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Jimin looked at the blood in horror, frantically shaking the man lying under him to check his health. His mom was going to kill him. His mam was going to kill him. Hell, that guy's parents will probably want to kill him, too. He was going to die so many times.

"Jimin? Why are you freaking out?"

"I bit you!"

"Yes?"

"I bit you!" Maybe Hoseok didn’t hear him right.

"Yes, I know, it was my shoulder, I felt it. Can we keep going?"

"Nonononononono, you don't understand, I bit you. I am an Alpha and I bit you. I am so sorry."

"Jimin, chill, we were having sex. It happens."

Jimin frowned. Biting was not supposed to just ‘happen’.

"But I didn't ask. We are not boyfriends. I don't even know your last name!"

"Jung, it's Jung. Jung Hoseok. But Jimin, chill, it's just a bite. It will be gone in a few weeks. It's okay, I am not mad."

"But you should be, it's serious." Jimin knew he was whining.

"It's not. I have been bitten before, I will just wait a couple of weeks until it goes away. It's really not a big deal."

Jimin frowned harder. It was definitely a big deal. Mating was a big deal. There were laws to make things right, of course, but it didn't change the fact that bites could put Omegas in very precarious positions.

"What if I had Alpha voice?"

"It's a myth, Jimin."

It was not. Alpha voices were rare, sure. But even if people tended to forget it, it still existed. There were still Alphas out there who could order around Omegas if they put a mating mark on them.

Since Omegas gained legal protection against abusive Alphas, some decades ago, the number of Alphas able to use Alpha voice against their Omega mate had dropped drastically. Because now, Omegas could be more careful, could leave their mate if they were abused. They could ask for the bond to be broken, and for the Alpha to not go anywhere near them ever again. The Alpha voice gene quickly disappeared, because who wanted to mate and have children with an Alpha who could make you do things against your will? So now, the gene almost didn’t exist anymore.

But only almost. Jimin knew that, because Jimin's mam had Alpha voice.

And if Jimin's mam had Alpha voice, there was a big chance he did, too.

He didn’t feel brave enough to tell Hoseok.

"But what if?"

"Well, if you do, just be a good guy and don't use it on me. Now please can we go back to the sex please? You were great before you started freaking out, and orgasms under a mating bite are the best, trust me."

-

As expected, Jimin's parents killed him when he told them about the incident. While his mother only scolded him lightly, his mather spent a good half hour screaming at him on the phone.

"You know better, Park Jimin! I taught you better than that!"

"But mam, it was an accident! He wasn't even mad!" That’s what he repeated himself, over and over again, in order to avoid feeling guilty. Truly, he wasn’t convinced yet.

"How do you know that for sure, Jimin? Maybe he was mad. Maybe he was terrified you would order him to do something, so he decided to not react."

"I would never do that!"

"Are you sure? Are you really sure? Baby, you accidentally bit someone. What if you were mad? What if you were not careful? What if you ordered him something accidentally, too?"

Jimin sobbed, scared and confused and angry at himself.

On the other end of the line, he heard his mother taking back the phone.

"Honey? Honey don't cry. It's okay to make mistakes, it's just a really big mistake, this time. But it could have been worst, in the end, nobody was hurt, right? You won't do it again."

"No, mom." He sobbed.

"Good. Listen, where is that boy, now?"

"I don't know, he is in another dance team, more advanced. I only saw him one or twice around the campus."

"Well, try to not meet him until the bite fades, okay? That way, we are sure nothing will happen. Does it sound okay to you, honey?"

Jimin nodded to himself, before answering a weak "yeah".

He would not disappoint his parents a second time. He called them for advice, and he was going to listen to them. No more mistake.

-

In the end, Jimin spent two months avoiding the dance classes, and the club he had met Hoseok at. One month should have been enough, but he wanted to punish himself as much as he wanted to avoid seeing Hoseok while the mark was still there. No more mistake.

And it was probably a good thing, because the minute he stepped in the dance class, he saw Hoseok. With a bite mark on his neck, clearly visible under the loose tank top the older dancer was wearing.

Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit. Was it his? Did he accidentally mark him permanently? Jimin checked his own neck. A mark couldn't be permanent unless both parties bit at the same time, and he would have notice it, if he had been bitten. But maybe something was wrong with him, and the mark stuck?

On the other side of the room, Jungkook waved at him with enthusiasm.

"Jimin-hyung!!!! Long time no see! You finally decided to come back? The teacher was ready to expulse you from the team. You are lucky she went sick. Hobi-hyung is teaching the class until she feels better. He is great."

“You only said that because you want to sleep with him.”

Jungkook frowned at Jin’s accusation.

“No, I don’t.”

“I slept with him.” Jimin mumbled, regretting it almost immediately.

Jungkook’s eyes grew two sizes.

“Is it why you didn’t come to dance class?” Jimin nodded self-consciously. “Wait, waitwait. Is it your bitemark on his neck?”

“No!” Jimin was glad he didn’t need to lie. The mark couldn’t be his, not after all those weeks.

“Of course it isn’t, JK. Jimin isn’t an asshole. He would never bite an Omega like that. You know it’s wrong!”

The youngest Alpha shook his head, eyes still huge.

“Of course, hyung, he would never. I would never.”

“It’s archaic and unnecessary. And dangerous.”

Jungkook nodded again. The kid was head over heels for Seokjin, he would agree with anything the Omega said. Beside him, Jimin shrunk on himself, feeling guilty.

“Hoseok-hyung said it feels good.” Taehyung pipped-up.

“Maybe it does.” Seokjin conceded. “But it’s still dangerous. He is going to regret it, one day.”

Surprisingly, Jungkook disagreed.

“Hyung, that’s slut-shaming.”

Taehyung nodded.

“I am not shaming him. He can do whatever he wants, I won’t judge. Hell, he should be able to do whatever he wants. If something happens, it will definitely not be his fault. But there is still a risk something will happen. You can’t trust Alphas that much.”

Jimin winced and Jungkook whimpered. Seokjin was a goofy guy who hated serious conversations with a passion, but he didn’t joke around when it came to Omega rights. And while he had several close Alpha friends, he made it clear that he would never, ever mate an Alpha. Jungkook didn’t even try asking him out, but the poor kid was already heartbroken. Jimin had always thought him a little harsh, but now that he bit an Omega without his consent, he understood Seokjin’s position. Some Alpha/Omega couples might be really happy, but it was perfectly okay to not want to take the risk. It made sense.

-

“Hyung?”

Hoseok raised his head.

“Yeah?”

“What’s the next move?” Taehyung asked carefully.

“Oh. Yes. Sorry. Hum… We are going to start again from the beginning, okay?”

The class groaned, and Seokjin let himself fall on the ground, tired. Jungkook discreetly kicked Taehyung for reminding Hoseok to teach them the choreography.

Jimin was just worried.

It had been over a month since the teacher fell sick, and when she came back, she was thrilled by the progresses they made under Hoseok’s coaching. So Hoseok stayed, to teach them twice a week. Taehyung was enchanted, having developed a weird admiration for the older dancer. Jimin was miserable.

Since then, the mark on Hoseok’s neck had disappeared. Another one took its place soon after. It wasn’t a problem, per se. Jimin was terrified to accidentally bit an Omega (again), but according to everyone in school, Hoseok had made it clear it was something he rather enjoyed during his one-night stands. And it was fine. Omegas could and should enjoy themselves. It was college, that was the point.

The problem was, that last bite didn’t seem to make Hoseok happy. Since it happened, he was distracted. Not honeymoon phase distracted, but more like constantly afraid distracted.

And maybe it had nothing to do with the bite. Maybe he had problems with school. Maybe someone in his family was sick.

But Jimin’s parents had taught him to watch out for those kind of signs, and he received yet another lecture after he fucked up and bit Hoseok. The warnings were clear in his mind.

He didn’t really know what to do with his doubts. Going to Hoseok to ask him “hey, did an Alpha bite you without your consent?” would be weird in a normal situation, but it would be downward insensitive after he himself marked the Omega.

He could ask Seokjin, but he might have to admit what he did to Hoseok, and he really, really didn’t want to do that. Jungkook was an option, but he was an Alpha, and if what he feared was happening was indeed happening, they really didn’t need another Alpha in the equation. And Taehyung was a Beta. He was nice, and he would want to help, but Jimin wasn’t sure he would understand.

In the end, he didn’t have to make the call.

-

Hoseok came to him after the lesson, looking all smiley.

“Hey Jimin-ah! How are you doing?”

“Hyung.” Jimin squeaked as an answer. It didn’t seem to bother Hoseok, who kept talking.

“Do you have a minute? I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Sure, hyung. Did I… Did I mess up in class?”

“No, of course no,” Hoseok led him to what seemed to be an empty classroom. “I just wanted your opinion on something.”

The room was, after all, not empty. Two guys were waiting, sitting on the desks. Jimin recognized them as Yoongi and Namjoon, two of Hoseok’s best friends from his rap group. Beside their Beta status, Jimin knew nothing about them, and he panicked a little.

“Am I going to get beaten up?”

It wasn’t far-fetched. Maybe Hoseok finally realized that Jimin was a horrible Alpha who bit him without asking. Maybe he had always thought that, but he needed time to gather his friends and seek revenge. Jimin knew how to defend himself, but the two Betas looks solid, and Hoseok probably wasn’t useless in a fight, neither. And if Hoseok wanted revenge, did Jimin really had the right to defend himself?

“What? No! They are here just in case, because they are paranoid.”

Jimin blinked.

“Are you afraid I am going to beat you up?”

“No, not really. But they are. And since I have not been careful lately, they tagged along.”

His tone implied that he clearly disagreed with his last sentence.

“I’m really sorry I bit you.” Jimin said, just in case.

Hoseok laughed.

“No, no. If we talk about that, I should be the one to apologize. I made you bite me, and I didn’t stop to reassure you even if I could see you were not comfortable.”

“You didn’t make me bite you.”

“Okay, but I highly encouraged you. Like… whines and neck-baring encouraged you.”

“TMI, Seok-ah.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes at Yoongi.

“Anyway. You panicked a lot about Alpha voice, so I wondered if, maybe, you had it.”

Jimin was uncomfortable.

“I honestly don’t know?”

Hoseok and his friends shared a look, disappointment clear in their eyes, and the Alpha wondered what the hell they could need Alpha voices for.

“But my mam has it, so maybe I do, too? I had never bit an Omega before, so I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t want to know.”

“Could you try?”

“How?”

“Order me something.”

“Now? It won’t work even if I do have Alpha voice. You don’t have my bitemark anymore.”

Hoseok looked a little bit reassured.

“It doesn’t work even if you bit me before?”

“No! Gods, no, it would be terrifying. It only works as long as the mark is active.”

“Are you sure? The books I found weren’t very clear about that.” Asked Namjoon, looking skeptical.

“Yes! My parents taught me everything about it just in case I end up having it. We can call them if you want? I swear I can’t do anything to you now that the mark faded.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Hum…” Hoseok’s mouth was doing a sad little triangle shape, “that’s both good news and a bad one.”

“You should just leave the city for a month.” Yoongi suggested.

“I can’t, he told me not to.”

Jimin was feeling lost. Everyone was being cryptic, and he still didn’t understand why they wanted him to talk about his potential Alpha voice.

“Hoseok-hyung, what is happening?”

“The last guy who bit him has Alpha voice.” Namjoon explained. “And he is making him do things.”

“Not bad things!” Hoseok cut. Yet, Namjoon grumbled. “He just tells me to, like, sit on the floor, lick his little finger. Stuff like that. I think it’s the first time he is using it, and he is just… testing what he can do. It’s humiliating, but… Nothing too dangerous.”

“He made you bend over one of the sixth-floor’s window!” Yoongi looked mad.

“He just wanted to scare me.”

“It worked, you were terrified, Hoseok!”

He probably was. Jimin knew that Hoseok was somewhat of a scared cat.

“Why don’t you go to the police?”

Namjoon’s eyes widened, and he stood up, ready to go.

“No.” Hoseok said. Then, he froze, looking surprised by his own words. He opened his mouth, and closed it. His hands were shaking. His breath was short. He looked terrified. Jimin stood up and slapped him. Hoseok slapped him right back, and Namjoon and Yoongi looked ready to attack. Jimin raised his hands in a peaceful gesture, and looked at Hoseok.

“Sorry hyung, but stop trying to talk. He told you to not go to the police, right?”

The Omega nodded carefully.

“It wouldn’t do any good, anyway,” he said, voice low and slow, “I have a reputation. I tried going to the campus police once, because an Alpha was getting insistent and started following me, but they said it shouldn’t be a problem for me, since I was probably going to sleep with him anyway.”

Jimin’s blood boiled. Yoongi raised his head.

“Was it that dickface you asked us to push in the lake?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t tell us you tried the police.”

Hoseok rubbed the heel of his hand against his eyes, tired.

They didn’t speak for a while, until Jimin finally asked.

“So, why did you want me to have Alpha voice?”

“You are a nice Alpha. I thought you could order me the contrary of what he would order me.”

“I’m not sure you can out-order an order. And even if we tried, and it doesn’t work, we wouldn’t know if it was because I don’t have Alpha voice, or because you actually can’t out-order someone.”

“I don’t really have another solution. I can’t avoid him, he is in one of my classes, and he ordered me not to miss class.” He paused, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “I am scared he is going to bite me again when the mark fade.”

Jimin rubbed his neck, feeling Namjoon’s gaze boring into him.

“Jimin-ah. You have an Omega friend, right. Kim Seokjin?”

“Yes?”

“You are close. You could bite him to see if you do have Alpha voice, before trying that with Hoseok.”

The young Alpha could already see his body parts floating way after being ripped of his torso by Seokjin.

“Hyung would kill me if I ever suggested biting him. If I tried to use Alpha voice on him, it will be long and painful.” He paused. “Jungkook would probably help him, too.”

“Jungkook? He is an Alpha, too, right?”

“Yeah… But he never bit anyone, so I don’t know if he could help you. I’m sorry I can’t help. I could… I could play bodyguard for you, hyung?

Yoongi snorted and Jimin pouted, affronted.

“I am strong!”

“I’m sure you are.” Hoseok assured him. “More than me, anyway. But I wouldn’t be able to justify you following me everywhere, anyway.”

“Maybe people would think he was a creep and call the police. Problem solved, you wouldn’t have to do anything.”

Hoseok hit Yoongi on the head.

“Shut up, it’s serious!” he turned back to the youngest. “Thank you, anyway. I hope I will find something. Maybe I am scared for nothing, and he will let me be once the novelty wears off.”

He probably wouldn’t. Assholes were assholes, and often stayed that way. Catching the sight of Namjoon curled fist, he could tell that the elder was thinking the same.

At least, Hoseok had them.

-

“Park Jimin.”

The tone was calm, but harsh and unexpected. Jimin fell from his bed.

Seokjin strolled inside his room, Jungkook in toes, looking fearful.

“Jin-hyung?”

Seokjin ignored him.

“I met somebody really interesting today. A man named Kim Namjoon.”

Oh, gods.

“He asked me something really weird. Do you want to know what it was?”

“Not really.”

“He asked me if I would be okay with you biting me, because he needed to see if you had Alpha voice.”

Jungkook bristled but Seokjin kept going.

“So naturally I asked him why. And he related me a story about his dear friend. Jung Hoseok. Our dance tutor.”

Jimin had never really thought about his death before, but he never imagined it would be in his early twenties, killed by his Omega friend.

“Care to explain?”

“Not really?”

Seokjin growled and Jungkook did, too, earning a reproachful glare from the eldest.

“It was an accident! I apologized! I told my parents, and they ripped me a new one! I refused when Hoseok and his friends asked me to bite him again!”

“That’s why I am mad, Park Jimin.”

Jungkook looked confused, and Jimin could relate.

“I am disappointed in you for biting someone, but Namjoon said Hoseok was consenting, so I don’t really have a say in that, it’s his choice. But!” he added quickly, meeting Jimin’s relieved gaze with a glare, “You have to help him, now that he asked.”

“You want me to bite you?”

Jungkook whined but was ignored again.

“I really don’t. But I am the president of the Omega Rights club, and I would be a shitty one if I didn’t do anything to help a fellow Omega. So. Bite me.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

Still sited on the floor, Jimin failed back in desperation. He really, really didn’t want to do such an intimate thing with Seokjin. Especially when Jungkook was looking at him with huge, sad eyes.

“Why is he here?”

Seokjin looked back at the younger, like he forgot he was here.

“Oh. For safety reason. Also, he threatened to cry.”

“Hyung!”

“You did.”

Jimin frowned, analyzing the way the other Alpha was holding himself, muscles tense and hands closing around nothing.

“You two are dating.”

“We are, so if you try anything I don’t want you to do, he is going to strangle you.”

Wow, he never thought that Jungkook actually had a chance. What did the kid do to bypass Seokjin’s dislike for Alphas? And for him to trust him with his safety? Since when?

“He will probably strangle me anyway, if I bit you.”

“No, he will behave and control himself, because that’s what good Alphas, good people, do.”

Jimin and Jungkook both winced.

Seokjin sat on the bed with a flourish.

“Well, big boy. Bite me with all you have.”

Jimin gagged and went closer to the older. It was weird. Weird weird weird. Seokjin didn’t help him at all, refusing to bare his neck, and Jimin had to push the collar of his shirt himself to access his shoulder.

“You sure, hyung?”

“I will hate you for that for, at least, a whole week. But if you behave I will get over it.”

Jimin bit him carefully, his sharp teeth barely breaking the skin, and he scrambled back as soon as he tasted the metallic tang of blood. Seokjin and him looked at each other in silence, and the older rubbed at his neck.

“Well, that was anticlimactic. I felt almost nothing. And I don’t feel different.”

“There is no reason getting bitten would change you,” Jungkook rumbled, carefully tearing Jimin’s bedsheets in shreds, “It’s just a mark.”

He snapped his jaw at Jimin when the later tried to save his bed, and Seokjin patpated him.

“Give me an order, Jimin. Nothing funny.”

Jimin closed and opened his mouth several times, not knowing what to say. Seokjin probably had more reasons to worry, but himself was terrified. He never had issues with his Alpha nature, but the fear of being able to use the Alpha voice had always been at the back of his mind, lurking. What would he do if he had it? He would be a monster, and the Omegas around him would never be truly safe.

“Hyung, tell Jungkook to stop tearing up my bed.”

Nobody breathed, and Jimin could see the muscles under Seokjin’s skin tense up.

“Jungkook-ah,” the older said carefully, “stop tearing up Jimin’s bed.”

Jimin immediately started crying.

-

Hours later, Jimin was still sobbing in Taehyung’s arms.

Seokjin had called the Beta, understanding the Alpha’s distress, but not feeling comfortable enough to mother him. Jungkook had left with him, probably for the exact same reasons. They took the time to quickly fill the Beta up, but he was still confused, not knowing how to calm his friend down.

“Hey, Minnie, it’s a good thing! That means you can maybe help Hoseok-hyung!”

Jimin didn’t answer. Taehyung couldn’t understand.  Jimin had always been soft, for an Alpha. He was competitive, and could be pretty bossy, like many Alpha, but he was also nice, needy, funny and motherly. He never wanted to be defined by his biology, but now, now he was. He would have to be extra careful, he had a power, a very unfair and dangerous one, and people could suffer from it.

He refused to leave his room.

-

It took two days for Hoseok, probably dragged here by Namjoon, who was holding his elbow, to ring at his door. On his neck, the mark was bright red.

“He bit him again.”

It was hard for Jimin to focus. Hoseok smelled so distressed. The Omega that was once his smelled so distressed. Even to the Alpha, who had never really been sensitive to other people’s smell. That capacity that was more possessed by Betas, who needed that to be able to play their role as peacemakers. Hoseok smelled distressed, and Jimin himself was still panicking, hoping Seokjin was okay, and worrying about his future.

“We need to try.” Namjoon urged him.

Hoseok shushed him, distraught but noticing the tremor in the Alpha’s body. He put his hands on Jimin’s shoulders, massaging lightly.

“It’s okay, Jiminnie, you are okay. You are a good guy. And I trust you. I am sure Seokjin-ssi trust you, too.”

“He ran away.” It was not far from a sob.

“Oh.”

Hoseok turned to look at Namjoon, questioning.

“He probably is experiencing some Alpha drop, because the Omega he bit rejected him. It’s not common, but since he was already stressed, and he cares about him…”

“Maybe.” Hoseok frowned. “But I think he mostly is overwhelmed by the news. Jimin, Jiminnie, I know it’s difficult for you, but I really would appreciate if you could bite me and try. He ordered me to meet him tonight, and I really don’t want to go there.”

Mind still foggy, Jimin nodded, gripping Hoseok’s shirt with a hand and rubbing his eyes with the other. He had to help. He had to.

It was different than with Seokjin. For a start, Jimin was actually attracted to Hoseok. The dancer was beautiful. Slender face, members and waist, he was someone whom Jimin felt like protecting and hugging for years. And he was so nice. Helpful, bright and positive. It was that brightness that attracted him, back in the club when he first approached him.

It was also different from the first time he bit him. This time wasn’t an accident in the heat of the moment. This time, he was able to smell Hoseok’s sweat, and the disturbing smell that probably was what the other Alpha had left on him.  He was able to hug Hoseok’s waist, to see his face, to bend his neck slightly for a better angle, and to lap carefully at the mark to smooth the pain. This time, Hoseok hugged him back, whispering praises and reassuring words

Hoseok moaned and Jimin immediately stepped back. Namjoon hide an amused scoff in his fist.

“Well, I understand why you didn’t want to do that to your platonic friend.”

Jimin refrained himself from pointing out that it didn’t happened with Seokjin, and Hoseok looked at his knees, embarrassed.

“Jimin? Order me something? Maybe it won’t work since I already have a bite.”

Jimin hesitated.

“Hyung,” He started, voice small, “Hug me?”

“That’s not an order, Jiminnie.” The older said, taking him in his arms anyway.

Jimin took a deep breath.

“Brush your hair back.”

Hoseok complied, winking flirtly at Jimin who felt the pressure in his chest ease.

“You are taking the fact that I can order you to do something way too well.”

“No offence, Jimin, but I am really not afraid of you. You are a nice guy, and I am much more comfortable being in your power than being in his.”

“You shouldn’t be in anyone’s power.”

“We are all under someone’s power under capitalism.”

They both looked at Namjoon weirdly. He blushed.

“Not relevant?”

“Socialism is always relevant.” Hoseok said sagely. “But really, I like being under someone. Power. I like being under someone’s power.”

“You like being under someone, too.”

“Like you don’t, Joon-ah. But yes. What I meant was that I don’t mind if someone has power over me, as long as I trust them. And I trust you, Jimin.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“You never gave me a reason not to.”

Jimin blushed, and Hoseok cooed at him.

“Look at you, you are the cutest Alpha! You cry when you have to give order. It’s adorable.”

Blushing harder, Jimin shook his head.

“So, now what? I order you not to go?”

“Yes. And if it works, I avoid him until his bite finally disappear once and for all.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“Then me and Yoongi follow him and try our best to beat that asshole’s face off.”

“I will come too.”

“Hum, no offence Jimin, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Jimin immediately bristled.

“Why?” he asked coldly, knowing full well the answer he would be given.

“Well, it’s not a bad thing, of course, but you are a little too soft…” the for an Alpha was not pronounced, but Jimin heard it all the same, “and you were crying not twelve minutes ago.”

“Oh, so the little, soft, emotional Alpha will stay behind because you decided I wasn’t able to protect my Omega?” Jimin growled, “Just because I don’t run around hitting people without prompting, or because I dare worrying doesn’t mean I am useless. I am not friend with Seokjin and his muscle pig for no reason. I might not be as tall as you, but I could easily bench-press you, Beta.”

Hoseok and Namjoon fixed him in silence, stunned.

Jimin immediately deflated.

“Hum, sorry. That last part was uncalled for. I just… I want to come, too.”

“That was hot.” Commented Hoseok.

“Yeah, sorry. You are right. I shouldn’t have stereotyped you like that.” He nodded at himself, “People can make their own decision.”

“Soooo, my all mighty Alpha,” Hoseok started, letting Jimin know that the little possessive article in his rant hadn’t be overlooked, “Order me again?”

“You are enjoying that way too much.” Namjoon pointed out.

“I am a kinky motherfucker as long as everything is consensual.”

Jimin chocked and Hoseok smirked.

“Hum. Hoseok, I order you not to go meet any other Alpha tonight.”

“I wish orders make us feel something when they work. Because I have no clue if it’s working.”

“We will have to wait…”

-

“It worked.” Hoseok declared, looking at his phone for the time.

Around him, the others cheered, putting their cards down.

“Awesome. You made me come here for nothing.”

“Fuck you, Yoongi.”

“I could, but your cute Alpha would bite my head off.”

Jimin was too red in the face to blush any further, Yoongi having made his mission to torture him with innuendo since they called him. The other two had immediately shared his possessive slip, and he had been teased mercilessly all the afternoon.

Hoseok flopped down, his head falling on Jimin’s laps.

“So, that’s it? Well, I am happy it ended. I will put a word around, so that the other Omegas know to not come next to this guy.”

“Who was he, by the way?” Jimin asked, putting his most inoffensive face on.

“Jaebum. Oh. I was able to say it. That’s so great, thank you again Jimin, you are an angel.”

Jimin smiled sweetly, storing the name. Hoseok might think the case was closed, but Jimin still felt his blood boiling. This affair was too personal for him to just stop here. That guy attacked his friend, his Omega, and he did it with Alpha voice. Jimin couldn’t let it slide.

-

In the end, he didn’t have to.

They hadn’t heard about Jaebum for a while, the guy probably guessing his machinations failed. They had no proof for a formal complaint, so they choose to alert the students, hoping it would be enough to protect potential Omega victims.

He and Hoseok were sort of dating. At least, it was the impression he had. They were clearly friends, spending lunches and evening together, alone or with their friends. They had sex, because Hoseok had said he wanted to enjoy Jimin’s mark and its effects what it lasted.

Because even if they weren’t officially dating – yet, at least – they talked. Because of what he started calling his condition, Jimin had been very clear. He had no intention to mate, or even simply bite any Omega again. Hoseok had understand, of course. He knew it was difficult for Jimin to trust himself, and he knew that what happened still left a sour taste in his mouth, and a big, guilty feeling in his heart. But Jimin knew that Hoseok liked being bitten, the feeling and the implication of it. He didn’t want to trap the older man in a relationship that wouldn’t fulfill his needs and dreams.

The bites had faded, leaving Hoseok’s neck free from his and Jaebum’s marks, and Jimin could feel the weight lifting from his chest. His interaction with Hoseok – and with Seokjin, who recently started to talk to him again – felt healthier, and he could joke with him without the fear of accidently ordering him something.

Hoseok had asked to meet him after class, and Jimin was purring internally at the prospect, walking to the elder’s department building. He could already see him, talking animatedly to another man.

And then the smell hit him.

The very recognizable scent of Hoseok’s distressed.

And then, when he walked closer, the sour scent of the other Alpha who dared to bite him. His.

One second later, he had blood in his mouth and Hoseok was screeching.

O gods, please, tell me I didn’t bite him again.

But the blood on his tongue wasn’t bearing the sweet smell of the Omega. He was brutally pushed back, and the new perspective allowed him to take in the scene.

He bit Jaebum.

Well. It wasn’t particularly useful, since Alphas couldn’t control Alphas, but it felt good to know he hurt the man.

“What the fuck, freak, why did you bite me?”

“You come near him again, I will rip you apart.”

“Why? You are his Alpha? That man is a slut, and he doesn’t even bear your bite.”

“Hoseok can be a slut if he wants to be one, it’s not my problem and it’s definitely not yours. If you try to manipulate him again, I will tear off your tongue, and you won’t be able to say nasty things ever again!”

“You think you can scare me? You are half my size. Only an half of an Alph-“

His words were cut off by Jimin fist.

“Fucking shit!” Jaebum swore, a hand in front of his bloody mouth.

“He is immune against you now,” Jimin lied, “So don’t try anything, it won’t work. And don’t try anything, because I will rip you in pieces, and I know several other people who would be happy to participate. Hoseok included.”

Hoseok nodded, picking up the bag Jaebum dropped, and throwing it right in his face, conjuring a howl of pain from the Alpha.

“Go hide your ugly face and be happy I am too lazy to call the cops.”

The bloody Alpha took his bag and, with a last hateful glare toward the pair, ran away without adding another word.

Jimin was still trembling with rage when Hoseok approached him, holding up something he picked up from the floor.

“You didn’t rip off his tongue, but you managed to score a few teeth. Good job!”

“Hum… Yeah. Sorry for the outburst. I should have… what did he want?”

“To know how I managed to not come see him that night. I didn’t answer. The less he knows, the less dangerous he is.”

“Good. Good.”

“Are you okay, Jiminnie?”

“Yes. Just a little… hum… angry? It will pass. Why did you want to see me?”

“Well, it’s weird to say after all of that but… I wanted to ask you out. For real, not like that weird thing we were doing these days. I wanted to wait for your mark to disappear, since I know you don’t like it.”

He was right. That was the only thing that Jimin’s tired and overworked brain could think of. He hated his bite marks. But Hoseok, he liked them.

“You want us to date? Are you sure? I mean. We talked about it. I won’t bite you again. Never. It’s horrible, and dangerous, and I can’t.”

“Yes, I know. And yes, I like to play, but I respect the fact that you don’t. I like you, and I want to give it a try. Do you want to?”

“Yes? Yes. Yes. I want to. Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.” Jimin repeated, perfectly aware that Hoseok was making fun of him.

Jungkook and Seokjin could make it work. Hoseok and him could, too. Mating was not an obligation.