Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Chubby!Reader
❝ I broke my rules for you. ❞
* This is a chapter prequel for an upcoming series ‘Autumn Leaves’ OT7 x Omega!Chubby!Reader
𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: When Jeon Jungkook first met the strange Omega everyone had been whispering of she looked every bit like a delicate butterfly, not knowing he would eventually pluck her wings.
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: strangers to lovers to estranged (?) Angst, Eventual Comfort, Fluff, Verbal & Physical Bullying, Fat Shaming, Eventual Dubcon Smut-ish, Lots of Tears
If you were to ask your high school classmates to describe you in one word they would all say the same thing: Strange.
Now fast-forward four years later and ask your university peers the same thing. This time they would all say: Definitely strange.
Growing up you always knew you were a bit different. If it wasn’t your mother constantly reminding you to stop saying good morning to all the trees you passed or apologizing to a rose bush for picking a drying stem off of it because people don’t like different, they’ll laugh at you.
Your father would console your mother telling her it was you just being a kid, that you’ll grow out of it when you presented, but that was just the beginning.
Nights were filled with screaming matches from your mother as she picked at your clothes and hairstyles deeming them embarrassing to your family, that your siblings are too ashamed to be seen with you cause who wears huge sun hats and knee-high boots together? It was already bad that you’d presented as an Omega in a long lineage of Alphas.
Your family lived in an uber religious rural town in the countryside so imagine the utter scandal you caused at age 15 when you showed up to church sporting a pink buzz cut with cute little red hearts after your mother yelled at you the night before for wanting to give yourself an undercut.
You still traced the scar on your arm you got after your father threw a bottle at you for daring to humiliate him like that.
Their constant ill-treatment didn’t stop after you’d graduated and moved to a university 6 hours away however. The occasional phone call from your mom or bother telling you that you wouldn’t amount to anything would remind you that yes they were still (unfortunately) alive and well.
At least now when you walked through the halls of your school in your rainbow waistcoat, people would whisper when you’d walk by and not saying something to your face.
Maybe you spoke too soon.
Choi Gaeun. Her name means “kind” and “beautiful” you could scoff at that. Sure she looked like she stepped straight out of a magazine but she was anything but kind.
Gaeun has got it out for you since you’d moved into the city. You’d barely spoken a full sentence to the girl before the whole campus had your name spilling from their lips with sordid slander attached.
“Hellllooo? You stupid or somethin?”
You sighed and clutched your purse, ready to escape any venom dipped words Gaeun was ready to toss your way but you were too late.
You almost escaped but Gaeun was faster. She had put a perfectly manicured hand on your shoulder and shoved you back down onto the bench you were enjoying your smoothie on.
“Aren’t omegas supposed to be obedient little rats?” The Alpha girl sneered, her posse of other rich Alphas from elite families lingering behind her like ducklings.
“What do you want Gaeun?” You muttered, hand clutching the strap of your fuzzy purse tightly as you looked around nervously.
It was fruitless to expect anyone to help. Most of the other students either ignored the situation, quietly watched from a distance, or asked if you were okay after the group of bullies were out of sight.
You just wanted to enjoy your smoothie in peace before your next class but Gaeun’s life goal was to ruin any chance at peace you desired.
“Oh so it does speak, at least it’s not completely stupid.” Another girl, Jangmi if you remembered correctly, laughed from Gaeun’s left.
Gaeun crossed her arms in front of her busty chest, her eyes looking you up and down.
“Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt your conversation with the grass?” A chorus of laughter erupted behind her as you shrunk into yourself.
Sticks and stones, sticks and stones.
“I-I have to go to class…” you made a move to stand but was pushed back down again, this time hard enough that you dropped your smoothie all over yourself resulting in a lot of unwanted stares and laughter shot your way.
A deep flush burned your ears as you frantically took your sweater off and tried to dab the mess away all the while Gaeun pointed and laughed loudly.
“Are you okay?” The crowd hushed as the one and only Jeon Jungkook, prized Alpha and most sought after student on campus, pushed passed the hoard and kneeled down in front of you, picking up your soiled purse from the ground.
“Kookie!” Gaeun chirped, her voice going up several octaves as she twirled a bleached strand of hair between her nimble fingers.
Jungkook looked back for a brief second, shooting her a friendly smile.
“She’s fine!” Gaeun stepped between you two as Jungkook and you got up. She was quick to dust off your shoulder as if that would do anything and bat her expensive eyelashes at the star Alpha.
“She‘s just a clumsy little thing, right?”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes at her desperate change of attitude. You were certain she would bark if Jungkook asked her to.
Gaeun pinched your elbow hard at your lack of response making you quickly nod your head and look down at your ruined shoes.
Jungkook didn’t look all too convinced as he handed you your purse, a frown weighing heavy on his handsome features.
“But your cute sweater is all sticky now…”
Your head snapped up in surprise, not expecting the simple compliment from the most popular Alpha on campus.
Gaeun’s jaw clenched for a brief moment, a sure sign that you would pay for it later.
Before you could mutter a thank you the heavy bells rang out through the stone walls, signaling the start of your afternoon class.
Most students who stayed to watch the scene unfold were now rushing to make it to their assigned buildings.
“Oh! We have to go!” Gaeun was quick to hug Jungkook’s toned arm to her chest, not shy to press herself against him flirtatiously. “We need to go to class Kookie!”
When she saw that you weren’t moving she shot you a warning glare, her eyes flashing a dangerous shade of red.
You tensed at the silent threat and scooped up the rest of your things, wanting nothing more than to make it back to your tiny apartment and mourn your soiled sweater in peace.
“Wait, you can’t walk around like that- here.”
A tiny gasp left your lips when Jungkook slipped off his dark green hoodie, his shirt riding up just enough to tease his firm stomach.
Your eyes shot nervously between his extended arm and Gaeun’s equally shocked expression.
If you took his offer you’d no doubt be mauled by Gaeun and her pack of mindless followers, but if you didn’t take his offer you’d hurt the kind Alpha’s feelings AND have to suffer the walk back to your place in a goopy sticky mess.
Jungkook didn’t really give you a chance to make a decision before he was gently helping you tug off your garment, his sweater now drowning your much smaller figure.
Your mouth open and closed, no words coming out as you tried to thank him but also save your neck as Gaeun’s raspberry scent was turning dangerously sour.
“There, much better!” His lips turned up in the most breathtaking bunny smile you’d ever seen. “See you around okay?”
And with that the boy turned and walked away, a now pouty and whining Gaeun tugging on his arm looking like a child throwing a tantrum.
You felt like your feet where melting into the ground holding you hostage. Did that really just happen? Did Jeon Jungkook of all people on this ridiculously huge campus give you his equally ridiculously huge sweater?
You would convince yourself it most definitely was a dream if it wasn’t for the scent of fresh rain and lilacs that gripped your entire being, your knees suddenly becoming wobbly and your heart rate speeding up.
So this was the smell of an elite Alpha.
Sure you came from a family of pure Alphas who had a wide variety of scents but nothing compared to Jungkook’s scent.
Jungkook’s scent seeped deep into your bones, turning your brain into mush until all your omega could pitifully whine was Alpha, Alpha, Alpha.
Oh this was not good at all.
You shut your stupid Omega instincts that preened for the boy away as you scurried off in the opposite direction to your apartment. The sooner you took the delicious smelling garment off the sooner your mind would stop racing with foolish thoughts of a certain Alpha.
The next morning you paced back and forth in your one room apartment, fingers nervously fiddling with the sleeve of your cardigan as you thought of ways to approach Jungkook and thank him for lending you his sweater yesterday.
You had baked him cookies as a thank you, said treats were packaged in a frog patterned bag with a silky purple bow holding it shut.
It wasn’t too childish was it?
What if he didn’t like cookies, what if he didn’t even want his sweater back cause you washed it and now it smells like you and he doesn’t want his lover to think he’s two-timing them and you’d unintentionally home wreck a beautiful relationship–
You rushed to your bedroom and dove head first into your nest, desperately gathering as much blankets as you could and rolling yourself up tightly in them.
The weight of the comforters gently eased your nerves that were building up into a panic attack.
You hummed to yourself as you willed your emotions to still, not wanting to ruin your day before it even started.
Jeon Jungkook wasn’t like Gaeun. He wouldn’t make you feel icky and sad like she did. His smile was friendly, not condescending like everyone else’s.
After a few minutes you unraveled yourself from your safety cocoon and gathered your things, ready to thank your savior.
You only had one class with Jungkook in the afternoon but it was almost impossible to approach the tall boy as he was always surrounded by numerous admirers.
You couldn’t blame the small crowd that followed him everywhere, I mean he was Jeon Jungkook for God’s sake.
Jungkook came from a family of Elite Alphas, much like yours. Elite Alphas were the top of the food chain, many becoming A list celebrities, doctors, or important business people.
To be born into an Elite Alpha line was nothing short of a great honor. Except for you.
Omegas weren’t rare but being born an omega from an Elite Alpha line certainly was. Omega’s we’re almost always looked down upon if they weren’t anything but obedient little caregivers. The highest position an Omega could have was a model, but only because they were already seen as objects to dress up and gawk at.
You got the short end of the stick Gaeun would tell you often. Not only were you an embarrassing Elite Omega but you were fat, nasty, ugly.
Sure you were curvier than the average student on your campus, your thighs thicker, hips wider and tummy softer but you weren’t a monster.
You always knew that although you had Elite blood running through your veins, it meant nothing as long as you were an Omega.
You peeked around the corner of the wall you were trying to hide behind from as you watched Jungkook bid his friends goodbye, no doubt making his way back to the Alpha dorm for his zero period.
Waiting three Mississippis, you half jogged down the hall to catch up to the raven-haired boy, slightly out of breath as you called out to him.
Jungkook pulled his earbud out from his right ear before turning, his head slightly tilted in surprise before he gave you the same friendly smile from yesterday when he saw who called him.
“Oh! Hey cherry!” You stopped before him, now it was your turn to tilt your head. “Um, cherry? Why am I- oh!” You awkwardly laughed and lightly smacked your forehead with your palm.
“Cause of the cherry smoothie I spilled all over myself yeah-“ oh this was painful.
Jungkook laughed lightly, clearly meaning the nickname with no ill intent.
“Was it that obvious it was cherry? Oh no did I really walk around smelling like that?” You thought out loud, Jungkook quirking a pierced eyebrow up in amusement at your rambling.
“No it wasn’t that strong you smell more like-“ He suddenly leaned in close giving you a clear reminder of how much larger he was compared to you. “Old books and sweet coffee. Cute.”
You squeaked and jumped back, your eyes wide as Jungkook leaned back, loud laughter rocking his shoulders happily.
You frowned and pushed the bag containing his sweater and treats into his arms.
“I was going to thank you for helping me yesterday but now I’m second guessing my decision…” you grumbled at the boy.
Jungkook wiped an imaginary tear from his eye before catching the bag in his arms.
His big eyes sparkled in interest as he dug his inked arm into the bag, pulling out your gratitude cookies.
“What’s this?” He smiled inspecting the cute packing.
“I’m bad at words so I hope you like cookies.” You explained with a shy smile.
Jungkook wasted no time in shoving the rest of the bag under one arm, his fingers working open the bag and popping a whole cookie into his mouth, moaning softly at the sweet taste.
You willed any improper thoughts away as you watched him savor his treat.
“These are really good! Did you make them?” He spoke around the cookie, looking like a happy bunny chewing away.
You blushed lightly at his praise, your pigtails bouncing as you nodded happily.
“Yep! I call them. Smeaches!”
Jungkook stopped mid bite into another cookie as he looked down at you muddled.
“A smeach!” You corrected him, “a sugar cookie but with a smidge of peach so you know, smeaches.”
You stated it so matter-of-factly that Jungkook almost felt foolish for questioning you.
There was a pause between you two before the Alpha erupted into another fit of laughter, getting the attention of a few passing students wondering why he was even talking to you.
“Smeaches, oh man that’s the best thing I’ve heard all year.” He groaned as his laughter was starting to cause an ache in his tummy.
You tried to look offended but his laughter was too infectious so you joined in with your own light giggle, happy that Jungkook liked his gift.
“Thank you for this…” he looked a little unsure, eyebrows raised a bit as he tried to remember your name.
“(Y/n)!” You introduced yourself with a shy smile.
“Oh right! Sorry I know we have a class together, I don’t know why I didn’t introduce myself to you sooner. I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. It’s a pleasure.”
He held out a hand for you to shake which you didn’t hesitate to do, trying not to think too much about how his hand practically swallowed yours whole.
Of course you already knew his name, I mean this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about, who didn’t know him?
“The pleasure is all mine Jungkook.” You politely stated, a bit reluctant to drop your hand to your side awkwardly.
“Then, I’ll see you around yeah?”
You tried not to show the disappointment on your features as he took a step back, fixing the bag that was under his arm.
Maybe this would be the last time you got to talk to him, considering his popularity and how hard it was to get him alone.
Oh well, you paid his kindness forward that’s all you needed to do anyway.
“Yeah, see you!” You waved him goodbye, watching as he continued down the path to the dorms, happily munching on the cookies.
Except it wasn’t the last time you would run into the Alpha.
It wasn’t even a week since your last talk that he plopped down onto the bench next to you in the courtyard as you were writing a paper for your sociology class, catching you completely off guard.
He didn’t come alone, happily introducing you to his Beta friend Yugeom.
You learned that they were both majoring in Ethnomusicology, something that had you thinking he couldn’t be any cooler than he was now.
The three of you chatted for a bit before you needed to head to your next class, a promise to finish your conversation another time.
Slowly but surely your path would cross with Jungkook’s a friendly relationship blossoming between you both much to your excitement and Gaeun’s frustration.
Her bullying got worse the more you and Jungkook spoke to each other. What started off as verbal harassment was bleeding into a shoulder shove here or a jab from her elbow there.
You willed yourself to ignore her as much as possible. You were used to her commenting on your looks and bizarre mannerisms but when she poked your exposed arms and told you that nobody wanted to see a fat pig running around, you’d hug yourself and walk away as fast as you could, not daring to let her see the tears stinging your eyes.
You couldn’t help that your body was shaped different, that the trees bid you good day, that the clouds and the sky smiled back at you and that you were positive the stray cats you fed understood you.
You had a friend or two growing up but it was nothing compared to how Jungkook almost seemed to seek you out, a new friend trailing behind him waiting to meet the odd omega he would often bring up.
Even his friends thought you were strange. Not in a bad way of course, in an almost refreshing kind of way.
You weren’t afraid to speak your mind, you always gave them weird but yummy home baked treats and you didn’t seem to swoon over the fact that they were Alphas.
Most other people would try to use their sub-gender as a means to talk to them, always with the intent of mating or being close for future connections but you weren’t like that at all. You liked Jungkook and his friends for who they were.
Jungkook often thought about how it seemed like this was the first time you even had friends to begin with.
