MY SECRET OMEGA || JIKOOK ✅

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Jimin pov

"Jimin. Jimin."

"Ahh!" I yelled, almost toppling out of the kitchen chair.

Luckily, my mom anticipated it and body-blocked me, so mostly I just flailed against her but stayed upright.

"Jeez, lady! Give a man a myocardial infarction, why don'tcha."

"Just say heart attack and be done with it, kid. Welcome back to the land of the living."

"You really had to snap me out of it, huh?"

"I was standing there for like five minutes, calling your name and waving my hand and snapping my fingers in front of your face. You were hypnotized."

I'd been sitting at the kitchen table, just staring off into space, thinking about Jungkook and how much trouble I was in, turning the little gray box over in my hands.

The past month had seen more quiet but intense dates, with feelings growing exponentially every time.

It was getting deep, for me at least, and that was terrifying.

I looked forward to seeing Jungkook all the time.

I could barely stand to be away from him. My heart leapt every time I got a text alert, always hoping it was from Jungkook.

Every night, I opened the box holding the watch and just stared at it.

I wanted to put it on, to wear it with pride. I wanted everyone to know that I belonged to Jeon Jungkook.

I wanted Jeon jungkook to know I belonged to Jeon Jungkook.

Still, thoughts of my past stopped me cold.

Mom slurped on what smelled like black coffee from the "world's best mom" mug I got her for her birthday.

She dropped down next to me, looking over my face carefully.

"You are uncharacteristically quiet at the breakfast table."

"What's on your mind, Kiddo?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," I said, avoiding her eyes.

"Love problems?" I gave her an incredulous look. She shrugged.

"I remember that look well. What seems to be the problem?"

"Ever the sheriff." She smiled and waited, knowing it wouldn't take long for me to crack, and crack I did.

"There's this guy," I blurted.

"He's an alpha."

Mom sat up straight and gaped at me. "You're kidding."

I shook my head solemnly. "He's courting me, Mom. We're kinda going on dates."

Mom's face did several things at once, going from shock to hopefulness to rage to worry and back again.

"He knows? How the hell did he find out?"

"It was an accident. My meds It's wearing off." Mom's face drew up tight.

Pinched, but not quite in the way it did when she was holding back anger or disapproval. It was more helpless, more sad. I hated putting that look on her face, making her worry.

"Wearing off," she said hesitantly.

"I'm still taking it, yes," I said.

I didn't tell her I'd been taking way too much. I waited for her to chastise me about it, but again, she just looked sad and that was worse.