Jimin is about to do something illegal.
Something that can have him put in jail for life.
Jimin is an omega.
He is attempting to join the band BTS to debut as a kpop idol.
Only problem, Omega's aren't allowed jobs.
Having to cover his true identity...
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(Chapter 73) Jiminie the leader of the stuffed toy army and his second in command Jungkookie
~*~ Author POV
Jimin twirled his wings as he stuck the final pose of the dance he had been practicing non stop for the past 3 hours. He looked around to see if anyone was about before trying the final move again, this time beating his wings so they momentarily lifted him off the ground and he landed on his feet, feeling that it was more powerful landing when he used his wings.
He shook out his navy feathers, discretely assessing the damage he had begun to see appearing on his wings. The continuous application of the wing dye had left his wings damaged. The chemicals in the wing dye weren't harmful if used on rare occasions, but with Jimin applying it daily and without any breaks in between applying coats. It left his wings damaged, the chemicals in the dye breaking down his wing features, leaving them crusted and brittle. They felt stiff, he knew what the logical decision would be, remove the wing dye. But it was too risky, so he continued to apply it, despite knowing the damage it was causing.
He tried the move again, wincing as his wings tremored. When they began to shake from the repeated action, he packed in and decided to head home. He had to use his back muscles more than normal to hold his wings up, they were exhausted, feathers dragging along the floor on the occasion.
He rubbed the sleep out of eyes, he looked down at his phone and noticed the time 10pm. He had been there from 7pm and now he was ready to climb into bed and sleep like the dead. He walked in the dark back to the apartment grumbling to himself when some dirt attached to his wings that briefly dragged along the floor. He settled for wrapping his wings tight around his body to prevent them from brushing along the dirty streets. Plus it warmed him up too when the wind blew around his slim form.
~*~
Stepping into the warm apartment was a welcome relief. He stretched and dropped his bag off of his shoulder, half dragging, half carrying it along the hallway towards his bedroom. He finally let his wings drop from being wrapped around body, happy to allow them to trail along the rug covered floors.
He let out a jaw cracking yawn. Half covering his mouth as he did so. He dropped the bag at the end of the bed and fell face flat on the bed. He grabbed the closest stuffed toy he had on his bed, it was the dinosaur plush toy that Jungkook had won for him at the amusement park. Holding it close to his chest, he kicked off his shoes and curled up, throwing a blanket over his worn out body and promptly fell asleep.
