Jimin is about to do something illegal.
Something that can have him put in jail for life.
Jimin is an omega.
He is attempting to join the band BTS to debut as a kpop idol.
Only problem, Omega's aren't allowed jobs.
Having to cover his true identity...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
(Chapter 83) Can you love me for me?
~*~ Author POV
"He has been stabilised." The nurse said, sweat was pouring down her face. She had been running backwards and forwards, anxiety eating at her as they tried to save the patient.
"Why did he flatline?" The doctor inquired.
"There was no reason for him to flatline. There has been no life threatening injuries to his body" another doctor interjected.
"I have had a thought. What if the patient see this group he performs with as his Flock. They were unaware of his Omega status. A stressful shock that is now revealed. His flock mates will be feeling conflicted-" the nurse began to present her theory. But was cut off by the doctor finishing the thought for her.
"- you think he lapsed into shock at the thought of reacting to the possible rejection of his flock mates" the doctor concluded.
It was a plausible reason.
"Doctor he is waking up" a nurse rushed into the room.
They all ran into the room. They had sent the Alpha's back to the lounge to wait while they had stabilised Jimin.
~*~
"Hello" the doctor eased the scared idol in to his new surroundings.
"Where am I?" Jimin's voice was hoarse from the smoke that had rubbed his lungs raw.
"You are at hospital. Can you remember what happened?" The doctor asked kindly.
"Fire, then I blacked out" Jimin recalled.
"Yes, you were caught in a fire. We suspect you were thrown back in some sort of explosion. That caused you to pass out when you collided with the sofa. We got you out safely" the doctor reminded Jimin.
Jimin merely nodded, he was dazed and searching his surroundings. He could smell something vaguely familiar.
Blueberries.
He could smell blueberries.
His blood ran cold. He turned to look at his wings.
He promptly lent over the side of the hospital bed and threw up bile.
They had seen. They knew. They knew he was an Omega. What if the Alphas knew? What would they think? They were going to hate him. That was a statement not a question. His inner Omega whimpered at the thought of their Alphas rejecting him.
