‼️WARNING‼️
/Mentions/ of Rape, Murder, Pills

"Oh, hi Yoongi!"

Yoongi felt so much better. Finally, after a full day of not having anyone he knew in his classes, he finally meets a familiar face. That same dimpled, warm smile and nice opening arms, sitting in the classroom.

"Namjoon." Yoongi smiled. "Thank God you're in this class. I've been alone nearly all day." He stood awkwardly in front of Namjoon, who waved for him to sit down.

"Nobody sits here." Namjoon said. "You can sit next to me. I'm glad you actually remembered me, anyways." He said. Yoongi gladly took the seat. He can see why Seokjin has such a crush on a nice guy like this.

As he was putting his bag on his desk, he noticed someone walking in the room. Instantly, he looked up, knowing who it was before he even looked. It surprised him for a second. He's not supposed to sense anybody, but he for some reason knew that it was Jungkook before he even saw the familiar face. Probably just Yoongi's normal senses. His human senses.

Jungkook had a weird look on his face when he entered the room. He looked straight at the desk that Yoongi was sitting in, and then his eyes trailed to look up at Yoongi. Of course Yoongi wasn't smart enough to look away before they made eye contact, but when they did, Yoongi instantly broke it, feeling weird. And then Jungkook was walking.

Forward. Towards Yoongi's desk.

Yoongi braced himself to be yelled at, but then Jungkook walked straight by him. And he didn't walk too far, because Yoongi could hear a shuffling right behind him. He knew then. Jungkook is sitting behind him. Namjoon didn't mention why this seat was empty. Does Yuri sit here?

"Ah, Yoongi." Namjoon turned to Yoongi, pulling out his notes. "I finally found the notes we've been taking this week. My handwriting isn't exactly amazing, but I'm sure you'll catch on. You'll need to write these down. Sometimes the teacher lets us study before our tests, so be sure to always write notes if you need."

Yoongi took the notes, trying his best not to see Jungkook staring right at him out of the corner of his eye. "Thank you." He mumbled, the warm smile on Namjoon easing him a bit as he turned around and got out his notebook, ready to distract himself by writing down Namjoon's scribble of notes.

"Hey, Namjoon." Namjoon turned around, his eyes wide at the sound of Jungkook's voice. Yoongi momentarily paused writing at the voice as well. "Can I borrow your notes? I need Tuesday's notes. I wasn't here."

Namjoon gulped, Yoongi could see. "Um, yeah. Sure. After Yoongi is done with them, he can just give them to you." He said.

Yoongi then swallowed hard as well, his throat dry for some reason. No. He's not going to be scared. He was fearless this morning when he pushed Jungkook's Coke bottle into him, and he can be fearless again.

"Okay." He said to himself, searching through Namjoon's papers until he found Tuesday's notes written on one of them. He turned around to Jungkook and pressed the paper onto his desk. "Just give it back to me when you're done. I need them too."

Jungkook looked up from the paper, biting his bottom lip as he looked at Yoongi. And Yoongi could sense it again, about Jungkook. His face didn't even look as harsh as before. If anything, he looked lost, sort of confused. He had soft curls in his hair, as if he had spent the time to do so, and the bright school light was reflecting in his big doe eyes, making them shine as he looked up at Yoongi. His jawline was sharp, but he still had soft looking cheeks and pink lips, a mole right under his bottom lip and one on his nose. The scariest thing on this guy was his sharp jawline and perfectly well kept eyebrows.

  People are scared of him?

  "Quit staring at me."

  Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at the boy. He now had his arms crossed, still looking up at Yoongi, his own eyebrows creased. What was Yoongi supposed to say? Sorry, I was staring at you because you actually look good? Because you looked less scary for two seconds?

"Why?" He asked instead, making eye contact as he spoke. It was probably the dumbest thing he could've said, but he said it.

  And the whole room went silent as Jungkook raised an eyebrow at him. "Because I said so, new kid. Stop staring at me and turn the hell back around before I make you."

  Yoongi nearly wanted to laugh for some reason. Everyone around him was on their toes, but he had never felt less threatened before. For some reason, it felt that way.

  "You don't scare me, Alpha." Yoongi said calmly. And it was true. Not a single ounce of him was scared by the Alpha. Maybe it was because the medicine, or maybe because he could see the genuinely soft, confused look in Jungkook's eyes, but Yoongi didn't feel threatened by him at all.

  Jungkook was at a loss for words.

  The whole classroom was whispering and Namjoon looked like he was going to cry if Yoongi went on any longer.

  "I'll be expecting this paper tomorrow." Yoongi pointed at the Tuesday's notes paper. "We have a class together first thing in the morning. I'll get it then." Yoongi turned back in his desk and only slightly shaking as he picked up his pencil and began writing the rest of Namjoon's notes. All eyes were on him. That's why he was shaking so much.

  He could hear Jungkook asking someone for a piece of paper, and Yoongi knew enough to remember who was sitting by him. It was the same guy from this morning, who walked up to Jungkook and basically saved Yoongi from the whole bottle incident.

  "Just give me a damn paper, Tae." Jungkook sounded not mad, just annoyed.

  Tae? So Tae is his friend. Got it.

  All in one day, Yoongi found out a bunch of names and stories and— his head hurts. But after the last class finally ended, he went home and replayed it all in his head.

  Namjoon, Jungkook, Tae, Seokjin, Hoseok, Yuri, Suk-Yeong— which is a weird one.

  He's still stuck on what happened with Suk-Yeong, but he'll just let it pass for now. Maybe if he hangs out or talks to him more, he'll figure out if he's his soulmate or not. But Yoongi doubts that is his soulmate. He doubts his soulmate is anywhere near him. Soulmates are rare to find, and Yoongi is never really lucky. Ever. So, Yoongi doubts it.

  He'll never find his soulmate.

-

The sky was clear, the sun shining down on Yoongi as he sat on the balcony chair, looking out into the sunrise and munching on crackers as a healthy morning breakfast. He loved that the apartment had a balcony with rocking chairs facing out towards the sunrise like this. But he also missed living in a house instead of such a packed in apartment.

He reached over to the little table placed next to the chair, his glass of water sitting there half full, waiting to be gulped just like Yoongi usually does every morning. Except now he also had a little pill bottle sitting right next to the glass of water. He picked up the pill bottle instead, examining it.

What if people find out?

His dad had told him that it would be fine. All Yoongi had to do was take one pill every morning. All he had to do was report back to his father. And actually, the company that his father works with is paying Yoongi to do this. He signed a contract and all. They pay him, because they specifically wanted a teenager to be the one to experiment with. And although Yoongi is eighteen now, the company still felt like it was an appropriate age for it.

So here Yoongi is, a lab rat.

A well paid lab rat, too. Now Yoongi gets a taste of why his dad always had money in his pocket and expensive suits all the time. His company pays him well.

Yoongi opened the bottle, the small pills pouring into his hand as he tipped it over. He poured the rest back in and saved one to stay in the palm of his hand. It's so weird, how this little white pill can do so much. How expensive will this pill even be? How many people will even buy it? To be fair, it will save a lot of wondering Omegas out there.

The thought of Omegas having to struggle for merely being an Omega just sucks.

That's why Yoongi agreed to be the lab rat. He doesn't like being an Omega. He hates it. He hates how poorly they're treated. He hates how Alphas can't control themselves near them. Hates how many Omegas go missing every year, hates how many Omegas are raped because of how useless they get when an Alpha is in control, or how they're left to die or be killed by packs after they're used.

Yoongi shuddered.

He popped the pill into his mouth and set the pill bottle back down as he picked up his water. He hates being an Omega.

So he doesn't mind being a lab rat.

Walking down the street and not having to fear Alphas just feels so refreshing. Feels so normal. And as Yoongi stands up from the rocking chair and walks back into the apartment, he sees his mom sitting on the living room couch, bending over to pull a heel onto her foot. He watches for a moment, thinking about what she's been through.

He can tell it's no good. Judging by the way she so desperately wanted Yoongi to try the experiment, Yoongi knows something is wrong. Something had happened to her. And Yoongi doesn't ever want anything bad to happen to Omegas. Or anyone. He wants the world to be peaceful and nice. No controlling, no having to watch your back, no fear. Just peace.

"I'm going to school now, mom." Yoongi's sudden voice in the quiet room made his mother jump. She looked back at him and stood up from the couch quickly.

"Be safe, my baby." She walked towards Yoongi and left a peck against his cheek. "I'll see you later. We're cooking together tonight, remember? I promised we would cook your brother's favorite for him." She picked up her purse and started to pull tangles out of her hair by using her fingers. "He's coming home tonight for the weekend. I- I have to go, shit. I'll see you later, baby." She said.

He watched as his mom fumbled with her purse, searching for her car keys as she pushed the front door open. It was funny to watch her fumbling over everything every morning, always leaving home late despite only having her new job for a few days now. She had always been like that.

Yoongi grabbed his bag from the floor beside the front door and gulped down the rest of his water before putting the glass down on the dinner table— he'll get that later.

He finally set out to go to school again. His second day at Bark High School.

How fun.

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