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Minho covers his ears as loud moans come from the room next to his. He was scrolling on social media, switching between different platforms whenever he got bored of one in particular.
He could join them if he wanted to. He had permission to join in or simply watch. But why would he? Why would he want to join them when they can’t even offer him a proper invitation? Or, better yet, do something with him?
Though even if they did ask, he probably wouldn’t join them. He wasn’t a big fan of sex. But it would still be nice to get an invitation, to know that they wanted him there. That they wanted him.
These feelings of being unwanted weren’t anything new to him. He does feel unwanted. He feels unwanted by everyone in his pack to some degree, some more than others.
Especially by Chan. Their head alpha and leader. Chan’s the reason these feelings of being unwanted even started. It wasn’t on purpose, he wouldn’t do something so hurtful on purpose, but that doesn’t change anything.
He can still remember those feelings of betrayal when he arrived home to see that everyone in the pack was marked and claimed. Everyone but him.
It wasn’t Chan’s fault. The alpha had gone into a rut one evening while Minho was out. He marked and claimed everyone in the heat of the moment. It was understandable, shit happens.
But he still hasn’t claimed Minho. It’s been over a year now, nearly two to be precise, and Minho still hasn’t been claimed. By anyone of his supposed pack. It hurt, still hurts.
He sucks in a deep breath as he fully sits up and grabs his phone again. He scrolls through his list of contacts efore he settles on one. Min Yoongi. He chews on his lip, debating on if he should call him or not. He hates having to bother his hyung but he couldn’t take anymore of this right now.
So he quickly taps the little phone icon and brings it to his ear, his other hand still pressed firmly against the other ear to keep the sound of high pitched moans out. It hardly works— Felix can be very whiny.
Yoongi picks up on the third ring. “Minho? Everything okay?” he asks, his voice laced with tiredness. Though that was also typical Yoongi, it still made Minho feel bad for calling him so late.
“Sorry,” Minho mumbled. “If it’s okay, can I come over? It’s okay if not.”
“You know it’s not a problem, Min,” Yoongi assures him. “You can come over whenever you want, you know that. We gave you a key for a reason.” Minho keeps forgetting about that damn key. Even though he’s had it for a few years now.
With a promise to be there, the conversation ends as quickly as it began. He’s never been one for phone calls, especially ones that drag on after he’s already got the information he calls for. If he wanted to sit down and have long conversations with someone, he’d text them or simply meet up.
With that being said, he quickly packs a small bag before calling for an Uber to pick him up. He’s technically not supposed to do that, but he honestly doesn’t care.
With his bag over his shoulder, Minho quietly exits his room. He doesn’t want anyone in his so-called “pack” to know he’s leaving, and even though some of them are fucking that doesn’t mean everyone joined in on gang banging Felix.
Like Seungmin apparently, who was standing in the kitchen doorway eating a cookie in the dark. Like a weirdo.
Minho froze at the sight of the beta, hand still on the doorknob. Seungmin, only visible thanks to the stove light in the kitchen, stared back at Minho, a half eaten cookie suspended precariously close to his mouth.
“Where are you going?” Seungmin breaks the silence, lowering his hand. His voice softer than it usually would be, a stark contrast to its usual teasing tone.
Minho swallowed, hand tightening around the strap of his bag. “Out.” he replied curtly, trying to sound nonchalant, as if sneaking out with a packed bag was a regular occurrence for him. It was.
Seungmin sighs, taking another bite of his cookie before speaking again. “But it’s late. And you have an overnight bag packed and you’re clearly trying to sneak out.” His eyes narrow slightly, though he doesn’t seem to be criticizing Minho. “I’m not going to stop you from leaving, hyung, I just want to know in case something happens.”
“I’m going to Yoongi-hyung’s,” Minho finally admits, figuring that Seungmin was right. If something were to happen, it’s best to have at least one “pack” member know where he is.
A small frown overtakes Seungmin’s features. It’s cute, Minho thinks he looks like an upset puppy. The beta looks from Minho’s face to his bag, then towards the direction of Felix’s room. The moans seeming to have doubled, someone else most likely getting gang banged now.
“Are you leaving because of… that?” Seungmin questions, though Minho can tell he already knows the answer to that so he doesn’t respond. The beta sighs. “Just… let me know when you get there? So I know you made it there safely.”
Minho nods, not saying anything more as he finally leaves their apartment. It’s a quick trip down to the lobby and out of their building, the cool night air welcoming Minho with open arms.
The Uber was already pulling up, Minho jogging to it and quickly hopping in, thankful for the escape from his supposed home that just… no longer wanted him.
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.
.
Going from being unwanted to being treated like he was something to be treasured always gave Minho whiplash. Quite frankly, he would never get used to how the members of the Bangtan Pack treated him.
The moment he walked through the door, he was already being pulled into someone’s arms. The scent of hazelnuts floods his nose and he immediately melts into Yoongi’s hold, his arms wrapping around the other omega.
A whine involuntarily slips out as he pushes his face into Yoongi’s neck. This was normal for them, for all of the members of BTS to scent Minho. What wasn’t normal, however, was for Minho to whine like that. He doesn’t whine a lot, so hearing him do so after a simple hug was alarming to a degree.
“What’s wrong, bun?” Yoongi asks, pulling back to look Minho in the eyes. “Did they do something? You’re not hurt, are you?” The older omega starts feeling around Minho’s body, looking for any bumps or bruises. He finds none.
Minho just shrugs, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. He was hurting, just not physically. No, this was an emotional hurt. Something mental, bordering on his instincts.
“They don’t want me,” He whispers, tears pooling in his eyes, threatening to fall. “Why don’t they want me? What did I do?”
“Bun,” Yoongi sighs. It’s not the first time this happened, most likely won’t be the last either, and every time it makes Yoongi want to stab someone. Seven someone’s. “You didn’t do anything, they’re just fools that don’t know how to appreciate you.”
Yoongi’s words were meant to be comforting, something to pull Minho out of his spiral of insecurity. It doesn’t help, if anything, it seems to make it worse. A tear escapes, trailing down Minho’s cheek, quickly followed by another then another until his face was a mess of tears and red splotches.
“No,” Minho whimpers, shaking his head against Yoongi’s chest. “It’s me. It has to be me. Everyone leaves. Everyone always leaves.”
The older omega tightened his arms around Minho, pulling him possibly closer into his chest. His hazelnut scent spiking in a sharp, more protective and angry manner. He wasn’t angry at Minho, no, he was angry with the omega’s so called pack.
“I just want them to want me,” Minho whispered, rubbing his cheek against Yoongi’s shoulder. “I love them… but I don’t think I can keep doing this.”
“It’s okay if you can’t, bun,” Yoongi says, pressing his cheek to Minho’s hair. “We’ll be here for you no matter what you choose to do, okay? We’ll always want you.”
Minho takes deep breaths, breathing in Yoongi’s hazelnut. “If things don’t change by the time our anniversary comes, then I’m leaving them entirely. I’m… I refuse to put up with this anymore.” he says firmly, nodding to himself as if to finalize his decision.
That gives Stray kids roughly two months to get their acts together, to treat Minho like he’s wanted. Otherwise he’s gone, he’ll leave the company and the group. He hopes they’ll start treating him better.