Should have been an alpha, born an omega. Missing nothing but the knot. Seungri had been suppressing since his first heat, living life as a beta, if unable to gain the status he should have had. But, perhaps, just maybe, he forgot to acknowledge that there was another omega in the group who didn't see his status as less than any other. 

It takes a non-human soul to feel the essence of humanity.

Jackson had hooked up with Namjoon. Mark really wanted to be nasty about him, call BTS' leader out as the clumsy, idiot dork that he really was, but watching the way he made Jackson smile, the way her face would light up whenever he called her or her soft little giggle from the top bunk which meant he'd texted her goodnight back . . . He couldn't bring himself to be that much of an .  (Sorry to anyone who read this before. It's actually finsihed now, properly.)

Daesung still dreams of ocean currents and distant ringing echoes of song. He stil dreams of the way the black sludge had closed his throat.

Jackson was one of those hyungs that Bambam just adored. The man was everything he'd envisioned in his ideal type and then everything else he hadn't thought of and on top of it all, Jackson was an omega. There was only one problem that halted Bambam from confessing to Jackson, for better or worse. That problem's name is Jaebum, his loved and respected leader, and it's Jaebum's mark that Jackson's got on his neck.

Your only saving grace had been that he didn't speak your native language. It had allowed you to limit his knowledge on what your family was saying, but he had eyes and ears and knew full well that the stares, jibberish comments and flippant ignorance weren't friendly. It didn't take him long to stop being hurt and start getting y. 

He was angry, and you completely understood why - even agreed with him - but it wasn't doing either of you any good to stay bitter. It wasn't going to make it better, and it wasn't your fault they were like that. You hadn't even wanted to come, he'd been the one to insist. 

It was heartbreaking, really. You had tried to prevent just this, but he was insistant. So now, here Chanyeol was, sitting on your stairs with a glazed and distant look in his eyes and you could practically hear your family's comments circling around his head. 

Jaebum loved her, as broken and convoluted as that may seem. Jackson brought life and colour where there would otherwise be none. To hell with the fact she was a ghost. 

Of them all - feeling all of their torment, agony, pain - Daesung hurt the most. There was nothing that could make Seunghyun more desperate than feeling the Siren's descent into hopelessness. 

It was very important to him to meet your family. His family had adored you and now with the ring he'd put on your finger, there was no way you could stall any longer.