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Warnings: Coarse Language, TRIGGER WARNINGS, Abusive relationships
Chapter 1: INTRO
“Hello, Jungkook.” A man greeted him with a handshake and a smile, the younger taking a seat. “How are things going?”
“Alright I suppose.” He sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. “I mean… I don’t know. It’s still the same. She’s still the same.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Appa!”
Jungkook looked to the side, his small daughter holding a block. He smiled at her. “I see it, sweetie! It’s blue!” He watched her beam and look away. He turned back to his therapist. “She’s getting worse as Eunjae gets older.” He wrung his hands, chewing his lip slightly. “I just… She’s starting to act out in front of her, and I don’t know what to do!”
Jungkook was a twenty one year old Omega male. Male Omegas were rare in today’s day and age. He had met his Alpha wife about four years ago, when she was twenty one and he was seventeen. She seemed so sweet then. In all actuality, he had thought she was a Beta.
They had hit it off really well. She wasn’t much help when Jungkook would have a heat, mind you, but after their daughter was born, his heats decreased anyways.
She started to change whilst she was pregnant. She got moodier. Angrier.
After Eunjae was born, she started work again. Jungkook used to also have a well-paying job. He was actually a curator in an art museum. It was how they met. She was touring and threw a flirt at him. But after Eunjae was born, he had to quit. Someone needed to stay home with the baby.
Since he was the Omega, and she was an Alpha, she said he needed to stay home. He was okay with that, in all honesty. He didn’t mind being a stay at home Appa. He liked the idea of doing house chores with his little girl, and having her in a playpen where he could watch her fool around as he cooked.
And for the better part of the day, that’s how it was. But then she would come home.
Jungkook could barely remember a time when she wasn’t screaming at him for how wrong everything was.
It started off in a way he was able to justify. The laundry wasn’t done and she needed underwear. Understandable. That’s not good. She was tired and dinner wasn’t ready. Okay, he got that too. But then it became little things, like the pillows being too fluffy on the couch, or the coffee table being a centimeter too far to the left.
And lately she had been spending more and more time at home. Usually she left for weeks at a time because her job made her travel. Her father owned an international hotel chain, and she often would go to other locations to see how things were going, and for meetings. But lately her father wanted her to take a bit of a break.
So Jungkook had started going to the park with his daughter. For the nights he had an especially bad day, he would hide in the closet with his vanilla scented candle, trying to breathe in and relax.
They agreed a year ago to start couples counseling. She decided the therapist was an idiot after he ‘sided’ with Jungkook more than her, and stopped going. But the younger decided to continue.
Recently she had started to get more aggressive. Going as far as to throw a glass cup at him. He spent an hour trying to find all the little shards, terrified Eunnie would get hurt from it.
To top it all off, his heats had started again.
She would leave when they did and he’d suffer through them. But worst of all, was how she would leave their daughter with him during his heats.
You have no idea how hard it is to take care of a toddler when you’re in a heat. Three times it had happened now. Because of her he didn’t socialize anymore. He had no one to call to come get his little girl. He didn’t want his daughter to be subjected to it. Even at such a young age he didn’t want her to end up traumatized!
And his stupid heats were unscheduled! He had no idea when they would start!
He would spend his entire heat, and the next two days after, crying almost in hysterics, terrified his daughter would end up fucked in the head!
But he also cried because of how alone he felt. How broken his heart was.
He was at his wits end. He just didn’t know what to do.
He thanked his therapist friend as he always did after his session, picking up his beautiful eighteen month old girl. “Thanks again for listening to me Joonie-Hyung. And I really do appreciate it. I know it’s technically after hours… and free, so, thank you.”
“Of course, Jungkook-ah! Anytime you need me, give me a call. I told you, what? Ten months ago? I’m not charging a friend for a conversation. Anytime you need me, you let me know.”
“Thank you.” He bowed, his daughter squealing in delight as she was tipped upside down in the process.
“And Jungkook?” The younger straightened up, cocking his head to the side. “You can call me if you want. Jackson and I would be thrilled to watch her for you. I can even send him down to help you out with water and such. He said he doesn’t mind helping out a fellow Omega in need.” He smiled at the younger, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Jungkook pushed the lump in his throat down. “R-really?”
“Of course. Call me next time, okay?”
“Yeah… thank you.” He bowed again, Eunnie happy as can be.
As per usual he headed to the park. It was a Saturday, so there were more kids out at this time.
He walked over to the sand pit, grinning at the little boy trying to eat a stick, plopping his daughter next to him.
“Aish! Yejun! Don’t eat that!” A man rushed over, quickly taking the item away, his son’s lip trembling. He frowned back. “It’s yucky! Use it to dig, if you’re hungry come to Appa and get a snack. Don’t eat sticks.”
Jungkook chuckled, the other looking at him with an exasperated sigh before smiling. “How old is she?” He nodded towards Eunjae.
“She’s eighteen months now. Her name is Eunjae! Say hi Eunnie!”
She stared at the other man for a long moment. “No.”
“Ah!” Jungkook’s eyes widened and he gapped. “Eunjae!”
The older male, however, laughed and stood up, holding his hand out, shaking the other’s. “I’m Park Jimin, and this is my two ear old son, Yejun. Stop that!” He growled out, glaring down at the child who, once again, had the end of the stick in his mouth. He looked up at his father with huge eyes, clearly thinking he wouldn’t be caught. He very slowly removed the stick, keeping eye contact, Jimin doing the same. “Thank you.” He turned back to the taller.
“I’m Jeon Jungkook.” He snickered out.
“I’ve seen you here a few times now.” Jimin smiled, glancing back down to make sure his son wasn’t eating the damn thing again. He wasn’t. He was trying to dig a hole, and flinging dirt everywhere instead.
“Yeah. We like coming here. It’s nice out, warm, sunny, and she gets to make friends.” He smiled watching his kid tap the sand, laughing hysterically at whatever game she was apparently playing.
“It’s a good place. Calm. Even with the running children.” Jimin grinned.
“Minnie? Has he had his lunch?” A slightly taller male walked over, placing a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, looking down at the boy.
“Not yet. Which is why he is once again, trying to eat a stick. Yoongi, help?” he pouted at the other, whining slightly.
Yoongi stared at him for a long moment. “Next time feed him food, and he won’t eat sticks like a starving child. Jerk.”
“Asshole.” Jimin narrowed his eyes.
Jungkook flinched, until he noticed the slight smirks they held.
Yoongi took the stick away and picked the young one up. “I’m giving him apple sauce first because I want to.” He stated, the other’s eye twitching.
“You’re not supposed to give him the yummy thing first.” Jimin’s voice was sickly sweet.
“You starved our child. He deserves a treat.”
“Aish! He’s fifteen minutes late for lunch!” Jimin threw his hands up, huffing. The other gave a gummy smile.
“Still late.” He kissed the other’s cheek quickly. “Call your cousin to get Yejun tomorrow. My heats starting soon.”
Both Jungkook and Jimin’s faces reddened. “Right.” The shortest of the three nodded, clearing his throat. “I’ll call Jin just before dinner.”
“Good. Alright Yejun, let’s give you people food, okay? Appa might let you eat sticks, but I’m strongly against it.”
“I wasn’t letting him eat sticks!” He flailed his arms slightly.
“Sure, sure.” He waved an arm dismissingly, the younger huffing and turning back to Jungkook.
“That’s Yoongi. He’s an asshole.”
The taller laughed and shrugged. “I’ve seen worse. Is Yejun yours?” He asked, smiling gently.
Jimin nodded. “Yeah. I know two males isn’t really seen much. But yeah. That’s our boy.”
“Are you mated?” Jungkook sat on the bench, Jimin following suit, Yoongi on a different one, feeding the boy apple sauce, trailing it all around, most likely doing ‘airplane’ or something.
“Oh god no. We’re not together. We just have a kid.” Jimin laughed, shrugging. Jungkook stared, unsure if he was being serious or sarcastic. “I was a booty call.”
Jimin sighed and leaned back on the bench. “We met at a bar. I took him home. He ended up with a heat that wasn’t supposed to start for another week. It hit him fast because he was suddenly surrounded by Alpha pheromones in my house, and it sped it up or something. It triggered my rut, and we ended up having a good four days of heat sex.”
“…Oh…” Jungkook cleared his throat nodding, blushing slightly.
“I can stop.” Jimin raised an amused brow.
“No! No, keep going. I just… don’t talk about this kind of thing much.” He admitted. “I’m a stay at home Appa.”
“Ah, I get it. Yoongi and I alternated, he took half a year, and then I took half a year. But anyways, he left after his heat. I gave him my number, I was hoping he would call. I’d never helped an Omega through a heat before and I kind of wanted to keep seeing him. I don’t know, there was just this strong attraction. Then again, I did knot him…” He trailed off slightly, frowning in thought. “But anyways. It was two months later when he sent me a text message. Bastard said his name, reminded me I helped him with his heat, and that I knocked him up, also saying we should discuss our options. I’ve never met someone so damn blunt.”
Jungkook’s eyes were huge. “He just sent it in a text?”
“Yup. I kept a screen shot of it. Hang on.” He grinned, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. He handed it over for the other.
From: Unknown
Hey, it’s Yoongi. You helped me with my heat.
To: Yoongi-yah!!!! :D :D :D
Yoongi! How have you been?! Everything good?
From: Yoongi-yah!!!! :D :D :D
Not really. You knocked me up.
Can we meet for coffee to discuss our
options and your future involvement?
Jungkook stared shocked. “Well that was…”
“Blunt? Yeah. I called him instead of texting back. We met up outside the same bar since it was a place we both knew. It was after eight because I was still in school and had a night class. We went for coffee and talked until it closed. Then we went back to mine, talked a bit more, ended up having sex again, and I told him I wanted to stay in the baby’s life. So we decided to stay together for convenience. I help him with heats, he helps me with ruts. It’s an open relationship I guess. But we never mated or anything like that. We’re just good friends, and parents.” He shrugged. “Well and occasional fuck buddies.”
“O-oh.” He nodded.
“But anyways. How about you? You don’t smell like a mated Omega. Is he waiting, or-“
“She.” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, wringing his hands and looking back to his daughter.
“Oh! Cool, right on, right on. Is she an Omega too?”
He looked at the other surprised. Right… he already figured out Jungkook was an Omega. “H-how’d you know I’m an Omega?”
Jimin shrugged. “I’m an unmated Alpha. I know the scent of an unmated Omega.”
“Oh… no, she’s an Alpha.” Jungkook gave an awkward smile.
Jimin let out a hum, very much interested. “That’s not something you see often. Alpha female and Omega male… what happens with heats? Wait, that’s way too personal, just ignore that!” He laughed nervously, the younger blushing and decided to do just that, ignore it.
“Jimin!” Yoongi called from across the park, standing up, everything packed.
“That’s my cue! Here’s my number, text me sometime! We can get the kids together!”
“Really?!”
“Yeah!” He grinned, the two of them switching phones and entering in the information. “Maybe we can even get Taehyung’s kids over. That’s the guy who usually leaves with a little girl on his shoulders and a boy on each hip.”
“Oh! The little girl is Sooyoung! She plays with Eunnie when they’re both here. It’s the cutest thing! If they’re available I’d love that!”
“Great! I’ll talk to him and make the play date! See you soon Jungkook-ah!” He waved before jogging off to catch up with the very patient Yoongi. The older Omega gave a look to Jungkook, smiling slightly and giving a short nod before handing the heavy diaper bag off to Jimin, his son on his hip as they headed to their car.
Jungkook turned back to his daughter. “Hear that Eunnie?! A real play date!” He beamed. His smiled softened after a moment. “Heh… Appa made a friend.”
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I have been waiting literally years to post this story! It’s the first one I wrote after ‘The Experiment’ and has a super cute story line <3