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“You're not fucking that Omega are you?”
Omega. What an insulting word. It wasn’t insulting because of what it defined. It was insulting because of the malice and disrespect laced behind it. The fact that an Omega was all Jungkook saw him as. Not a person with emotions, feelings—a name. A name Taehyung had said many times before and a name he was sure Jungkook heard and understood. But he was still regarded as just an Omega—just a thing to fuck. Ironically, it was just until recently that Taehyung himself had used the word in such an ignorant way. In a way to belittle someone and make himself feel superior, but things had changed. A lot of things had changed.
“That Omega has a name.” Taehyung scolded with a slight bite. He felt like he was repeating himself and getting nowhere. He’d already explained various times that he didn’t like when Jungkook used that term so offhandedly. Throwing it around like a ball that Taehyung was not willing to catch and return in his ill-informed sport. Just some whore, just some slut—just some Omega.
He could see Jungkook's reflection in the night-glazed window as he stared out into the city from his loft. The others suit was neatly smoothed and his hair groomed with precision, although currently his face didn’t hold the same pristine. It fell, dumbfounded, but then he laughed, running a hand through his silky locks, “You can't be serious, Tae. You’re not of…their class.”
Taehyung gave no response as he swallowed the anger building in his chest. Suddenly the earrings punctured into his lobes were cold and callous. He wanted to rip them out, toss them into the wind and forget about his so-called class. The earrings were a symbol of prestige, wealth, and the color identified which family you hailed from. Jungkook and himself had four piercings in their lobes, one more set plus a helix and they'd be regarded as kings. Still, the earrings itched. They felt tacky and fake, the silver irritating Taehyung's skin.
Jungkook chuckled again at Taehyung’s reserve, this time less amused and more so flabbergasted. “Wait, you're serious…you and him are…” His sentence slowly died along with the emotion in his voice, “Why…?”
Taehyung pulled his lip into a line, finally turning around to face his long time friend. Their eyes met and immediately he noticed the glossiness of Jungkook’s pupils. There was tension mixed with grief as Jungkook’s mouth dropped with disbelief, perhaps shock. Taehyung didn’t know how to answer him. He never knew why he had taken such a liking to him in the first place, but it happened—and Taehyung wasn’t about to lose him.
Why did he hold such affections for this particular person? Why? Because Taehyung had never seen something so beautiful. The scene replayed in Taehyung’s mind more often than he admitted. The first time he ever laid eyes on him.
The first time he ever laid eyes on Jimin.
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The first time Taehyung saw Jimin was rather unexpected. It wasn’t casually bumping into him, seeing him walking down the street, or at some reeling party—no the first time Taehyung saw Jimin, he stole his breath in a way he didn’t think was possible. His mind ceased and his heart stopped. He thought that he was looking at an angel, his wings spread far and wide as he hovered in front of his face.
Jimin floated. He floated in front of Taehyung, his body outstretched and reaching towards him with open fingers. The jewels hanging across his neck and chest glowed and shimmered with the light shinning brightly behind him. His loose white shirt was ever translucent, giving the vague definitions of a smooth and sculpted body. Taehyung lost his breath as the air became water and the boy drifted through it like he controlled it. Effortlessly and with confidence he drifted, suspended in the air by nothing more than a bar and ropes. His faded pink hair moved in slow motion, as did his whole body and the entire theater went into a dead silence.
He soared and Taehyung stared. He stared directly into the eyes of the Omega as his extended hand stole the very words and hymns from his lips. As quickly as he appeared, he swung back across the way, doing another flip into the air. Time resumed normally as sound returned to Taehyung’s ears and a quiet applause erupted. Blinking, he heard a familiar laugh besides him, a hand clasping tightly onto his shoulder.
“You look like you’re about to pass out!” Jungkook snickered, “You alright there?”
Taehyung covered his eyes, running his fingers along his face, “Yeah, I’m fine. Who was that?”
Jungkook clicked his tongue, shrugging and rolling his eyes, “I have no idea. Just some Omega. Why? You get a sniff of something you like?”
He joked, but Taehyung sighed leaning back into his chair, “No. I was just curious.”
Curious, didn't quite explain it. He was captivated as the Omega twisted and bent his body, his outfit radiating in the spotlight he was placed under. Suddenly the rest of the performance was empty, lacking of emotions, as Taehyung could only focus on the boy flying in front of him, up high and without harnesses. His act was deadly, dangerous, in more ways that just his lack of precautions; But he performed it with a solid confidence and elegance Taehyung had never seen before. His act was enthralling, although his face...his face was lacking. It lacked the same expression and power as his body.
This wasn't the first time Taehyung had been to one of these enactments. They didn't have a proper name. Despite their popularity they were simply referred to as “O-Shows”. They were trendy and well-liked, but also something you didn't talk about amongst colleagues—similar to a strip bar, but minus the nudity. It was more formal. Everyone brushed up and clad in riches, but there was another detail. Everyone in the audience was an Alpha and everyone performing was an Omega.
Every Alpha attending held some kind of status in society. Taehyung and Jungkook ranked rather high on that list as Taehyung fiddled with one of the several piercings on his ear. It gave them certain rights above others besides simply being an Alpha, but there were rules everyone with piercings knew well. Never mingle with the Jeweless. Never mate with a Jeweless. And every Omega in this performance was a Jeweless. They were simply paid—although barely, to entertain the higher class and some regarded them as strange or even clowns, nothing more than amusement to fuel their imaginations. Taehyung found little pleasure in the idea, but he still entertained Jungkook who wanted to go.
As the curtain dropped, lights brightened, and show ended, Taehyung and Jungkook remained in their seats, observing the Alphas on the main floor stand to leave. Taehyung kept fiddling with his earrings as Jungkook leaned towards him with a wide grin, “What's on your mind?” He asked.
“Nothing.” Taehyung mumbled, finally leaving the studs in his ears alone.
“Doesn’t look like nothing.” Jungkook remarked with and even wider smirk, “You still thinking about that acrobat Omega?”
Taehyung rolled his eyes, taking a final sip on the clear wine sitting on the table besides him, “No. There are plenty of other Omegas to think about.”
“You know when was the last time you've bedded someone, Tae?” Jungkook stole the remnants of Taehyung's wine and downed it without hesitation.
“Why are you asking me that?” Taehyung raised a single brow as Jungkook set the glass down.
Jungkook shrugged again, “You just haven't mentioned it recently. I figured you'd fall to a rut by now and maybe that's why the Omega caught your attention—“ he bit his lip with a small tug on his lips, “Perhaps you felt like living on the edge a bit and wanted to fuck something so...” He searched for the right word, “…unsanitary.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes again while ignoring Jungkook's inquiry. It had been some time since he last felt the irresistible urge to sink his knot into someone—although Jungkook was certainly much more vocal about all his victories. His ruts varied unlike most other Alphas who were monthly. His could come once a month or every three. Taehyung didn’t mind that inconsistency; it made his life easier to not fall to such desires, although that labeled him as peculiar to every other Alpha he ever vented the feelings to.
Jungkook frowned at Taehyung’s silence, leaning onto his knees as he glanced across the upper balcony. His eyes landed onto a figure in his own section, surrounded by various suited bodyguards. He was tall, lean, and covered in gems. His ears were filled with studs and he also attained the helix of fortune. He was among the highest of the Alpha society and everyone knew his name—Kim Namjoon.
Jungkook whistled, ogling at his blatant status, “Wow. There he is in the flesh. I hear he comes to these things a lot…”
Taehyung looked in the same direction as Jungkook, eyeing the elegant man wrapped head to toe in the most expensive of brands. People bowed merely being in his presence, his authority well above most others and on par with an emperor. Taehyung had come into contact with him once since they shared the same family name, but the contact didn’t last long and he was aloof, only speaking when necessary. He stared down into the flooding audience with a blank expression, his eyes small and almost lifeless. One of his bodyguards gestured towards him to move forward and his lips moved, but his eyes still lingered on the crowd—or maybe it wasn’t the crowd. His eyes were small, but they shinned with sadness. Sadness only Taehyung seemed to heed as he spun away, his guard ushering him forward.
He wasn’t looking into the crowd at all.
He was looking at the stage.
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It had been a few days since Taehyung and Jungkook saw the performance, but Taehyung couldn’t shake the image of the Omega from his head. He found himself having vague dreams of the boys face and that same scene replicating in his head. Their long lasting stare, the softness of his lips, and his face so close to his he could practically taste the breath he exhaled. It didn’t arouse him, which would explain his odd fascination a little bit more, but he felt drawn to him and his usually still heart beat ever the slightest. Even when he fucked other Omegas, he didn’t feel the same sense of fascination as he did with the performer.
He found himself wanting to see the performance again, although he could never tell Jungkook that. He could already imagine the belittling jokes he’d say, his assumptions on Taehyung’s thoughts bringing out a certain annoyance. So he decided to go alone. He watched from his private balcony, waiting for the Omega to make his entrance. He noticed that Namjoon had also shown up again, sitting neatly in his seat. He was alone, surrounded by his black suited guards, but his face was still the same. Vague, expressionless, and melancholy even while watching the perkiest of the routines.
Taehyung wondered why he came to these events if he was so downright despondent and jaded. It wasn’t until one of the more aesthetic and artistic performances came onto the stage that Taehyung perceived his face change under the soft blue lighting. The lights focused on the stage revealing a small male sitting at the head of a sparkling white piano. His hands glided over the keys like wind to chimes as he sang softly into a microphone. Dancers surrounded him, twirling long white ribbons and prancing about each other. They told a story, a simple story about falling in love—forbidden love. It was a rather common tale that you learned in the earliest of childhood, but Namjoon’s eyes ignited and the corner of his lips held the smallest of smiles.
Taehyung wondered if perhaps it was because he enjoyed the story, music, or artistry of the Omegas, but then he saw his eyes never moved. They never moved across the stage to watch the dances or the flashing images on the wall. They lingered on the man playing the piano, his words sending the entire crowd into a poetic silence. The pianist face was flat at the beginning, but as he sang the chorus about finding happiness even in the face of such obstacles, his face brightened and a smile spread across his face—and one also spread across Namjoon’s. When the performance ended, the pianist gently looked out into the crowd and then up at the balcony, directly at Namjoon. He stared at him until the curtain fell, creating a wall between them.
The actions exchanged by them made Taehyung question what they meant or implied. Surely Namjoon, virtually king Namjoon who could bed any Omega he fancied, was not looking at a lowly Jeweless. Although as the applause sounded, Taehyung knew that he was doing the same. He couldn’t deny the fact of it, but he wanted to know why this Omega enchanted his thoughts like poison. Why his face had never left his mind since that night.
A few more acts came before the one Taehyung anticipated. When the Omega’s act finally arose, Taehyung shifted in his seat, leaning forward with a sudden keenness. There were the people on the ground, playing instruments and doing odd talents, but then the ceiling opened and the Omega Taehyung had been waiting for so patiently was perched charmingly on the iron bar with the same sparkling white outfit. His face remained dreary as he traced the edges of the rope, his only security in preventing his fall. Taehyung wanted to know why he looked so sad when he was so…Taehyung couldn’t think of a proper word.
Closing his eyes the Omega swung back and forth, projecting himself into the air and gripping onto one of the other roped bars. His body twirled, cutting through the air with imaginary wings. His arms framed his body like a painting, and his legs practically waltzed him from one side of the theater to the next. Wrapping himself around one of the rods, he once again flung himself towards the audience, just barely within reach of physically touching his spectators. He paid everyone a swift visit, but once he came to Taehyung his eyes went wide as the spectacle was similar, but also vastly different from last time. The Omega’s body arched, his head was thrown back, and his thick lips parted like he was gasping for air.
Taehyung felt a lump form in his throat as a beating throbbed in his crotch. He exhaled a breath he wasn’t aware he had as the Omega locked his gaze with him, the light highlighting the sweat on his face, neck, and his shirt dangling just low enough to peak at his glistening chest and prominent collarbones. How was everyone else so calm after being approached by such beauty? Taehyung wished he could speak to him, ask him his name, but as soon as the Omega appeared he left, flying back to resume the rest of his performance.
Taehyung stared for a few moments longer, his mind and eyes blinded by the small Omega. He was a Jeweless. Taehyung was forbidden from associating with him, but he wanted to. He wanted to at least know the name of the bewitching Omega as his scent filled Taehyung’s nose like a fine and tantalizing perfume. He couldn’t rid himself of the smell. Maybe he did get a whiff of something he liked—or so Jungkook put it, but why? Why was he so drawn to the edge of the balcony, standing, holding onto the railing as he stared out at him? Taehyung’s heart pounded, louder this time, after lying dormant for so long.
This Omega, he was beautiful.
The boy sat on the bar like a swing, wrapping his leg around one of the ropes as he laid breathless against it at the performances end. The people dancing below bowed their heads low and the audience clapped, but Taehyung could only hear the repeated thumps of his chest. They rang against his ear as the pink haired Omega rested across his post. He waited to be lifted into the ceiling, staring up at the light and wiping away a stray bead of sweat. He relaxed his hand against his forehead and his eyes moved ever slightly in Taehyungs direction—although his stare didn’t last long as he finally ascended.
Taehyung backtracked to his seat, plopping down into it. His mind and focus were lost as the rest of the theaters show resumed. The act had only just finished and yet he wanted to see the Omega again.
Taehyung wanted to see him perform once more.
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He was a Jewless. He was a Jewless Omega. Taehyung repeated the thought in his head as he went about his next few days. He couldn’t allow himself to see the show again. He had to cut off all connection to it, but as the days droned on and Jungkook obnoxiously spoke of the Omegas he caught in the middle of their heats, Taehyung felt the life inside of his body drain. His heart felt numb and his chest laid still. Why was he so fixed on one particular male? It was unnatural.
Jungkook surmised it was because he hadn’t mated in so long leaving his “inner animal” in a dormant state, but Taehyung was positive that wasn’t the reason. Even when Jungkook pushed him to be around Omegas of their social class, Taehyung was warm and friendly, but something lacked from the interaction. None of them were as beautiful as the floating angel back at the show. There were words spoken in his dance, emotional and expressive. He questioned in his mind what it all meant, the boys body language being more entertaining than the walls he was talking to with the other Omegas.
Jungkook didn’t understand it; he refused to as he talked with Tae about it over lunch. His cheeks were full as he point a fork at Taehyung with a sour expression, “What’s with you, Tae? You’ve been looking bleak ever since that theater show.”
Taehyung shrugged, sipping on a small cup of coffee, “I haven't been getting much sleep.” He muttered.
“Sounds like bullshit, you sleep like a rock. I know.” Jungkook teased stabbing into another fork full of food, “Are you in a rut? Don't smell like it.”
Taehyung shook his head, “No. I think I'd be less calm if I was.”
“This is true…” Jungkook mumbled, tossing more food into his mouth, “Then stop looking so sour! You’re the Kim Taehyung. You’re higher than most in this city—and you’re also friends with me. Not a bad deal, I’d say.”
Taehyung observed as Jungkook scarfed down his food like a wolf. For being so high on the social ladder, some times he acted a little…barbaric. However Taehyung ignored his faults as he hazily glanced around the room filled with other people of affluence. They chatted with smiles on their faces and laughs vibrating in their throats, but none of their eyes truly seemed happy. He recalled how Namjoon looked at the play, his dejected and gloomy aura wavering around him, but as soon as he saw the pianist, his face lit with an indescribable glee—a glee no one in this room was showing.
“Hey, Kook.” Taehyung mumbled, waiting for his friend to stop chewing on his food, “Are you happy?”
“Happy?” Jungkook laughed, “Of course I am. Why are you asking that?”
“Genuinely?” Taehyung asked again.
Jungkook blinked, making an awkward laugh, “You’re scaring me, Tae. Yes. Why are you not happy with your food? You’ve barely touched it. We can ask for something else—“
Before Taehyung could reply, Jungkook was snapping his fingers towards one of the waiters, calling them over to their table, “Hey, Omega!”
The waiter hesitated, timidly turning towards them with a slight bow as he maintained eye contact with Jungkook, “Y-yes, sir?”
“My friend here doesn’t like his food, can you get him something else—“ He turned towards Taehyung, “Tae, what do you want?”
Taehyung noticed the waiter nervously glance at him with anxious and worried eyes, like if he messed up they’d have his head for it. He didn’t particularly want anything else, but since Jungkook had made such a scene and nearly scared the waiter out of his wits, he decided to order something anyways, even if he simply took it home with him. Giving the waiter a different order, they grabbed the plate and bowed again while turning on their heel. His head hung low and Taehyung caught the slight sense of misery in his eyes as he walked away. There was a misery lingering behind them at being treated so lowly, but Jungkook resumed conversation as if nothing had happened.
Did he not notice or was he simply that consumed in his own power over others? No one batted an eye at how Jungkook addressed the waiter, but it clearly affected him in a negative way. Did only Taehyung see it? He fiddled with the earrings on his ear again, agreeing to whatever Jungkook said, but the wretch in his gut didn’t settle so well as his mind traveled to the performing Omega once again and how his face was similar, if not the same.
Taehyung wouldn’t go to see the show, but he could try his luck in another way. He had to know the Omega’s name. He had to.
He had to know why his face was so desolate.
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The nights had been getting colder as winter closed in. Taehyung bundled himself up in a long coat with his hood pulled forward to conceal his ears. He waited till the show was over, people flooding out of the doors before making his way inside. As he walked against the crowd, there were a few displeased grunts and grumbles, but he managed to make his way through, heading for the backstage entrance. He walked passed a staircase, glancing up at the people walking down when he caught a glimpse of Namjoon surrounded by his guards. As always, people bowed low to him, allowing him to walk in front of them He ignored their words and acts of praise keeping his eyes steadily forward. He acted as if forward was the only direction to head, but his eyes strayed just a moment towards Taehyung.
Upon seeing him, his expression didn't change, but his eyes flashed, searching and inspected his face. Taehyung thought he may say something, but his mouth remained closed and his expression idle as he persisted towards the exit. The crowd parted before him with more bows and extensions of greetings. He didn’t look back and neither did Taehyung as he pressed on. He waited just a scarce moment longer for more people to clear out before approaching the stage doors. A few Omegas were sitting outside of it and chatting among themselves, but as he approached suddenly their faces fell blank and their chatter ceased.
Two of them collected themselves and headed inside the door, leaving one behind—one who bashfully glanced around like he was begging for help. He straightened himself out and quickly fixed his bright hair trying to appear as presentable as possible in a matter of two seconds. He missed a spot, a stray strand sticking up, but he still smiled brightly, his lips forming a heart, “Ah! Hi! Uh—“ He stuttered over his words, “How can I help you?”
Taehyung knew they could sense he was an Alpha, their sudden fretting being an obvious sign of that. Still, he nervously licked his lips, his heart hammering against his chest, “I need to see someone backstage.”
The bright Omega tilted his head with a finger to his chin, “Ah, as much as I would love to do that for someone as cute as you, I’m afraid I can’t. Especially since you’re an Alpha…”
Taehyung figured as much. He scratched the side of his cheek, contemplating if he should do what he thought. It was risky, but nothing horrific would come of it. He was forbidden from mating with a Jeweless. That didn’t prevent him from talking to them, although it was profusely frowned upon. He gently tugged on the side of his hood, slightly showing the earrings punctured into his ear. He didn’t want to resort to using his status to get what he wanted, but it worked as the Omega gasped, his jaw practically dropping to the floor.
He bent over low, so low Taehyung thought he would kiss his feet. “Oh my—I’m am so sorry for my disrespect, sir.” The Omega apologized.
“It’s ok, really.” Taehyung mumbled, pulling the hood back over his head.
The Omega drew himself up, straightening out his shirt, “You—You wanted to see someone? Who is it?”
Taehyung bit his lip, “I…I don’t know his name. He was—“ The angel. The person on his mind for the past week. The one who made his heart beat again. “He was the acrobat. Last half of the show.”
The Omega immediately nodded with a closed smile, “Ah, Chimmy. Yeah he’s really something up that high isn’t he? I’d be scared out of my wits doing the stunts he does, but some times I think he likes that danger. Kinda strange—but I’m just rambling, uh…” He turned and pushed open the doors, “Be prepared for a lot of stares!”
Taehyung strolled backstage, his admittance being more than easy. Instantly he could smell all the Omegas and their distinctive scents, although none in heat. He assumed that would create issues if one were, so they had days off only when they fell to their nature. Still, they regarded him with heavy eyes, whispers, and a few giggles as he walked passed them. He knew how it probably looked, but it was all he could do to at least talk to the acrobat. His wealth came in handy for something.
The Omega escorted him through the cluttered back area. He shooed the onlookers out of the way with a quick hand and glare. “Ladies please. Stop drooling,” He huffed, “He ain't interested in any of y'all. He's here for Chimmy.”
One of the Omegas cursed, snorting into the air, “Of course. He gets all the best Alphas.”
“Yeah, but he's such a damn prude he turns them all down.” Another mumbled.
“Shame, really! I'm about to go into a heat just looking at him. He'll be stuck in a rut forever if he's chasing that one!”
Taehyung ignored the comments, although the one regarding how he turned down all Alpahs was intriguing, but he wasn't exactly here to woo him. Did he get propositioned often?
The cheery Omega turned into one of the open rooms with bright lights and various vanities as hoards of Omegas rushed about, carrying props and other objects. Taehyung’s guide put a little skip to his step as they ambled through the crowd and towards one of the many enormous and decorated mirrors. As they approached, Taehyung could smell him. He could smell him through all these other Omegas skittering about, that familiar perfume scent hitting his nose. As the crowd thinned he could see him. He saw him sitting prettily in front of the mirror, his posture perfect and straight, but he stared at himself with that same solemn look as he did with his performances.
The joyful Omega left some distance between themselves and the pink haired boy. He smiled brightly again as he gestured to him. He wanted to say something, perhaps profane, but he silenced it. “Good luck, sir Alpha!” He beamed, turning around and shooing away more lingering Omegas. What he needed luck for, Taehyung didn't know.
Taehyung slowly approached him, clearing his throat when he was within hearing range. The Omegas eyes shifted, his face slowly turning up towards Taehyung with a plain expression, “Oh,” he whispered, bowing his head slightly towards him, “Yes?”
“You don't need to bow,” Taehyung said, sitting on the stool next to the boy’s mirror. He could feel the rubbernecking of all the other Omegas in the room, but he tried his best to ignore it, only focusing on the one in front of him.
He lifted his head, his eyebrows furrowed together, questioning Taehyung's motive, “To what do I owe this honor? Jewels don't talk to Jeweless.”
“I am aware,” Taehyung said, pondering how he knew he had Jewels, “I just saw your enchanting performance and I wanted to know your name.”
“My name?” The boy repeated with a laugh, “You expect me to believe you came here only for that?”
There was a snap to his words that made Taehyung realize he was sassier than his size or face let on. “It's the truth.”
The Omegas eyes narrowed with skepticism and suspicion as his lips practically pulled back into a sneer, “And what will you do with it once I tell you? It's useless to you.”
“I…” Taehyung hadn't considered that question, “I don't know…”
The boy sat up straighter, “I saw you before. In the balcony. You weren't with your friend that time.”
So he had noticed him. That’s how he knew he was a Jewel. Taehyung didn't know why that made his heart swell against his chest, “Yeah, he couldn't come.”
“One less Jewel to entertain.” The Omega sighed, “Listen, I'm not interested or flattered. You can leave. Maybe one of the others can help you.”
He raised his head, pointing his chin towards a small group of Omegas shyly waving at Taehyung. Taehyung blinked, never quite having dealt with such upfront rejection before—and especially such sass from a Jeweless Omega to top it off. He ignored the others, returning his attentiveness towards his current conversation, “It's...it’s not like that. There is no ulterior motive.”
The boys lips fell, his eyebrows raising just a pinch higher. He stood from his chair, gathering his things, and covered himself with a thick jacket, “You really like to lie.”
Without another word he walked off, but Taehyung bounded from his seat, following after him, “Why do you think that?”
“Because that's all your kind does.” He said, not looking back and breaking through the mass of other Omegas, “What other use does a Jeweless Omega have to a Jewel besides to sate your thirst? To fuel your self-worth?”
His pace quickened and Taehyung felt like he was practically running after him, “Omega, wait—“
At the word Omega, the pink haired boy stopped in his steps, twirling around with such speed Taehyung almost knocked into him. He stared at Taehyung for a long moment like he was analyzing every particular crease in his clothing and body. He was disgusted.
“This Omega is also a person,” He said with spite, “I have a name. One I'm only going to tell you so maybe you can show some respect. Maybe you'll remember it, but I doubt it.”
Taehyung swallowed hard at the tiny ball of fury approached him closer. His scent filled Taehyung's nose again, the smell causing his heart to beat faster and his throat close as he stared at the flawless boy. For the first time he grinned although it was more mocking than an actually sign of cheerfulness.
His pretty pink lips parted and he whispered, “My name is Jimin.”
And then he stormed off.