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Jimin: Comfort Blanket (Intro)

In which you loose your precious comfort blanket- just to find it on the shoulders of none other than Park Jimin.

Tags/Warnings: Alpha!Jimin, Omega!Reader, Idol!Jimin, omega struggles, alpha problems, stereotypes and judgmental 'fans', angst, fluff, strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: jimin is possessive over his new blankie, reader is in need for it

Chapter length: short/mid

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Being an unmated omega sucked.

It's not the dreamy situation everyone thinks it is. You're not sought after and constantly asked out, there's nothing great about it. It's either chuckles and whispering jokes to friends, or horny newly-presented alphas who think it's their chance.

And the emotions are constantly all over the place as well.

Without a mate, as an omega, you naturally constantly feel.. Lost. Like you forgot your wait at home or suddenly notice your phone is not in your picket anymore. That feeling of dread that makes your stomach drop and hands shaky. It's always there.

Except at home.

For the rare occasion of an older omega like you, social isolation is the main reason they end up in the situation of being unmated at such an age. Normally, Omegas present at the age of 16, and typically mate soon after.

But putting boring facts aside, it's not always this bad.

You've got your ways to somehow live your life regularly; you stay low, away from any attention, and carry things around to help you cope with the lack of a partner who'd provide emotional stability in most situations. You're a little shadow moving in the background- never seen, rarely ever noticed at all. You got a comfort blanket drenched in your scent, and it helps to clear your mind when it becomes overwhelming.

Only that right now, it's gone.

And you have no idea where it is- where it could be. You run around the area, visiting every room you've been in, before you finally let yourself sit in a corner facing the wall, desperate to calm down. You'll find it.

You have to.

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"is that new?" J-Hope asks as he watches Jimin on the couch, reading the setup list with a warm brown blanket over his shoulders. "it's really soft-" he starts, but joins hand snaps out to gently but sternly remove his packmate's hand from it.

"It's- yeah." he says, unsure why he's so protective of it. It smells absolutely amazing, that's for sure- the clean and gentle scent filling his mind and making him almost sleepy. He's oddly happy and calm now, a contrast to his typically rather fiery temper. He's never violent or anything- but as an alpha, and especially an unmated one, he does face issues every day. His mood can sometimes change within seconds, and while he's not as bad as Jungkook used to be, it's still something everyone around him is aware of. He's also needy for physical contact and always has this odd feeling of needing to prove his worth- even if it's just friendly competition. All of this ses to be put on hold however as soon as that blanket laid over his body.

So it's noticeable how at ease he is now.

However, it all changes again when he goes to practice choreography, leaving the blanket folded neatly on the couch, just to return and have it gone. "where's that blanket I put here?" he asks, brows furrowed and temper returning a little as staff smiles.

"oh- someone took it I think when you were mid-practice. I couldn't see who though." she mumbles, before returning to her task of cleaning up everything for today.

Jimin isnt satisfied with that answer.

He's basically on the hunt for that brown piece of fabric now, scent of it an invisible trail he follows around. It's a bit confusing, because the scent seems to go in and out of rooms throughout the entire level of the company building- before he opens a door to check, and finds something entirely else.

You, sitting in the corner facing the wall, counting quietly to yourself.

It's then that another staff member walks in behind Jimin, holding the familiar object and effectively snapping you both out of ut simultaneously. "my blanket!" you both say at the same time, before meeting each other's gazes-

And suddenly you both know: you're screwed.