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Pairing: alpha BTS × omega reader
Chapter Warnings: I don't really know what to put for warnings, physical abuse, darts, bugs(dubia roaches)/spiders, knives, panic attacks, starving, waterboarding, brief mention of throwing up,
In this omegaverse heats happen once a month for up to 5 days (typically) unless an omega takes suppressants (many do). An omega can only get pregnant during heat.
Ruts for alphas don't happen as frequently or as regularly. They happen at least once a year, but they can happen multiple times depending on the alpha. There's no set schedule, unfortunately. An alpha does not have to be in a rut to get an omega pregnant, but if they are in a rut, then they can get an omega pregnant outside of their heat.
This is not how heats and ruts usually work in most fics so I felt the need to explain
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Later that night, you'd just stepped out of the bathroom after your shower. Dressed in an oversized shirt and soft pajama shorts that are fully hidden by said shirt. Your still damp hair makes your shoulders and back slightly wet, a feeling you don't quite enjoy, but you'd soon be curled up in your nest, which will make up for it.
Or so you thought you would be.
You step into your room only to find Namjoon and Hoseok in the middle of destroying your room. And more importantly, your nest. Not only did they knock everything off the shelves, they’d also rearranged your whole room, moving the shelves across the room, one tipped over, and leaving the bed frame in the middle of the room. The mattress was stripped bare and propped up against one of the walls while your nest lay in a heap on the floor, the blankets and pillows covered in some liquid you're unsure of at the moment.
"That's for ruining our fun, omega." Namjoon growls, shoving you so you fall over the bedframe and land hard on the metal bars.
You let out a cry of pain, bruises starting to form almost immediately, the worst of it on your legs and your side. It didn't feel too great falling on your burned hands either. They're freshly bandaged after your shower, but the gauze didn't add much cushion.
"I'm sorry, alphas." You quickly try and appease them. Trying to say the right words to get them to stop. If they need to feel they have control over you, then that's what you'll allow; you just want them to stop.
"Oh, I'm sure you are." Hoseok pretends to pity you for a few seconds, his tone mocking. He picks up a book from the floor and throws it at you.
You try and move away, but you aren't fast enough, and it hits your shoulder, a yelp falling from your lips.
They seem to find this amusing as they spend the next 20 minutes throwing different objects at you as hard as they can, laughing at your distress.
Yoongi didn't come and save you this time. What finally stopped them was Jungkook, you think, you still don’t have their voices down 100%, calling Namjoon from somewhere downstairs.
"Shame, I was having such a good time." Namjoon seems to almost pout.
The two of them leave the room, and you finally let the tears fall. You sit in the middle of the floor, surrounded by the mess of your things, crying your heart out.
With tears still rolling down your cheeks, you pick yourself up off the floor and grab your blankets, your heart sinking when you realize what's on them. It's milk. You can't leave milk on your blankets; it will spoil and smell rotten.
You sniffle and carry some of the blankets downstairs and throw them in the wash, only half fit at once. You don’t trust the boys not to do anything, so you sit in there with them until they're finished and then put them in the dryer, repeating the process with the rest of the blankets and pillows you're able to wash. Unfortunately, some of them just can't be washed, and you could spot clean them, but they'll probably still smell of spoiled milk. So you decide you have to get rid of them, as upsetting as it is.
You put your nesting materials in a corner that isn't completely trashed and get to work on fixing your room.
You push your bedframe back to its original spot and carefully move your mattress back onto it. You've always been pretty small; most omegas are. You're strong enough to move a small mattress, but it takes a bit of effort. Your injuries make it more difficult.
You struggle with the shelves; they're heavy, and you’re tired, but you manage. You spend the next hour putting everything back the way it was, placing every stuffed animal, pillow, and blanket just right in your nest. And putting everything back on the shelves.
By the time you're finished, it's nearly midnight. You'd like to say you’re strong and not letting this get to you; however, the slow falling, but still present tears still rolling down your cheeks tell a different story.
You really need to get a lock for your door. You put that on your mental to-do list and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.
You slowly walk out of your room, trying to keep quiet as you walk downstairs and into the kitchen. You grab a cup and fill it with water, taking a few shaky sips.
You hear movement somewhere in the house, and your curiosity gets the better of you. You set the glass down on the counter and pad through the darkness until you're standing in the hallway that has the den doorway at the end of it.
You don't come too close, peering in from a few feet back. Namjoon is on the edge of the nest closest to the door, while everyone else is cuddled up together in the center. You can make out Yoongi on the edge because the moonlight through the window illuminates his face, and he's on the edge of the pile, but you can't tell who everyone else is in the pile.
You stand there, and your chest hurts. You want nothing more than to be in the middle of that pile of alphas. You don't know why. They've been nothing but rude to you. Fate has a funny way of fucking with you, you suppose.
You notice there's one less body in the room than there should be; that must be the movement you heard. Assuming someone got up to use the bathroom, you turn to walk away before you get caught looking in their den. Sure, you aren't doing anything wrong, but these men don't seem to like you very much, and you're sure they'll take issue with it one way or another.
As you're walking in the darkness, you don't see the figure in front of you and walk right into it. In hindsight, you should’ve caught the fresh foresty scent, but you weren't paying attention, focused on trying to see in the darkness.
"Why are you down here?" Jimin rasps, annoyance clear in his voice as well as raspiness from sleeping.
"I was just getting some water, and I heard movement, so I went to check it out." Your voice is watery and shaky after crying for so long. You're no longer crying, but you're right on the edge.
"What's the matter? You smell like burned sugar, and I can hear the tears." Jimin's voice changes, the edge of annoyance fading, replaced with the slightest hint of concern. Jimin and Yoongi are the only ones who haven't been completely heartless. They seem to at least care that you're a human being with feelings.
"They destroyed my room.. my nest.." you sniffle softly, a few tears slipping out once again. "Then they threw things at me. I had to throw away some of my favorite pillows, and my body hurts. I just.. I’m upset.. even though I fixed it." you explain quietly.
Jimin sighs, running his hand through his hair. You can see a bit better now that your eyes have adjusted, making it so you can see his silhouette much clearer.
"They know better than to fuck with your nest." He mutters, taking another breath. "Omegas are useless and stupid, but everyone knows they need their nests so they don't lose their minds and kill themselves or something."
"That's not..." You take your own deep breath and shake your head, figuring there's no point in trying to correct him. He knows not to touch, and that's good enough for now. "I appreciate you knowing not to touch my nest, thank you." you mumble instead.
Jimin growls softly, and you tense up. He wraps his arm around your stomach and lifts you up with one arm, carrying you upstairs.
Confusion fills your expression, but you don't fight it. Jimin sets you in your nest and pulls a blanket over your body.
Did he just.. tuck you in?
You're getting very mixed signals from this alpha. It's probably just instinct, you tell yourself. When mates meet, a bond snaps into place instantly once they catch each other's scent. It's not a bond like a bite, but it makes your instincts act up. For omegas, it makes them want to keep their mate happy and be close to them. Make nests for them, clean for them, cook for them, things of that sort. For alphas, it's protective. They want to be close and protect the omega. Provide for them and keep them happy as well. They also have a strong urge to stay close. You start to crave each other even before a mating bite.
You can always reject your mate; it will make all of those instincts stop. But it hurts everyone involved. You're shocked the boys haven't rejected you, honestly.
You can ignore these instincts, as the boys have proven, but sometimes it's really difficult. Hearing you cry seems to set Jimin off. He couldn't completely hide his concern when Jungkook burned you either.
"Just.. just go to bed, okay?" He sighs once again. He's doing a lot of that tonight.
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The next couple of weeks, the guys are rather busy, traveling around to different locations for each of their businesses. Yoongi isn't traveling, but he is at his studio frequently. Oftentimes, you find yourself home alone.
It also means they've left you alone since the whole room incident. They've made comments, and you're still not allowed to eat with them, but they haven't hurt you.
You knew your luck wouldn't last forever, but you hoped it would.
Taehyung gets home, and immediately, his vinegar scent hits you. There's not even a hint of his usual warm vanilla underneath his angry scent.
He starts shouting at you in Korean. You've been trying to learn more over the past few weeks that you've been here, but you're still nowhere near fluent. You catch some of what he's saying, but not enough to get a clear picture.
You think he's mad about a model doing something with an omega. And there was something about "bad publicity," and he threw around many insults about omegas.
All you know for sure is that he's really, really mad.
Your hands are healing really well, omegas and alphas heal faster than betas do, so it hasn’t taken that long. And you also have very minimal scarring, which you're grateful for. If you press on your palms, they're still a bit tender, but you're overall basically back to normal.
You're in the middle of decorating cookies with royal icing. It's early fall now, so your designs are pumpkins, brightly colored leaves, acorns, and your favorite design, a little basket of apples. It reminds you of picking apples at the cider mill with your father when you were little.
You set the icing down on the counter and immediately try and find a way to make it better for Taehyung. Your instincts have felt like they're clawing at your insides lately. The longer you're in the house but not close to them, the worse it seems to get. You crave their scents. Their presence. And it's cruel by fate to make you feel this way because you can't have them. You don't even know if you really want them. The scent match does. But do you?
Right now, your instincts are to try and make Taehyung less upset, to soothe him. Without realizing it, you start to purr for him. Omegas purr to soothe themselves and their alphas. They also purr when they're happy, but that's definitely not the reason at the moment.
"Do you want to try a cookie?" You offer, hoping it might help calm him down. You know you love sweet things. It's typically an omega thing to love sugar so much, but you'd assume others like it too.
"Or I can get you a drink? Oh, I made mango sorbet earlier cause I had a craving for it! Would you like some?" You keep a smile on your face, already moving toward the fridge.
Taehyung crosses the distance from the doorway to the kitchen extremely quickly, grabbing your arm and yanking you forward.
"Don't try and make me feel better! It won't save you!" He shouts in your face, eyes cold.
You struggle to find how to respond, so you say nothing. He growls and drags you to the top of the basement stairs, shoving you hard so you tumble down them.
You land on your side on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. The floor is just cement, and the basement is mostly empty, minus a few random boxes and shelves with miscellaneous things. It's used for storage mostly. There is a small bathroom, but it's otherwise unfinished.
You pull yourself to your feet, you're mostly uninjured, just a bit sore.
Taehyung flies down the steps and grabs a handful of your long hair, dragging you across the basement and into a corner by your hair.
You've always had long hair. You love your hair so much and have always taken extra good care of it. Your mother has always had long hair, too, and it's something you two share and bond over. You love doing your hair in pretty braids and styles, coloring it from time to time, too. You take pride in it, and it brings you so much joy. You just love your hair.
Taehyung pulls your arms behind your back and ties your wrists together so tightly that you feel the rope cutting into your skin. He forces you to your knees, then he picks up a metal baseball bat.
Your eyes widen, and he just grins.
"No..." you whimper, absolutely terrified of what he's about to do to you.
"Yes, tiny." You don’t like that nickname. You hate it even.
He swings the bat into your side, making you cry out. Over and over, he hits you with the bat. It's not hard enough to break anything, you don't think anyway, but it definitely hurts.
He eventually grows tired, but he doesn't quit; he drops to his knees and just starts punching you instead. He hasn't gone for your head, not even once, but he's hit you just about everywhere else.
Pain tears through your body, and there's nothing you can do to escape it.
He collapses forward on top of you, crushing you underneath his body as he lies there breathing heavily.
Hot tears stain your cheeks as you try and catch your breath as well. Screaming takes a lot out of a person.
He pushes himself off of you and gets to his feet, grabbing you by your hair and dragging you to sit up.
You hear it before you realize what he's doing. Scissors. He cut your hair. You look down, horrified to find at least 8 inches of your hair on the floor.
It was down to your butt, but now it rests just below your armpits. You can't help the heartbroken, strangled sound that comes out of you. Something between a sob and a scream. It’s just hair, it'll grow, you know that. But your hair meant so much to you, and he took it from you in a matter of seconds.
Taehyung stands there with a smug look on his face, but you stare back with nothing but a deep, burning hatred in your eyes.
And his expression falters, his eyes swirling with something you don't quite recognize. Guilt maybe? Uncertainty? You're not sure. What you can tell, though, is that he doesn't like it. He doesn't like the way you're looking at him.
You don't understand what he expected to happen. Did he expect you to just carry on like normal? You have done that so far, you suppose....
"Are you done?" Your lip trembles as you try and keep your voice steady
His expression hardens. "You're staying here. You need to learn."
With that, he storms upstairs and slams the door.
You don't hear it lock, but you do hear something heavy being dragged along the floor. He's probably blocking the door.
It takes a couple of hours, but you manage to pull your wrists free from the ties. Blood drips down your wrists and hands from where the rope cut into your skin when you pulled to get free.
You get to your feet slowly, wincing as pain shoots through your body. You slowly make your way to the bathroom and first, use the bathroom; you haven’t gone in hours. Then you wash the blood from your wrists and hands until they stop bleeding.
In the small mirror, you see your hair, and the tears start again. He actually didn’t do a bad job; it's pretty even, and it almost looks like it was done on purpose, not chopped off by an outraged alpha. But it's so much shorter. You're devastated.
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2 days pass with nothing. No one comes down into the basement. You have water from the bathroom sink, but no access to food. It gets so cold at night, uncomfortably cold. And you've been left there to shiver in silence.
Starting on the third day, every day one of the boys come down and take their turn beating you in some way. Most of them just used their hands, but Jungkook used a large chain he found and whipped you with it.
Jimin and Yoongi never came down.
By the second week, things start to escalate.
Jin ties you to one of the support poles, arms above your head, and ankles tied too. He takes paint and draws a target on your shirt, then pulls out metal darts and starts throwing them at the target.
You cry out as they stick into your skin, piercing into you easily with how hard he's throwing them. You feel blood trickling down your stomach, and all you can do is stand there and cry.
The next day, it's Namjoon. He ties you to a chair this time after stripping off your clothes until you're in a bra and underwear.
"Do you like bugs, princess?" He smiles at you, his tone anything but sweet.
"Good," he grins, picking up a container and popping the lid off.
He reaches in and pulls out a giant roach of some kind and puts it on your stomach. You scream and thrash against the ties, but it doesn't get you anywhere.
He adds more roaches until there are at least 20 crawling around on your body.
Panic rips through your chest as he places a giant spider on your face. You can't breathe, everything feels like it’s buzzing, and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. You start to sweat, and everything feels hot. Everything feels like it's closing in on you.
Namjoon just laughs as you panic and scream, enjoying your distress.
You hyperventilate so much that you pass out. When you wake back up, the bugs are gone, and you're no longer tied to the chair. Your clothes are on the floor next to you, and the first thing you do is pull them on.
The next day, it's Jungkook. He strips your clothes off and lays you on your back.
"Now, I won't tie you up, but if you fight back, I get to stab you. Okay?" Jungkook's tone is deceptively sweet as he sits on your hips. You're too weak to put up much fight at this point. You haven't eaten since you've been down here, and they've been beating you nonstop. You nod anyway.
You whimper and scream as you feel him slice into your skin, carving something into your stomach. You don't fight back, though, not wanting him to stab you. He's just carving. It won't kill you.
Hours. You don't know how many hours, but it lasts for hours as he carves into your stomach, up your sides, and eventually your back.
Once he's done, he takes your chin in his hand and kisses your temple. "You did so good, babydoll." His voice is just above a whisper, and the praise makes your body react in ways you don't want it to.
He just spent hours hurting you, and a little praise is all it takes to make slick pool between your legs. You're angry at yourself, at your body. All you're focused on is the pain, so why is your body reacting when you aren't?
You think it's mainly due to you being mates, and this is the nicest he's been to you, well, ever.
He smirks as soon as he smells it and lets go of your face.
He doesn't comment on it, but you can tell he's proud of himself.
You lie there for a while after he leaves, letting the cool floor soothe the stinging cuts all over your skin.
You eventually have to go to the bathroom, so you get up and make your way over.
You catch your body in the mirror, and a strange feeling swirls in your chest. Something between anger and disgust, but also something else you can't place.
The design he carved into your skin.. It's actually quite pretty.
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By the 3-week mark, you've lost a significant amount of weight, and your body is battered and bruised. You don't even feel hungry anymore. You've been off your heat suppressants for 3 weeks now, too, which means you could go into heat at any time as well, and you're not sure your body can handle it at this point.
Hoseok comes downstairs and picks you up like you're a rag doll.
"We think you've had enough time to learn your place. Don't prove us wrong." He growls as he carries you up the stairs.
He brings you into the bathroom, and with your clothes still on, he drops you into the bathtub. The water burns your skin, but all you do is hiss a little. You're so tired.
He must not have gotten the reaction he wanted because his scent turns, and the smell of tar fills the room.
Hoseok grabs you and holds your head under the water. You try and keep still, but eventually you have to struggle, you have to try and get air. He pulls you back up just as your body is about to force you to take a breath, and he allows you a few gasps of air before he dunks you right back under the water.
He repeats this pattern until the hot water runs cold. He decides that wasn't enough, and he pulls your shirt up over your face and pours water over it, waterboarding you. You gasp and choke, desperately trying to breathe. Your lungs burn, and eventually you just stop fighting.
You let your body fall limp, your head slipping under the water. You don't care. Not anymore.
Hoseok quickly pulls you back up and just kind of stares at you.
"Okay... I.. I think that's enough." he almost sounds afraid. Something about your refusal to fight is scaring him.
He lifts you out of the tub and brings you to your room, laying you down on the floor. He's weirdly gentle with you.
It's a pattern you've noticed with everyone except Namjoon.
They beat you, insult you, hurt you, ignore you, or, in the case of Yoongi and Jimin, they look the other way and act like they don't care. But then they turn around and do something oddly gentle or comforting. Yoongi saved you the other day. Jimin tucked you in. Jungkook kissed your temple. Hoseok is being gentle with the way he's moving you. They've all done something like that. Something weirdly gentle or comforting that's super out of character. A brief second where their instincts shine through. Because you are their mate, part of them cares about my well-being the way I care about theirs. They can deny it if they want, but that’s part of the scent match; you want to look after your mate(s), and from time to time, you see it in their actions.
All except Namjoon. Namjoon hasn't shown even the slightest bit of kindness toward you.
"Why aren't you fighting me? Why aren't you crying?" The fear is there again in his voice. You don't understand what he's so scared of.
"What's the point? It won't change anything." You mumble, letting your eyes close as you lie there, soaking wet.
"You can't go to sleep! You're going to get sick!"
"Come on, Y/n, you've got more fight in you than that." He sounds desperate, almost. "You have to..." he whispers the last part.
Why does he care? Are you not fun enough for them now?
Hoseok whines and runs out of the room.
Soon, a whiskey scent fills the room. Yoongi.
Neither Yoongi nor Jimin came downstairs once in the last 3 weeks. Not once.
You hear a sharp intake of breath, and you open your eyes. Yoongi looks horrified, but quickly covers it up.
"What did you do to piss Tae off? God damn." He mumbles. He doesn’t ask if you're okay; he doesn't care about you either. But he cares more than the rest of them, besides maybe Jimin.
"I offered to get him a glass of water and said he could have one of my cookies or some of the mango sorbet I made. And I might have purred too, I don't remember, but it sounds like something I would do." You slowly push yourself to sit up, wincing as you do. You're so sore.
"He came home really upset, and something inside of me needed to soothe him.. to fix it.. instincts, I suppose. He didn't like that, I guess." You smile sadly.
Yoongi's scent turns to straight alcohol, like pure alcohol that stings your nose.
He's angry at you. You must've done something wrong, and you're just not understanding. Maybe you've offended them somehow.
"Please... if I have to go back in the basement, can I please eat something first? Anything.. really, I’ll eat anything I just... I don't think I'll last much longer without eating, and I don't... I don't want to die." You plead with him. You're sure you're going back in that basement. You don't think they'll kill you.... on purpose anyway. But you still give them the benefit of the doubt; maybe they just forgot.
You're not that memorable after all.
"Jagi..." he pauses briefly "...babygirl, they didn't feed you?" Yoongi's voice is so soft, heartbroken even. It catches you off guard. And the pet names, they sounded sincere.
"No." You whisper, swallowing hard.
A burning, fiery rage crosses his face, and he growls from deep in his chest. The sound is so low it makes goosebumps rise on your skin. He's very, very angry.
"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to leave the room and go get Jimin, and you're going to change into some dry clothes. Yeah?" His voice is still very soft, but there's an edge to it. Barely controlled anger simmering close to the surface.
"Then we're going to sit here, and you're going to tell us exactly what happened. Do you understand?"
He nods back and leaves your room.
You get to your feet and open your dresser, grabbing a large t-shirt, underwear, and some pajama shorts. You lay them on your bed and change. It takes you a while cause every movement hurts, but eventually you manage. You toss the wet clothes into a corner to deal with later, then grab your brush and start working through your hair.
It's matted after 3 weeks of not brushing it.
You don't get very far before throwing the brush to the floor in frustration. It hurts your arm and your shoulder too much to sit there and try and work through the tangles.
You take a few breaths, the air still burning in your lungs and throat from struggling under the water earlier. You take a second to look around your room, you haven't really taken the time to since coming out of the basement.
Your nest is destroyed, you're not surprised. But most of your other things are untouched.
You grab a few pillows and arrange them on the floor so you guys can sit. Even after everything, your instincts to take care of them are still strong. You can't have your alphas sitting on the hard floor. Especially Jimin and Yoongi, they haven't given you much reason to hate them other than their clear dislike of you.
The two alphas return to the room after a while. Jimin sets a smoothie in front of you while Yoongi hands you a bowl with noodles and vegetables, and meat of some kind.
As you eat, Yoongi sits behind you and brushes through your hair. You didn't ask him to, but he saw the brush and took it upon himself to fix your hair. He isn't gentle while he does it, ripping painfully through the tangles. You don't complain, though, because he is going out of his way to help you, so you're grateful for that.
You only manage to eat about half; your body isn’t used to food anymore, and it's making your stomach upset.
"So..." Yoongi starts as he moves back to the pillow you had set on the floor for him, finished with your hair. "From start to finish, what happened?"
You spend the next hour recounting everything that happened. From Taehyung beating you the first time all the way to Hoseok waterboarding you.
The room smells like alcohol and black smoke as they both grow more and more angry.
"I don't... I don't like you.." Jimin sighs, swallowing hard. "I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I care deeply for you and your well-being because I don't. I don't know you. You are my mate, and because of that, I feel something toward you, but beyond that, you're just a person living in my home."
He pauses for a few seconds, seemingly trying to find the right words. "That being said, I don't agree with what they did. I don't want you to be harmed just for the sake of it. You're still a human being, and I don't think anyone deserves to be hurt like that."
You nod. He's trying. Maybe not very hard, but he is trying to at least treat you decently.
"I do not want you in my home, and I'm not going to go out of my way to protect you. Those are my mates, my pack. And you're just.... an omega... but I won't abuse you the way they are. If they don't let you eat again or you need to go to the hospital or something, I'll help you, okay?"
You nod. You don't know what you're supposed to say to that. You're grateful Jimin isn't some awful alpha like the majority of your mates seem to be. But he also admitted that he doesn't want you here. You're just an omega to him.
Jimin isn't safe. But he isn't a direct threat either.
"You shouldn't have pissed Tae off like that. If you had just stayed quiet, none of this would have happened."
And there it is. Jimin still blames you. Jimin is still just an alpha who sees omegas as inferior.
And to you, that feels so much worse than the rest of them. He admits he doesn't agree with what they're doing, but you're just an omega, so it doesn't actually matter.
He acts like a decent person, but he's just as disgusted by you as the rest of his pack.
His small moments of kindness make it hurt more than if he had just beaten you like the rest of them.
Yoongi has been silent this whole time, looking at Jimin while he delivered his speech with an unreadable expression.
Jimin gets up and leaves the room after that, and you're left with just Yoongi.
It's silent for a few minutes, and Yoongi just looks at you.
"My mother, she's an omega." Yoongi states. You're not sure what to do with that information.
His expression hardens. "You know what? Forget it!" His tone is sharp, making you flinch slightly.
As soon as he sees it, his expression softens again, but he doesn't say anything else. He just shakes his head and leaves your room.
You sit there on the floor staring after him, confused. One minute, he’s helping you with your hair, and the next, he’s back to acting like he doesn't care. He doesn't seem to hate you entirely like the rest of the pack. But he doesn't seem to like you that much either. You've picked up on that much.
As you sit there, this feeling you've never felt before starts to creep in on you.
You're not used to feeling like this. You're usually such a happy person.
It feels like every minute that goes by, you feel worse. There's this hollow feeling in your chest that you've never experienced before. You feel empty, like there's a hole in the middle of your chest. And it feels like it's spreading the more you have time to think about everything that's happened.
You weren't really able to process it while still in the basement. You never knew when someone was going to come down, so you were constantly on edge, and your mind was going over all the things they might subject you to. Now that you've had time to sit and not be in fight or flight mode, it's all starting to get to you. It was a lot. And it's hitting you all at once.
So you sit there and let the tears fall, you don't know what else to do.
You eventually move to your bed instead of the floor, quickly pulling the blankets around you as a quick makeshift nest. It's not really a nest; it's a border of blankets that falls apart every time you move.
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You wake up a few hours later in the middle of the night. Your room is pitch black; the power must be out because you have a little nightlight, and it’s not on. You don't particularly love the dark, you aren't afraid of it, you just prefer to be able to see your surroundings.
It was late evening when Hoseok brought you upstairs earlier.
Your bed feels wet around you, and your hair is stuck to your forehead with sweat. You feel hot. So so hot.
You hadn't noticed the signs of preheat because you were more worried about keeping yourself safe and alive. You had felt the need to nest more than usual, but you just thought that was because you hadn't nested in so long.
Now that you think about it, you have been feeling extra warm the past couple days, you didn't really notice too much because the basement was so cold. And you were a bit extra emotional, but again, it made sense for the situation.
The boys should be asleep, so you quickly pull yourself out of bed and go downstairs in the dark, using your phone flashlight to see. You grab a few water bottles, some crackers, and other snacks that don't have to be refrigerated, then rush back up to your room.
You lock the door, thankful you installed that lock on your door not long after the whole room incident.
You dump the things onto the floor and immediately get started on your nest, illuminating the space with some battery-powered fairy lights and some other battery-powered lights that you got at 5 Below a while back.
Your heat hasn't fully hit yet, so you still have a little time. At least you think so.
You've never actually experienced a heat before. As soon as you presented as an omega, you started suppressants. Going through a heat without an alpha is supposedly extremely difficult, and without any sex toys in your possession, you're in for a rough few days.
The first heat is also supposedly the worst, and so are the first heats after coming off suppressants. You're currently checking off both boxes.
You fix your nest and eat some of the crackers, pulling all your clothes off because you're too damn hot.
On the bright side, the soreness from what the boys put you through doesn’t feel that bad cause you're more focused on feeling like you're on fire.
You curl up in your nest and try and get some more sleep before your heat hits fully.
When you wake back up, it's light outside, but the worst pain you've ever experienced is ripping through your stomach.
You cry out, curling up and holding your stomach.
It gets kind of blurry from that point on. You try and get up once the cramp passes and get a sip of water, but another cramp knocks you to your knees.
The pain is so intense that your vision starts to blur, and then black starts to creep in around the edges.
At some point, you throw up from the pain, and you manage to move away from the vomit on the floor, but you aren't able to get to your feet.
You lay there on your side, curled into the fetal position, whining like an injured puppy.
You vaguely register someone speaking from outside the door, but you can't make out what's being said or who it is; your ears are ringing.
Another particularly intense cramp hits, and that's when you start to black out.
You're not even in the worst part of your heat yet. This is going to be rough.
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