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Namjoon sighed, closing down the website he’d spent the last half hour reading. The apartment was silent but the soft music he had been playing while he researched and the light tapping of laptop keys. It’s not like he’d learnt anything new anyway - he’d already had his suspicions (along with literally everyone who had met Jungkook in the last year) that it would reach this point eventually, he just hadn’t expected that it would be quite this soon.
The website had made it very clear, just in case everything he’d been taught about alpha and omega dynamics in school hadn’t given him everything he needed to know. Alphas were rare, omegas were rarer and everyone else sat happily in the beta category, getting on with their lives and pretending sub-genders didn’t exist unless they were discriminating against omegas or gossiping about alphas. Alpha’s could not live a contented life without an omega by their side to balance their hormones, and the longer they were alone after maturity, the angrier and harder to control the alphas would become.
Unfortunately for Namjoon, BTS and BitHit Entertainment (as well as everyone else that had had the displeasure of having to deal with them), Jungkook was a very angry and difficult to control alpha in an idol group full of betas who had just finished the hardest world tour any of them would ever go on. The difficulty had mainly been a result of the alpha maknae being the biggest, grumpiest pain in the ass that had ever toured the world.
Namjoon flopped back in his office chair causing it to roll backwards a few inches, reaching for his phone as he went. He typed out the message and read it back three times before hitting send;
Unfortunately, I think you’re right, the sooner the better. We can’t keep going like this. We can bring him in tomorrow? Let me know.
The whole thing was already starting to make him feel anxious. BigHit’s plan was very necessary to stop BTS falling apart (as well as crashing and burning and probably ending up getting sued), but so far Namjoon was the only member of BTS to know the details and he was not looking forward to the moment when Jungkook became enlightened.
‘Fuck it’ thought Namjoon, throwing his phone onto the sofa on the other side of the room and letting his head drop back. This was in BigHit’s hands now. He was staying out of it until the fall out began and the shit hit the fan.
It’s a shame for Namjoon that the fall-out and shit to fan collision began literally the next morning.
The BigHit offices held several seemingly identical meeting rooms that consisted of a large central table with office chairs surrounding it. Meeting room 3 was currently inhabited by a tentative Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, Tae and Jimin, an extremely angry Jungkook, their manager, as well as anyone else in BigHit who wanted to watch the drama kick off.
“Absolutely not!” Jungkook yelled for the third time “I’m not some knothead alpha or a rag doll that you get to control to do your bidding!” throwing his hands around as he spoke, making his chair rock precariously. The others sitting in the large room looked between themselves, eyes jumping back and forth, feeling more and more uncomfortable in the presence of a raging alpha.
“Jungkook, you’ve left us no choice. We all understand why you might not like this arrangement--” their manager began, only to be cut off by Jungkook for probably the tenth time.
“You can understand why I might not like it? You really think you understand? You’re going to force me to mate with some random omega and play house, just so you can keep lining your pockets from BTS and you think you understand?” A vein had begun to protrude from the side of Jungkook’s neck as he eyed each person in the room with a cold stare.
“That’s not what we’re suggesting!” retorted the manager, “you don’t need to mate with anyone you don’t want to, you just need to have this omega around to keep you calm enough to make it through rehearsals without threatening to murder anyone! That’s it! We’ll even give you a choice of the omegas we find!” he said, obviously beginning to lose his temper with the alpha who had been the source of most of his problems for the last year.
“No,” said Jungkook, leaning back in his chair and struggling his shoulders in disinterest.
Namjoon had had enough. They’d been sitting in the room for 2 hours already and were meant to be in rehearsal soon and so far they’d come to no solution as they ran around in circles of managers talking and Jungkook yelling his disdain.
Namjoon chose his words carefully before he spoke. “You know this doesn’t only affect you right?” he asked, watching as Jungkook turned to face him, shoulders visibly dropping but eyes remaining icey. This was the first time a member of the group had spoken up so far.
“You know none of us can keep going like this,” Namjoon continued, motioning to the other four stoney faced BTS members.
“That tour took a toll on us, and we’re not doing it again until you get your shit together. This is it. This is how you get your shit together”. Namjoon leaned across the table, holding Jungkook’s eye. If it had been anyone else, the alpha would have seen the prolonged eye contact as a threat.
“You just have to accept living with this omega - and remember we’re all going to be living with her too - and then we can get back to normal and we can be BTS again.” Namjoon said as he finished his speech and finally broke eye contact.
Jungkook swallowed and looked between his hyungs. As he examined each of them, he noticed eye-bags that hadn’t previously been there, and pale skin that he was sure used to be more tanned. They all looked rundown. He turned away from his group members, spinning in his chair and looked out of the large windows, taking a deep breath and allowing a few silence-filled seconds pass.
“Fine,” he said. There was an audible sigh of relief from the inhabitants of the meeting room. “But I’ve got a demand” he continued, turning back to face the room.
“Anything you want,” the manager said, although the waver in his voice gave the impression that maybe he didn’t quite mean anything.
“I want a male omega - they have to be a guy or I won’t give a shit,” he said resolutely.
Namjoon raised his eyebrows from across the large table and couldn’t help but laugh as he caught the eyes of the other, equally stunned BTS members. Of course, this was the moment that Jungkook announced he was only interested in men when male omegas made up less than 1% of the population.
Yet again Namjoon let it go. After all, it was BigHit’s problem right now, not his.
Min Yoongi rolled out of bed, hissing as his bare feet came into contact with the cold tiled floor of his tiny single bedroom apartment in Seoul, the clock on his bedside table reading 6:30 am. He hadn’t been able to get to sleep wondering if today would be the day his final eviction notice would be unceremoniously stuffed under his door by the postman.
It was the sound of the post arriving that pulled Yoongi from his warm, albeit uncomfortable bed. He was sure it was bad news - after all, he never received post unless it was from someone demanding more money that he didn’t have. Male omegas were not at the top of any food chain in the modern world and it was seen as acceptable to charge higher rents, refuse employment and generally abuse people based on their secondary gender - especially if that secondary gender wasn’t commonly associated with their primary one. Omegas should be female for some reason unknown to Yoongi.
There were two envelopes waiting for Yoongi next to his front door. He picked up the one he recognised first. Ripping away the envelope, it didn’t take him long to pick out the phrases ‘final warning’, ‘eviction notice’ and ‘outstanding payments’, but he still breathed a sigh of relief anyway - he still had a little more time before he was thrown onto the street and fed to the unfortunately literal wolves.
After his anxiety had calmed down, Yoongi reached for the second envelope. It wasn’t the type of mail he usually received, with its bright white exterior and thick, expensive feeling paper. He was careful opening this one, just in case it wasn’t really meant for him, even though he’d checked the front of the envelope three times.
Yoongi took his time reading the letter and then read it again, forgetting completely about the chill in his feet.
Dear Mr Min,
I am writing on behalf of a large entertainment company who are interested in employing your services as a result of your omega status. We are recruiting to fill a live-in position with one of our performers in order to calm their natural instincts.
Upon passing an interview, this position would result in a long term contract between you and the company. Your service would be compensated with a generous monthly salary, as well as full board accommodation with the performer in question.
If you are interested in the position, please attend the selection interview. All details are listed below. Those not selected will be compensated for their time and asked to sign a no-disclosure form.
It sounded fake. Surely it had to be fake. Being invited to an interview to be what sounds like a professional alpha pacifier for whom Yoongi imagined was a spoiled brat alpha who couldn’t control their inner wolf.
Still, Yoongi thought, what if it’s real? What if a big entertainment company really did want to pay him and put a safe roof over his head just because of his omega status. He’d heard rumours of omegas taking sums of money to live with affluent alphas, but they’d always disappeared from gossip soon after meeting their alpha.
The letter didn’t say who he’d need to live with, but a little bit of research would easily show him anyone famous that had alpha status. Plus, it’s not like it mattered who he might live with if he got this job (although he wasn’t sure that job was quite the right term to describe it), hell, it didn’t even matter if this was real. Yoongi didn’t have a lot to lose and he wasn’t about to pass up on this opportunity when he was probably days away from homelessness.
Yoongi became aware of the chill that had spread throughout his body. Letter in hand, he scampered back to bed, hoping to jump into some remaining heat. The date for the interview was in five days and Yoongi had some researching to do.
Yoongi had spent the last 3 days spending every spare moment at work jumping between researching famous South Korean alphas, and badly designed websites about how to succeed in job interviews. He was lucky that the corner shop he worked in was within distance of a wifi signal that didn’t ask for a password as he couldn’t afford any internet access in his apartment.
Yoongi realised pretty quickly that every job interview site was repeating it’s site and probably wouldn’t be relevant to his ‘selection interview’ anyway. Oddly enough, he couldn't find anything that could help him get hired as an on-call omega, so he spent most of his time researching famous people when he wasn’t stocking the shelves or serving customers.
The problem is, Yoongi found, that you didn’t hear of that many alphas at all, especially not famous ones because;
They all want to hide their status due to the discriminaiton and freaky over-sexualisation that they had a deal with, and
They all already had omega partners because they all end up going into an alpha hormone induced rage without one.
After several hours of hunting, Yoongi had uncovered a grand total of three possible alphas who he thought might want to employ him.
First was a small-time actor and idol from a boy group that Yoongi had never heard of before. Sure, the man was attractive, but not Yoongi’s type with his serious expression which gave Yoongi the distinct vibe that he thought he was the shit. Very alpha.
Next was a beautiful model girl. She was tiny in a very fashionable way but it didn’t take long for Yoongi to find rumours that she had found her omega, so she seemed like an unlikely prospect.
The final name on Yoongi’s list was more for completeness than because he saw him as a prospect. It hadn’t surprised him when the name Jeon Jungkook had appeared over and over again in his searches. After all, everyone in Korea (and probably most of the world at this point) knew that BTS’s maknae Jungkook was probably the most alpha alpha to ever alpha. Yoongi made his way through hundreds of fan sites and gossip news reports, each stating that Jungkook was with a different omega, but none providing any evidence of their story. He was probably single.
Yoongi pocketed his phone and scoulded himself for thinking stupid things as he got back to work to serve a customer. Once the customer had moved on, Yoongi’s mind couldn’t help but wonder back to the questions of who.
It had to be the first guy. Jungkook from BTS was not going to be looking for an omega like him. He was a member of the world’s most popular boy band and probably had omega’s falling at his feet on all 7 continents.
Yoongi steadied himself as he picked up a box from behind the counter and made his way to some near empty shelves. He wouldn’t want to be with Jungkook anyway. Definitely not. Yoongi forced himself to imagine hundreds of situations where Jungkook was a huge, entitled arse because he was famous.
Yoongi realised he was chatting shit and gave up on the whole concept.
He was pulled from his thoughts by the bell on the front door ringing to announce a new customer. He wasn’t going to get the job Yoongi told himself as he made his way back to his position at the front of the store. Especially as more than likely, the job didn’t actually exist and the whole thing was an elaborate plan to murder him and sell his weak little omega organs to the highest bidder. But hey, Yoongi thought, at least it would give me a break from working here. Who needs two kidneys anyway?
Jungkook paced around the rented office in Gangnam with a stoney expression on his face to ensure nobody would try to talk to him. BitHit hadn’t wanted to reveal the layout of their main office to the randoms who might turn up today, but the unknown location put Jungkook on edge, as if he wasn’t already edgy enough.
It had been five days since the meeting where he’d consented to this whole stupid scheme and he was now regretting bowing to Namjoon’s ernest words and sad puppy-dog eyes so easily.
Of course, he didn’t like how he felt right now, or how he’d been feeling for the last year - the feeling of rage constantly prickling under his skin and threatening to overflow if anyone got too close or annoying, but he was sure it wasn’t suddenly going to get better because he had an omega around. Probably one that would just try and use him for his fame and money and have no interest in doing anything other than demanding Jungkook’s attention when he was already too tired to function most of the time.
He wasn’t a slave to his biology and he wouldn’t be fixed by BigHit’s plan. He wasn’t going to let them win.
“You look like you’re sucking a lemon”. Jungkook started, snapping out of his thoughts by the voice of Jin behind him. Jungkook forced out a smile. “Don’t I always look like that recently?” he replied, looking back at his hyung with wide eyes.
Jin smiled. “Yes. Most of the time,” he said knowingly “but don’t worry, we’ll get you all fixed up in no time when you get your new man”. Jin wiggled his eyebrows as he spoke and Jungkook fought the urge to roll his eyes.
“I’m not going to like them and this whole plan is going to fail” Jungkook said, “I’m not going to talk to them apart from telling them I only agreed to this for the band. That’s it and there’s nothing you can do to stop me, so they’re going to be your problem, not mine”. Jungkook let out a breath as he finished his final statement.
Jin might have taken him more seriously if Jungkook had looked any less like an angry child, but he avoided laughing, so as not to rile up the alpha anymore before the omegas arrived - they’d be able to smell the distress.
“Whatever you say JK” Jin said, “you won’t even know they’re there if you don’t want to”
Jungkook opened his mouth as if to reply, but Jin continued speaking before he got the chance “anyway, they’ll be here in three minutes, so let’s go and make nice for a bit, okay?”
Jungkook grunted and followed the elder begrudgingly.
Yoongi hadn’t been to a building as nice as this in a very long time. He’d pulled on his nicest (or least decrepedid) clothes and made his way to Gangnam early that morning, a district of Seoul that his type rarely had a reason to visit. When he’d arrived at the 40 storey glass monster of a building, Yoongi had checked the address 6 times before throwing caution to the wind and walking into the huge building. The reception was pristine - all polished marble and glass and Yoongi was scared to touch anything for fear of breaking it as he walked to the large reception desk that dominated the room.
The receptionist matched the building. She was sleek and neat and eyed Yoongi’s outfit and overgrown hair with poorly disguised disgust as he approached the desk. She mentioned vaguely towards the elevator when he showed her the letter he’d be sent, telling him “the twelfth floor”, before moving onto the next person in line before Yoongi had moved away from the desk.
Yoongi thanked her, knowing she couldn’t hear him, with a sour taste in his mouth as he made his way to the lift on the other side of the foyer. The journey to the twelfth floor took approximately 36 seconds in the lift, and the whole way Yoongi watched himself in the mirrored walls under the harsh white light and questioned his sanity. He’d shown up at a fancy building, without any real idea why, life on the line, because he’d been invited here as a male omega.
Before Yoongi had really had the chance to gather his thoughts, a robotic voice was announcing that he had arrived at the 12th floor. As Yoongi stepped out of the lift he tried to take in his surroundings - more glass and smooth edges - but he was quickly jumped by a man dressed in a suit. The man was probably in his late thirties and looked professional with a clipboard clutched in his hands and a ear piece in.
“Hi, nice to meet you… and you are?” the man said, looking at Yoongi expectantly, eyes jumping between the list of names he had on his clipboard and Yoongi.
“I- Um- Min Yoongi” Yoongi replied, although his tone sounded unsure that his answer was right.
“Min… Min… Min Yoongi, right got you” the man said grinning, ticking what Yoongi could only assume was his own name off the list. The man’s upbeat nature was starting to raise Yoongi’s anxiety levels even further. “Right so if you just want to follow me I’ll show you to the waiting room where the other are waiting and it shouldn’t be too long before we can get going.”
Yoongi couldn’t find any words to reply so simply nodded as he began following the man away from the lift and into one of the conference rooms on the 12th floor. Inside the room sat 3 other men who all looked equally as uneasy as Yoongi and were all obviously omegas. The man showed Yoongi to a nearby seat and swiftly left, leaving Yoongi and the other men sitting in a painfully awkward silence.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi investigated his competition (if he could call them that). They were all of the short stature that was typical of omegas, were all male and all looked concerningly like Yoongi, so whoever it was he was going to meet obviously had a type. They were all dressed much more smartly than Yoongi was, each filling the awkwardness by scrolling through smart phones. Yoongi wished he had the option to do the same, but he felt too awkward pulling out his ancient flip phone in this room of scary omegas, especially when he didn’t know what kind of alpha was going to be greeting him soon.
The longer that Yoongi sat, the closer he was to getting up and walking out of the building. So far he’d been in the ‘waiting room’ for 15 minutes and so far nothing had happened, so the obvious explanation was that the official looking man in the suit was preparing a room where he would be able to remove Yoongi’s organs. Just as Yoongi’s patience ran out, the door of the room opened, again revealing the man in the suit but this time he was trailed by two other people.
All of the omegas jumped up at the sudden new entrance, but once they’d seen who’d arrived, one of the other omegas fainted on the spot, and was quickly removed by some bodyguards who had seemingly appeared from thin air, leaving only Yoongi and two other omegas in the presence of Jeon Jungkook. At least Yoongi’s research had been accurate.
“Right then everyone, let’s get started shall we now that he’s been sorted out” the suit man said, motioning to the door that the passed out omega had just been carried through. The group were led into a new conference room which looked exactly like the room Yoongi had just been sat in, but he didn’t question it. ”If you’d all like to sit down then we can explain what’s going on”. Yoongi sat down, still in mild shock from the situation that he’d found in. He looked around the room, trying to work out what was going on and how this could happen to him. Across the table sat suit man with the Jeon Jungkook on his left and the Kim Namjoon on his right. Yoongi was sat in a room with two of the most recognisable faces in Korea, one of whom was the single most attractive alpha he’d ever seen in his life. He did notice however, that Jungkook did not look very happy to be there. In fact, he looked like he was ready to knock out the next person who tried to speak to him.
“Okay, so you were asked to come here today because we need the services of an omega in order to help maintain the hormone balance of our resident alpha - I assume some of you might be familiar with Mr Jeon” suit man said. The omegas nodded, while ‘Mr Jeon’ rolled his eyes and looked as if he wanted the earth to swallow him up.
“So today Mr Jeon will interview you, and if you are successful with the interview and accept the job, you will move into the apartment that the members of BTS currently reside in, and will be paid a salary which will be determined after acceptance of the job - but we can assure you, you will be reimbursed for your time very generously.”
A permanent smile sat on the man’s face as he spoke, although he was the only one in the room that looked comfortable. Each of the omegas sat, eyes wide as if they were deers caught in the headlights. Jungkook still looked furious that the whole situation was even taking place, and Namjoon looked simply uncomfortable. He obviously didn’t really want this whole thing to be happening either, Yoongi thought to himself.
“So before the interviews get started, does anyone have any questions?” suit man asked the omegas. Yoongi had a thousand questions - more than he could ever try and communicate into words, but as he tried to think of them, his mind went blank and he remained frozen in his seat, staring at the suit man with shock.
“Well, then… I guess I’ll hand it over to Mr Jeon… um-yeah” the man in the suit said, obviously feeling awkward from the lack of interaction in the room.
All eyes in the room then turned to Jungkook, although Yoongi had struggled to keep his eyes off him since the beginning.
Jungkook was rocking back on his chair, arms folded over his chest as he took in the three omegas that sat in front of him. Credit to BigHit, they’d listened when he’d told them what he wanted. The three omegas were all cute, and, as much as Jungkook didn’t want to admit it, they were all his type and he would happily have his way with any of them.
When he’d come into the room, he’d had a list of questions that Namjoon had forced him to come up with to ask the omegas, but now he was here, he knew he wasn’t going to need them. He didn’t want this to happen, but he didn’t have a choice, so he might as well choose the cute omega with the faded mint green hair who was calling his name from across the room. If anyone asked him, he didn’t give a shit about any of these omegas.
Jungkook dropped his chair back onto all four legs as he leaned forward. He’d spent the last 3 minutes watching each omega and Yoongi was feeling unnerved, and maybe a little turned on under the watchful gaze of the alpha.
Jungkook sighed and raised his hand to point at Yoongi. “I want that one” he said, before dropping his hand and refolding his arms across his chest, looking disinterested.
Yoongi’s jaw dropped open and his heart fell into his stomach as he tried to understand what had just happened while Namjoon spluttered. “What the hell Jungkook? We came up with questions, you can’t just choose one without even knowing their name, what are you doing?” he asked.
“You told me I had to choose!” Jungkook yelled back, “well here you go! I chose it! If you don’t like it, that’s your problem, I’m just doing what I’m told”.
Namjoon threw his arms up in annoyance “but Jungkook this is important! We have to live with him, what if he’s a lunatic or something, can’t you at least ask them some questions or something please?”
Jungkook growled at Namjoon, but turned to Yoongi anyway. “Okay, what’s your name?”.
Yoongi spluttered, but quickly recovered. “I’m Min Yoongi”, Yoongi replied.
“Okay Yoongi and are you a lunatic?” Jungkook continued.
“Not to my knowledge, no”
“Excellent, I don’t see any problems here”. Jungkook said, jumping out of his seat and clapping his hands together. “Now if you all don’t mind, I’d like a moment to speak to my new omega friend, so can you leave us in peace please and thank you.” Jungkook said, motioning towards the door. The unhappy occupants quickly left the room and after a few seconds, the only people that remained were Jungkook and Yoongi.
“Listen closely little omega” Jungkook said, walking around the table and invading Yoongi’s personal bubble, using his height and stature to his advantage. “You might be able to tell, but I don’t want an omega around. I don’t want them taking up my time, getting in my way or having any expectations of me, so if you know what’s best for you, you’re going to turn down this job because I want to make it very clear - I don’t want you.” Jungkook embellished each word as he spoke, but the shock of the situation had worn off of Yoongi. Jungkook was just another alpha arse that had got used to being able to push around whoever they wanted, especially omegas.
Yoongi laughed quietly before speaking. “Sorry Mr Jeon, but you see this week I’ve been handed two eviction notices, I haven’t had a proper meal in 4 days and I’ve taken more overtime at the 7/11 than you’ve probably spent on stage. If you think I’m turning down this job, you’re sorely mistaken.” Yoongi spoke, the venom in his voice growing as he spoke.
Jungkook growled at Yoongi, their faces now inches apart. “Do as I tell you, omega”.
“You’ve made it very clear that you don’t want to be my alpha Jungkook which means you’ve got no authority over me.” Yoongi replied
“If I’d have known you’d cause me so much trouble, I never would have chosen you”.
“I have no intention of causing you trouble,” Yoongi said with a smirk that portrayed false confidence. “In fact I want to stay as far out of your way as possible. Let me avoid being homeless and I’ll leave you as much alone as Namjoon will allow… how does that sound?” Yoongi asked. He’d been battling to hold eye contact with Jungkook during the short exchange, but after his closing statements his resolve had dropped, and he’d dropped his head and submitted to the alpha.
Jungkook swallowed as he watched the omega drop his head. Jungkook never wanted to be that typical alpha, but he couldn’t help but take some pleasure from watching his (not his) omega submit to him.
“Fine. I think we might have a deal, little omega”. Jungkook spoke, placing his hand under Yoongi’s chin to raise his face back up so their gazes would meet. The tension was thick in the room as Yoongi spoke again.
“My name is Yoongi... respect your elders baby alpha”.
Jungkook smirked. Maybe this was going to be a suitable arrangement after all.