gang related - knj+pjm [DISCONTINUED]

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Jimin had made a deadly mistake.

All of his classes were from morning to mid-afternoon, so he usually spent a few hours at the school's library. But, he didn't get a wink of sleep last night, so he fell asleep. The problem was, he only woke up when the librarian shook him, telling him that she had to close.

He woke up at eight o'clock! And it was already dark as can be when Jimin reached his neighborhood, even though he ran as fast as he could to and from the subway. Jimin's heart was pounding as he looked over his shoulder every five seconds, panting as he sped walk. Running would make him too much of a target.

"Hey," Jimin froze where he was when a gravelly voice called out to him. He looked over towards a dark shadows in between two apartment buildings, a pair of fierce eyes staring back at him. Jimin gulped, looking out towards the road in front of him, trying to determine how much time he had to make a run for it.

"Don't think about it, Omega," The man pushed himself off the wall, approaching Jimin leisurely. Now that he was out in the lights from the moon and the blinking streetlights, Jimin could make out what he looked like. He had dark, black hair, a chiseled jaw, and a devious smirk that sent chills up and down Jimin's spine. "You're surrounded."

Jimin glanced around, because he hadn't seen anyone else around, but, after the scary man claimed that Jimin had nowhere to run, four other men appeared out of the shadows, all standing in areas where Jimin could run. He really was surrounded.

"I- Hey, I- I'm not apart of- of any gang. I'm just trying to- to get home." Jimin stuttered over his words, embarrassing himself.

The man snorted, standing so close to Jimin, he towered over him. "Yeah, no shit you're not in a gang." He spat out mockingly. "What gang of omegas would let someone as cute and spineless in? Unless you're their punching bag."

Jimin flushed, looking at the ground. The male circled around Jimin, making him feel like prey. And, he supposed he was. The man gave off a heavy alpha scent, sharp and undeniable.

"What do you think, boys?" The man called out to his friends, finally standing next to Jimin. He grabbed Jimin's chin, lifting his head so that he looked at him, round fingers pressing harshly into Jimin's skin. "Should we take him home and make him our little play thing?"

Jimin's eyes widened, his squirming away from the man that held him. "No!" He shouted, pushing the man by his chest. "Let me go!" The man did the exact opposite, wrapping his arm around Jimin's waist, keeping him close to his body so Jimin couldn't get away. Jimin continued to thrash and scream, and the alpha growled, clasping a hand over Jimin's mouth.