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...
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(Chapter 7) Golden cookie dough
~*~ Author POV
Jimin was once again texted by Namjoon, this time it was to meet him at Bighit Entertainment building. Jimin felt nervous. This was the last member of the group, the last person holding the deciding vote whether he joined or left empty handed. Namjoon had informed him that they were going to be doing singing practice.
So he put on a studded choker, it brought him a sense of normality, he frequently bought chokers to wear. He wore the loose fitting top that highlighted his lithe waist and the skin tight trousers that hugged all the best features. He pulled on a pair of slightly scuffed army boots. It was summer so he didn't really need a jacket the temperature being about 25°C (77 °F is that how the American's write it? - Sorry if not).
He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked good if you had asked. He trailed down the stairs, headphones in hand, phone in the other.
"Yah Jiminie who are you trying to impress?" Jihoon, Jimin's older brother hollered at him.
"Jihoon-hyung when did you get home?" He ran to hug his older Alpha brother. Jihoon smiled as he embraced his enthusiastic younger brother.
"My University is having an event they are going to do online lessons for a while, so I decided to come home." Jihoon said, face crushed into Jimin's chest due to him sitting down.
"I am happy to see you, it has been too long" Jihoon had always been like a guardian angel to Jimin. Defending Jimin against all the evil in the world. Jimin has looked up to him with awe filled eyes from being his young fledgling days.
He grinned wider when Jihoon stretched his feathers across the table to circle around Jimin. The world became enveloped with ruby red wings. Jihoon gestured to his wrist with his eyes, a silent asking whether he could scent him. Jimin nodded enthusiastically, maybe it would stop the stares he got when walking down the street.
He turned his head slightly and Jihoom carefully dragged his wrist across his scent gland on the juncture of his neck. Jimin mimicked the action even though he had no scent due to the scent suppressants he had taken. And he was surround in the scent of sandalwood. He let out a purr of approval, he had truly missed his brother.
Scenting is a big deal within society. As scents bring comfort, safety and warning. Scenting someone is a sign of trust among a flock. To scent someone you must rub your wrist against peoples scent glands usually it is against the wrist for friends and along the neck for family or mates. But when mated the person's scent becomes mixed with their mates. It warns away others in theory. It shows you have alliances and it can be used to calm someone in a stressed situation. Giving the reassurance that someone is there to stand by you.
