Jimin Saves an Alpha

The peaceful buzz of the college courtyard shattered as Minho, Jaeyun, and Doyoung—three notorious bullies—cornered Junho, a shy alpha boy with thick glasses. Minho sneered, “Look at you, Junho. Can’t even lift your head. Alphas like you are an embarrassment.”

Jaeyun smirked. “What’s wrong? Lost your tongue along with your self-respect?”

“Maybe we should help him find both,” Doyoung added with a dark chuckle.

Before they could step closer, a clear, mocking voice rang out. “Wow, what a touching scene. Three alpha wannabes trying to prove their worth by picking on someone half their size. So inspiring!”

All heads turned as Jimin strutted into view, his designer bag slung over one shoulder and his sleek water bottle in hand. His golden locks gleamed in the sunlight, and his sharp eyes glared at the bullies like daggers wrapped in velvet.

Jaeyun snorted. “Oh, look. The little princess has arrived. What do you want, Jimin? Go back to your runway.”

Jimin gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Little princess? You flatter me! But unfortunately for you, this princess comes with claws.”

Minho stepped forward, scoffing. “Stay out of this, omega. This isn’t your fight.”

Jimin’s eyes sparkled with a dangerous glint. “Oh, sweetie, everything is my fight when I’m bored.”

With a theatrical twist, Jimin unscrewed his water bottle cap and sprayed a stream of water directly into Minho’s face. The bully stumbled back, spluttering.

“That’s for underestimating me,” Jimin said sweetly. “And this”—he turned the bottle on Jaeyun and Doyoung, who ducked out of reflex—“is for being painfully predictable.”

The courtyard erupted in laughter. Minho growled, wiping his face. “You think you’re funny? You’re just a spoiled omega with no real power.”

Jimin stepped closer, standing toe-to-toe with the bully, his voice dropping to a chilling calm. “And you’re just a coward hiding behind cheap insults. Now, are you going to leave Junho alone, or do I have to give you a reality check that your fragile ego can’t handle?”

At that moment, Taehyung appeared, leaning casually against a pillar. “Oh, this is fun,” he drawled, a playful smirk on his lips. “Mind if I join, Jiminie?”

Jimin tilted his head, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Tae-Tae, darling, you’re just in time to clean up the leftovers.”

The bullies froze as Taehyung strode over, his dominant alpha aura making the air feel heavier. “Leave,” he commanded, his voice like steel. “Unless you’d like me to escort you to the principal’s office personally.”

The bullies exchanged glances before muttering curses under their breath and retreating.

Jimin turned to Junho, flashing his signature dazzling smile. “You okay, sweetheart? Don’t let those idiots get to you. They have as much charm as wet socks.”

Junho nodded nervously. “T-thank you, Jimin. You didn’t have to do that.”

Jimin waved a manicured hand. “Of course I did. Nobody messes with the underdogs while I’m around. Now, go on. And for the love of all things stylish, fix your tie—it’s killing me.”

As Junho hurried off, Taehyung chuckled. “You really can’t resist the drama, can you?”

Jimin grinned, tossing his hair over his shoulder. “Tae-Tae, darling, life is the stage, and I am the star. You should know that by now.”

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The Park Mansion – Night

The grand front doors of the Park mansion opened, and Mr. Park Hyunseok stepped inside, the light glinting off his injury as he tried to mask his discomfort. Jimin, who had been scrolling through his phone while lounging on the plush sofa, froze. His sharp eyes immediately caught the bandage and the limp.

Jimin (panicking, rushing over):

"Dad! Oh my god, what happened to you?"

Mr. Park waved him off dismissively, trying to downplay the situation.

Mr. Park (lightly):

"It’s nothing, baby. Just a minor accident. No need to panic."

But Jimin wasn’t buying it. He turned sharply, his gaze locking on Min-jae, the lead bodyguard, who was standing awkwardly nearby.

Jimin (stern, his voice commanding):

"Hyung, don’t you dare lie to me. Tell me exactly what happened."

Min-jae stiffened under Jimin’s intense gaze. While he was a loyal bodyguard, Jimin’s no-nonsense tone always made him nervous. He glanced at Mr. Park for permission before sighing.

Min-jae (reluctant):

"Young master… Sir was attacked by our enemies. It was a planned ambush, worse than any we’ve faced before. If not for a stranger who helped us, we wouldn’t have survived."

Jimin’s eyes widened, alarm and fury flashing across his face.

Jimin:

"A stranger? Who was it? Did you get his name?"

Min-jae:

"I think his name was… Yoongi. Yes, Yoongi. He was just passing by, saw us in trouble, and stepped in to help."

Jimin’s expression softened momentarily, his lips quirking into a small smile as he repeated the name.

Jimin (murmuring):

"Yoongi… Sounds interesting."

But he quickly snapped out of it, his face hardening as he turned back to his father.

Jimin:

"Dad, this is getting out of hand. You have to figure out who’s behind this. They need to understand what it means to go up against the Parks. You can’t just let this slide anymore!"

Before Mr. Park could respond, Mrs. Park, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward, her arms crossed.

Mrs. Park (softly but firmly):

"Jimin, this kind of attitude doesn’t suit you. You’re an omega, my darling boy. Omegas are supposed to be calm, sweet, and gentle. Not…this."

Jimin froze, his fiery gaze flickering.

Jimin (snapping):

"I’m not ‘just’ an omega, Mom! Why do you always—"

But before he could finish, Mr. Park interjected, his voice firm and commanding.

Mr. Park:

"Enough, both of you. Jimin is not just an omega, and he doesn’t need to be like anyone else. He’s my son, the only heir to this empire. He needs to learn how to defend himself and handle threats. Do you think our enemies will go easy on him just because he’s an omega?"

Mrs. Park bristled, her gaze narrowing.

Mrs. Park (snapping back):

"So you want to turn him into a soldier instead of letting him live a peaceful life? He’s just a boy!"

Mr. Park:

"He’s not just a boy; he’s a Park. And one day, he’ll have to take over everything. You think I want to push him? I’m doing this to protect him!"

Jimin (rolling his eyes, muttering):

"Wow, love being the center of a family debate."

Mrs. Park, softening slightly, reached out to touch Jimin’s face.

Mrs. Park (gently):

"I just want you to be happy, darling. You deserve to live your life without all this…pressure."

Jimin sighed, leaning into his mother’s touch but throwing a quick glance at his father.

Jimin (with a teasing smirk):

"Aw, Mom wants me to be a delicate flower, and Dad wants me to be a warrior. How about I just be me—a fabulous combination of both?"

Mr. Park chuckled despite himself, while Mrs. Park rolled her eyes.

Mrs. Park (muttering):

"Sassy as ever."

The tension in the room lightened as the family settled into their usual playful banter, but the shadow of the attack lingered in the back of their minds.

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