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 25) Cuddles and oversized jumpersand maybe alittle nest
~*~ Author POV
Jimin was miserable. His stomach hurt, he was too hot, he felt like he was going to throw up everything he ate. He officially hated his heat.
Jin and Yoongi and everyone else had been called to Bighit. They had phoned in informing the manager that Jimin was in no state to practice today. But the manager stated that Jimin could look after himself and that the others had to come to the building.
Jimin's heat had returned harsher now that he no longer had the contact from Jin and Yoongi like he had in the morning. He had taken a cold shower, replaced his wing dye that had begun to run off due to his body temperature. Taken an extra dosage of scent and heat suppressants, his body burning through them faster now that he was in heat.
He heard a phone ringing, logically it could only be his as he was the only one in the apartment. He stood up on wobbly legs much like a new born giraffe. He waddled around the room groaning in frustration when he couldn't spot his phone. He looked and found it stuffed between the sofa cushions. He answered it just as the last ring was about to go through.
He didn't get a chance to look at the caller screen.
"Jiminie how are you doing?" Hoseok's voice came through the phone.
Jimin rubbed his brow, his headache rising at the loud voice of his hyung.
"Mmm" Jimin said in a none committed tone.
"Me and Namjoonie are heading back, we are walking the route past the convenience store. Do you want anything?" Ever his caring hyung.
"Icecream, cooling pads, chocolate sprinkles" Jimin listed off his current cravings.
"Uh ok. Will do" Hoseok replied.
Jimin groaned as a cramp ran through his stomach. He bent over and decided to sit down to stop the cramp. He sat with a loud thud and tilted his head back, crying out in pain as his head collected with the coffee table. Clutching his head in pain, headache spiking.
"Jiminie!" Hoseok's voice came from phone. Jimin dropped the phone on the floor, as he grabbed his head in pain. A few tears fell from his eyes, damn his up and down emotions.
Hoseok must have heard Jimin's jaggered breath, his breath hitching as he attempted to stifle his tears, that were now running down his cheeks. He was so physically and mentally exhausted.
