Chapter Text
GOT7 had been waiting patiently for the youngest to go through his presentation. They were hoping for either another beta like Jinyoung and Youngjae or an omega. Most people presented at the age of 19, there were the rare exceptions like Yuta Nakamoto of NCT127 who hadn't presented until he turned 23 and he didn't present as an Alpha like everyone assumed, he was an Omega male. Kim Namjoon of BTS hadn't presented either, his Omega side hiding due to past traumas, but once his Pack Alpha Jung Hoseok got him to open up he flourished into a beautiful, confident, independent Omega. Even a people from JYP had heard of the Stray Kids panic in Japan, where Kim Seungmin had started presented as an Alpha male in the middle of filming. Throwing their pack into disarray as they weren't anywhere near their home and couldn't do anything to help their young pack mate through his presentation with him still being underage. Now all were happy to be a part of their packs, enjoying the love and security that only their packs seemed to provide them. It broke Mark's heart once he'd passed his 25th birthday and was still unpresented. His group had tried to make him feel included, but the only one who truly made him feel accepted was Jackson Wang, however with Team Wang picking up he hadn't been around much.
When Yugyeom's 20th birthday came and he finally surfaced from his very mild heat (only lasting two days) the guys got together to celebrate heading out to get their only omega some nesting blankets and get him more food since he hadn't eaten as much as he usually did. Mark had disappeared the day Yugyeom began his heat, not wanting to ruin such a special day for the maknae with his missing wolf. Spending his days in the dance studio to work on a few jumps he'd seen online, plus perfecting the routines they'd been working on as a group. He'd been sleeping on the couch in his studio, when he remembered to take a break. Finally returning to the dorm after being away for five days, he expected at least Jinyoung to welcome him. Instead he found an empty dorm, no note, nor explanation. Laughing to himself rather dryly he pulled out his phone to check the group chat. Luckily Jackson called him before he could even get to the SNS app.
"Hi Markie-Pooh!" He called excitedly, Mark smiled, feeling better that at least Jackson remembered him. Then immediately scolded himself for thinking so rudely of his band members. "Guess what?!" Jackson said, effectively pulling him from his thoughts, once more. He didn't need to answer before the Alpha was talking again, letting his excitement get the best of him. "I'm back! We're pulling into the parking lot right now!" Mark could hear his manager scolding the male, but that didn't really matter to either of them.
"Really?!" Mark asked, his own excitement taking over him, thoughts of his other band mates long gone. Jackson had been in L.A. for the last month and a half working on Team Wang, which meant that Mark hadn't really been talking to anyone. Not that he could complain, he did that to himself. Although the GOT7 pack loved him and would do anything for him, that didn't always mean they talked to him assuming he liked his space and quiet. It had gotten to the point he hadn't even tried to remind them of his presence lately. He wasn't a part of their pack, and he knew that made him just a guest in their home.
"Here I come!" Jackson yelled, again pulling Mark from his thoughts, something the alpha did whenever they were together. The door crashed open and Mark dropped his phone with an adorable squeal, turning around and running into Jackson's arms. Jackson practically melted at the elder's adorableness. Not having enough time to notice the dark bags under the elder’s eyes as Mark crashed into him.
"GaGa!" Mark cried, the feelings he'd been trying to hide surfacing in the presence of his other half. His loneliness presented itself in tears and his pain came through in his sobs. He clung to the younger, his tears falling onto the soft surface of Jackson's black t-shirt.
"Oh baby." Jackson said, pulling him closer to his chest. He always hated leaving Mark, his pack was great at including the elder when Jackson was in the same room, but that was the only time they actively remembered the shy male. He'd talked to Jaebum about it a few times but it seemed he needed to talk to the Pack Alpha again. Lifting Mark up and holding him securely against his chest he walked them into their shared room. Scenting him the whole way.
Their manager struggled past the abandoned luggage and shoes. He was about to scold the younger alpha when he heard Mark's cries and decided it would be best if he left. Moving the luggage to the side and shooting Jackson a text about his schedule, the man left. He could only hope this would be the last time he'd heard Mark crying.
Jackson woke up to Mark sleeping on his chest, his face tucked into the younger's scent gland, his body draped over Jackson's comfortably for both males. Letting a smile take over his face he ran a hand up Mark's smooth back (they'd gone to sleep without shirts knowing that Jackson's body heat would keep them both warm). It was quiet in the dorm but he didn't mind, in fact he preferred spending rare peace filled moments with his eldest member. Mark was always quiet, whether that was due to the language barrier or his shyness no one knew, but when Mark was calm and in an environment he felt safe in, he could be the most adorable being in the universe.
He wished the others could see just how precious the American truly was. He was strong when he needed to be, but with Jackson he always let his guard down. He never allowed the others to know when he was hurting, nor when he was upset, but he was always a sympathetic shoulder to cry on. He cooked for them, cleaned up after them, and even gave up on sleep for them, but the others didn't see that, all they saw was a P.W.O.W., because that's all he was to them. Someone without a wolf, no scent, no instincts, no pack bonds. Those thoughts always brought tears to Jackson's eyes and a tightening to his chest.
Stretching out his muscles before settling back down, Mark let out a content purr, it was moments like this that made everyone think he was a repressed omega, but being 25 and still not having a trace scent meant there was no way he'd been repressing it for so long. "GaGa." Mark whispered, pulling Jackson from his thoughts.
"Yes, dove?" He replied, loving the flush that took over the pale boy's face. It was always his favorite when Mark giggled at the nicknames he came up with for him.
"I don't want to get up." He admitted pulling his face back enough to look up at Jackson's face, pouting up at the younger with his big doe eyes.
Jackson melted, there was no way he could resist Mark's pouty face, nor his big eyes staring at him so innocently. Then Mark did arguably the most adorable thing to date. Bring up his fist to his eye and rub it with a small whine escaping those kissable pouting lips. Who could fault Jackson for pulling Mark closer and kissing his forehead with a promise to wake him when the rest of the boys came home?