely sober. He wasn’t bad looking (alphas seldom were ) but there was a hint of cigarette smoke and stale air , wafting from his direction and…no.
My glare seemed to work. He hesitated a bit.
I stuck my thumb out, drawing it scross my neck in a slitting motion.
The young man stuttered in his footsteps, looked vaguely horrified and then turned on his heel and walked away.
Twelve down… countless more to go.
“what the fuck are you doing?!” Seokjin hissed.
“They smell like shit.” I deadpanned. “ every one of them makes me nauseous.”
“You’re being so unfair… “ Seokjin sighed.
“You expect me to spend the rest of my life with a guy who makes me nauseous?” I glared.
“i think that you should..” Seokjin stopped abruptly, head tilting as he glanced over my shoulder. His gaze went wide and he gripped my forearm. “ oh, shit.”
“what?” i whirled around but Seokjin grabbed my chin, firmly pulling me back to face him.
“Ow…oppa what the fuck..” i hissed, rubbing my chin petulantly and Seokjin hissed.
“That’s Mr. Min! One of the main investors in my hospital! He’s here with his son and his fiancee…. We’re going to have to go greet them. Please act like a human being …” He begged.
I rolled my eyes.
“you say that like I’m going to pick my nose in front of him or something.” I grumbled.
“i’m serious. Min Jae Hyun is a scary git and so is his son Yoongi.”
“Min.. are you..? You mean Min Yoongi?” I stuttered.
“You know him.?”
“Uh.. not exactly… He’s one of the seniors in my School” I managed.
“Wait, he’s in your school?” Seokjin looked stunned. “ Does he know you’re a-”
“No! Oppa..he thinks I’m a beta … he can’t know… you can’t tell..”
“Shh… it’s okay bunny… You’re on the suppressants right? He needn’t know. “ Seokjin said reassuringly and I tried not to tremble. Sweat collected along my hairline and i already felt jittery.
“Dr. Kim!!” A Rough voice called out and Seokjin gripped my wrist.
“Come on bunny…”
I turned slowly and of course, my eyes immediately clashed with Min Yoongi. Lean and built like a dream, he stood dressed in a Valentino suit, shoulders framed perfectly in the smooth black fabric. He had ash blond hair, eyes a dark obsidian black and thin attractive lips,subtly smiling as he look the hand that Seokjin offered.
Next to him stood Jung Yuju, Yoongi’s fiancee and long time girlfriend. She gave me the annoyed look that beta females always reserved for omegas.
The ‘ something dirty like you doesn’t deserve to look so pretty ‘ look.
“Hello hyung.” Yoongi drawled easily and his gaze shifted to me in a question.
“you look familar…” He said briskly.
“This is my sister, Lee Min Jung… Bunny , this is Mr. Min and his son Yoongi. His soon to be daughter in law Yuju.” Seokjin smiled brigthly and i felt my ears burn as Yoongi smirked.
He gave me a vaguely curious glance and his nostrils flared briefly. I felt his eyes change color briefly, tinted red for just a second and my heart skipped a beat.
He’d scented me. He looked confused for a second, no doubt why he was smelling omega.
But then he looked amused again.
“Bunny huh?” He drawled.
I couldn’t even unglue my tongue enough to glare at him.
See, here’s the thing :
Min Yoongi was exquisitely hot.
Not just the physically attractive , oh he’s handsome kind of hot.
I mean he is that. He has one of those naturally aesthetic faces, meant to be on billboards across the country.
But more than that he .. smelled good.
But i also know that the betas in our school, all the girls who pined after him , even his long term girlfirned did not know the effect Yoongi’s Alpha scent had on an Omega.
The effect it had on me.
the only time i’d been exposed to it was nearly eight months ago, when I’d watched him beat up some kid for bullying one of the freshmen. The exertion from the fight had made him sweaty and panting and his scent had been even stronger than usual.
Strong enough to dig into my brain and take firm root there. And now, i could smell it again. not as strong as usual, probabaly because he’d sprayed on scent maskers for the event. But it was there nonetheless : pine trees and sunshine, rainstorms and black satin sheets. i felt the heat begin to lick it’s way up my spine, warmth pooling at the pit of my stomach, and then the tell-tale wetness threatening to drip.
“You’re a junior, aren’t you?” Yoongi said casually and his voice was yet another nail in my coffin. He sounded raspy and drunk, half asleep and scratchy. The deep bass of his tone and the masculine voice rang through my body like a vibrato.
And i knew on a practical level that it was my biology. Alphas have a differently evolved voice box. it gives them that dominant tone and omegas have the sensitive nerve endings that react to that particular voice.
So, honestly , It wasn’t anything personal, the way his voice made me want to drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his cock, right there in front of everyone.
it was biology.
I choked on my own lust ridden thoughts and Seokjin gave me a curious glance.
“Why don’t you join us at our table, Doc… We can talk a bit more about that proposal for another laboratory.” Mr. Min said briskly and Seokjin looked like he’d just received an invitation to dine with the pope.
“Yes.. Yes sir..” He breathed happily and i flinched as he let go of me.
“Bun-” He stopped when i glowered at him.” I mean.. Min Jung, why don’t you stay with yoongi and Yuju…We’ll just..”
He was already moving away and i stood still, aware of Yuju’s stare boring holes into my skull.
“Please.. carry on , I’ll be fine by myself.” I said automatically and Yoongi didn’t protest, merely bowing slightly.
“Pleasure meeting you, Min Jung.”
“Are you an omega?” Yuju said suddenly , eyes narrowed dangerously and i froze.
I held her gaze calmly.
“That is none of your business” I said loftily.
“Oh please… Coming to a formal event dressed like a fucking whore. Only your kind could be that shameless.”
I hated the way she said it, like i wasn’t even human.
“Yuju.. you shouldn’t talk like that to- ” Yoongi began, moving as though to touch me and i knocked his hand away.
“You don’t have to defend me..I can do it myself.” I snapped .
i rounded on the bitch next to him.
“ It’s such a pity your father’s money could buy you those boobs but not a better personality.” I glared at her before turning to move away.
Stupid fucking alphas and Betas!! they could all go die in a fire!!
I’d barely taken a step before I felt a torrent of wetness on my cheek , all over my shoulders and down my chest. i stood still stunned as everyone turned around to stare at us.
it took me a second to realize that she had chucked her entire glass of wine on me.
“Apologize now, you filthy little omega!” She screamed , so loud that my ears rang.
“Fuck , Yuju… Stop.. What the hell is wrong with you?” Yoongi grabbed his fiancees wrist and yanked her away while i stood there humiliated.
Seokjin was at my side a second later.
“it wasn’t my fault… “ i started, voice wobbling but Seokjin merely sushed me , shrugging off his coat and tossing it over my shoulders before bowing stiffly.
“Please excuse us…” He growled at Yoongi, eyes flaring red as he stared him down before pulling me away from both of them .
i let him lead me out of the room and into the nearest rest room.
“I’m so sorry..” He said apologetically. “ I shouldn’t have brought you here…”
“I didn’t even provoke her…” I felt my voice wobble. “ This is why i hate alphas!” I gritted out.
“Come on , bunny you’re being unfair… Yoongi didn’t..”
“He’s engaged to her…” i sneered. “ No doubt he agrees with everything she believes. Probably thinks omegas are dirt.” I felt tears sting.
It was unbelievable because I was actually wet, my underwear soaked because of that fucker’s goddamn scent …and it didn’t even matter because he was a bastard and his fiancee was a class A demon.
Min Yoongi could go to hell and he could take his bitchy girlfriend with him.
“i know bunny… it’s alright. Come on.. you can stay with me tonight.” Seokjin cooed and i relaxed a little. Seokjin had a bomb apartment in one of the best localities in the city. i could at least drink some wine and relax in a nice warm bath and hopefully dream of a dead or dying Yuju.
Seokjin’s guest room had the softest, plushiest mattress in the world. After a nice hour long bath and a glass of wine, i was relaxed enough to drift into a nice , warm sleep. So , when i woke up to jimin screaming, I almost screamed myself.,
“WHAT DO MEAN THEY’RE SUSPENDING YOU!!!”
“Jiminie… keep it down.. Min Jung’s sleeping…”
“THEY CAN’T JUST SUSPEND YOU BECAUSE A SPOILED LITTLE BITCH WENT AND TATTLED TO HER FATHER…!!” Jimin was screaming.
I froze, sitting up so fast that my spine almost snapped.
I crawled out of the bed so fast my legs got caught in the blankets, my body landing on the carpeted flooor with a thud. i kicked away the annoying fabric and scrambled to my feet, grabbing the door and throwing myself out into the living space in disbelief.
“they suspended you?!” I choked in disbelief.
Jin looked stunned to see me . And a little guilty.
“Bunny.. wait..it’s not..” he began holding a hand up as though to calm me but i snarled in anger.
“Why?” I felt my voice shake in misery.
“It’s nothing. The Director thinks that just for two weeks, i should take a break because of what Mr. Min.. umm.. said..”
“Two weeks?!! They suspended you for two weeks because his bitchy daughter in law couldn’t act like a civilized human?” I said stunned.
“Min jung… it’s not that serious.. i was thinking of taking time off anyway and…”
“I’m going to kill him.” I said, my entire body shaking in disbelief.
“Oh, God. It isn’t Yoongi’s fault. Min jung Please don’t make the whole thing worse..”
“Worse?! They suspended you hyung.. You’re the most brilliant surgeon in the damn country and they suspended you over that little spat ?! Who does he think he is?! God?! “ I was shaking so bad that my teeth chattered.
I turned on my heel and rushed back into the room, grabbing my clothes and stalking into the bath room. Every ounce of attraction i’d felt for the idiot had vanished, in it’s place seething anger and fury filled my heart. I could put up with being bullied when it was me.
But Seokjin was innocent . He breathed and lived for his job. to think that anyone would actually try to take that away from him… was unacceptable.
Min Yoongi was going to get his ass whooped.
I found Yoongi in the Music room.
it took me more than an hour, hunting through every possible Alpha hangout to find the guy and now that i realized he was actually in the music room, playing the piano of all things, i felt so completely thrown that i just stood there gaping for a few seconds.
“Min Jung?” He looked surprised to see me, pushing away from the piano to stand up and i came to my senses, trying to ignore the way his scent just washed over me like a bloody hurricane.
“Who do you think you are?!” I hissed angrily.
“You think you’re so great, just because you’re rich?! it’s not even your money! You were just lucky to be born his son. You’re just lucky you were born an Alpha.. Do you think you earned the respect people give you?” i spat out , fury coursing through my veins.
“Min Jung, what are you-”
“You got my brother suspended?!! Because your evil girlfriend couldn’t act civil?!” I laughed without mirth.
“it was a misunderstanding, i already-”
“I mean… honestly… what makes you better than omegas? huh? Are you smarter? yeah.. probably…but guess what…i’m smart too. I outranked hundreds of thousands of kids to be here…. I’m not an idiot… ! ” I was dangerously close to tears but i barelled on.
“ Are you richer than me? Yes… but guess what.. some day i’ll be rich too. And unlike you, it will be my money.. money that i earned… I’ll be rich and powerful and unlike you, i’ll use that for good. I won’t bully people into stuff or fire perfectly hardworking doctors from their jobs just because my girlfriend can’t act like a decent human being!”
Yoongi didn’t reply. . He just stood there staring at me .
i wasn’t done.
“ And guess what?? someday i’m going to be a doctor. And you know what i’m going to do? I’m going to find an end to this Alpha omega nonsense. I’m going to prove…once and for all that you alphas aren’t in anyway better than..” i almost said me… catching myself at the last second..” omegas. i’m going to do it. Then you can all stop treating omegas like crap!! ” I growled.
I panted, breathless from all the yelling and for a few seconds we just stood still staring at each other.
And then his phone rang.
He casually pulled it out and glanced at it.
And then he took the call, transferring it to the speakers.
“Yoongi…?” It was Seokjin.
“Yoongi,… your father called. He told me what happened .. Thank you so much buddy…”
“Don’t mention it hyung..” Yoongi kept his gaze on me and i felt foreboding rise inside me. That didn’t sound good.
“Listen.. Min Jung misunderstood what happened. She’s probabaly on the way there …”
“She’s here.” yoongi said casually and i choked.
“Seokjin oppa?” i said nervously.
“Bunny?! Oh God.. tell me you didn’t hit him or something!! “ Seokjin sounded nauseuous.
Yoongi laughed softly.
“No hyung.. She didn’t do anything. Just got here infact..”
“Oh thank God.. Min jung…I’m reinstated. Yoongi told his dad that it was all a misunderstanding and Mr. Min personally called and spologized for it. Everything’s fine so please spare Yoongi your fists of fury…”
I felt my face flame red enough to catch fire.
oh, God, where was a lightning bolt when you needed one?
“Hyung, i’ll call you back.” Yoongi hung up.
I straed at him and then took a step back. i knew i should apologize. But i couldn’;t bring myself to say it.
“I should.. um… just leave..” I turned on my heel , ready to bolt .
i almost reached the door when his voice came out, low rumbling and an outright growl.
“ Stop right there..”
I froze, stunned when the syllables felt like bullets against my spine, pain hitting my nerves and making my entire body ache.
I couldn’t move.
Oh, God no.
He was using his Alpha voice. If there was even an ounce of doubt about the kind of guy Min Yoongi was, it evaporated.
He’s just like the rest of them.
I trembled a bit, willing myself to not move. To act like I was merely waiting for him to continue. Not like i couldn’t move.
His voice rumbled over me again and it really did feel like little pricks of a needle up and down my spine.
“Are you an omega? Tell me the truth…” He was using the same voice, the one I couldn’t fight.
But I was still on the suppressants and not completely helpless and although it took every single ounce of my energy, I took a deep breath, aware of the painful ache inside my skull.
“No, i’m not.” I whispered. It felt like Someone had taken a knife to my gut, the pain visceral and unbearable. It wasn’t in my gene to lie to an Alpha.
Silence. My entire body felt taught, stretched like a rubber band.
“If you’re so proud of omegas… why are you ashamed to admit it yourself.” He sneered. I shut my eyes.
“I’m leaving.” I said firmly.
He chuckled softly.
“Leave. I’m not stopping you.”
But he was.
‘We both knew he was.
I opened my mouth, ready to argue but the door slammed open suddenly, breaking the spell. i sagged a bit as Yuju stalked in. She took one look at me and launched herself at me.
i was still weak from what yoongi had done and i went down like a rock, head hitting the floor with a painful crack. Stunned , I shoved her away and dragged myself up. Yoongi was reaching for me again.
“Are you okay Min Jung..?” He looked genuinely worried but i glared at him.
“You’re a bastard. every single one of you.!! You just deserve eacth other !” I snarled, dragging myself up and getting the hell away from him.
I didn’t stop running till i’d locked myself in my room.
And it was only then did I let the tears fall.
Author’s Note : Whew… tiring. Did you guys like it? i would love to have some feedback.
Frankly, Tim was having a terrible day. He’d broken his wrist a week ago, which meant no patrol, and he’d finished all the work he could do from home. He was going stir-crazy— wandering aimlessly around his apartment, checking and rechecking his equipment. In the end he’d driven to the manor, hoping for something to do, but the house had been empty all night. He’d clicked through Netflix episodes until the early hours of the morning, fallen asleep on the couch, and woken up exhausted.
At least Dick wasn’t doing any better. He called to check in while Tim was headed downstairs, complaining about a streak of murders in his neighborhood that he hadn’t been able to solve. Tim put him on speaker when he hit the kitchen, set his phone on the counter, and nodded to Damian, who was already at the table. Damian didn’t look up from his newspaper.
“Drake. You look half-dead.”
“You’ve looked worse.” Tim pulled the pancake mix from the shelf and turned around in time to see Damian slowly lower his paper, clearly scandalized. Tim decided he was too tired to care.
“We need to work on your sense of self preservation,” sighed Dick. “Hey, Damian. Try not to stab anyone.”
“No promises.” Damian glared pointedly in Tim’s direction and went back to his paper.
“Anyway, Tim, listen— I have to go. I’ve been awake for forty hours, and this isn’t getting any easier.”
“Have you considered taking a break?”
“This was my break.” Dick stifled a yawn. “I’ll be fine.”
Tim figured he probably would be, until he saw Damian’s eyes narrow. Uh oh. As Dick clicked off the line, Damian folded up his newspaper and made for the door. Tim followed him into the hallway, grinning. He was pretty sure he knew what was about to happen.
“So what are you going to do to him?”
“Go away, Drake.”
“Slip him sleep meds? Break into his apartment and badger him into submission?”
“You’re not going to physically fight him, are you?”
“No.” Damian swept inside his bedroom, slamming the door in Tim’s face. “Mind your own business.”
“Damian, c’mon, I just want to know if I have enough time to make popcorn.” No answer. Tim leaned against the doorframe, listening to Damian clatter around inside. “If this is about what I said in the kitchen, I’m sorry about the dead joke.”
Damian’s voice came out muffled behind the wood. “No you’re not.”
Okay, fine. He wasn’t. “Seriously, tell me what you’re planning to do.”
“I’m going to ask him politely to go to sleep.”
“That’s it?” Tim pulled away from the wall, disappointed— and maybe a little irritated. He knew from personal experience that if he went that long without sleeping, Damian started pulling out sedatives. As tired as he was of Damian’s over the top interventions, Tim had always assumed they were over the top because that’s how Damian did things. From the right angle, he was almost being nice. But if he wasn’t going to do it to Dick…
“How come you don’t—” Tim cut himself off as Damian’s door swung open.
“Because Grayson values my opinion and me as a person, so if I ask him to take care of himself, he will. Because Grayson listens to to me.” Damian swung his laptop bag over his shoulder, shot Tim a look that said (very clearly) unlike some people, and marched back up the hall.
“That’s not…” Tim stood for a few seconds, arms crossed, then hurried after Damian. “Okay, that’s not fair. I listen to you. Or at least I would if you ever asked me for anything.”
“I do,” said Damian. “You don’t.”
“Since when?” Tim couldn’t remember ignoring any requests— Damian didn’t talk to him that often, and most of what he did say was insulting. Tim could remember a few comments about his life habits, sure, but no questions. Damian never asked.
Alright, maybe that was Damian’s version of asking.
“Fine.” Tim caught up with Damian at the front door, while he was fishing for his keys. “I’ll pay more attention next time.”
Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m thrilled. Can you drive me to Grayson’s apartment?”
“Yeah. Sure.” Finally, something to do. He’d been lying around for days, and he was starting to feel like dead weight. Useless. Anyway, Tim wanted to see how this played out— Dick was stubborn, and Tim wasn’t sure that he would cooperate as easily as Damian predicted. He was as much of a workaholic as any of them.
I have into the dark side of Bendy and the Ink Machine. But I’m human trash, so…no surprise there right?
WAKE ME UP, WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!!
Anyways, just here saying…hii. This is the first post in my art/rp blog, sooo yay? Also please DO NOT repost, or trace, or steal my character? I know she’s a fan character but I’m most likely going to use her for other things as well besides bendy and the ink machine. Please do report anyone who you see is stealing my art and inform me, thank you!~
Also this bendy’s design was made by the talented @devilswinginbendy I think that person is awesome, we never talked, but i would like too-but me a smol mun who shy
well, yesterday was the first time i ever cried at work. one of the first customers I had to serve was this super obnoxious guy who yelled at the top of his lungs about how much our products/prices sucked and that everything is garbage when I recommended them to him and then he came back a second time, bought a lighter, and fiddled with the safety using my scissors that ended up flying at me. he saw that but didn’t even bother apologizing, he just commented in a loud monotone voice that that happened then left. (he’s the only guy who has ever done that. normal people usually just pay for their shit and go.) my next customer was a woman who came in talking on her phone. i sold her her precious cigarettes and she took out her old empty pack, dumped it on the counter and told me “that’s trash”, then she unwrapped the plastic from the new pack I gave her and tossed it on there saying something like “take that too”. then she apologized to her FRIEND on the phone as if I was the inconvenience and went on her way. THE PUBLIC GARBAGE BIN WAS LITERALLY FIVE FEET AWAY AND VISIBLE FROM ALL CORNERS.
I kept my cool during these actual encounters and at worst, made some noncommital remarks that implied what they were doing was rude af, but once they were done, i started to break down. the fact that i went through this while on my period wasn’t helping at all. i guess the pressure of sacrificing school time and my personal life just to be disrespected by people for minimum wage got to me. I signed up to be a cashier, not a part-time janitor and human garbage can.
I just don’t understand what is with these assholes who think leaving their shit with the cashier is a decent thing to do. i work in a super small corner shop in the middle of a market, not even a corporate chain store, and even then, i have never seen customers pull that shit until i started working here. It might not seem a big deal to others who have gone through worse, but it still feels dehumanizing and degrading as hell. Please tell me this isn’t a normal thing.