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The Pack Initiative - Chapter Two

I'm stirred from sleep by a hammering on the door to our room, groans and growls sounding from Jungkook. I quickly stand, yanking open the door; a small brunette beta being the culprit. She quickly hands over a thick cardboard file as well as the tray that holds our breakfast. I nod in thanks, closing the door with my hip once she begins to leave.

The tray is lifted from my hands by my messy alpha, his eyes wide and staring at the food whilst his hair sticks up in all different directions. The tray houses two small stacks of pancakes, a decent-sized portion of kimchi fried rice and some scrambled egg. I can already tell that Jungkook will be using those pouty doe eyes of his to get a pancake out of me, and a slightly bit more of the kimchi fried rice, but I can't bring myself to care.

My attention is mainly on the file. The file that holds our future. The strangers which we are allegedly most compatible with. This ugly, scratchy cardboard houses the information on our new pack members that we'll be meeting later.

Jungkook snatches the file away, throwing it onto the bed and yanking me into the bathroom with a stern look. He opens his mouth to speak, but quickly closes it at the scrunch of my nose.

"I've been with you for two years and I still can't get used to your morning breath. Ew."

—//—

The first few pages set out some schedules and rules, which Jungkook and I put to the side so we can glance at our future pack.

After those, there are two separated sections; seemingly the two sub-packs we've been paired with.

The first is Pack #7220191; holding three profiles. Two weeks of them are alphas like Jungkook, and the eldest is an omega like me. My own alpha doesn't seem to react much to that, eyes just running over the pages and occasionally humming. They had noted that pups were a non-negotiable for all three of them, yet they were all male so far, meaning I'd be the one to carry them.

After reading through the first section, we moved to the second; Pack #7220194, also holding three profiles. Similarly, it had one omega, but it also had an alpha and an apex alpha. I've never even met an apex alpha before, and now I'm supposed to spend my life with one?!

"What do you think, Alpha?" My voice sounds meek, nervousness coursing through my body. He glances at me, noticing my obvious uneasiness and intertwines our hands together, gently pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

"I think we should give them a chance, Omega. They were forced here, just like us." I nod, moving the papers away from me and tunnelling into his arms. Automatically, I move to the crook of his neck, but quickly move away once I realise I won't be getting any of the scent I crave. He seems to notice, gently rubbing my back with the hand that was once wrapped in mine and peppering kisses on the crown of my head.

"I love you, Alpha."

"I love you, Omega."

—//—

The schedule for the next ten days was, quite frankly, a mess. We were meant to spend time together, but they had also set up classes that were mandatory for

whoever it had been listed for.

For example, Jungkook had to attend 'Omega Maintenance' with the other alphas and the apex alpha, whilst us omegas had to go to 'Alpha Maintenance' as well as an 'Apex Side-class.' We also had Home Economics, 'Nesting' and even a 'Pup and Me' class. They really do like feeding into the stereotypes here, especially with the alphas having mandatory gym time and classes about tools and fixing things.

On the notes page at the front, it informs us that we will be forced to start rooming together after four days, and will be sent to live in one of their approved housing structures for the rest of our lives if the trial goes well. Great.

—//—

Jungkook's leg is bouncing so fast you can barely see it moving, and his bottom lip is red raw from him biting and tearing at the skin. I had grabbed his hands and enveloped them in mine after he had accidentally made it bleed, as well as pressed little kisses to his lips every so often in the hopes it would calm him down a little.

The atmosphere didn't help at all; it was almost like a hospital room. The walls were as white as snow, the chairs bland and uncomfortable, and it was eerily silent. Not even the creak of a door or a scrape of a chair can be heard.

"Not long now, Alpha." I whisper before pressing a small peck to his head, silently laughing when I notice how he's wrapped himself around me and how he's trying to hide in my chest. I coo, running my fingers through his hair as I watch the door, praying they'd come quickly so we can get this over with.

The only sounds in the room are the taps of Jungkook's shoe hitting the floor and our breathing, tension filling every corner.

We stay in silence for what seems to drag on for hours, but is realistically only about five minutes.

Then, the door opens.

Oh no.

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The Pack Initiative - Chapter One

The concrete building looms overhead. This will be our home for the next ten days, possibly even longer if the match-up doesn't work out. It doesn't look at all homely; more like the type of abandoned building you'd be held hostage in in a spy movie.

The barrage of scents is overwhelming and I can tell it's setting Jungkook off. He's tense, the hairs on back of his neck sticking up to attention. I shuffle a little closer to him, attempting to hide in his chest and distract him. It seems to work, his once tense chest going a little soft and a kiss pressed to the top of my head.

"You okay, omega?" He whispers into my head, pushing out his scent a little. I nod, turning a little to force my face into his scent gland. His chest shakes with a laugh, slowly beginning to rock us side-to-side. The volume and scents seem to disappear, just leaving us wrapped around one another. It's just us.

But it won't be for long.

—//—

We finally signed into the building, lugging our bags and suitcases into the room as instructed.

Jungkook wouldn't let me in the room at first, wanting to check everything over for what he deemed as threats. He let me in once he deemed it as safe, helping to unpack the clothes and hang them up in the boring looking wardrobe. It's metal, covered in scuff marks and houses cheap hangers.

The room was incredibly plain, only housing a wardrobe, bed and another door that lead to the bathroom. The bathroom itself was also incredibly plain, having a shower on one side and the toilet/sink on the other. The floor was cold concrete, only a few tiles on the shower wall. I couldn't even see a heater or radiator anywhere, not to mention the lack of windows. It felt like a prison cell. How were we supposed to keep warm? Jungkook runs a little hotter than most people do but still!

"Omega? Can you help me for a sec?" I quickly speed-walk out of the bathroom, watching as Jungkook struggled with the bedding bag. A fitted sheet hangs on one end of the mattress, a blush rising up his cheeks.

"I'll do it, alpha. Can you unpack the toiletries? Please?" He nods, hair bouncing around, nudging the bag towards me and planting a kiss on my cheek. I watch as he skips off into the bathroom, a small smile making its way onto my face. It soon drops however, when I recognise that his scent isn't permeating the room like it should. I curse the scent patches that were forced upon us with the strictest of instructions, the blasted things rendering it impossible to be comforted by my alpha in such an unfamiliar place.

The people in charge of this whole governmental programme had set us out with very instructions: one of them being that scent suppressant patches be worn at all times (except for showers, but then a new one must be put on.) After we had unpacked, we were told to wait in our rooms until an assistant came to fetch us for the dreaded test. I've never been any good at tests in school, especially the ones that are about to determine the rest of my (and Jungkook's) life.

--//--

"Don't be nervous, okay? We're in this together."

“Jungkook?"

“Yes, my love?"

"Shut up."

“Fair enough."

--//--

The test was weird, to say the least. First, Jungkook and I had to be sat on separate ends of the room to fill it out. Then, after we had both finished and handed it in to the ghastly beta back at the desk, we had to complete a different test together.

Whilst the first one was more about personal details ("Psssst... Omega! What's my blood type?") and personality traits, this second one was more about us as a sub-pack. The fourth question asked about our (my) ability to cook and clean. It was mainly fed by stereotypes and the more 'wanted' characteristics for the sub-genders, but it did include what we wanted for our pack.

Jungkook and I chose, out of the limited options available, for a smaller pack (from five to ten people) no matter the gender or sub-gender. The beta had simply hummed at our answers, before tucking the paper away with the others into a neat little file. We got up, poised to leave, when she informed that we would hear of our matches first thing in the morning, and would meet them officially later the following day. It's awfully quick for what seems like a life-changing decision.

We went back to the room after that, setting up for what seems to be dinner and then bedtime. It wasn't anything luxurious or hot for dinner, just sandwiches and cookies, but Jungkook scoffed them down regardless. He eyed up the last half of one of my sandwiches, cheeks full like a squirrel in winter, and begging doe eyes. I obliged with a huff, landing kisses on his chubby cheeks before preparing for bed.

--//--

I exit the bathroom, feet cold yet body warm from the shower. Jungkook trails behind me, yelping and running towards the bed.

"I'm so cold! Omega, save me! Quick!" He screeches from the bed, trying to tunnel under the bedding without touching the cold frame or floor.

"Jungkook, stop! You'll make a mess!" I run over to the wardrobe, pulling out our nightwear before making my way back towards the bed. He's stopped wriggling around like a worm, instead laying still with his head over the end of the bed, watching me. His brown eyes stare into my (E/C) ones, a cheeky smile present on his face. His brown hair fans over the duvet, chest peeking out of the robe he had thrown on after the shower.

"Love you, Omega." I shut him up by throwing his pyjamas at his face, his splutters filling the room.

"I love you, Alpha." I coo, quickly spinning around and dropping my robe onto the floor, causing more of his splutters and unintelligible sentences to fill the room. I counter this by quickly sliding on my nightwear, grabbing the robe and putting it in a plastic bag we had lain out for dirty clothes. I then make my way back to the bed, tunnelling under the sheets that had been warmed by Jungkook's furnace-like body. He soon does the same, sliding in next to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. Without thinking, he burrows his face into my neck, but grunts in disapproval once he realises my scent is reduced to nothing because of the patches.

"It's only for a few more days, Alpha."

"Still. I should be able to scent you, I'm your Alpha. Stupid betas. Stupid government." All the lights suddenly switch off, a man calling "lights out!" from the opposite side of the door. The entire building seemingly going silent, aside from the footsteps in the hall and the shuffle of bedsheets.

"Love you, Alpha. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Omega. I love you more."

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