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Jimin was really starting to regret turning down his hyungs' offers of accompanying him to his encounter. He was sitting in the waiting room like all his friends did at some point within the last few years, just scanning the room and as bad as it sounds, judging the alphas and betas littered around him.
Regret really punched the omega in the face when he noticed a particular alpha just looking him up and down like he was a hot, juicy slab of meat, ready for ravishing and nothing more. Shivering, Jimin tried his best to ignore the alpha's stares and praying to every God possible that he wasn't his chosen one.
Eventually, a government official came out as usual with a clipboard in hand, scanning through the names for the next pair of future mates.
"Park Chanyeol!" The man in the suit called out, scanning the room to look for a hand or some type of response.
"Here!" A deep and eager voice echoed back, launching out from his seat with a bright smile and crinkled eyes. The alpha was tall. Really, really tall. Even taller than Namjoon if he had to guess. He had light brown hair slicked back into a casual yet refined style, his eyes were round and filled with a shocking amount of innocence, and he had the cutest baby elephant-esque ears?? Fuck, man.
Everyone in the room was looking at him, no doubt giving him a detailed once over in case he was their chosen one.
Jimin on the other hand, found the man to look kind of... familiar.
Before Jimin could figure it out, the official called out another name. His name, to be exact.
"Park Jimin!"
Tripping over his own feet as his heart rammed wildly against his chest, Jimin stumbled, scrambling to get up.
"H-Here!" He stuttered.
That was when his chosen one's eyes met his.
The omega could feel blood rushing into his cheeks and his ears, most likely painting his entire face a deep shade of red. The alpha was really fucking cute.
For some reason, Park Chanyeol was staring at him with furrowed brows.
Oh god. What has he done? Did he already fuck up? Does the alpha think he's too ugly or something or just not his type?? Oh god oh god oh god oh god fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me.
"Alright, please follow m-"
Before the official could even finish his sentence, Park Chanyeol's eyes widened and he exclaimed loud enough for a few people around the room to jump in fear.
"AH! YOU!" He shouted, his eyes never leaving Jimin's.
To say Jimin was slightly taken aback by the sudden outburst would be an understatement.
"M-Me...?" He squeaked out, his hands clasped together in front of him as his fiddled with his fingers nervously.
Walking towards him from a few rows away, Chanyeol was already standing before him and a mere five-centimetres of space separating them before he could even blink.
"You're the omega who made me face plant onto the floor at the club that one time!!" The alpha blurted out, a large smile of recognition plastered across his face.
"Made you face plant onto the..." Jimin paused for a second, the information still processing And whirling through his memories. "OH! Oh my god, that was so long ago! That was you?!" He giggled as memories from that night came flooding back to him. This all happened way before Yoongi's first pregnancy.
Being the light drinker Jimin was, he was already falling over and stepping on people's toes. At some point, he fell directly onto a taller man's backside and knocked the poor stranger over face first
"I-m sowwy!" Jimin murmured, still on the stranger's back, practically straddling him from behind.
Thankfully, the stranger was kind enough to not harshly shove him off and yell at him for being a klutz, instead, he waited until Seokjin and Yoongi lifted the small omega off of him to do anything.
"We apologize for our friend, he's a lightweight." The two bowed in place of Jimin while Taehyung was just on the side dancing and unaware of what had happened.
Rubbing the back of his head with an awkward smile, the attractive stranger quickly waved off what had happened. "Don't worry about it, not a big deal, I'm quite the klutz myself, so."
"I'M SOOOOUUU SOWRRYY!" Jimin cried, tears falling down his cheeks, shocking the stranger.
With wide eyes, the stranger waved his hands rapidly in the air to signal that it's fine, but to no avail. "No no no! Don't cry! Really! I'm fine! See??" He stated before proceeding to hit himself on the forehead repeatedly to prove to the weeping omega that his head really didn't hurt that much.
"R-really??" Jimin questioned with Yoongi wiping the tears off his face from beside him.
In the background, you could see Seokjin going after Taehyung as he ran through crowds of people topless while screaming "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
"Yeah, it's totally fine." The stranger assured with a full and genuine smile pasted on his face.
Jimin would be lying if he said he didn't blush a lot little in his drunken state. "If you say soooo~~" And just like that, the red-haired omega was happy again.
Without a proper goodbye, the stranger departed and went back to his own friends, leaving Jimin with a slight sense of longing and regret in his heart.
"Oh my god, it's you!" Jimin said, his eyes crinkled up into pretty crescents, feeling a lot more at ease than he had been just a few minutes ago.
"Nice to officially meet you." The brown-haired boy smiled, flashing the most adorable smile Jimin has ever seen in his whole damn life.
"Nice to-" Before Jimin could mirror the latter's words, their official cleared their throat.
"AHem. It's great that the two of you have history prior to your encounter, but we are on a schedule, so if the two of you will please." He said as he gestured towards the hall of meeting rooms.
The pair of chosen ones blushed simultaneously and bowed apologetically at the exact same time, causing even more giggles to erupt between the two.
At last, they were sitting across from each other in their designated meeting room with the official sitting next to them.
"Alright, let's begin this encounter. I understand that you guys have um, history together? Friends?" The official seemed pretty aloof but at the same time, genuinely interested in how they know one another.
Exchanging shy glances with each other, Jimin ducked his head down as his chosen one explained for the both of them. "We were at the same club a couple of years ago and he knocked me onto the floor face first cause he had a little too much to drink." Chanyeol chuckled at the memory. "He's an emotional drunk I'm assuming, 'cause he started crying because he thought I was hurt or something."
Jimin could only sit in his seat and flush a bright shade of red, fidgeting with his small, pudgy fingers.
"That's adorable." The official flashed a genuine smile despite his previous demeanour.
"Yes, he is." Chanyeol muttered beneath his breath, but his words didn't go unnoticed by the pretty omega who felt like he was about to pass out from how heated his entire body was as a reaction to the latter's words.
"Alright, shall we begin?" The official asked as he slapped the two identical folders onto the table and flipped the first one open.
"Starting with Park Jimin, 25 years old, omega, born October 13th, 1995 in Busan, attended Seoul National University and is now one of the lead choreographers at PLEDIS..." The list continued for a few more minutes.
"173.6cm or 5'8 in height, weighed 134lbs or 61kg during his last check-up, blood type A." Jimin really wasn't too keen on having his extremely personal numbers exposed like this, but his friends had already warned him about this part so he managed to keep his shit together.
"Family members include an alpha mother, an omega father, and a younger, beta brother." The official scanned through the rest of the folder before deciding that that was enough information on the omega.
"Alright, now Park Chanyeol... Also 25 years old, alpha, born November 27th, 1995 in Seoul, attended Seoul Cyber University and is now one of the major architectures at his company... 186cm or 6'1 in height, weighed 154lbs or 70kg during his last check-up, blood type A... Family members include an alpha father and an omega father, and an older, alpha sister."
Scanning through the rest of the file, the official let out a satisfied hum before closing the file and stacking the two together, moving it aside.
"So now that we've gone through both of your files, it is my duty to make sure the two of you are aware and clear on what your duties will be." The official explained, earning hesitant nods from the two chosen ones.
Jimin already knew the gist of their “duties” since pretty much all of his friends were already mated. But hey, hearing it again wouldn’t hurt.
What did hurt, however, was Chanyeol's goofy smile and big ears. He was just so fucking cute Jimin felt like he was physically hurting from the alpha’s irresistible amount of cuteness.
“I heard you guys are basically gonna watch us smash, right?” Chanyeol rushed out in a very rapid manner, face bursting with anticipation and very clearly burning with embarrassment.
Mirroring his chosen one, Jimin flushed for the hundredth time that day, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
The official eyes widened, a little taken aback by the question. Jimin was surprised he wasn’t already used to questions like this considering how outrageous the whole camera thing was.
”Um- No. We will not be watching you... consummate. When any signs of mating occurs, we will be turning off all the security cameras that will be placed within your household.”
Chanyeol visibly relaxed. The alpha was clearly extremely worried about being watched and had been waiting this whole time just to ask that one question.
The rest of the encounter goes just as Hoseok and Seokjin had described to him. All the deadlines were laid out and clearer than ever, and Jimin felt like this wasn’t really happening.
After years of watching most of his friends and all of his close friends pair off one by one, Jimin couldn’t believe he was finally getting his own chosen one and mate.
The only thing keeping him grounded to reality and thinking he was just having an extremely elaborate and detailed dream, was the big-eyed, floppy-eared goofball sitting across from him at the coffee shop they decided to visit after the encounter.
Jimin was head over fucking heels.
“I guess fate really does have a way of working itself out, huh?” Seokjin cackled, reminiscing on how the newly mated couple had met. Really, nobody was ever going to let Jimin live it down if they were being completely honest.
”I actually contemplated going back to find Jiminie because I was like fuck, he was so fucking cute.” Chanyeol announced without a lick of shame, causing Jimin’s eyes to curve into crescents and his cheeks to puff up in absolute giddiness.
”But then I figured there would be no point if he wasn’t my chosen one.” He concluded with a shrug.
The eight of them along with Yoongi and Hoseok’s pups were having dinner over at Seokjin and Namjoon’s to celebrate Jimin and Chanyeol’s successful mating.
“BAB BAB BAB BAB!” Taekwoon blabbered, drops of spit flying out and raining down onto the dining with some dribbling down his chin.
”Yah!” Yoongi scolded the baby with a warm smile on his face as he wiped away the spit decorating his chin, unable to get mad at the young pup. “You’re getting spit in the food, Taekwoonie.” The omega said with a pout, brows furrowing cutely to show his baby that he did a bad thing.
Of course, the seven-month old didn’t really give two shits nor did he understand, all he did was just stared at Yoongi with sleepy eyes, the spitting (hah, no pun intended) image of his porcelain-skinned appa.
“Jiminie?” Chanyeol piped up, peeling everybody’s attention away from the babbling baby, their hearts filled to the brim with adoration for the pup.
”Hm?” The omega hummed with a mouthful of rice in his mouth, temporarily impairing his speech.
“Can we make one of those, like, tonight?”
Sputtering out the rice, bits of it flying onto Seokjin’s face (YAH! PARK JIMIN!), Jimin smacked his own chest with his fist, trying to will away the pieces of rice attempting to literally kill him.
Laughing at his mate’s reaction, Chanyeol patted Jimin’s back gently, soothing him with a smile.
”Are you okay?” The newly-mated alpha questioned after Jimin finally managed to calm down and swallow any remnants of food.
Jimin would be lying if he said he wasn’t panicking a little bit. Sure, he’s already heads over heels, ready-to-slit-his-own-throat-for-Chanyeol in love with him, but they’ve only been together and known each other for two weeks and a couple of days.
He was ready to gently protest and try to convince Chanyeol to maybe consider pushing it back a few months or maybe even a year, but when he tilted his head up to face his mate, his quickly planned out argument just- died out.
Chanyeol was everything he wanted in a mate and more.
Within two weeks, Chanyeol’s managed to show just how caring, loving, funny, and just downright goofy he is. More importantly, Jimin could see the love in the alpha’s eyes whenever he looked at him, and that moment, was no different.
Suddenly, Jimin was ready.
”Yeah. Let’s do that.”