Breathe

I Hate You

Taehyung wasn't very normal. He knew that. His family did as well. Growing up, he was babied in every way possible but even with that, his older brothers made it their mission to make sure he knew how to defend himself. A lot of his skills started off with dealing with his brothers. His urge to get a medical degree was only because of all the nights he spent wrapping his brothers in band aids and stitching them up for god knows what. He never knew what his brothers did to warrant those scars but he never asked. He liked to believe aside from the injuries they developed every now and then, they were living the honest lives their parents bragged to their friends about.

He and everyone else expected him to be an alpha or even a beta but when he found out he was an omega, he was utterly surprised but ecstatic nonetheless. He felt that omegas held more power and he had pride in that.

After he presented, he felt the shift of dynamics in the house change drastically. Being the only omega in a long line of alphas was a problem. Not to him but those around him. He instantly felt out of place. It was such a foreign feeling to him to not even feel at home in his own skin. He didn't quite know what to do with himself. His brothers coddled him whilst his parents and everyone else treated him as a disappointment and an inconvenience.

No matter what he accomplished he never got to see the smile he grew so accustomed to throughout his childhood. The smile of a proud parent. After awhile he just stopped trying. He's not even entirely sure when he stopped. There was a moment when he started hanging out with the wrong crowd to get back at them and tarnish their names as much as he could because if they didn't care neither did he. He called it revenge but Namjoon called it self destruction and now when he looks back on it, he understands it was exactly that.

No matter how much he liked angering his parents, he hurt himself more in the process so he decided to pack up and move out. When he stepped out that door despite his parentsʼ warnings, they cut him off. From everything. No money. No help. Nothing. It wasn't like they helped him much anyways, besides filling his bank account.

The first year was dreadful and the second year wasn't going that much better either. He had no one but himself. His brothers had disappeared out of nowhere, though he knew they were alive because they texted him far and in between to check on him. He didn't tell them he was homeless because he didn't want to put more on their plate when they clearly were already busy. He eventually managed to get a good enough job to help him pay for an apartment, which wasn't that great at all but it was better than nothing, he supposed.

"Shit!" He cursed, running a hand through his hair, plopping down on the couch he had bought not too long ago. He sighed softly, glancing around the small apartment, frowning. He missed his brothers so much... he missed Jin's cooking. He missed Namjoon talking about philosophy even if he knew his brothers didn't understand. Hell, he even missed Jin's dreadful jokes. Sometimes he felt alone. More often than not. He felt like he was better off that way. So despite how sad he was, he pulled himself out of his own thoughts and got ready for work and maybe he'll consider doing his homework before it piles up on him.

Now all things considered he never thought that working at a high rise store would cause him any real problems. That was until he forgot to factor in any one of his family members could possibly come through the door. He was really starting to believe somebody had it out for him. He pushed open one of the only open dressing rooms as fast as he could and hid because yeah that was the smartest idea he had at the moment. He was hoping no one called for him but being that he was the most social worker, that was never going to work out for him.

"Taehyung, we have a few customers I need you to assist." His manager said, clearly unwilling to actually do his job. Taehyung took a few deep breaths and hoped to god he hadn't actually seen his brothers. He approached the males bowing.