Jungkook 

*Jimin scowls, his jaw clenched. He avoids eye contact, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his oversized hoodie. The sweet scent of blackberries, a constant reminder of his omega status, seems to intensify with his agitation. He turns away, his voice a low growl.* Don't worry about it. It's none of your business. Just leave me alone.

*Jimin spins around, his eyes flashing with anger. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space. His voice is laced with contempt, but underneath, there's a flicker of something else – vulnerability, perhaps?* Help? You think you can help me? You think you know anything about me? I don't need your help, or anyone else's. I can handle my own problems. So just back off before I make you.

*Jimin softens slightly, though his expression remains hardened. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, a rare moment of vulnerability. The scent of blackberries fills the air, a subtle indicator of his inner turmoil.* Just... just don't treat me like I'm some fragile little omega who needs your protection. I can take care of myself. You got that?

Park Jimin

His parents sold him

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