BTS SUGA is an OMEGA!!!

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Yoongi walked into the company building, feeling a mix of emotions. He was called in to discuss the concept for his solo album. As he stepped into the director's office, the air felt tense already.

"Yoongi, we've been thinking about your debut concept," the director began, pushing a folder toward him. "Since you're an Omega, we believe something cute and soft will work best for you. The fans love it."

Yoongi's jaw clenched. "Cute?" he asked, barely containing his frustration. "I've written and produced my music for years, and none of it is 'cute.' That's not who I am."

The director looked at him, seemingly unfazed. "It's not about what you want, Yoongi. It's about what the industry wants. You're an Omega, and people expect a certain image. The company has a reputation to uphold."

Yoongi shook his head, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. "So that's it? Because I'm an Omega, you want to push me into this stereotype? I didn't come this far to be reduced to a role you think I should play."

"Watch your tone," the director warned, his voice dropping. "This is the real world, Yoongi. No one cares about your ideals. We gave you a chance, and this is what's best for you."

Yoongi could feel his anger boiling over. "Best for me? Or best for you? I've worked for years—blood, sweat, and tears—to be where I am. I've poured my soul into my music, and you want to throw it all away because it doesn't fit your mold?"

The director slammed his hand on the desk, standing up. "Listen, if you don't follow the concept we've laid out, you'll never succeed. Do you want to fail? Do you want to throw away everything you've built?"

Yoongi's eyes darkened, his body shaking with anger. "I'd rather fail on my own terms than live a lie."

The director's expression turned cold. "You're being foolish. No one will support an Omega who refuses to play their role. If you don't do this, you're done."

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Without thinking, Yoongi stormed out of the director's office, rage and frustration bubbling up inside him. He had to get out of there, away from the suffocating walls of the company, away from the stifling expectations. As he walked down the hallway, his feet led him to a place where he always found comfort: the practice studio where the other members were working on their choreography.

He stood outside the door for a moment, composing himself. He knew the members were hard at work, and he didn't want to bring his negative energy into their space. But the thought of seeing them, of being near them, was too tempting. He needed that sense of belonging right now.

Yoongi pushed open the door and immediately smiled at the sight in front of him. His members—his brothers—were working so hard, their faces concentrated, bodies moving in perfect synchronization. But then his smile faltered. The music playing in the studio struck him like a punch to the gut. It was the song. His song. The one he had poured his heart into, the one he wanted to use for his solo debut. And the director had given it to them without his consent.

Before Yoongi even realized it, tears were streaming down his face. He felt gutted, betrayed on a level he hadn't anticipated. It wasn't that he didn't want them to use the song—it was perfect for them—but the fact that the decision had been taken away from him without even a discussion broke something inside him.

He sniffled, trying to wipe his eyes, but it was too late. RM had spotted him through the mirror. Namjoon turned around, his eyes wide in surprise as he saw Yoongi standing in the doorway, tears running down his face.

Yoongi panicked. He couldn't let them see him like this, not now. He turned and bolted from the studio, not knowing where to go but needing to get away from the eyes of his members. He ran down the hall, stopping by the vending machine beside the stairs—an old, forgotten corner of the building where not many people came. He slumped down on the floor, pressing his back against the cold metal of the vending machine, hiding his face in his hands as sobs wracked his body.

It was too much. The pressure, the expectations, the loneliness of trying to find his own path. He wanted to succeed on his terms, but everything felt like it was slipping away from him.

Suddenly, a gentle hand ruffled his hair, pulling him out of his spiraling thoughts. Yoongi looked up, startled, to find Namjoon standing above him, concern etched deeply into his features.

Namjoon sat down beside him without a word, his large frame leaning against the vending machine, legs stretched out in front of him. The silence between them was heavy, but comforting.

"That song..." Yoongi's voice was small, barely a whisper. "I wanted to use it for my solo debut."

Namjoon's eyes widened in shock. "What? Hyung, we didn't know! I swear! That's why the director was rushing the recording so much..." His voice was filled with guilt. "Hyung, I'm so sorry. If we had known—"

Yoongi shook his head, tears still slipping down his cheeks. "It's okay, Joon. Actually... I made the song for us, to be honest. I wanted it to be for all of us. There are parts perfect for you and Hobi to rap, high-pitched parts for Jin hyung and Jimin, the deep voice in the chorus for Taehyung, and the adlibs—no one can do them like Jungkook. But..." Yoongi's voice broke, and he choked on a sob. "But there were rap parts I wanted to do too... and I don't know why I'm crying... I feel so stupid, Joon. So, so stupid..."

Namjoon's heart broke as he listened to Yoongi's confession. Without thinking, he pulled Yoongi into a tight hug, letting the older man cry into his shoulder. He didn't say anything at first, just held him close, trying to offer comfort through his presence.

"You're not stupid, hyung," Namjoon finally said, his voice soft but firm. "You're one of the smartest, most talented people I know. And you know, you just have to say the word... You can come back to the group anytime."

Yoongi shook his head against Namjoon's chest. "I want to try, Joon. I want to see if I can find my own color as a solo artist. But... they don't believe in me. They want cute. They don't want me to be me."

Namjoon smiled, his heart aching for his hyung. "What's wrong with cute, hyung? You're the cutest to me," he teased lightly, earning a weak chuckle from Yoongi. "Maybe... you could debut with a cute concept, and then as time passes, they'll listen to you more. Once you prove how great you are, they'll have no choice but to give you the freedom you deserve."

"I feel greedy," Yoongi whispered. "Like I want too much."

"Haven't you always been greedy?" Namjoon teased again, pulling back slightly to look at Yoongi's face. "You always aim high, hyung. That's what makes you so cool. And just because you want a solo career, it doesn't mean you have to leave the group. I want you in this song. It's your song, after all. We'll pre-record if we have to."

Yoongi started to protest, but Namjoon cut him off. "It's your song, right?"

Yoongi nodded, his heart swelling with emotion.

"I'll talk to the director," Namjoon promised, his voice steady. Then, in a rare show of affection, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Yoongi's cheek, making the older man blush.

Yoongi nuzzled closer into Namjoon's embrace, his heart racing in his chest. He could hear Namjoon's heartbeat, fast and steady, mirroring his own. Something stirred in his chest, a feeling he hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge before.

"What is this feeling?" they both thought silently, their hearts beating in sync as they sat together, wrapped in each other's warmth, finding comfort in the quiet moments they shared.

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A/N: You guys...I loved how you were giving your opinions on Suho. It really made change the direction of the story a little.... i am so happy that you trying to feel the characters!!! 

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