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Restricted, a #TAEKOOKAU [a/b/o] “You know, omegas aren't allowed to play here, right? This is a strictly alpha-only club,” Jungkook rounds the table with a glass of beer in his hand. The omega does not spare him a glance, “I know,” he hits the ball, watching it fly off.

Jungkook leans against the Billiards table, ankles crossed, “I can call the securities, you know?” The omega flips his hair out of his eyes, moving leisurely, “I know.” Jungkook's lips twitch, “either you are stupid to not realize the consequences, or-”
“I'm rich enough to not have any consequences,” the omega finally turns to face Jungkook, “and, I am the second one.” Jungkook tilts his head, “I don't think money matters when it comes to power. Alphas are very protective of their privileges.” The omega snorts, “or, insecure.”
Jungkook leans back on his arm, “Jungkook.” The omega nods, turning back to the field, “excuse me, Jungkook.” Jungkook sips his beer, “you are?” The omega moves in position, fixing his red skirt, “not interested in chitchat.” Jungkook bites back a laugh, “that's a long name.”
The omega does not answer, focusing on the game instead. Jungkook watches him hit the ball, easily throwing it forward. The alpha hums, “how come no one catches you? How did you get in?” The omega sighs, turning to look at Jungkook over his shoulder, “you talk too much.”
Jungkook watches the omega fix his hair. Those curls flopping on his face, almost hiding those glaring eyes. He trails his eyes down the omega's curvy figure, taking in how prominent those curves are. How supple those legs are in that red, tiny skirt. He hums, “you are pretty.”
The omega rolls his eyes, walking past Jungkook, “thanks for the unwanted validation.” The scent drives Jungkook up the walls. He turns to follow the omega with his eyes. “Just a name is all I wanted,” Jungkook calls after him. The omega waves over his head, “I refused.”
_________ “Just wear the suit,” Jungkook's mother nags him, “we are here to meet your would be mate, Gguk! At least look the part of the family! The only heir of the Jeon Enterprise!” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I am here to meet your husband's friend's omega son. Not my mate.”
“You are to marry him,” Jungkook's father walks in, voice holding no place for argument, “is that clear?” Jungkook bristles, glaring at the man, “I'm to marry anyone but him! I am not following your orders!” His father stares at him before looking at his mother, “let's go.”
Jungkook has promised to himself that he would never marry the person his father chooses for him. He would rather die than bow to that old, cranky man's wishes and commands. So, he sits in the golf-club, along with his family while they wait for the omega to show up.
Kim Taegeun walks in with his family. The owner of this lavish 'Alpha only Golf club.' Jungkook stands up and bows when his mother gestures for him. He smiles, hides his grimace when the man pats his back and sits down. He knows he will reject the omega by the end of the day.
“This is my son, Kim Taehyung,” Taegeun stands up with a bright smile and motions for two omegas to their table. Jungkook stares at one, and then his eyes shift to the other. His eyes widen when he sees the omega from last night, “you?!” The omega startles, eyes on Jungkook.
“Yes,” Taegeun smiles brightly, “he is the one. Taehyung. My son.” Taehyung, the omega, bows to them before sitting beside his father. Those long lashes flutter when he looks up to match Jungkook's wide eyes. The innocent smile makes Jungkook frown, “uhh… hi there.”
“We met yesterday, when-” Taehyung coughs, a smile curving his lips, “I don't think we ever met. Hello.” Jungkook raises his brow, “uhhh...” Taehyung glares, teeth pressed together, “we never met.” Jungkook gets it then. Taehyung wants to hide it. He smirks. Taehyung sighs.
“Can we talk in private?” Jungkook wonders aloud, “I mean, it's us who are to mate. I would like to talk to him first.” Mr. Kim hesitates, “Tae here is very shy of alphas, you know? I don't think it will be good because he gets really uncomfortable.” Jungkook raises a brow.
Taehyung nods, “I am a little shy.” Jungkook chokes on a snort, “I will be miles away from you. Just like a golf ball and the cup.” Taehyung grits his teeth, “I don't think we have anything to talk about.” Jungkook leans forward, “I do. I have a lot to talk about. Taehyung.”
“Or, you would rather we talk here, I-” Jungkook stops when Taehyung stands up. “Papa, I will take him to the golf court?” Taehyung asks, smiling politely, “please?” “Sure, baby,” Mr. Kim nods, “just don't expose yourself to too much sun and don't strain yourself by playing.”
Taehyung nods, “sure, papa.” Jungkook follows Taehyung out of the café of the playground. Taehyung leads him to the golf-court before he turns to face Jungkook, “okay, stop trying to blackmail me just because you caught me last night!” Jungkook hums, “your dad is an orthodox.”
Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest, “so is yours! Who believes in arranged marriage in this age?” Jungkook eyes the omega, “you don't want this.” Taehyung stares at him, “duh?!” Jungkook hums, thinking to himself, “I have a plan.” Taehyung snorts, “all alphas do.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I don't want this marriage either. I don't want to settle down.” “I don't want to either,” Taehyung grits out, “I have plans! I want to do something on my own! I would rather die than get tied to an alpha!” Jungkook hums, “great. Let's get married.”
Taehyung stares, “what?!” Jungkook hums, “see, I will inherit the company. I can finally move out of that hellhole of a house and I don't have to listen to his crap anymore. I will be the boss. You can do whatever you want, you are free. We can act it out till we find someone.”
Taehyung thinks, his brows furrowed, “and, you won't jump me.” Jungkook bites back a laugh, “and, I won't jump you.” Taehyung eyes him, “and, I am free to leave whenever I want. On my own. Right?” Jungkook nods, “of course. I would have loved to sleep with you, but, okay.”
Taehyung eyes Jungkook, “I mean… you are attractive. But, no, thanks.” Jungkook laughs, “fine. Fine. So? It's a deal?” Taehyung looks at him, “you won't tie me to rules and shit? I will break your bones if you break the promise.” Jungkook holds his hand out, “trust me!”
Taehyung nods, taking the hand, “fine. It's a deal.” Jungkook smirks, “it's a deal, baby.” Taehyung huffs out a curse, “call me that again and watch me break your teeth.” “Offf, feisty, I like that!” Jungkook wiggles his brows. Taehyung bites back a smile, “shut up, idiot!”
tw// mpreg - Or, an A/B/O au where Tae gets pregnant with kook's baby and when he tries to confess, Kook tells him he found someone else and wants to end the contract between them. [I will finish this in this week. See you this evening]
NO ONE CHEATS. JUNGKOOK IS WHIPPED FOR TAE, OKAY? THROUGH AND THROUGH! IDIOT OF AN ALPHA THINKS HE IS DOING THE OMEGA A FAVOR BY SETTING HIM FREE! Tag - Miscommunication.
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Taehyung does not get it. He stares at the pregnancy test and his head swirls. The two red lines stare right back at him. “I took the pills,” he whispers to himself, “shit, I took the pills!” He grasps the edge of the basin, staring at the kit with fearful eyes, “oh, shit.”
He sits down on the edge of the bathtub, trying to regulate his breathing. The sound of the water dripping into the bathtub makes him nauseous. Taehyung closes his eyes, inhaling deeply to hold the breath in his chest. That night flashes across his mind. Only one night!
Taehyung bites down on his lips, trying hard not to let the first sob tear out of him. He helplessly tries to think what's next. “Shall I take the test again?” he mumbles to himself, nodding, “yeah, I mean… one time can be a miss, right?” He reaches for another.
Minutes later, three kits stare back at him with the same result. He is… pregnant. Taehyung sits on the floor now, face hidden in his hands, while he calls Jimin and hopes the omega picks up. Jimin does on the last ring, "I am in the middle of work, taetae. What-"
“I am pregnant,” Taehyung feels like vomiting after voicing it. There is silence, and then Jimin lets out a whispered curse. “What?” Jimin sounds just as terrified as Taehyung feels, “baby, what?” Taehyung sniffles, pulling his knees to his chest, “don't make me say it again.”
Jimin exhales loudly, “tae, you…” he gulps, “with Jungkook?” Taehyung snorts, wiping his eyes, “no, with your fiancé.” Jimin lets out a sigh, “did you tell him?” Taehyung arches a brow, “Yoongi hyung?” Jimin curses, “no! Tae! I am losing my shit here! Be serious!”
Taehyung looks down at his trembling hand, “yes, his baby,” he chokes on the words, “I don't want to be pregnant!” Jimin sniffles, “oh, baby, it will be alright. Can you tell me where you are? I am coming.” Taehyung shakes his head, “you are working. It's okay. I can manage!”
“Hobi hyung can manage,” Jimin sounds rushed, “I am coming. You just...” his voice drops to cautious, “you just don't do anything until I get there, okay? Just don't do something stupid.” “Define stupid,” Taehyung murmurs, “because I want to jump off a cliff right about now.”
Jimin snorts, “that is stupid. So, no. You cannot do it. Just stay put wherever you are, and I am-” “What will I tell him?” Taehyung hides his face in his hand again, “Mimi, he... he is so careeristic. He has so much planned for his future, and I don't fit there with a baby!”
“Well,” Jimin breathes out, “if he can fit his knot in you, he can fit a baby in his life too! I am not worried a little bit about him, I am worried how you are doing. Wait right there and stop thinking about what he thinks. Okay?” Taehyung can't. He hums, cutting the call.
tw// thoughts/talks of abortion thoughts/talks of adoption
Taehyung looks at the floor, thinking to himself what he had planned for his life ahead. He is to be a fashion designer. He is about to get his first job after the internship is over. He cannot afford a baby either. He cannot sit back for a year and more for a baby.
“How did this happen?” Taehyung mumbles to himself, pulling at his hair, “we used protection! I took the pill! He was not in rut, and I was not in heat. What-” he slams his hand on the floor before he gets up, collecting the kits and throwing them into the trashbin, “shit, shit!”
He stares at his flat stomach in the mirror, glares at it, “what if...” he gulps, “what if I abort it?” Taehyung bites down on his lower lip, thinking, “no one has to know. Right?” he gives the thought some time, “me and mimi can fly off somewhere. Get it done. Come back.”
“No one has to know,” Taehyung slowly, cautiously reaches to press his hand against his stomach, “I can bury this altogether,” his voice trembles, “never talk about it and… no one will know.” The thought is appealing. He can easily leave for a month's worth of vacation.
He is done with his internship. His job won't start in a month or so. He is free. Jimin is to get married in six months. He can use this trip as his bachelor trip. No one would guess anything. No one would know. “It will be just a secret between me and mimi,” Taehyugn nods.
So he holds onto it and blurts it out to Jimin as soon as the omega walks through the door. Jimin stares at him, then nods, “let's sit. Okay? Let's talk this through.” “No need to talk,” Taehyung pulls his laptop on his lap, “we are doing this. I have thought this through!”
Jimin grips his hand, stopping him, “Jungkook should know!” Jimin pleads almost, “he is the other dad, he should know-” “No, he gets no say in this!” Taehyung hisses, “his side of the work in this project is done! In an hour! I have to do it for nine months! He gets no say!”
“His work for that one hour was quite pleasurable!” Taehyung throws his hands, hysteric, “I have to endure the pain and guess what?! When it's done, I will sit home with the result while he gets to do whatever he wants and get equal, if not more, credit for it! No, it's unfair!”
“I refuse to give up my dreams for a night's mistake!” Taehyung hisses, his eyes rimmed red, “I refuse to be punished for the rest of my life. I cannot do this! You can tell me I will be fine, there are a lot of working omegas out there but, it is a step back for me! I can't!”
Jimin looks at him, “Tae-” Taehyung shakes his head, adamant, “no, mimi, you don't get it. I have always dreamt of making it big in the fashion industry. You know how gruelling the work is, and you know, if I have a baby, I would never do it half-way or ignore them for my work.”
“I will throw myself in being the best papa, but,” Taehyung wipes his eyes, “I have to give up everything else. Everything I always wanted to do. This is just a bump on my paved way. I cannot do this. I am not made for this. I never wanted a baby, I never will!”
“This is the best way!” Taehyung points at the screen, “it will be gone, and then I will be back to-” “First, let's call it a baby,” Jimin murmurs, “you keep calling it a project, as if-” “If I call it a baby, it gets too real,” Taehyung gulps, “then I can't kill it.”
“I can't hurt a fly, how can I call it a baby and then,” Taehyung gulps, his face contorting, “let's not give it a shape and make it real.” “But, it is real,” Jimin urges, “you are having a baby-” “I am not!” Taehyung hisses, “it's a fetus, and we will get rid of it!”
Jimin's eyes swim with tears, “Tae...” Taehyung squares his shoulders, eyes hardening on Jimin, “listen, I get it if you don't want to be a part of this plan. I get it if your morals are going against this. I will go alone. I don't need you in this. I get it, okay? It's fine!”
Jimin stares at him, “I will go with you and help you hide a body if you want me to, I will, but,” he squeezes Taehyung's knee, “the baby deserves the acknowledgement, Tae. They deserve to be acknowledged. Jungkook also deserves to know. You cannot swipe it all under the rag.”
“You realize how huge the pressure will be on you?” Jimin tries to reason, “if only you know, then you have to bottle it all up in you, and you will always question 'what if's for the rest of your life. You will always have this thought in your mind. You don't deserve it.”
“Tell Jungkook,” Jimin begs almost, “not for his permission or his say, but because, he needs to know, and he gets to share the burden just as much as you do! Okay? You need to share this load with your alpha. Let him take the load off you. Half-and-half, yeah? You get it?”
“He is not my alpha,” Taehyung murmurs, looking at the screen of the laptop, “we had a deal. The moment I start earning, I will leave. The divorce will be scandalous and that way, I will be off the hook for any other alpha, and he will be off on his own. We had it planned.”
“I wanted off my dad's hands, he wanted to take over his dad's company,” Taehyung looks up at Jimin, “we got it. Now, we can be free. That's the plan.” Jimin stares, “I know the plan. But now what?” Taehyung shrugs, “nothing. We go with the plan. This is just a minor set back.”
“You like him,” Jimin murmurs, “you like Jungkook.” “Of course I do,” Taehyung barks out a laugh, “you think I will let any alpha knot me? I do like him. But, is it enough to jeopardize my career? My dreams? No.” “Two dreams can co-exist, you know?” Jimin hisses, “look at me!”
“I have always wanted to be a ballet dancer, and I am living that dream and working on it, then,” Jimin's cheeks heat up, “then, I met Yoongi hyung. We fell in love and I want to be his omega too. That's another dream that I know will co-exist with my dream of being a dancer.”
Taehyung shakes his head, "my dreams are different. I want to travel the world. I don't want to settle down. I want a life where I can name places just by looking at them because I have travelled there. I want my job to work with it. This domestic shit is not what I want."
“I want to come home to no one, just on my own,” Taehyung closes his eyes, reminiscing his wishes, “I want to be taken seriously because of myself. Not because my dad is rich, or my husband is influential. I want to make a name for myself and just be on my own. That's all.”
Jimin looks down at the floor, nodding, “I know. I know where you are coming from, too. I get it.” Taehyung sighs, “all our lives, no matter how hard we worked, you got your scholarship in art and I got mine in studies, people pointed out that our families were influential.”
“Since childhood, I was taught about how to please an alpha, how to take care of a fcking household and a baby when my alpha brother was never taught the same. He should have, because these are gender-neutral works. No one thought of it! We, omegas, suffered a lot.”
“I refuse to fall right into that category they always put me in,” Taehyung can feel the desperation bleeding in his voice, “I refuse to be the exact omega my dad thought I would be. My relatives thought I would be, and everyone thought would be best for me. I refuse!”
“I refuse to give up my dreams for something like a mistake,” Taehyung combs his hair back, staring at Jimin, “I am doing this. I am going to live my life on my own terms and no, I don't need an alpha's opinion on my life. Not anymore. I have worked hard to still need it!”
Jimin looks at him, nodding, “if this is what you decide on, I will go with you. Just send me the date.” Taehyung nods, “let me talk to my doctor. I will find a hospital to get it done, and then we can rest for two weeks and come back. Okay?” Jimin nods, “sounds okay.”
Taehyung nods, “it is for the best,” he clasps his abdomen, “I can't bring a life in this world and then not be the best papa they deserve. I refuse to be a half-ass papa. I am saving them by not bringing them to this world where I will be too busy to take proper care of them.”
Jimin says nothing. Taehyung looks up at him. Those eyes are filled with tears. “I am not a monster,” Taehyung chokes out, “I am just being rational,” he pauses, “right? I cannot be like my own dad. I will never forgive myself if I turn out to be like him or Jungkook does.”
“The baby did not want to be here, I got them here, and if for the society or my own conscience, I birth them and then be the most ridiculous parent then that's the biggest sin to me. I am doing the baby a favour. I am saving them from a terrible life.”
Jimin tugs Taehyung in his arms, hugging him closer, “oh, Taetae, you are not him though,” he mumbles, sniffles, “you are never going to be him! You are so much better. You're already so much better. So is Jungkook. You two will be so good-”
“But, there is no 'us,' for the two of us, Mimi,” Taehyung wipes his eyes, “another reason why I can't tell Jungkook about this. He might force himself and me to stay in this relationship for the baby, and it will, so surely, eventually turn toxic. The baby will suffer anyway.”
“Nothing breaks a child more than seeing their parents in a loveless, toxic relationship,” Taehyung's eyes hold a faraway look in them, “no child deserves to see their parents openly cheating on each other. Being with others and always fighting. No one deserves a life like that.”
“I would rather not be a parent than be a parent like that,” Taehyung closes his eyes, snorts, “I can't believe I am unlucky enough to have sex once and get knocked up. I can't believe I am that unlucky. So, now, I have to face the consequences. I have to go through this alone.”
“You are not alone,” Jimin holds Taehyung closer, “I am with you. I'll always be with you.” Taehyung sighs, hiding his face against Jimin's neck, “like those nights when my parents would throw things at each other and scream their heads off, so I would sneak out to your house?”
Jimin nods, “yes,” he forces a smile on his lips, “I will hold you tight and hide you under my duvet and let you cry till you fall asleep. I will always hold those secrets close to my chest and never let another soul know. I will always hold your scars close to me, in secret.”
“How can I have a kid until you do?” Taehyung laughs, “how can I let them loose in the world, not knowing they will have their own mimi too when they need it? How can I have kids when I know I can be my dad or mom, both terrible excuses for a parent.” Jimin sniffles, “Tae...”
“I am made of them,” Taehyung bites out, “and, I refuse to let another soul suffer. I have decided. I am aborting this child.” Jimin nods, slowly reaching to caress Taehyung's stomach, a breath caught in his throat, “okay. If this is all you want, I will be there. With you.”
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“But, you don't love anyone else!” Yoongi watches Jin lose it, “you don't love another omega!” “He doesn't know that,” Jungkook answers, “it's time I set him free.” “He is not a bird,” Yoongi murmurs, “you can sit him down and talk to him. Communication, does wonders.”
Jin nods, “you should seriously sit him down and talk this through.” Jungkook snorts, “talk what through? I am not in love with him.” Jin looks like he might burst into flames, “but, you like him! For you, knowing you, that's a huge step!” Yoongi nods in agreement.
Jungkook shakes his head, “since we had sex, which is another mistake, we are so awkward around each other.” “How did you end up having sex?” Yoongi wonders, holds his hands up when Jin glares at him, “hey, I am just curious.” Jungkook sighs, “we had a huge fight!”
Yoongi stares, “angry sex? I thought that is just a tag in fictions?” Jin stares at him as if Yoongi has failed him in life. Yoongi rolls his eyes, “that is stupid, you have to agree! Fights make you horny or something? How does it happen?”
Jin grits his teeth, “why not read fictions to find that out and mind Jungkook's business for now?!” Yoongi holds his hands up, “can't believe you just openly agreed that you are nosy and told me to join you in that.” Jin turns to face Jungkook, “so, you two had sex. So?!”
Jungkook flails his arms, “it was a mistake, okay?! I left the very night when I realized what we did and since then we are not talking” Yoongi groans, “now, that is stupid and you should have stayed! Owned up to it. That is actually messy!” Jin nods, “I hate that he is right.”
“Imagine what he felt when he woke up!” Jin stomps his foot, “why are you all alphas like that?!” Yoongi stares, “you are an alpha too?” Jin glares, “I am not your typical alpha. Not like this at least! I would never leave my omega on the bed!” Jungkook sighs, “he's not mine.”
“Yours or not,” Yoongi sighs, looking at Jungkook, “no one deserves that. That's not right, kook. I taught you better.” Jin glares at Yoongi, “hello? You mean, I taught him better!” Jungkook groans, “can you two stop trying to one up each other in my parenting?! For now?”
Jin turns to Jungkook, “you should apologize!” Yoongi nods, “I hate that he is right.” Jungkook shakes his head, “I should just let him go altogether. I never saw him really happy since our wedding, you know? Not like I saw him that night. In that golf-court. He was happy…”
“He was on his own,” Jungkook stares out of the window, “he was doing what he loved, and he was so…” he sighs, “happy. I feel like I am holding him back and now that I don't have to anymore, I should not be the reason he is sad. Not anymore. I should let him go. Be free.”
Yoongi shares a look with Jin, “Jungkook...” Jungkook stands up, picking up a few files, “I need to go. I have to fix a meeting and find an omega who would act like they are my lover for the part of it. I will see you two later.” Jin comes to sit beside Yoongi, watch Jungkook.
“Where did we go wrong?” Jin wonders, leaning his head against Yoongi, “in teaching him to open up? He got it from you.” Yoongi snorts, “as much as I would love to, you do realize, he is not my legitimate son, right?” Jin shrugs, “we raised him. Didn't we?”
Jin's eyes brim with tears, “we two raised him.” Yoongi hums, holding Jin closer, “when we were kids ourselves. Because our parents were never really there. Just... they would throw their money at us and think the money will raise us. I guess, he never learnt to open up.”
“Maybe because no one was there to hear it,” Jin murmurs, sniffling, “maybe because no one was there to hear his rambles, so he got so quiet. I don't know, Yoongi, but it feels like we failed him. I felt like Tae was for him, you know? Two broken pieces, like a puzzle. They fit.”
Yoongi shrugs, “or, maybe two broken pieces, hurting each other with their sharp edges. Maybe we got it wrong.” Jin shakes his head, “I never get it wrong. I didn't get it wrong for you and Jiminah. I never got it wrong for Joonie and Hoba. I don't get it wrong.”
Yoongi looks at Jin, his eyes tender, “you don't get it wrong. No matter how, you just never get it wrong,” his arms tightens around Jin, “no matter if for being right, you have to sacrifice your own feelings, you just never like to see others suffer. Right?”
Jin pulls away, looking anywhere but at Yoongi, “we buried it. You know, you promised-” Yoongi huffs out a chuckle, “I did. Just... hate to see you fret over us, when you never let us fret over you. You are a hypocrite.” Jin stands up, brushing his pants, “I need to go. Bye.”
“Joonie will always love you,” Yoongi stops Jin midway, “and, Hobi will always know that he came between you two. If that's what you call you being right, fine, you are right.” Jin freezes by the door, “we would never be anything. We were both alphas. You know it.”
Yoongi watches Jin storm away. He looks back at Jungkook's vacant chair. Then he leans back on his own chair, looking out at the skyline, “I wish… we all were kids again. It was better somehow.”
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Taehyung hears the door open. He is fixing himself a bowl of ramen when Jungkook slowly walks inside the kitchen. Taehyung ignores the alpha, stirring the bowl with his chopsticks, and tries not to think if ramen is good for a fetus or not.
He pulls out his phone, exhales deeply while he searches if ramen is unhealthy for a fetus. Jungkook goes around him, pulling the fridge open to get a bottle of water. Taehyung reads through the articles, his brows furrowed. "What the hell is MSG," Taehyung wonders.
Taehyung lets out a curse when he reads more, nodding to himself before he turns to take the bowl to the sink. “What, you are not hungry?” Jungkook asks, watching the omega. Taehyung shakes his head, “not for instant ramen anymore.” Jungkook hums, “let it be, I will eat it.”
Taehyung nods, his eyes still on the phone while he searches what he should eat. He snorts, “no way in hell I am having a kale salad. Nope,” Taehyung scrolls, “chicken. Right. Now,” he murmurs to himself, “how to make that? I have no idea-” “What are you doing?” Jungkook asks.
Taehyung shrugs, “trying to eat healthy.” Jungkook eyes him, “since when?” Taehyung looks at the alpha, “since you fcked me up.” Jungkook stares, “what?” Taehyung sighs, turning away, “go away, Jungkook. I need to make something for dinner. I am starving! Leave!”
Jungkook watches him, “you know how to cook?” Taehyung shrugs, “well, I don't. I guess,” his hand rests on his stomach, eyes on his fingers and noticing how he traces the skin there, “you have to deal with this,” he murmurs for the baby, “I am not a good cook.”
Jungkook sighs, “I will cook. You go,” he waves Taehyung off, “I don't want you to burn down the kitchen. Go.” Taehyung hesitates, “just don't put anything like garlic, okay?” he stutters, “n-not good for health.” Jungkook eyes him, “you are acting really weird. Fine, go.”
Taehyung leaves the kitchen to sit in the living room while he starts the television to watch something. His mind reels when he hears the ping on his phone. A message. A message from his doctor. She found him a hospital. Fixed tentative date. She wants to know what he thinks.
“Here is your healthy food,” Jungkook comes in right at that moment, making Taehyung shove the phone into his pocket, “eat up.” Taehyung stares at the alpha and then at the plates in front of him, “oh,” he nods, “thanks.” He slowly reaches for the food, taking it in his hands.
“Is everything alright?” Jungkook sits on the other couch, looking at him, “you look... pale, and,” there is a small smile on his lips, “quiet.” Taehyung takes a spoonful of rice with chicken and stares at the alpha, “quiet?” Jungkook nods, “you are almost never quiet. So...”
Taehyung shrugs, “I,” he looks down at his plate, “I have something I want to tell you.” Jungkook gulps, “me too. I mean,” he gestures for Taehyung, “you go ahead.” “𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤.” Jimin's words ring in his mind.
Taehyung bites his lower lip, “I'm eating. You go ahead. Tell me what you want to say.” Jungkook looks tensed, “no, I can wait-” “Jungkook,” Taehyung gives him a pointed stare, “tell me. I will sleep afterwards. I am tired. Tell me what is it.” Jungkook nods, gulping, “right.”
“Uhh,” Jungkook looks down at his hands, fingers twitching with tension, “I was planning to tell you this for a few weeks now.” Taehyung hums, eyeing the alpha, “yeah?” Jungkook forces a chuckle out of him, “I mean, never go the chance. I,” he gulps, “I don't know how to-”
“With words and through your mouth,” Taehyung chews the food, his tone sarcastic, “that's how people talk.” Jungkook sighs, looking down at his boots, “I found someone.” He waits for Taehyung to say anything. Something. Nothing. The silence carries on for too long...
Jungkook looks up then, eyes on the omega, whose scent wafts around them. As if Taehyung cannot control the scent. It's heavy in the air, thick with another scent Jungkook can't really pick up on. He waits. Waits until Taehyung sucks in a breath, the scent slowly ebbing off…
The scent vanishes, whooshing out of the room as if Taehyung pulls him out of the room too. As if the omega coils back in him. Jungkook waits. “Found an omega?” Taehyung asks, a voice so void of emotions, it makes Jungkook's skin crawl. He nods, “y-yes. I found an omega.”
Taehyung watches him. Silently. Jungkook feels his heartbeat picking up. He gulps, carrying on to ramble. “He is really good to me, I really like him, and,” he forces a smile on his lips, “he wants to meet you too. You know, so it's clear-” “No,” Taehyung shakes his head, “no.”
He puts the plate down, nodding to himself, “no, it's okay. I don't need to meet him. I,” he wipes his hand on his mouth, “I was actually going to tell you this. I,” Taehyung grips the material of his shorts, “I am leaving for a vacation next week. I am not coming back.”
Jungkook looks at him, “you are not-” he frowns, “what?” Taehyung nods, “I am going on a vacation to rub it all off me, you know?” he smiles, blinks rapidly when his vision starts to blur, “meeting you, the wedding, everything afterwards. Then,” Taehyung sighs, “then…”
“Then I will relocate,” he looks over Jungkook's shoulder, “I found a place. I will just start fresh. Away from my family and yours and,” he matches Jungkook's eyes, “you.” Jungkook's expression morphs into blankness, “I see. Sounds,” he shrugs, “good. That sounds good. Okay.”
Taehyung looks at Jungkook, “I'm happy for you.” Jungkook looks down at his hands, nodding, “yeah,” he looks at Taehyung again, “this is what you always wanted, right? To be independent. On your own. Alone.” Taehyung nods, “not under an alpha. Yes. I always wanted to be alone.”
Jungkook nods, eyes never leaving Taehyung, “you are going to get it. Soon.” Taehyung nods, “excuse me, I will just sleep, yeah?” Jungkook hums, picking up the remote, “yeah. See you, Tae.” Taehyung ignores him, slowly walking inside his room and closing his door.
“𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩.” He sends the confirmation back, reading how Mrs. Lee wants him to come for a checkup at least. He types back that he would do everything in that hospital and be done with it.
“It will be fine,” Taehyung looks up at the ceiling of his room, tears blinding him, “you will be free of me,” his fingers spread over his stomach, “and, I will be free of this hellhole. We both will be fine, okay, little one? We will be fine.”
Little one... Taehyung closes his eyes, biting down on his lips. He is not supposed to acknowledge the fetus. He is not supposed to pay it any mind. But... He is so alone and it feels like... it feels like... “You feel like mine,” Taehyung murmurs, “just so close to me.”
He holds his stomach, curling in on himself, “it feels like I finally have someone who can be solely mine and yet,” Taehyung sniffles, “I have to do this because… when you are born, you will not like it. I know. You will hate me, hate everything here. I can't let you feel that.”
“You will not understand why I am like this, you deserve to have both your parents doting on you and a loving family and I have none of that,” Taehyung sniffles, “I don't know what a loving family looks like, how can I give you that? I have to let you go, little one. I am sorry.”
Taehyung closes his eyes, burying his face in the pillows. Sleep comes easily. He is exhausted. The last thing Taehyung hears is the sound of the television.
_______ “Take care of yourself, okay?” Yoongi reminds Jimin, holding out his clothes, “don't get too playful. You are clumsy, make sure you don't hurt yourself. Please, for the love of God, don't fall off a chair or something. I beg,” he stops when Jimin comes to hug him tight.
Jimin buries his face against Yoongi's throat, sniffling, “I am sorry.” Yoongi frowns, “what are you sorry for?” Jimin shakes his head, “I just...” he holds Yoongi tight, “tell me, I am doing the right thing. Don't ask what, why, just... tell me I am doing the right thing.”
Yoongi tries to pull away, to look at the omega's face, “blossom, what is it?” Jimin cries harder, “just... whatever it is, tell me you think I am doing right. Tell me-” “You are doing right,” Yoongi murmurs, “you can never do anything wrong,” he cups Jimin's face, “I know.”
Jimin has tears running down his face, “I am wrong. This time I know I am wrong.” Yoongi gives him a tender smile, “then make it right. You can,” he nods when Jimin tries to pull away, “you always make it right. You made me right. I trust you, blossom. You will do it right.”
“I did nothing right,” Jimin gulps, “I took you away from Hobi hyung. I took hobi hyung away from you. I broke the entire group. I did nothing right.” Yoongi looks at him, “why are you suddenly-” Jimin sniffles, pulling away, “I will see you after the vacation. Excuse me.”
Yoongi takes a hold of Jimin's wrist, pulling him back, “I don't regret it.” Jimin looks at Yoongi, “I know. I regret it. I look at you two, I look at Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung, I regret it. I came between you all. I broke three hearts. I regret it. So much.”
Jimin pulls his hand away, “I wish I was as brave as Tae is,” he chuckles, dragging the bag out of the room, “I wish I could just leave it all behind and then everything falls into its place. You go back to Hobi hyung and Namjoon hyung gets Jin hyung again. I ruined it all.”
Yoongi holds him again, pulling him back, “I don't regret us. You need to understand-” “Do you love me?” Jimin murmurs, “look at my eyes and tell me, do you love me?” Yoongi gulps, “I am marrying you!” Jimin nods, “exactly. You are marrying me.” He storms out of the house.
Yoongi closes his eyes, an image flashes across his mind. Hoseok laughing at him, both of them drenched in rain, hand in hand. “𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑎… 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.” Hobi's shy smile, that squeeze of their hands before that nod. “𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑜, 𝘩𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔.”
________ “It will be fine,” Jimin looks at Taehyung, eyes tender, “it will be fine. You are going to be fine and,” he looks down at Taehyung's stomach, “you are going to be free soon.” Taehyung looks at Jimin, “you look weird.” Jimin snorts, “really? That's what I get?”
Taehyung holds Jimin's hand, “is everything okay?” Jimin nods, waves him off, “having the best life. What can be wrong, huh?” Taehyung watches him, “you know, you are the worst liar, right?” Jimin looks out of the flight's window, eyes on those clouds, “I am fine, tae.”
Taehyung leans against him, “tell me.” Jimin gulps, “can we run away?” he giggles, blinking back tears, “you and me. Just start a life with each other, raise the kid together and never go back to that hellhole?” Taehyung freezes, “what…? Why is it hellhole for you?”
Jimin nods, “yeah,” he holds onto that smile for dear life, “a new start where we don't sacrifice so much. Where we can be happy. Really happy.” Taehyung looks at Jimin, “like childhood.” Jimin nods, the smile finally cracking, “like childhood.” Taehyung sniffles, “mimi...”
“Like those dramas and movies,” Jimin gestures wildly with his hands, “we fake our deaths and run away. You give birth and we raise the baby together. No one will,” Jimin looks at Taehyung, “no one will miss us, you know? We fall right off. No one will miss us.”
Taehyung looks at Jimin, “Yoongi hyung will miss you. He love-” Jimin looks away, “we two came between all of them,” he murmurs, face serious, “we tried to make place between an already knitted puzzle. I broke off so much to fit in, and now it suffocates me. I hate it.”
“So, I have an offer,” Jimin turns on his seat to look at Taehyung, holding his hand out, “let's break it all off,” he stares right at Taehyung, “We both. Let's break it all off and start new. You and me. Just as we were. Together. Away from them. I am coming with you.”
Taehyung gapes at Jimin, “wha- what happened?! What about Yoongi hyung-” “He,” Jimin has a soft smile on his lips, “he will find his way back to his love,” he nods, tears brimming his eyes, “he still has the chance. He will gravitate back to him. I just need to step away.”
“His love,” Taehyung frowns, “his love-” Jimin looks away, “not me. Never was me. I am a duty. I am a responsibility he is fulfilling. I want to free him of it. Please, Tae, let me come with you! Otherwise, I have to run away on my own-” “No,” Taehyung gulps, “come with me.”
Jimin looks at Taehyung, “and, the baby?” Taehyung looks down at his stomach, his eyes blurring, “the baby...” Jimin holds Taehyung's hand, “we can take care of them. They can be ours,” Jimin sniffles, “we can be their family. Right?” Taehyung pauses, “you want that...?”
Jimin has tears clinging to his eyelashes, “we two were always the odd ones in the group. No? Now, this baby,” he smiles, “this baby feels like another odd one. We don't fit in their world. We can be on our own? The odd ones out?” Taehyung sniffles, “you are so stupid!”
Jimin holds Taehyung's hands, “it is your decision, but, if you do it,” Jimin gulps, “I will be there for you and the baby through and through. I am not going anywhere.” Taehyung looks at Jimin, “but, first, you will tell me what is happening, then I decide.” Jimin nods.
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“You are the prettiest omega, the prettiest,” Jungkook murmurs, “fck, that day, when I saw you... you were so gorgeous. So perfect. I was blown away. Tae... you are so pre-” Taehyung wakes up, his eyes adjusting to the new room. He sits up on the bed with a curse...
“That is exactly what I am saying!” Taehyung frowns when he hears Jimin's voice. He frowns, wiping his eyes and yawning before he gets out of the bed to slowly walk out in the living room to see Jimin pacing back and forth. The phone pressed against his ear. “I want an out!”
Taehyung wraps his hands around himself, watching Jimin shout over the phone before he feels it. The gut-wrenching surge of bile. Taehyung covers his mouth, running to the bathroom with blinding speed. He throws himself over the toilet, vomiting. Jimin comes running.
“I need to go!” Jimin hisses, “yes! I am! No, hyung! It's over! Don't call me!” He throws the phone on the counter before kneeling behind Taehyung and pressing a hand against Taehyung's forehead. Taehyung feels the grounding pressure, breathing hard while he vomits...
“It hurts,” Taehyung whimpers, grasping at his stomach, “shit, it hurts.” Jimin is alert, grabbing onto his hand, “what hurts?! Tae? What hurts?” Taehyung sniffles, “my insides. It... I feel nauseous.” Jimin lets out a breath, “that's, that's okay. That is okay.”
“We will see the doctor today,” Jimin rubs Taehyung's back, “then we can decide everything. Right?” Taehyung looks at him, nodding, “it's okay?” Jimin nods, “yeah. You seem fi-” “Not me, you and hyung,” Taehyung murmurs, “he called...” Jimin's face twists, “he is with him.”
Taehyung wipes his mouth with the toilet paper, eyeing Jimin, “with… hobi hyung?” Jimin shrugs, waving it off, “listen, I am making breakfast. How about we feed you and then we leave? Yeah?” Taehyung groans, “I am not hungry, and I feel very much nauseous about eating!”
Jimin nudges him with his foot, “get up. Jungkook kept calling you. Go and call him back. I will make something to eat.” Taehyung slowly gets up, feeling light-headed, “why is he calling?” Jimin shrugs, “I did not pick it up. You check on him.” Taehyung nods, “right.”
Taehyung picks up the phone, dialling the number he knows he will soon block. He waits for the ring to continue until Jungkook picks it up. “I kept calling for an hour or so!” Jungkook greets him. Taehyung closes his eyes, “I was sleeping.” Jungkook sounds breathy, “right.”
“You were sleeping while I am losing mine,” Jungkook lets out a chuckle, “right.” Taehyung frowns, “are you blaming me for resting on my vacation?” Jungkook curses, “no, okay?! It's just that… you just left, and now I have to face all this alone. All of this. Our families!”
Taehyung lets out a curse, “you don't need to deal with my family. I will call them up and let them know. You can act like I left you. They have very low expectation from me, so they will believe you. Then, you can introduce your lover to your family and, voilà! You got out!”
“Pin it all on me! Say I cheated or something-” “Did you?” Jungkook sounds hollow. Taehyung feels hollow. A laugh escapes him, his hand automatically wrapping around his stomach. “No, Jungkook,” Taehyung chokes out, “if anything, you did.” He cuts the call.
“That is not a conversation,” Jimin quips from behind the kitchen counter, “that was a fight.” Taehyung comes to sit on the stool, rolling his eyes, “as if you were having a conversation with your alpha.” Jimin laughs, “he is not my alpha. He never was. Just so you know.”
Taehyung nods, “Jungkook is not my alpha either. I don't need an alpha.” Jimin looks at him, “right.” “What went so wrong?” Taehyung asks Jimin when the omega covers the pot to boil the veggies, “between you and hyung? I always thought he made you happy. He was your…”
“King,” Taehyung laughs when Jimin eyes him with a deadpan expression, “come on,” Taehyung swats at Jimin, “when we were kids, you would always say that you will find your king one day, and you will be happy with him. Your alpha! The one made for you and blah blah blah…”
“That night, when the dance class was over, Yoongi hyung came to pick Hobi hyung up,” Jimin looks down at the counter, frowning, “you know, me and hobi hyung shared classes in college, right?” Taehyung nods, leaning on his hand. Jimin sighs, “that night, hobi hyung left…”
“I stayed back, I needed to practice for the upcoming event of our department. You know, I am a late bloomer, right?” Jimin waits for Taehyung to nod, “I always thought I would be a beta until that night,” Jimin shudders, “I presented. In that damn rehearsal room.”
Jimin's eyes blur, “I triggered his rut,” he nods when Taehyung flinches, “we both were young, and I don't know how that happened, but I triggered his rut, and then it was a struggle. We both tried, Tae, we,” Jimin gulps, hiding his face in his hands, “we both tried to resist!”
Jimin sniffles, “I dragged him into it,” he cries, “when my mum found us, she came to look for me when I didn't return home, she saw us. We were in the rehearsal room. Still. It took a few men to tear us apart,” Jimin hides his face in his hands, “I am so mortified, God!”
“My parents freaked out,” Jimin whimpers, “they thought I will be pregnant and even if I am not, they are orthodox, they wanted hyung to take the responsibility for something we both did and hyung, you know him. He agreed to mate me. Right there. I also,” Jimin crumbles...
“I was so terrified of you all finding out and thinking low of me, I agreed,” Jimin wipes his eyes, “I didn't wait to think about him and hobi hyung! I did not wait to think how that will break them apart. I was so selfish. Then I thought slowly, he will start to love me…”
“So, he cheated on hobi hyung,” Taehyung murmurs, “and-” “No, he didn't,” Jimin gulps, sobbing now, “that night he was going to ask hobi hyung out. Officially. I ruined it all. They had feelings for each other, and they loved each other, and they were supposed to be together!”
“Taehyung, I thought of telling you,” Jimin sniffles, “I thought of coming clean to you but you were already going through so much and I didn't want to add more on you-” Taehyung cries too, “I thought you were happy! You two looked so happy! So in love.” Jimin closes his eyes.
“Well, I guess, my feelings helped,” Jimin snorts, “I had feelings for him always. Maybe that-” “The way he looks at you,” Taehyung grasps Jimin's hand, “the way he talks to you,” he pulls Jimin closer, “he sounds like he loves you.” Jimin laughs, “he acts well. I know.”
Jimin shrugs, “anyway,” he waves Taehyung off, going around to dish the soup, “enough of me and my past. Now, eat up, and we will leave as soon as you are ready. Let's get this checkup done with. Yeah?” Taehyung nods, knowing Jimin would not talk another word, “right. Okay.”
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“Did you talk to him?” Jungkook closes his eyes, “yes. I did.” “How did it go?” Namjoon leans over the table, “listen, it's important that he knows he can't do this! This is-” “He's your brother!” Jungkook glares, “how about you ask him and stop nagging me!”
Namjoon glares at him, “he hates me.” Jungkook eyes the man, “I hate you more!” Namjoon's jaw clenches, “it was not my decision to leave your bro-” Jungkook waves him off, “leave me alone! I am busy! Get out!” The door of his office open to Jin. Jungkook curses loudly.
“Yoongi is not picking up my call,” Jin ignores Namjoon, “can you call him-” “He is with hoba,” Namjoon murmurs, “last night showed up after drinking an entire bar, I guess. Stayed there. Hoba is with him.” Jungkook stares, “you know they used to-” Namjoon snorts, “and?”
Jungkook looks down at his phone, “I can't entertain this right now. I have a date. I need to go.” “You have a what?!” Jin and Namjoon screech at the same time. Jungkook gets up, picks up his blazer with a nod, “a date. I need to meet someone. Bye.”
Namjoon grabs at Jungkook's elbow, “you are married to my brother!” Jungkook pushes Namjoon away, glaring at him, “well, maybe remind that to your brother because he got up and left on a vacation after handing me a damn divorce paper!” Jin stares, “he already got it ready?!”
Jungkook shrugs the blazer on, “yeah,” there is a mocking smile on his lips, “ready and signed. I guess,” his eyes find Namjoon, “you know what?” Jungkook lets out a deep breath, “I can't even blame him. I agreed to this. I can't even blame him for fcking off when I agreed!”
“I can't blame him for doing this, being so selfish, when I am like a moron, being just as selfish!” Jungkook sniffles, looking away, “I agreed to this because I never thought-” he looks at Jin, tears brimming in his eyes, “I never thought... it will hurt so bad.”
“I was so stupid!” Jungkook's voice breaks, he ignores how Jin's eyes start to fill with tears too, “so obnoxious that I won't need him. I won't want him. It was just a bloody plan to inherit this shitty company! I never thought it would hurt so bad to let him go.”
“I thought my attraction was skin-deep, he is fcking hot!” Jungkook rolls his eyes at Namjoon, “stating the obvious. But,” he looks at Jin then, “he is also so bratty! Such a prick! So bossy! So snobbish. So, so stupid,” Jungkook grits his teeth, “and, so,” his voice trembles...
“So out of my reach,” Jungkook huffs out a laugh, “so bright. So driven. So,” Jungkook gestures with his hands, “made for something grand. Something big. He is not to be put away in my shitty house. He is not to be held back. I can't do that to him. He is made for something big!”
“And who told you a person can't be something big while staying with another person?” Jin murmurs, “who told you that you had to show your support by letting him go when you could have convinced him to stay and support his dreams? You didn't have to let him go. You know?”
“You don't understand,” Jungkook lets out a hollow laugh, “do you?” he gestures around him, “look at me. What do I have? Nothing. One day he would surely leave and the more I prolonged it, the more it would hurt! Because…” Jungkook pauses. “You love him,” Namjoon whispers.
Jungkook's eyes move onto Namjoon, and he nods, scared, broken and a defeated nod, “I do, and it's-” “Terrifying,” Namjoon nods, “knowing you love a person who would never love you back,” his eyes move on to Jin, “who would never feel the same. It fcking breaks a person.”
“Knowing you would fight yourself for them, but they would not even fight a single soul for you hurts terribly,” Namjoon whispers, “knowing you are not important enough for them to stay when they mean the world to you, hurts the most. I know.” Jin looks away. Namjoon does too...
Jungkook looks at the two of them, nodding, “yeah. So, no, Jin hyung,” he steps back, “it's not simple. It never will be. I will be damned if I come between him and his dreams. I will,” he gulps, “I will move on.” Jin watches Jungkook storm away, “I hope so. I really hope so.”
______ “So, you are on your sixth week,” doctor Smith points at the screen, “judging by how fast the fetus is growing, it might be an alpha. But you never know. If you want to go through with this, I advise you do it in a week or so. Just to be safe.”
“That looks like a pea,” Taehyung murmurs, voice tight, “it's so small.” Jimin has his eyes fixed on the screen, “yeah. Finally someone smaller than me.” Taehyung breathes out a laugh, “shut up.” “Is this your baby?” Doctor Smith asks Jimin with a smile.
“No,” Jimin gulps, “it is not.” Taehyung has his eyes glued on the screen. The doctor nods, a sympathetic smile on his lips, “he left?” Taehyung's eyes snap to him, “no,” he lets out a deep breath, “I did. He would not,” he looks back at the screen, “he would not leave.”
Taehyung's heart squeezes in his chest, “if he knew, he would not,” his voice trembles, “he would not leave.” The doctor looks at him, “I see. I am sorry.” Taehyung holds Jimin's hand, “don't be. I am fine,” he looks at the doctor, “it's okay. Let's do it next week.”
Taehyung looks at the screen again, his voice coming out hoarse, “let's get this over with.” He looks away from the screen, closing his eyes. He does not want to see more. He does not want that image to stick to him. But it is already there. Stuck in his mind. His baby…
So small. So fragile. So dependent on him. Taehyung looks at Jimin, “next week?” Jimin does not look at the screen, maybe terrified of familiarizing himself with the baby, “whenever you want. The sooner, the better.” Taehyung's face crumbles, “I'm doing right. Right?”
Jimin shakes his head, tears rolling out of his eyes, “no, you are not. He,” he sniffles, “he deserved to know. But, I will be here. No matter it's right or wrong, I will be here. But, no, you are not doing right.” Taehyung looks back at the screen, “yeah. Okay.”
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“Sleep,” Jimin pats his hair, “I will be in my room. If you need anything, just call.” Taehyung nods, watches Jimin leave the door after closing the door behind himself. He can't sleep. The sonogram sits on the bedside table and Taehyung reaches for it to pull it out and watch.
The phone rings right at that moment, making his look over at the device. Taehyung lets out a deep breath when he sees it's Jungkook. “It's past two in the morning here,” Taehyung answers, eyes on the sonogram, “don't you check before calling?” Jungkook sighs, “listen…”
Taehyung shakes his head, “not the good time, Jungkook. I am tired and-” “I found the pregnancy tests in the trash.” Taehyung stills. His entire body freezing. He grips the edge of the sonogram, closing his eyes. “You were looking through trash? That's weird,” he hisses.
Jungkook sounds icy, “is there something you are forgetting to tell me?” Taehyung hums, “to take the trash out?” Jungkook is quiet for a few seconds, before he audibly gulps, “you did not do something, right? To the baby?” Taehyung grips the sonogram in his clutch, “Jungkook.”
“Taehyung,” Jungkook grits out, “you did not do something to the baby, right?!” Taehyung glares at the sonogram, “why is that your concern?” Jungkook curses loudly, “because, it's my baby too! What the fck, Taehyung?! You didn't just take them away from me, now you are-”
“How do you know it's your baby?” Taehyung snorts, “weren't you the one doubting me for cheating? What if I did cheat?” Jungkook is quiet for a long time. Taehyung pulls the phone down to see if the line is still going. “What are you saying?” Jungkook murmurs, “clear it!”
Taehyung bites the inside of his cheek, “I am clear, Jungkook. If the baby was yours, why would I run from you? Take a hint. Why would I divorce you when I could easily just sit and enjoy the life you would offer for the baby? Make it make sense. Why would I do that?”
“Because you don't care about a lavish lifestyle,” Jungkook whispers over the line, “you don't care about money, and you definitely don't ever want to sit and enjoy a rich life that you didn't earn on your own. You are not like that.” Taehyung's heart flutters, “I…”
Jungkook hums, “so, no, Taehyung. That is not the reason, and if you were sleeping around, you are prideful enough to do it on my face. You would never hide it, so that's not the case either. The baby,” Jungkook's voice cracks, “is mine. Ours.” Taehyung snaps his eyes closed.
“So, just tell me the baby is okay,” Jungkook pleads almost, “just tell me you didn't do anything. Please, Taehyung… I beg you. Tell me-” “Your opinions on my body does not hold any value, Jungkook, if I don't want the baby, I am not having it,” Taehyung hisses, “yeah? Get it!”
“But, that's my baby too! I do have a say in this!” Jungkook sounds frantic, “if you don't want to have the baby, fine. You can leave after the baby is born!” “Why would I put my body through so much for you?!” Taehyung glares at the window, “why are you being so demanding?!”
“It's your baby too,” Jungkook sounds helpless, “it's your baby-” “I aborted it,” Taehyung crumbles the sonogram in his fist, “okay?! I aborted it!” Jungkook chokes on his words, “wha-what?” Taehyung nods, clutches the phone tightly, “I did it. This morning.”
“Listen here, Taehyung,” Jungkook's voice leaves no room for argument, “if you are lying, I will figure it out. But, if you are saying the truth, get ready for a very painful life ahead because I am not divorcing you, and you will learn what happens when you cross me like this!”
“If you really took my right to know about my kid from me, if you really aborted it without even telling me, get ready to face the consequences. I am not even kidding.” “What are you going to do?” Taehyung hisses, “what are y-” “I know how to make someone's life a living hell.”
Jungkook hums, “I hold your life in my hand, Taehyung. Agree or not, I do,” Jungkook grits out, “your family will do nothing and support me. You know that. So, for your own sake, I hope you are lying. You have no clue how bad I can get, how low I can stoop for the ones I love.”
“If you told me, if you made it clear, I would have tried to make you keep the baby,” Jungkook whispers, “but, eventually, if you really wanted, I would let you abort it because you can do whatever you want, Taehyung. You have just as much say. But you lied and deceived me!”
“I don't take well to liars!” Jungkook's voice drops an octave, turns icy, “I hate people who think they can cross me. You will not survive this betrayal, Taehyung. You didn't do the right thing. That was my baby too! I had the right to at least,” Jungkook sniffles, “know them!”
“If you think your stupid threats make me scared, you are wrong, Jungkook,” Taehyung's voice shows no emotions, “and, you have an omega. You will get your babies, no worries. Just stop thinking I owed you shit. I did not. I am not scared of you, Jungkook. Never will be.”
“My family might sit there and watch what you do, but who told you I will sit and take it?” Taehyung snorts, “I will make your life a living hell too! It's better we didn't get caught up in this crap. Yeah? Just think it was an accident. We lost the baby. As simple as that!”
“Have you ever thought what a life the baby will have?” Taehyung looks down at his stomach, “with parents who are clearly not in love with each other? Who would stay as a family and claim it is for the baby's sake when all they do is sleep around and fight each other?”
"How do you think a kid will feel to see two people, constantly fighting or having a Cold War going on, just for the sake of them? The guilt, the anger, the frustration kills a kid, Jungkook. +
You have no idea how much it hurts to see your parents like that! They'd wish they were never born! The baby slowly grows up to be an emotionless, hopeless adult who finds no joy in life because their parents fcked them up! I don't wish that on anyone! Surely not for my baby!”
“But, you did not grow up to be emotionless, hopeless, Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers, “your this thought in itself is telling me how different you are from what you grew up into.” Taehyun feels a chill running down his spine, “I never said I grew up like this. I am not…”
Jungkook chuckles, “you don't have to tell me everything. I know. I see your parents. I see more than you think. But, you did not turn out emotionless. You did not turn out hopeless. You have dreams, big dreams. You have ambitions. You have a heart that sympathizes with others.”
“You are not your parents, Taehyung,” Jungkook speaks slowly, each word voiced cautiously, as if to not startle Taehyung, “you are not a product of their mishap. You know what hurts, you know what a dysfunctional relationship looks like, and you can avoid that.”
“You experienced that in your childhood, so you can make sure your baby does not,” Jungkook almost urges, “you can be better because you have learnt what not to be from your parents. Right?” Taehyung wipes his eyes, “that is exactly why I need to do this, Jungkook. You know?”
“I can clearly see us walking down the same path,” Taehyung looks at the window, how it's starting to rain, “we two are walking down the same path if we do this. We don't fit in. We would still force ourselves to fit in for the kid and that's not how it works, Jungkook.”
“You have someone,” Taehyung closes his eyes, “and, I have my dreams that I refuse to give up on. We both will be tied by only one thread, and that is the baby. You know it's going to go sour at some point. You know at some point you and me, both will blame this accident.”
“At One point or another, we will point at the baby and say, 'look, because of you we are suffering. Because of you, we gave up everything and here we are. Look what you did! Look what you took from us,' when the baby is not at fault. We can't stay together just for the baby!”
“I don't want to go down that path,” Taehyung shakes his head, “I don't want to stay married to you when you have-” “I lied,” Jungkook gulps, “about the omega. I lied.” Taehyung freezes, “what?” Jungkook hums, “there's no one. Never was. I just wanted to make it easy for you.”
Taehyung frowns, “make it easy for me?” Jungkook hums, “to leave. I wanted to make it easier for you-” “I was going to tell you that night,” Taehyung whispers, “when you said…” “I am sorry, shit, I am sorry,” Jungkook sounds pained, “I am so sorry. I was an idiot!”
“Omega or not, it changes nothing,” Taehyung sighs, “we don't love each other. I don't love you, Jungkook. I will never love someone my parents forced me to tie the knot with. I have learnt to not despise you, but I will never love you and you will never love me. Right?”
“You won't love me, no matter what…” Jungkook trails off. Taehyung hums, “I can't. I look at you, and it reminds me how my parents forced me to marry you. I look at you and remember how helpless I am. I,” he closes his eyes, “I can't put myself through it, Jungkook. I won't.”
“But,” Taehyung gulps, looking down at the sonogram, “I think you are right about one thing. You deserve to know about your baby. I,” Taehyung inhales shakily, “they are safe. For now. I am not sure what to do next, but for now… they are fine. Your baby is fine.”
“What?!” Jungkook chokes, “the baby…” Taehyung hums, “I will send you the sonogram. I went for the first test. They are fine.” “Oh,” Jungkook gulps, “ca-can I ask you something?” Taehyung nods, “what is it?” “Can you please consider birthing the baby and leave them with me?”
“I will not ask you to stay, I will not ask you to be tied to them, hell, I will never do that to you. Just…” Jungkook sounds desperate, “they are my firstborn, Taehyung. I don't want to lose them.” Taehyung gulps, “you mean… after they are born, I can leave on my own?”
“Ye-yes, I promise,” Jungkook sounds hollow, “I kept my promise last time, right? I promise. You can leave. I will never stop you. I will never ask you to stay. You will never hear any objection from me.” Taehyung thinks about it, “are you sure?” Jungkook hums, “I am.”
Taehyung looks down at his stomach, “do you, um… want to see the sonogram?” Jungkook inhales loudly, “yes,” he breathes out, “hell, yes. Please.” Taehyung bites down on his lower lip, “it's like a pea. You know?” Jungkook frowns, “what?” Taehyung smiles, “the baby is small.”
Jungkook chuckles. Taehyung nods, “I fear, they will be shorter than Jimin.” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, “good. He will stop whining then.” Taehyung smiles, “I will send you the photo.” Jungkook hums, “or, we can video call.” “𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.”
Taehyung hums, “are you not busy?” Jungkook smiles, “for my baby? No.” Taehyung bites down on his lower lip, “no comments about how I look. I was sleeping and it's late and-” “You are always pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, “no timezone, no country, no one can change that.”
Taehyung feels his face heat up, he frowns, “shut up and call me.” Jungkook cuts the call and Taehyung turns to reach for his bedside table. He pulls out the drawer to get his comb. He makes his hair presentable before he applies some balm on his lips, waiting.
Taehyung picks up the call on second ring, eyes adjusting to the light. Jungkook is home. He is sitting on his bed and… Taehyung frowns. “Why are you wearing your blazer in bed?” Jungkook coughs, “was trying to look presentable. Ignore it.” Taehyung eyes him, “right.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, “are you seriously wearing a blazer over nothing?! You are not even wearing a T-shirt, Jungkook!” Jungkook has a pout on his lips, “hey, I sleep naked! I am trying to be presentable, let me! And can we see the baby, and not me? I am looking good!”
“You are looking like an idiot, and if the baby is to see you for the first time, they are not seeing their dad like an idiot who wears a blazer over nothing! Wear something proper!” “They can't see me!” Jungkook argues, “they are not there yet!” Taehyung glares, “Jungkook!”
Jungkook grumbles, “fine! Just wait! Shall I wear the wedding suit now?!” Taehyung sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “just wear a jogger and a bloody damn T-shirt! That's all I ask!” Jungkook leaves the screen, grumbling throughout the process. Taehyung ignores that.
“Presentable enough to see a sonogram?” Jungkook peeks into the screen, wearing a black T-shirt and a grey jogger, “now?” Taehyung nods, “good. Now sit!” Jungkook sits, cross-legged, waiting. Taehyung takes a deep breath before he holds the sonogram in front of the phone.
There is no sound, no words, no sign of Jungkook still being in line. Taehyung peeks over the sonogram to see Jungkook's face almost touching the screen. Eyes wide and lips parted. “You look like a lost puppy,” Taehyung murmurs, “you know?” “Feel like one too,” Jungkook nods.
“Guide me through it, what am I looking at,” Jungkook murmurs, tracing the screen over the sonogram, “I can't see the baby!” Taehyung curses, “you expected what? A grown baby staring back at you?!” “No, but where is it? I see nothing!” Jungkook furrows his brows, “I am lost!”
“I hate you so much, I seriously hate you so much!” Taehyung looks at the sonogram, “well,” he stares at the photo, “you see...” “You don't see it either, huh?” Jungkook makes a deadpanned face, “don't lie!” Taehyung glares, “I saw it! I know it's there! The quality is so low!”
“Wait here! I will get mimi to find the baby!” Taehyung gets up from the bed. “Finding Nemo was easier, to be honest!” Jungkook murmurs, “I can't believe we both are so hopeless!” Taehyung glares at the screen, “you are making me hopeless. I saw the baby!” Jungkook snorts.
Jimin stares at Taehyung and then down at Jungkook, who waves at him awkwardly. “Let me get this straight,” Jimin wipes his eyes, “you woke me up at ass o'clock in the night to find your baby that you both are unable to find in your stomach?” Taehyung and Jungkook nod. Serious.
Jimin takes the photo and points at the white blob, “here,” he holds it out for the two of them, “your baby. Disappointed in you two. Along with their godfather. Yeah.” Jungkook almost presses himself up against the screen, “that's just a dot.” Jimin stares, “yeah. No shit.”
Jungkook and Taehyung stare. Jimin holds the photo while his eyes go from one to another. “We are having a baby,” Jungkook whispers, “shit, Tae, we are having a baby.” Jimin's heart melts when he notices how Taehyung nods unconsciously. “Yeah,” Taehyung whispers, “we are.”
The silhouette moves around the room. Yoongi can already feel himself reaching out, throat dry and eyes hazy. “Uhhh,” his own voice sounds rough in his ears, but the person hears him. “Hyung! Lie down, you are too drunk,” the man says, rushing to his side. Something breaks.
Yoongi feels it in his chest. Something breaks in him when he realizes it's not the familiar scent of cherries. He is not home. He blinks, the surrounding fog does not lessen, “where-” “You are at my place,” Hoseok murmurs, “lie down, hyung. You are not fine yet.”
Yoongi winces, his eyes settling on the man, “why did you bring me here?” Hoseok bites his lower lip, “I did not know where to take you. You didn't want to go home.” Yoongi sits up, wincing when his muscles hurt, “sorry for bothering you.” “You don't,” Hoseok sounds winded…
Yoongi looks at the man, his eyes moving on Hoseok's face, “I always do though.” With a sigh, Hoseok looks away, “you kept murmuring something I didn't pick up on. I-” Yoongi closes his eyes, “can you call me a cab? I need to go home.” “You can't stand me anymore, can you?”
Yoongi chuckles, “I am trying not to be a burden, Hoba,” he murmurs, “let's not complicate it.” Hoseok snorts, “I never complicated anything, hyung. It was you. It was you who one day showed up, told me we are over and you are going to mate Jimin and-” Yoongi winces, “drop it.”
“Right,” Hoseok snorts, “that’s all you got to say. For me to drop it. Not like you would ever explain yourself or how I deserved an explanation for—” Yoongi hides his face in his palms, “what can I possibly explain? Huh?” he looks at the omega, “what do you want me to explain?”
“Why?” Hoseok chokes out, his eyes blurry, “why did you do it? Why did you leave—” Yoongi lets out a hollow chuckle, “you know why! You know what I did!”
“But, I was ready to forget it!” Hoseok hisses, “I was ready to give us a chance if you really asked me! It was just sex, hyung! So many people have sex before committing. You didn’t have to—”
Yoongi closes his eyes, “I would rather die than leave him in that mess alone! You know how his family is! You know it, Hoba!” “Did you save him?” Hoseok snorts, “do you really think you saved him? Do you really believe you are making him, or yourself, or me happy?”
Yoongi looks at the omega, “I am not. He left, didn’t he?” Hoseok bites his lower lip, “I think he finally caught up to your façade. I think Jiminie finally realized you will never feel what he wished you felt.”
Yoongi looks down at his hands, watching how Hoseok slowly reaches to place his hands on top of his. He watches how Hoseok’s hand curls around his fingers to hold him. Yoongi remembers how Jimin held his hand. So small in his, barely holding onto his thumb with his entire fist.
Jimin always felt so fragile. So tender. So… broken. Yoongi closes his eyes, “I wanted to mend him. I wanted to give him a sense of security he never had, and look at me now,” he forces a chuckle out of him, “I ended up breaking him all over again.”
He pulls away from Hoseok, stumbling up on his feet, "get me a cab, Hoba. I don't want to be here." He doesn't want to be here. Not when his mind reels for at least a closure. A closure before he loses himself. Shit, he is losing himself.
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Taehyung looks at himself, eyes scanning his attire for the fourth time, before he frowns and turns away from the mirror.
“It’s not like he hasn’t seen me in worst,” Taehyung murmurs to himself, “he’s just coming to meet you so that you two can set some ground rules for the upcoming months. Stop acting so weird!”
He picks up the scent blockers and sprays it all over himself before nodding at the mirror. “When is he coming?” Jimin asks from the door of his bedroom, “do I need to prepare dinner?” Taehyung shakes his head, “he said he won’t stay for dinner. He has plans. So, no need.”
Jimin hums, “good. I will just watch something on Netflix till he gets here.” Taehyung eyes Jimin, “you are not dressed.” Jimin snorts, eyes mirthful, “he is not coming here to meet me. I can look like this and be fine.”
Taehyung sighs, “he is not coming to meet me either. Just-” The doorbell rings, Taehyung whips around to stare at the direction of the sound. Jimin chuckles. “I'll get it,” Jimin hums, “you take your time.” “I am done, just need to take the reports with me,” Taehyung hurries.
Jimin whistles to himself while he walks up to the door and opens it. Jungkook stares at him, “Jimin.” Jimin nods, wrapping the long-housecoat around himself, “Jungkook. Take your seat in the living room-” he freezes when the scent invades his senses and looks past Jungkook.
Taehyung walks out to the living room to pure silence. Jungkook is walking in, freezes when he sees Taehyung. Behind him is Jimin, frozen in his spot, and in front of the omega is Yoongi, his eyes on Jimin. Taehyung is not sure what he wants to address first.
Jungkook almost stumbles forward, “Tae-” Taehyung gulps, inhaling the alpha's scent, “Jungkook.” Jungkook steps forward to stand right in front of him, eyes roaming all over Taehyung, “you look pretty.” Taehyung stares, “drop that. I know I am pretty. Take a seat.”
Jungkook fumbles for words, eyes wide. Taehyung points at the couch, goes to sit on the other side. Jungkook follows, sitting across from him. The alpha's eyes never leave him while Taehyung pulls out his reports and sonograms. “I am due around September,” Taehyung starts…
“I'm not going to claim any child support,” Taehyung holds out his reports for a confused Jungkook, “I'm, in return, asking you to sign this contract where it's pointed out that I am, in no way, tied to you, or you cannot force me to stay married to you for the sake of the baby.”
Jimin coughs, “I will just go upstairs,” he points at the staircase, “call me if you need me for anything.” Taehyung nods, watches how Yoongi follows behind Jimin and Jimin stops by the first step to glare at the alpha who glares right back. He looks at Jungkook, “and-”
“Wait,” Jungkook frowns down at the papers, “here it states that we can find ourselves a new partner and move ahead in our lives,” he looks up at Taehyung, “do you want to?” Taehyung nods, “I do, actually. Me,” he looks at where Jimin stands, “and mimi are thinking about it.”
The reaction is immediate. Yoongi whips around to look at Taehyung, and Jungkook arches a brow. Yoongi’s lips curl, “two omegas. Really?” Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, “why not?”
Jungkook fumbles for words, “okay, let me get this straight. You are not coming back with me? You will give birth to my baby here and are thinking of starting something with Jimin?”
Taehyung sighs, “I didn’t mean it the way you two took it. I meant, me and mimi are going to stay here and start a life ahead. Not something sexual.”
“Even if we did mean it sexually, who the hell do you think you are to have an opinion on it?” Jimin frowns. “Your fiancé!” Yoongi chews out, “and, your alpha who you very eloquently left without giving much of a reason!”
Jimin snorts, “the reason is he loves someone else,” his voice turns icy, “and, the reason is, I finally realized, I deserve better.” Taehyung watches Jimin turn on his feet and dash upstairs, while Yoongi watches him go. Then Yoongi follows, running up behind him.
Taehyung closes his eyes, inhales deeply, before he blinks back at Jungkook, “any questions?” Jungkook gives him a disbelieving expression, “many, actually! I have many questions!”
Taehyung nods, “you can ask.” Jungkook looks at him, “how are you?” Taehyung stills for a second, his expression faltering, “f-fine?” Jungkook hums, “I am sorry that you had to go through this alone till now.” Taehyung holds up his hand, “I will go through this alone.”
___________
“No, you are not,” Jungkook speaks with finality in his voice, “I am going to be here. For the two of you. That's,” the alpha's voice comes out strong, “that's our baby.” Taehyung grasps the edge of the shirt he is wearing, “but, only if you agree to my conditions.”
“I will agree to everything, just,” Jungkook reaches out, hand outstretched, “come back home.” Taehyung looks down at the alpha's hand, “you went on a date. I heard. How was it?” Jungkook freezes, his eyes wide, “who-” Taehyung snorts, “Namjoon hyung.” Jungkook's jaw tenses.
“It was not like that,” Jungkook leans forward, “I was just trying to find someone who would act-” “You can find someone for real,” Taehyung shrugs, “I don't mind, Jungkook. I told you, the baby will not be the reason for me to stay in an unwanted bond. Never.”
Jungkook pauses, “unwanted bond…?” Taehyung arches a brow, “isn't it? Both of us don't want this. It was settled since the start.” Jungkook looks at him, the alpha's scent turning sour, “right. Of course, since then,” he breathes out a chuckle, “nothing changed.”
Taehyung watches the alpha, “did anything change? Well,” he points at himself vaguely, “except for this pregnancy?” Jungkook watches him, the alpha's stare unnerving, “nothing. Nothing changed.” Taehyung does not know why that makes his heart squeeze in his chest, he nods.
-----
“Just listen to me!” Yoongi hisses, grabbing Jimin by his elbow, “can you for a second listen to me?!” Jimin whips around, eyes blood-shot, “let me go!” “No!” Yoongi steps forward, “not until you explain what the fck you are doing?! Are you out of your mind?!”
“We are to get married, Jimin!” Yoongi hisses, pressing Jimin up against the wall of the hall, “we are to-” “You still smell like him,” Jimin snorts, “you still carry his photo in your wallet-” “I don't!” Yoongi chews out, “you are just projecting yoru insecurities on me!”
Jimin snorts, “you smell like him! You smell,” his voice rises, “you smell like him!” Yoongi curses, “because he and Namjoon came to the airport. To drop us off! Nothing-” “You never laid a hand on me after that night,” Jimin feels tears blurring his eyes, “never looked at me-”
Yoongi presses in closer, “that's because I thought it must be traumatic for you, since, you know what happened the last time we-” Jimin nods, wipes his eyes, “right. Of course. Us having sex is traumatic to you.” Yoongi slams his hand over Jimin's shoulder, “stop it!”
Jimin shudders, “yeah, let's stop it. Let's stop pretending. I am done pretending. I am done-” “You are done, what?” Yoongi raises his brows, “done, what? Being with me? Being mine?” his voice turns icy, “being my omega?” Jimin closes his eyes when he feels Yoongi lean forward.
Jimin whimpers when Yoongi's lips press against his jaw, “if this is what you want,” Yoongi murmurs, “why didn't you say so?” Jimin takes a hold of Yoongi's shirt, “because, how many times do I need to make a fool of myself for you to notice me? I am tired of trying so hard.”
Yoongi feels the tears on his lips when they roll down Jimin's cheek, “blossom-” “Don't call me that,” Jimin whimpers, “not when it means nothing to you. Not when you have no idea how it breaks me,” Jimin trembles with silent sobs, “not when you feel nothing for me.”
“Take the chance to mend what is really important, hyung,” Jimin pushes Yoongi away lightly, “hobi hyung and you,” his face contorts, “belong together. I was selfish in thinking just about myself. I am at fault. Don't let me hold you back anymore. Do what is right. Go back.”
“I always had a crush on you,” Jimin snorts, “since I met you. I was so stupidly in love. I never realized that you didn't even see me as anything but Hobi hyung's dance class friend and later on, a member of the same friend group. Never saw me as something more.”
Jimin chokes on his words, “you never even liked me,” he forces a smile, “you would always tell me to use scent-blockers. You hated my scent. You would always tell me to not be so loud or shush me for always talking so much. Truth be told, I am not loud, nor talkative.”
“But, I so desperately wanted you to notice me that I acted so loud and like a fool in front of you,” Jimin laughs, tears rolling out of his eyes, “like a moron, I wanted to be more like Hobi hyung so you would notice me. The truth is, I am not him. I never will be.”
Jimin hugs himself, “and, you are never going to love me,” he shivers, feels the chill down his spine, “no matter how long I wait. Love doesn't happen like that. Love is not like that. I realized it late, but, I did. And, now I can't take it anymore. Not anymore.”
“You were always his,” Jimin turns away, “and, you will always belong to him. I know. You know. He knows too. He is just too kind to never speak about it,” Jimin closes his eyes, “he is too kind, and I am so cruel for taking what was and is, rightfully his. I am so stupid!”
“Go back, hyung,” Jimin sighs, “I will make it right this time. No one will blame you. No one will-” “You always smelt so alluring,” Yoongi murmurs, “cherry blossoms don't really smell that strong. I mean, that is a very faint scent. It should not bother me. But, it did.”
- Yoonmin side story is commissioned for this story 🤍
Jimin looks at the man, silently watching Yoongi step forward. Yoongi comes to stop in front of Jimin, “the first time I-” his phone rings and Yoongi frowns, pulling the device out. Jimin watches the name and a breath leaves him when he snorts, “pick up, and, stop lying.”
With that, he walks out of his own room.
Taehyung looks at himself in the mirror. He is showing a little now. His bump a little visible under the shirt he wore. With a tired sigh, he tugs the jeans on, feeling how the rough material of the pant scratches at his sensitive skin. He hates everything about it.
“I hate everything about this,” Taehyung looks over at himself, “I hate everything about the way I look. I hate-” he closes his eyes in frustration, “god, I look pathetic!” There is a knock on his door, and he glares at it. Nowadays, Jungkook's scent is bothering him too much.
“Come in,” he calls out, picking up the belt and staring at himself with a tired sigh, “what is it?” Jungkook pauses by the door, his eyes on Taehyung, “you are not ready yet.” Taehyung glares, “no shit, Sherlock!” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, “what's wrong?”
Taehyung whips around, pointing at his bump, “can't you see?!” he knows his voice is hoarse, “I look odd in this attire! I hate how the pant is too tight. I hate how I need this damn belt to tie it up, and I hate how the shirt looks on me!” Jungkook eyes him, “right.”
Taehyung glares, “right?!” Jungkook sucks in a deep breath, “do you want to change into something else? More comfortable?” Taehyung snorts, “I would like to come in my pajama. Is the CEO okay with it?” Jungkook's jaw ticks, “how about a loose shirt-” Taehyung waves him off.
“Just wait by the door, I will join you,” Taehyung turns around to tie the belt around his waist, hissing when it presses down on his belly. He sees Jungkook looming by the door and arches a brow, “what?” Jungkook has his eyes fixed on Taehyung, “I need to scent you.”
Taehyung looks at the alpha, “what?” Jungkook nods, “it's a party, Taehyung. You cannot go smelling of a baby and not of your mate.” “Because I don't have a mate!” Taehyung glares, “and, I would break your nose if you try any shit like that! Move along, buddy! No scenting!”
Jungkook sighs, “why do you always have to make it harder than necessary?” Taehyung turns around to pick up the lipbalm, “well, maybe because you are always hard to be around?” Jungkook leans against the door, “this is my company's success party! Taehyung, come on!”
“I agreed to go and that's all you are having,” Taehyung fluffs up his hair and picks up his phone before looking at Jungkook, “now, move before I change my mind about going altogether.” Jungkook knows to not push Taehyung's button, and he lets the omega walk out before him.
------ The party is extravagant. Taehyung steps inside the humid room with Jungkook by his side with a protective arm around his waist. Taehyung hates how everyone turns to look at them and then the whispers start. Of how Taehyung looks and how Jungkook looks beside him.
Taehyung is tired of people constantly judging him for how he chose to divorce the alpha. How he decided to stay in his house on only one condition that he will leave after the baby is born. How he is the disgrace of the Kim family. Taehyung knows and hates it all.
“Mr. Jeon, congratulations!” Jungkook's colleagues and parters start to gather around them, congratulating the young alpha. “Jungkook!” Daejung, the youngest son of the Lee family, comes rushing to engulf Jungkook in a hug, “congratulations, darling!” Taehyung eyes the omega...
Daejung's bulging neckline shows too much of his chest according to Taehyung, and Daejung almost throws himself at Jungkook at every chance he gets. Taehyung slowly steps aside when Daejung goes on his tiptoes to whisper something in Jungkook's ear. Jungkook laughs at him.
“Of course, Daejung ssi,” Jungkook nods, squeezing the omega's elbow, “I will surely give you a treat for letting your dad choose our company for the deal.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, looking around the party to check where he can go and sit throughout the party.
“How about you dance with me?” Daejung smiles sweetly, his eyes twinkling, “I would love that.” Jungkook hesitates, looking at Taehyung, “I, uh...” Taehyung waves him off, “I will meet you when you are ready to leave,” he walks off. Jungkook watches the omega go, “right.”
Taehyung finds himself on a stool over the bar. He sits and scrolls through his phone. The blasting music makes him nauseous, and too many scents mixing around him gives him a headache. “Drink for you, sir?” the bartender smiles. Taehyung sighs, “no, thanks.”
“I can make you some juice?” the bartender smiles awkwardly when Taehyung looks up, “I noticed that you are pregnant.” Taehyung sighs, “yeah. Fine, just… something less sugary, please. Thank you.” The bartender turns away and Taehyung turns towards the room when he sees it.
Jungkook and Daejung are dancing to the slow music. The alpha's arms are around the omega's waist, and the omega's arms are looped around Jungkook's neck. They are swaying side by side and almost everyone in the room is looking at them. Taehyung leans against the bar, watching.
Jungkook looks up, as if on instinct, and their eyes meet. Taehyung takes the glass of the juice, slowly sipping from it while he watches Jungkook. Jungkook watches him back. Taehyung sees how the alpha's arms tighten around Daejung. As if challenging Taehyung to do something.
Taehyung huffs out a snort, leaning back against the bar with his eyes fixed on Jungkook. He slowly sips from the juice, licking his lower lip while Jungkook watches. Taehyung holds the eye-contact and Jungkook pulls Daejung closer. Taehyung smirks, arching a brow at Jungkook.
When Jungkook does nothing, Taehyung shifts the glass in his left hand. His right hand slowly reaching for the button of his shirt. His nimble fingers unbutton the first one, eyes stuck on the alpha whose steps falter. Taehyung bites his lower lip to hide the smirk.
The omega tugs the collars of the shirt, watching the alpha take a turn with Daejung in his arms. Taehyung rolls his eyes, slowly pushing the shirt down his one shoulder. Just a little, to show off his collarbones and a hint of his chest. Jungkook stops, eyes hard on Taehyung.
Taehyung laughs when the alpha leaves a clueless Daejung on the dance floor, almost marching down the distance, while Taehyung swirls around on his stool to face the bartender. “Something's funny?” the bartender asks, amused. Taehyung snorts, “you alphas are. All of you.”
He feels it then. Arms on his waist from behind. Hot breath down his nape. Taehyung basks under the attention when those arms tighten around him. “What do you think you're doing?” Jungkook murmurs, voice threatening. “Showing you,” Taehyung arches his back, “who got the power.”
Taehyung sips the juice, “If you think, you rubbing yourself up against an omega is going to drive me nuts, you are wrong, love,” Taehyung looks over his shoulder at the alpha, “pups like you amuse me. Please do better next time.” Jungkook's eyes are hooded, “better?”
Taehyung hums, his tongue coming out to lick and outline his lips, “better. Better like…” he takes a hold of Jungkook's hand to press against his bump, “better like this.” Jungkook growls, his nails digging on Taehyung's stomach, “omega!” Taehyung eyes him, “yes, love?”
Jungkook leans, hot breath ghosting over Taehyung's exposed neck, “behave yourself!” Taehyung lets the alpha press his lips against his neck, his eyes roam over the room while his fingers slowly takes a hold of Jungkook's hair, pulling him closer, “what's the fun in that?”
He tilts his head, giving the alpha access to his neck, while he matches every eye that dares to look their way. Taehyung stares at everyone who dares to stare back until they recoil and turn away. He stares while Jungkook presses kisses down his neck, “they are watching, love.”
Jungkook turns him to face the alpha, “let them.” Taehyung leans back, elbows on the bar-counter, eyes on the alpha who looks winded, “I am not going to put on a shitshow for your office, love,” he takes a sip of the juice, “but, I would like you to know that to not provoke me.”
“Dance around all you want,” Taehyung places the glass on the counter, “fck around all you want, but,” he stands up, eyes firm on Jungkook, “never think of getting a reaction out of me. You forget, you are smitten with me, Jungkook. Since the start. Not the other way around.”
“Now, go and enjoy your damn party before we leave,” Taehyung snorts, “and stop trying to make me jealous of Daejung because he has nothing on him for me to be jealous, okay? Let's not bring my standard down to him. Please. Go, now.” Jungkook watches Taehyung walk off…
Jungkook watches the omega walk down the path towards the balcony. He watches Taehyung leave. There is a fire that burns in him while he watches the omega. The fire that tugged him towards the omega the first time they met, and the fire still pushes him to follow the omega.
Taehyung inhales the fresh air, taking in a lungful before he closes his eyes. He lets his mind reel, lets himself feel. Feel the fire leaping inside him. The fire consumes, and he knows, he is not naive, he knows it's possessiveness. Something he is ashamed of but feels anyway.
He looks at the horizon, the citylights blinking back at him. He curses himself mentally, a hand resting on his bump. He sucks in a breath, “I hate that he affects me, you know?” he murmurs to the baby, “your dad,” he snorts, “it shouldn't. But, it does. He does. I hate it.”
“Little one, I don't know what you will learn as you grow up because I won't be there,” Taehyung frowns when he feels his heart tugs at the thought, “but, I hope you have someone around you to teach you to never bow down to anyone. I hope you learn self-respect. I hope you do-”
Taehyung looks down at his bump, “because, God, you will need it. Yeah? You will need it to survive. And, be obnoxiously proud of yourself. Because,” Taehyung feels his throat closing in on himself, “no one else will be. No one else will show you, show yourself that, yeah?”
“Never let anyone bring your worth down,” Taehyung closes his eyes, “you are priceless, never let anyone tell you otherwise. Don't let anyone walk all over you. Yeah?” The door of the balcony opens and Taehyung curses silently, looking at the horizon with a blank face.
He sucks in a breath when a coat wraps around his frame. He grasps at it and looks over his shoulder at the alpha who is watching him. Jungkook comes to stand behind him, “you will catch a cold,” he whispers, “button up, pearl.” Taehyung hates that nickname. It makes him feel.
Jungkook reaches around him to button up the shirt, eyes on Taehyung. Taehyung holds still, feeling the alpha's arms around him. Their faces are inches away from each other, eyes on each other and then on their lips. “You look so pretty,” Jungkook whispers, “always so pretty.”
Taehyung holds his breath, “what do you want?” “You,” Jungkook doesn't miss a beat, “I want you.” Taehyung snorts, “wanting me got us here, remember?” Jungkook lets Taehyung guide his hands on his bump, “I don't regret it. Not at all. I would not want anyone else for my pup.”
“You just wanted Daejung a few minutes ago,” Taehyung snorts, leans back against Jungkook nonetheless, “forgot about it already?” Jungkook's arms tighten around him, “you know it was just a dance. You know it was to-” “Rile me up,” Taehyung whispers, “I know.”
“If you know, then why,” Jungkook's teeth skim the side of Taehyung's neck, “why do you play with me like that?” Taehyung tilts his head sideways, “it's fun to see you try so hard to unsettle me when we both know, I got you wrapped around my little finger.” Jungkook snorts.
“Is my misery amusing to you?” Jungkook turns Taehyung in his arms, “do you find it funny?” Taehyung's arms go around Jungkook's shoulders, feeling his back muscles contort under his touch, “no. It's not. I don't find it funny.” Jungkook hugs him, “then, why do you do it?”
“Because…” Taehyung breathes out, a whine leaving his lips when Jungkook starts to press open-mouthed kisses over his collarbones, clearly scenting him, “because you are so fcking stubborn, and you would do anything to get your way. I just want to have a say in it too!”
Jungkook growls, “you drive me crazy!” Taehyung press his lips against Jungkook's earlobe, “I know.” Jungkook hisses, “I smell you and now that you are pregnant, you smell even better, and you have no clue how it makes me feel. You have no idea how hard I am trying to hold on.”
Taehyung feels the alpha's scent smearing across his skin, he feels the alpha's voice to his core. He hides his face against Jungkook. “You think it's easy for me?” Taehyung snorts, “you're the alpha father of our pup!” he arches against Jungkook, “you have no idea what I feel.”
“Tell me how do you feel,” Jungkook urges, nose pressing against Taehyung's neck, “tell me because I think I am losing my mind here!” Taehyung bites back a whine, “Jungkook…”
The door opens with a bang and they flinch. Taehyung looks at the omega who walks out, looking at the two of them. “Am I disturbing?” Daejung asks, eyes moving from Taehyung to Jungkook. Jungkook sighs, stepping away from Taehyung, “is he?” Taehyung looks at Jungkook...
Taehyung fixes himself, shaking his head, “no. He is not.” Jungkook's eyes linger on him for a few seconds before he turns to Daejung with a smile, “how about we continue our dance, Daejung ssi? I'm sorry for leaving you alone.” Daejung nods, eager, “of course, Jungkook!”
Taehyung looks outside when the door behind him closes. He sighs, hands tightening on the railing. The coat stays on him, wrapped around him, giving him warmth. Taehyung hugs himself, blinking back at the city lights.
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“Are you hungry?” Jungkook asks when they are out of the party and getting in their car, “I can-” “I will go home and eat something,” Taehyung murmurs, getting inside the car, “thanks.” Jungkook sighs, getting in before he starts the car. Taehyung squirms to sit comfortably.
Taehyung squirms when the seat just does not make him comfortable. He frowns, trying to find that perfect fit until he gives up and looks at Jungkook. “Stop the car,” he nods when Jungkook looks at him, “stop the car, Jungkook.” Jungkook eyes him before stopping the car…
Taehyung wiggles out of the seatbelt then and unties his belt. With a relieved sigh, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes it off his legs. With a satisfied smile, he throws the jeans on the backseat and sits with his bare legs crossed. “Now let's go,” he sighs, relaxed.
Jungkook watches him, his scent spiking in the car. Taehyung rolls his eyes before looking at the alpha. “Are you seriously that deprived of sex that my bare legs are doing it for you?” Jungkook's jaw ticks when he looks up at Taehyung, “no,” he looks back at the street...
He starts the car, his shoulders tensed, “the thought of those legs wrapped around my waist or head is doing it for me.” Taehyung chokes on his saliva, eyes wide on the alpha who looks straight ahead. Taehyung looks away when he feels his insides churn at the thought of it.
Taehyung feels a shiver run down his spine when that hand comes to land on his knee, squeezing it. He forces himself to ignore it, looking out of the window. Jungkook's thumb rubs leisurely over his bare thigh, squeezing the flesh there. Taehyung bites back a whimper...
He shudders when that hand starts to slowly rub circles on his thigh, pushing under the shirt. Taehyung holds his breath, leaning back against the seat when that hand reaches higher. Until it touches his underwear, tugging at it. Taehyung chokes, “Jungkook!”
Jungkook pulls away to change the gear, “yes, pearl?” Taehyung glares at the man when he notices the slow smirk curving up Jungkook's lips. He turns on his seat so his back faces the window, he leans on it and slowly stretches his right foot out to land on Jungkook's lap.
He presses it down on Jungkook's crotch, smirking when the alpha grips his ankle. “Hard, I see,” Taehyung arches a brow, “for your omega or,” he presses his toes down on the alpha's clothed arousal, “for me.” Jungkook grits his teeth, eyes hard on the street, “well...”
He slowly pulls the foot up to press his lips against Taehyung's ankle where the anklet shines before he matches Taehyung's eyes, “aren't both the same person?” Taehyung's heart leaps to his throat, his skin breaking into goosebumps.
Taehyung whimpers when the alpha's pheromones spread in that closed space. The heavy scent engulfing him. He feels his omega answering. His sweet scent curls out of him, mixing with the alpha's pheromones. Jungkook presses soft kisses on his foot before resting it on his lap...
Taehyung closes his eyes, leaning back against the window of the car. Jungkook says nothing, his hand caressing Taehyung's leg. Taehyung blinks, looking down at the alpha, “I wonder how Daejung might be in bed? Judging by how he was throwing himself at you, skilled.”
Jungkook shrugs, “he is very skilled.” Taehyung pauses, “sorry?” Jungkook nods, eyes still on the road, “I know how skilled he is. We did it. Once.” Taehyung freezes, “wha- when?” Jungkook chuckles, “way before meeting you,” he risks a glance at Taehyung, “jealous, pearl?”
Taehyung stares at the man for a few seconds before he snatches his foot away. He sits up and glares outside. “So, you are telling me,” Taehyung keeps his voice under control, “you two fcked before?” Jungkook hums, “he helped me through my rut.” Taehyung gulps, “right.”
Taehyung has never spent Jungkook's rut with him. Not since they were married. He snorts, leaning back against the seat, “damn, you two have history.” Jungkook frowns, “no? He is just a fck. Wha-” Taehyung bites his lower lip, “right.” Jungkook grits his teeth, “what is it?”
“Just drive,” Taehyung sighs, closing his eyes, “I am tired and want to rest myself.” Jungkook curses, turning the car to an empty street before parking it, “will you stop shutting me off?!” Taehyung glares ahead, arms crossed over his chest, “drive, Jungkook. I am tired.”
“No, you can't possibly be angry because I spent my rut with another omega when I didn't even know you existed!” Jungkook throws his hands up, “you can't be serious right now! We have nothing-” “I don't care, okay?!” Taehyung hisses, “even if you do, I don't give a fvck!”
“You can start an affair with him, I don't care,” Taehyung grits out, “hell, you can marry him, I don't care! I don't care if you fck him on the hood of this damn car! I don't care! Just…” he closes his eyes, “drive! Now!”
Jungkook curses loudly, slamming his palm down on the steering before he turns to Taehyung. “What do you want from me?” Jungkook sounds desperate, “I am doing everything I can to keep you safe, happy and comfortable! This is not easy for me, okay?! I am struggling too!”
“Oh, surely you are,” Taehyung laughs, eyes burning on Jungkook when he faces the alpha, “I mean, it must be hard to have a pregnant omega around. Must be hard to try to be a good alpha, but you know what?” Taehyung reaches to squeeze Jungkook's knee, “you are not my alpha!”
“You are not,” Taehyung glares, “so, do me a favour and take the edge off with someone,” he rolls his eyes, “anyone you prefer. Because I am sick and tired of you trying to portray this 'perfect' alpha image in front of me when I don't really care. Go on, have whoever you want!”
Jungkook nods, solemn, “fine,” his eyes are fixed on Taehyung who refuses to even look at him, “if that's all you want, then fine! I will do just that! I will have the 'edge off,' from now on,” he air-quotes, “and, be what you are telling me to be! Good!” Taehyung nods, “good!”
Then Jungkook takes a hold of Taehyung's wrist, making the omega look at him. “What are you doing?!” Taehyung glares, “Jungkook-” “Make it easy for me,” Jungkook grits out, “move around the gear,” he pulls Taehyung up and off his seat, “come on!” Taehyung follows, stumbling.
Jungkook takes a hold of Taehyung's hips and pulls him down on his lap. Taehyung finds himself straddling the alpha, head ducked to not hit the hood of the car, while his arms go around the seat to accommodate himself. “What are you doing?” Taehyung hisses, “Jungkook-”
“Taking the edge off,” Jungkook murmurs, his nose skimming over Taehyung's neck, “you told me to do so.” Taehyung holds his breath when the alpha's hands slowly go down to squeeze his ass. He arches against Jungkook, pressing his chest up against the alpha who smirks up at him.
“Stop me anytime you want,” Jungkook murmurs, teeth digging on Taehyung's shirt and skilfully unbuttoning the first button, “pearl.” Taehyung bites back a gasp when those lips press against his heated skin, leaving behind moist kisses. Taehyung closes his eyes, “Jungkook…”
Jungkook mouths over his collarbones, hands coming up to unbutton Taehyung's shirt completely. Taehyung grips the backrest of the driving seat, lips parted around soft breaths, “not,” he bites back a whimper, “not there!”
His peaks are sensitive, tingles when Jungkook takes one in his mouth. Taehyung looks down at the alpha who sucks on the tip with his eyes on Taehyung. Taehyung throws his head back, “shit!” Jungkook hums, hands squeezing Taehyung's hips, “feels good, pearl?”
Taehyung does not answer, lets Jungkook move from one tip to another before the alpha bites down on one. Taehyung's hands grasp at Jungkook's hair, tugging him back, “I said,” he hisses over Jungkook's lips, “not there!” Jungkook smirks up at him, “guide me where you want me.”
Taehyung hesitates, eyes lingering on the alpha. Jungkook holds still, his eyes never leaving Taehyung. Then, with his grip on the alpha's hair, Taehyung pulls him closer. He lets out a shuddering breath when he presses Jungkook's face against his neck. “Here,” he murmurs.
Jungkook growls, his alpha instinct kicking up when the omega presses him up against his scent gland. Taehyung whines, arching off the alpha's lap while Jungkook's lips press on his neck, tongue lapping the skin there. Taehyung gasps for air, “ohhh…” Jungkook growls again…
“Let me scent you!” Jungkook begs almost, eyes turning golden, “let me scent you!” Taehyung watches, mesmerized, how those golden eyes look up at him. The pure-blooded alpha tearing up to the surface in Jungkook. His own eyes gleam rose-gold, “beg for it. Alpha, beg for me.”
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Jungkook's golden eyes turn bright, those eyelids fluttering when his thumbs draw circles on Taehyung's hips. “Pearl,” Jungkook whispers, “let your alpha scent you. Let him make sure his omega and pup are fine. Please. I,” those nails dig in Taehyung's flesh, “beg you!”
Taehyung arches up against the alpha's chest, hands resting on his shoulders, “alpha…” his mewls, smirks, when Jungkook's breath hitches, “are you sure?” Jungkook gives a curt nod, almost fighting his inner wolf, “yes, omega. I am sure,” he grits out, “let me scent you.”
Taehyung leans back against the steering. His nimble fingers toying with the shirt he wore. Jungkook's eyes drop on them and those golden irises glow brighter. Taehyung slowly unbuttons the first button, eyes on the alpha, nose twitching with the alpha's pheromones in the car.
Jungkook's hands rest on his thighs, squeezing them. Taehyung stops when he has unbuttoned the shirt entirely. He knows Jungkook can see him bare now. Even his growing stomach. Taehyung knows the skin is stretched on his stomach, leaving behind marks he is not really proud of.
Jungkook's eyes slowly trail down, and those hands come up to rest on his bulge. Jungkook leans to press his face against Taehyung's neck. He noses the omega's scent gland while his hands caress the bump. Taehyung's own hands grab at Jungkook's jacket, “off, take this off!”
Jungkook shrugs out of the jacket, throwing it on the back seat before he pulls Taehyung closer to mouth at his neck. Taehyung feels himself grow hard, his hands unbuttoning the alpha's shirt to reveal that pale, unblemished skin for his eyes. Taehyung shudders...
Jungkook's teeth scrape against his neck, dangerously closer to his mating spot. Taehyung grasps the alpha's hair in his fists, tugging him back to look at those eyes, “you try mating me, I will make sure to get rid of you!” Jungkook growls, his alpha instincts awakening.
Taehyung shakes his head, “no!” Jungkook chews the inside of his cheek, “fine! Just,” he curses, “come here.” Taehyung does. He wraps his arms around Jungkook's head, while Jungkook ducks to press open-mouthed kisses all over his neck and down his throat. Taehyung arches up…
Semi —🔞
His lips parting to let out a moan. He feels himself getting wet. Slick slowly dripping out of him. He knows Jungkook can smell it too by the way the alpha's chest rumbles on a growl. Jungkook rubs his chin all over Taehyung's neck, scratching him with his faint stubble there.
Taehyung returns the favour in tenfold. Omegas are more possessive than the alphas, and it shows when Taehyung bites down on Jungkook's shoulder. He ignores the hiss the alpha gives while he leaves behind marks all over that pale skin.
Jungkook curses when Taehyung leaves a bite mark right under his jawline, “you menace! This one will show!” Taehyung shrugs, “good,” his fingers tighten in Jungkook's hair, eyes blazing rose-gold, “I am carrying your claim in me for months. You can carry my mark on you! Right?!”
Jungkook watches him with hooded eyes. For a second, the tension is thick in the air in the car. The alpha and the omega fight in them for dominance. Both of their primal instincts fighting against each other to establish the power dynamic. Until Jungkook leans back, “go on.”
Jungkook rests his hands on Taehyung's thighs and tilts his head up to reveal his throat, “mark your alpha up then, pearl. Let everyone know he has a feisty omega who is carrying his pup.” Taehyung bites back a whine, glaring at the alpha while he leans in, “shut up!”
Taehyung rests his hands on Jungkook's chest and leans to nose the alpha's throat. His lips pressing against the Adam's apple and scrapping there. Jungkook holds back, eyes snapping closed when the omega's tongue presses against his skin. It's a torture. Jungkook craves more.
He sneaks his arms around the omega and pulls him closer. Taehyung nips on his throat, leaving bite marks all over the expanse of the skin. Jungkook hums when those lips slowly trail up to press at the corner of his lips, and then they both are looking at each other.
Jungkook stares, and Taehyung stares back. Their breaths mixing together. Taehyung's eyes slowly drop to Jungkook's lips, and Jungkook's arms tighten around the omega on instinct. Taehyung's eyes flutter, slowly trailing up to match Jungkook's blazing ones. They both lean in.
The sudden knock on the window makes them both startle. Jungkook growls, tugging at Taehyung's shirt to cover him up and then pulling him closer to his chest. Taehyung looks at the shadow on the window and curses. Jungkook sighs, “for fuck's sake!”
The police makes a face when their mixed scents reach him, “you realize this is not a place for hookups, right?” Jungkook stares at the police, “I do.” The police nods, “now, tell me your names and show your licence.” Jungkook sighs, “for fuck's sake! He is my pup's father!”
The policeman eyes them, “then why are you two doing it here and not back at home?!” Taehyung hides his face against Jungkook, “just get this over with! Stop wasting time!” Jungkook glares at the policeman, “here,” he holds out his licence. Taehyung slowly leaves his lap.
“Wear my jacket,” Jungkook grits out, eyes on the police as the man does his work, “backseat.” Taehyung buttons himself up, frowning at Jungkook, “I don't need-” The alpha's eyes shift to him and Taehyung sees those golden irises glow, “wear it, pearl!” Taehyung glares.
He knows it's the primal alpha in Jungkook talking. The alphas don't like exposing their omegas' scents for the others to know, right after scenting them or being intimate. Taehyung reaches slowly for the coat and wraps it around himself, “I hate you so much!”
Jungkook nods at the policeman when it's done and turns to look at Taehyung, “there you go.” Taehyung says nothing, letting the man drive off towards their house. When they reach, he pushes the door open and almost runs inside the house. Jungkook follows right behind.
Taehyung throws the jacket onto the floor and walks inside his room before he is shrugging out of his shirt and pant. He ignores how the alpha stands by the bedroom door and watches him. Taehyung sits on the bed in his underwear and lets out a curse, “god, I feel so sore!”
“I am never attending these parties again,” he glares at Jungkook, untying the chains around his neck and throwing them on the mattress, “I am getting too heavy to move around, and I hate how humid those places are. Those scents-” “Want me to run a bath for you?” Jungkook asks.
Taehyung watches the alpha, “trying to make up for this shitty evening, Jeon?” Jungkook's eyes burn, he nods, “yeah.” Taehyung nods, “go ahead. Don't make it hot! Lukewarm,” Taehyung points at the bathroom. Jungkook hums, slowly stripping off his shirt and walking ahead.
Taehyung walks inside the bathroom when Jungkook calls. He watches how the alpha kneels by the bathtub in his pants, hand in the water. When he hears Taehyung, Jungkook looks over his shoulder, “it's ready.” Taehyung nods, holds those eyes while he strips out of the underwear.
Taehyung slowly dips his toes into the water and then gets in the tub to sit with a long sigh escaping him. Jungkook stays where he was, eyes on him. Taehyung leans back and feels the hard edge of the tub press against his already sore back. He looks at the alpha, frowning.
“Get in,” he murmurs, “my back hurts.” Jungkook arches a brow, “want something else?” Taehyung thinks, “turn off the lights. The moonlight is enough. I am feeling exhausted.” Jungkook hums, “want some ice-cream?” Taehyung nods eagerly, “yes!” Jungkook smiles, “okay!”
Jungkook comes back with a tub of strawberry ice-cream, and turns off the lights before stripping himself off the pant and boxers. Taehyung squirms forward to let the man settle behind him and pull the tub of ice-cream to him. “Hey, I want some too!” Jungkook frowns, “share!”
Taehyung leans back against the alpha while sucking n a spoonful of ice-cream, “no. This is for me and my pup.” Jungkook growls playfully, arms tightening around Taehyung, “and, what does dada do now?” Taehyung bites on the spoon, a smile on his lips, “dada can pout.”
Jungkook pouts, “papa is very rude, baby,” he caresses Taehyung's stomach, “always makes dada upset.” Taehyung squirms to make himself comfortable against Jungkook before he holds up a spoonful of ice-cream, “dada is also very dramatic, baby. You will know soon.”
Jungkook takes the spoonful of ice-cream and presses the cold lips against Taehyung's shoulder, “your papa is a tease.” Taehyung shivers, the coldness of those lips making goosebumps rise on his skin, “dada should stop before papa elbows him!” Jungkook smiles against Taehyung…
His arm reaches around Taehyung to cup the side of the omega's face, and slowly Jungkook makes Taehyung look at him. Taehyung sighs, eyes holding the alpha's and watching how the alpha leans in, “what is dada doing?” Jungkook licks his own lips, “tasting how sweet papa is.”
They both taste like strawberry ice-creams when their lips press together before their tongues invading each other's mouths. Taehyung whines into the kiss, feeling the alpha nip on his lower lip and suck onto the upper one. Jungkook's arms tighten around Taehyung…
“How does papa taste?” Taehyung tilts his head sideways when Jungkook deepens the kiss. Jungkook hums, “the sweetest,” he pulls Taehyung against him, “the best.” Taehyung knows his face is heating up. He knows he is blushing because…
This is the first time they are kissing like this. The first time they kissed was on their wedding and then that night that got Taehyung pregnant. They never kissed like this. Slow, tender, just for the sake of it. Just because they want to. It feels weird to Taehyung.
Weird because he finds himself enjoying it. Weird because… he finds himself leaning into the kiss. Weird in a sense, where Taehyung finds himself relaxing against the alpha. Jungkook hums into the kiss, lips slowly parting, “papa wants some more ice-cream?”
Taehyung nods wordlessly. Watching how the alpha takes a mouthful of ice-cream and confusion colours his face when Jungkook leans in. Taehyung's eyes widen when Jungkook kisses him with a mouthful of ice-cream. Taehyung moans at the taste of it, how it tastes of Jungkook too.
Taehyung whines, “you filthy bastard!” Jungkook takes a hold of the spoon and presses the back of the spoon against Taehyung's jawline. Taehyung shivers, feeling the spoon leave behind a trace of ice-cream on his skin that Jungkook slowly licks with his tongue as he goes.
Taehyung swallows, then Jungkook dips the spoon back into the tub and brings it up to press against his jaw. This time slowly following the line of his throat till he reaches the middle of Taehyung's collarbones. Then the alpha leans to lick the line off Taehyung's skin.
Taehyung grabs the spoon this time, dipping it into the tub while he holds the alpha's heated gaze captive. Jungkook stares at him while Taehyung drips the ice-cream on the hollow of Jungkook's collarbone, leaning in to suck it off the alpha's skin… Jungkook growls, “fvck!”
Taehyung feels pride swell in him to see the alpha like that, “language, dada,” he pouts, “the baby will be upset.” Jungkook's eyes are boring into his when he asks in a heavy tone, “which baby? Ours? Or,” his arms tighten around Taehyung, “mine?” Taehyung sucks in a breath…
When Taehyung doesn't answer, Jungkook pulls him in a deep kiss. Taehyung sighs into it, almost turning in Jungkook's arms to deepen the kiss. “You drive me crazy, you know?” Jungkook murmurs against Taehyung's lips, “you drive me crazy!” Taehyung nods, “I know.”
Taehyung always found alphas, being obnoxious about their muscles, ridiculous. He never understood the charm of masculine figure and the 'turn on' that muscle strength can be to some. He, in fact, hated the idea of physical strength making anyone swoon. He never got the point.
But, when Jungkook got out of the bath, wiped himself clean and wrapped the towel around himself and then held out his hand for Taehyung to take, waited till Taehyung dried himself and wrapped the robe around himself to pick him up to carry him to bed, Taehyung got it.
He feels it. In his bones. In the pit of his stomach. When Jungkook slowly places him on the bed, kisses him breathless and slowly gets in the bed to hover over him, Taehyung gets it. He gets it when his nails dig into those biceps, hands squeezing the muscles there.
He moans into Jungkook's mouth when the alpha's hand slowly travels down to cup his bump. He whines when Jungkook kisses him breathless and unties the robe to look down at him. Bare and beautiful. Jungkook's eyes roam over him and Taehyung feels that gaze. Hot on him.
“I can't,” Taehyung murmurs, recognizing that fire in Jungkook's eyes, “you know, I can't. That was a one time thing. We can't repeat that.” Jungkook holds himself up, his eyes crimson, “I know.” Taehyung slowly wraps the robe around himself, “I think you should go.”
“We don't need to do anything,” Jungkook murmurs, leans to press his lips against Taehyung's ear, “but,” his breath is hot on Taehyung's skin, “can't I stay here? I will just sleep. I promise.” Taehyung knows he shouldn't agree. The lines are already blurring too much, “okay.”
Jungkook slowly lies down behind him, an arm wrapping around Taehyung's waist. Taehyung feels the goosebumps break on his skin when those fingers spread over his bump so possessively. He closes his eyes, shudders, “you are hard.” Jungkook's lips are against his nape, “I know.”
Taehyung breathes out a chuckle, “sorry for that.” Jungkook snorts, “yeah, talk more about my c0ck and watch it go away.” Taehyung bites back a laugh, burying his face into his pillow, “well, if it makes you feel any better. I am hard too.” Jungkook chokes, “nope. Stop!”
Taehyung giggles, biting on his lower lip. Jungkook pinches him, making him laugh harder. Jungkook is quiet behind him for a few seconds and then he chuckles too. “You should laugh more,” Jungkook murmurs, forehead pressing against Taehyung's nape, “happiness suits you, pearl.”
Taehyung's laugh dims to a small smile, “I never really got a lot of reason to be happy.” Jungkook's arm flexes around him instinctively, he is quiet for a few heartbeats before he sighs, “I hope you are happy in the future. I really hope so.” Taehyung closes his eyes.
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Taehyung looks at Jungkook and Jungkook looks back at him. A bright smile on his lips. “What is this?” Taehyung asks, his hand holding the paper, clutching it, “Jungkook-” “You wanted to start working on your own project,” Jungkook smiles, “I got you in the course.”
Taehyung stares at the documents, his six months pregnant belly swirling with nerves the more he stares at it. “The course…” he trails off, “how am I to attend the course in this state?!” Jungkook sits down, “you can take the online course. Yeah? It's only three months!”
“Then you are to give the test, online, and you are free,” Jungkook grins, feels a piece of his heart fall off, “free from us and the course itself. You will start your job in Paris! Taehyung, they will offer you a job in your dream city if you do well!”
“You always wanted to go to Paris,” Jungkook whispers, “I noticed those notes you have pinned on your board in your room. I know you want to work in those fashion houses there. You want to attend the fashion weeks. You are made for that world, Tae. You know that.”
Taehyung feels the baby kick. She always kicks around the day, keeps her papa awake and going. It feels like A constant presence that cheers him on. Taehyung clutches his bump, heavier, rounder, “it's so far away.” Jungkook tilts his head, “from where?” “𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒…”
Taehyung looks down at his bump, “she might need me-” “No, she won't,” Jungkook has a determination in his voice, “she will have me and her nannies and her uncles. You,” Jungkook reaches to take Taehyung's hand, “you don't need to feel trapped, okay? Or guilty. She'll be fine.”
Taehyung looks at the papers and opens his mouth to say something when he walks in. Daejung is radiant in his red shirt and leather pants, his smile wide and steps bouncy as he comes to Jungkook and wraps his arms around the alpha. “I missed you, kookie!” he sighs, pleased.
Taehyung snaps his mouth closed. His eyes travel all over the omega. He takes in how supple Daejung looks. How perfectly he fits in Jungkook's arms and how wide Jungkook smiles at him. Their eyes are on each other and smiles are for each other while Taehyung sits and watches.
“You came back from your trip!” Jungkook sounds pleasantly shocked, “could have called me! I would-” “Pick me up at the airport?” Daejung smiles teasingly, “nah, I wanted to surprise you! Did you miss me?” Jungkook smiles, nods, “of course, I did. How are you, Dae?”
Taehyung looks back at the papers, and it all makes sense now. He looks at Jungkook and Daejung and the papers in his hands, it all makes so much sense now. He blinks faster, frowns at himself for feeling the hollow in his chest before he leans to take the pen. He needs to go.
He slowly gets up, a hand supporting his bump and the other supporting him. He feels useless nowadays, and seeing Daejung doesn't help. It doesn't help to know someone can look that handsome while he is looking like this. A sleep-deprived omega with pale skin and dark eyebags.
Taehyung feels the kick this time. Right under his palm. He suppresses a cry, it hurts. The baby is an alpha and she is healthy. Growing. She is going to be strong. Taehyung clutches his stomach and starts to round the couch to go to his room. To hole himself up there.
“You are coming to meet my parents tonight for their anniversary party, kookie,” Daejung says, “they specially wanted to meet you! Yeah?” Jungkook snorts, “it's not like they don't know me?” Daejung nudges him, “you know what I mean!” Taehyung runs to his room almost.
He slams the door close and pulls out his phone from the pocket of his hoodie. He dials the number while he goes to sit on the bed with a tired sigh. “Did the water break?!” Jimin sounds frantic, “did you vomit again?! Is it the headache? Oh, my god, you are having nightmares!”
Taehyung holds the phone in his grip and listens to Jimin freaking out. Too much love and care sometimes break the dam and Taehyung's dam breaks in front of Jimin. He holds the phone to his ear and breaks down, “can you come here?” he sobs, “I don't feel well. Please?”
“You don't feel well physically or mentally?” Jimin sounds frantic, the sounds behind him increases, as if he walks out of some quiet place, “if it's physical, I need to call an amb-” “I need you,” Taehyung whispers, “just you. No one else. Please.” Jimin is quiet for a second.
Then he curses, “I am coming, okay?” he huffs, breathing harsh against Taehyung's ear, “just hold on. I will be there as soon as I can. Just be on the phone, okay? Don't hang up.” Taehyung nods, wiping his eyes, “I am not hanging up.” “And, don't do anything,” Jimin begs.
Taehyung hears the knock on his door, and he wipes his eyes, “I am just in my room, chim. Don't rush too much,” the door opens, “I don't want you to hurt yourself.” Jungkook peeks in, “hey,” he frowns, “you kind of just left. I didn't even see you leave! What happened?”
Taehyung pulls his hoodie over his bump, trying to hide himself, “nothing,” he shakes his head, forces a small smile on his lips, “nothing,” he waves Jungkook off, “Chim called. So I came here to pick it up and talk.” Jungkook nods, “about the papers-” Taehyung holds them out.
“I signed them,” Taehyung breathes out, long, “let's do this,” his eyes twitch, tears pooling in them, “Paris awaits. Right?” Jungkook steps inside, slowly walking up to Taehyung, “you are going?” Taehyung nods, “finally, huh? You can be on your own. In your house.”
Jungkook takes the papers, going through them. He nods absent-mindedly, eyes flicking through the signatures. “You forgot to sign the last paper,” Jungkook holds it out. Taehyung looks at the alpha, “Jungkook?” Jungkook's eyes are on the paper, “yeah? Sign there, the bottom.”
Taehyung takes a hold of Jungkook's shirt, jerking the alpha closer, “look at me when I am talking!” he knows his voice is loud and rings in the room, he does not care, “I will sign whatever you want later. Hear me, okay?” Jungkook's eyes are still on the paper, “what is it?”
Taehyung's lips quiver, “promise me you will take care of her,” he whispers, voice cracking, “promise me, you will be there for her, and she will be your number one priority. Promise me-” Jungkook snorts, “you don't get to speak about priorities, Tae, when she was never yours.”
Those eyes finally snap to match Taehyung's and Taehyung sucks in a breath. Those eyes are brimming with tears when Jungkook matches Taehyung's gaze. Those red-rimmed eyes hold so much in them, Taehyung feels breathless. Jungkook shakes his head, “you don't get to say it.”
Jungkook's jaw ticks, “you don't get to tell me about my priorities, Tae, not when she was never yours. I don't blame you. I never will. But, know this,” he grips the paper in his hand,
“you both are not just my priorities. You both are everything to me. I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. Your happiness is Paris, independence, a life far away from here, I will give you that. For her? She will have everything she wishes for. I will do it. I will.”
Jungkook looks down at the papers, “these papers, the last one,” he sighs, “confirms your independence from your family. You are no longer under any obligation, be it from your family or from me. You are free. On your own. None of us will be able to hold you back now. No one.”
Jungkook chuckles, a tear rolls out of his eye that he wipes hastily, “your dad threw a fit when I went to him about this. I had to threaten him to sign this. Whatever. This is,” he lets out a shuddering breath, “my gift to you. For bearing my baby, marrying me. For everything.”
“For every time she kicked you,” Jungkook forces a smile on his lips, “for every night she kept you awake. For the back pain you have because of the extra weight. For the sore muscles, every sleepless night you spend and never complain. For doing this when you didn't want her.”
“I see you and I feel so helpless,” Jungkook grimaces, “I try to help, and I read those books about helping an omega and I do everything to ease this experience for you but, I wish I never put you through this. I see you and I feel like I am like your dad, broke your spirit...”
“Held you hostage in a place when you always wanted to break free,” Jungkook looks down, head bowed, “shit, I didn't sleep for nights. The guilt keeps me up that you didn't want any of this and I thought I will be able to make it all right. I was so stupid. I am sorry, okay?”
“I know, those back-messages, those feet-rubs are nothing,” Jungkook snorts, “they did nothing to ease you into loving this experience, and I am so sorry. I wish I could do something to free you. I wish I could take her out of you and-” The growl stops him. Jungkook freezes.
Taehyung has his lips curled, his arms around his belly, “never say that again,” he rumbles out, “never, ever, ever say that again,” his eyes turn rose-gold, gleaming, “I will tear that person apart who tries to take her away from me,” Taehyung growls, “she is my baby!”
“If you think I will let anyone separate her from me, you are sorely mistaken, alpha!” Taehyung's lips curl around a snarl, “she is my baby! I raised her in me! No one, no one, is going to take my place in her life and her place in mine! Never say that again! Try and watch me!”
Taehyung grips Jungkook's shirt, “I am giving her to you to take care of her, Jungkook,” he hisses, “but she is still my baby. Always will be. You are mistaken if you think I will abandon her! I can be anywhere in this world, but I will come to meet her. She is mine! Okay?”
Taehyung's lips quiver, “she is mine too. You are so wrong for thinking I don't love her. You are so wrong for seeing my struggles and thinking I would hate her for that. I never did. I never will. I want my freedom, yes, I want my career, my dreams, yes. But, she is mine too.”
“Jungkook, I-” Taehyung lets out a shaky breath, “you helped so much. I would not be able to do this without you,” he smiles at the alpha, cups Jungkook's face, “those feet-rubs?” he smiles, “they helped me so much. Your massages helped so much too. You did so much, alpha!”
“You will make a great alpha to your omega,” Taehyung whispers, “you are everything an omega can wish for in their life-partner, Jungkook! You are everything a person would want to have beside them during this time. You are-” “Then why don't you want me?” Jungkook chokes out.
Those tears finally topple over the rim of Jungkook's eyes, “then how come you are not the omega I can be the alpha of?” Taehyung shivers, feels the chill run down his spine, “Jungkook-” Jungkook holds Taehyung's wrists, “let me stay. I will not ask for anything. Just, please-”
“I will just be by your side,” Jungkook hurries to talk over the hiccups of his sobs, “hell, I will not say a word if you have affairs. I will not stop you from dating or having a life or finding someone else. Just,” he whimpers, “stay by my side. Don't leave. Me. Us. Please.”
“You don't deserve that,” Taehyung cries, “you don't deserve such a low life,” he cups Jungkook's face, “you don't. Stop. You are not made for that life!” Jungkook shakes his head, urgently pulling Taehyung in a hug, “I get to decide what I deserve. I want you. Here. Please!”
Taehyung feels the alpha's face bury against his chest, those sobs pulsate through him, “I deserve to be with the person I love,” Jungkook whispers, slowly pulling back a little to look Taehyung in the eyes, “and, I…” he breathes out, eyes wide, “I am in love with you.”
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"No, you are not," Taehyung speaks, tone void of any emotion, "no," he shakes his head, "you are in love with the baby and you are in love with the idea of a family that you think we can be. Your wolf is used to me. The primal instinct is making you say it. You don't love me."
“You are not in love with me,” Taehyung pulls away, “you cannot be in love with me.” “Are you going to dictate how I feel now?” Jungkook wipes his eyes, “are you going to decide how I should feel now? Because, I know myself way better than you do. I know what I am saying!”
Taehyung closes his eyes, jaw ticking, “I am not,” he shakes his head, “I am not in love with you. If you are, I am sorry, but I am not in love with you.” Jungkook looks at him, eyes taking in the omega, “you are...” he breathes out, “not in love with me.” Taehyung nods, “no.”
Jungkook's jaw hardens, he blinks down at the carpet, “right,” he nods, “of course. I mean,” he forces a laugh out of his chest, “of course, you are not. I am everything an omega can wish for in a life partner, but-” “I don't wish for a life-partner,” Taehyung whispers, “no.”
“You are everything,” Taehyung refuses to match those eyes, “but, not mine. I don't want you to be mine. Because, I know, I can't be yours.” Jungkook gets up then, turns around to hide his fresh tears from the omega, “right. I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'll go.”
Taehyung watches Jungkook storm out. He flinches when the door slams behind the alpha, and then he picks up the phone. “You heard,” Taehyung whispers, “I-” “Why would you ever let him go?” Jimin whimpers, sniffles, “Tae, you can be everything you want while staying with him!”
“My dad had two pages of vows for their wedding,” Taehyung grits out, “if you heard them, they were the most promising and romantic shit ever. Tell me, chim, how many he did he fulfil? Do you really think Jungkook will be any different? He doesn't love me! Not at all!”
“He is just projecting,” Taehyung shakes his head, picks at a loose thread on his bedsheet, “his alpha wants a home to come back to. He knows he is having a baby with me. He wants to keep the family intact. It's instinct. Not love. Also? I don't love him! I don't!”
“You don't make sense to me anymore,” Jimin murmurs, “you don't make sense at all.” Taehyung scoffs, “oh, but you make sense to me? You make sense arranging a date between Yoongi hyung and Hoseok hyung? You make sense when you try to be their wingman? Do you make sense, Chim?”
Jimin sucks in a breath, “it's different. In my case, I am the outsider. They love each other. Still do! In your case, you are simply running away from what's right. That leads nowhere, Tae. You can just sit and-” “Just come over, okay?” Taehyung sighs, “I'm hanging up now.”
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Jungkook looks at the clock on the wall in his office with a tired groan. Jimin is with Taehyung in the house, so he is staying at the office late. But, it's almost past eleven. Jungkook doesn't want to go back. So, he gets up and walks out of the office to get some cofee.
He halts by the door when he sees the light of the other room is still on as well. He walks up to it and opens the door. “You are still here,” he frowns, walking in, “still not done?” Yoongi looks up from his laptop, “no, just going over some numbers. I will be late.”
Jungkook comes to sit at the edge of the table, “just go home, hyung. You can do this tomorrow.” Yoongi shakes his head, sips from the coffee beside him, “nah. It's alright. It's not like,” he breathes out, lips pulled up mockingly, “anyone is waiting for me in that apartment.”
Jungkook looks at the alpha, takes in how tired Yoongi looks. The dark-circles around his eyes. The tension of those shoulders. His lips pulled down on a frown. Skin so pale. “Talked to Jimin?” Jungkook knows he hit a nerve when the alpha's eyes shift colour, “since he left?”
Yoongi chuckles, “I don't know what to tell him? I mean, he is not wrong?” Yoongi leans back against his chair, “since the day we got engaged, there was a part of me that always knew I will never love another omega. Be it Jimin or anyone else. I loved Hoba. You know?”
“I always knew that place in my heart will always belong to Hoba,” Yoongi closes his eyes, “I always knew I will never look at another omega the way I looked at hoba.” Jungkook nods, “but?” Yoongi's eyes snap to his, “but, what?” Jungkook chuckles, “there's a 'but' coming.”
Yoongi looks out of the window, at the city lights, his eyes have a forlorn look in them, “I felt this way till Jimin left. I felt like a part of my heart belonged to Hoba every time I looked at Jimin. Every time, I planned my future with him. Every time I went home to him.”
Yoongi's lips curl up around the corners with something hollow, “then he left. He left and,” he sucks in a breath, “it felt like Jiminie reached inside me, tore my heart out and took it with him. Not a part. Not a piece. All of it. My entire heart. He took with him.”
Yoongi's jaw clenches, “I didn't know how it feels like to lose something that was so given to me. Him. For me. Always there for me. Always mine. I didn't know he can leave. I didn't think he will leave. I didn't think he would ever leave. I didn't know it will hurt so bad.”
Jungkook looks down at his hand, “do you think… you can fall in love for a second time?” Yoongi looks at him, eyes focusing on Jungkook, “I think,” he bites his lower lip, “I think you fall in love once, Jungkook. I just think, we go through several to find that 'one,' for us.”
Jungkook looks up at Yoongi, “and, what if your first love is your true love, but they don't love you?” Yoongi's eyes gleam, he reaches to squeeze Jungkook's knee, “then you let them go.” “Like you let Jimin go?” Jungkook wonders. Yoongi's jaw locks, he looks away.
Jungkook stands up, turning on his heel to leave. He opens the door of the cabin when he hears Yoongi's soft voice. “Try, okay?” Yoongi murmurs, “try your best to make him see you are the one for him too, because,” his voice cracks, “when they leave, it fcking hurts so bad.”
Jungkook grips the doorknob, eyes on his whitening knuckles, “you had him, hyung. You lost him. I,” his ribcage squeezes around the heart, “I never had him to begin with.” He walks out of the cabin.
“She is absolutely healthy,” the doctor smiles wide, “weights just perfect. Her heartbeat is normal. She is a little irritated because of the surrounding scents,” he holds the baby in his arms, “only knows one scent, right? Of her papa's scent. So, here. Hold her closer.”
Taehyung feels his heartbeat pick up while he reaches for the bundle. He slowly and carefully takes the baby off the doctor's arms and looks at her for the first time. For a second, everything stops. All the noises of the cabin, the pain shooting through him, the baby's whines…
It's only the baby's warmth in his arms and the baby's face for his eyes. Taehyung's vision blurs when he notices the baby has a mole under her lip. Right where her dada has one. “She has your mole,” Jungkook chokes out, “under her eye.” Taehyung didn't see that one…
Now he does, and he cannot look away. The baby's eyes are closed, long lashes fluttering over her soft skin. That button nose squints when she whines and tries to squirm out of Taehyung's hold. “Put her on your chest,” the doctor smiles, “let her smell her papa. Yeah?”
Taehyung is afraid. Afraid of holding her so close to his heart when the baby already holds that organ in her small fist. He is terrified of holding the baby closer because letting her go will hurt just more. He pulls her on his chest, a shudder running down his spine.
“We need to name her,” Jungkook's mother whispers, voice clogged, “what do we name her? What would you call him, Tae?” Taehyung does not care what they call her. He has a name for her. For her, from him. “Sarang,” he murmurs, “my Sarangie.”
Taehyung chokes on a silent sob when those small fingers wrap around his thumb and Jungkook's hand comes up to hold theirs underneath. He stares. His eyes moving from the baby's fingers, to his hand and to Jungkook's palm, so protectively holding them both. “Our Sarangie.”
Taehyung feels Jungkook wrap his other arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. Taehyung goes, surrenders to his omega instincts for the moment. He holds the baby between them, eyes stuck on that sleeping face. Jungkook's arm tightens around him, “she's pretty like you.”
Taehyung hums, “and, strong like me too, look,” he holds up his hand, “she is holding on so tight.” Jungkook's chest expands with a sharp breath, “maybe she's afraid of letting go. Maybe she knows your plan.” Taehyung feels the chill settle in his heart, eyes on her, “oh.”
“So, about the baby's condition,” the doctor is speaking, “the papa is not going to be around?” he looks at the couple, “so, you are thinking of setting her up for formulas?” “Is that okay?” Jungkook wonders. The doctor nods, “it is. She is an alpha. She will cope.”
“Alphas are born with strong immune system, so she will be fine,” the doctor assures them with a tender smile, “it's okay, yeah? Some omegas can't produce milk, some don't make it out of the OT, the babies grow up just fine. Yeah? No worries. She will be fine.”
Jungkook squeezes Taehyung's arm, “she will be fine, okay?” Taehyung nods, wordlessly holding the baby closer. He rubs his nose over her head, inhales how squeaky clean she smells. She smells of nothing. Too young to have her own scent. Taehyung frowns, looking at her.
He rubs his cheek against her, lips pressing over her neck and chest. She squirms, hands pressed against Taehyung's face, and Taehyung kisses those small hands. She still smells very neutral. Very new. Taehyung's scent is light, an omega's scent doesn't linger for long.
“Scent her,” Taehyung whispers to Jungkook, “scent her.” Jungkook hesitates, looks at the doctor, who nods with a smile before leaving the cabin. Jungkook slowly leans to take the baby in his arms, holding her to his chest. “Careful,” Taehyung winces, “you'll drop her!”
Jungkook sits on the bed, carefully holding Sarang closer to his chest and nosing up her cheeks. He smiles wide when her nose scrunches up, looking exactly like her dada. Taehyung watches how Jungkook holds the baby, his pheromones seeping out of him to smear all over her.
Then Jungkook holds her in the middle of them and Taehyung nods. He takes the baby's wrist and presses his lips over the pulse point. Slowly licks there to leave behind a trace of his omega pheromones before Jungkook presses his mouth right on that point.
It's primal. It's like their inner wolves taking a control of the pup. It's an announcement of who this pup belongs to. A family. Taehyung's eyes hold Jungkook's when the alpha looks up at him. Between them their daughter sleeps, smelling like the two of them.
Jungkook's eyes hold Taehyung captive, “congratulations,” Jungkook whispers, “you are a father now.” Taehyung sucks in a breath, nodding, “you too. Dada,” he whimpers when that hand grasps at his nape, tugging him forward. The kiss is intense, both of them frustrated…
Both of them have tears clinging to their eyelashes. Both of their hearts hammering in their chests. They know life outside this cabin will not be like this. They will part ways. So, they hold on a little bit tighter. They kiss a little bit intense, a lot more heartbreaking.
“When are you leaving?” Jungkook asks between the kiss, “for Paris?” Taehyung shrugs, eyes screwed shut and lips pressed against Jungkook's, “in a month.” Jungkook hums, “good. Leave before I don't let you.” Taehyung pulls back, lips tingling, “don't let me?”
Jungkook's eyes are golden when he looks at him, nods, once, “yeah,” he nods again, “don't let you. Leave before I force you to stay. Leave before I snap because,” he looks down at Sarang, “I am hanging by a thin thread, Taehyung. So, leave before that thread breaks.”
Jungkook's thumb caresses Sarang's cheekbone, “my mum wants me to marry Daejung. Every day she begs me to think about the baby,” his voice drops, “Daejung already told me he will be good for my baby. He already planned so much. You know?” Taehyung stares, “Daejung…?”
Jungkook looks at the baby, “so, leave before I break and beg you to stay because I can't do this alone. I will not be able to do this alone!” Taehyung stares at the alpha, “are you thinking?” Jungkook's eyes snap to his, “about marrying him for Sarang?” his jaw locks, “yes.”
Jungkook looks down at the baby, “for her, I might. She needs-” “She doesn't,” Taehyung looks down at Sarang too, “you do. You need an omega. You. Don't blame her-” “I am not blaming her,” Jungkook hisses, “I am just stating the fact that she needs an omega parent.”
Taehyung snorts, “just say you need someone. She is totally fine, Jungkook-” “You would never get it,” Jungkook looks away, “fine, if that makes you feel better, yes. I want an omega. I want someone for myself too. Is that what you wanted to hear? I want Daejung. Is that it?!”
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Taehyung watches how Jimin cradles the baby in his arms, tears clinging to his eyelashes while he speaks softly to Sarang. “I am your godfather, uncle,” Jimin scrunches his nose up, “Jiminie. Whatever you call me. I always took care of your papa. I will take care of you too!”
Jimin's lips tremble, “I will always be here to protect you, okay? Nothing will get you, my Sarangie,” he presses his cheek against the baby's chest, eyes closing. Taehyung opens his mouth to say something when the door of the cabin opens to reveal Jin and Yoongi.
Taehyung watches, while Jin walks right in, Yoongi lingers by the door. Frozen. His eyes stuck on Jimin and Sarang in his arms. The alpha's eyes illuminate, the ring of gold spreading over the pupil the more he stares. Jimin is talking to Sarang, lost in her. He smiles…
Taehyung watches how Yoongi grips the doorknob, his jaw tightening. “You are the most precious baby in this world, you are,” Jimin giggles, “you are. You so are,” Sarang gargles, squirming comfortably in his arms, “that's right. You are.” Yoongi's scent bursts in the room.
It spreads, engulfs each corner and carries in the air. Taehyung's eyes shift to Jimin, who goes stiff. His eyes on Sarang, but he sits up straight. Then the omega looks over his shoulder, and Yoongi's pheromones grow strong in the air. Jimin slowly turns away, eyes closing.
He holds Sarang out for Taehyung to take and sits there looking at nothing but the bed. Yoongi closes his eyes, inhales deeply and the scent in the room starts to dim. Slowly it fades and Yoongi takes a few more steps to come and stand beside Jin. “Congratulations,” Jin smiles.
“Thank you,” Taehyung points at the table where flowers are already lining up, “I am so sorry but can you place the bouquet there?” Jin nods, “of course,” he nudges Yoongi and the alpha goes to place their flowers on the table before he comes to stand beside Jin.
Jin and Taehyung talk. Jin asking how Taehyung feels and how Sarang is doing, while Taehyung feeds him the details. Jimin sits motionlessly, his eyes anywhere but on the alpha. Then the door opens again and Taehyung almost curses. Hoseok and Namjoon walk in with Jungkook.
Taehyung's eyes shift on Jungkook with a glare, and Jungkook makes a puppy face back. They watch how the four look at each other. As if they have seen a ghost in each other and now not sure how to react. Taehyung watches how tightly Jimin grips the bedsheet.
His knuckles are white, fingers trembling where they grip the bedsheet. Taehyung watches, his own heart cracking, how Jimin's face breaks into a warm smile. He takes Hoseok's hand in his, “hyung, look how pretty our Sarangie is!” he pulls Hoseok closer, “you are late!”
Hoseok lets out an audible breath, nodding and quickly forcing a smile on his lips, “yes, I am late. Namjoon was still in a meeting and I wanted to wait for him, but,” he looks at Sarang, “oh, God, look at her!” Jimin nods, “just as pretty as her parents! Joonie hyung, see!”
Just like that, everyone's attention goes to Sarang. They all lean in to look at her and talk about how beautiful she is. Taehyung watches how silently Jimin stands up, backtracks, and leaves the room. Taehyung's eyes find Yoongi who watches him go too. Standing beside Hoseok.
Hoseok grasps Yoongi's wrist, “look how pretty, hyung!” Yoongi startles, looking at Hoseok first and then at Sarang, “y-yes,” he nods jerkily, “yeah. Yeah, she is very pretty!” Namjoon looks over at Jin, “she might take your title, Mr. Worldwide handsome.”
Jin's eyes find Namjoon, and he nods, “she can have my everything, I don't care.” Their eyes linger on each other. Taehyung watches, bitterness filling him to the brim, how Jimin falls right out. How Yoongi goes to smile at Hoseok and how Jin and Namjoon stare at each other.
He wishes he could run after Jimin. He wishes he could shout at them to leave because he doesn't want anyone there. Just Jimin. As he was. Since the birth. Taehyung chews the words inside, looking at Sarang and breathing in deeply. He counts in his head to not burst.
Then his eyes find Yoongi who slowly pulls out of Hoseok's grip. Who looks at the door and back at Hoseok. Whose eyes linger on Hoseok for a few seconds before he turns and almost jogs out of the room. Taehyung sucks in a breath, looking how Yoongi dashes away.
Taehyung feels the flutter in his chest. A sense of hope and a weak sense of happiness bubbles inside him. He looks at the closed door with a small smile on his lips. He looks back at Sarang and feels eyes on him. When he looks up, Jungkook is watching him with a brow arched.
“That's kind of partial of you,” Jungkook sits beside him, arm going around his shoulder, “that victorious smile.” Taehyung shrugs, looking at Sarang, “if it comes between mimi and anyone else, I will happily sacrifice that person. No questions asked.” Jungkook snorts, “I see.”
Taehyung opens his mouth to say more when the door opens again. He feels Jungkook's arm tightening around his shoulder. The alpha going rigid beside him for a few seconds before he relaxes. Taehyung frowns, looks back at the door and freezes.
Jungkook's mother smiles wide, her eyes on Sarang and her hand presses against Daejung's shoulder, “there she is. My princess!” Taehyung grips the quilt, eyes hardening while he watches Daejung take slow steps towards the crib. Jungkook stands up, “mum? You brought him here?”
Mrs. Jeon smiles wide, nods enthusiastically, “yes! Daejung and Sarangie need to bond, no?” she looks at Taehyung then, “when Tae leaves, you would not want Sarangie to be in a stranger's arms, now, would you? Let them get used to each other, Kookie! Come on!”
Daejung looks at Taehyung and back at Sarang. He points at her and eyes Taehyung fearfully. “May I?” his voice almost trembles. Taehyung wants to say no. He wants to take Sarang in his arms and never give her to anyone else. But… Mrs. Jeon is right. Taehyung knows that.
He nods, once, “yes,” from the corner of his eyes, he can see Jungkook watching him, he keeps his eyes on Daejung, “just make sure you talk to her. She likes to know people by their voices.” Daejung lets out a deep breath, “of course! Yes!” Taehyung looks away when he advances.
He hears. He hears how Daejung calls Sarang's name. How sweet he sounds. How warm his voice is. How Sarang whines, makes that soft purring noise she always makes when she likes someone's presence. Taehyung closes his eyes, face turned away, when he hears Daejung giggle.
“I think she likes me!” Daejung giggles, sounding relieved, “see, aunty!” Mrs. Jeon chuckles, “who would not like you?” Taehyung blinks, tries to focus on anything but that conversation. His eyes find Jungkook, who is watching Daejung and Sarang. Taehyung focuses on the alpha.
Jungkook's eyes flicker from Daejung to Sarang and Taehyung can see the alpha's eyes fill with something like longing. The alpha smiles when Daejung calls his name, shows him how Sarang is holding his finger. Jungkook nods, the smile slowly turning painful when he looks away.
Jungkook looks away to look at Taehyung. Jungkook looks at him with accusation and pain and plea, mixed together. Taehyung holds that gaze, his own heart racing in his chest. “You would make such a great family!” Mrs. Jeon chokes out, emotional, “oh, I am so-” Taehyung sighs.
“I think we should let the omega rest,” Jin speaks up, voice tight, “Kim Jeon Taehyung,” he presses on the name, “and his alpha. They might want to be alone with their baby that is only a few days old. Let's not overwhelm them and get out of here, yes? Come on, everyone. Move.”
“He just had Jeon family's first alpha,” Jin chews out, eyes stuck on Mrs. Jeon, “he just carried the baby for nine months. If nothing, he deserves the acknowledgement and respect for that. I would like it if people stop replacing him before he is even gone, yes? Am I clear?”
Mrs. Jeon frowns, “it's not like I am replacing anyone. He is the one who doesn't want to stay-” “In Jungkook's life, yes,” Jin nods, curt, “but he never said he would leave his baby. So, I think we should stop making it look like we are replacing Sarang's papa. Okay?”
Jin turns to Taehyung, his eyes hold the pain Taehyung feels, “I know how hard it is to choose between your heart and your mind,” he gulps, eyes flicking over to Namjoon, “I know how strong you are being, Taehyung. I am sorry that no one is getting you. I will. I am here, yeah?”
He caresses Taehyung's hair, “hyung got you,” Jin whispers, “having a dream is not wrong,” he looks back at Mrs. Jeon, “wanting something for himself is not wrong. He has dreams, unlike others who are happy being a trophy husband. But, that does not give you any right to act +
+ like this! Now, please, give them some privacy and leave them alone. Let the omega rest and Sarangie too. Let them rest. Whatever it is, they are all adults. They will decide for themselves. We don't need to be this bitchy about it,” Jin ignores the gasps, “move, everyone.”
Taehyung watches how Daejung slowly puts Sarang down in her crib and everyone walks out of the cabin. Jin stops by the door of the cabin, looking at Taehyung, “I got you, bub.” Taehyung's eyes fill with tears, he nods, throat too tight to speak. Jin smiles, closes the door.
Taehyung closes his eyes momentarily before he reaches for the crib, winches when he can't get there. Jungkook rounds the bed and picks up Sarang and holds her out for Taehyung to take. Taehyung holds her in his arms and presses her closer to his chest.
“He will be a great parent to her, I know,” Taehyung murmurs, looks at Jungkook, “omega instinct. He is rich, a little spoilt, a little in love with you,” he chuckles, “but, Daejung is a good person,” he tells Jungkook, “so, I know he will be a good parent to her. Calm down.”
Taehyung presses his lips against Sarang's temple, “I just…” his face contorts, “it's too soon, you know? Seeing her like that… I am sorry. I know, what Mrs. Jeon said, she is not wrong. Sarangie needs to get used to his pheromones. Him. I know that. But, can we take it slow?”
“How about he stays at your place for this one month and I see them bond?” Taehyung grips Sarang closer, “so, when I leave, I know she is in good hands. I need to get used to this too, Jungkook. Letting her go. I need this one month to get used to it too, you know?”
Taehyung chuckles, looks down at the baby, “you three,” he chokes out, “will make a great family,” he nods to himself, “this time, it will be a family, Jungkook. Not a stupid bet, not an arranged marriage where both of us were not ready. A perfect family. I can see it.”
“Hey, this time you can have a baby with your mated partner who would not shy away from the mating bite and bond!” Jungkook watches him, face blank, “yeah. I am sure Daejung would show off our mating bite proudly!” Taehyung hums, eyes on Sarang, “you would look good together.”
Jungkook hums, comes to sit on the bed, “I am sure he would love to be with me during his heat or my rut,” he keeps his eyes on Taehyung who freezes, eyes still on Sarang, “I am sure he would love to call me alpha when I fu-” Taehyung hisses, “there's a baby here! Language!”
Jungkook snorts, “sorry,” he leans to press his lips against Taehyung's ear, hand coming up to hold Taehyung by his nape, “how about I whisper it for only you to hear? How I am going to fu-” Taehyung turns away, “stop it, Jungkook.” Jungkook shakes his head, “nope, let's talk!”
“You want to talk about my perfect family, right? You want me to have kids with Daejung, right?!” Jungkook holds Taehyung tightly, “then, how about we fvcking discuss the process too?! If you are so invested!” Taehyung closes his eyes, “I didn't mean it that way! I just-”
“No, no, that's alright,” Jungkook hisses, “I want four kids! I want to come home to him spread on the bed I fcked you on! I-” Taehyung whips around to glare at him, “why do you always have to make it so vulgar?!” Jungkook snorts, “why do you always have to make it so painful?”
Taehyung watches the alpha, “why are you so intense? Why can't you just-” Jungkook arches a brow, “what? Be a doormat for you to walk all over? Bend over as you would like? Tell me what you want, Taehyung, because I just might as well do it. Tell me, you want to see me fck him?”
“If you are so invested,” Jungkook's lips trail down the side of Taehyung's exposed neck, “would you want to see me mate him too? Want to be there while I get him pregnant? Fix my perfect family for me? Do you want that, Taehyung?” Taehyung holds Sarang against him, “Jungkook…”
Taehyung holds the baby tightly, “you will wake her up.” Jungkook pushes Taehyung down on the bed, slowly takes Sarang from him, “let her sleep then. I need to talk to her papa and fix some of his thoughts for him. Yeah?” Taehyung grips the quilt, eyes on the alpha.
Jungkook puts Sarang down in her crib. He shrugs out of his jacket and drops it on the couch before coming to sit beside Taehyung on the bed. “Scoot,” he nudges Taehyung, watches how the omega squirms away to make space for him, “good.” Jungkook lies down beside the omega.
“I didn't scent you after she was born,” Jungkook murmurs, “let's scent you while I tell you what my perfect family looks like, yeah?” Taehyung sucks in a breath, “why do you want to scent me?” Jungkook's eyes flash, “because you are still my omega and my baby's father!”
“Because, you are sitting here,” Jungkook grits out, “in this flimsy hospital gown, among so many alphas and smelling like nothing but an unmated omega. I will go nuts if I have to tolerate that for a minute longer! Come here!” Taehyung scoots closer, “okay, calm down, dada.”
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Taehyung closes his eyes when he feels those lips on his scent gland. His pheromones spiking in the air, along with the alpha's heady scent. Jungkook goes through the process of scenting silently, his muscles tensed, jaw locked and eyes hard on Taehyung.
Taehyung ignores how the alpha's scent makes him feel. He ignores how Jungkook's proximity makes him feel, and he never acknowledges the itch he feels when he smells the alpha. Bare of any scents himself. “Now sleep,” Jungkook murmurs, “I will see you later.”
Taehyung slowly lies down, eyes on the ceiling. Jungkook is beside him, leaning on his elbows and looking exhausted himself. Taehyung looks at the alpha, eyes travelling over those edges of that face. He sighs, squirms away a little more to make some space.
“What?” Jungkook asks, confused. Taehyung looks away, “take a nap. You are here since Sarangie is born. You need some rest too.” Jungkook says nothing. Taehyung looks back to see the alpha looking at him. “No,” Jungkook shakes his head, “I don't want to bother you.”
“Also,” Jungkook's voice drops an octave and Taehyung steels himself for the blow, “Daejung might be waiting for me. See you, Taehyung.” Taehyung keeps quiet while the alpha storms out of the room. He looks out of the window then, letting out a deep breath, “right.”
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“Shh, shh,” Taehyung whispers, swaying Sarang back and forth in his arms, “that's it, baby. I am right here. Papa is right here, how about you try to sleep, yeah?” It's past three in the morning and Sarang is screaming her lungs out. Taehyung feels like crying himself.
“She is still not asleep?” Taehyung whirls around, “no,” he shakes his head, tears brimming in his eyes, “what am I doing wrong? Why is she crying? Does she not like me? Shall I call someone else? Jungkook-” Jungkook steps inside the room, “give her to me and calm down.”
Taehyung holds her out for Jungkook and watches how she quiets in Jungkook's arms before hiding her face against Jungkook's chest. Something breaks in Taehyung, and he is looking away, “I think she hates me. I mean,” he shrugs, “that's better, right? The less attachment, the-”
Taehyung gasps when Jungkook takes a hold of his wrist and pulls him closer. Taehyung almost slams against Jungkook's chest, looking at the man with wide eyes. Jungkook holds Sarang in his one arm while his other goes around Taehyung, “she can smell your distress. That's it.”
Jungkook presses his lips against Sarang's forehead and then noses Taehyung's hair, “she is stressed because you are stressed, she can smell that on you. Calm down, pearl. How about you go and take a shower while I sing her to sleep? Yeah?” Taehyung nods, “she doesn't hate me?”
Jungkook's eyes are tender, “no,” he holds something heavy in his voice, “she loves you. More than anyone in this world. She would never love someone as much as she loves you. You are irreplaceable, Taehyung. She loves you. Okay?” Taehyuyng chokes on a sob, nods stiffly, “okay.”
Taehyung goes to take his towel and stops when he sees Jungkook go and sit on the couch near the window. His shirt wrinkled, tie hanging low around his neck, those sleeves rolled up till his elbows. He looks exhausted himself. “have you, umm,” Taehyung hesitates, “eaten?”
Jungkook looks at him, nods, “I went to eat out with Daejung.” Taehyung nods, looks down at his hand over the doorknob, “okay.” Jungkook watches him, “Daejung's father was there too. It was for the business deal.” Taehyung nods, “I see. Okay.” He walks inside the washroom.
Jungkook is asleep when Taehyung comes out of the shower. Sarang is in her crib and Jungkook is leaning against the crib with his eyes closed and mouth open while he sleeps. Taehyung watches the alpha, takes in how exhausted Jungkook looks, and kneels by him.
He slowly pushes the hair off Jungkook's forehead, sees how pale the alpha looks. Those dark-circles around the eyes are too prominent for his liking. Taehyung cups the side of Jungkook's face, “hey,” he calls out softly, “Jungkook,” he caresses the scar of Jungkook's cheek...
“Hmm?” Jungkook turns away, trying to get comfortable on the floor. Taehyung smiles unknowingly, “get up. You will get back pain like this.” Jungkook frowns in his sleep, “let me be.” Taehyung sighs, “you will hurt yourself, come on.” Jungkook's eyes slowly open, “you care?”
Taehyung grips the towel in his hand, “I do,” he looks at down at the floor, “now go and take a shower. I will heat something up for you to eat.” “I said I a-” Jungkook stops when Taehyung gives him a look. “If it was a business meeting, I know you didn't eat,” Taehyung glares.
“You get too busy talking about the deals and contracts to actually eat,” Taehyung stands up, going to his closet, “go on, I won't ask again.” Jungkook watches Taehyung pull out a yoga pant and a T-shirt before he goes behind the partition. He sees the towel drop on the floor...
Jungkook gets up, “fine,” he walks out of the room, “I will take a shower then.” -------- He comes out of his room, freshly showered, to see Taehyung humming in the kitchen. He is stirring the pot with concentration. Jungkook comes to stand beside him, “ramen. Great.”
Taehyung shrugs, looks at him with a small smile, “I don't know how to make anything else.” Jungkook smiles, eyes filling with warmth, “I know that.” Taehyung elbows him, “don't make fun of me for that!” Jungkook laughs, taking a hold of Taehyung's elbow, “I would never dare.”
For a second they both stare at each other and then Taehyung looks down at the pot, “the institution called,” he stirs the ramen, “they said I got the internship.” Just like that, Jungkook feels the smile still on his lips, “oh.” Taehyung does not match his eyes, “yeah.”
“When do you have to go?” Jungkook asks, eyes shifting on the boiling water. Taehyung keeps his eyes on the ramen too, “as soon as I can? I mean, I told them about the baby, and they are ready to push it for a month-” “No, that's alright,” Jungkook shrugs, “she will be fine.”
Taehyung nods, his hand shakes when he goes to turn the knob of the oven off, “I know,” he looks at Jungkook then, “she has you. She has everyone here.” Jungkook forces himself to keep staring at the pot, “yeah. She has everyone here. She will be fine.”
tw// child abuse, past trauma
“You know, the first time I told my dad that I wanted to do something in Fashion, he slapped me,” Taehyung murmurs, a sardonic smile on his lips, “told me how I have to sleep with people to get acknowledged. I was just eleven. Didn't understand half of his words.”
Taehyung leans against the counter, eyes holding a faraway look in them, “but I understood my dreams are to be buried. Never talked about. I understood what was to happen to me. I was to follow his words and do what he says. He said, 'it was for your own good,' that day.”
“He had strings of lovers,” Taehyung speaks, “he would come home, hurl things at my mum and my mum would throw things back at him. They would physically fight each other until one of them bled. They would ignore me if I was there, ignore how I would hide and cry because of them.”
“All those books and shows taught me parents are supposed to be a kid's safe place, but they were anything but that for me,” Taehyung closes his eyes, “I would crawl back to my room and force myself to not listen to those screams and those foul words. One night...”
“One night,” Taehyung hugs himself, his hands trembling, eyes brimming with tears, “one night he came in my room, grabbed me by my neck and threw me on the floor, near my mum's feet. Screamed how I was the mistake that tied him to her. That made him stay. How I was an omega...”
“Held me up and screamed at my face that I was a disappointment. That I was a bitch like my mum, who would one day get knocked up and tie another alpha down in this life-long misery. Told me I was good for nothing, and spent all the next years proving himself right.”
“The only escape I had was Jimin,” Taehyung shivers, “I would run out of my room and to his house every night to spare myself. Loud noises started to scare me. My heart would beat out of my chest if someone shouted even playfully at me. I started hating going back home.”
“I still hate confrontation. Crowded places make me breathless because I remember how he would crowd me against the wall and scream at my face about things that he hated about me. There were many. I hated how I would have bruises all over myself because he 'lost his temper.'”
“He would always tell me I am good for nothing and maybe I started believing it, maybe I started trusting his words because I had no one else telling me otherwise,” Taehyung closes his eyes, “I was ready to give it all up. I was ready to just let go of my dreams when...”
“When one day he tore all my fashion magazines apart. All my sheets where I drew, all those were burnt down because he didn't want me to look at those. That night, I sat there and cried my eyes out until there was nothing left, and then, I decided to fuck it all up.”
Taehyung's jaw hardens, “I told myself that he gets to do that because I let him. He gets to dominate me 'cause I let him, and it's not my fault that I was born. It was his and my mum's fault. I was never wrong. I was not going to give up because he couldn't when he should have!”
“So the next time when he hit me, I spit on his face,” Taehyung smirks, eyes focused on something over Jungkook's shoulder, “he slapped me harder, kicked me, but I stood up and fought back. I was no match, but he was not used to someone standing up against him. I did.”
“I told him I will complain to my principal, authorities,” Taehyung looks down at the floor, “I was fifteen. I knew a few resources. I told him if nothing, I will bring scandal to his name and like every rich person, he feared a scandal like that. He stopped hitting me.”
“He told me I am to marry whoever he wants, and I am to behave, then I will not be his problem anymore,” Taehyung snorts, “I told him to keep his hands to himself because otherwise I would tell everyone who listens about what he did. I scared him. He never said it, but I knew.”
“Since then I built myself back up,” Taehyung lets out a hollow breath, “I am terrified of alphas and what they can cause, I am scarred from all those days. I buried it all and never looked back, but, Jungkook, the grave still lies in me. It still haunts me. It forever will.”
Those eyes find Jungkook, tears swim in them, “if I am honest, I know you are nothing like him. I know now,” his hand reaches to cup the side of Jungkook's face, “but I am too destroyed to follow my heart, Jungkook. I am too ruined for you and myself. I cannot do this.”
“There are days when your scent reminds me of him,” Taehyung whimpers, “any alpha's scent takes me back to him and his clutch and I can't find an escape. Some days I look at you and wish I could do this, I wish I could build my life around you, but I can't. I am too broken.”
Taehyung shivers, “I wish I could hold your hands and tell you that I will try, but,” he sniffles, “I don't believe in false hope, Jungkook. I don't believe in miracles. As a kid, I trusted in angels. Thought I had one, prayed to her to take me away. But, those aren't real.”
“I can't give you hope when I have none,” Taehyung steps closer to Jungkook, “and, I still hope, I still pray, and I still wish for you to find that happiness in someone. That's how strongly I feel for you,” he sobs, “and, that's how much you are different from my dad.”
“I put all my faith in humanity and pray that you get to have that love and peace in your life, but,” Taehyung shakes his head, tears rolling out of his eyes, “not with me. You will not get it with me. I am like a broken glass, I will end up slicing through you. I am not good.”
“When you tell me you will be happy with Daejung and think it will make me jealous, it does,” Taehyung smiles, “it makes me itch, but there is a bigger part in me that finds solace in the knowledge that you will have someone who genuinely care for you. I want that for you.”
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“You don't need to build your world around me, Taehyung,” Jungkook chokes out, his arms slowly finding their place around Taehyung, “you can build your own world, and we can co-exist. We don't need to merge together if that suffocates you. We can live on our own, but together.”
“I can live my life with a bridge between our two worlds, knowing we are connected, and,” he looks down at Taehyung, “we are. We already have our bridge that connects us,” he smiles when Taehyung frowns at him, “Sarang, our Sarangie is our bridge. Tying our two worlds together.”
Taehyung looks at Jungkook, eyes moving all across Jungkook's face, “why would you want me still?” Jungkook frowns, “why wouldn't I want you still? Have you seen yourself? Have you heard yourself? I,” Jungkook squeezes Taehyung's biceps, “I want you. I will always want you.”
Taehyung pulls away, “no,” he shakes his head, “I am not going to be the person for you, Jungkook. I can't promise you a future when I don't see it. I need my time. I need to find myself, my footing and,” he refuses to match Jungkook's eyes, “this won't work. We won't work!”
He turns to the stove then, “go and sit. I will bring you something to eat. Then you can go to sleep.” Jungkook knows when Taehyung pulls himself away, and this is that time. Jungkook lets out a long breath before he goes to sit on the couch with the television on.
________ Jimin curses when the phone rings for the fourth time. He peeks an eye open and reaches for the phone to pick it up. The name makes him jolt awake. He looks at the clock, and it's already three in the morning. He answers the phone on its last ring, “hello.”
“Your dad called,” Yoongi sounds distant, “told me you left me because you cheated on me with someone else.” Jimin lies back down, looking up at the ceiling, “I know. I fed him that.” Yoongi is quiet for a few seconds, “just fed him?” Jimin closes his eyes, “what do you mean?”
Yoongi sighs, “you know what I mean.” Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, blinking up at the patterns on his ceiling, “I mean, if you believe that, we have nothing to talk about.” Yoongi curses, “then, what, Jimin? Huh? What are you doing? Do you think you are solving shit?!”
“How was the date, hyung?” Jimin turns on his side, burying his face against the pillow, “did you enjoy?” “We went to watch a movie,” Yoongi murmurs, “I asked him to bring Namjoon. I sent them to the dinner afterwards while I went to Jin, and we played some stupid game.”
Jimin blinks, “that's not a date!” Yoongi snorts, “I am fvcking engaged! I would not want a date with him! Jimin-” “You are not engaged, not anymore,” Jimin sighs, “you-” “I know you think you are solving shit, Jimin,” Yoongi hisses, “but you are being selfish. You know?”
“Have you ever thought of Namjoon?!” Yoongi shouts almost, “have you ever thought of Hoseok and Namjoon's relationship?! You are thrusting me in the middle of them when they are building something of their own! You are not helping, Jimin! You are messing us all up!”
“Have you ever thought,” Yoongi gulps, “of me? Have you ever thought of Jin hyung? We all are suffering, Jimin, and it's your fault. You are trying to turn back time, and that's not how life works! We all moved past that! We all moved on. Let us! You can't force love, Jimin!”
“You did,” Jimin snorts, “you forced yourself to believe you love me, and what playing, hyung? Namjoon hyung loves Jin hyung. Jin hyung loves Namjoon hyung. You love Hobi hyung and he loves you. You all fit together! I am the odd one! Let me be! Why are you doing this?”
“Open the door,” Yoongi sighs, “I am outside. I am soaked. I walked here, and it's raining so heavily, and now I am drenched. Open the damn door, then we can talk.” Jimin sits up, “what?!” Yoongi hums, “open the door, Jimin. I will catch a cold at this rate!”
Yoongi holds his breath when the door opens to reveal Jimin. Jimin in his night shirt and bare legs. Jimin with his eyes wide and on Yoongi. “Oh, my God!” Jimin grabs Yoongi's wrist, pulling him inside, “you are drenched! Why are you here?!” Jimin smells of cherry blossoms...
Yoongi inhales deeply, as if he was deprived. He feels the warmth of the flat as soon as the door closes behind him, and he is dragged inside. “Shower!” Jimin points at the bathroom, “the water is hot. I will get you some warm milk! Go now!” Yoongi goes wordlessly.
When he comes out of the shower, there is a set of joggers and T-shirt on the counter. Yoongi wears those, a little tight around his chest, and walks out to a glass of milk and some cookies. “What are you doing here?” Jimin asks, sitting on the bed, in a pink shorts now.
Yoongi takes the milk and sits on the only couch in the room, eyes on the omega, “it's date night,” he shrugs, points at the bag he brought, “wouldn't want to waste it.” Jimin eyes the bag and then looks back at Yoongi, “what's in the bag?” Yoongi sips the milk, “food for us.”
Jimin arches a brow, “food…?” Yoongi nods, “date night, remember?” Jimin pulls his legs up to hug his knees, “why are you doing this?” Yoongi ignores how Jimin looks, sitting in the middle of the bed, legs bare and the T-shirt so big, falling off his shoulder, “courting you.”
The scent of the cherry blossoms intensify in the air and Jimin's jaw hardens, “who gave you permission?!” Yoongi shrugs, “if you don't need permission to set your alpha with others,” he stands up, walking up to the bed slowly, “then I don't need permission to court my omega.”
Yoongi leans over the bed, one hand balancing his weight on the mattress while the other reaches to cup Jimin's face to pull him closer, “If you need my assurance, I will be happy to provide it. If you want me to prove my loyalty to you-” “You don't love me,” Jimin chokes.
Jimin exhales, trembles in Yoongi's clutch with silent sobs, “you never loved me, Yoon,” he mumbles, eyes matching the alpha's, “to you, I am a duty. I am a burden you are too righteous to shake off. I don't want that. I want an alpha who would love me. You will never love me.”
“You love Hobi hyung,” Jimin sniffles, “you would do things for him, you would never do for me. You would look at him the way an alpha looks at his soulmate. He is your soulmate,” Jimin murmurs, “if soulmates were real, he is your soulmate. I am not. I never will be.”
“You look at him as if he hangs the stars and moon in your sky,” Jimin looks away, “and, I do not want to be the reason you stop looking so happy. I don't wish to be that person, hyung. I will never be able to live with myself if I be that person.”
“I will make it right,” Jimin nods to himself, “I will get Namjoon hyung and Jin-” “What about you?” Yoongi sits at the edge of the bed, “what would you do?” Jimin shrugs, “go on with my life as I was? Maybe, in the future,” he smiles, “find someone whose sky I light up?”
Jimin plays with his fingers, “find my soulmate? Someone whose mark I will wear-” The growl startles him. Yoongi's eyes are golden when Jimin looks over. Yoongi closes them, inhaling deeply. “It's taking everything in me to not make you submit the primal way, Jiminie…”
Yoongi grits out, “don't escalate it!” Jimin glares at Yoongi, “stop being a prick! Hobi hyung probably slept with Namjoon hyung! You-” Yoongi shrugs, “yes, and?” Jimin throws his hands up, “that's what couples do?! Are you saying I can't sleep with-” Another growl stops him.
Jimin throws a pillow at Yoongi's face, “growl at me again and watch me scratch your eyes out!” Yoongi glares, “did you just throw your pillow at me?!” Jimin nods, frustrated, “you just growled at me! You know that's wrong! Don't try to dominate me!” Yoongi arches a brow…
Jimin's cheeks flush, he looks away, “don't speak a word-” “You like being dominated,” Yoongi murmurs, “if I am-” “Go away,” Jimin kicks the side of his thigh, “it's past three, and I am sleepy and-” Yoongi takes a hold of his ankle, “no,” he eyes Jimin, “it's date night.”
Jimin watches Yoongi go and pick up the packet before disappearing. Jimin waits and Yoongi comes back a few minutes later. He puts the tray on the bed, sitting cross-legged on it while he holds out the burger for Jimin and Jimin glares at him. Yoongi stares back.
Jimin curses him profusely as he snatches the burger and bites down on it. Yoongi gives him a small smile before he digs in too. They don't talk. Jimin busies himself with the food while Yoongi watches him eat. But Jimin's leg rests on Yoongi's lap, and Yoongi lets it be.
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“She likes to listen to someone talk while she feeds,” Taehyung smiles at Daejung, “make sure you talk to her when you feed her. Also, she gets fussy if you walk around with her too much. Sit, pat her back until she burps. Then she won't cry, and you can easily put her to bed.”
“Don't startle her, she cries for hours,” Taehyung watches how carefully Daejung holds Sarang in his arms, “let her know you are in the room by calling her name before you peek over her crib. She might smile,” he chuckles when Sarang pulls at Daejung's hair, “she loves that.”
“Anything you want to know?” Taehyung pats the bed and Daejung comes to sit. Daejung hesitates, looks down at where Sarang is in his lap and back at Taehyung, “I just want to tell you, Tae,” he sighs, “I am not here to take your place. I can't. I won't even try. Trust me.”
He bites his lower lip, “I always loved Jungkook. I always knew it was going to be him and me. Then he went on that trip, found you, and you two got married. I was happy. For him, for you two. I thought I will be fine with being his friend, and I was. Until it all blew up.”
“I understand what lies ahead of me, the responsibilities and the alpha, these two,” Daejung looks at Taehyung, “they are yours more than mine. Always will be. I won't even dare to think I will ever sum up to what you are to them-” Taehyung squeezes Daejung's palm, “hey, now…”
“It's alright,” Taehyung sighs, “I came between you two and now it's time I move on,” he shakes his head, “just... love my Sarangie like she deserves, okay? This is yours, Dae,” he smiles, nods at Daejung, “this was always yours. I kind of ruined it. I am sorry.”
“I will love her more than anyone else,” Daejung squeezes Taehyung's palm in his, “you go ahead and chase your dreams, Tae. I will cheer you on with your Sarangie. I will never miss an article about you. I will read it all to her, and you are not abandoning her. You won't.”
“You are her papa!” Daejung smiles, wipes Taehyung's tears, “you will always be her papa! I will never take your place. I just hope she comes to love me as her dad's mate, and that's all. I would never want to replace you. I can't. In no way.” Taehyung nods, “thank you. Really.”
Taehyung gets up, “I will get my phone, you are staying?” Daejung nods, “yeah, I'm here with her.” Taehyung walks out of the room. Daejung looks back at Sarang who is smiling at him. Daejung's eyes fill with tears. “I hope you don't grow up hating me, baby,” Daejung murmurs.
He leans his forehead against Sarang, “I hope you understand that your papa and dada wanted different things. I hope I get to play my role in your life right, so you know you are loved. By all of us,” he smiles at her, nods, “oh, you are going to be loved. So much! By all of us!”
He sniffles, “I understand a broken home, I come from divorced mates,” Daejung whispers, eyes roaming over Sarang's face, “I hope I get to make you feel as much at home as possible. I will do my best, baby. I will give my everything to you. I promise. This is between us.”
He wraps his pinkie around Sarang's and chuckles when Sarang pulls his fingers into her mouth, eyes wide and on him. “I love your dada,” Daejung nods, “so I will try my best to offer him a home he needs, and I love you,” he nuzzles her cheek, “so, help me, okay? We are a team!”
Taehyung walks in to Daejung talking to Sarang and Sarang giggling to him. Taehyung pauses by the door and a smile stretches over his lips. He pulls out his phone to click a photo and sends it to Jungkook. ‘𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘.’
Jungkook sees it, the bubbles come up and Taehyung waits. Nothing comes out of it. Jungkook never sends back a reply.
“When are you leaving?” Daejung asks, putting Sarang back in her crib, “for Paris?” Taehyung wraps his arms around himself, “tomorrow. Flight around midnight.” Daejung pauses, “that's...” he gulps, “are you fine, Tae?” Taehyung looks at Sarang, “no. But, I will be.”
Daejung squeezes his shoulder, “you are sure about this, right? You know, you can still change your mind, right?” Taehyung looks at Daejung with a smile instead, “when's the engagement? Soon?” Daejung looks away, “in a week. Mrs. Jeon doesn't want to wait too long.”
Taehyung nods, “she is right. I mean, Sarangie needs someone by her side. I know she has her nannies, but you are going to be her-” “Dae,” Daejung smiles, “I will be her Dae. I don't want to be your replacement for her, Taehyung. I will be happy to be her friend from now on.”
“I know Jungkook will never love me that way he loves you,” Daejung smiles down at Sarang, “I know if I try to take your place in her life too, she will never love me either. So, I will just be her friend. I can't let her hate me, Tae. I don't want that from her. You know?”
“Jungkook doesn't love me,” Taehyung sighs, gets up from the bed to come and lean against the crib to look at Sarang too, “I am just his firstborn's papa. So, when you give him his pups-” Daejung laughs, “oh, you are so naive, Tae! You don't know? He made me sign a contract.”
“I am to never expect a sexual relationship from him,” Daejung traces the edge of the crib, “the only baby we will have is Sarang, he doesn't want to jeopardize the attention Sarang deserves, and,” Daejugn sighs, “he told me explicitly, I am not you. I never will be.”
Daejung nudges Taehyung, “he was very serious about his omega being only you. I wouldn't even dare question that, to be honest.” Taehyung grits his teeth, “and, you didn't kick his ass for the contract?! You didn't throw it at his face?! I would totally kick him for this!”
Daejung watches him, something like adoration clear in his eyes, “I think I get it.” Taehyung looks at him, “get what?” Daejung reaches to tug at Taehyung's earlobe, “why he loves you so much. You are a different breed, Tae. No wonder he is so smitten!”
Taehyung takes Daejung's hand in his, playing with the fingers, “time heals everything, you know? A stupid contract can be broken any time. We started with a contract, too. That piece of paper shouldn't stand in love's way. I know you can win him over. Don't be upset, okay?”
“Or,” Daejung takes a hold of Taehyung's wrist, tugs him closer, “I can make you fall in love with me, and we can ditch the alpha and run away with our Sarangie?” For a second, Taehyung just stares, and then he is laughing. He is slapping Daejung's chest and laughing with him.
“I think we will have Jimin on our trail!” Taehyung giggles, “he will come for you!” Daejung shrugs, “the more, the merrier! Threesome!” Taehyung laughs harder, “no, that's not a word Sarangie needs to learn this quick! Oh, God, Dae, shut up!” Daejung laughs too, “oops!”
“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” Taehyung asks sheepishly, hesitant, “if you have plans-” “I would love to watch movies or something,” Daejung shrugs, “whatever you want, Tae. Let's make your last day here enjoyable! Let's call Jimin up too!” Taehyung grins, “okay!”
— The omegas are going to make such a good team, trust me. We are going to trust Daejung on this, and I have plans for him. GOOD PLANS. — If you want to support me, here's my ko-fi : ko-fi.com/amyungv
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Jungkook hears the door cracking open, and he focuses on the screen of the laptop. “You know,” Jin leans against the door frame, “you can't just stay here and think if you don't face it, it won't happen. Taehyung is leaving tomorrow and if you stay here, you will miss him more.”
“Go home, Jungkook,” Jin sighs, “be with him for these last few hours.” Jungkook tries to hide the burning of his eyes. He tries to steady his voice when he speaks but Jin is a little blurry around the edges and his voice cracks. “I don't want to see him go,” Jungkook sniffles.
“Can't you do something?” Jungkook holds his head in his hands, “like childhood? You would hug me and tell me I am going to be fine and those demons in my sleep, they are not going to hurt me. Can't you do something?” Jin's face crumbles, “those demons grew with us, kookie.”
He pushes off of the doorframe and walks inside, “your hyung can't fight them for you anymore,” Jin comes around the table, “he can't keep them away from you for the rest of your life, baby. You need to face them now.” Jungkook reaches blindly, grasping at Jin, “one last time.”
He buries his face against Jin's stomach and cries, “one last time, hyung. Hold me and tell me it will be alright. All of it. When you say it, it does. Tell me it will be alright.” Jin blinks back tears, “you will be happy again, kookie,” Jin whispers, “I know that.”
Jungkook looks up at Jin, eyes round and full of tears that pierce through Jin's heart, “with him?” Jin's lips tremble, “I don't want to lie.” Jungkook buries his face against Jin's stomach again, “just one time. Just like childhood, tell me love wins it all. Please?”
Jin closes his eyes, Namjoon's face flashing across his eyelids, “I don't believe in that anymore, Kookie, but,” he cards his fingers through Jungkook's hair, “I believe good things happen to good people, and you are my best boy. I know, you will be happy, okay? Trust me.”
Jungkook holds Jin tightly, his tears soaking up Jin's shirt, but Jin never says anything. Instead, he bends down to press his lips against Jungkook's hair. He holds Jungkook close and lets the alpha cry. That night, Jin drops Jungkook off to his house.
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Jungkook walks inside the house to Taehyung fussing over a list. He halts and watches the omega while Taehyung stays busy reading that paper in his hand with the pen bitten between his teeth. “What are you doing?” Jungkook makes his presence known. Taehyung looks over, smiles.
“Was just making a list of things I would need in the new flat,” Taehyung points at the files on the tea-table, “those are Sarangie's prescriptions. Okay? Don't miss her checkups. I talked to Daejung too. He read it all, but you make sure you go with him. Yes?” Jungkook nods.
“Anything you have to tell me?” Taehyung asks, getting up from the bed, “you can call me, obviously. But-” “Don't leave us,” Jungkook blurts out. Taehyung stares, his eyes wide and on Jungkook. Jungkook stares back. “Wh-what?” Taehyung murmurs.
Jungkook smiles, waves Taehyung off, “nothing. I was joking. We are good, Taehyung. You don't need to worry.” Taehyung breathes out, a smile slowly curling the corners of his lips, “ohh, you,” he grins at Jungkook, “you got me there.” Jungkook walks past him, “I will shower.”
“Jimin is coming with me,” Taehyung turns to Jungkook, “he took up a job with the modelling company. He doesn't like modelling but for now he will do it,” he follows Jungkook to his bedroom, “until he saves up enough to open his own dance school in Paris. It'll work out.”
Taehyung leans against the door frame and watches Jungkook loosen the tie, dropping the coat on the bed before unbuttoning his shirt. “It'll work out, right?” Taehyung whispers. Jungkook nods, throwing the tie on the floor and the shirt afterwards, “it will. Don't worry, Tae.”
Taehyung breathes out a sigh, walking inside to pick up after the alpha, “I know, just,” he absent-mindedly goes behind Jungkook, “I keep thinking if Jimin should not follow me. I mean, he has a life here and-” he goes to Jungkook's closet, picking out his nightwear, “you know-”
Jungkook takes the things from Taehyung and nods, “I know,” he goes inside the washroom, “but, you two will be alright. I know that.” Taehyung hums, going to sit on the counter while Jungkook shaves, “I know that, but it's still a little worrisome for me, I guess. I worry.”
Taehyung reaches out, still talking, to wipe the aftershave off Jungkook's chin, “if anything, I will call you.” Jungkook watches him, stands between Taehyung's legs now, “and, what I will do from miles away?” Taehyung wipes Jungkook's face, smiles, “cheer me on?”
Jungkook rests his hands on Taehyung's thighs, “fine. Buy me the pompoms and short skirts. I will cheer for you.” Taehyung grins, his hands resting on Jungkook's shoulders, “you would look good in short-skirts! I might design one for you!” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “sure.”
“Hey,” Taehyung takes a hold of Jungkook's hair, tugs at it, “some omegas dig that! Alphas in skirts, fishnet and stuff!” Jungkook's eyes are tender, they hold Taehyung hostage, “find yourself a French alpha to do that, Kim Taehyung,” he pulls back, “you will be free to do so.”
“French kisses, sex and all that,” Jungkook leans against the counter on his arms, looking at himself, “damn, you will rock their worlds and they will rock yours!” Taehyung leans against the mirror, “anyone can rock my world. I have no experience! Well, except for you.”
Jungkook keeps his eyes on himself, shrugs, “that was a one-night stand kind of thing between us,” he risks a glance at Taehyung, winks, “there's so much more to it, Taehyung. You have no idea. No worries,” he walks inside the shower, closing the door, “you will know it soon.”
“You know I am not going there for affairs, right?” Taehyung calls over the shower. Jungkook leans against the tiles, closing his eyes while the warm water cascade down his spine, “I know. But, you can meet someone, Taehyung. Don't let yourself close off to that idea.”
Taehyung hums, “do you want me to get your food?” Jungkook shakes his head, “no, go and get some sleep.” “I can do it, you know?” Taehyung sounds hopeful, “I know how to heat it up and-” “No, Taehyung,” Jungkook hopes his voice comes out even, “don't spoil me. Please.”
Taehyung watches the glass door fog up. The figure behind the door moves to face the other end. Taehyung bites his tongue. “𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.” Taehyung doesn't voice it. He leaves.
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Jungkook holds Sarang to his chest. His eyes focused on Taehyung who is looking at Sarang and talking to her while standing on the other side of the barricade. “Be good, okay?” Taehyung has tears in his eyes, hands clutching Sarang's in them, “don't miss me. Don't cry. Please.”
“Don't wake up in the middle of the night,” Taehyung breaks into sobs, “don't look for me. I wish I could take you with me, baby,” he kisses Sarang again, “I wish you could come with me. Don't keep dada awake, yeah? Be a good girl. I love you. I will always love you. I love you.”
“I love you the most,” Taehyung presses his cheeks against Sarang's puffy ones, whimpers when Sarang's hands try to clutch at his hair, lips parting to bite on Taehyung's cheek with her gums, “yes. Papa loves you the most. He always will. Never doubt that. I love you.”
Taehyung looks up at Jungkook then, “take care, okay?” he squeezes Jungkook's hand in both of his, “call me if she fusses too much? Call me. Whatever it is, call me. I am free for her. Always!” Jungkook nods, “I will. You take care, too. Take the meds. Don't sit for too long...”
“Your back is still sore,” Jungkook takes a hold of Taehyung's elbow, “don't worry too much. Your headaches aren't going away. You stress too much. Don't. Also, as soon as you land, let me know. I-” Taehyung smiles, “don't litter the bedroom,” he murmurs, “don't forget...”
“to wear shirts before going to bed. You catch cold when the AC is on, and you forget to wear something to bed. Don't forget to throw away the takeouts after a day. Don't eat just takeouts, my god, Jungkook. You have a cook! Don't come home late,” Taehyung hesitates, “take care.”
“Don't miss me,” Jungkook forces a laugh, hopes it sounds like a joke, “too much.” Taehyung smiles, the smile so utterly broken it makes something churn in Jungkook. The omega nods, takes a step back. “Reminding myself that, Jungkook,” Taehyung nods, “every minute. I swear.”
“French guys, remember?” Jungkook forces the smile to turn wide, “waiting for you!” Taehyung's eyes pool with tears, he nods, “yeah,” he takes another step away, “waiting for me. To have dirty affairs with!” Jungkook nods, “illicit ones!” They both smile at each other.
Taehyung looks at the gate when the last announcement is heard, he turns back to Jungkook. “That's the point, Jungkook,” his eyes go from Sarang to Jungkook, “it feels illicit.” With that, Taehyung turns on his heels and almost runs through the gate and Jungkook watches him go.
Sarang looks at the gate and back at Jungkook before her lips jut out, and she is reaching for the empty spot Taehyung left. She is trying to get out of Jungkook's arms, and her tiny hands are reaching out. Jungkook holds her tight, closes his eyes when she starts crying.
Sarang screams, her eyes wide, searching the crowd. Jungkook buries his face in her chest and shakes his head. “He will be back, baby,” he assures Sarang, “he can't leave you. He promised you that he will be back. Don't cry, baby. Papa will be back soon.” Sarang cries harder.
“There you go,” two arms wrap around Sarang and she is taken from Jungkook, “your papa is going on a flight, baby,” Daejung says as if Sarang will answer, “want to see him take off? Come on. Come on, baby. Let's go. See him take off. You can't travel now. You can go later.”
Daejung sways her, smiles at her while tears cling to his eyelashes, “there, baby. See? That big thing will take off! Scary! We are scared! We will go later, okay? Your papa will come back to take you with him when you are big and not scared anymore. Okay? There.”
Jungkook watches Daejung pull Sarang to his chest, pressing kisses over her hair and on those tear soaked eyelids. Daejung holds Sarang in his arms while he talks and slowly Sarang starts to look at him, eyes wide and taking in whatever Daejung is saying. Daejung smiles at her…
Jungkook lets out a breath when Sarang's lips twitch. She reaches to grasp at his hair, and Daejung smiles widely, pressing another kiss to her cheek. She smiles a little wide, eyes a bit more trusting, and Jungkook feels his chest fill with air. He looks at Daejung...
Daejung looks over when he feels eyes on him. Jungkook nods, “thank you.” Daejung shrugs, “you are welcome.” Jungkook looks at the plane, coming to stand beside Daejung. Daejung steps closer, Sarang in his arms, holds Jungkook's hand, while they watch the flight take off.
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It doesn't feel right. The sudden emptiness doesn't feel right. Taehyung sits in the plane, looks outside and thinks how his arms are throbbing from always carrying Sarang around, and he should feel relaxed now that he doesn't have to. But it feels empty. Too quiet.
Taehyung feels too anxious. He closes his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing. Trying to think if he missed something that he should have reminded Daejung or Jungkook. He crosses his arms over his chest, biting his lower lip while he looks outside. He feels nauseous.
“What if they can't make the formula right?” Taehyung blurts out, “what it they forget to test if it's too hot for her or not? What if they forget to burp her? What if-” Jimin does not look up from his book, “she is Jungkook's kid and her nanny is an expert. She will be fine.”
Taehyung closes his eyes, “she needs someone to sing that 'hush little baby,' to her in a certain volume for her to fall asleep. What if they mess it up? What if the nannies fall asleep, and she wakes up alone and gets scared because no one is there, oh, god, she will-”
Jimin looks up at him, takes Taehyung's hand in his, “calm down. You can't back out now. Can you? Do you want to back out now? We can go back if you want. Always take a ticket back to Seoul. Do you want that?” Taehyung looks at Jimin, “I want Sarangie with me.”
Jimin's eyes reflect the tears Taehyung holds back, “can you take care of her while doing everything else? There she has her nannies, her grandparents, her dada, her uncles, her-” “What if among all those loving presence, she forgets me?” Taehyung chokes out, “what if she does?”
“How can anyone forget their papa?” Jimin sniffles, “how can anyone replace you, Tae? She will be proud of you,” he squeezes Taehyung's hand in his, “yes. She will be. She will grow up and tell others that her papa is a fashion designer and a fighter who never gave up.”
“You don't forget the person who is connected to you through your veins,” Jimin holds Taehyung in place, “she is a part of you. A part of you, do you get it? Nothing replaces that bond. Nothing ever will. Not when you are so loving. So, don't think anyone will replace you.”
“Down the road, she will learn your struggles and be so proud of her papa,” Jimin wipes Taehyung's tears, “she will hold her head high and tell others about you. How you never gave up on your dreams when everyone, the situation, was against it. You will be her hero, Tae.”
“It's not wrong to chase your dreams,” Jimin frowns at Taehyung, “do not let anyone tell you otherwise. You did not abandon her,” he pulls Taehyung in a hug, “you are chasing your dream, and she is with you. She is not left behind. She is not abandoned. You did not give her up.”
“You are going to be in touch, and you are going to see her every chance you get,” Jimin squeezes Taehyung in his arms, “there are parents who stay right beside their kids and don't love or care for them. You are not like that. You are a great parent, Taehyung. Never doubt that.”
“If someone tells you otherwise,” Jimin holds Taehyung's gaze, jaw tightening, “fuck them,” Jimin nods, serious, “fuck all of them. They are not in your shoes. They are not you. Their opinions mean shit. You know you love her and that's all that matters. Okay?”
“Be brutal to stick to your path, Tae, there will always be people who would try to drag you down or away from your goals,” Jimin leans back against his seat, “know what you want, go for it. As long as you can match your eyes in the mirror, others can fuck themselves.”
Jimin tilts his head, smirks at Taehyung, “think about it. What would Sarang want down the road? To introduce a parent who is beaten by life's expectations and other's judgement or a parent who is sitting front row of fashion shows, monitoring them along with her? Huh?”
“Imagine yourself for a second,” Jimin holds his hands up, as if opening a screen, “Kim Taehyung, stepping out of a limo with Sarang's hand in his. Wearing a shocking red jacket, black glittering tank top, a leather pant? With diamond necklace? Everyone staring at the hot mess!”
“You will turn heads left and right!” Jimin giggles when Taehyung kicks him. “Okay, enough,” Taehyung laughs, “that dream is too far from now for me to see it.” “I can see it,” Jimin holds Taehyung closer, “it'll happen. I know. So, stop worrying. Okay?” Taehyung nods, “okay.”
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“I can't believe he left!” Jin walks back and forth, “just like that. Upped and left!” Namjoon closes his eyes, face hidden in his hands, “I mean, I want to understand his side but, this is,” he squints, “this feels selfish.” “You got it,” Hoseok looks around, “it is selfish.”
“I mean, the baby doesn't even know how to walk by herself, at this stage, she needs her papa to be right beside her!” Hoseok looks at where Sarang sleeps, “I can't believe you let him go?” “Let him go?” Yoongi scoffs, “why? He was supposed to keep Taehyung hostage? Locked up?”
“I am not saying that!” Jin glares at Yoongi, “I understand him, okay? But, he left Sarang behind! He should have applied somewhere here, I-” “You supported him!” Yoongi frowns, “what happened? Now that he did what he always wanted to do and never hid from us, you are upset?”
Yoongi rubs his forehead, “you out of everyone else, hyung, supported him.” “I still support him!” Jin grits out, “I just think he should have waited a bit more! A few more months!” Yoongi stares, “the internship won't wait. The job won't wait.” “He can get another job!”
“So, your support comes with terms and conditions,” Yoongi snorts, looking at Jungkook, “just like yours. I suppose?” “How am I to support him when Sarang stayed up the entire night crying for him?” Jungkook sighs, “you got to understand I am going through hell too!”
“You do realize when you were busy trying to convince him to stay, you could have gone with him?” Yoongi leans on his knees, eyes boring into Jungkook's, “you could have shifted with him? That would keep Sarang closer to her papa? Thought of it? I don't think so!”
“You all found a replacement instead,” Yoongi laughs, “sorry, I am not against you finding a mate. I don't care. But, you replaced him when all he did was try to balance his both sides. Taehyung chose to have Sarangie. What if he decided not to? You would have no say in it!”
“Taehyung's love for his daughter is getting questioned here when he did nothing but choosing to have both. It's not wrong to have dreams. He was against having the baby altogether, hell, he was against the wedding itself. You all kept forcing him, manipulating him emotionally.”
“Now you all are blaming him for choosing himself,” Yoongi rubs his temple, “listen, I get Jungkook's point. I get him being upset. Loving someone and them rejecting you is tough, but even then, he never begged for your love. You went and fell for him. Not his fault! In any way!”
“He is not,” Yoongi chews out, “not, in any shape or form, responsible for your feelings. Sounds rude, yes, I don't care. I need to tell you this because I am done seeing you go with the flow when you opened the dam itself! You forced his hand in this bloody marriage. No?”
“He never lied to you about his feelings, you both had sex, and he suffered the most but he never uttered a shit for that,” Yoongi gulps, “I know you went through hell and back too. I get it. But, stand in his shoes. If you are so worried about your daughter, put her first!”
“You can't go with him because he doesn't want you, I get. But, you want him to stay here for Sarangie, right? Then, you go there for Sarangie. Put her first. You want him to put her first when you are not putting her first. You are just taking the easy way out. Replacement.”
Yoongi points at Daejung, “he is amazing. I know. He is the best replacement you could find, but it's just that, Jungkook. He is just a replacement. You are trying to fill a void as fast as you can but forgetting both shapes are different! It won't fvcking fit!”
Yoongi's eyes glisten, “your love for him might stay unrequited, but you are punishing your daughter for it. Your ego, subconsciously maybe, but your ego is stopping you from following him when you so easily can do it for Sarangie. We have a branch in Paris! You can shift!”
“You can get engaged to Daejung, he can be your mate,” Yoongi nods, “but, he will never be Taehyung to Sarang and you are, knowingly or unknowingly, forcing that. It won't happen, Jungkook. Daejung won't be Taehyung. If you love her, forget what Tae did, you do this for her.”
“If you can't,” Yoongi's jaw tightens, “then don't blame Taehyung because you are just egoistic and not moving because he rejected you! It's as simple as that. Supporting him on your terms and conditions is not it, Jungkook. That's not how it works. Okay?”
Yoongi's eyes glimmer, “I know how it feels when you love someone, and they leave,” he looks down at his hands, “I know how Hoba felt when I left him. I understand that now. Because,” he shrugs, “now I know how it feels. I just... I just wish you put Sarangie first in this case.”
“He is the boss,” Hoseok murmurs, “how can he leave the main branch?” Yoongi looks up, “he can easily leave the main branch. Jin hyung takes care of most of the things. Jungkook can easily set it all up there.” “You can go with him,” Jin sighs, “to set it all up there.”
Yoongi looks at Jungkook, “listen, if you want, I will. I will go with you to put it all together there because that baby will be near her papa and for that, I will do anything. Only if you want to go, that is. Do you want to go?”
Jungkook looks around, exhausted, “what if Tae thinks I am being obsessed or-” “You are not going to stay with him,” Yoongi sighs, “we both will stay at our place there. But the distance will be of minutes than miles. That makes a lot of difference. No?”
“Call him,” Jin squeezes the backrest of the couch, “ask him if he is okay with this.” Namjoon nods, “I mean, Yoongi hyung sounds right.” “I am right,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I can't believe no one saw this chance before!” “You could have said this before,” Hoseok sighs.
“He realized this point when his omega ran off too,” Jungkook pulls out his phone, “he is doing this for himself.” Yoongi snorts, “wow, I get no respect in this household and I need to live with that. I have no omega. He made it pretty clear.” Jin snorts, “yeah, right.”
Jungkook presses the call button and puts it on speaker. Taehyung picks up on first ring. “What is it? Is Sarangie fine? What happened?” Taehyung sounds breathless, “Jungkook-” “You are on speaker,” Jungkook sighs, “and, we have something to ask you.” “We?” Taehyung murmurs.
“Hi,” everyone speaks in chorus, and Yoongi rolls his eyes. “We, as in, me, Jin hyung, Namjoonie, Hoba and Daejung,” Yoongi speaks over the phone, “now, listen to Jungkook. He has something to ask you.” “Right,” Jungkook squints at Yoongi, “thanks for letting me speak, hyung.”
Yoongi leans back on his couch, “let you handle it for months and watched it all go to hell before stepping in, kid. Thank me or stay silent!” Jin curses, “just ask him, for fvck's sake!” Jungkook coughs, “right. Tae, I was thinking,” he winces when Yoongi kicks him...
“Yoongi hyung was thinking, all his bright mind glory to thank here,” Jungkook glares at the man who gives him a tight-lipped smile, “would you agree if I move to Paris?” Everyone holds their breath, eyes on the phone. “What do you mean?” Taehyung sounds hesitant.
Jungkook lets out a breath, “I mean, if I move there with Sarangie. If I can do it, will you agree?” “What is in it for you?” Taehyung wonders, “what do you get from this?” Jungkook closes his eyes, “my baby sleeping throughout the night? Being closer to her papa?”
“Look, I don't want anything from you, okay?” Jungkook clutches his knee, eyes closing when his vision blurs, “I don't want you,” he feels a hand on top of his, blinks to see Yoongi holds his hand, eyes mirroring the pain Jungkook feels, “I just want her to be happy.”
Yoongi holds Jungkook's hand, squeezing it in his. Jungkook lets his tears topple over the rim of his eyes. Yoongi reaches out to wipe them, his own eyes brimming with tears. “I don't want anything from you,” Jungkook speaks, holds Yoongi for dear life, “I don't want you.”
Jin turns away, wiping at his eyes vehemently, “I don't care if I am selfish but I hate seeing kook in this situation,” he hisses to himself. “If that's clear, only for Sarangie, would you-” Jungkook goes on. “Yes,” Taehyung breathes out, voice cracking, “yes, please.”
Taehyung sniffles, “please. If you can do that,” he lets out a shuddering breath, “if she can stay here, I would like that. I didn't dare to say it because I am alone, who would take care of her, but, if you can come here. I would love that. I never thought you would.”
“Are you sure you don't want anything in return?” Jimin's voice is heard, “you would cross miles to be here only for Sarang? Are you sure this is just for Sarang?” Jungkook nods, “yes, I want nothing in return.” “What about your parents?” Jimin sound sceptical, “Daejung?”
“You are to marry him,” Jimin muses, “is he going to come here too? If not, then eventually you have to leave. In that case, you are just making it harder on both of you. What is the plan here? I need to know that.” “Who are you again?” Yoongi hisses, “why does he owe you shit?”
“Oh, he owes me a lot of shit,” Jimin grits out, “he promised to let Tae go when the time comes. That damn contract was based on him saying as soon as he gets his company, he will let Tae go. It didn't happen. Everyone in that family emotionally blackmailed Tae. I need to know!”
“I need to know what Jungkook planned because i am speaking from personal experience, the man gets influenced by his parents a lot. I need to know what he is setting Taehyung up for again. I need to ask what Taehyung isn't asking. What is Jungkook's plan if his parents disagree?”
“What would you do, Jungkook, when you mate Daejung as your mama wants, and you start a family on your own? Where will you stay? Where is Daejung fitting in this scenario, and how Tae and Sarang fit here too? Or, deep down, you are hoping down the road Tae will fall for you?”
“You got a lot of thinking done there, I see,” Yoongi grits, “you are thinking too far-” “I wasted my life on impulse, Min Yoongi,” Jimin murmurs, “I know how impulsive decisions never lead to anything good. I am just asking. He can answer for himself. No? I just want to know.”
“What do you want me to say?” Jungkook rubs his temple, “that I won't marry Daejung?” Jimin chuckles, “no. I want you to say what you want to say, Jungkook. Maybe it's time you stop saying what others want to hear and say what you want to be heard for. Say what you feel.”
Jungkook sighs, frustrated, “I want your best friend. Yes, I am tired of denying it. I love him and I, at this point, want him. As my mate, as my partner. I want that. Yes! But, at the same time, I know he doesn't feel the same, and I am ready to compromise for our daughter!”
“If down the road, I find someone I want to settle with, I will do so after deciding everything for Sarangie first. She comes first. I wanted to marry Daejung for her only. If you don't know, I even made Daejung sign-” “Oh, I know,” Jimin sighs, “I know more than you know.”
“What I don't know is, how Daejung agreed to it because that's too demeaning,” Jimin lets out a breath, “if he still chose to stay, that's his matter and he can speak for himself. I just want to know how will you convince your parents because their opinions mean a lot to you.”
“Not more than my daughter,” Jungkook closes his eyes, “not more than Sarangie. So, if you would approve, I would do this. Please.” Jimin is quiet for a few seconds. So is Taehyung. “You can't force your feelings on him,” Jimin murmurs, “you both are in this for only Sarangie.”
“If down the road, you both find each other,” Jimin speaks softly, “then that has to be a two-way road, Jungkook. Taehyung is free to choose everything for himself and even fall in love with others if he chooses. So are you. This is just for Sarangie. Right?”
“This is just for Sarangie,” Jungkook agrees, “I am doing this just for Sarangie. If Tae agrees, that is.” “I am all in,” Taehyung murmurs, “for her, I am all in. How do you want to do this? Where will you stay? Where will she stay? What-” “Where are you staying?” Yoongi asks.
“In a house,” Jimin answers, “my dad arranged for a house.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “of course, he did. We can rent something out in the same block, or we can live in the same house.” “When did this become 'we,' though?” Jimin wonders, “wait, just Jungkook is coming here, no?”
“Can you two call each other and sort this out?” Taehyung sighs, “Jungkook? There's a house right beside ours for renting. I can talk to the landlord if you want, or you can stay here. The house is big enough for us! Is Daejung coming? I think in that case, take that house.”
“No, that's too crowded!” Jimin chimes in, “wait, my dad didn't get us this damn house to shelter everyone here! I refuse to let that guy step in here-” “I am not stepping in there,” Yoongi curses, “all I am going there for is the company, and-” “Stop lying!” Jungkook hisses...
“Is Daejung coming here?” Taehyung shouts over everyone, “I need to talk to that damn landlord then!” “I mean,” Jungkook sighs, looking at Daejung, “I am scheduled to get engaged to him.” “Did he just say 'scheduled to get engaged,' right now?!” Jimin hisses, “Daejung, leave!”
“Who says 'scheduled to get engaged,' like it's a chore?!” Jimin shouts, “I know you love him, Daejung, I hope you can hear me, but love yourself more? Do better? Kick his ass and leave? What the hell are you doing to yourself?! No, I don't get it!” Yoongi sighs, “here we go.”
“Oh, my God, let him speak for himself!” Taehyung hisses, “Dae? What are you thinking?” Daejung looks at the phone and back at Jungkook, “if he wants, I will go. I can shift my work there too.” “Oh, God,” Jimin sighs, “I see myself in you, Dae, this is not what you deserve!”
“Listen, Dae,” Jimin sounds desperate, “I thought if I force myself into his life more, one day he will start loving me. It never happens. Okay? The one I loved-” “Me,” Yoongi rubs his temple, “he is talking about me.” “Thanks, it wasn't clear,” Daejung rolls his eyes.
“Look, I am mature enough to know what I want,” Daejung sighs, “I want Jungkook and I love him. If this is what he needs to do, I will support him.” “Do your family need anything from his?” Jimin wonders, “are you in debt? Why are you knowingly falling in this pothole?”
“And, Jungkook? You love Taehyung, as you claim, but you will drag Daejung with you because your parents want that of you? I am so close to reaching through the call and strangling you right now!” Jimin hisses, “make up your damn mind before you show up here. I swear!”
“This is exactly what's wrong with these pack's alphas!” Jimin shouts almost, “they want something for themselves but gets swayed by their families and others. Just decide one path and walk on it. You are hurting everyone! Yoongi did it. Now you are doing it! Choose a side!”
“Yoongi loves Hobi hyung but he chose me because my family and his begged him to! He never loved me, I was stupid like Daejung to think it will get better eventually, which it doesn't, by the way. But, it all could have been avoided if he picked a side he wants! You do it, kook!”
“Can you stop talking as if you have everyone figured out in your little head?” Yoongi hisses, “can you stop talking as if you know how mind works? Can you stop being, 'I know it all,' for a second?!” Jimin snorts, “oh, I let you take the wheel for so long. You crashed so bad!”
“Jungkook!” Taehyung speaks over Yoongi and Jimin, “if you come here, I don't care if you are married, or you bring your pregnant omega over or what, just bring me our daughter and I will be fine,” he whispers, “I promise, I will learn to balance it all. I swear, I can do it.”
GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES. I NEED TO FEED MY PIGEONS, THEY ARE ALL OVER ME. WAIT!
There is an owl that lives in the tree beside our house that eats the baby pigeons, so my baba made small shelters for the pigeons on our rooftop. Everyday morning, I feed them before they leave for the day, and at evening before they retire. So, yeah. I AM BACK. LET'S GO!
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“Way to rub it in that you don't love him, we get it,” Hoseok hisses, “just, Jungkook. Do whatever you want. It's all up to you now.” “I think I will go,” Jungkook closes his eyes, “but, I have to tell my parents that I am moving. I will let you know afterwards. Yeah?”
Taehyung hums, “okay, yeah. I will call you later then?” Jungkook nods, “sure. I will talk to you later.” Yoongi leans back on his couch, “no, but, everything aside, Daejung, are you sure you want to do this?” Daejung shrugs, “I am fine with whatever he chooses.”
“I don't want to agree with Jimin, but what is in this for you?” Yoongi rests his chin on his palm, “why are you so adamant to go through it knowing there's nothing for you?” Daejung looks away, “hope? That one day he might love me? I lost him once, okay? I don't want to again.”
“That's obsessive,” Jin frowns, “I know you love him. I get it-” “Did you tell Jimin he was obsessive when he did the exact same to Yoongi?” Daejung stares at Jin, “broke down so many relationships-” “I fvcked him over,” Yoongi stands up, “don't put him in your shoes!”
“I reacted to his scent, we both did what we did,” Yoongi closes his eyes in frustration, “people keep saying Jimin broke it all off. He thinks so too and, maybe, I let him think so because I was a coward who never acknowledged the fact that I was equally responsible!”
“I never talked him out of that guilt because I didn't want to voice out my guilt which is, if I loved Hoba so much, why did I react to Jimin the way I did?” “You were in direct contact with an omega who just presented,” Hoseok whispers, “you are in no way blamed for how you-”
Yoongi turns swiftly to face Hoseok with a sardonic smirk, “I was there when you presented, Hoba. Are you ignoring or forgetting how I reacted to that? I was the one who stayed with you until your parents came home. I didn't fvcking touch you! With Jimin, it was... different!”
“I chose to not acknowledge it ever because then I have to question my whole life where I thought you were it for me,” Yoongi looks at Hoseok, tears swimming in his eyes, “I deliberately let Jimin feel the guilt alone, because I was a coward who didn't want to stand here!”
“I was a coward who didn't want to stand here, look at you three and say that yes, I fvcked it all up for all of us. I am sorry. I didn't want to face the heat while I let him burn in it,” Yoongi sucks in a breath, “I never thought he would leave. I never thought about him!”
“So, no, Daejung,” he looks at Daejung, “he is not the same as you. He got into the abyss I pulled him into and thought he would stay there because I was stupid to think he won't grow a damn spine to get out of it. He did. Maybe it's time, you grow one too. Before it's too late!”
“If you fell in love with Jimin, why can't Jungkook do the same?” Daejung holds Sarang closer to his chest, “love can happen twice and I don't think you get it bu-” “Oh, god, he is delusional,” Yoongi rubs his temple, “you know what? Just tell your parents, and let them decide.”
“If it's all sorted, we will go to Paris,” Yoongi combs his hair back, “and, that's all. I will leave now.” “Where are you going?” Jin takes a hold of Yoongi's elbow. Yoongi shakes his head, “just... I don't know. Leave me alone for now.” He leaves.
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“If you want to go to Paris, you need to get engaged first,” Mrs. Jeon sounds just as authoritative as everyone remembers her, “see, I need to see my son happy just like you need to see Sarangie happy. Tae is an outsider now. He is just Sarangie's papa. Sarangie needs a family.”
“You realize that Jungkook is still in love with Taehyung, and-” Jin grabs the phone, “and, you fixing it is like putting tape on a bullet wound?! You are fixing nothing!” “I am,” she sounds calm as ever, “love is a feeling, and it can change. Jungkook will learn to love again.”
“Is she always this infuriating?” Namjoon wonders aloud, “you are talking as if love is that easy to channel-” “I think, Namjoon, you out of everyone else, shouldn't talk about love,” Mrs. Jeon snorts, “you dated Jin and now are ready to marry Hoseok. You should support me.”
“Love is nothing but an emotion and life can't always settle for one emotion, we need to think more,” Mrs. Jeon sighs, “kookie, baby, you need a family. A perfect family-” “Yoongi needs to be here,” Jin curses, “I will lose my shit right about now! I can say so much about this!”
“A perfect family can be a lot of things, you know?” Namjoon leans over the phone, “a perfect family can be just a single parent with their kids. A perfect family can be adopted. A perfect family can be old people with their pets. Perfect has too many variations, Mrs. Jeon!”
“If I know, my family should be perfect. it isn't,” Namjoon sighs, “I grew up thinking where we went wrong, I think it's the need you all have to 'look' perfect rather than actually 'feel' perfect that ruined it all. You never want to feel perfect, you want to look the part.”
Namjoon looks at Jungkook, “if that's the mindset your son also has, then, fine. He can do whatever. But, don't ever say his family is not perfect because it would be. If he wants.” Jungkook looks at the phone, “mum...” “You can't let those diplomatic words get to you, baby.”
“Sarangie needs a home,” Mrs. Jeon pleads almost, “Taehyung is like spring. He will come and go whenever he pleases. Sarang requires a family that will always be there with her. Not like Taehyung who is just an outsider who would run off if it gets too much. Do you get me?”
“He already proved himself, no?” she sniffles, “he ran away because his dreams were bigger than his responsibilities. Kookie, my baby, I can't see my granddaughter growing up feeling insecure that she didn't have a perfect family.” “I will,” Jin pulls his hair, “do something!”
“I get you, mum,” Jungkook closes his eyes, “I get you, okay? Don't cry.” “This is not happening,” Jin turns to kick the side of the couch where Hoseok sits, making him jump, “you are not falling for her fake tears!” Hoseok grabs a hold of Jin, pulling him down, “you sit here!”
Jin tries to get out of Hoseok's hold, “you, let me go! I-” Hoseok wraps his arms around Jin, “you are not helping! Calm down! Let kook decide what he wants!” Namjoon watches them with wide eyes, “y-yeah. Whatever hobi said. I-” “I'll get engaged,” Jungkook silences everyone.
@/namjoonscrab07 thank you so much for this gorgeous moodboard 🥺🤍
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“Oh, baby, thank you!” Mrs. Jeon lets out a deep breath, “thank you! Finally, you are thinking right. So, let me prepa-” “Not now, mum,” Jungkook taps his boot, “I need to settle everything in Paris. I will get engaged when I feel like I am ready. Not now. Not because you want.”
“I don't want to mess this up, okay?” Jungkook looks over at Daejung, “if nothing, Daejung is my friend and moreover, his father's deal with our company means a lot to both of our families. I can't mess it up because you want to. I will think about this. But, for now, drop it.”
“I am moving to another country and I will be crazy if I drag him there with me for no reason too,” Jungkook rubs his hand over his face, “also, I will emotionally cheat on him if I get engaged to him right now, because I still love Taehyung. It's not fair to him or to me!”
“What is emotional cheating?!” Mrs. Jeon thunders, “you are making up stuff that never existed-” “Well, according to old generation, other sexualities didn't exist either. Doesn't mean it's true or right, your views, I mean,” Namjoon quips, “stop blaming us for your ignorance!”
Jungkook gives Namjoon a look, “what I am saying is,” he looks down at the floor, “I won't go and get myself even more tangled when I need to sort this out first. I have feelings for Taehyung and I need time to move on. I need to look at Daejung and stop comparing him to Tae.”
“I need this time to fix my daughter's life and then I can think about mine,” Jungkook rubs his temple, “so, no, mum. I wasn't asking your permission. I was telling you that I am moving to Paris. You can send your blessings or you can curse me. I need to do this for my daughter.”
“My perfect family is Sarangie,” Jungkook looks over at Jin, “Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung. They have always been my perfect family and I think as long as they are with me, I will be perfect. Just… I love you a lot, mum. I would do this anyway, but if you agree, I will feel good.”
“I will go now,” Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, “I need to find Yoongi hyung and let him know that his kook can do better and apologize for letting him down. I feel like I let him down by not speaking up sooner, and I need to make it right for my baby now. Bye, mum.”
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“You didn't let me down, okay?” Yoongi knocks their legs together, sipping from the bottle of soju while they sit side by side on the rooftop of the Jeon head office, “you fvcked up, and I did too. We are all the same, kook. We are humans. We make mistakes. It's okay.”
“As long as you apologize and try to show that you are sorry, it's alright,” Yoongi watches the Seoul skyline, “you are hurt too. I get it. I am so proud that you took a stand. Exactly. You need to move on and not do that with a rebound fiancé. You need to do that alone.”
“You need to find a ground for youself and if after that, you find someone, that's good,” Yoongi looks at Jungkook, “I will try this too. You know?” he looks at the horizon, “I will move ahead. Leave Hoba, Jiminie, everyone behind and just... be myself. Let myself breathe!”
“If I find someone after that, fine,” Yoongi takes another sip, “if I don't, that's fine too. We don't need to always end up with someone to be full or shit like that. You know?” Jungkook nods, “I got that. I won't do Daejung justice if I get engaged to him when I feel nothing!”
Jungkook leans his head against Yoongi's shoulder, “take in the view, hyung. This is probably the last time we will see Seoul like this in a long time.” Yoongi smiles, tilts his head to lean against Jungkook, “yeah. It's time to bid Seoul goodbye for the time being.”
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“Are you alright?” Taehyung rubs Jimin's chest, “you are burning with fever for the past two days, you are having headaches. You didn't eat anything since the morning. What is going on, Chim?” Jimin's eyes are tearful, he blinks back the headiness to look at Taehyung, “Tae…”
“Yeah? What is it, you are worrying me, Chim!” Taehyung leans forward, worry clear in his eyes. Jimin looks away, blinking back tears, “you know… that night, before we came here? Yoongi came to meet me.” Taehyung frowns, “okay…” Jimin sniffles, “we ended up making out.”
Taehyung hesitates, blinks down at the omega, “like... sex?” Jimin shakes his head, “no! We just made out. I don't know, I hate myself, but I just… I don't know, okay?” Taehyung nods, waves his hands, “okay, okay. I am no one to judge, trust me. Then what happened?”
Jimin bites down on his lower lip, “I…” he hesitates for a second before he pulls the T-shirt down and Taehyung's eyes follow the path. A bruise sits on Jimin's pulse-point over his neck, a little purple, blood dried around the wound. Taehyung stares, Jimin stares at him.
“That's a mating bite,” Taehyung chokes on his words, “that's, Park Jimin, that's a bloody mating mark!” Jimin turns on his side, burying his face against the pillows, “I know, okay? I know that!” Taehyung grabs Jimin by his shoulder and turns him, “what the hell did you do?!”
Jimin springs up on the bed, “I don't know! He avoids my neck when we do anything, I mean, used to,” Jimin waves it off, “but, I am not sure this is... I don't remember. Also, I am struggling with the mark, which means it's one-sided! He is not mated to me!” Taehyung curses.
“Is it life-threatening?!” Taehyung grips Jimin's hands, “if it is-” “It's not!” Jimin sighs, “it will just... it will get absorbed in the blood and slowly wash off. Leave a scar and that's it. Nothing to worry about. Okay?” Taehyung nods, “does he know? Do you think he knows?”
Taehyung's eyes widen, “do you think he did it knowingly to bound you to him?!” Jimin snorts, shakes his head, “Min Yoongi is a lot of things, Tae, but he is not a liar or sneaky bastard. If he did this knowingly, he'll take responsibility. He left his love to fulfil his duty.”
Jimin hugs himself, “I will have to hide it. I can't let him know, otherwise he will go all pack leader mode and try to complete the mating. I need to hide it.” “Are you sure?” Taehyung tilts his head, “are you sure you don't want to tell him?” Jimin shakes his head, “no.”
Jimin smiles at Taehyung, “I just need to sleep around for the omega in me to get confused and squash the bond down my veins. You know?” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “as if you would do that.” Jimin looks away, “I might. I might give it a try. One-night stands. Sounds good.”
Taehyung says nothing. He looks at Jimin and Jimin looks back. Then Taehyung is pulling Jimin in a hug and Jimin is burying his face against Taehyung's chest with a sniffle. Taehyung kisses the top of his head, “it will be alright, okay? We will find a way.”
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Jungkook holds Sarang close to his chest, his eyes moving on the crowd, while Yoongi holds the luggage. “Didn't they say they will come to pick us up?” Yoongi mutters, “where are they?” Jungkook shrugs, “here. Taehyung said, he will be here when I said he doesn't have to.”
Yoongi pushes his Ray-Ban up his nose and makes a face, “this place is too crowded. I see no one. Let me call-” “Sarangie!” The scream startles them both. Jungkook looks at the crowd again to see Taehyung, on his toes and waving with both his hands. Jimin right beside him.
“Okay, act cool,” Jungkook mutters to himself, “act very cool. We are cool. Coolest-” “Please stop talking,” Yoongi pushes the trolley forward, “you are such a loser!” Jungkook glares at the man and follows Yoongi down the path to the railings, where Taehyung and Jimin wait.
Jungkook reaches the barricade, and before he can open his mouth Sarang is reaching out, hands outstretched with a wide, gummy smile on her lips and Taehyung is grabbing her under her arms and pulling her against his chest. “Oh, you are here,” Taehyung sobs, “hi, baby. Hi!”
Taehyung sobs openly. His tears smearing across Sarang's cheeks, hair and all over her face. She squints at him, nose scrunching up while she giggles. Jungkook's heart stutters in his chest because he hasn't heard that giggle since Taehyung left. “Oh, papa missed you!”
Sarang reaches to grasp at Taehyung's jacket, eyes wide. Taehyung smiles wide, sniffling, “red jacket. I know you like the colour. How do I look, baby? Do you like it? I bought one for you too. We can match. Do you think papa looks good?” “The best,” Jungkook blurts out.
Taehyung's eyes shift to him, as if he is finally seeing Jungkook. His mouth falls open and then the omega's face flushes. “Sorry, I,” Taehyung holds Sarang closer, “how are you?” Jungkook gulps, forces his voice to come out, “good. I am good. You look good.” Yoongi snorts.
“You look like that baby chick emoji in phones that is coming out of an egg,” Yoongi leans against the barricade, “why are you wrapped in so much wool?” Jimin glares, “because I felt like it! Your point?” Yoongi shrugs, “you look weird.” Jimin hisses, “good. That's the plan!”
“Looking weird is the plan?” Yoongi eyes him, “why? Trying to look the part of it? How you are?” Jimin grits his teeth, “stop talking before I punch your Ray-Ban into your eyes.” “Ahh, you sound like those chicks too,” Yoongi leans forward, “chaotic.”
Jungkook looks Taehyung up and down, “Paris suits you.” Taehyung snorts, looking at Sarang while his cheeks burn, “I didn't even do my makeup-” “Still number one,” Jungkook winces when Yoongi elbows him, “I mean, you are really good-looking-” “Let's go now,” Yoongi sighs.
“I am not sitting beside him!” Jimin curses, “go to the front!” Yoongi shrugs, “wasn't planning on it anyway,” he goes to sit at the front. After securing Sarang in her seat, Taehyung sits beside Jungkook and Jimin on his other side.
Taehyung looks at Jungkook, “you look good,” he nods, looking down at his hands, “I heard,” he hesitates, voice down, not heard over Yoongi and Jimin's constant jabs at each other, “I heard you cancelled your engagement?” Jungkook sucks in a breath, “yeah,” he nods, “uhh...”
He forces a laugh out of himself, “I mean, I felt like I was moving too soon? I should take some time out for myself, you know? No rush.” Taehyung bites down on his lower lip, “I didn't think you would do this. Come here for me and our baby. No alpha I know would.”
“Yoongi hyung kicked my ass,” Jungkook looks at where Yoongi is, “kind of opened my eyes to the obvious that I can do this for my baby.” Taehyung looks over at Yoongi, a forlorn look on his face, “he is a good alpha.” Jungkook elbows him, “I don't get a compliment?”
“I just told you that you are handsome!” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “what more?” Jungkook sighs, lips jutting out, “go back to saying I am different from any alphas you ever met.” Taehyung makes a face, “I never said that.” Jungkook stares, “you just now did! Liar!”
Taehyung has a tender look on his face, he looks away, “fine. You are different.” Jungkook leans a little closer, “good different or bad?” Taehyung huffs out a breath, “Jungkook... I didn't miss you teasing me!” Jungkook's lips twitch, “I think you did. I think you missed me.”
Taehyung holds his breath when Jungkook's hand takes a hold of his. Taehyung looks down at Jungkook's hand between his both hands and back up at Jungkook. “Did you miss me?” Jungkook asks, there's a vulnerability Taehyung can easily hear, “at all? For a minute? A second?”
Taehyung's hands twitch before they tighten around Jungkook's and the omega focuses on their hands, “why do you want to know?” Jungkook's thumb rubs over Taehyung's knuckles, “just want to know if at least my this feeling was reciprocated.” Taehyung's eyes are on him then.
Jungkook knows he shouldn't have said it. He knows what the answer will be. He knows very well how Taehyung will react. The vulnerability is clear in Taehyung's eyes, and Jungkook knows what's coming. He holds his breath, hopes it doesn't hurt as much as he knows it will...
Taehyung's pinkie wraps around his, too slowly and hesitantly for Jungkook to think that the omega didn't even do it consciously. Those large eyes hold him captive. “I missed you,” Taehyung whispers, between them, for Jungkook to hear, “I missed you more than I should.”
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“Are you sure this is not a problem?” Jungkook asks when the car stops, “us staying side by side?” Taehyung shrugs, “not at all. It's better, actually. I suggested you two stay in our house, but Jimin protested, and I think he is right. A little privacy is good. I guess?”
Jungkook gives a small smile, “of course. I understand that.” Taehyung holds Sarang closer to his chest, “I will drop her off to yours when I leave for the job,” he blushes, “otherwise, can she stay with me?” Jungkook nods, “no problem. She is already asleep anyway.”
Taehyung hums, “you two are having dinner with us, okay?” Jungkook looks over at Yoongi and back to Taehyung, “sure.” “There won't be any poison in the food, right?” Yoongi looks at where Jimin stands, scratching his nape, “I don't trust anyone here.” Taehyung laughs.
“No poison,” Taehyung assures, “see you in a few hours, then?” Jungkook and Yoongi watch the omegas get in the house. “Did you notice something?” Yoongi asks, leaning against the car, “Jimin's scent...” he frowns, “it's kind of heavy and changed.” Jungkook frowns, “what?”
Yoongi shrugs, “he smells of cherry blossoms. Today,” he chews the inside of his cheek, “he was smelling of, I don't know, a mix of cherry blossom and something earthy. What is that.” “That happens when you sleep with an alpha, or you mate,” Jungkook frowns, “the scents mix.”
Yoongi's face morphs into blankness, “he is not mated.” Jungkook stills, looking over at Yoongi, “so…” he looks at where Jimin is going inside the house, “he slept with someone?” Yoongi's eyes harden, he turns away to pull his luggage out of the car, “let's get inside.”
“So, he slept with someone?!” Jungkook rounds the car, following Yoongi inside, “no, are you sure? This is-” Yoongi gives a small laugh, “this is nothing. He clearly told me we are free to do whatever we want. I guess, he was dying to get that freedom. I hope it was good!”
Jungkook takes a hold of Yoongi's elbow, stopping him, “listen, I suggest you talk to him. You know? You can be wrong. We both can-” “No, I don't want him to laugh at my face,” Yoongi looks away, “he is free to do whatever. Clearly. I won't ask him shit. Whatever, kookie.”
“I will just stay here a few months to settle you down,” Yoongi throws the luggage on the couch and sits down, “then I will go back.” Jungkook looks at Yoongi, “Hobi hyung broke things off with Namjoon hyung last night. I think... I think you should talk to him too?”
Yoongi looks away, “yeah. I guess, it's all turning out how it should be. Right.” Jungkook sits down beside Yoongi, “you want to talk about it?” Yoongi shrugs, “no. I will just go and call Hoba. He asked me to call him when we land.” Jungkook nods.
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Taehyung stops when a message beeps in his phone. He pulls his phone out and looks at the screen. 'Unknown Number.' Taehyung opens the message to read it. It's a picture. Of Daejung and Jungkook. They are kissing, smiles stretched across their lips. Arms around each other...
Taehyung looks at the photo, his eyes going from the two of them to their hands. The engagement rings sit snugly on their fingers. Light reflecting on them. Taehyung reads the message then.
“𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑆𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔'𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑟.”
Taehyung reads the message again. His eyes moving from the screen to where Sarang sleeps peacefully on his bed. Taehyung lets out a shuddery breath, going back to the photo and staring at it. Jungkook smiles into the kiss, and Daejung looks just as happy. It looks too real.
Taehyung looks at the photo for a few seconds before he calls a number. “Hey, hyung,” Taehyung stares at Sarang, “I am sending you a picture. Can you test it and tell me if it's real or not?” The man on the other side hums, “sure, Tae. Send it in. It will take some time.”
Taehyung frowns, “how long?” “An hour or so,” the man sighs, “is it confidential?” Taehyung shrugs, “not really. I just need to find out if it's real or edited. I will send you. I need the result as soon as you can deliver.” The man hums, “send it in then.”
Taehyung sends the picture and goes to sit on the bed. He leans on his elbow and stares at Sarang while she sleeps peacefully. Taehyung reaches to card his fingers through her hair, “I am not going to give up your custody, baby. I will fight whoever it is. Trust me, okay?”
The message comes almost an hour later. “𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙.” Taehyung lets out a short laugh, nodding to himself, “so you are like all those cunning alphas too. I must say,” he gulps, forcing down the bile that rises to his throat, “I was starting to…”
Taehyung shakes his head, “I can't believe I was starting to think you are any different. Any different than every alpha I have ever known!” Jimin walks into the room then, showered, wrapped in a robe, “what happened?” Taehyung holds his phone out, “this happened.”
Jimin reads it all carefully. Zooms into the photo. He looks at Taehyung and then at Sarang and then back at the screen. “I think you should ask Jungkook,” Jimin murmurs, “let him-” “Lie more?” Taehyung snorts, “tell him I know this, so he can make another plan?”
Taehyung lies on his back, eyes on the ceiling, “my entire life, the alphas fucked me over. Now it's Jungkook. I will not let him, you know? He wants to manipulate me, right? I will let him think he is succeeding. I will let him have the say till the end. Then I will ruin him.”
Jimin curses, “what are you planning?” Taehyung looks at Jimin, “He was hitting on me. He was clearly flirting. He wants to create an illusion where I believe that he is in love with me, so I easily trust him enough for him to proceed with the plan, right? I will let him.”
Taehyung's jaw clenches, “I will let him believe I like him, hell, I will act like I am falling in love with him, and when he tries to move with his plan, I will break it down to him. He needs to know who he is dealing with. I will break him before he can break me. Right?”
Taehyung glares at the wall, “since the start, it's all a fucking contract to him. No? It's all a business proposal. I will show him what business feels like. I will let him believe he has me in his palm. Just watch me, Chim, I will act like I am so in love with him…”
Jimin hesitates, “Tae, I get this. I know how it feels to be cheated on like this. But, babe, just think rationally. He can win this case anyway. You are single. You have no steady jobs supporting you. You have no way to support a child. The case will be on his side anyway...”
“Why would he do this?” Jimin points at the phone, “why would he do this when all he has to do is file the case and win it. Your own family will stand for him, I am sure. He is going to win anyway. Why would he waste so much time and effort? It doesn't make sense. At all.”
“Babe, the photo can be old,” Jimin waves his hands desperately, “the photo can be for their engagement before he met you. The man you called, he can be bought with money. A lot of things can happen. How can you trust everyone but not your child's father? Ask him. Once.”
“If I ask him, he will be alert,” Taehyung hisses, “he is a businessman, Chim! He doesn't want that 1% doubt of me wining this case. You don't know how cunning alphas are! You have no idea! He is going for the safest option. My sign! How can you think he will not lie to me?”
Jimin makes a face, “you think this is the safest option? He randomly shows up, plans to make you fall in love which didn't happen in this long, and then trust blindly that you will sign a damn contract without reading it? You really think he is stupid enough to plan this?!”
Jimin takes a hold of Taehyung's hands, “baby, I know you went through hell and back because of the alphas in your life. Hell, you hate Namjoon hyung for always staying away. Your own brother. I get it. But, do you, ask yourself, really think Jungkook is the same?”
“He comes from one of the most influential families in Seoul,” Jimin speaks in a soft voice, “if he wanted the clear shot, he could have easily erased you,” Jimin nods when Taehyung's eyes snap to match his, “yes. He can easily cut you off the picture without breaking a sweat.”
“Why would he take this path?” Jimin shakes his head, “Min family and the Jeons are the biggest forces in Seoul. Their hands are deep in the underground too. They can easily get you or me or anyone off their backs if they want. Think this through. Talk to him. Okay?”
Taehyung snorts, “and, that doesn't warn you? What if he is taking this way to not get blood in his hands? What if he is doing this, so he doesn't have to take the path you just mentioned? What if that's the ultimate choice? Killing me? Do you want me to escalate it?”
Jimin fumbles for words. Taehyung stands up, walking back and forth, “we both know where Yoongi hyung, and he can reach, and why do you think suddenly they both show up here? Just the two of them? No one else! Why do you think? I should have thought this through!”
Jimin stands up, glares at Taehyung, “Yoongi is not a murderer. I refuse to believe he is one. I refuse to believe he will harm any one of us. I will die believing that I know the alpha I fell in love with, Taehyung. You are projecting your trauma, and you need to get out of it!”
Jimin shakes his head, “I left him, but I will fight anyone who says he is anything but a perfect alpha. He would never do something like this. You can't trust Jungkook? Fine. I trust Yoongi in this. I will ask him. I will say I got the message and I will ask him. You wait here!”
“If it was the truth, Tae,” Jimin takes Taehyung's hands in his, “Yoongi would get me out of the picture and still be with Hobi hyung. Businessmen like them need to keep in touch with the underground to run their business. That doesn't mean they are murderers. Come on.”
Jimin takes the phone from the bed and tightens the robe around himself, “I will go and ask him. You stay here. Okay? Stay here. I will ask him.” Taehyung opens his mouth to protest, but Jimin is already out of the room, “you are in a damn robe!” Jimin rushes down the stairs...
There is a door that connects the two houses through the garden because the houses are owned by two brothers. Jimin takes that route to get to the next house and looks around when he sees no one in the living room. With a sigh, he starts for the bedrooms upstairs.
“Yes, hoba, I am fine.” Jimin pauses, stills by the first room. “I just landed, how are you missing me already?” Yoongi laughs, “no, that's alright. We can skype. Yeah. How are you? Did Namjoon call? Hoba, do you feel fine?”
“I miss you too, okay?” Yoongi sighs, “I am sorry that I had to leave right after you broke up with Namjoon. I am sorry.” Jimin grips the door knob, his eyes on the alpha. Yoongi chuckles, “sure. Just come here. It feels lonely. Yeah. You asshole, I will always miss you.”
Jimin's vision blurs, he wipes at his eyes, “you knew this. Stop reacting like a loser,” he mumbles to himself, desperately wiping his eyes. “Come here then,” Yoongi murmurs, voice forlorn, “I need you too, Hoba. I think we both need each other at this point.” Jimin steps away.
Jimin inhales deeply, shaking his head, “you are here for Tae. If Yoongi is busy,” Jimin looks around, “let's find Jungkook. Taehyung needs sorting,” Jimin looks back at the alpha in the room, his eyes watering, “you never had anything to sort anyway. Come on. Come on!”
He forces himself to move down the corridor and push the next door open to see Jungkook leaning against the balcony with a mug of something in his hand. Jimin inhales deeply, forcing himself to talk, “Jungkook,” he nods when Jungkook turns swiftly, startled, “can we talk?”
Jungkook hesitates, “Jimin…” he takes a small step closer, “you are practically naked.” Jimin wraps the robe tightly around himself, “not interested in you, buddy. You have too much chaos coming your way to care too. Now focus. This,” he throws the phone at Jungkook, “read.”
Jimin goes to sit on the bed, head in his hands, “oh, you better not be a part of this. If you are, I am going out of this room naked and my robe around your broken neck!” Jungkook chokes, “wha-” he looks down at the phone, reading the message, “wait, what the fuck!”
Jungkook cringes, “okay, this photo is fake! I have never kissed him! What is going on!” Jimin looks up, glares, “you try to lie, I will have your head! That is you and we have proof!” Jungkook glares back, “this is not me! I never clicked such photos with Daejung!”
“What do you mean you never kissed him, you spent your ruts with him?!” Jimin stands up, shouts, “don't fucking lie on my face when I came here to save your ass. What-” Jungkook holds his hands up, “I meant, in this setting, like this... I didn't kiss him. Okay? This isn't me!”
Jimin takes a hold of Jungkook's shirt, “this not a drama where your twin brother showed up for revenge! We tested the photo and it's real!” Jungkook takes a hold of Jimin's wrists, “bro, I am not lying! This is not me!” “Why are you naked and on each other?” Yoongi walks in.
Jimin keeps his eyes on Jungkook, “you are not going to get out of this with that flimsy lie that this is not you!” Jimin startles, hisses when he feels an arm wrap around his waist, pulling him away from Jungkook. He looks over his shoulder at Yoongi and Yoongi glares.
“What the hell are you wearing, and did you just come all the way here in this?!” Yoongi growls, “there are guards. There are other-” Jimin shoves Yoongi away, “touch me and I will tear your arm off! Now,” he looks at Jungkook, “tell me in details. I need to know what you mean!”
Jungkook shakes his head, “this isn't me. I don't remember ever having a twin brother. I don't know what you're saying, and I have no clue why I am getting shouted at for no reason. Can we all sit down and talk like the adults we are?” Jimin hums, “fine. Let's do that. Come on.”
Yoongi grabs Jimin by his elbow, “oh, no, no. You are absolutely mental if you think you are walking out of here in that shitty robe, looking like this! Jungkook, get Taehyung here, you are staying here!” Jungkook nods, “wait here.” Jimin shoves at Yoongi, “leave me!”
Jungkook rushes out of the room to get Taehyung. Jimin wraps the robe tightly around himself, inhaling deeply. He rubs his forehead, finally facing Yoongi after he gets out of his clutch, a few feet away from him. “Is that,” Yoongi whispers, “is that a mating mark?”
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Resigned; a #YoonminAU "So stop. Stop bringing others between us!" Yoongi tries to take a hold of the omega, "stop making it about the other person-" Jimin’s eyes flicker to Hoseok who is in Yoongi’s car, worried eyes fixed on them, "yeah," Jimin sighs, "let's stop."
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When Jungkook and Taehyung come back, Jimin has tears rolling down his eyes, glare fixed on Yoongi who looks livid. He has Jimin pressed up against the wall, and his hand rests on the wall right beside Jimin's head. Jungkook and Taehyung stare. “What happened?” Taehyung asks.
Jimin shoves Yoongi away, wrapping the robe around himself protectively before looking away. Yoongi turns towards him, his eyes burning golden. Taehyung's eyes flicker over to Jimin and back at Yoongi. Yoongi inhales deeply before stepping away from Jimin. “Nothing.”
“Can you two talk,” Jimin wipes his eyes, “it's about you two!” Taehyung looks at Jungkook and Jungkook looks at him. They both slowly walk in and Jungkook closes the door behind them. “Where is Sarangie?” Jimin wonders. “With her nanny,” Taehyung murmurs, “now...”
“The picture,” Jungkook starts as soon as they all settle, “it's not mine. I never clicked a photo like that with Daejung.” Taehyung looks at the alpha, his eyes focused on the man, “the photo is not edited. So, what are you saying?” Jungkook sighs, “your guy lied to you.”
Taehyung's expression doesn't change, “he works for my dad. Why would he lie to me?” Jungkook shrugs, “so, now you will trust a random guy over me?” Taehyung snorts, leaning back on his chair, “yes? Why should I trust you?” Jungkook glares, “because, why would I lie?!”
“Why would he lie, either?” Taehyung grips the armrest of the couch, “he got no reason-” “Who is this person whom you trust more than the guy you have a baby with,” Yoongi leans forward, “I would like to know why you think this guy can't be bought with money. Who is he?”
Jimin snorts, “just because he has a baby with Jungkook, he should blindly trust him?” Yoongi's eyes shift to Jimin, “when you trust someone enough to put out and get a result out of it,” his eyes focus on the bite mark on Jimin's shoulder, “they must mean a lot. No?”
“That was an accident,” Taehyung grits his teeth, “and, this guy has nothing to lie about!” “Who is this guy?!” Jungkook thunders, “I need to know who is this guy that can't be bought-” “Namjoonie hyung,” Taehyung murmurs, “it's Namjoonie hyung.” The room freezes.
Jimin blinks, eyes wide and jaw loosening, “wh-what?” Taehyung nods, eyes glistening, focused on Jungkook, “now you tell me, Jungkook. Why shouldn't I trust my own brother and go for you?” Jimin whips around to glare at Jungkook, “what the fuck?!”
Jungkook shakes his head, frown deep, “I am not lying! I wouldn't lie. Why would I-” Taehyung looks away, wiping his eyes swiftly, “well, you are still lying. Namjoonie hyung would never lie to me. He is a lot of things but not a liar. Never a liar. Not to me.”
Jungkook curses, “I swear on Sarangie, I didn't click the photo. I have no ulterior motive! I am not like that! Why would I make so much effort if-” “We could have got rid of you ages ago, Tae,” Yoongi leans back on his seat, “if that's what we wanted,” he crosses his legs.
Jimin glowers, “are you seriously threatening us?!” Yoongi ignores Jimin, his eyes focused on Taehyung, “a lot of things could have happened. You wouldn't make it out of the labour. You're slipping off the stairs. Your car getting hit by another. I can name a few easy ways out.”
Yoongi tilts his head, his gaze turning colder with each word, “why on earth will we take the most ridiculous and stupid way possible? This goes nowhere for us? You realize that, right? If that damn custody was all we wanted, you won't be sitting here right now. Trust me.”
Taehyung leans forward, “what reasons Namjoonie hyung can have to do this?” Yoongi shrugs, “a lot of reasons, actually. He can be paid-” Jimin laughs, “yes, he needs money.” Jungkook snorts, “money is something you always want more. No matter how much you have it.”
“Or,” Yoongi frowns, eyes boring into Taehyung's glaring ones, “he can be threatened. With something. Blackmailed.” The three of them look at Yoongi. Yoongi looks at Jungkook, “out of all of us, he will break first if it's about one of us. Right? He can be blackmailed.”
Jungkook blinks at Yoongi, “what would he be blackmailed with?!” Yoongi shrugs, “something, or,” his face goes blank, “someone?” Jungkook gapes, “someone?!” Yoongi looks down at his feet, “yes. Jin,” his eyes widen, “maybe hoba?! Damn it, he can go down for these two!”
Jungkook springs up, pulling out his phone, “I will call Jin hyung, and you call-” “No!” Yoongi grabs Jungkook's hand, “we can't do that. We can't ask them! Come on, gguk! Use your brain! What if their phones are recorded or shit like that? We can't call them!”
“All of this to make Taehyung hate Jungkook?” Jimin makes a face, “it makes no sense to me! Why is this so important?! What is going on?!” “Maybe someone wants Jungkook to marry Daejung,” Taehyung looks at Jungkook, “maybe someone wants her ego satisfied. Right?”
Jungkook takes a step towards Taehyung, “you are not shitting on my mum until it's proven! Do you get it?!” Taehyung stands up too, “well, if this is all a game, and you have no play in this, who else?!” “He is right,” Jimin stands up too, “this sounds like her idea!”
“We need to figure out what Namjoon is doing,” Yoongi leans back on his seat, “we need to figure out if he is, in fact, blackmailed or not.” “How do we do that?” Jungkook wonders, looking at Yoongi. “Call hobi hyung,” Jimin nods, “ask him to come here to you. See if he can.”
Taehyung frowns, “what good lies in that?” Jimin makes a deadpanned face, “if the threat is not on Hobi hyung, he will be here. If it is, Namjoon hyung won't let him come here. A lot of things can happen during the journey. We need to sort through the ones important to him.”
Jimin turns to Jungkook, “then you call Jin hyung. After Hobi hyung is here. You make it sound like the office here is a mess, and you need help. Immediate help. Beg him to join you here. See if Jin hyung can come here, and we will wait for Namjoon's reaction. Then we will know.”
Yoongi makes a face, “what reason can I possibly give to Hoba for him to come here?” Jimin looks at Yoongi, his face morphing into blankness, “love. Tell him the truth. That you love him, and you need him here, now that he broke up with Namjoon, he should be with you. Right?”
Yoongi's jaw tightens, “love is not a fucking plaything to me like you, Jimin. I can't really lie to him about that.” Jimin nods, “I know. That's why you should do this. You aren't really lying. Are you? It's the truth.” Yoongi gives him a smirk, “well, better than yours.”
Jimin breathes out a laugh, “indeed. Now, call him. Tell him to come here.” “No,” Jungkook stops Yoongi to look at Taehyung, “first, I need to know if you believe me or not. I won't go through so much and jeopardize everyone's life if you believe this anyway.”
Taehyung looks at Jungkook, his eyes roaming over Jungkook's face, “I don't know who to trust. I want to trust you, Jungkook, but if I do,” he hugs himself, his voice cracking, “my own brother turns culprit. I don't know, okay? I just want the truth. That's all I want.”
“All I wanted was to get away from you and your family and mine,” Taehyung goes to sit, his limbs trembling while he curls in on himself, “I got so tangled in this, now I feel suffocated. I don't need this, you know? I never wanted any of this. So, just… let's see who is lying.”
Yoongi pulls out his phone, dialling. Everyone waits, their eyes on Yoongi. Jimin goes to sit beside Taehyung, his eyes on the carpet. “Hoba,” Yoongi greets. Jimin snaps his eyes closed. “Hey, I know, I just called you, can we talk?” Yoongi gets up and leaves the room.
“Are you okay?” Taehyung holds Jimin's hand in his. Jimin shrugs, eyes on their joined hands, “I might never be okay again, Tae,” he smiles at their joined hands, “I might never be okay again.” Jungkook taps his boot, eyes on Taehyung and Jimin. They wait for a few minutes.
Yoongi walks inside the room, his hands in his pockets, “he is taking the next flight. He is not feeling well there anyway,” Yoongi keeps his eyes on Jimin, “I just told him he should be around his friends and the change of location might help him too. Hoba will be here soon.”
Jimin gets up then, “okay,” he forces his voice to stay steady, “now that we got that sorted,” he looks at Jungkook, “you will call Jin hyung when Hobi hyung is here. We will have at least a clue, hopefully, by then.” Taehyung gets up, “yeah. That's for the best.”
“Who are you calling?” Yoongi looks at Jungkook. Jungkook stands up, phone in his hand, “well, until I know what is going on, I am hiring people to follow Namjoon and my mum. I need to know what they are doing.” “Daejung,” Yoongi nods when everyone looks at him, “on him too.”
Jungkook nods, turning away to speak. Taehyung follows the alpha with his eyes. When done, Jungkook turns to them. “So, until it's all solved,” Jungkook looks at Taehyung, “I cannot meet Sarangie?” Taehyung looks away, “I won't do that to you, Jungkook. She is your daughter.”
He looks at the alpha, “I don't know who is doing what, but as long as you are not proven guilty, I will not take her away from her dada. You can,” he shrugs, “you can come to the dinner too-” “No,” Jungkook shakes his head, looking away, “I don't want to go there anymore.”
He chuckles to himself, “I came here with that stupid hope that maybe, maybe down the road, you will start to feel something for me, you know?” he doesn't match Taehyung's eyes, “I had this stupid hope that would not go away. I thought you felt something for me too. A little.”
“But,” Jungkook gives Taehyung a rueful smile, “you don't. You never will. You just believed I am the culprit without even asking me, Tae. Did I ever give you a reason to think I can stoop that low? I did many wrong things, but I never did something for you to believe this.”
“I...” he presses his index finger over his chest, “I am so in love with you,” his voice comes out as a whisper, echoes in the room anyway, “I am so in love with you, and you don't even trust me. After all this time, I didn't get your trust. That fucking hurts me the most.”
Jimin and Yoongi look away, their eyes on anything but the two of them. Jungkook wipes his eyes, shrugs, “so, no. Tae. I am not going for dinner. I am fine. I am here for Sarangie to have her papa. I will keep that in mind. Thanks. Let's cut the ties we brought here from Seoul.”
Jimin and Yoongi look at each other. Yoongi's eyes trail over Jimin's face, slowly dragging down his throat to the mating mark. Yoongi's lips curl in disgust. Jimin wraps his arms around himself, hugging himself tightly, “yeah,” he whispers, “let's cut all the ties we carried.”
Yoongi nods, jaw tightening, “they are broken anyway. Might as well give up on them and move on. Makes sense.” Jimin gives a hollow laugh, “of course it makes sense. It's time to move on. Surely.” Taehyung looks away, “right. Let's go, mimi. I am tired. Sarangie is alone, too.”
Taehyung and Jimin walk past the alphas. Jungkook and Yoongi don't turn to watch them go. When their scents fade and their footsteps stop reaching the alphas, the two of them let out a breath. Jungkook snorts, “how did we end up here?” Yoongi shrugs, “I have no idea.”
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Taehyung dresses Sarang up, his eyes following her while she bites on her own fingers and watches him back. Taehyung gets ready for the bed, making a nest for himself while he holds Sarang closer to his chest. Sarang stares at him, eyes wide and no sleep in them.
“What is it, baby?” Taehyung asks, patting her gently on the back, “why are you still up? Sleep now. Come on. You must be tired.” Sarang eyes him, lips jutting out while she garbles something close to a whine. Taehyung frowns, checks her stomach and pats her again. “What, bub?”
Sarang cuddles closer to him, sniffing him before ruffling even more close. Taehyung smiles, pats her back, kissing the top of her head. “Sleep, my baby, what is bothering you?” Taehyung wonders.
“She is not sleeping!” Taehyung calls Jimin on the other room, “what is wrong, I don't understand. She is not sleeping, and I don't know what else I can possibly-” Jimin shushes him, “call Jungkook. This is a new place. She might be feeling uneasy, and she hasn't seen her dada.”
Taehyung goes quiet. Jimin sighs, coughing himself. “Listen,” Jimin sounds more tired, “she needs the two of you, okay? I don't care who is what to you two, but for her, you two need to be the ideal parents. Come on. Call him. Okay? One call won't hurt. Right?”
Taehyung calls Jungkook a few minutes later. His eyes on his baby and the phone pressed against his ear. Jungkook picks up on the first ring, “yeah?” Taehyung bites his cheek, “Sarangie… she's not sleeping. I think it's the new place and you not being here… isn't helping.”
“Oh,” Jungkook hesitates, “I was going with Yoongi hyung to pick Hobi hyung up. He doesn't have a licence here and the cabs are...” “Right,” Taehyung looks at where Jimin walks inside the room, “of course. No, I understand. You go and pick Hobi hyung up. We will be fine.”
“What's wrong?” Jimin frowns, “why can't he come here?” Taehyung shrugs, still on phone, “he needs to go and pick Hobi hyung up. Yoongi hyung doesn't have a licence here and the cabs aren't-” Jimin looks at where Sarangie is nibbling on Taehyung's shirt, “right. She is awake.”
Jimin wraps the shawl tightly around himself, leaning over the phone, “hey, Jungkook, I have a driving licence. I will go with Yoongi. You come here. The baby needs some rest. She is very fidgety since she got here. Come on.” Taehyung shakes his head, “no. No, no. You can't!”
Jimin ignores him, “get his car running. I will meet you by the door, come on. Hurry up.” Taehyung watches Jimin leave, “you don't have to! I can make Sarangie fall asleep.” Jimin ignores him, leaving the room. Taehyung curses, looking down at the baby while he cuts the call.
After a few minutes, Taehyung sees Jungkook walking inside the room. In his joggers and T-shirt. Taehyung sits on the bed, cross-legged, with Sarang on his lap. Jungkook stands by the bed, watching the baby, and smiles when Sarang's eyes finally find him. The baby smiles wide.
Jungkook hesitates, “shall I?” Taehyung nods, “yeah, the nest is not,” he shrugs, “not comfortable anyway. I will make another. Sit.” Jungkook sits, watching how Sarang reaches out for him. Jungkook leans forward to take Sarang, and she squirms away, more in Taehyung's lap.
“What do you want, baby?” Jungkook asks, face inches away from her, “what does the princess want?” Taehyung leans against the headrest, pulling Sarang up in his arms, “come here,” he sighs, “sit beside me. She wants us both near her.” Jungkook looks at Taehyung, Taehyung nods.
Taehyung knows the alphas all smell the same. He knows the earthy scent of an alpha is just as strong as the other alphas, but it still makes something flutter in him. The closer Jungkook gets, the deeper the flutter roots itself in Taehyung. Taehyung focuses on Sarang instead.
Jungkook comes to settle beside him, eyes on Sarang who reaches for him and holds Jungkook's thumb in her grasp. Taehyung hums, patting her gently, “do you want to hear the story papa was telling, baby?” Sarang's wide eyes find him and she waits. Taehyung picks up the book.
Jungkook takes the book, “you hold her,” Jungkook flips the page, “I will tell her the story.” Taehyung nods, slowly bouncing her on his knees while Jungkook reads the story. Taehyung watches how Sarang's eyes start to droop, and he feels sleep slowly creeping up on him too.
Taehyung slowly lies down after placing Sarang beside him. He watches how Jungkook hides his yawn behind his hand, reading the book because whenever he stops, Sarang would start to fuss. Taehyung forces himself to stay away, eyes on the alpha who reads slowly as Sarang watches.
Taehyung doesn't remember if his father ever read him a bedtime story. He doesn't konw if he ever fell asleep between his parents. He doesn't know how it feels to be Sarang. He looks at Sarang and tears brim in his eyes. He presses a kiss on her forehead, looking at Jungkook.
Jungkook has a hand on Sarang's head, slowly patting her while he fights sleep to read to her. Taehyung wipes his eyes, leaning on his hand while he watches Jungkook. He tries to match his father with Jungkook, and it just doesn't sit right.
“𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑝𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠!” His mind screams, the cautiousness in him eats him, fills the void with hesitance and doubt. Then he looks at Jungkook, watches how Jungkook blinks rapidly to fight off sleep and that void grows.
That void grows to fill with warmth. A certain type of warmth that closely feels like safety. A home. The alpha glances at him, and Taehyung closes his eyes, peering up at the man to see a faint smile on Jungkook's lips as the alpha watches him sleep. Then Jungkook turns away.
Taehyung's heart flutters when Jungkook yawns, rubs his eyes, squirms where he sits, but never stops reading. His hand never stops patting Sarang's forehead. Taehyung blinks away the tears that gather in his eyes. He turns away from the alpha, burying his face into the pillow.
“Why do you think turning away from whatever you feel is the right option always?” Jungkook murmurs, tired, “why do you think the moment you feel like you can let your guards down, you need to pull them higher up? Why won't you trust me, Tae? Why can't you trust me?”
Taehyung sucks in a breath when he feels the hand slowly card through his hair, nails scratching his scalp. Hot tears roll out of his eyes, smearing across the pillow. “Why can't you, if nothing more, realize I am not your father. I will never be your father. I am not him.”
“Why don't you understand I am a product of my father, my past,” Taehyung hates how soothing that hand feels in his hair, “why don't you understand what you want from me, I don't have it in me to give you. You can't fill a glass from an empty jar, Jungkook. Why can't you get it?”
Jungkook sighs, “people change, you know? With time, everyone changes. I believe.” Taehyung smiles, “what if,” his eyes are glued on the nightsky through the window, “what if you don't like the changed me anymore?” “I love you,” Jungkook pulls away, “like is not the word.”
“Also,” Jungkook sounds broken, “I don't need you to love me. I just want you to accept that I love you. I really love you.” Taehyung looks over his shoulder at the alpha, “what do you gain from that?” Jungkook is looking at his hands, “nothing. Love is not a bargain, Tae.”
Taehyung rolls to face Jungkook, “what can a one-sided love get you, Jungkook? What if one day I find someone? What if I heal because of you and find someone else to start my family with? What then? Won't you feel resentment? Won't you feel used?”
Jungkook shakes his head, “I don't know about the future. I know about the present and in my present?” he looks at Taehyung, “I love you.” Taehyung grasps the pillow, “and, I can't change that.” Jungkook shakes his head, “no, you can't.” “It will hurt you,” Taehyung whispers.
Jungkook chuckles, “that's for me to deal with. What hurts me more is,” he looks at Taehyung, “you don't want to accept that I can love you. Anyone can love you.” “I don't know about others, I never gave you a reason to love me,” Taehyung sits up, “Sarangie doesn't count.”
Jungkook looks at him as if Taehyung has gone crazy. “You think no one can love you?” Jungkook huffs out a breath, “well, I don't think I know numbers enough to list why everyone who meets you are in love with you!” Taehyung tilts his head, “really?”
Jungkook starts counting on his fingers, “you are good looking,” he waves Taehyung off when Taehyung arches a brow, “hey, it does count! Then, you are caring. You are headstrong-” “Stubborn,” Taehyung supplies, “people call it stubborn.” Jungkook stares, “I call it headstrong.”
“You have a goal, you have dreams that you are so driven for,” Jungkook folds his fingers, “that's so sexy and hot of you, well, except for when I have to stay home and take care of a crying baby,” he smiles when Taehyung fails to hide his smile, “then I curse you. Of course...”
Taehyung coughs to hide his smile, “of course, then I am the Satan's spawn!” Jungkook nods, “well, technically, you are always a Satan's spawn.” Taehyung frowns until he gets it, then he grins, throws a pillow at Jungkook's face, “hey, he is a dickhead but stop!”
Jungkook holds the pillow, a small smile tilting his lips, “you are so much more than what you give yourself credit for, Taehyung.” His eyes roam over Taehyung's face, “you are a strong, independent omega who has the courage to pay for what it takes to be you. I love you.”
“I will always love you, respect you,” Jungkook sighs, looks down at the bedsheet, tracing the patterns on it, “I don't know what future holds for us. If you find someone new, it will hurt. It will drive me crazy, I might force myself to stop loving you, if that's possible...”
“But,” his eyes flicks up to match Taehyung's eyes, “I will always respect you. I will always know to not look down on any omega because whenever I even think about it, I will remember you and know that you would kick my ass. You make me a better man, Taehyung. A better alpha.”
Taehyung looks down at his hands, shrugs, “you know, I never gave it any thought. Of a family. Finding one. Falling in love. I always moved past it because I never wanted it, now,” he sighs, chews the inside of his cheek, “shit, saying this is not easy, Jungkook. I hate you...”
“Do you get it?” Taehyung begs almost, “I would never talk about a future where I fall in love or shit like that. Have a family and settle down and crap like that, willingly. But, now...” he scratches the bedsheet, “just now I said I would. That's a start. You know? You get it?”
Taehyung closes his eyes, “I am starting to think of a future where I settle down. Fall in love. I never wanted to even consider that. Always chalked it up to all alphas being shitty. Assholes. You,” Taehyung blinks at Jungkook, “are you getting what I am saying?”
“W-what?” Jungkook stares, eyes wide and confused. He reminds Taehyung of Sarang somehow. Makes his heart ache. Taehyung lets his vulnerability show in his eyes, let them fill with tears, “don't hold onto this bare minimum, you moron, but… you make me hope for a better future.”
Taehyung watches how Jungkook sucks in a breath, he nods, “you make me want a future when all my life, I thought I would go one day at a time till it all ends. You know? I just talked about my future, when I never really wanted one. Never really dreamt of one.”
TW// Suicidal thoughts
“For a person like me,” Taehyung looks at his hands, “who always fought with the demon in him telling him to end it all. Who fought every day to keep himself going when all his instincts were telling him to just… stop. This is a huge step,” he holds his hand out, “I am shaking.”
Taehyung snorts, “I don't know which Taehyung you saw to think I am strong, but I am not. I am a terrified boy who is still hiding from his drunk father because he is terrified that if his dad finds him, there will be consequences. I am terrified of hoping for something good.”
“Good things don't happen to me, and, you,” Taehyung looks at Jungkook with so much accusation in his eyes, “you, Jeon Jungkook, are the best thing in this world if you are what you feel like to me. Just, I beg,” he pulls his hand back, trembling, “don't be him. I beg.”
Taehyung pulls his knees up to his chest, hugs himself, “I beg, don't be what every proof is saying right now for you to be,” tears well up in his eyes, toppling over the rim, “I don't think I will survive the blow if you turn out to be the culprit, you know? It will break me.”
“I don't know when I let myself trust you,” Taehyung sniffles, “I don't know when I started letting you in, but if you are, in fact, in this scheme, I will never be able to get out of that dark place I still hide into, you know? So, please, don't be that person. Please.”
Jungkook holds his hand out, places it between them, “I am not,” he shakes his head, “I am not asking you to trust me, but I am telling you that I am not into this. I would never do this. You need to trust your instinct. Not me, yourself. Trust yourself to trust me. Yeah?”
He opens his palm, upwards, waits, “trust that little sparkle of hope. You don't need to trust me. Trust yourself to know that you can do this. Trust someone without beating yourself up for it. Yeah?” Taehyung looks at the open palm with horrified, hesitant eyes.
Jungkook feels a teardrop trip over the rim of his eye while he watches Taehyung reach for his open palm. The teardrop rolls slowly, with the same pace Taehyung's hand takes to reach his hand. When their fingertips touch, the teardrop falls on Taehyung's knuckles.
Taehyung flinches, feels the moisture on his skin. He looks at the moisture and back up at Jungkook's eyes. His own eyes brim with fresh tears. Jungkook closes his palm slowly, both of their eyes on their hands. Both of them wait for Taehyung to pull away any moment.
Taehyung doesn't. Jungkook's palm curls around his, holds him in place. “Just hold on,” Jungkook begs, urges, “for whatever to come, just hold onto me, okay?” Taehyung nods, fearful eyes on Jungkook, “don't make me let go,” he sniffles, “don't break me like others did. Please.”
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Taehyung wakes up to the main door slamming closed. He yawns in his hand, watching how Sarang sleeps beside him, rolled on her side with her entire face buried in Jungkook's neck who sleeps on her other side. Taehyung watches them for a few seconds before he remembers the sound.
He walks out of his room to freeze by the door. His eyes downstairs on the living room where Jimin is. The omega is drenched, shivering from head to toe. He kneels by the fireplace, head bowed. Taehyung rushes down the stairs, “chim! Shit! Are you okay?!”
Jimin lies down on the carpet, coughing, “yeah, I am good. Just...” he squeezes his eyes closed, “give me a second. The bond hurts.” Taehyung watches the scar, “shit, Jimin, it's oozing blood.” Jimin snorts, “I know. It opened. It hurts terribly!”
Taehyung sits there, helpless, “why won't it heal?” Jimin shrugs, rolling on the floor, “a mating bond heals by the mate's saliva. You know? It's ridiculous, but, yeah. It heals if the mating is complete or it slowly fades if the half-bonded people are far away from each other.”
Jimin laughs, wincing when more blood oozes out of the scar, “kind of ruined that when I got into the same car with him.” Taehyung curses, “why can't he realize it's his?!” Jimin slowly squirms over to rest on Taehyung's thigh, “every alpha smells the same, Tae. How'd he know?”
“He bloody hell left it there!” Taehyung hisses. Jimin stares up at the ceiling, “he doesn't remember that. I didn't notice it either. It was just a bruise and then the next day I noticed it when the pain started.” “You need to stay away from him,” Taehyung murmurs.
“Why are you here?” Jimin slowly sits up, hugging himself, “where is Jungkook?” “Sleeping, upstairs,” Taehyung shakes his head, “I am giving it a chance. Trusting him, I mean.” Jimin smiles, nods, “makes sense. Good.” Taehyung shakes his head, “come, let's take you to bed.”
Jimin gets up, letting Taehyung hold him, “listen,” he hesitates, looking at Taehyung, “he knows the bond is with a random alpha I slept with here. Don't give it away, okay?” Taehyung pauses, “he believed it?” Jimin gives a sardonic smile, “why won't he? That how we started.”
Taehyung almost carries Jimin up to his room, sits him down, “change, I will get some clothes.” Jimin nods, getting out of the shirt and shorts. Taehyung dresses him up and pushes him down on the bed before covering him with the quilt. “Good night, Tae,” Jimin murmurs.
Taehyung nods, looking at the window to see the other house. The room is warmly lit, right across from Jimin's and Taehyung lets out a curse when he sees Yoongi. Yoongi is sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. Taehyung watches how the alpha looks just as exhausted.
Before Taehyung can leave, he sees Hoseok walking inside. The omega sits beside Yoongi, his hand on Yoongi's shoulder. Taehyung hates how good they look together. He hates how warm and bright their room looks in comparison to Jimin's dark, cold one. He closes the curtain.
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“Jin hyung is out on a business trip,” Jungkook says to the room, “he has left the country. So, Namjoon has let Jin hyung go too. So, he wasn't in trouble, either.” Jimin frowns, “then why would Namjoon lie and for whom exactly?”
“It doesn't make sense,” Taehyung looks at Jungkook and back at the room, “if it's not for Hobi hyung. Not for Jin hyung, then why would he lie? What is he going to get out of this?” “Did you all tell Hobi hyung?” Jimin wonders, “does he know about this?” “No,” Yoongi denies.
“We are not going to tell him,” Yoongi leans against the wall, “it's safer for him if he doesn't know. He has always been emotionally too invested, and I don't want to jeopardize his safety by getting him more into this mess.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “he is not a kid!”
“No, but he is important,” Yoongi grits out, “to me. So, no. We are not getting him involved in this! He knows he is here for a vacation and that's all he will get!” Taehyung tilts his head, “I think you should take him around the city. Leave this headache on us.”
“Can we focus on the matter in hand?” Jungkook sighs, “if Namjoon wasn't protecting anyone, then who or what is he trying to gain from this?” Jimin arches a brow, “yeah, figure that out, Jeon. Otherwise, your position kind of loosens here.” Jungkook glares, Jimin glares back.
Taehyung gets up with a sigh, “listen, I need to go to my office,” he holds Sarang out for Jimin to take, “I will be back by the evening. Till then, if you all figure something out, just call me.” Jungkook and Jimin nods. “I will go to office too,” Yoongi hums, “see you.”
Jungkook watches them go, his eyes going from Taehyung to Jimin to Sarang. “I don't know how to prove that I didn't do it,” Jungkook looks at Jimin, “I have no clue how to prove it.” Jimin sighs, “then prove who did it. Find that out. Jungkook, I know it's your mum. I do.”
Jimin frowns down at Sarang in his arms, “I just don't know how to prove it.” Jungkook rubs his temple, “I am not going to believe anything until I can prove it. Okay? For now, let me just see what else I can do.” Jimin hums, “okay. Yeah. Just... be prepared for the worst.”
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The room is dimly lit. The man sits, smoking and going through the photos one by one. Distaste fills his mouth, coiling in his guts the more he sees the photos. “I gave you too long,” he murmurs, eyes flickering over to the woman, “Jiwoo, I gave you months. You failed.”
Jiwoo leans forward, desperate, “Taehyun, I am trying! I am trying, okay?! Just,” she grits her teeth, “don't expose the clips to my son or my husband! I will get the job done!” Taehyun glares, “it's your son who got in the way, otherwise, by now, Taehyung would be dead!”
“He is not my son!” Taehyun slams his hand down on the table, “he was to be wedded off and that's it! I was ready to give him that much! But, now, now after his divorce, he will come to stay at mine again. Take what rightfully belongs to only Namjoon! His property!”
Mrs. Jiwoo Jeon rolls her eyes, “it's not my son's fault that he is beautiful. Unlike your ugly ass. He got invested!” Taehyun snorts, “well, my wife doesn't remember who the Satan's spawn is from. I never cared. Not until he divorced Jungkook! I refuse to give him anything!”
Taehyun smirks at Jiwoo, “so, get me what I want, and I will delete the clips I have of you sleeping with Jungkook's uncle, the same uncle who almost ruined Jeon corporation. I have proofs how you took money from the scandal itself. Work with me, Jiwoo. Otherwise-”
Jiwoo curses, “I am trying to break my son out of it, and then you can do whatever, Taehyun. If Jungkook stays with Taehyung and something happens to the omega, he will do anything and everything to find out who is the reason of all this and we both will suffer. Do you get it?!”
“Also,” Jiwoo smirks, “I got Namjoon to play the master-stroke because I know Taehyung will never doubt Namjoon.” “Why did Namjoon agree?” Taehyun curses, “why is he doing what you say?” Jiwoo rolls her eyes, “because, you hate Taehyung, he loves him. His brother.”
Jiwoo leans against the chair, “Namjoon thinks I will do something to Taehyung if he doesn't do what I tell him. He agrees like a scared puppy.” Taehyun curses, “what if he opens his mouth?! What if he tells someone because Taehyung will die anyway! My son is an idiot!”
Jiwoo shrugs, “I got someone else doing the dirty for me. Namjoon thinks that lady is the mastermind. She is just a paid actor who does what I tell her. Namjoon doesn't know it's me. Also, Taehyung will die of accident. You said. Right?” Taehyun nods, “yeah. I planned it.”
Jiwoo arches a brow, “what will happen to him?” Taehyun looks out through the window at the horizon, a sardonic smirk on his lips, “car accident. Short. Simple. It will crash against a truck, and he will be crushed underneath. I have my men already following him.”
“We can go ahead now,” Taehyun curses, “but Jungkook is there. His friends are there. I don't trust your son! Neither do I trust my son to not blurt it all out. I want him far away. I don't want him to be anywhere near Taehyung. It will be too risky! The kids are intelligent.”
“We need to make it look like an accident and before Jungkook or anyone of them can reach there, I want all the evidences gone!” Jiwoo hums, thoughtful, “Jimin might be there?” Taehyun snorts, “another omega? If he tries to make some noise, I will silence him too.”
“My property is my family's, okay?!” Taehyun slams his hand down on the table, “my family worked their ass off to be where we are today! I will be damned before I let any offspring get a single penny of it! Not when it's Taehyung. Not when that bastard is as worthless as he is!”
Jiwoo gets up, “I am doing my part. Namjoon will meet me tomorrow. He already planted the first seed of doubt in Taehyung's heart. Now a few more proofs against Jungkook, and we will have what we want. Don't worry.” Taehyun nods, “it better go that way, Jiwoo. Pray for it.”
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“How are you?” Namjoon sounds desperate, “Tae, are you leaving your office now?” Taehyung nods, “yes, hyung. Why?” “How would you go home?” Namjoon sounds panicked, “how-” “I have my car, hyung,” Taehyung frowns, “why?” Namjoon curses, “take the bus. Take the bus for me.”
Taehyung frowns, “why, hyung? Is everything alright?” Namjoon shrugs, “just do as I say! From now on, use public transport! For now, do as I say!” Taehyung looks at his car and back at the road, “but, why?” “Because I am saying so!” Namjoon grits out, “use the damn bus!”
“Also, keep taking the bus until I say otherwise,” Namjoon lets out a breath, “bub, listen. Can you tell Yoongi to drown in deep?” Taehyung stares, “drown in what?!” Namjoon curses, “drown in deep! Just tell him this! Can you do that for me?! Add nothing else!”
Taehyung makes a face, “what language are you speaking?!” Namjoon chuckles, “it's a teasing code for him to know, bub. I am playing a game. He would know. Tell him, yeah? He knows.” Taehyung sighs, “you are never going to get out of your kid phrase! Fine! You are weird!”
Namjoon heaves a sigh, “call me when you reach home. Okay? Remember to call me.” Taehyung hums, “I will.” “Tell that to Yoongi as quick as you can,” Namjoon sounds tired, “the next gamble depends on it, bub. Tell him fast. Time is short here. I need him to know.”
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Taehyung watches how fast colour leaves Yoongi's face. How fast the alpha goes complete silent. Then his eyes move to Jimin and back to Taehyung. Yoongi nods, gulps, and forces a smile on his lips. “Shit, Joon got too deep, huh?” he pulls his phone out, “I will be back.”
Yoongi pulls up his messages and finds Jin's contact. '𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝,' he types before sending. Jin's reply is immediate. In a few seconds, he sends back, '𝐵𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔.' Yoongi curses, looking out at the horizon, “shit, shit, shit.”
It's a stupid code for incoming danger the three of them came up with when they were kids. “Drowning,” meant the danger was sinking them. “Drown in deep,” meant it was more than just dangerous. “Boats coming,” meant the forces, as stupid as it sounds, are coming to help.
Yoongi rubs his temple, “can't believe a stupid game we invented after watching too many superhero movies is getting used now. I swear, I would laugh if this wasn't the situation!” He walks inside, “so, uhh... Jin will be here. Shortly. Let's not tell anyone else.”
“Also,” Yoongi looks at Taehyung and then at Jimin, “you two are temporarily locked in the house. No going out. Not until we say it's fine.” Jimin springs up, “what?!” Taehyung shakes his head, “that's ridiculous! What do you mean we can't go out?!”
Yoongi ignores them, looking at Jungkook, “you are coming with me. We need to talk about something. We need to move from this house. Somewhere no one would know or even think about. Yeah? Find a place. Discard all the devices that can be tracked.”
Jungkook takes a long look at Yoongi and then nods, “fine. I will find something.” Taehyung gapes, “what is going on?!” Jimin throws his hands up, “can you two tell us?! What is happening here?!” Yoongi turns to Jimin, “trust me. For now.” Jimin snorts, “really?!”
Taehyung reaches to take a hold of Yoongi's hand, “hyung,” he hesitates, “is it something about Sarangie?” Yoongi's face contorts, “I don't know. But, I know it's something terrible. We need to do this. Okay? Trust me on this one.” Taehyung gulps, nodding, “fine. Okay.”
“We can't leave the country,” Jungkook curses, “if we do, we will leave traces.” “No, we can't,” Yoongi nods, “just away from this house. We need to leave the places others in Korea know. Okay? Don't tell anyone. Not even Namjoon. He is not to know our location anymore.”
Yoongi looks at Taehyung, “I trust him. Fully. But, I don't trust the devices that connect him to us. He knows. That's why he left it on me and let Jin leave the country too. He knows we will contact Jin. Now it's up to us.” Jimin rubs his temple, “I am clueless here!”
Yoongi shrugs, “just know we are leaving our identities behind. For now.” Jungkook takes a long look at Yoongi, “whoever it is, they can find us. If they got to Namjoon. How long before they find us?” Yoongi shrugs, “bidding time. For now, let's do that.”
Taehyung squirms closer to Jungkook. His large, fearful eyes on Yoongi while he reaches for Jungkook's hand. Jungkook holds Taehyung closer, squeezing their joined hands together. Yoongi looks at Jimin, his heart stuttering in his chest. He turns away.
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“The wolf pack...?” Taehyung stares at Jin, “your idea is us going and living in a pack?” Jin nods, serious, “yes. For now we have no other options,” Jin looks around the room, “I know someone from a pack, and they will let us stay. But, there's a problem.” “What?” Jimin sighs.
Jin looks a little uncomfortable, “they only let in mated pairs. We,” he coughs, “we have to lie about that.” Jungkook arches a brow, “if they figure it out?” Jin shakes his head, “they can't. They are very traditional, Jungkook. There are still a few shape-shifters -”
“They believe in moongoddess and pack rules and leaders and all that. They are far from our world,” Jin urges, “that's why, there's no internet, or today's facilities available in these packs. Something we right now need to avoid. I think this is perfect. Think about it.”
Yoongi looks at the alpha as if he has gone mad, “you realize, if they figure out, we will be banned and might be killed because packs like these don't take these things lightly. Also, they don't really follow our rules. They are out of this society for a reason.”
“Do you have a better plan?” Jin arches a brow, “right now, we need to lie low. We need to hide and hide somewhere no one would get in or find us. Think about it, Yoongi, this is the only option.” “How long would we hide?” Taehyung looks at them, shaking his head, “how long?”
“Until Namjoon sends a signal,” Jin shrugs, “just... for a few months.” Everyone groans. “We will just fall off the face of earth?” Taehyung snorts, “no one would find us? Really? That's your plan-” “No, I have another plan,” Jin smiles at Taehyung...
“Either this, or, we can stay here and let them get to you,” Jin tilts his head, “if that sounds like a great alternative, we can listen to your whines and stay. Yeah?” Jimin stands up, rubbing his temple, “let's do this. We have no other options anyway.” Jungkook nods, “yeah.”
Taehyung shrugs, “who will be whose mate? How would you know they won't figure out?” Jin looks at the people in the room, nodding, “well, the mating mark can occur on the neck, like Jimin, or it can be done on the wrist, the inner knee, ankle or the pelvic bone.”
“They will not ask to see the mark because the mating mark is sacred, and some packs tend to prefer if it's hidden-” “What about the smell?” Yoongi arches a brow, “Taehyung and Hoba, they don't smell like they are mated.” Jin hums, “we say they use scent blockers. That's all.”
“So, now, Taehyung and Jungkook are mated,” Jin points at them, “obviously. They have a kid. The pack leader will die if he hears the baby was born out of mating bond,” he grins when Jungkook and Taehyung roll their eyes, “yeah. Old fashion. Deal with it. About the others-”
“I will be your mate,” Jimin points at Jin, face void of any emotion. The room goes silent. All of their eyes turn on Jimin. Jin chokes on air, “you-” he looks over at Yoongi who is as still as a stone, “my mate...?” Hoseok shakes his head, “that leaves me- no! Jimin!”
Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, “I will stay here and die if anyone disagrees to this. I am not sharing anything with anyone else here.” Taehyung looks at Jungkook, Jungkook looks at Yoongi, Yoongi looks at Jimin. Jin lets out a curse, “come on-” “Fine,” Yoongi hums.
Everyone stares at him. Yoongi shrugs, looking at Taehyung and Jungkook. “Right now you two matter the most,” Yoongi looks at Jin, “let's do this.” Jin nods, eyes flicking over to Jimin, “mind this, you have to share a room with me. Act all mated shit with me. Okay?”
Jimin shrugs, “I am in.” Jungkook looks at Taehyung, taking his hand in his, “hey,” he smiles when Taehyung looks at him, “this is okay, right? I know, you wanted the job-” Taehyung squeezes his hand, “if I die, I don't think I will be having any job anyway, Jungkook.”
Jungkook leans in closer, “you are not dying. Also, are you okay playing the role of my mate?” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “given the options, I would rather choose you. They,” he looks at the other four, “they are too complicated for me.” Jungkook nods, “that's the only reason.”
Taehyung shrugs, a teasing smile on his lips, “well, it would be scandalous if they see Sarangie being all happy and giggly around you than my mate. They might start some pack-rumour, you know?” Jungkook's lips twitch, “about us having an affair?” Taehyung nods, “exactly!”
They smile, eyes on each other. Jungkook pulls Taehyung closer, “nothing will happen to you. I promise.” Taehyung sighs, looking down at their joined hands, “I have no idea how will I ever pay you back fo-” “I don't need you to pay me back,” Jungkook shakes his head, “never.”
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The Blue-Luna pack have thirty families living together at the outskirts of France. It is one of a few packs left around the world that haven't yet accepted civilization. They live among themselves and have contact with the other packs all around the world thought annual meets.
“We have a few rules,” the leader sits on the throne, eyes on them, a friendly yet cautious smile on his lips, “you cannot contact the outer world. You have to leave those means out of our pack and if we see anything that hints about your bad intention, you will be punished.”
They all bow to him and his luna. “Now,” the leader, Yushik, gestures for them to stand up properly from where they were bowing, “introduce yourselves. Someone do the honour.” Yoongi holds his hand up, “This is Jungkook,” he points at Jungkook, “that is his mate, Taehyung...”
Yoongi smiles at Sarang in Taehyung's arms, “this is their baby, Sarang,” he turns to the others then, “this is Jin, you know him,” he smiles at Hoseok, “this is Hoseok, Jin's mate,” everyone's head whips around to look at Yoongi with wide eyes.
Yoongi puts his arm around Jimin, “and this is my mate, Jimin.” They all stare at him. The entire pack is looking at them, and the leader and his Luna are watching them. Jimin grabs the hand around his waist. Yoongi tightens his grip, “say something and risk Taehyung's life.”
Jimin shakes his head, “I refuse to let you lead me on anymore, hyung.” Jimin giggles, swatting at Yoongi's chest, “hyung! Not the time for you to do this!” He bows deeply, looking at the leader, “please forgive him, sir,” he gets out of Yoongi's grip, “he likes to jest a lot.”
Jimin takes a hold of Hoseok's hand, “this is his mate,” he slowly steps out of Yoongi's arms, replacing Hoseok there to come and stand by Jin, “and, this is my mate.” The leader arches a brow, “oh?” Jimin bows again, “sorry for the-” “It is fine,” the Luna smiles, “welcome.”
“I will show you your rooms now,” the leader stands up, “these are like huts but not really. It has one bedroom, one kitchen and one bathroom,” he walks out of the packhouse, “we have a farmers' market every Friday. You have to stock up there. Every Monday is the moon's day.”
“That day every member of the pack is invited for a group fest in the packhouse. The full moon of every month is for the goddess. We host a feast that night. The couples bring food or liquor that day. You all are invited to join us. Stay as long as you need. No worries.”
The leader turns to them, eyes hard and jaw tight, “only one thing. Affairs are strictly prohibited here,” he points a finger at them, “extra marital affairs are punishable crime. Keep that in mind. Also, mated pairs are to share their heats and ruts. No public appearance then.”
Jungkook gulps, forces a smile on his lips, “uhh... what if a mated pair do not wish to share ruts and heats-” The leader frowns, “why would any mated pair not want to share their ruts or heats with their mate?” Jin fumbles, “I mean,” his eyes are wide, “if they do not-”
Taehyung steps forward, “I just had my baby,” he tries to keep his voice as gentle as he can, “I do not think I need-” “We have pills for that,” the Luna places his palm on Taehyung's shoulder, “for all the omegas. You city people should know about that.” “End me,” Jin curses.
“Why?” Jimin eyes him. Jin bites his lower lip, “my rut is due in a week.” Jimin's face goes pale, “m-my heat,” he looks away, “it's due in five days.” Taehyung stares, “you are… are you saying your circles might sync-” Jungkook curses, “when is your heat due, Tae?”
The leader frowns, “what are you all talking about?” Hoseok steps between them, “can you all at least keep up a front and not get us kicked in a few hours?! We can talk about this later!” He smiles at the leader, “nothing, sir. You were saying...?”
The leader nods, “nothing else for now. These are your houses or huts. Whatever you would like to call it. Also, water supply is very erratic here. We have a public water well. You can get water from there. Bathing and anything else, there's a waterfall. Am I clear?”
They nod, and the leader tells them that night they are invited to have dinner with the leader and the Luna. They watch the leader leave, and then Yoongi kicks Jin. “This is your grand plan?!” Yoongi thunders, “getting us in a time machine and back in time?! This place sucks!”
“Waterfall? Waterwell?” Taehyung sits down on the step of the house, “I am already feeling faint.” “So you are telling me I will be locked in a house like an animal for my heat where I have no say if I want to be alone or not?!” Jimin throws his hands, “this is insane!”
Jin shakes his head, “well, this is the only way! If you all have a problem, find a way, and we can discuss. Don't whine when you have nothing!” Hoseok nods, “I agree. Listen, this is a hiding spot for us. We aren't settling down here. Come on. Just a month or two! Bear it!”
Jungkook rubs his temple, “my rut is due in a month. In a damn month!” Taehyung holds Sarang closer to his chest, “this is ridiculous. We don't get a say in what we want?! This is how these people live?! I-” “Do you have suppressants?” Jimin demands, “Jungkook?!”
“They took our meds,” Jin sits beside Taehyung, “will give us the necessities back. All those suppressants are down the drain by now.” “Oh, great,” Taehyung bites his lower lip, “this is not making me panic at all!” “I will die before letting you touch me!” Jimin eyes Jin.
Jungkook inhales deeply, “I have a month. I will figure something out. For now, let's not panic.” Yoongi picks up their luggage, “I am going in,” he rubs his temple, “I feel nauseous. I need to lie down for a bit. Which hut are we taking?” Hoseok points at the last one, “that.”
Jin points over his shoulder, “this looks fine to you?” Jimin nods, “perfect.” Jungkook takes Sarang from Taehyung, holds his hand out. Taehyung eyes the hand and looks at the man. He takes the hand, gasps when Jungkook tugs him up. “Let me take you home,” Jungkook murmurs.
Taehyung rolls his eyes, a small smile on his lips, “this is anything but home.” Jungkook leads him to the hut chosen for them, opening the door for Taehyung, “well, home is where your baby, and I am. No?” Taehyung laughs, “you are an idiot. You know that?”
Jungkook shrugs, “for you? Yeah.” Taehyung places Sarang on the bed, sitting beside her, “things will be back to normal, right?” Jungkook nods, a small smile on his lips, “trust me,” he comes to cup Taehyung's face, “I will make it right.” Taehyung leans in that touch, “okay.”
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“I will take the floor,” Jungkook looks at the bed and then back at the floor, “you take the bed.” Taehyung hesitates, standing by the door of the room, “the floor is cold and there's not enough bedding.” Jungkook waves him off, “it's alright. I will manage.”
Taehyung looks over where Sarang sleeps in her crib, peacefully holding onto her plushies. He gets inside the room, sitting on the bed while he watches the alpha arrange his bed on the floor. Taehyung bites his lower lip, watching Jungkook lie down on the floor...
“It looks uncomfortable as fvck,” Taehyung frowns, “it's just a blanket and nothing else, Jungkook. Are you sure-” “I'm sure,” Jungkook smiles up at him, “go to sleep, okay? I am fine.” “Come up here,” Taehyung sighs, “I won't jump you. I swear.” Jungkook laughs, “good night.”
Jungkook squirms, trying to get comfortable. He turns on his side and ignores how hard the floor hits his elbow in the process. Jungkook looks over his shoulder at Taehyung who is hovering over the edge of the bed, peering down at him. “Turn the lights off, sleep, Tae.”
“What are you trying to be so gentleman for?” Taehyung wonders, a pout forming while he talks, “you can easily sleep here, and I don't mind, okay?” Jungkook turns away, closing his eyes, “I don't want you to regret it later.” “You will just sleep, Jungkook,” Taehyung sighs.
Jungkook looks over at Taehyung, “I know you will regret it. So, no. Just sleep, Tae. Good night. Sleep before Sarangie wakes up, and you have to get up with her too. Come on.” Taehyung watches Jungkook for a few seconds before he nods to himself and turns the lights off.
Jungkook doesn't know how long it has been. But, it's long enough for him to feel sleep engulfing him. Long enough for him to forget the time and place. He lets out a grunt when he feels the warmth against his side. His eyes fluttering open when he feels a weight on his chest.
Jungkook opens his eyes, groggy, to look at his chest and sleep flies out of his system. Taehyung wraps his arm around Jungkook's waist, squirming closer to place his leg over Jungkook's while he makes himself comfortable. “Wh-what are you doing?” Jungkook whispers, “Tae...”
Taehyung ignores Jungkook's words, burying his face against Jungkook's neck while he hums. “I am sleeping,” Taehyung sounds satisfied with the arrangement, “now go back to sleep.” Jungkook stares down at the omega's face, “why?”
Taehyung hesitates before meeting Jungkook's eyes, “you asked me to trust you,” his arm tightens around Jungkook, “this is me trusting you.” Jungkook feels the word cut deep. Feels how those words sooth those cuts too. Taehyung looks vulnerable, “this is me trying.”
Jungkook lets out a breath that was lodged in his chest and lets his arm come around Taehyung's waist to pull him closer. Jungkook presses his lips against Taehyung's head, “thank you,” his voice comes out choked, “thank you.” Taehyung's eyes flutter closed, “sleep now.”
Jungkook looks at the bed, a small smile curls his lips up, “you know...” he smiles when Taehyung looks at him, “the bed is empty.” Taehyung's lips twitch too, “I have moved too much tonight. Either you carry me there or sleep here.” Jungkook laughs, “let's just sleep here.”
Taehyung pinches Jungkook's side, “why? Carrying me is a bad idea?” Jungkook laughs, grabbing Taehyung's hand and intertwining their fingers together, “no! Just that, I like it here.” Taehyung squirms closer, “fine, if we wake up feeling joint pains, you will hear it from me!”
Jungkook watches Taehyung smile. Those eyes glimmer with something warm. Jungkook smiles faintly, watches how Taehyung's eyes roam over his face. “I love hearing from you,” Jungkook murmurs, “I would love to hear from you for the rest of my life.” Taehyung's eyes glisten...
The omega buries his face against Jungkook's neck, lips pressing against Jungkook's skin there. No words come from Taehyung, but Jungkook feels it. Feels it when Taehyung holds his hand securely, feels it when Taehyung's lips stretch on a smile against his throat. “Sleep.”
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“The alphas and omegas in this pack work side by side,” Yushik tells them the next morning, “you choose what you want to do. No one except for pups sit around here. What can you do?” “We can do anything!” Jungkook smiles. Yoongi lets out a sigh, “calm your horses, Jungkook.”
Jin smiles at Yushik, “give us any job, sir. We are fine with anything.” Yushik nods, thinking, “how about Jungkook helps the guarding team on patrolling duties? Jin can help us keep the accounts for cash that the pack spends on its people. Yoongi, we need a music teacher.”
Jungkook nods, “anything specific I need to do?” Yushik smiles at him, “the leader of the guarding team is pregnant with her first pup. You will take her place and, for now, lead the team in their duties to protect the pack. Jin, you can assist the head accountant. Yoongi...”
“Our school is private. We don't let our pups go outside the pack, so the teachers either are selected from the pack or told to come here and stay to teach them. Our music department needs a pianist. You are taking that part from today.” Yoongi sighs, “fine. Sounds good.”
“Taehyung,” Yushik looks over at Taehyung, “you have a baby to care for-” “I can still work,” Taehyung frowns, “I am not going to sit and watch my friends work their ass off because I have a kid.” Yushik looks at Byung and Byung chuckles, “you can be our modiste for now.”
Taehyung gives Byung a small smile, “that would be lovely.” Byung nods, “I will take you to the shop,” his eyes move to Jimin then, “also, Jimin, you are appointed to teach the kids dance. You can follow Yoongi to the department.”
Taehyung looks at Jungkook, gives him a teasing smile, “you would look good as a soldier.” Jungkook gives him a deadpanned look, “really? I will just sit and focus my binocular at your shop and totally blow the security off.” Taehyung chokes on a laugh, “don't do that!”
Jungkook shrugs, “it's not like there will be an attack. This pack is so backdated!” Taehyung elbows him, “something that we need right now. Stop looking down at them!” Jungkook holds Taehyung's elbow, “so… now that you will make clothes, can you make me something?”
Taehyung hums, eyes moving on Jungkook's face, “maybe. Or,” he leans in closer, “you can go bare.” Jungkook makes a face, “just say you are horny for my muscles.” Taehyung swats at Jungkook, biting back a laugh, “no! I am not!” “Excuse me.”
Taehyung looks at the guy who smiles shyly at Jungkook, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Hi,” he bows to Jungkook, “I am Baekhyun. I am to assist you in your post.” Jungkook grins, bowing back, “hello, Baekhyun sshi. Thank you so much.” Baekhyun blushes, eyes on Jungkook.
Taehyung watches how Baekhyun blushes scarlet under Jungkook's gaze. There is a feeling under his skin. A feeling of something burning, something Taehyung wants to scrub off of his skin. Baekhyun bites his lip, peering up at Jungkook through his lashes, “no problem, alpha.”
Jungkook nods, “lead the way then,” he turns to Taehyung, “I will see you at dinner.” Taehyung nods, eyes going back to Baekhyun whose eyes are now roaming over Jungkook's body. Taehyung's jaw locks, his arm tightening around Sarang. Jungkook leans in to kiss Sarang's cheek...
Then Jungkook is looking at Taehyung for a second too long and Taehyung looks back. Jungkook lets out a sigh, giving Taehyung a small smile, before he turns to Baekhyun with a smile. “Let's go, Baekhyun ssi.” Baekhyun nods, “after you, alpha.” Taehyung watches them leave.
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“That's all, thank you,” Taehyung smiles at the alpha in the shop, the owner who runs it, “you are already doing too much for me.” “Nonsense,” Kyung waves him off, “you are such a great worker. You are also a papa. You deserve someone doting on you. You know?”
Taehyung chuckles, busy sewing the sleeves with the frock he is making, “aha? You sound like a sweet alpha, Kyung ssi. Your mate must be really lucky.” Kyung gives him a smile, “still unmated and single, thank you.” Taehyung looks over, “ohh?” Kyung winks, “yeah.”
Kyung plays with Sarang, making faces at her, “she is really sweet. I can clearly see she went on you.” Taehyung laughs, looking over at where Sarang is watching the alpha with a small smile on her face, “she,” Taehyung sighs, “she got it from her dad. Not me.”
Kyung waves Taehyung off, “nonsense. Have you looked at yourself?” he turns to Taehyung, “you are beautiful. Friendly. Sweet. Charming. You are basically a blessing to any alpha. Jungkook got lucky!” Taehyung looks down at the frock, face heating up, “shut up!”
“Come here and tell me how the frock looks,” Taehyung frowns at the design, “I am not sure about the front. Do you-” Kyung comes over, leaning over Taehyung's shoulder to look at the dress, “just cut off the seams. It's beautiful,” his breath hits Taehyung's cheek, “like you.”
Taehyung frowns at the frock, “seam? Are you sure? I think I cut it enough. Where,” he picks up the dress, adjusting it, “does it need-” Kyung's arms go around Taehyung, holding Taehyung's left palm in his, while Kyung's right hand cuts the seam as Taehyung watches.
Taehyung watches, fascinated, how beautifully Kyung cuts the seams to give the frock a shape. His eyes trail over Kyung's hand. “You are really good at this,” Taehyung breathes out, mesmerized, “why didn't you pursue designing? You would be so good!” Kyung chuckles, “thanks.”
“I just never had someone who would inspire me to do better than this,” Kyung smiles, his eyes roaming over Taehyung's face, “damn, where were you Taehyung? I could have found my partner!” Taehyung laughs, “you found me now! Is it not good enough?” Kyung's eyes shine, “it is!”
Jungkook finishes his duty and bows to the one who is taking over his shift now. He walks down the path towards the store where Taehyung works and on his way, he picks up a few flowers for the omega. Jungkook ties them with a grass and smiles at it before leaving for the store.
When Jungkook walks inside the story, his eyes search the place, and he hears the laughter before he sees them. Taehyung is facing him, blissfully unaware of Jungkook's presence, while Kyung is right behind him, hands resting on Taehyung's hips. Taehyung is laughing at Kyung.
Jungkook watches Kyung hold up a shirt, “I made it for me, but you wear it. You will look better anyway!” Taehyung laughs, shoves at Kyung's shoulder, “stop it! You made me dress up for an hour now!” “We have no work anyway!” Kyung whines, “come on. For a friend, do it!”
Taehyung lets out a sigh, “one last time!” Kyung holds his hands up while he watches Taehyung shrug off his shirt, the tank-top inside is a bright contrast with his tanned skin, while Taehyung shrugs on the shirt, buttoning it. “How does it look?” Taehyung wonders, “too big?”
Kyung's eyes skid over Taehyung to Jungkook whose eyes are fixed on Taehyung. Kyung smiles, fixing the shirt on Taehyung, “you are the most pretty omega I have ever seen. But in my shirt? You are the prettiest in this galaxy! Don't you think, Jungkook?” Taehyung whips around...
Jungkook watches the soft flush on those cheeks. He watches the moisture of those lips, clear result of Taehyung biting them. A habit when he is shy. He takes in that shirt on Taehyung. Too flimsy, his curves visible almost. Jungkook's eyes flicker over to Taehyung's face.
Taehyung looks at him, eyes large and waiting. He sucks in his lower lip into his mouth, eyes on Jungkook. Jungkook watches how Kyung stands right behind him, almost towering over him. He is way taller than Jungkook, broader too. Taehyung… looks good. In his shirt. In his arms.
Jungkook nods, forces a smile on his lips, “y-yeah,” he looks at Kyung then, not able to look at Taehyung, “he looks beautiful.” Kyung grips Taehyung's shoulder then, “see? He agrees! Keep the shirt! It's yours!” Taehyung whirls around to protest, “no! Of course not! Kyung-”
Jungkook ignores them, goes over to Sarang who was watching the ceiling till now. Her eyes find Jungkook and those gums show right after. Those small hands reach for Jungkook with a giggle. Jungkook picks her up in his arms, “I will take her home,” he smiles at Taehyung.
Taehyung turns to Jungkook, “wait, wait. My shift is almost over-” Jungkook shrugs, “that's okay. Take your time. Don't rush for me,” he wraps Sarang in his arms, “I will see you at home.” Taehyung looks at him, “Jungkook-” Jungkook almost runs out of the store with Sarang.
Jungkook is making dinner when Taehyung walks in. He drops his bag on the table and comes over to Jungkook. “You could have waited!” Taehyung speaks softly, “I was almost done. See? It only took ten more minutes.” Jungkook shrugs, not looking at him, “I was hungry.”
Taehyung hurries around the counter, “I already have some leftovers-” Jungkook, from the corner of his eyes, sees Taehyung still wearing that shirt. Something snaps in him. “Not in the mood for leftovers,” Jungkook murmurs, “I am done having leftovers.”
Taehyung frowns, “what do you mean?” Jungkook chuckles, shrugging, “nothing. Let me make dinner. You go and rest. It must be tiring trying out so many clothes in a store you work to make clothes for.” Taehyung pauses, “what did you mean by the leftover, Jungkook?”
Jungkook shrugs, eyes boring on the veggies he is chopping on the board, “nothing. I am just saying,” he sighs, “how I am always having your leftovers. You would think it gets better, or I would get used to it, but it still fvcking feels awful. You know? Every… damn… time…”
Taehyung stills by his side, “what are you talking about?” Jungkook slams the knife down, ignores how the force makes the knife dig into the chopping board a little. He turns to Taehyung, eyes blazing red. “I'm talking about the shirt you are wearing! The alpha it belongs to!”
Taehyung looks down at the shirt, “what about it?” Jungkook curses, “are you seriously playing dumb with me right now?!” he hisses, “are you really not getting it?!” Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest, “getting what? That you are making a scene out of nothing?!”
Jungkook glowers, “that dickhead was all over you! Touching you, flirting with you, making you wear shirts that belongs to him, so your scent rubs off on it-” Taehyung makes a face, “Jungkook! Stop thinking so low of everyone! He is just a friend I work with for a week now!”
Jungkook growls, “he is an alpha! An unmated alpha! What business he has being that friendly with a mated omega?!” Taehyung curses, “are you serious?! Is this what you would be like if I work jobs outside of this pack? When I do? Because if that's the case, I don't like it!”
“What next?!” Taehyung steps forward, “you want me to wear a collar around my neck that says, 'property of Jeon Jungkook,' when I go out?! Do you want to come in and pee all around me to mark your territory?! I can't believe you are making a scene for a damn shirt!”
Jungkook lets out a curse, “so, according to you, he was being friendly?” Taehyung nods, head tilted up in a challenging way, “yes! There was nothing wrong in whatever we were doing. Your thinking is cheap!” Jungkook's eyes burn into Taehyung's while he shrugs out of his shirt.
“Take off that shirt,” Jungkook whispers, trying hard not to shout with Sarang in the next room, “take it off and let's see, Taehyung.” Taehyung takes the shirt off wordlessly, throws it at Jungkook's face who throws it on the ground, “wear mine!” Taehyung frowns, “what?”
“Wear my damn shirt, Taehyung!” Jungkook growls, voice echoing in the small kitchen, “now!” Taehyung takes the shirt, shrugs it on and pauses for a second when the warmth surround him. He looks back at the alpha with an arched brow. “Now forgive me for this,” Jungkook whispers.
Taehyung frowns in confusion until Jungkook is grabbing his wrist and tugging him forward. Then he leans a little closer, grabs Taehyung by the back of his thighs and hoists him up on the counter. Taehyung gasps, arms automatically reaching out to hold Jungkook's bare shoulders.
“You are telling me,” Jungkook pushes Taehyung's legs apart, standing between them, “when you were sitting on that table, with him just like this, it was friendly?” Taehyung's eyes bore into Jungkook's, “y-yeah.” Jungkook's hands hold Taehyung's hips, tugs him closer, “now?”
Taehyung's fingers grasp at Jungkook's hair, “Jungkook…” Jungkook steps further in, their faces inches away, “when he was telling you how good you look in his shirt, it was friendly?” Taehyung gulps, “yeah…” Jungkook keeps his eyes on Taehyung, “yeah?” Taehyung nods mutely.
Jungkook noses Taehyung's jawline, “you look delicious in my shirt, Taehyung,” his voice comes out vibrating through his chest, “ravishing,” his eyes flicker up to match Taehyung's wide ones, “is this friendly to you?” Taehyung shudders, “n-no.” Jungkook arches a brow, “no?”
Jungkook hums, anger shimmering through his veins, “what else was he saying?” Taehyung's fingers tighten in Jungkook's hair, “th-that,” he gulps, eyelids fluttering, “that I would look so good if he dresses me up.” Jungkook's eyes flash blood-red, “Taehyung,” he grits out...
“You would look so good,” Jungkook leans in to whisper against Taehyung's ear, “when I undress you as I please, and,” Jungkook hisses when Taehyung's nails scrap against his nape, “make you wear whatever I want you to.”
“That's not what he said!” Taehyung murmurs. “That's what he meant!” Jungkook curses, “that's exactly what he meant!” Taehyung watches him, “no! He just said I look good in his clothes!” Jungkook curses, “and, you think that's normal?!”
“You think an alpha telling you how much they like you in their damn clothes is normal?!” Jungkook's hands grip Taehyung by his hips, “you think when he was telling you how gorgeous you look in that damn shirt, he wasn't thinking of undressing you?! Because, I am, Taehyung!”
Jungkook snarls, “I'm thinking of tearing this damn shirt off of you when I tell you that you look gorgeous in my shirt! I am thinking of bending you over or taking you on your back when I see you in my damn shirt! I don't care what you think, Taehyung, he was thinking the same!”
Taehyung's face flushes bright red, his eyes going larger than they already are. Jungkook nods, jaw hardening. “When I am seeing you in my shirt, that damn territorial side in me feels satisfied! As an alpha, when we see the one we want in our clothes, we feel powerful!”
“This is how an alpha thinks!” Jungkook digs his nails into Taehyung's hips, “so, forgive me if seeing him like that made me lose it! Forgive me if I wanted to burn that damn shirt and I got pissed off. It's because I know what he was thinking, and you don't! You are not his!”
“And, yeah, I know you will tell me you are not mine either, and I know that!” Jungkook slams his hands down on the counter, “that's why I left! That's why I was trying to avoid this conversation! Forgive me for losing my shit when I saw you in his arms! My fvcking bad!”
Jungkook's muscles contort when he whips around, away from Taehyung, and combs his hair back in frustration. He goes over to the window and leans on it, supporting himself on his arms, head hanging low. He hears the sound of Taehyung's soft footsteps, he ignores it.
“Whatever he was doing, was friendly,” Taehyung tugs at Jungkook's hand and slides between him and the windowsill, “whatever he was playing at, to me, it was friendly, and you can't change my mind. Okay?” Jungkook gives a disbelieving laugh, “that was friendly to you?!”
Taehyung gives a firm nod, face impassive, “you know why?” he grabs Jungkook's face and forces Jungkook to match his eyes, “because, to me, he is nothing more than a friend and never will be! I will keep it in mind to not wear his shirt and keep myself guarded, but that's all.”
Taehyung lets his fingers spread over Jungkook's cheeks, “I can't change how people feel about me, Jungkoook. But, I can assure you, to me, they mean nothing!” Jungkook looks over Taehyung's shoulder, “it will still bother me and I know you don't care but be more aware, please!”
Taehyung nods, “I will,” he forces Jugnkook to match his eyes, “are you still angry?” Jungkook's jaw hardens when their eyes lock, “I am fvcking seething right now. Give me a moment,” Jungkook looks away, “just... leave me alone for a few hours. I will cool down.”
Taehyung's lower lip juts out, “why are you still mad? I am sorry for being oblivious. I will be more aware from now on. Why-” “You smell like an alpha and it's not me,” Jungkook growls, the vein on his neck popping, “you have no idea how angry it makes me. It's stupid, I know.”
Taehyung shrugs out of Jungkook's shirt then, the flimsy tank-top revealing more skin than it hides. He looks up at Jungkook with a small twitch of his lips. “Then maybe you should do something about it,” Taehyung whispers, cheeks flaming red, “if you want…”
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Jungkook's eyes skim over Taehyung and the omega holds his breath for reasons he can't comprehend. For a second Jungkook leans in, and then he is turning away. “No,” Jungkook shakes his head, “no, it's okay. You don't have to get out of your comfort zone to make me feel better.”
Jungkook combs through his hair, “just go and rest. I will make dinner and call you.” Taehyung sits on the windowsill, his eyes on the alpha's broad back. He watches Jungkook busy himself with the cooking. Taehyung feels the rejection. He feels how Jungkook's anger still burns…
Taehyung is not used to someone giving him the cold-shoulder. Not someone like Jungkook. He is not sure how to break the ice. He sits on the windowsill and watches Jungkook move around the kitchen. Taehyung has no idea how this works. He has no idea what he is supposed to do...
Taehyung frowns, watching Jungkook for a long time. He lets the alpha plate their food and then look over his shoulder at Taehyung. “What?” Jungkook arches a brow, “go, freshen up. It's getting late.” Taehyung gets up quietly, looking away from the alpha, “I'm not hungry.”
Jungkook pauses, “what do you mean you are not hungry. Did you eat at the store?” Taehyung turns away from Jungkook, going around the kitchen counter towards his room, “no! But, I don't want your food!” Jungkook blinks, “what- are you going to make something?”
“No!” Taehyung shakes his head, “I will not eat tonight. I am not feeling hungry!” Jungkook follows him, reaching out to take a hold of Taehyung's wrist, “what do you mean you won't eat tonight? Are you not feeling well? What's wrong?” Taehyung whips around, “what's wrong?!”
Taehyung shrugs, “oh, I don't know, Jungkook! Maybe the fact that you blew up on me when I just got home about a thing that I didn't even do and when I went to sort it out, you totally rejected the idea, and now you have the audacity to ask me what's wrong!”
“You doubted me and my character!” Taehyung tries to pull out of Jungkook's hold, “you then went ahead and ahead about how I should behave around an alpha, which I know how to, but fine. Then, when I tried to mend it, you are not going to take it too. What do you want me to do?!”
“No, what?” Taehyung glares at Jungkook, “do you want me to cry and beg for forgiveness? Do you want me to go and dip into the river and peel my skin off because he touched me?! Do you want me to-” “I want you to calm down,” Jungkook grits out, “and, be an adult about it.”
“I don't know how to be an adult with a damn child,” Taehyung hisses. Jungkook breathes out, snapping his eyes closed to calm himself down, “go and freshen up-” “You won't tell me what I should or shouldn't do,” Taehyung twists his arm to get out of Jungkook's grip.
“Yeah, I shouldn't,” Jungkook snorts, eyes swimming with rage, “because, of course, you are adult enough to know how to handle yourself. Right? You know so much about how to be about an unmated alpha who was clearly flirting with you! Of course, you know so much!”
“You know so much, so were you doing it knowingly then?” Jungkook knows his anger is seeping through is rationality, “was that it?” he hates how he can't stop his fears from verbalizing, “did he entice you enough for you to forget how alphas are according to you?! Is he the one?”
“If you know so much and if you are so aware, were you flirting knowingly?!” Jungkook jerks Taehyung free, “is that it?! You want to have an affair, hell, maybe you want to stay here with him or, I don't know! Is he your French affair?!”
Jungkook gives a laugh, “if I didn't walk in, were you going to kiss him?! Or, let him kiss you if he wanted?!” Taehyung's jaw hardens, his eyes fierce, “I don't know what I would do with him, but if you don't stop right about now, I will slap you!” Jungkook freezes, “what?”
Taehyung nods, “yeah, so, choose your next words very wisely. Because, I don't care who you are, I am not answerable to you in any shape or form. We are not mated. We are not married. We are nothing, Jungkook. You know, out of everyone, that I don't owe you shit!”
“You wanted to try,” Taehyung seethes, “you wanted to make me believe that you are different, which, by the way, looks like is not true. You wanted me to trust you! I don't think it's me who is not trusting you, but it's the other way around! You don't trust me! Right?!”
Taehyung laughs, “if you think you walking in on me stopped me from kissing him, you are so wrong, Jungkook. Because, if I wanted to kiss him,” the smile wipes off of Taehyung's lips, leaving behind a deathly stare, “I will kiss him. I don't care if you see or not.”
“No, I didn't think you would stop, I know,” Jungkook takes a step back, nodding to himself, “it's just that… I thought if what I felt for you, if you felt an ounce of it for me, it would stop you. I am sorry for getting angry. You are right, I had no right.”
Jungkook takes a few more steps away from Taehyung, “you were probably right about it all, you know? Us not working out?” Jungkook looks away, his eyes reflecting the searing pain he feels to voice his thoughts, “maybe you were right. We,” he chuckles, “we are not meant to be.”
Jungkook turns away from Taehyung, “I will leave you alone now. Sorry for thinking I had any right to stop you from doing whatever you want.” Taehyung watches, his own heart feeling unreasonably heavy, Jungkook walks out of the house. The dinner left on the counter.
Taehyung stands in the middle of the room, watching the widely open door and at the dinner on the counter. He looks back towards the room where Sarang is sleeping. Taehyung silently goes over to pack the dinner and then goes to his room to Sarang who is fast asleep.
Taehyung watches her sleep, peacefully holding onto her teddy. Taehyung looks at the clock and back at the door of the bedroom. He looks back at Sarang then, “I am sorry for disturbing your sleep, bub,” he slowly picks Sarang up in his arms and comes out of the room.
He packs the food in containers and shoves them into a tote bag, gets out of the house, locks it and walks up to the next one. After knocking about a minute or so, Jin opens the door. Taehyung frowns, looks at the alpha and inside the house. “Why are you here with Hobi hyung?”
Jin looks sleepy, “he was feeling alone, and apparently he is terrified of ghosts. So I stayed over. Also, now that the pack thinks our mates ran away together, I think they will be okay if they see us mourning together.” Taehyung stares for a few seconds. Jin stares back.
Taehyung shrugs, “can you watch out for her?” he holds Sarang out towards Jin, “I will be back to pick her up. She sleeps throughout the night. No worries.” Jin stares at Sarang, “are you running away too?” Taehyung lets out a curse, “do as I say! I am not running away!”
Jin takes Sarang from Taehyung, “can you come back by the morning? I will make sure she is fine and sleeping. I don't want to see your face again at night. I need sleep to pretend to be heartbroken tomorrow in front of the pack.” Taehyung ignores Jin and walks away.
Taehyung walks towards the boarder security office. Then he pauses when he thinks Jungkook walked out without wearing a shirt. Taehyung hesitates, thinking if Jungkook would go to the office like that or not. Then he looks at the guards coming down the path, “excuse me?”
The betas stop, bowing to him, “is there a problem, sir? Why are you out so late?” “My mate,” Taehyung tries to not wince, “did you see him?” The betas share a look, “Jungkook?” Taehyung nods, “yes. Him.” One of them smiles, “he was with his assistant. Right now.”
Taehyung frowns, “Baekhyun?” The beta nods, “I thought they were on duty.” Taehyung tries to smile, “can you tell me where did you see them?” The beta looks at his friend, “they were by the river. I think Baekhyun was there for his patrolling duty. I don't know-”
Taehyung walks towards the river, his eyes following the trail of the narrow path while his ears pick up the sound of the waterfall. Taehyung hears the laughter first, and then he sees them. Baekhyun is giggling, almost bend over to support himself by holding his knees.
Taehyung watches Jungkook leaning against a boulder, still in his jeans and nothing else, while he smiles at Baekhyun. Taehyung watches how Baekhyun stands up, shakes his head to something Jungkook says and slaps Jungkook on the chest. Jungkook gives a small laugh too.
Taehyung steps closer, his eyes never leaving the alpha who has his arms crossed over his chest while he converses with Baekhyun who is standing right in front of him. “You are the most witty alpha I ever met, alpha,” Baekhyun laughs, hand still resting on Jungkook's chest.
Jungkook's eyes shift when he hears footsteps. Taehyung holds those eyes and Jungkook does not shy away either. That smile dims a little but Jungkook recovers quick. His eyes going back to Baekhyun. Jungkook takes a hold of Baekhyun's hand, smiling down at him.
“Well, that's upsetting,” Jungkook murmurs, the other hand reaching to tuck a strand behind Baekhyun's ear, “a pretty omega like you should have met someone by now who makes you prettier by making you laugh. No?” Taehyung feels each word in his guts. He feels them in his heart…
Baekhyun lets out a breath, his eyes are too big on his small face, “alpha...” Taehyung itches, his eyes moving from Baekhyun to Jungkook. Jungkook's eyes are on Baekhyun now. Resolutely on his face. Taehyung grips the side of his bag, frozen on the spot.
Taehyung gulps down the bile that rises to his throat. He grips the bag tightly in his hand. The warmth of the dinner neatly packed almost burn his skin. Taehyung stares at the alpha in front of him, waits for Jungkook to act on it.
And Jungkook looks up at him. His eyes flicker over to Taehyung and Taehyung gives a hollow smile. His eyes move to Baekhyun and back at Jungkook. Taehyung feels his eyes tearing up, and he hates himself for it. He stumbles in his hurry to turn away before seeing anything more.
“I am not,” Jungkook lets out a breath, “Baekhyun, that's what I kept trying to tell you since the day I met you. I am not your alpha. I mean it when I said, you are pretty and you should find someone who makes you feel prettier, but I am not that alpha. You have to get over it.”
Jungkook shakes his head, “I would like you to keep your distance from me, love,” he pulls away to stand against the boulder, eyes holding Baekhyun in place, “you are an unmated omega. I already have a mate. I can't do this, and I don't want to. You need to understand that.”
Taehyung freezes in his spot. His back to them. He does not turn to face Jungkook, but he hears Baekhyun let out a sniffle. He hears Baekhyun breathing out a soft apology before Baekhyun's hurried footsteps are heard. Taehyung turns to see Jungkook watching him.
Jungkook gives a snort, turns on his feet towards the river. He slowly steps more into the river, ignoring Taehyung, who stands by the shore. “That was pathetic of you!” Taehyung hisses. Jungkook takes a dip, shrugs, “as you said, we are nothing. I owe you no shit either.”
Taehyung glares at the alpha's back, “were you trying to prove a point there?!” Jungkook turns towards him with a shrug, “no? I just complimented him before letting him down. Even if I didn't, I owe you no explanation. As you, yourself, cleared it out. We are nothing. No?”
“If me being there won't stop you from kissing that alpha, you being here shouldn't stop me from doing whatever I want with that omega either. Right? This goes both ways. Right?” Jungkook swims on his back, eyes on the sky, “if we are nothing, I owe you nothing, Taehyung.”
“You can't be my omega when I don't get to be your alpha,” Jungkook closes his eyes, feeling the cool water surround him, calming him somewhat, “you have no right to be upset. If you are, that is. I am sure you are not. I mean nothing to you. You said so yourself.”
Taehyung throws the bag at Jungkook, watches with satisfaction when it hits Jungkook on the face and the alpha jumps. “First of all,” Taehyung kicks his slippers off, “I did not kiss that guy!” he steps into the river, “second of all, I didn't know he was flirting!”
“Third of all,” Taehyung grabs Jungkook by his shoulders, “I told you to scent me, you refused!” he digs his nails into Jungkook's shoulders, “fourth of all-” he pauses... Jungkook looks at him, hands coming up to hold Taehyung's elbows, “fourth of all?”
Taehyung leans closer, “fourth of all, Kyang is not my alpha, so stop calling him that,” Taehyung lets his hand move up to grasp at Jungkook's hair, “fifth of all,” he watches Jungkook lean closer, their lips hovering over each other's, “how dare that omega call you his alpha?!”
Jungkook watches Taehyung, “Why does it bother you?” his voice is careful, “why are you upset about whatever he calls me? You never cared, remember? When Daejung called me his alpha back when you were in that party. When I am with any omega, you never really cared-”
“Now I do,” Taehyung's voice shake, “now it bothers me. Is that what you want to hear? Back then, I didn't care what you think of me or what you do for yourself, but now it bothers me.” Jungkook's eyes are intense on him, “and, what makes you think I need to care about it?”
Taehyung sighs, leans forward to let his forehead rest on Jungkook's collarbone, “because you care,” he murmurs, lips brushing against Jungkook's skin, “because you always cared, and you still do. I get it, okay? I should have seen Kang flirting with me, but I didn't notice.”
“Frankly because I can't care less,” Taehyung shakes his head, slowly stepping up to Jungkook to hug him, his arms going around Jungkook's waist, “you don't need to be petty for that, you know?” he looks at the alpha through his lashes, “that was very dickish move on your part.”
“Tell me what I need to do for you to calm down,” Taehyung buries his face against Jungkook's neck, “hmm? Tell me. I really didn't notice he was flirting with me, and I was looking forward to coming home, and it all went over my head. Just… tell me what you want.”
Jungkook stays quiet. His eyes focused on the omega, and Taehyung's eyes stay on Jungkook's face too. “Take a swim with me,” Jungkook whispers, “you still smell like him.” Taehyung tilts his head, “pretty sure that's you being possessive.” Jungkook arches a brow, “okay, and?”
Taehyung's lips twitch, “not sure why I need to indulge in your possessiveness. I don't like alphas being like that.” Jungkook steps closer to Taehyung, holding the omega by the sides of his waist, “being like what? Upset that their omega smells like another alpha?”
Taehyung tilts his head, “am I your omega? Are you sure? Just now, you were flirting with Baekhyun-” Jungkook growls, leaning to press his lips against Taehyung's jawline, “just take a damn swim with me, Taehyung. You always make it difficult for me. I wasn't flirting.”
“Apologize,” Taehyung squirms in Jungkook's arms, leaning as far back as he can, so their lips don't match when Jungkook tries, “apologize for making me see that and for how you acted like an ass.” “You were acting like an ass too,” Jungkook kisses down Taehyung's throat...
“I asked you to scent me, you refused,” Taehyung splashes Jungkook on the face, bites back a laugh while he swims away from Jungkook's reach, “you are at fault. I think!” Jungkook sputters, wiping his eyes, “come here! What the hell!” Taehyung giggles, swimming away...
Jungkook glares after him, following Taehyung down the river. Taehyung is fast, he pushes himself further away while Jungkook tries to grab his ankle. Taehyung manages to leave the alpha behind for a few strokes before Jungkook takes a hold of his ankle and stops him.
Taehyung dips under the water with the force and finds himself crowded against Jungkook's chest. He lets his arms loop around Jungkook's neck, watching the alpha. “You said, I am not your alpha and I have no right to tell or stop you,” Jungkook whispers against Taehyung's lips…
Taehyung nods, water-droplets littered all over his face, making his skin glow, “I know what I said. I mean it. You have no right to tell me anything, but,” Taehyung leans closer, breathing a little uneven, “I will stop myself. Because it's not him who drives me crazy, you know?”
“It's not him I think of when I find myself planning a future,” Taehyung lets his fingers play with Jungkook's wet hair on his nape, “it's not him I slept with,” his eyes trail over that face, “it's not him I carried a baby of,” Taehyung sucks in a breath when Jungkook growls...
Taehyung nods, lost in those eyes, “it's not him who I think of when I touch myself,” he watches Jungkook's eyes shift colour, “it's not him I spent my first time with,” Taehyung lets Jungkook lean closer, “it's not him for whom I want to try,” Taehyung cups Jungkook's face...
Taehyung's lips hover over Jungkook's parted ones, “it's you,” Taehyung speaks between them, as if he's terrified and at the same time, relieved to accept it, “it's you, Jungkook. If there is an alpha whose scent pleases me, no matter if all the alphas smell the same, it's you.”
“If there's one alpha who I want to have in my life, if at all, it's you,” Taehyung nods when Jungkook's eyes start to glisten, “I don't care who wants me, Jungkook, it turns out, me…?” Taehyung's face burns with heat, “I am starting to want you. Only you. No one else.”
“What if it turns out I am the one who planned all these things against you?” Jungkook's voice is tight, “what if all the proofs point at me?” Taehyung shrugs, “none of us know the future, Jungkook. But, for now, I will listen to my heart because,” his voice cracks...
“I am tired of denying it who it really wants,” Taehyung watches Jungkook's eyes wander all over his face. “Who does your heart want-” Jungkook stops when Taehyung cups his face, lets the tides pull them closer. “You,” Taehyung breathes against Jungkook's lips, “it wants you.”
Jungkook's eyes widen when Taehyung kisses him. His entire body locks in place when the omega's arms tighten around his shoulders, and Taehyung closes his eyes tightly while deepening the kiss. Jungkook doesn't move an inch, frozen, while Taehyung kisses him with a raw urgency.
Taehyung tries to pull away when Jungkook doesn't respond for too long. He tries to back away and then Jungkook is moving. His arms shoot out to grab at Taehyung and pull him up in his arms. Taehyung lets out a gasp, legs wrapping around Jungkook's waist, “Jungkook!”
Jungkook holds Taehyung under his thigh with one arm, and with the other he pulls Taehyung down for another kiss. Taehyung breathes out into the kiss, fingers tightening in Jungkook's hair. Jungkook kisses back hungrily, while Taehyung's kiss is shy, tentative. The omega whines.
He whines when Jungkook swims them up against a boulder, trapping Taehyung there to kiss him silly. Taehyung moans into the kiss, letting Jungkook tug at his shirt. “If you tear this,” Taehyung speaks between kisses, “I will have to walk back naked. You realize that, right?”
Taehyung almost laughs when Jungkook slows down, tugging the shirt off of Taehyung and throwing it over the boulder. Taehyung pulls Jungkook closer, their fronts pressed together. Taehyung lets his palms run all over Jungkook's shoulder, slowly gliding down, exploring…
His fingers trail down Jungkook's chest, grazing his stomach, they twitch over Jungkook's abdomen muscles. Jungkook watches Taehyung's face while the omega's eyes follow his own hands. “Like what you feel?” Jungkook asks, smug, when Taehyung's fingers pause over his abdomen...
Taehyung hooks his fingers into Jungkook's pant and tugs him closer for another kiss, “I didn't get to explore the last time.” Jungkook kisses Taehyung breathless, smirks when Taehyung gasps into the kiss, “sorry, we both were too gone for that back then.” Taehyung hums...
Jungkook trails kisses down Taehyung's throat, lining those kisses up against Taehyung's collarbones, “maybe, this time, we can do that.” Taehyung chuckles, shoves at Jungkook's chest, “if you think I am putting out right after a fight, you are wrong.”
[Kinda 🔞] He turns away from Jungkook, hands pressing against the boulder, while Jungkook presses up against him. Taehyung arches his back, neck craning, when Jungkook start kissing the side of his neck. The omega bites back a moan, eyes closing on their own accord.
Taehyung can feel Jungkook's hardening shaft against his ass. He presses back and Jungkook growls against his ear. Taehyung looks over his shoulder at the alpha with a coy smile. Jungkook glares at him while his teeth start to nip Taehyung's shoulder, biting down his spine...
Taehyung feels those hands all over him. Rubbing over his sides, splashing water all over him. Jungkook is washing away Kang's touches, and Taehyung lets the alpha do it. He stands quietly, looking over his shoulder at the alpha while Jungkook thoroughly cleans him.
The places, Jungkook wipes with his hands, are then littered with soft kisses. Taehyung bites back his giggles when those lips press against his sides, Jungkook nipping the skin there. Jungkook looks at him, eyes oozing something so primal it makes Taehyung burn...
Jungkook scatters bite marks around Taehyung's waist, sucks on his skin under the water to leave marks. Taehyung whimpers, throws his head back when he feels Jungkook's tongue probe at his belly button. He grabs Jungkook by his hair and pulls him up.
“Pretty sure Kang didn't touch me there,” Taehyung rasps against Jungkook's lips before kissing him on the mouth. Jungkook kisses him hungrily, “oh, but I will,” his voice is rough, raw, “I will make sure you walk back there looking like you belong to me. Everyone will know.”
Jungkook squeezes Taehyung's waist, leaning forward to leave marks over Taehyung's collarbones. “The next time he dares to ask you to wear his shirt, he will see these and know that shirts can be taken off, burnt to ashes, but these are left on your skin.” Taehyung whines...
“You are so possessive!” Taehyung curses, bites the alpha's earlobe, “you are just so blindly possessive-” “Of you?” Jungkook pulls back, so their eyes are on each other, “yes! I am! You,” Jungkook's face contorts, “you should be mine. Because I am yours. All of me.”
Taehyung's eyes flash the fire Jungkook feels burn in his guts. The omega leans forward to kiss down Jungkook's throat too. Those sharp teeth nip Jungkook's jaw, trails down to suck a mark over Jungkook's scent-gland. Jungkook closes his eyes, letting the omega mark him too.
Taehyung sucks harder, ignores Jungkook's hiss, “the next time that omega dares to even think of calling you his alpha, he will see these and know,” Taehyung pulls back to stare at the marks littered over Jungkook's throat and collarbones, “whose alpha you are!”
[ end of🔞]
“Yours?” Jungkook asks, swimming closer to Taehyung. Taehyung wraps himself up against Jungkook, holds the alpha between his hands and legs, “yes,” he kisses Jungkook right on the mouth, “you are mine. No one else's.” Jungkook lets out a shaky breath, “say that again.”
Taehyung looks at him. Vulnerable and hesitant. Yet those eyes hold some kind of determination. “Mine,” Taehyung utters, nods to himself, “you are mine.” Jungkook lets out a sniffle, “say it again.” Taehyung kisses Jungkook's jawline, “my alpha... you are my alpha.”
Taehyung sounds vulnerable, “I never really had a person who I could call mine with my all faith and confidence, you know?” he lets Jungkook watch his fears in his eyes, “so... this is hard for me.” Jungkook nods, “I know,” he kisses Taehyung again, “trust me, angel. I know.”
Taehyung holds Jungkook against himself, “but I want to,” he nods jerkily, “this time, I want to.” Jungkook nods eagerly, “good,” he kisses Taehyung again, “that's good. That's a start.” “Don't end it,” Taehyung whispers, “don't let it end, Jungkook. Please…”
Jungkook watches how the water sloshes against Taehyung's skin. How those droplets glisten against Taehyung's face, and how those eyes reflect the vulnerability Taehyung feels. Jungkook holds Taehyung against himself, leans to join their foreheads together, “I won't. I promise.”
☆☆☆ ♡ ☆☆☆
They get the news the next day. The news that Yoongi is hospitalized with Jimin. Taehyung stares at the person who brings the news to them. His eyes wide and for a second he just stares. “What?” Taehyung whispers, voice void of any emotions, “what do you mean by this?”
“We can't go,” Jin shakes his head, tears clinging to his eyes, “we can't. We have to protect Taehyung-” “If you think you can hold me back here for whatever the reason is,” Taehyung hisses, “you are crazy!” Jungkook nods too, “I need to be there! But, you...”
“The one who called was Daejung,” Hoseok sniffles, wiping his eyes, “he left the message with the pack leader. He also said, he collected some evidence against the culprit and will let us know when we get back there.”
“What if it's a trap?” Jin throws his hands up, “we have no way of knowing, right? We don't know if someone is luring us out or not.” “We need to be certain before we leave the pack,” Hoseok nods, “but, how?” “We have to talk to Daejung,” Jin decides, “come on.”
They call Namjoon from the pack leader's house, ignoring how strictly Namjoon has told them not to contact him. After confirming about the accident, it was an easy decision. “We are leaving,” Taehyung glares at the pack leader, “and, no, you cannot stop us.”
Taehyung and Jungkook sit side by side, their eyes on Daejung, who walks up to them in the club, hidden behind his mask and cap. He sits beside Taehyung and looks around cautiously. “You are fine here,” Taehyung assures, “we booked this place. All these people are hired.”
Daejung lets out a deep breath, “I have proofs,” he looks at Taehyung and back at Jungkook, “I know who did this. I got all the recordings and papers.” “Who did this?” Jungkook asks, leaning his elbows on the table, “tell me the name.” Daejung hesitates, “it's,” he stops...
“It's Taehyung's father,” Daejung pulls out a pendrive, slowly pushing it towards Jungkook, “and your mother. They trusted me to carry out their orders because they thought I love you enough to betray Taehyung so I can take his place,” Daejung gives a tired smile, “fools.”
Daejung looks at Taehyung's frozen state, reaches to squeeze Taehyung's hand in his, “I got you, Tae. I got you.” Taehyung blinks, a teardrop slowly rolling out of his eye. He takes Daejung's hand in his, lets out a sniffle. Daejung's eyes are teary too, “I know, baby. I know.”
Daejung squirms closer to Taehyung, wiping his eyes, “also, they planned Yoongi hyung and Jimin's accident to drag you two out of your hiding spot,” he looks at Jungkook, “I came to know it so late, I couldn't stop it,” his voice cracks, “but... you two have to be careful.”
“They knew, no matter where you are, you two will show yourselves when Yoongi hyung and Jimin are in danger,” Daejung hisses, eyes focused on the table, “but, Namjoon hyung said he got you two extra security, and he is already proceeding with the proofs. So, it must be fine.”
Jungkook pockets the pendrive, “Daejung, what about your security?” Daejung shrugs, “I'm taking protection too. No worries. They don't know about me and even if they do, I have too much of their shit in my hands for them to disturb me. I shared it all with you in that pendrive.”
“It will be fine, okay?” Daejung rubs Taehyung's back, “Namjoon hyung is already suing them on the basis of attempt murder of Yoongi hyung and Jimin,” Daejung looks at Jungkook, “as we speak. You go to court with their effort of attempting murder of Taehyung. But, before that...”
Daejung's face contorts, “your mother got into it because of some scandal. You might want to look into it. It might be harmful to your family's reputation-” “I don't care,” Jungkook's jaw hardens, “they tried to kill Taehyung,” he speaks sharply, “I'll see them behind the bars.”
“My own father tried to kill me,” Taehyung sounds shaken, “why would you,” his voice waver, “why would you-” “Because I am not him,” Jungkook doesn't attempt to touch Taehyung, “and, unlike him,” his face contorts, “I love you. I have never loved someone as much as I love you.”
Daejung gives him a small smile, “I will testify. We will get them behind the bars,” he looks at Taehyung, “I promised to be Sarangie's best friend. I will not let her parents face any harm. Yeah? We love you, Taehyung. It's time you accept that you can be loved.”
“I love you,” Jungkook reaches across the table to take Taehyung's trembling hand in his, “I love you, and you deserve it. You deserve to be loved unconditionally, immensely and without any restriction, Taehyung.”
Taehyung's hand slowly tightens in Jungkook's and Jungkook nods. Taehyung lets out a shaky breath, looking at Jungkook and back at Daejung. “It's time we put that bastard behidn the bars along with my mum,” Jungkook glares at nothing in particular, “for hurting the ones I love.”
Taehyung nods, wipes his eyes, “yeah,” his face hardens, “for hurting me,” he counts under his breath, “for trying to kill my dreams, take away my daughter from me, for...” his voice cracks, “trying to kill mimi. Yoongi hyung. They deserve to be punished. Let's do this.”
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It takes time. Even with the evidences and witnesses, Jungkook's mother and Taehyung's father almost get away. They hire the biggest law farms to support their cases, and Jungkook's father sides with them. But, Yoongi's family comes to stand beside Taehyung and Jungkook...
For the sole reason of their son's life and the damage the incident did to him. Jin's family comes to play on his side too, adding to the power. Lastly, Namjoon's testimony, along with Daejung's, Yoongi and Jimin's medical reports, win them the case after almost eight months.
Ten years of imprisonment with a huge amount of fine. “By the time they get out-” Jin stops when Namjoon chuckles. Namjoon's eyes are on his father, “he will be nothing,” he hisses, “according to the company policy, I am the chairman now.”
Namjoon looks at Taehyung, “also,” he reaches to take Taehyung's hand in his, “you own the 50% of the company,” he smiles at Taehyung, “you can start your own fashion company, Tae. If you want.” Taehyung looks at his brother, “what...?”
Namjoon nods, “yeah. I am thinking of branching out to fashion, and who is better than you? Now that you have your degree and done with your internship. You can. Right?” Taehyung looks at Jimin, eyes wide, “uhh...” Jimin smiles, nodding, “why are you hesitating?”
“I mean you can't run away again,” Jin murmurs, pointing at Jimin, “Jimin is pregnant, and he can't go this time-” “Can you not scream that?” Jimin hisses, “I,” he looks at where Yoongi and Jungkook are talking, “I haven't told him yet!” “Oh, God, why not?” Hoseok sighs.
Jimin glares at Hoseok, “keep it quiet! I haven't told him yet! Oh, my God!” “Why didn't you tell him yet?” Jin frowns, “what are you waiting for?” “The test result?” Jimin throws his hands up, “I can't trust a kit!” “You mean, you can't trust ten kits you used?” Jin deadpans.
Taehyung's lips twitch, “he just wanted to be sure.” Jimin nods, looking over at Yoongi, “can't believe he knocked me up in one try! Had to be sure.” “That's…” Taehyung makes a face, “something none of us needed to know.” “Jungkook knocked you up in one try too!” Jin murmurs.
“What does it say about you two?” Hoseok crosses his arms over his chest, “protection, people! Use it!” Jimin stares, “we did.” “Then how?” Hoseok throws his hands up, “how do you all-” “Calm down,” Jin wraps his arm around Hoseok's shoulder, “they might hear you.”
Taehyung and Jimin watch how Hoseok goes quiet. His eyes on Jin, who is already looking at him with a tender smile. Hoseok smiles back, a soft, kind of bashful smile. Jin's ears are a little red, “want to have a drink with me, Hoseok ssi? For the celebration?”
Hoseok looks over at Namjoon, “can he come too?” Jin looks over at Namjoon, their eyes matching, “yeah,” Jin nods, his throat bobbing, “he can come too.” Namjoon looks over at them, giving them a small smile. Jimin and Taehyung share a look, their smiles soft and knowing.
“I think we should go,” Namjoon comes over to Hoseok's side, arm going around the omega, “he is tired. We all are.” Yoongi nods, “yeah, let's go before this one snaps at me for no reason,” he holds Jimin close, “nowadays he is extra snappy. Apparently, that's my fault too.”
Taehyung looks at Jungkook. The alpha standing beside him. “Are you coming with me?” he asks, tentative. Jungkook looks at him, “I need to go to the office now. There are shit ton of paperworks,” his voice sounds rough, “I will see you tonight.” Taehyung nods, looking away.
“On the way home, you are buying me mango ice-cream with chocolate syrup,” Jimin counts on his hand, “come on.” Yoongi makes a face, “any particular reason you are eating all garbage nowadays?” He waves his friends bye before following the omega down the steps. Others follow.
“You don't even like mango!” Yoongi's voice is heard as he gets inside the car their driver is driving. Both of them still not over the trauma to drive. Taehyung watches Jin follow Namjoon and Hoseok to Namjoon's car. He looks at Jungkook, “I'll wait.” Jungkook nods, leaving.
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Sarang sleeps peacefully in her bed now. Holds the soft toys closer to her chest. Taehyung kisses her forehead before walking out of the room. He closes the door before looking over at the source of the sound. Jungkook walks inside the house, exhausted...
Jungkook tugs at the tie, loosening it. He shrugs out of the coat, dropping it on the couch before walking up to the kitchen. Taehyung watches the alpha pull out a chilled beer, gulp down almost half of it. “I took care of everything,” Jungkook speaks, “you can now move out.”
“You don't have to stay with me anymore,” Jungkook shrugs, “we are not mated. We are not married. You were here because you couldn't go home, your father was there. Now you can. Safely. Namjoon also proposed the idea of your own company. You don't need,” he gulps, “me anymore.”
Taehyung bites his lip, “is this why you were so cold to me during the trial?” Jungkook pauses, looks over at him, “I mean,” he shrugs, “I don't know what you want. Do I? It has been so long, Taehyung. Every time I said I love you, you gifted me silence. What am I to think?”
“Every time I reached for you, you ran away,” Jungkook combs his hair back, off his forehead, “I don't know-” “Why, because sex is the only thing that will assure you?” Taehyung snorts, “is that it? Just because I didn't put out-” Jungkook curses, “you can't be real.”
Taehyung shrugs, “no, I am real. Tell me. What is it? Do you want me to bend over? Is that it?” Jungkook lets out a curse, “fuck you, Taehyung. Just get out of my house tomorrow, and we don't need to talk about this ever again! Whatever was holding us back so long, is over now!”
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It's over. That's all. Taehyung stands in his room, looks around the bare walls and furniture while Namjoon fusses over everything as they move. “Dada?” Sarang asks, eyes wide, “dada...” Taehyung holds her in his arms, smiles, “he will visit you, bub. He promised, no?”
Sarang maybe doesn't understand why her papa has tears in his eyes, but she reaches out with her small hands to press them right over Taehyung's eyes. “No, no,” she murmurs, shakes her head, “no...” Taehyung wipes his eyes hurriedly, tries to smile, “papa is not crying, bub.”
“Everything is done, we can leave now,” Namjoon comes to the room, hesitates by the door, “I... uh... I will be downstairs.” Taehyung nods, looks around the room he vacated, and walks out. At the bottom of the stairs, Daejung waits, his eyes follow Taehyung.
Daejung holds Taehyung by his wrist, tears cling to his eyelashes, “you know he didn't mean it.” Taehyung nods, “I do. I just,” he looks down at his hand, “I can't give him what he deserves, Dae. I tried. Right? For so long, I tried. I am not made for him. It's all my fault.”
“Every time he tells me he loves me, I want to tell him I love him too,” Taehyung looks away, “but, I still hesitate. I still feel like I am not ready. I might never be. I can't string him along with me. You know? I can't.” Daejung sniffles, “come here.” Taehyung hugs him...
“I will call,” Daejung pulls away, nodding to Taehyung, “yeah? Don't think you got rid of me.” Taehyung chuckles, squeezes Daejung in his arms, “how can I forget my friend?” Daejung nods, looks over at where Jimin is, walked in when they were talking, “take him home safely.”
Taehyung follows Jimin out, notices how the omega looks exhausted, “how did he take the news? Did you tell hyung about the pregnancy?” Jimin shrugs, eyes on Namjoon and his car, “we had a fight.” Taehyung pauses, “what?” Jimin rolls his eyes, “nothing important. Come on.”
Jimin nods at Namjoon, gets inside the car with Taehyung. “You know,” he speaks, strapping himself in, “when he tells you he loves you, and you want to tell him you love him too, it means,” Jimin turns to look at Taehyung, “you love him. You are just afraid of verbalizing it.”
Taehyung watches the mansion while the car slowly speeds up, “then maybe he should find someone who would tell him how much they love him. How much he deserves to be loved-” “You don't change partners because of every slight inconvenience!” Jimin stares, “you try to mend it.”
Taehyung holds Sarang to his chest, shrugs. They cross the gate of the building and Taehyung closes his eyes. It feels like the curtains are closing on a chapter of his life.
“Is the dress ready?” Taehyung asks, looks up at his secretary, “make sure it goes out by tonight. Also, the budget-” He stops when there's a knock on his door. He presses the button to let the person in, “let's talk after this.” His secretary bows and leaves.
“Yes?” he asks the man who bows to him, “how can I help you?” The man reaches for his desk and places a visiting card on top of it with a smile, “I am here from Jeon Enterprise.” Taehyung stills, his eyes finding the card on his table and then back at the man, “okay...?”
“Please sit down,” Taehyung gestures to the chair, “how can I help you?” The man sits, “I am Kim Chanyeol,” Chanyeol nods, “Mr. Jeon's secretary. I am here for the issue between your company and Mr. Jeon's company?” Taehyung frowns harder, “issue? What issue?”
Chanyeol squirms on the seat, “the issue of your father and his debt, Mr. Kim.” Taehyung frowns harder, “I am sorry, I am not following through.” Chanyeol gapes, then nods to himself, “well, we sent you the legal notice. I think you looked past it.” Taehyung shrugs, “okay...?”
Chanyeol braces himself visibly, “the issue of Mr. Kim's debt to Mr. Jeon. Your father took money from Mr. Jeon to keep his business afloat and signed a contract which states that if he can't pay it back, the company that runs with Mr. Jeon's money will be Mr. Jeon's to own.”
“And, right now you are running that company, Mr. Kim,” Chanyeol lets out fast, looking anywhere but at the omega who is fuming by now, “we reached out to your father in jail and he clearly stated that he used the money to keep this company running. The portion you got.”
Taehyung grits his teeth, “how about my brother? Didn't he know about this debt?” Chanyeol nods, “well, Mr. Jeon was ready to call it off, but now-” “Now he changed his mind,” Taehyung nods, lets out a laugh, “now he wants the money. Is that it?” Chanyeol nods, “yes, sir.”
Chanyeol gulps, wipes his forehead with a neatly folded handkerchief, “either you pay the debt or you-” Taehyung closes his eyes, letting out a deep breath, “you, what?” Chanyeol looks anywhere but at Taehyung, “you call Mr. Jeon to discuss the matter.”
Taehyung gets up from his seat, swipes his long coat over his shoulder, “Mr. Kim,” he picks up his sunglasses, “tell your boss to meet me in court because no way in hell I am giving him my company that I got here in seven months from scratch.”
“Also,” Taehyung combs his hair back, “tell him if he misses my attention, he can call me. He doesn't need to snoop through old contracts and pick up silly fights for that. Tell him I am up for no discussion. This company was handed to me on a clean slate and I owe him nothing.”
“Sir, he told me to tell you,” Chanyeol stands up, “there will be consequences if you don't follow through.” Taehyung pushes the sunglasses up his nose, “then I will face those consequences. I will see him in court-” “No,” Chanyeol sounds desperate, “you don't understand...”
“If you don't follow through, there will be a custody battle,” Chanyeol murmurs, looking down at his feet, “Mr. Jeon stated clear that if you don't want to give up the company then he will file for Sole custody of Sarangie.” Taehyung stops on his track, “excuse me?”
The man trembles under those glaring eyes, “y-yes, sir. If you read this-” Taehyung snatches the papers, ripping the envelope open to read the lines one by one. By the time he is done, he feels the anger seep through his veins. Chanyeol watches Taehyung storm out of the room.
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“That's all,” Jungkook nods, gives the man a small smile, “thank you, Mr-” The door of his office swings open and his gaze flicker over to the man who storms inside, his security and secretary following right behind. “What the hell is this?!” Taehyung slams the papers down.
Jungkook doesn't look at the papers, “my declaration. I presume?” Taehyung fumes, his cheeks red from anger and frustration, “are you blackmailing me to give up my custody of Sarang?! Our baby?! Are you sick?!” Jungkook leans back in his chair, “no? I am a businessman.”
Taehyung scoffs, “businessman?! This is what you think fair business is?!” “It is,” Jungkook nods, “your father does owe me your company and if you go bankrupt, how would you take care of Sarangie? Explain it to me. In simple words, I am looking out for my baby.”
Jungkook gets up from his seat to round the table, “how,” he comes to stand right in front of Taehyung, “will you take care of her when you would have nothing to fend off of?” Taehyung stares at him, “don't do this. Don't be like every other alpha I ever met. You can't be-”
“Why can't I treat you like every other alpha, when you always treated me like every other alpha?” Jungkook arches a brow, “make it make sense to me, Taehyung. Now that you are getting married again, make it make sense to me before you go.”
Taehyung curses under his breath, “what I do in my life is none of your business.” “Just because the guy is another omega, you think it will be different?” Jungkook hisses, “what do you think, Taehyung? Just because he is not an alpha, he will be better?!”
“You think he won't be good?” Taehyung curses, “you think he won't be good to Sarang? You haven't even met him! That's why I told you that you should meet him once and then-” “I don't want to know,” Jungkook murmurs, “you can't have Sarang's custody!”
“It is not the first time a baby will have two divorced parents, and you need to move on, Jungkook!” Taehyung hisses, “it's not my fault that you are stuck on me, and you think I need to feel the same!” Jungkook's eyes shift golden, “oh, I feel nothing for you, trust me.”
Taehyung nods, “good. Good, because you shouldn't. That's all I am saying. You shouldn't. And, about this contract, I will go to court. I am not giving up my company because you are too whiny to move on. Yeah? You are a kid, Jungkook. Get over yourself!”
Jungkook looks at Taehyung, his eyes roaming over the omega's face, “do you love him?” Taehyung freezes for a second, and then he gives a short laugh, “yeah. I do. This time I am marrying for love, Jungkook.” Jungkook's face crumbles for a second before it goes back to stoic…
“I will see you in court then, Taehyung,” Jungkook turns away from him, “let's not waste our time.” Taehyung nods, lets out a deep breath, “yeah. I will see how you take my rights away from me, Jungkook.” Jungkook looks at him, “you know you will lose, right? I have evidence!”
Taehyung shrugs, “let's see. I am not giving up my company just like that.” He turns on his heels and storms out of Jungkook's office. Jungkook watches the omega go, then he turns away to pick up his phone and dial the number of his lawyer, “yeah, proceed with the case.”
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Taehyung breathes in the fresh air, “keep driving until I tell you to stop,” he tells his driver, “get the divider up.” The driver does as told and Taehyung leans back on his seat. He presses the button to let the glass of the window down. Tears roll out of his eyes, finally...
His phone rings, his lawyer calling. “Yes, Mr. Lee?” he hopes his voice comes out emotionless. “We got the call from the Jeons, we have to prepare the case. Can you come over, sir? We need to collect the evidence-” “Make me lose this one,” Taehyung whispers, voice clogging.
Taehyung closes his eyes, the letters vivid behind his eyelids, “prepare the case and make me lose it.” Mr. Lee is quiet for a few seconds, then the old man sighs, “but, sir, you will lose everything.” Taehyung stares outside, “yeah. I know.” “Why?” Mr. Lee sounds pained.
The threats, the photographs, the files, the logs, everything comes rushing back to Taehyung. Jungkook's face so bright in those snaps, so close, so reachable, so vulnerable… Taehyung shudders, “I am tired. I will call you later.”
He drops the phone, a soft whimper leaving his lips, “curses don't lift easily, Jungkook. Mine will follow me for the rest of my life. I just hope I can take it as far away from you and Sarangie as I can before it ultimately finds me.”
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Jungkook stares at the man's history. The files are piled on his desk. “He has a record of criminal activity,” he curses, throws the file at Jin, “I don't understand why Taehyung is so determined to marry this guy!” Jin takes the file, reading through it, “does he know?”
“I am sure he does,” Yoongi fixes his shirt, pulling the sleeves up while looking over Jin's shoulder at the file, “I can ask Jimin to see if he can talk some sense in Taehyung-” “No, don't stress Jimin now,” Jin waves his hand, “he has too much on his plate already.”
Jungkook chews the inside of his cheek, “I don't understand. I just don't understand what the hell is he doing? If it was anyone else, I would just let it be,” Jungkook traces the lines on the file, “but, this guy is a criminal and I can't let him be near Sarangie. At all.”
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“I think we should talk to him,” Jin bites his nail, “Namjoon, we can ask Namjoon to talk to him.” “Yeah,” Yoongi snorts, “if anything, he is taking Taehyung's side.” Jin looks at Yoongi, “you are still pissed at him.” Yoongi ignores that observation, “you talk to him.”
“Yeah, no, they don't talk,” Jin snorts, leaning back against his chair, “they go for fights. All the time. I am sick and tired.” Jungkook has his back to them. He sits in his chair and faces the vast window. His eyes on Seoul, still awake in the middle of the night...
Yoongi gets up, pulls up his coat, “I need to go home now. Just sort this out, okay? I really think you should talk to him and talk. Don't fight. Ask if he knows this or why he is doing this. Don't lose your temper.” “Seeing him makes me mad,” Jungkook murmurs, “nowadays.”
Yoongi shares a look with Jin. “Do it for Sarang,” Yoongi rounds the chair, “if not for yourself, try to talk him out of this one for Sarang. That guy is not a good news, and I am sure Taehyung will understand. I think he doesn't know.” Jin nods, “I agree. Yeah.”
Jungkook doesn't say anything. He keeps his eyes on the city. Ignores Jin's words of telling him how he should go home before the alpha leaves with Yoongi. Jungkook doesn't go home. He turns towards the desk and starts gathering the proofs about the omega Taehyung is dating.
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Jungkook gets out of his car. His eyes skimming over the name of the company. Vantae's Jungkook nods at his driver before he steps inside the building. His four bodyguards following right behind. Along with two of his lawyers. He walks up to the reception, “excuse me.”
The receptionist's eyes widen when she looks at him and the people around him, “Uhh, yes, sir, how may I help you?” Jungkook nods, “is Mr. Kim in his office? Tell him Jeon Jungkook wants to meet him.” The receptionist nods, picking up the phone to call.
“He is in, sir,” she cuts the call, “but, he is at the workshop. You would like to take the lift to the ninth floor. The embroidery room.” Jungkook nods, takes the visitor's card and walks to the lift. His guards and lawyers follow right behind him.
Jungkook pauses by the door of the room, his eyes following the people inside. He looks over his shoulder at his men for a second before he pushes the door open. There are a flurry of activities going on. Everyone is too busy to notice the opened door. Jungkook's eyes wander.
He stills when he sees the omega. Taehyung is leaning over an employee's shoulder, pointing something at the piece of cloth she is working on. His hair is floppy, falling all over his face. Those large eyes are wide with an equally wide smile while he talks to her.
He has a few sample pieces of garment around his neck, a pencil tucked behind his ear. He is describing something to her, Jungkook assumes. His hands moving wildly while he talks. He looks happy. In his element. In his world. And Jungkook hates. He hates it to his core.
He hates the idea that he is here to snatch it away from the omega. He hates the idea that he bears bad news for Taehyung when he knows Taehyung gave his everything to get this company where it is. If only Taehyung understood what he's doing is wrong, Jungkook would let him go.
This is what Taehyung was born for, and Jungkook loved reading and hearing news about the omega doing wonders in his field. He feels how his chest tightens the more Taehyung smiles. He doesn't want to be the reason Taehyung loses all this, but what can he possibly do?
He can't let Taehyung marry that guy. He can't let Sarang be near that person. Jungkook balls his hands and pushes them into the pockets of his slacks. With a deep breath, he walks over to Taehyung. Taehyung looks up, his eyes focusing on Jungkook right away. His smile dims.
That smile dims and Jungkook's heart still has the audacity to break a little. He holds his breath, says nothing. Taehyung straightens up, looks at his men and then back at him, “taking your pack everywhere, I see. Scared that I might abduct you?”
“𝐵𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢.” Yoongi's words ring in his ear. Jungkook shrugs, “can we talk?” Taehyung nods, leaning back in to draw another pattern over the paper, “sure. What's up?” Jungkook tongues his cheek...
He reaches to take a hold of Taehyung's bicep then, pulling him away from the employee, “alone,” his voice comes out gravelly, “we will talk. Alone. In your office. Now.” Taehyung stares at him, startled, “and, you get to decide that, because?” Jungkook steps closer...
“I get to decide because I can,” Jungkook murmurs against Taehyung's face, “I get to decide because your company's ass is mine, yeah? I own this place, Taehyung. As the CEO, you work under me. Do you get it?” Taehyung's eyes burn into his, “you didn't win the case yet!”
Jungkook gives him a cold chuckle, “you naive, little omega. The board of directors, ever heard of them? Who those people are?” Taehyung nods, “Namjoon hyung-” “Yoongi hyung, Jin hyung and me,” Jungkook whispers, “I am the chairman, Taehyung. Now, come on. Follow me.”
Taehyung lets Jungkook drag him out of the room. Jungkook keeps his eyes ahead when they get inside the lift. As soon as they are on the floor of Taehyung's office, Jungkook walks out with Taehyung. “Wait outside,” Jungkook orders his men, following Taehyung inside the room.
“I will ask you a few questions and you will answer me,” Jungkook locks the door behind himself, gesturing for Taehyung to sit. Taehyung does, sits behind his table and watches the man walk up to him. “This omega you are dating, you know his background?” Jungkook asks.
“Myeong?” Taehyung frowns, “yes?” Jungkook stares at him for a long moment before he opens the bag with him and pulls out a few files. He puts them down in front of Taehyung. “Choi Myeong,” Jungkook speaks while Taehyung stares at the files, “is known for his criminal records.”
“He is-” “A drug supplier, there are antique theft cases on him, he was caught up in a human trafficking case too,” Taehyung leans back against his chair, “I know.” Everything goes quiet around them. Jungkook just stares at the omega, and Taehyung stares back.
“You,” Jungkook tries to hold the anger at bay, “know?” Taehyung nods, flips through the files carelessly, “yeah,” he shrugs, “I know.” Jungkook wants to strangle him. For a second the thought crosses his mind. He lets out a long breath. “And, you are still marrying him?”
“People can change, Jungkook,” Taehyung shrugs, crosses his arms over his chest, “he loves me and I love him. He promised me he will leave his past behind. People are capable of doing so.” Jungkook wants to smash something. He watches the omega with intense eyes. “Is that so?”
Jungkook watches the omega. His eyes trail over Taehyung's face. He takes in how tired Taehyung looks. How pale his face is. Those dark-circles are deep around his eyes. His teeth press down on his lower lip, turning it white. His hands tremble where he folds them over his chest.
Taehyung has his back pressed to the chair, his throat bobbing time to time. Jungkook tilts his head, frown deepening. The scent. Taehyung smells of distress. Jungkook stares for a long time, noticing how Taehyung's eyes keep flickering over his shoulder. The scent worsening.
Jungkook goes still for a second. He looks down at the files in front of him and back at the omega. “You are nuts, Taehyung,” Jungkook curses then, picks up a pen and folds the file to its blank page, “look at the amount he owes in the market!” He writes...
“𝐼𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔'𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒.” Jungkook pushes the file towards Taehyung and watches the omega read it. Those eyes snap to his and Jungkook nods. “Do you see?” Jungkook hisses, “how much he owes?”
A/N - Bros, your writer is basing everything on her disturbing obsession with the podcasts and shows of murder, mistries and you have to wing it with me.
Jungkook holds his breath. His eyes stuck on the omega who holds the file in his hand. Taehyung stares at the page and Jungkook stares at him. Then Taehyung is looking up at him and Jungkook sees. He sees the fear and hesitance there. He waits with bated breath.
“Nonsense!” Taehyung stands up, throws the file on the floor, “you don't know, but he paid the amount already!” Jungkook lets out a breath, his eyes on the file on the ground. Taehyung walks, rounds him to go and stand across the room near a shelf, “you don't show shit!”
Jungkook turns to the omega, his eyes on Taehyung's crumbling face. Jungkook wants to reach out, he wants to pull the omega in his arms but he can't. Instead he tries to focus when Taehyung gestures with his eyes behind him. Jungkook lets his eyes wander over the shelf.
There are books. Certificates. A few figurines. It all stare back at him. Jungkook looks back at Taehyung. Taehyung has tears in his eyes that he tries hard to suppress. “He is rich, intelligent, influential, and he deals in weapons legally now,” Taehyung murmurs.
Jungkook's eyes zeros in on the Ironman figurine. His breath hitches when he sees how out of place it looks. He looks back at Taehyung right away, nods. “Fine!” Jungook turns to pick up his bag, “if you say so. Let's see you in court, Taehyung.” He storms out of the room.
Jungkook goes directly to his car, settles in and tells the driver to put the divider up. He pulls out his phone, dialling Yoongi's number. “What's up?” Yoongi sounds tired. “He is being blackmailed,” Jungkook grits out, “he is under surveillance. Probably all the time.”
“Go back,” Yoongi goes alert, “go back and describe in details. What?” Jungkook watches the streets, his hand balled on his thigh, “Taehyung is getting blackmailed.” Yoongi is quiet for a few seconds, and then he curses, “fuck. By whom? That omega?”
“I don't see why a person like Choi Myeong will choose to blackmail Taehyung of all people,” Jungkook rubs his forehead, “he can go for richer people. More influential. Right? It doesn't sit well that he is going after an omega whose business is not even a year old.”
“People like him work like agents,” Jungkook bites his lower lip, playing with the piercing there, “he is known for his work as an agent. He never deals himself. He takes something and delivers it to the other. He's not a mastermind. You know? He is probably hired this time too.”
“Are you saying...” Yoongi stops, “Jungkook…” he sounds alert, “what if it's Tae's dad?” “He is in prison!” Jungkook frowns, “how-” “Really?” Yoongi curses, “he is, no matter what, Taehyun Kim, he got influences, and he is pissed at Taehyung right now. I am sure. No?”
“Or, my mum,” Jungkook murmurs. Yoongi denises it right away, “she is an omega whose partner abandoned her. She got nothing on her name right now. She can't be doing this. Mr. Kim still owns his shares and influences. He will be out of jail in ten years. He still got power.”
Yoongi curses, “it won't be hard for him to run this from the jail too. You know?” Jungkook watches the streets, “how wrong would it be if he never comes out?” Yoongi gives a slow chuckle, “you mean...” “Yeah,” Jungkook closes his eyes, “you got it.”
“A lot of things can happen in jail,” Jungkook feels anger shimmer through his veins, “people can get in a fight. Someone can charge him. The food can be of low quality-” “Or, he can fall off the stairs,” Yoongi murmurs, “yeah?” Jungkook chuckles, “you got it, hyung.”
“We need to be sure though,” Yoongi sounds thoughtful, “if it's not him, let's not punish him. We have to make sure he is behind this. We can't just go with our gut feeling.” “But, if it is him,” Jungkook sounds icy, “this time I won't wait for the law. I have had enough.”
Jungkook looks at the crossroad, “I am done letting him ruin things for me.” “Are you sure you want to do this?” Yoongi asks again. Jungkook uncuffs his sleeves, folding them up, “yes. For my family, I will. I will.” “We aren't criminals, Jungkook,” Yoongi murmurs, “you know?”
Jungkook's eyes flicker over to the signal, he nods slowly, “I am not. I am just serving justice to the criminal. He came for my family, he won't think twice before doing anything to Taehyung, Sarangie. I don't need to think, either. Won't you do it if it was Jimin or your pups?”
“I will tear him piece by piece for them,” Yoongi whispers back, a dangerous edge in his voice Jungkook is too familiar with, “yeah.” Jungkook nods, “If it was old times, as the alpha of the pack, I would be serving him death. I am doing just that. I won't regret it.”
“Come over to Jin hyung's place,” Yoongi sighs, “we need to make a plan. Again, we don't know who did this. Even if it's his dad, we need to sway that omega off our trail. We have a lot to do. Yeah? Let's not get too ahead of ourselves. Come over.” Jungkook nods, “yeah. Okay.”
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Taehyung sees them. A few men loitering around his office building. His eyes follow them while he goes to his car and gets inside. Two men gets in a car and starts it. Taehyung watches how it leaves before his, and another follows his car from the back.
“Those are our men,” the driver speaks suddenly, making Taehyung jump, “also, you need to check before you get inside a car. Your driver changed and you didn't notice.” Taehyung gapes, “who are you?!” The man holds a paper over his shoulder, “Mr. Jeon's security chief. Hello.”
Taehyung flops back on his seat, takes the paper. “𝐼𝑓 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑔. 𝑇𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑒.” Taehyung looks at the man, “he didn't actually break my driver's leg, did he?” The driver shrugs.
“Small inconveniences, sir,” the man makes a face, “he was paid a hefty amount and got a permanent job. He doesn't complain.” Taehyung stares, “wh- is he okay?! That's not very assuring!” The man looks at him through the rearview mirror, “he is fine. Richer too.”
Taehyung glares at the man, “is there any way I can talk to your boss? My phone's security is compromised.” The man nods, holds out his phone, “here, sir.” Taehyung grabs the phone and dials Jungkook. He waits until Jungkook picks it up. “Yes, Nakyum?” Jungkook sounds alert.
“Next time you want to replace employees, keep the breaking bones part out of it!” Taehyung hisses, “you could have made any excuse! It was so not necessary to break his leg! He is a good man-” “He is fine,” Jungkook sighs, “he didn't complain about the deal he was offered.”
“He is probably terrified!” Taehyung thunders, “Jungkook! You can't just-” “Why do I need to listen to whatever you are saying?” Jungkook hisses back, “I am doing this for Sarang only, Taehyung. You will sit quietly and let me do it my way! You already fucked it up enough!”
“I don't know how things are working, but I am assuming your house is compromised too?” Jungkook asks. “Y-yeah,” Taehyung whispers, looking down at his feet. Jungkook curses, “come to Yoongi hyung's place. If they call, tell them you want to see Jimin. See you.”
“If she is all you care about, you don't have to do this, Jungkook,” Taehyung whispers, almost curls in on himself, “now that you know of the situation, there are people who are keeping an eye on you too-” “I know,” Jungkook hums, “I can take care of myself, Taehyung. Trust me.”
Taehyung looks out of the window, leans against the seat rest, “if that's the case, then you can take Sarang with you and I can leave you two alone-” “Meet me at Yoongi hyung's place, Taehyung,” Jungkook chews out, “as I said, you have done enough. Let me handle this my way!”
- I will update at night if I feel good. My fever keeps coming and going. Hope you enjoyed the update. - Here's my kofi, if you want to support me ko-fi.com/amyungv
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The house is quiet when Taehyung walks in. Yoongi greets him by the door, nods before gesturing for him to follow him through the back door. “Jimin doesn't know you are here, keep it that way,” Yoongi murmurs, “I don't want him to know all this and worry at this stage. Yeah?”
Taehyung nods, “thank you, hyung.” Yoongi looks at him, nods, “there,” he points at the pool house, “he will be there. Keep your voices low and talk this out. Well,” he snorts, “as much as you two can talk, really. Try to. He is trying to help, Tae, don't get defensive. Please.”
“We are here for you, Tae,” Yoongi rubs his back, “just let us be there for you. Trust us. Yeah? We are on your side. We love you,” he nods when he notices the tears Taehyung tries hard to hold back, “I am sorry that we didn't notice or saw this but let us fix that. Please.”
Taehyung walks inside the pool house after Yoongi walks back inside the house. His eyes settle in the dim lights to see the man standing by the window on the other side of the room. Taehyung closes the door behind himself, slowly walking up to the middle of the room.
“Talk,” Jungkook turns, his eyes gleam in the darkness of the room, “start from the start. Clear it up for me. Since when this is going on? Since when he contacted you? Since when, you are getting caught in his web?” Taehyung holds his breath, “for a few months.”
Jungkook holds his eyes, “did you leave because of him?” Taehyung looks up at the alpha, “no,” his voice comes out soft, “I left because you asked me to. Told me to.” Jungkook's eyes shift a little crimson, Taehyung holds his breath. Then the alpha blinks and it's gone.
“Sit,” Jungkook points at the two lounge chairs, clearly dragged in, and comes to sit on one, “tell me in details when and how he contacted you.” Taehyung goes over to sit across from the alpha, holds his hands over his knees, “it was a month after I left,” he gestures, “you.”
Jungkook stays quiet. Taehyung looks down at his hands, “he fixed a meeting with me as my client and then when he walked in, he got to talking, and he had so many photos, clips, and everything of you and Sarangie…” he shudders, “it was disturbing. I was so terrified.”
“What did he want in return?” Jungkook leans on his knees, “what does he want in return?” Taehyung shrugs, “he wants me gone. He wants to take everything I own and wants me gone.” Jungkook frowns, “does he personally wants you gone?” Taehyung shakes his head, “my father…”
Jungkook's eyes flutter closed for a second. The alpha's nostrils flair while he tries to even out his breathing. Then he opens them to stare at Taehyung with red-rimmed eyes. “So, it was your dad all along,” Jungkook whispers, voice tight. Taehyung nods, “dad hired him.”
“He then came to my house to install everything, so I don't get to speak to anyone,” Taehyung whispers, “he made sure my office is under check too. My car would be too, but he missed it. But, his people follow me around. Even now, they did. They just know I am staying over-”
“At mimi's house a lot because of his pregnancy, so they let me. But, they have eyes on Sarang,” Taehyung's voice tremble, “that's why, up until now, I couldn't speak up. I was so terrified-” Jungkook reaches then, against his better judgement, he reaches for Taehyung's hand.
“It will be okay,” Jungkook murmurs, tries to keep his voice as emotionless as he can manage, “it will be fine. I will make sure of it.” Taehyung looks at him, throat closing in. He nods. “Did he,” Jungkook's hands tighten as a reflex on Taehyung's “ever...”
Taehyung looks at Jungkook with confusion clear in his eyes. Jungkook's jaw tightens, frown deep, “I am not asking because it's my business anymore, but in this case, I am presuming if that happened then you didn't consent it and I-” “He didn't touch me,” Taehyung whispers.
“You can be honest with me,” Jungkook looks up at Taehyung, “he has no moral values and no one will judge you,” Jungkook leans forward in urgency, “none of us will. I hope you know that. It's not your fault and if he did-” “He didn't touch me,” Taehyung murmurs, voice tight.
“He is a disturbing man, I agree,” Taehyung looks away, “but, he didn't touch me.” Jungkook watches him for a second, and then he nods, “okay,” he lets out a breath, “okay.” “If he did,” Taehyung mumbles, “would it change anything?”
“I am your ex-husband, Taehyung,” Jungkook murmurs, “but, trust me when I say this, if he did, I would give him a very slow and painful death. I don't care who you bed,” Jungkook shakes his head, “as long as you want it, it's none of my business. In this case... I had to ask.”
“Other than that,” Jungkook shakes his head, “it changes nothing. It doesn't change the respect I have for you. It doesn't change how I see you. Nothing. Yeah?” Taehyung's heart squeezes painfully in his chest, he nods silently, looking down at their joined hands.
Jungkook lets go of his hands, pulls back, “now, we have to plan something to get you out of that-” “Get Sarangie out of it,” Taehyung looks at him, begs almost, “I was terrified that if I don't do as they say, they will do something to her and-” he pauses, looks away, “you.”
“What about you?” Jungkook frowns. Taehyung shrugs, “you said, you don't care about me.” Jungkook's eyes flash golden, he looks away, “Sarangie needs you, and,” he looks back at Taehyung, “why would I not save you when I can? Just, follow my lead on this.”
“What will you do?” Taehyung asks, cautious, “he is dangerous, Jungkook. I think you know-” Jungkook gets up, unbuttons his suit and shrugs out of it, “I know,” he drops the blazer on the chair and uncuffs his sleeves, “but, he doesn't know what Jeon Jungkook can do.”
Taehyung frowns, stands up, “What are you thinking of doing?” Jungkook walks over to the window again, “Choi is just a hired man. He gets sold for money. I will buy him. But, my main problem is your dad. I need to think about him. But, first thing first, I need to meet Choi.”
Blind fear grips Taehyung, and he is reaching out to grasp Jungkook's elbow, “no!” he steps closer to Jungkook, shakes his head, “no, you don't need to meet him! No, he is dangerous. Jungkook-” The alpha looks over his shoulder at Taehyung, eyes wandering over Taehyung's face.
“No,” Taehyung shakes his head, fear making him tremble like a dried leaf, “no! He is a dangerous man, Jungkook! I didn't do all this for you to meet him! You can't meet him! You-” Jungkook turns, their toes touching between them, “and why not? Why can't I meet him?”
“Because he might hurt you!” Taehyung grits out, “aren't you hearing what I am saying?! He is not a good person.” “Neither am I,” Jungkook's eyes wander over Taehyung's face, “one day, you might see how bloodied my hands get. I am not a good person either, Taehyung.”
“Because,” Jungkook leans closer, his lips almost hover over Taehyung's trembling ones, “I will kill your father for you.” Taehyung trembles, eyes widening. Jungkook nods, voice never wavering, “I will kill him for you, and you would hate me for now bloody I get my hands.”
“But I will take it,” Jungkook murmurs, watches how Taehyung stares at him in disbelief, “because I have nothing to lose. I lost you. Fuck, I never had you. But, this is the last thing I can do for you so you can finally have the damn freedom you always wanted. I will do it.”
“I would rethink, but today I saw you in your element. Working in your office, the way you always wanted. So immersed, so happy, so…” he breathes out, “so free. I will take everything, every accusation, every pain, every punishment, if there's any, to see you like that always.”
“I am not a good person either, no one is,” Jungkook turns away, hands in his pockets, “when it comes to a person's family, they can go to any level to protect it. I know you are not my family but you don't have to. I will do it because I have had enough of that person.”
Jungkook leans against the window, eyes out on the pool. He sees how the moon reflects on the water, giving him a soft glow. “I want you to have a better life, a free life,” Jungkook frowns, “so that, in the future, you get to be everything he won't let you. That way…”
“My Sarangie will be happy too,” Jungkook keeps his eyes on the moon, “you were right when you said, kids can have divorced parents. They can. Surely. I just want her to have a good household. So, in the future, if you find someone, if you stay happy, she will be too. Right?”
“So, don't worry,” Jungkook looks over his shoulder at Taehyung, “if he is not a good person, neither am I. I will handle it. Just, you just take care of yourself and Sarangie and your career. I will handle this. He is not going to be a problem for me. I have faced worse.”
“You can easily take Sarangie out of this mess and leave,” Taehyung chokes out, slowly coming up to Jungkook, “why won't you take the easy way out?” Jungkook looks at him, shrugs, looks back at the pool, “because I am selfish, Taehyung. I am terribly selfish.”
“There's this guilt in me that lives and nags me every day that in your dad's plan of torturing or control you, I took a part too. I played a role too. I feel like I took advantage of your helplessness too. So many times. If I do this right, then maybe I will get you fully free.”
“Then I can finally see you settling down in your life and if down the road, you find someone you choose for yourself,” Jungkook chuckles, “see? Even in this, I am selfish, if you find someone, that day, hopefully, I will get over you too. I think I got obsessed with you.”
“It has to be obsession because otherwise it just doesn't make sense,” Jungkook leans his arm over the window-frame, blinks at the moon on the water, “it doesn't make sense that I still feel-” he stops himself, blinks, as if gets out of his haze, “I,” he shrugs, “was blabbering.”
Taehyung sees, how fast Jungkook puts himself back in a shell. How fast that expression changes to nothing. Taehyung sees how fast the alpha retreats. Jungkook turns towards the room, goes over to pick up his coat from the chair, “sorry for taking up so much of your time.”
“Thanks for telling me everything,” Jungkook nods, “don't worry. I will take care of everything. Just,” he looks over at Taehyung with an assuring tilt of his head, “put a little faith in your ex-husband. He was a lousy husband, but he will do this right. See you, Taehyung.”
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The changes are vividly noticeable. Taehyung gets a new secretary, Park Areum. She works side by side with him, but he knows she is appointed by Jungkook. His personal guard all the time. There are a few new employees in his company, who spread in every department...
So, no matter where Taehyung goes, he has a few faces who are there to protect him. His neighbours move out a week later. To Taehyung's surprise, there are new neighbours who took their place just in a week. He knows they work for Jungkook. Even if they never say it.
The sense of relief floods him when there are four new nannies for Sarang. Taehyung almost cries when they all settle with her and assures him, she will be fine. Taehyung feels the sense of warmth every time he goes to work, or out. There is someone watching him, more than one…
Jungkook never contacted him after that night. Neither did Taehyung. Taehyung knows the man will contact him if it's needed. He hopes Jungkook contacts him soon, though. Because... “The engagement,” Choi says over the phone, “we have to get it done by the end of this week.”
“I know,” Taehyung grips the phone, his eyes on the laptop in front of him, “listen, can't we wait a little-” “Now, now, prince,” Choi chuckles, voice so cold, it makes every hair rise on Taehyung's skin, “let's not test my patience. I need to move onto my next case. Yeah?”
“I can't give you more time than this,” Choi hisses, “your dad's paying me, but it's still a hassle! I need to close this case to move onto the next!” Taehyung grips the pencil in his hand, “what if I pay you double than what my father is paying, will you leave me alone?”
“First of all, you don't have that type of money, and second,” Choi lets out a sigh, “your dad knows a few things about me that he's holding over me. I can't, prince. You have to bear with me.” Taehyung bites the inside of his cheek, “oh.” “See you for the engagement, prince.”
Taehyung cuts the call, his head in his hands. The files in front of him goes blurry as time passes. Small teardrops falling on the papers. He wipes his eyes, looking up to see Areum looking at him. He smiles, tries to, then looks down at his phone.
“I am getting engaged in a week,” he tells Areum, voice breaking almost. “Do you want me to prepare something?” Areum asks, standing beside the table. Taehyung nods, looks over at the Ironman figurine, “prepare a guest list. I don't know. Choi will do everything else.”
Areum takes the notes Taehyung wrote down, the summary of their talk, and goes over to her table. She reads the note and types out something on her laptop. Taehyung looks away, too tired to see what she does with the notes. Taehyung goes home sooner that night.
When Areum drops him at his place, she holds out a phone, “this is for you,” she murmurs, “registered under my name. Secured under our company. Don't worry. Use it. Just make sure you keep it in silent mode and never show it to others.” Taehyung nods, takes the phone from her.
The phone rings as soon as he gets inside his apartment. Taehyung picks it up with bated breath. “H-hello,” he holds his breath, waiting. “Taehyung, it's me,” Yoongi sounds calm, as always, “Yoongi hyung.” Taehyung feels the way his shoulders sag, he nods, “yes, hyung?”
“I am just calling to let you know, go along with whatever he says, okay?” Yoongi speaks, “the engagement. If he says the wedding next-” “I am not marrying him,” Taehyung cuts in, “no way I am marrying him!” Yoongi sighs, “it will be an act, Tae. Just-” “No!” Taehyung hisses.
“No, I am not marrying him!” Taehyung shakes his head, fresh tears clinging to his eyes, “no. Do something before that! You can't, this can't be the plan!” “We are trying,” Yoongi sounds tired, “trust me, Tae, we are trying to get to him. It's hard. Yeah?”
“He planned this for months,” Yoongi murmurs through the line, “we just got a few weeks. Please, cooperate.” “I would rather leave than marrying him!” Taehyung hisses, “I don't want to! I won't-” “Where will you go?” Yoongi wonders, “do you think he will just free you?! Tae?”
“After your dad is done with his part, Choi might have more planned for you. You are an omega, fit, well-built, you know what I am saying! His hands are in deep shits, Tae! You got to work with us!” Taehyung sits down on his bed, legs giving up, “hyung,” he sniffles, “please.”
“I'm not saying this to hurt you, Tae,” Yoongi whispers, “I'm just telling you the truth. The more we look into this, the more dangerous this man becomes. We will get you out of this, but, please work with us. It won't mean shit. The wedding, the engagement, it won't mean shit.”
It means too much. That's the point. Taehyung can't voice it to Yoongi, but it would mean so much. It would break so much. Taehyung closes his eyes, his face in his hand, “I am getting tired, hyung. You know?” “I get it, bub,” Yoongi sighs, “we will get it better. Promise.”
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“Smile for the cameras, prince,” Choi hisses under his breath, smile sour on his lips, “for heaven's sake, look a little lively.” Taehyung bites back a curse, forces a smile on his lips. He feels Choi's arm loops around him, pulls him closer. The omega smells of raw perfume.
The scent he lacks as an omega, he balances it out with his perfume. Taehyung squirms in his hold, his eyes wandering over the crowd. He knows Jimin is not coming. He is almost bedridden, and he already sent his words. Told Taehyung he is happy that Taehyung is happy.
Taehyung wishes he could tell Jimin everything. He wishes Jimin was beside him right now. He closes his eyes, tries to push the nausea down his guts to not vomit right on the carpet. When he hears the low murmurs and feels Choi's arm tighten around him, Taehyung flinches.
“Why is he here?” Choi asks, voice dripping with venom, “prince-” Taehyung looks. His eyes on the man who just walked in. Jungkook walks in with Jin and Yoongi on his both sides, a present in both of their hands. A few guards around them. Jungkook's hands are in his pockets.
Jungkook's piercings glisten under the lights. His eyes skim over the crowd before they settle on them. Taehyung holds his breath, suddenly feeling breathless in his suit. Jungkook walks up to them with confident steps, nods at Taehyung before holding his hand out for Choi.
“Congratulations,” Jungkook gives the man a smile. “I don't think we ever met,” Choi takes the hand in his to shake. “No, we didn't,” Jungkook chuckles, “we don't run in the same circle, or standard,” he tilts his head, “I don't deal in dirts.” Taehyung bites his lower lip.
Choi's eyes don't waver, neither does his smile, “well, you don't deal in dirts, but I have heard your name in dirts.” Jungkook shrugs, “well, on my path, I have to step on all types of dirt. I don't count, but they probably hold grudges. Perks of being powerful and rich.”
He then lets go of Choi's hand, looks at Taehyung, “congratulations.” Taehyung nods, not sure what he should say. Jungkook moves to make ways for Jin and Yoongi. They share their well-wishes too. Taehyung watches Jungkook go over to talk to a few people, mingling.
By the time, they share rings, Jungkook is there. He stays even when most of the guests leave. By the time the hall is almost empty, Choi is ready to leave, Jungkook nods to his guards. The door of the room closes, his guards stand in front of it. “What's going on?” Choi asks.
His guards are right there too, already pulling out their weapons. Jungkook doesn't move from where he sits, one leg crossed over the other, leaning against the seatrest. “I just want to talk,” he bounces his foot, bored, “no worries. I am not here to kill a rat like you.”
“I know this is just another case to you,” Jungkook arches a brow, with his foot he pushes a chair towards Choi, “sit.” Choi hesitates, his hand reaches for Taehyung, and he grabs the omega. Jungkook's lips curve on a smirk, “nah, killing him won't solve your shit. Trust me.”
“Sit,” Yoongi yawns behind his hand, “listen, I have a very needy omega back at home to take care of. I need to buy him a certain flavour of ice-cream, and it's only sold in one store here. I have to go there before it closes, so let's wrap this up. Make it quick. Sit.”
Choi comes to sit, his hand still holding Taehyung's wrist in a death grip. Jungkook have his eyes on the man. He nods. Jin flicks his hand, a man walks up to him, opening a suitcase to give him a few files. Jin pulls another chair between them to spread the files for Choi.
“As you said, you deal in dirts,” Jin starts, “but, what you don't talk about is, you are slowly getting swallowed by the same dirt. Like quicksand,” Jin opens a file, reads, “your debts are too high for you to pay. You have a list of enemies in almost every country.”
“You pissed off a bunch of politicians, drug lords, criminals, businessmen and some powerful organizations. Buddy,” Jin snorts, “your position doesn't look good enough for me. You don't need our names added to that list. Don't you think?” Choi's grip tightens around Taehyung.
Yoongi nods, takes another file, “while Mr. Kim might pay you for this case, you can only pay off a certain amount of debt or pay to go hiding for a few years. That's all this will gain you. But, at the same time, you will gain us on that list too, and trust me, that's bad news.”
“It's not just about payment,” Choi growls, “it's-” “Mr. Kim knows something about you that no one else does,” Jungkook speaks, nods when Choi looks at him with wide eyes, “I got the news. He knows because this is not the first time he hired you for his work. I know that too.”
Choi nods, hesitant, “yes. He knows too much. He knows and he can speak any time. I don't know if he kept this information anywhere saved or not, but, if he did, I will be destroyed. I can't let that happen. I have to do what he says.”
Jungkook tilts his head, suddenly his bouncing leg goes still, “what if he stops talking?” The silence in the room is palpable. “What?” Choi asks, a little tentative. Jungkook nods, “you never tried this because you were terrified. But, what if he never speaks ever again?”
“What if you side with us, and we get rid of him,” Jungkook arches a brow, “technically, we both have the same problem. Mr. Kim. If we gang up on him, he might never be able to speak again.” “Why would I believe or trust you?” Choi frowns, “just because you are saying it?”
“No, because you don't have any other choice,” Jungkook chuckles, “what you are trying to hide is the proof of your signature for a drug deal that caused a politician's son's death and a clip of you at an omega trafficking site. Is that right?” Choi goes slack.
Jungkook nods, “I have my hands on those. Mr. Kim is an intelligent man. I give him that. But, damn,” Jungkook makes a face, “he is obnoxiously proud in thinking no one else can beat him in his intelligence,” Jungkook leans, elbows resting on his knees, “his only drawback.”
“So, if you really think about it,” Jungkook shrugs, “you should side with me. He holds no power over you now. I do. And if I were you I would choose to be on a powerful man's side.” “So, now you can blackmail me?” Choi hisses, “is that it?” Jungkook nods, “indeed. You got it.”
“What do you want?” Choi lets go of Taehyung's hand, grits his teeth, “what do I have to do for you?” Jungkook leans back on his chair, gives Choi a slow smile, “I want you to have the pleasure of silencing Mr. Kim. I will pay for it, but you get to do it to him.”
“You realize, if one day the time comes,” Choi snorts, “the table turns, I will do the exact thing for someone else to silence you? Just to save my ass?” Jungkook nods, eyes never wavering, “I know. But, I like to think of my present. When that time comes, I will deal with it.”
“All this to save this prince's ass?” Choi snorts, “just to save this omega's ass? You can have any omega in his place-” “If I were you,” Jungkook speaks slowly, each word dripping with venom, “I would mind my business and know how to talk to someone who literally owns my ass.”
Choi nods, “very well, then. I just want my ass saved. For that, I can throw anyone under the bus. I will get to work. You will have the news by the end of this week. Then I will go hiding. But, first, I need to know if you really have those evidences or not.”
Jungkook nods to Jin who holds out one file for Choi, “here's the signature's printout. Here's the clip.” Taehyung looks at the signature, and then he sees the clip as Choi plays it. He shivers, eyes stuck on the grainy footage.
tw//— violence, blood, gunshot
The footage shows a place near the port. Some men are shoving a few people up the deck. Taehyung sees how they are bound and how those men are kicking and shoving them to move them faster. He sees a person break free, suddenly trying to run from these men.
A person steps forward, grabbing him by the neck. The hostage thrashes, grabs the man's mask and tugs it off his face. It's Choi. Under the yellowish streetlights, it's clear that it's Choi. Choi then kicks him right on his stomach, making the omega drop on his knees.
The kicking continues until the omega is curling in on himself, and then Choi grabs him by the neck, throws him to his men before turning away. The whole incident plays in that clip. Taehyung feels nauseous. He looks up at Choi and back at Jungkook. “No,” he shakes his head.
“No, I don't care what happens to me, take him to the police!” Taehyung shouts, “what the hell?! No! You can't support this!” he looks up at Jungkook, “you can't take his side! No! This is wrong! This is terribly wrong! I don't care what happens to me, you can't save him!”
“I told you, didn't I?” Jungkook murmurs, “my hands are in blood too. I have to support him to get you out of this.” Taehyung shakes his head, “I will never live happily knowing I saved a criminal like this! I don't care! I don't need sav-” Jungkook looks at Choi, “ignore him.”
Choi gets up, nods, “gladly,” he holds his hand out for Jungkook, “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Jeon. Contact me anytime for anything you need a little help with. I live for services like these.” Jungkook takes his hand, shakes it, “first, let's see how you do with this case.”
“I will leave, if the store closes, I have to personally either make the ice-cream or go to live in a different country,” Yoongi nods to himself, “see you tomorrow.” Jin gets up too, “I have to cook when I reach home. Dating two people isn't easy, you know?” He follows Yoongi.
Jungkook looks at their retreating back, “go home,” he speaks slowly, voice calm, “don't think it's over. Just be cautious like always. It's not done yet. Not until I say so. Just take care and-” “Don't help him,” Taehyung begs almost, “tell me, you are not going to help him.”
Jungkook looks over at him then, his eyes wander over Taehyung's face, “I told you, my hands are bloody.” Taehyung shakes his head, feels the pain and fear and frustration seep out of his eyes, “no! Not like this! You are not like this! I know. You can't be. Please!”
Jungkook gives him a soft chuckle, “I am a businessman, Taehyung. An empire so tall and powerful doesn't build on its own. It rises on a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. People don't see it, because they stare at the top, no one looks on what or whom it stands.”
“You are not my dad,” Taehyung shakes his head, “you are not like other alphas. I refuse to believe you are like those other businessmen. I refuse.” “Why?” Jungkook gives him a look, “why suddenly you think I am different when you never treated me like one?”
Jungkook shakes his head, “and, this time, I won't even ask you to treat me differently. One, I don't care. Two, I don't need you to,” he shoves his hands in his pockets, “just... bear this for another week and everything will be sorted. Then, you don't have to deal with me.”
Taehyung reaches for Jungkook's elbow then, rounding the alpha to stand in front of him, “no,” he shakes his head, tears clinging to his long lashes, “no, please,” he grips Jungkook's shirt, “if you get caught, if he finds someone else- your life will be at risk too!”
“If, like he said, if the tables turn some day, and he finds you,” Taehyung shudders, “if he gets to you like tonight-” “Stop worrying about things you can't control,” Jungkook sighs, frowns at Taehyung, “I can take care of myself, Taehyung. I will deal with it.”
Jungkook walks around Taehyung to leave. “I can't live my life in fear that one day he might come back and harm you,” Taehyung whispers. Jungkook stops on his track, head bows with a chuckle, “then, don't. I am your ex-husband. Past. Don't live your future worrying about me.”
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“I thought you would have protested against this plan,” Taehyung stands beside Namjoon, “I thought you would have problem with whatever is going on.” “He is not a good man, Tae,” Namjoon smokes, eyes on the horizon, “we both know how vile he is. He had it coming.”
“I know things were hard for you, and he made it harder. But I was not having a field trip under his supervision either,” Namjoon frowns, blows the smoke out, “I was his alpha heir. His 'next in line.' He pressured me to my limit. To do better in studies, in life. In everything.”
“He is the reason I had to give up on Jin and me. He is the reason Jin got away when he did. I never,” Namjoon sighs, “I wouldn't kill him, for sure. For whatever he did to me. But, yes. Those add up too. He had this coming. I would do it for you and Sarang though. I would.”
“This is his karma,” Namjoon squeezes Taehyung's shoulder, “he treated us so differently, there were times when I thought we two brothers were drifting apart. You know how he was. No?” Taehyung sighs, looks down at the busy street under the balcony of Namjoon's apartment, “yes.”
“Whatever happens, happens for good,” Namjoon looks over his shoulder in the living room, beyond it is the kitchen where Jin is cooking something and Hoseok is helping him, “now I have two loving partners. We are kind of making it work. I think that's my silver lining?”
“Sarang, your company, your independence, these are your silver lining,” Namjoon rubs Taehyung's back, “yeah? Don't you think? You are going to be free. Really free, Tae, and you have such an angel of a daughter to pass it all on. No?” Taehyung nods, sips his wine, “yeah.”
Namjoon nudges his shoulder with Taehyung's, “and, down the road, if an alpha, an omega, or a beta, catches your eyes,” his lips stretch on a smirk, “that can be your golden lining. Ehh?” Taehyung takes a sip of his wine again, nods, “yeah. Right.”
“Guys!” Hoseok shouts, waving his hand, “come inside. The news!” Namjoon and Taehyung share a look before walking inside the living room. They sit down on the couch, eyes on the television. Hoseok and Jin come to join them. Taehyung grips the edge of the couch, eyes wide.
“𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝐶𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝐽𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝘩𝑢𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑐𝘩𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒,” the news reporter speaks, showing a few photos on the inset.
"𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠' 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑."
"𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙-𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑀𝑟. 𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝑇𝑎𝑒𝘩𝑦𝑢𝑛'𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑒."
tw// blood, violence and mention of anxiety and past abuse
Taehyung feels his muscles going slack. His eyes focus on the photo of his father. That face looks so calm. Eyes closed, lips pressed in a straight line. Apparently the bullet went through his neck, the wound hidden under the sheet he is wrapped in. Taehyung feels... nothing.
He thought he would. He thought, after his father's death, he would feel a tinge of sadness. A slight ache for that bond their blood binds them into. But, he feels nothing. Instead, his childhood flashes across his eyes. Each and every day. All those slurs, physical abuse...
All those times he thought of going to school and running away. All those times he had to use makeup to hide those bruises his father would leave on him. In his 'drunk and angry' state. Taehyung sees those times right in front of his eyes. That terrified little kid feels...
The terrified little kid feels justified. Heard. It's a sick way of thinking, probably. Taehyung knows he should be ashamed, but he is not. Seeing his dad like that, he feels his eyes brim with tears, and he nods, “if not for you,” he murmurs, “I would have a better life.”
“If not for you,” he ignores how the other three watch him, “I would be normal. I would not spend hours in therapy and still be so ruined,” Taehyung knows his voice rising, “if not for you, I will have a family that I ruined by my own hands! Because I never learnt to trust!”
Taehyung sniffles, hisses at the screen, “so, f'ck you! I hope you rot in hell and feel the pain you made me go through! I hope, if there's an afterlife, you go through what you put me through! F'ck you! You left at last, but you took everything from me too! F'ck you!”
“I had it all,” Taehyung screams, “but I burnt it to ashes because there in my subconscious stayed a voice that kept reminding me you chose that 'perfect' man for me! You chose him for me and I don't know when but I programmed myself to go against everything that's you!”
“I couldn't tell him I love him,” Taehyung feels that unbearable pain resurface. Like a python it wraps around his neck, slowly but surely it winds around his throat and he can't breathe. “I couldn't let myself go like that because you chose him!” Taehyung trembles, “fuck you!”
Taehyung hides his face in his trembling hands, sobbing into it, “I couldn't tell him I loved him every time he deserved to hear it. I couldn't hold him in my arms and assure him that yes, I know how he feels because I felt the same. I couldn't voice what he screamed for me.”
“I got a chance at my happiness, but I ruined it,” Taehyung shakes his head, “no, I am not sad for that! Damn, I have no idea what happiness feels like! I am sad that on my path, I crumbled his love and his hope for happiness and a perfect family! He deserved it. He still does.”
Taehyung feels arms wrapping around him. He knows Jin and Hoseok are pulling him in a tight hug, while Namjoon tries hard not to cry along with him. Taehyung shakes his head, “I turned him into a stone. I can't forgive myself for this. He wasn't like this. So guarded. So cold…”
“So…” Taehyung buries his face against Jin's chest, “I ruined him. I ruined his family. I ruined his chance at—” “You didn't,” Jin holds Taehyung tightly against himself, “oh, bub, you didn't. He chose to love you. Every time. He chose to love you. You didn't string him along.”
Jin kisses the top of Taehyung's head, “you know what went wrong now. You are working on yourself. You are going to therapy. You are talking about it. You are already healing, Tae. You can finally reach out—” “No,” Taehyung shakes his head, “no. I don't want to.”
Taehyung pulls back, wipes his eyes, “I have done enough damage on him. I won't go back to him. It won't change shit, hyung. He would still need verbal assurance, as a lot of people do, and I will still be bad at it. It won't work, and I think, he is moving on. I should let him.”
“How do you know he is moving on?” Hoseok whimpers, sniffles, “Tae, he did all this to keep you safe. All of this.” “He did this for Sarang and me, I know,” Taehyung looks at the screen, “he did it because he wants us to be safe. But, he is moving on.”
“Why do you think so?” Namjoon asks, reaches out to squeeze Taehyung's shoulder, “why-” “Because now he talks about my future, my partners with no pain in his eyes,” Taehyung looks away, “now he talks to me as if I am finally no one to him. I felt it, hyung. I sensed it.”
“We won't force you,” Jin murmurs, “of course, not. I know what you are talking about. Just...” Jin rubs Taehyung's back, “this time, if he comes to you, or, if the subject somehow goes that way, don't let your past catch up to you. Please. Please don't.”
Taehyung doesn't focus on Jin's word anymore. His eyes move to the television again. The screen is still showing his father's face, and Taehyung looks away. The whole day goes in a blur of phone calls from relatives and media houses. Taehyung finds himself home by midnight.
It's the day of his father's funeral when the news break all over the country. According to the clues and evidences police and the investigating department found on the case, it came off as a personal rivalry or a planned murder because of a personal retaliation.
From Mr. Kim's house, in his bedroom's floor-safe, the investigation team found a few evidences against Choi, the underworld crimelord. The proofs are enough to get Choi behind the bars and ultimately the punishment of execution. The police got a few clues of Choi's whereabouts.
It was not hard to get the crimelord out of his hiding spot in a highly respectable suburb of Busan. The crimelord probably knew something like this could happen, so when the police reached his place, he tried to escape but failed...
tw : suicide
Right when the police were about to take a hold of him, Choi chose to take his own life with his own gun. The case is closed by the court because all the evidence proved that it was clearly done by Choi for personal vendetta, and now he that he is dead, there's nothing left.
Taehyung reads the news on his phone and when he looks up, Jungkook is walking into the room to show his respect for Mr. Kim. Taehyung watches the man walk up to the stage, look at the open casket. His face doesn't change when he places the flowers there and turns on his heels.
For a second, Jungkook's eyes match Taehyung's and Taehyung holds his breath. The alpha's eyes are unreadable. His expression blank as ever. Then those eyes flicker away and Jungkook goes to sit where he is pointed at. He relaxes on his seat, eyes on the photo of Mr. Kim.
Taehyung looks away when he sees Daejung beside Jungkook. The omega came with Jungkook, and Taehyung would not dare to ask why. He watches how Jungkook's hand comes to rest on Daejung's thigh, carelessly, as if on instinct, while he turns to talk to Yoongi about something.
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“Thanks for coming,” Namjoon shakes Jungkook's hand, “you, I have no idea how to thank you.” Jungkook shrugs, “no worries. It's my duty. Anyway, the charge I put on your brother,” he doesn't look at Taehyung, “and his company, I took care of those. There's no trouble anymore.”
Daejung hugs Taehyung, “are you okay?” Taehyung nods, “fine. Don't worry. How are you?” Daejung nods too, gives him a small smile, “good. I am good.” “We have to leave,” Jungkook places a hand on Daejung's back, “we have a party to attend tonight. Excuse us.”
“Tomorrow I will send someone to pick Sarangie up for the weekend with me,” Jungkook finally looks at Taehyung, “what time is fine with you?” Taehyung shrugs, “anytime after ten. She sleeps late nowadays.” Jungkook nods, “fine. I will have her picked up by evening.”
“What's the party tonight about?” Namjoon wonders, “I am invited, but I can't attend-” “Just have some announcements to make,” Jungkook waves his hand, “you will know. Anyway, excuse us.” Taehyung bows with Namjoon while they turn on their heels and leave.
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“Come on, bub, dada will be here any moment now,” Taehyung crawls after Sarang who tries to waddle away from him, “just a bit more, and then you are free.” “Nope,” Sarang shakes her head, giggles when she sees Taehyung following behind him on his knees with a bowl and spoon.
Taehyung smiles tiredly, “baby, come here. Finish the food. Then you can run all around the house and papa won't scold you. I promise! Please, bub. Finish your food.” He stops when Sarang stands to look at him, lips jutting out on a pout, “tastes bad.”
Taehyung huffs out an indignant pout, “no way! This is the best papa can do! He learnt to make this only for you. Come here,” he takes a hold of Sarang and pulls her down on his lap to feed. She wipes her face against his T-shirt, making him an even more mess. Taehyung sighs.
He is already a mess. Sarang has a habit of wiping her mouth all over Taehyung's shirt. So, he makes sure to wear the most ragged and old T-shirt he can find while feeding and today is no different. “Your dada will see me in this and think what a piss poor parenting I am doing.”
He swipes his unruly curls off his eyes, the headband doing a poor job at holding those locks back. He holds Sarang with one arm and feeds her slowly. Sarang pinches him on his bare thighs and Taehyung bites back giggles because he knows if he giggles, she will do it more.
“Break that glass, and we are never talking again,” Taehyung murmurs when Sarang manages to take his glasses off, playing with them, “Sarangie...” The doorbell rings. He looks up at the door and at his maid, who rushes to open it for him while he sits on the carpet...
Taehyung curses softly. He is sitting on the carpet, not even on the couch, with Sarang on his lap with her food on a tray. Her toys all over the floor, along with some torn pages of books she barely takes interest in. Jungkook walks in. In his three-piece suits. Taehyung sighs.
Jungkook freezes the moment he walks in. His eyes all over the place and then on Taehyung. The man purses his lips. Taehyung hears the moment Sarang breaks his glasses, trying to bite one stick while holding the other in her hand. Taehyung takes it from her, shakes his head...
“That's glass,” Jungkook speaks, a frown etched on his brows, “that can easily harm her. How can you let her be near that? Also, where are the nannies and maids? Why are you on the floor?” Taehyung wipes Sarang's face carefully, “she will be ready in a few minutes. Sit-”
“You were right when you said you are not made for parenting,” Jungkook shoves his hands in his pockets, “I can see that now.” Taehyung feels the words in his bones. His inside churns with something nasty. He holds Sarang closer to himself, looking at Jungkook's feet...
“Where are the helps?” Jungkook sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, “I remember sending more than one nanny for her and I don't need to come here to see her getting fed on the floor!” Taehyung slowly gets up with Sarang's tray. He comes closer to the alpha to Sarang...
“Bub,” Taehyung smiles when Sarang turns to look at him with wide eyes, mischief clear in them, “one last spoon. Yeah?” Sarang squirms in Jungkook's hold, her small hands outstretched to reach Taehyung. Taehyung holds her when she almost topples over to come to him...
Taehyung silently takes Sarang in his arm, goes to put the tray on the tea-table and sits on the floor again. He holds the spoon to feed her. “Quick, bub,” he kisses the top of Sarang's head, “dada is here to take you out. Come on. Make it quick.” Sarang slowly starts eating.
“Sit,” Taehyung points at the couch, “I will wash her and dress her up then you can take her-” “Where are the helps, Taehyung?” Jungkook comes over to him again, “I remember sending more than one-” “I don't need much help when I am home,” Taehyung sighs, “I can do just fine.”
“They stay with her when I am out,” Taehyung holds Sarang on his hip and nods at the maid when she takes the tray from him, “other than that, I prefer to take care of her myself.” “Even when you look half-dead in the process?” Jungkook arches a brow, “you know Daejung stays...”
“...over for the weekends to take care of Sarangie for me, along with her maids and me? He doesn't look this exhausted and never this beaten-” Taehyung chuckles, turns to take Sarang up the stairs, “good to know she is taken cared of during the weekend.”
“No, bu-” Jungkook follows Taehyung, “what I am saying is how he does a much better job of taking care of her than-” “He takes care of her, a weekend duty,” Taehyung turns swiftly to stare at Jungkook, “I am raising her! For her entire life! There's a huge difference, Jungkook.”
“I am her parent,” Taehyung holds Sarang closer to his chest, “if anything happens, I get called by her daycare! If anything goes wrong, I ran to the doctor. If she needs something, I am the first one who knows. I am raising her since she was in me! Not for a few days of a week!”
“So, no, Jungkook. It's not the same, and I don't know why you think I don't know it. Trust me, I do. I do know what I am to her and what Daejung is to her! Don't put me up against one of my friends, please! Even if friends, I won't let anyone look down on me as her parent!”
“He will be her parent too,” Jungkook steps closer, “soon. He will be, and that's the announcement I made last night. That-” “You two are getting married next week,” Taehyung nods, “I heard. I know. Congratulations to you. But, it doesn't change shit. I am still Sarang's papa!”
Taehyung steps toe to toe with Jungkook, “you can have a litter of pups with Daejung and they can be your family but Sarang will always be mine,” Taehyung holds her tightly, “she is my daughter first, and I don't owe you any explanation on how I raise her. Trust me, Jungkook...”
“She won't remember if I fed her on the floor, or wiped her mouth with my sleeves, or if I had a huge ass dining table and sat her down like royalty to feed her. She will remember we were happy, and we loved each other,” Taehyung whispers, “that's all I care about.”
“When you will leave for your wedding, honeymoon, be busy with your other kids' births and their childhood, she will have me,” Taehyung points at himself, “and, she will love me for however I made it work. Yeah? So, stop coming to my house and criticizing my parenting.”
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Jungkook takes a deep breath, “I am not criticizing your parenting. I am pointing out the things that are harmful for both you and her. One, the broken glass is actually harmful, along with the frame! Two, you look dead to your feet, Taehyung. The nannies are here to help!”
“I fcking paid them to help you out, not to leave you alone with the baby to exhaust yourself! You need rest! After whatever happened in the past few months-” “I can take care of myself without you comparing me to Daejung,” Taehyung looks away, “that's not helping anyone here.”
“I am not comparing you, oh, for heaven's sake, Taehyung!” Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose, “I am just saying he does fine because he takes the help I provide. Why do you have to make it so difficult for yourself?!” Taehyung shrugs, “I am not him. That's why.”
Taehyung points at the couch, “sit, and I will get her ready.” “You need a shower yourself,” Jungkook observes, “shit, how long have you been running after her?” “All morning,” Taehyung wipes his forehead, “she gets whiny if it's not me whose feeding her. Always.”
“You need help readying her?” Jungkook points at Sarang, “if you want, I can help.” Taehyung looks at Sarang and back at Jungkook, “won't judge me for how I decorated her room and shit like that?” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, shakes his head, “no.”
“I didn't think before talking,” Jungkook grips the railing of the stairs, “something I do around you, blurt out shit I don't mean. I am sorry.” Taehyung watches him for a second, nods to himself and then turns to go upstairs, “yeah. Got that ages ago.”
Taehyung takes Jungkook to the nursery. He pushes the door open and ignores how Jungkook pauses by the door. The room is beige coloured. White clouds and stars plastered all over the ceiling, with a hanging moon right over the bed where Sarang sleeps.
Taehyung has a lot of pictures on the walls. They are framed in the shape of clouds, too. Some of her early days, some of her now. On one wall, there are Sarang's hand-prints of every month. Named and labelled. Jungkook traces the prints as he goes.
Jungkook watches Taehyung's photos with Sarang. He sees Namjoon and Jin too. Hoseok playing with her. Jimin and Yoongi in a few. Jungkook stills when he sees one of his. Sarang is small, fits in Jungkook's arms and sleeps on his chest. Jungkook is smiling down at her...
“It's me...” Jungkook whispers, index finger tracing the lines of the photo. “Yeah,” Taehyung pulls out Sarang's clothes, setting her down to change her dress, “you are her father.” Jungkook turns to look at Taehyung, “I am decorating her room too. At my place.”
Taehyung nods, “I see.” Jungkook comes over to hold Sarang while Taehyung fits her into the diaper. “Daejung thinks pink will be a good colour for a girl,” Jungkook looks thoughtful, “but that looks so bright. I am not sure about the theme either.” Taehyung smiles, “okay...?”
Jungkook makes a face, “is pink necessary?” Taehyung chuckles, “Daejung is an interior decorator, Jungkook. He would know way better than you and me. I am sure he has good plans. Don't worry too much.” Jungkook looks around the room, “you did this?” Taehyung nods, “yeah.”
“It looks homey, soothing,” Jungkook nods, sits by the chair at the corner of the room, “you did well.” Taehyung hums with a small smile, “you will do too. Just don't worry so much. So,” he risks a glance at the alpha and then back at his daughter, “wedding plans done?”
Jungkook snorts, “it's just going to be a court wedding and a small reception. I don't want something extravagant, and neither does he. It's better to keep it small.” Taehyung nods to himself, “cosy. Good.” “Will you attend?” Jungkook's question carries over to Taehyung.
“Will you invite me?” Taehyung looks over his shoulder at the alpha, arches a brow, “your ex-husband?” Jungkook stares at him, jerks his shoulder, “if you want to come, you are welcome.” Taehyung smiles, “I kind of do. Really.” “Oh?” Jungkook frowns, “really? You do?”
Taehyung nods, turns back to pull the dress down over Sarang's stomach, “yeah. I do. I mean… it would be good to see the chapter close, you know?” he shrugs, “to finally get over the guilt I feel every time I think about our wedding. The hurt we caused while at it…”
“I mean, it was supposed to be this way,” Taehyung chuckles, “you and him. You were supposed to be it. I was pushed between you two by my dad and his insatiable hunger for wealth and power. I feel like I ruined a lot of things for you. To see something finally going right...”
“Hey, none of that crap,” Jungkook waves his hand, “I really liked you, Taehyung. I was gone the moment I saw you,” he chuckles, looks down at his feet, “damn, it has been three years! Yeah, I mean, you didn't ruin anything. We both did, and I did more. I guess, yeah.”
“You can't ruin something that was willing to be ruined anyway,” Jungkook shakes his head, comes over to hold Sarang, “so, don't blame yourself. I am glad we did. Whatever we had, we got Sarang out of it. You can't be regretting that now, can you?” Taehyung looks at Sarang.
“She could have been your and Daejung's daughter,” Taehyung whispers, that thought keeps him up at night, “maybe she would have a better childhood to look back at if it was the case. She would,” he wipes Sarang's cheek, “have a stable family. A perfect family if it was the case.”
“No,” Jungkook shakes his head, takes the duffel bag Taehyung holds out for him, “no, she couldn't be. She won't be this pretty,” he whispers, “she won't be so strong. Don't say that,” Jungkook shakes his head again, “never say that, Taehyung. She couldn't be anyone else's.”
“There are too many reasons why we didn't work out,” Jungkook looks at the omega, nodding, “your perspective of life and mine are different. Your language of love and mine is different. We are too different. But,” he looks at Sarang, “never say she could be someone else's.”
“She is ours,” Jungkook smiles when Sarang smiles at him, makes faces at him, “and, I won't want this in any other way.” Taehyung pulls back, hugs himself with a small nod, “thank you,” he tries to smile at the alpha, “I… I lost my sleep over this. Thank you.”
Jungkook nods, “you are welcome. Also,” he pulls his wallet out, “there's this,” he opens the wallet to pull out a ring, “I kept thinking I should return it.” Taehyung watches the ring, their wedding ring. “Oh, I-” Taehyung bites down on his lower lip, “shit, I forgot too!”
Jungkook shrugs, “I had to actively remind myself to return it.” “𝑂𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜.” Jungkook watches Taehyung take the ring, look at it. He looks at Taehyung's hand…
For a second, Jungkook stops. His entire body freezes. His heart screeches to a halt while his eyes stay on the omega's hand. On Taehyung's ring finger, the ring shines. Just as new. Just as it was when Jungkook bought it. Taehyung takes a hold of it, “sorry, I totally forgot.”
Jungkook whips his eyes away, focusing on anything but that ring. He can't see it. He can't bear to see it come off. There is a part of him that wants to kneel before the omega and beg him to say he loves him. Voice it. Just once. Just once say he loved Jungkook. Even a little.
Jungkook knows he can take Taehyung's actions for itself, but Taehyung is unbearably kind. What if he was being kind and never really felt anything more? What if it was all the omega being kind? Jungkook can't bear that. He can't bear that thought of binding Taehyung any longer.
“Shit,” Taehyung curses, “it won't come off,” he makes a face, tugging at his finger, “can you pull-” “Keep it,” Jungkook murmurs, looks at anywhere but at Taehyung, “if it won't come off, just keep it. It's just a ring. I bought it for you anyway. It's fine.”
“But it's yours,” Taehyung shakes his head, looks at the ring with a frown. “Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles, “it's mine and maybe that's why it's so stubborn to let go. Keep it.” “𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦.”
“Also, as fun as it was to discuss, don't come to the wedding,” Jungkook snorts, dares himself to look at Taehyung, “I don't want to see you there.” Taehyung's lips part, throat bobbing. Jungkook shakes his head, “I can't see you there. Please, don't come to the wedding.”
Jungkook storms out of the nursery, almost flies out of the apartment. Taehyung stares at the wedding ring. His vision slowly starts to blur. “Sorry, Jungkook,” he lets the tears fall silently, “I just couldn't let you take this away.” He pulls the ring off his finger easily.
“Let me keep this,” Taehyung wears the ring back, “I can't keep you. But, I will keep this. Hold onto it as long as I can.” He turns to look at the empty crib, “I have to let my daughter go with you, share her with someone else. I don't want to share this. I don't want to.”
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“The wedding is tomorrow,” Jimin sounds tired, “I can't go. I have my delivery date scheduled by the end of the month. You want to come over here? We can-” “No,” Taehyung shakes his head, “no. I will be home. I have too much work, mimi. Sorry.” Jimin curses, “talk to me.”
“Are you okay?” Jimin lets out a whine, “you are not. I know. Tae, maybe,” Jimin hesitates, “fuck, it's late but oh, well, maybe it's time you tell him how you feel.” Taehyung let out a laugh, “the wedding is in a few hours. You must be joking.” Jimin sighs, “I am serious.”
Taehyung flips through the files on his desk, “no, mimi. What can I possibly tell him? 'Hey, I am taking therapy and doing much better. Do you wanna give us a chance to see if I fuck up that bad or less bad this time?' Is that what I say?” Jimin curses, “be serious, Tae!”
Taehyung shakes his head, “by this time tomorrow, he will be someone else's husband, mimi. I can't ruin that. He told me he will be happy and I want him to be happy.” “His happiness is you,” Jimin sounds tired, “he is marrying for the business and crap that went past my head...”
Taehyung turns to look at the dark sky outside, “stop talking about him. Please. I can't do this anymore. I will be fine, mimi. Just... it's too late. Go to sleep.” “Where will you be tomorrow?” Jimin curses, “huh? Where are you going to be? I don't want you to be alone.”
“I am leaving my office now,” Taehyung logs out of his laptop, “I am going for a walk down the Han river and tomorrow...” Taehyung shrugs, “I will stay up all night. Planned it all. Walk around the city and go home when it's already morning. Sleep the day away.”
“Simple,” Taehyung walks around his desk, “when you can't solve your problem, sleep on it. I will sleep the wedding away and wake up to them being married.” “I am pregnant, don't make me worry!” Jimin hisses, “you come her-” “Good night, mimi,” Taehyung hums, “I'll be off now.”
Taehyung comes out of the building, looks up at the sky. He hugs himself, smiles when snowflakes greet him. It's 29th December. Jungkook is getting married on his birthday. Taehyung wants to laugh, laugh and laugh some more. Yeah, his birthdays never brought anything good.
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The riverside is quiet. Almost no one's out this late except for a few people who are passing by or cycling down the lane by the Han river. No one is surely leaning against the railing and watching the river as if they have nowhere else to be. Sarang is not home either…
She is with Jin. She will be with him for the rest of the wedding. Jungkook wanted her there. Taehyung had no objection to send her out. Taehyung thinks of nothing. His eyes stay focused on a streetlamp's light on the water, moving with the flow. Han reminds him of that pack...
That river Taehyung might never forget. He thinks of those people. Thinks of the Luna's utmost kindness. Thinks of that night… Taehyung forces himself to not go there. He forces himself to just… be. In this moment. Feeling the snowflakes falling all around him.
His cellphone goes off. Taehyung pulls out the phone to see it's his mother. Taehyung takes the call, “yes, mum?” “Where are you, Tae?” she sounds worried, “I came to your house and you are not here.” Taehyung looks down, head bowed, “I am out. Why, mum? You needed something?”
“It's your birthday, Tae,” she murmurs, “I came to see how you are doing.” Taehyung blinks at the snow around his boots, slowly melting, just for more snow to take its place, “I will be late, mum. Go home. I am fine. Thank you for dropping by.” She is quiet for a second.
“Is it the wedding tomorrow?” The question is so sudden, it steals Taehyung's breath. He closes his eyes with a snap, and his jaw hardens. He knows his mum doesn't mean bad, but it still stings. “Drop it, mum,” he licks his lower lip, “it's not your business. It never was.”
“But, Tae-” “No, mum,” Taehyung sighs, rubs his hand over his temple, “go home. I want some time alone. Please.” He cuts the call, pushes the phone back in his pocket and goes back to watching the river. His mum is trying to reach out more nowadays, but Taehyung is not ready.
Taehyung thinks of the last birthday he enjoyed. It was his twentieth birthday. He and Jimin took Jimin's Porsche out of the city for a long drive. Ended up somewhere both of them didn't know the name of. Spent his birthday in the car, with a sandwich for his birthday cake.
Taehyung feels tears well up in his eyes. He wishes Jimin was here. Just for the sake of the warmth, these woollen clothes can't bring him. He wishes Jimin was here to just hug him tight and let him rest. Actually rest. Nowadays the voice in Taehyung's head is getting louder.
They tell him he is tired. Too tired. Maybe he should rest. Think about taking some rest. The rest doesn't mean sleep, and it doesn't mean a break from the work. It means something that keeps Taehyung from sleeping at all. He stays awake by Sarang's crib. Holds onto her...
Taehyung shakes his head. He has too much to look forward to. Sarang's first sentence. Her first day of school. She is everything Taehyung can live his life around. He forces those voices out of his head. They are not needed, and he is not going to pay them attention.
It's just... when Sarang is not with him, when the night is too slow or quiet, those voices come back and Taehyung finds himself cold. Restless. Seeking warmth that he never had. He finds himself defenseless. Taehyung pushes away from the railing, starts walking...
He keeps his head bowed and his hands in his pockets. The thought is sudden. The thought is juvenile but then, who would stop him? Taehyung looks at the wristwatch and back at the river. Then he rushes to his car, gets inside and starts it. He will go for a long drive.
Taehyung buys himself a cake, parks the car by a motel's parking lot and lights it. He looks at the way his name is written over it and smiles to himself. After closing his eyes, he wishes for Sarang's health and happiness and then he hesitates. For a second he opens his eyes...
“𝑇𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑚… 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦.” Taehyung blows the candle after those three wishes and cuts the cake with the wooden spoon. He takes a bite, leans against the car's window and looks outside.
Taehyung hums at the taste of the cake. The chocolate melts on his tongue, and he smiles to himself while watching the snowfall. Suddenly his phone is ringing again and Taehyung curses, he pulls it out and looks at the name. Just to freeze. Jungkook's name blinks back at him.
Taehyung swipes his tongue over his lower lip in a habit of nervousness. Then he carefully places the cake on the passenger seat and picks up the phone. “Yeah?” He asks, cautious. “Where are you and why aren't you home yet?! It's past twelve, and it's snowing, Taehyung!”
Taehyung blinks, “I am... how do you know I am not home?” “Your mum called Namjoon, asking if you are with him for my bachelor party,” Jungkook speaks fast, “where are you?” “Why are you calling me on your bachelor party?” Taehyung sighs, “enjoy, Jungkook. I am fine.”
“Where are you, Taehyung?” Jungkook asks again, the music behind him is loud, “don't cut the call, I swear.” Taehyung leans against the window of his car, looks outside, “nowhere. I am nowhere. Leave me alone. Please.” “I can't,” Jungkook says it as if it's wrenched out of him.
“You think I am not trying?” Jungkook snorts, the gut-wrenching plea is too palpable in his voice, “you think I am sitting between these stupid strippers, laughing at these stupid jokes and nodding to whatever the crap these people are saying and not trying to leave you alone?”
“It'll snow heavily, Taehyung,” Jungkook murmurs, “the news updates are saying the roads might be blocked. Please tell me where you are before you get stuck there. Please. Where are you? Come back.” Taehyung lets out a delirious laugh, “come back where? I have nowhere to go.”
Jungkook is quiet for a second, then he lets out a long breath, “then let me go to you.” “No,” Taehyung shakes his head, “no, you are not supposed to come to me either. We are not supposed to come to each other. We never were supposed to. We are not supposed to.”
“Call Namjoon,” Jungkook begs almost, “let him find you then. Please, Taehyung. The news don't sound promising to me!” Taehyung nods, “I will call him. Okay. Yeah.” Jungkook is quiet for a second, then he whispers, “you don't know how to lie. You suck at it.”
Taehyung watches how the snowfall starts to pick up speed. He closes his eyes, lets the warmth of the car seep into him. “All the best, Jungkook,” he wipes his eyes, “I couldn't say it that day in front of you, but I just... I really wish you to be happy this time. You know?”
“I hope he loves you enough for you to forget me and my stupid problems and I hope he loves you enough for you to realize you are better off without me. I mean, I know you realized that, that's why you are marrying him. But, yeah. I wish you all the happiness, Jungkook.”
“Like the Taylor song,” Taehyung giggles, “you won't remember all my champagne problems.” Jungkook is quiet for a long moment. Taehyung sighs, pulls the phone closer to his lips, presses his lips against the device. “Stop worrying about me, I will be fine.” He cuts the call.
Taehyung picks up the cake, gets out of the car and trudges over inside the motel. The motel is old, dingy. He ignores how it looks so cheap and walks up to the reception and presses the bell. The person behind the counter looks at him with sleepy eyes. Not pleased at all.
“I need a room for a day,” Taehyung nods at the man, “please.” The man nods, uninterested. He pulls out a key from the racks behind himself and holds it out for Taehyung. Taehyung reads the room number and nods, “payment...” “Advance,” the man writes something, “in cash.”
Taehyung pays, takes the key and goes up the stairs. The stairs creak under his feet as he goes. The lightbulbs are too dirty to let any lights seep out to the hallway. Taehyung squints at the numbers over the doors and stops in front of his. He gets inside and locks the door.
Taehyung places the cake on the small table by the bed and slowly undresses himself. He walks inside the bathroom to shower. He is not sure where he is. He doesn't really care. But he will tomorrow morning. For now, he just lets himself relax. There is a nagging feeling in him…
Taehyung hears the footsteps outside of his room. He pauses to hear more, closes the shower to let the sound reach him. Nothing. Taehyung shrugs, turns on the shower again. There is a sound of a door opening. The door next to his room. Maybe another guest.
Taehyung picks up the towel and dries himself. He gets out wearing that towel and goes over to the bed to pick up the shirt. He wears the shirt and gets under the duvet. With a content sigh, he pulls the cake to himself and starts to eat. He hears the footsteps again.
Some people are whispering outside of his room. Taehyung frowns. Their scent seeps inside, and it's the scent of alphas. Taehyung slowly places the cake back on the table and looks at the door. He can see silhouettes. The shadows seeping inside through the door's gap.
Taehyung gulps, he holds the edge of the bed while his eyes stay glued on the door. No one knocks on his door or tries anything, but they are right there. Right outside. Taehyung sits motionlessly, everything forgotten. He hears the snowstorm picking up speed outside…
Taehyung is not sure how long he sits there, the people outside staying where they are. He is not sure how long it takes, but then there's a knock on his door. Taehyung jumps on his spot, his knuckles turning white with the force he uses to grip the edge of the bed.
Taehyung feels the first flicker of fear. His eyes widening when the door is pushed experimentally before there's another knock. Taehyung bites back a curse, looking frantically at the window and thinking, if he can get out of that small space... Another knock and he moves.
“Taehyung, open the damn door, it's me.” Taehyung halts. His eyes wide and focused on the window while his entire body freezes. The knock turns into a slam of a palm over it, “open the door, Taehyung, before I break it!” He turns towards the door, eyes fearful...
Taehyung takes a hold of the cake and slowly steps towards the door. He opens it cautiously and it parts with force. The sound of the woods slamming against the walls makes him jump. With a cry, Taehyung shoves the cake forward, aiming for the man's face, so he can run past him.
He tries just that, rounds the man while the man has a face full of cake. He succeeds at first before he is grabbed by his elbow and jerked back inside the room. Taehyung cries out, looks over the man's shoulder to see a line of guards outside, ready to catch him anyway.
“Are you seriously taking 'sweet revenge' literally?!” Jungkook hisses, grabs a thrashing Taehyung in his arms, “and, stop thrashing! It's me!” Taehyung shoves at Jungkook's chest, eyes over at those guards, “you can't be Jungkook and why are there so many guards and how-”
“My guards still follow you,” Jungkook tries again, “just to make sure you are fine.” Taehyung stops on his track, his eyes moving from those faces to Jungkook, “why...?” Jungkook looks at him, eyes trailing over Taehyung's figure, wrapped in a shirt and bare legs.
The alpha closes the door with his foot, slams it on the guards' faces. “So, I know where you are and if you are in danger or not,” Jungkook lets go of Taehyung, “just like tonight.” He turns to lock the door and then faces Taehyung with a glare, “have you lost your mind?!”
“Why did you ask me where I am if you already knew?!” Taehyung picks up a piece of the destroyed cake and throws it at Jungkook in frustration, “if you already knew-” “Because, I wanted to hear it from you!” Jungkook dodges the cake, “also, don't do that!”
“You control freak!” Taehyung picks up another piece, “I hate you so much! Why are you trailing me?! Leave me alone! You have a wedding tomorrow and here you are, wasting your time on me! If they are appointed to keep me safe, then why did you come here personally?!”
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“Because I had to!” Jungkook takes a hold of Taehyung's wrist and tugs the arm back, “stop with your stupid cake!” Taehyung pants against the alpha, his eyes fixed on that face with a glare, “go away!” “You are coming with me!” Jungkook points at the clothes all over the bed.
“Sir, the storm is picking up speed, we can't leave for Seoul right now,” one of his security speaks through the door, “how about you stay here for the night, and we see how it stays tomorrow.” “I have to get married tomorrow!” Jungkook hisses, “I can't stay the night here!”
“I'm afraid you have to, sir,” the man sounds worried, “the storm is too heavy for us to leave and reach Seoul safely now. The weather forecast says it will clear out by tomorrow morning and the wedding isn't till 1PM. So, we will be fine. Hopefully.”
Jungkook looks back at Taehyung, “fine,” he nods, “get me a room then. If nothing works out, I can postpone the wedding for a day. It's not a gathering anyway,” he lets go of Taehyung, “just get me a room, Yong.” Taehyung turns away, going to the bathroom to clean himself.
“Why did you come here anyway?” Taehyung frowns, washing his hands, “if your men were after me, they would keep you notified.” “The connection wasn't strong,” Jungkook follows, leans against the frame of the door, “I didn't want to lose them too. It's... unnerving.”
Taehyung looks at himself in that mirror. His eyes trail over the chocolate drops and traces. All over his face and throat. Along with his shirt. He sighs, wipes his face and rubs his throat with the water. “Daejung doesn't deserve this, you being here. It's not okay.”
“He was there with me for the party,” Jungkook mumbles, “he is fine. I told him before leaving,” a snort escapes the alpha's lips, “unlike us, with him, we communicate.” The sting makes Taehyung look at the alpha through the mirror. Jungkook's eyes meet his too. They both glare.
Taehyung grips the edge of the sink, “damn, it must be a really healthy relationship then. Because I would go nuts before I let a stripper dance on my alpha. He is indeed doing a better job at this,” Taehyung looks back at himself in the mirror, “I agree. You belong together.”
Jungkook watches Taehyung take a towel from the skin cabinet. He watches the omega hold it under the water to soak it up before he starts to wipe his throat and collarbones. His eyes trail over Taehyung's skin, glistening with water now. “He paid for a few,” Jungkook whispers.
Taehyung rolls his eyes, “a few of those dances? Damn. I will never understand you rich people and how you all work.” “You are rich yourself,” Jungkook arches a brow, “what are you on right now?” Taehyung snorts, “not rich enough to spend money on my fiancé getting lap dances.”
Taehyung drops the towel on the counter, looks over at Jungkook through the mirror, “also not rich enough mentally to understand my fiancé's need to leave me in a strip club to go after his ex-husband. You are right, he is doing much better in this relationship than I could.”
Jungkook crosses his arms, eyes boring into Taehyung's, “he knows there's nothing between us anymore. He probably knows he has nothing to be worried about or jealous about with you. That's why he had no problem. I think it's healthy when there's no jealousy in a relationship.”
Taehyung laughs, walks up to Jungkook and stops because the alpha is taking up the entire door. He looks at Jungkook in the eyes then, shakes his head. “Yeah, okay,” Taehyung points over Jungkook's shoulder, “believe that and leave. I need to get out of this shirt and sleep.”
“You don't believe that?” Jungkook arches a brow, doesn't budge from where he stands. “My experience with relationships are really not that vast, you know?” Taehyung hums, “I have only been with one alpha and I remember him losing his shit because I wore another alpha's shirt.”
“So, maybe that's why we didn't last because that wasn't healthy, as you right now said, and we were not either. So, yeah, it makes sense. I hope the next alpha I be with, can think like you. It will be way less intense and good. But, then again... I still can't be like Daejung.”
“I will scream my alpha's head off if he goes to a strip club and lets those strippers be all over him in the name of 'enjoyment,' forget paying for it,” Taehyung gestures over Jungkook's shoulder again, “now let me go. I need to ask them for a spare robe or something.”
Jungkook stands tall, blocking the path, “you are almost naked. Where do you think you are going like this?” Taehyung arches a brow, “reception? The phone in the room isn't working. I need to get something to wear-” “I will ask the securities,” Jungkook glares, “stay here!”
Taehyung shakes his head, snorts, “clean your own face, Jungkook, and stop worrying about me. Stop,” he chews the words out, “worrying. About. Me! I am not your responsibility anymore. You can stop with whatever this is you are doing. I don't need it. I can take care of myself.”
Jungkook leans over Taehyung to take the towel Taehyung used to clean himself. He wipes his face with it while his eyes stay stuck on Taehyung. Then he throws the towel on the counter again. “You are not walking out of this room in that damn shirt and going anywhere...”
“No, I am,” Taehyung hisses, “I am because, Jungkook! You need to understand your boundaries from now on! You don't get to blur them for all of us. All three of us! I am your ex!” he stabs a finger against his chest, “I am your ex, you are marrying Daejung. Tomorrow! Yeah?”
“No matter what he says, he is an omega!” Taehyung urges almost, “it breaks his heart, I know it, to see you leave him in a damn strip club to come to rescue your ex-husband! It has to break him to see you do this-” “For you, I will always do this,” Jungkook takes a step closer.
“No, you can't!” Taehyung shoves at Jungkook's chest, “no, you shouldn't! No, you need to change yourself! Because, I won't be the reason of one of my friends' miserable married life! I won't be that third person in a relationship. You need to let go of me. Completely!”
“You can't be a lousy husband!” Taehyung shakes his head, “you can't say Daejung is way better than me when you are not going to be the best for him! You can't choose me over him while marrying him! Can't you see, Jungkook? You left him a few hours before your wedding for me!”
“You said you will be happy, and I am fucking holding you to that!” Taehyung hisses, “I am holding you to that promise. You said you will be happy and this is not how you can be happy! I need you to be happy and I can't let you ruin that for yourself! I can't see you...”
“...worrying for me so madly that you forget your surroundings and who else you are hurting in your blind need to save me!” Taehyung feels desperate in the need to make Jungkook understand, “I can't watch you ruin your relationships for me anymore! It hurts me to be the reason!”
“It hurts me to be the reason of your ruined life when all I want is for you to be happy,” Taehyung feels his frustration turn into the droplets of tears that cling to the rim of his eyes, “I can't see the person I love so much ruin his everything for me!”
“I can't-” Taehyung stops when he hears the way Jungkook sucks in a deep breath. “You-” Jungkook chokes on the word, “you, what?” Taehyung looks at the alpha, frowns, “my, what?” Jungkook shakes his head, “no, you said,” he steps closer, as if on instinct, “you just said!”
“You just said you-” Jungkook grits his teeth, the rims of his eyes red, “you can't see my life ruined because...” he reaches to grasp Taehyung by his arms, “because... you love me?” Taehyung feels the fight whoosh out of him. In a blink of an eye. He stares at the alpha.
“N-no, I-” Taehyung feels that intense fear grasp him, the fear that he ruined something good for Jungkook again, “no, I didn't.” Jungkook's grip on him tightens, “you just said it! What the fuck do you mean you didn't?!” Taehyung looks away, “I didn't mean it that way!”
“I meant it like,” Taehyung struggles to speak, his insides churning, “like,” he gestures wildly, “like I love Jimin! I love Namjoon hyung! Jin hyung! Yoongi hyung! Hobi hyung,” he doesn't dare to look at Jungkook, “like that. Love like that-” Jungkook lets out a laugh, “right.”
Taehyung stumbles when Jungkook jerks him away. He grasps the edge of the counter and looks up at the alpha with wide eyes. “Of course, you meant it that way,” Jungkook snorts, “even if you didn't, it changes nothing. I am to marry Daejung tomorrow. So, fuck you, Taehyung!”
“Fuck what you think is right in a relationship or not. Fuck what you think of me and Daejung. Fuck you and your opinions in my business! I don't need to hear it from a guy like you!” Jungkook turns on his feet, “I will marry him and have whatever that relationship is like!”
“Because when I tried for perfect, I got you,” Jungkook lets out a garbled laugh, “and, I was ruined ever since! So, no, I don't care what or how me and Daejugn end up like. At least, I would know that I have no hope from it. It won't hurt. Trust me!” Jungkook storms out.
Taehyung grips the counter, his eyes on his whitening knuckles. He said it. He said he loves Jungkook. Without even realizing, he said it. He voiced that thought that kept him up so many nights now. Can he go back to believing that it was all just stupid thoughts now?
Can he go back to thinking one day this burning in him will cease, and he will go back to being indifferent to everything? Taehyung perks up when he hears Jungkook's voice outside the room. “Stay here, you all,” Jungkook sounds curt, “just tell Yong we are leaving. Right now!”
Taehyung moves before he can think himself out of it, when he sees Jungkook turning on his heels to walk off. He stumbles on his feet and rushes out of the bathroom when he can't see the alpha anymore. Taehyung walks out of the room to see Jungkook at the end of the corridor.
Taehyung ignores how many guards line the corridor. It's insane if he can let himself think about it but he can't. Not now. Not when Jungkook shrugs on the coat Yong hands him over to take the turn towards the stairs. Taehyung ignores how he is almost half-naked. He walks fast.
By the time he catches up with Jungkook, he is panting. Taehyung throws his arms around Jungkook's waist, hugs him tight from behind to bury his face against Jungkook's back. “Don't go,” he chokes out, “please, don't go.” He feels the alpha go stiff, freezing on his path.
Taehyung lets his tears flow then. He can't physically hold them back anymore. “Don't marry him,” he sniffles, “don't go. Don't,” his insecurities, the fear of rejection try to hold him back, but Taehyung reaches out desperately anyway, “don't leave me.”
Taehyung knows there are others. All of those eyes are fixed on them. He knows Yong is right behind him, trying to hide him from others' eyes. Taehyung presses closer to the only comfort he needs, desperately seeks, “I,” his arms tighten around Jungkook, “I love you.”
Taehyung feels Jungkook twitch, slowly turns. Taehyung lets go of him, keeps his eyes anywhere but on the alpha's face. He looks at his feet then, just to not see whatever expression Jungkook has now. “Love me like everyone else?” Jungkook murmurs, “like the others?”
Taehyung shakes his head, curls flopping all over his eyes. He swipes them out of his eyes, tugs at the long sleeve of his shirt while he tries to match those intense eyes. “N-no,” Taehyung feels self-conscious, being the only one so under-dressed, “not like that.”
Jungkook takes a step towards him, their toes touching between them. He shrugs out of that long coat he is wearing. Let it wrap around Taehyung's shoulder. “Taehyung,” Jungkook murmurs, “then, like what?” Taehyung grasps the coat, feels the warmth seep in him, “like…”
“Like…” Taehyung forces himself to say, ignores how his face burns because of so many eyes fixed on them, “please, Jungkook…” “𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒…” he wants to say. He hopes Jungkook gets it. Jungkook does. He flicks his hand.
Taehyung keeps the eye-contact, but can feel everyone move in a hurry to clear out the corridor. Yong goes down the stairs, followed by a few others. Behind them, a few doors close. Taehyung feels a shiver run down his spine when the cool air of the storm hits him.
“Now, tell me,” Jungkook takes a hold of Taehyung and turns them to press Taehyung up against the wall of the corridor, “you love me like what?” “I,” Taehyung lets Jungkook crowd him, feels how soothing it feels to have the alpha so close, “I love you like you love me.”
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Jungkook's hands tighten on him for a second, and then the alpha steps closer. “The way I love you?” his voice comes off gravelly, “you sound so sure of that.” Taehyung nods, “in this, I am sure. I question everything every day, Jungkook, but in your love, I am sure.”
Taehyung watches those irises changing colour, slowly the molten gold seeping into those brown orbs. He holds that heavy gaze. “I left because I wasn't sure of my feelings, I wasn't sure if I will ever be able to match the intensity of your feelings for me. I was terrified.”
“But I was never not sure of your love for me,” Taehyung feels tears roll out of his eyes, “I just thought I would never be able to love you the way you love me. That's-” “I have a wedding in a few hours,” Jungkook whispers, “an omega awaits who promises a stable future.”
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“Why,” Jungkook grits out, “why do you think I will throw away that security for you when I know you will run for the heels the moment something goes wrong?” Taehyung leans back against the wall, his hand comes up to cup Jungkook's face, “because, you love me.”
Taehyung ignores how the coat falls open, his shirt crinkled, buttons opened till his midriff. He ignores how crumpled he looks in front of Jungkook, who is just so poised and collected. He ignores how frayed he feels. “You love me,” Taehyung chokes out, “you fucking love me.”
Jungkook turns swiftly on his boots. He combs his hair back with both of his hands, back muscles contorting underneath the shirt he wears. He looks up at the ceiling, hands on his hips. His nostrils flare while he tries to reason with himself. Taehyung watches the man fret…
Taehyung hugs himself, watches Jungkook fret so restlessly. His eyes follow the alpha's each and every movement. “I have a wedding tomorrow,” Jungkook speaks, as if to himself, “not only a wedding, but a huge ass amount of money in the deals in process. So many commitments...”
“There are people already working on those deals,” Jungkook whispers to himself, “there are so many people depending on my decision for the deals. I have a wedding that secures so much for me. A steady income, a steady personal life. A steady future. I-” he grasps his hair.
With a glare at Taehyung, Jungkook pulls his phone out of his pocket. He dials the number, pinches the bridge of his nose while he waits. “How hard of a blow it will be if I don't get married tomorrow?” On the other side, the voice is clear in the quiet corridor, “too hard.”
Yoongi speaks matter-of-factly, “too hard. We have signed numerous deals and partnerships based solely on this wedding and the promise of you two getting married to join the families. It's too hard of a blow.” Jungkook stares at his boots, “yeah. Guessed it.”
“I think you should write your partnership out of my company,” Jungkook murmurs, rubs his temple, “tell Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung too. Just to save the loss you will face. Because,” he looks at Taehyung, “I am calling the wedding off.”
Yoongi snorts, “yeah, no. I was against the wedding since the start. Silently boycotted everything related to it. Even the party tonight. So, I am staying. We can face the blow together. I will inform Jin hyung and Namjoon though.” Jungkook nods, “are you sure of this?”
Yoongi chuckles, “yeah, I am. You never loved Daejung and you never will. If anyone knows how hard it is to settle down for anything but love, it's me. I got you. All the best, kook. I will handle this.” Yoongi cuts the call and Jungkook looks at the phone in his hand.
Jungkook looks at Taehyung then. He takes the two steps it takes to reach Taehyung and holds the omega's hand to pull him down the corridor to the room. Jungkook locks the door behind himself and turns to face the omega then. Taehyung hugs himself, eyes on the alpha...
“We are not having sex,” Taehyung shakes his head, “that's not where-” Jungkook rubs his temple, “trust me, the amount of loss I will face, the media coverage of this news, the backlash of those companies, Daejung's dad's wrath, my dick is staying limp for days. Trust me.”
Jungkook points at the bed, “just... sit. I need to sit and talk this through. I have so much to talk about and you better answer me.” Taehyung nods, follows Jungkook to sit on the bed, his eyes on the alpha who puts his phone on silent mode before facing him.
“Say it again,” Jungkook takes a hold of Taehyung's hands and pulls him closer, “say you love me. Again.” It doesn't get easier. Not yet. Taehyung feels breathless, just like the first time. “I love you,” Taehyung whispers, voice coming out soft. Jungkook curses, “shit!”
Jungkook shakes his head, “that's... I never thought I will hear it from you. Ever. You have no idea how many times I was so close to begging you to say it once. God, say it once, and I would do anything you want me to do. Even that day in the nursery, I was ready to ask you.”
“But, I was done being a pest and I felt like you deserve to be on your own after whatever you were dragged through.” “My therapist said, I should voice what I want or how I feel,” Taehyung murmurs, “told me how I should stop thinking of a future when I am ruining my present.”
“Today I took her advice,” Taehyung looks up at Jungkook's face, “I took it because not taking it would break me in pieces. I could not watch you leave anymore. I could not deny myself what I want anymore. I am tired of that.” Jungkook holds his hands tightly, “thank god!”
“Thank God,” Jungkook breathes out, “but... how do you want to do this?” Taehyung shrugs, “whatever you want.” “You have to tell me, Tae, you can't leave it on me, because,” Jungkook tries to smile, “because if it's on me, I will ask you to marry me right away. Which is wrong.”
“We can take it slow,” Jungkook whispers, rubs his thumb over Taehyung's knuckles, “we can go on our first date, we can have those silly movie nights, we can enjoy those little things a couple do before we decide to take it further. Whatever you are comfortable in.”
“Also,” Jungkook pulls Taehyung's hand up to his lips, presses his lips against Taehyung's knuckles, “happy birthday, my love. If you agree to what I offered, I can take you out on our first date tomorrow if the storm stops by then. Or, gift you anything you want, really.”
Taehyung's eyes brim with tears, “you remember?” Jungkook's throat bobs, “I remember things about you like an obsessed stalker at this point, Taehyung. Birthday is too obvious. Had to throw a party to stay put in that damn room before I pull up to your office to wish you.”
Taehyung holds Jungkook's hand, his eyes on Jungkook's fingers, “if I tell you, I want those dates, those silly movie nights, those stupid courting gifts and everything people do as they date while staying married to you… how would you feel?”
Jungkook blinks, “what?” Taehyung nods, his lips jutting out subconsciously, “I am sick and tired of people flocking you, making up gossips and whatnot. I am sick of taking it slow when it never worked. I just...” Taehyung sighs, “I want you to belong to me officially.”
Jungkook reaches out, his palm pressing over Taehyung's forehead, “are you okay? Is it fever? What is going on?!” Taehyung swats his hand off with a burst of laugh, “hey! I am in my right mind! I just…” he shrugs, “I just hate carrying your ring with me when it belongs on you.”
Taehyung plays with Jungkook's fingers, “can't we?” he looks up at the alpha through his lashes, “do this?” Jungkook stares at him, saying nothing. Taehyung hesitates for a second before he sits up on his knees and crawls over to straddle Jungkook, “alpha?” he whispers...
Taehyung's hands rest on Jungkook's shoulder while he sits down on Jungkook's lap, “can't we get registered tomorrow? On my birthday?” he whines, “then you can take me out all you want. You can do,” he leans to whisper in Jungkook's ear, “whatever you want with me. Please?”
Jungkook takes a hold of Taehyung's waist, tugs him forward, “you are not playing fair. I am trying to be a gentleman here!” Taehyung shrugs carelessly, “you can stop. I didn't fall for this guy who says he thinks a relationship is best when there's no jealousy. He is not it.”
“You want me to be jealous?” Jungkook's fingers tighten around Taehyung's waist. Taehyung shakes his head, his own fingers threading through Jungkook's hair to grasp the locks, “no,” he leans, so their lips are inches away, “jealousy is wanting something you don't have...”
“You have me,” Taehyung sets his lips over Jungkook's, “I want you to be possessive of me,” he cups Jungkook's face to mould their lips together, “I want you to know who you have and be possessive of that.” Jungkook growls into the kiss, “fuck, Taehyung!” Taehyung smirks...
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“I am always possessive of you!” Jungkook kisses him harder, leaning into Taehyung's space to deepen the kiss, “I am possessive of you shamelessly. It's not good. I know. I wish I could stop, but I can't. Every time I thought of someone else having you, having you...”
“Learning you so intimately, it made my skin crawl, but you were not mine anymore, and I had no right to feel that way. So, I had to hold myself back.” “Did you,” Taehyung's hold on Jungkook's hair tightens, “with Daejung...” his voice wavers, “did you?”
Jungkook snorts, a laugh escaping him, “yeah, no. I didn't. You have to ask?” “You had nothing holding you back,” Taehyung shrugs, “I won't blame you. You know? I understand...” “You held me back,” Jungkook sighs, “before marrying you, there were too many, you know?”
“But, after meeting you, knowing you,” Jungkook shakes his head, “I couldn't. Not for a night, an hour, not even for a minute I thought of that with someone else.” “You were going to marry him,” Taehyung whispers, plays with the chain Jungkook wears around his neck, “tomorrow.”
“I don't know, I never thought of sex,” Jungkook frowns, looks down at Taehyung's collarbones, “I kept thinking if I busy myself enough with work and my office, I will stop thinking of everything else. It just felt right to get married. Just to show you that I am not a loser.”
“What?” Taehyung frowns. “Yeah,” Jungkook shakes his head, “I just felt so stupid for running after you like I had nothing better to do. I just… I just wanted to show you that I have a life too, and I can find someone else. I was being stubborn and egoistic. I know.”
“Why did he agree?” Taehyung sits in Jungkook's lap, “why would anyone agree to marry a person who was just going for it because of a deal?” Jungkook shrugs, “I promised him that he will be free to go to London for his interior courses and stay there if he wants. Freedom.”
“He would just stay as long as it takes for the business deals to start cashing, then he would go his way and I will be on my own. Just for the namesake. For both of us.” Taehyung stares, “you are so stupid, you know?” Jungkook arches a brow, “that was the best I could do.”
“He was decorating the rooms though,” Taehyung frowns, “and, I refuse to keep Sarangie in a room that is bright pink! I hate that colour, don't tell Jin hyung.” Jungkook's lips twitch, “yeah, no, it gave me a headache too. We can redecorate my place. I mean... if you want?”
“I didn't do it the last time,” Taehyung looks down between them, “this time...” “You should,” Jungkook urges, “I want you to. Make that damn place feel like home. Please. I am tired of staring at stale walls and boring paintings and whatnot.” Taehyung smiles, “yeah, okay.”
“Do you seriously want to get married?” Jungkook wonders, “tomorrow?” Taehyung nods, quiet and confident, “yes,” he looks at the alpha in the eyes, “I want to. Tomorrow.” Jungkook's eyes wander over his face, “we need four witnesses.” Taehyung nods, “I know.”
“Where is the ring?” Jungkook frowns, “did you bring it here?” Taehyung's cheeks heat up, he looks away, “yeah. I carry it with me since you took it off.” Jungkook's breath hitches in his chest, “yeah? Where is it? In your pocket?” Taehyung shakes his head, “no. On me.”
Jungkook's eyes flicker over Taehyung's fingers. There's no ring on them except for his wedding ring. Which… Jungkook feels the flutter in his chest when he looks at it. The alpha looks at the omega's neck, there's nothing. Taehyung isn't wearing a necklace. “Where is it?”
“I didn't want you or anyone else to see it, not after you get married, for sure,” Taehyung whispers, takes Jungkook's hand and places it on the side of his waist. Jungkook frowns, confused. Then he feels it. A waist chain under the shirt. He takes a hold of Taehyung's shirt.
Slowly, with his breath clogged in his throat, he opens the last three buttons to expose the omega's waist to his eyes. Jungkook bites back a growl when he sees his ring, hovering over Taehyung's navel, on a gold chain. “Shit, Taehyung!” Jungkook cruses, “fuck!”
He pushes the omega down on the bed, hovering over him to stare at the waist chain. Taehyung looks down at the alpha, watches how Jungkook's eyes stay glued on the ring over his stomach. “What?” Taehyung whispers, feels the way goosebumps spread over his skin, “Jungkook...”
Jungkook leans in, mouth parted. Taehyung arches his back when those lips press down on that ring, right over his navel. Taehyung whines, fingers tightening in Jungkook's locks. Jungkook kisses him there once, twice and then once more… traces the chain with his lips.
Taehyung bites back a whimper when Jungkook takes a hold of the hook with his teeth and jerks it open. The ring glides down to fall on the mattress beside Taehyung. The swipe leaving a tingling sensation on his skin. Taehyung looks at the alpha, mouth parted a little...
With his eyes on the alpha's hooded ones, Taehyung reaches blindly to pick up the ring. He holds it in his hand and holds his hand out for the alpha. Jungkook leans down on his elbow, holds his left hand out. Taehyung kisses the alpha's knuckles, the tips of those fingers…
“May I?” Taehyung asks, “alpha?” Jungkook growls deep in his chest, nods curtly, “yes,” he hovers over Taehyung's dishevelled figure, “you may.” Taehyung hears the storm outside, feels the chill in the air, while he feels warm all over. He slides the ring up Jungkook's finger.
Jungkook looks at his hand and back at Taehyung. Taehyung holds his breath, feels it get knocked out of him when Jungkook surges forward to kiss him right on the mouth. Taehyung holds the man closer to himself, accepting the kiss greedily. His nails digging on Jungkook's back.
“You already have my ring,” Jungkook whispers, kissing Taehyung breathless, “but, it's a tradition in my family to give the omega something as a wedding vow.” Taehyung shrugs, “well, I already have your ring.”
“Still,” Jungkook reaches behind his neck, unhooks the chain he wears. Taehyung holds himself still while Jungkook wraps the chain around his neck, hooks it and looks at it with a satisfied sigh. “My omega,” Jungkook murmurs, leans to press his lips over that chain, “mine.”
Taehyung pulls Jungkook up for another kiss. Tears rolling out of his eyes. He feels Jungkook's hand wander over him, feeling him up the best Jungkook can. Taehyung squeezes his eyes tightly shut when Jungkook's hand spread over his stomach, the alpha's kiss turns intense.
Taehyung kisses Jungkook down his shoulder, tugs at his shirt, silently asking the alpha to take it off. Jungkook does, unbuttons it between them before shrugging out of it. Taehyung kisses Jungkook all over his chest, lets his hands freely wander over Jungkook's back…
Taehyung whines when Jungkook tugs the two buttons off his shirt to reveal him for the alpha's eyes. Jungkook trails kisses down Taehyung's figure. Stops over Taehyung's stomach. Taehyung takes a hold of Jungkook's hair, watches how the alpha peppers kisses all over his stomach.
Taehyung bites back a whimper when Jungkook starts to nip him there, leaving a trail of bites. Taehyung reaches for his waist chain then, pulls it out from underneath him and takes a hold of Jungkook's hair to pull him back up. “For you,” Taehyung ties it around Jungkook's neck.
Jungkook looks at the chain that dangles from his neck and back at the omega. Taehyung nods. “Equal,” Taehyung tips his head up, “we will be equal in this marriage. You made me brave to demand that of you. You made me trust you enough to know you would want that too.”
“Yes,” Jungkook nods, breathless, “yes. I want to walk this path with you right by my side. Hand in hand. Together. Equally responsible for whatever to come.” Taehyung lets his index finger hook in that chain and pulls Jungkook down for a kiss, “good. I want nothing more.”
“I want a few more babies,” Jungkook lets his hand wander over to Taehyung's stomach again, “though.” Taehyung giggles, turning away from that kiss, “what happened to staying limp for months?” Jungkook shrugs, “I always underestimate your power over me. Damn!” Taehyung laughs.
“Not tonight,” Taehyung rolls away, “not before we get married and this time I want to plan it!” Jungkook follows, lies down to pull Taehyung against himself, “plan it?” Taehyung nods, “yes. Not until Sarangie is a little more mature. I can't run after two babies!”
“How many are we talking?” Jungkook looks at Taehyung with a thoughtful expression, “at one point, you might have to.” Taehyung glares, “how many are you talking?” “Four?” Jungkook frowns, “Yoongi hyung can't win this. Come on! He will never let me live this one down!”
Taehyung swats at Jungkook's chest, “this is not a competition!” Jungkook pouts, takes a hold of Taehyung's hand, “are you sure? He makes it sound like one! Keeps rubbing it on my face that he got triplets at the first try!” Taehyung stares, “grow up. Both of you! Oh, god!”
“We can have four, right?” Jungkook nuzzles closer to Taehyung, “no?” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “you realize, if it runs in his family, he can again outrun you?” Jungkook pouts, “well, yeah. But... we can try?” Taehyung turns away, “no! Go to sleep. That's so stupid of you!”
“I don't want to sleep,” Jungkook murmurs, hugs Taehyung from the back, “what if I wake up tomorrow in my room and all of this turns out to be my dream?” Taehyung's eyes sting all of a sudden, “Jungkook...” Jungkook's lips press against his nape, “won't be the first time.”
Taehyung entangled their fingers together, pulls it up to kiss, “then, let's not sleep.” He turns in Jungkook's arms, smiles at the alpha, “let's stay up till the sunrise.” Jungkook watches him, “not sleepy?” Taehyugn shakes his head, “far from it. We can watch the sunrise.”
Jungkook pulls Taehyung up to him, holds him to his side, “yeah, okay. Let's watch the sunrise together.” Taehyung lies on Jungkook's chest, draws patterns on Jungkook's bare chest, “good.” Jungkook pulls Taehyung's face up for a kiss, “good.”
Jungkook shouldn't have believed it. He should have known better to not believe it. He stares at the papers and reads the lines for the fourth time. His eyes moving from one face to another...
“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks, voice already coming out hoarse, “you are sure, right?” Yoongi nods, “yeah, you can read the papers. They are right there, Jungkook.” Jin nods too, “it's true. I know. Shocking. But, yeah.” Namjoon looks at him with worried eyes, “are you okay?”
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“I am,” Jungkook nods, “I just don't know how to thank Daejung for this.” Jin smiles, “yeah. I did it for you. I thanked him profusely. I still can't believe he talked his dad out of pulling out of this deal. I can't believe he kept up his side of the promise like this.”
“He is leaving for London tonight,” Namjoon says with a soft smile, “Taehyung is talking to him over the phone and I think I saw him crying. So, I let him be.” “Such a good brother you are,” Jimin murmurs over the video call, “I swear.” Yoongi snorts, “shh, blossom.”
Jungkook nods to himself, “I called him a few hours ago. To personally tell him what happened, and he took it well,” he looks at his hyungs, “he didn't tell me this.” “He really loves you,” Hoseok squeezes Jungkook's knee, “he truly loves you.”
“Listen, as much as I agree he is a nice person, he always proved that, can we also think that he knew what he was getting into but still got into it?” Jimin frowns through the screen, cheeks puffy from the fruits he is eating, “I'm sorry, but he knew Jungkook doesn't love him.”
“He got into it as a business deal and love or not, you can't force someone to love you back. Take it from me. He knew what he was getting into and to be honest, he should have grown a spine and left like I did when I realized whom I loved wasn't meant for me.”
“That person is holding the phone, he is carrying that person's three pups, but go off, I guess,” Yoongi nods, all serious. Hoseok bites back a laugh, “Jiminie doesn't like Daejung?” “I like him, I don't like his choices,” Jimin shakes his head, “different things, hyung.”
“I told him this on his face. Me, him and Tae were all in that phone call. I told him how he should now focus on himself and stop thinking he needs to hold onto an alpha just because he loves him. I mean, love and all is needed, but not more than your self-respect.”
“Jungkook is the asshole in his life, and he doesn't need to stick to it,” Jimin shakes his head, “no, Jungkook. You are. You can be a hero in one's life and a villain in other's and in his life, you are not a hero. Just like Yoongi was in my life.”
“I am still in your life!” Yoongi turns the phone towards himself, “the fuck?!” Jimin sighs, “you changed. Maybe with time, Jungkook would too, but I highly doubt that. So, it's better for Daejung to find someone who really loves him. A hero of his own story. Yeah? Let him go.”
The conversation doesn't go further because the bell in the church rings. Namjoon shots up on his feet and almost stumbles in his hurry to run down the aisle. Hoseok follows behind him with an endeared shake of his head. Jungkook places the papers on the bench, stands up.
Jungkook holds his breath, looks down at himself. He is wearing a custom-made suit. The 'Vantae' tag glimmers inside the seam. Jungkook smiles at it, looks up to see the door of the church open. Jin stands facing the door, he is there to officiate the wedding.
Jungkook nods when Yoongi pats his back, stands right behind him. They couldn't get married the next day. The storm lingered. So, they are getting married a week after. On January 7th. Jungkook told the others about their plan to get married in a court, but they protested.
So, Jin booked a small chapel by the countryside. The guests are just the boys and that's it. They all decided to drive up here, get married, sign the papers and go to Yoongi's house for dinner where Jimin will be present. A small gathering of the seven. A pack. Theirs.
Jungkook looks over to see Sarang. She is dressed in a white frock Taehyung made for her. She wore a flower crown too. There are petals in her hands that she clumsily drops and stops by the door with wide eyes to look around. Then she sees Jungkook, and she is smiling wide.
She trudges over, arms outstretched for her dada. Jungkook feels tears cling to his eyes when she almost stumbles, but gets on her feet and almost rushes to him. Jungkook picks her up in his arms, kisses her on her cheek with a sniffle, “my fairy, you look so pretty, princess!”
Hoseok comes next, throws rose petals all over the aisle with a wide smile. He comes to stand beside Yoongi, and then they all look at the door. Namjoon walk in, arm folded in front of him. Holding his elbow is Taehyung. In his white suit. With flowers as his wristband.
Jungkook's eyes trail over the omega. He arches his brow when Taehyung almost stumbles and the omega rolls his eyes. Jungkook bites back a smile, feels his heart race in his chest when Namjoon holds out Taehyung's hand for him to take. Jungkook takes the hand slowly...
The theme of the wedding is white. Jungkook watches how Taehyung's eyes trail over him. The omega's smile is small but pleased. Jungkook feels his chest fills with satisfaction that Taehyung likes him in the suit he made for Jungkook. Taehyung comes to stand in front of him.
“Papa pretty?” Sarang asks, wide eyes moving from Taehyung to Jungkook. Jungkook lets out a garbled laugh, “he is,” his breath hitches, “he is the prettiest!” Taehyung blushes, looking away. Sarang giggles, goes to Hoseok when the omega reaches for her. Jungkook smiles.
“Do you all have your vows?” Jin asks, “now is the time you say it, according to google.” Everyone stares at him. Jin makes a face. “What?! I don't do this every day! You think you can afford such a pretty alpha if I charged?! Now come on! Vows, I guess. You two have it?”
“What? You think we don't look good or something?” Hoseok looks down at himself, “I think I managed well. Ehhh?” Jin's face softens, “yes,” he nods, earnest, “you did. You look so handsome, sir! I can't even describe it!” Namjoon coughs, arches a brow. “You too! My god!”
“You look handsome too, alpha,” Jimin speaks through the phone, smiling teasingly at Yoongi. Yoongi rolls his eyes, “thanks. I needed the validation. Now, if we are done complimenting each other, start with the vows. If you wrote any.”
Jungkook looks at Taehyung and back at the others, “I haven't written any vows! I didn't know we are doing this!” Taehyung bites his lower lip, “I didn't either. But, I can say a few things that I always wanted to say to you. Yeah?” He holds out his hands for Jungkook to take.
Jungkook takes it tentatively, watches how Taehyung gives him a small smile. “My entire life,” Taehyung shakes his head, “I never dreamt of a wedding, forget two. That, too, to the same person. I never thought I would ever find someone to settle down with because that term...”
“That term, 'settling down,' always came off to me as accepting shackles around my ankles and wrists. A golden cage that I always thought of whenever weddings or mate were mentioned. You...” Taehyung gulps, “you have no idea how scared it still makes me to think about those...”
“terms. But, now I know,” Taehyung smiles, “that it's you I am tied to. Now I know, it's you who will be my mate, and it all seems bearable. Hell, I am kind of looking forward to them. Because... apparently, love binds you and frees you simultaneously, and I love you. So,”
“I hope, whatever lays ahead of us, we get to face that together, and I am glad I am doing this because, if not you,” Taehyung's eyes pool with tears, “who else? No one else makes sense. It's just you and me. Till my heart beats, till I know what love is... my love is you.”
Jungkook holds his breath in his chest. Not sure what he can possibly say to convey how Taehyung makes him feel. He looks at the omega and sees how Taehyung waits. Jungkook coughs, clears his throat because it feels choked up. He sniffles and holds Taehyung's hands tightly.
“I always knew love is an abstract feeling,” Jungkook smiles down at their joined hands, “it has no shape. But, then I met you, and I think, no one ever fell in love because, my love is shaped like you,” Jungkook nods, “my love has a shape, a face, and it's yours...”
“I know, 'till death do us part,' is tacky, but parting ways with you taught me that yes, I am lifeless without you. So, I will try with my everything to hold onto you because, without you, my entire life feels like an abstract that makes no sense, Taehyung. I love you.”
“These were not written previously?” Jin wonders, wipes his own eyes, “okay. Okay. Now, both of you exchange rings.” Yoongi holds out Jungkook's ring and Namjoon gives Taehyung his. They exchange the rings, smiles when everyone claps around them. Congratulating them.
“With the power bestowed upon me, I now pronounce you two husbands,” Jin nods, claps his hands, “you can kiss the groom. Keep it friendly for kids because your own kid is looking at you right now.” Jungkook huffs out a laugh and pulls Taehyung in his arms.
The kiss is slow, achingly slow, and soft. Taehyung holds Jungkook by the lapels of his suit, and Jungkook holds him by the waist. They kiss deeply, immersed in each other. Taehyung pulls back first, resting his forehead against Jungkook's with a wide smile on his face.
The others throw the flower petals in the air. Those white petals fall all over them. Jungkook watches how Taehyung has tears in his eyes. Taehyung watches how Jungkook tries hard not to cry. “This time we will make it work,” Jungkook promises, “yeah?” Taehyung nods, “yeah.”
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“I don't think honeymoon right now is a good idea,” Jimin looks at Taehyung, “Sarang is really too young. No?” They all sit in Jimin and Yoongi's bedroom. All of them on the carpet, scattered around, while Jimin sits on the couch, leaning against Yoongi.
“Can't believe I am having chicken nuggets on my wedding night,” Taehyung kicks Jungkook in the shin, “you could have done better than this?” Jungkook arches a brow, “I told you to pick up something else. Who said they don't want anything extravagant?”
“You can take Sarang with you,” Hoseok shrugs, looks over at the bed where Sarang sleeps peacefully, “no?” “No!” Jungkook shakes his head, “I don't think that's a good idea.” “Yep, no. That's not a good idea,” Yoongi shakes his head too, “not a kid friendly zone.”
“Yeah, I don't want her to wake up to me fucking her papa,” Jungkook ignores the pinch Taehyung gives him, “how about we all go? When is your date due?” Jimin shrugs, “literally in a day or two.” Yoongi nods, “just a day or two left.” “How can we all go?” Jin frowns…
“We don't need to go to some extravagant place, we have our entire life for that,” Jungkook waves his hand, “we can just go somewhere nearby and just enjoy a week or so there. Just the seven of us. Book a resort or something.”
“Okay, but-” Yoongi stops when Jimin lets out a whimper, grasping his wrist, “blossom?!” Taehyung whips towards Jimin, “mimi?” Jimin cries out, “shit, Yoongi! It hurts!” “Wait, what's wrong?” Hoseok goes to grasp Jimin's other hand, “chim, what's wrong?” Jimin cries out...
“Did the water break?” Taehyung is on his feet, pushing past the others to kneel in front of Jimin, “mimi? Did the water break?!” Jimin shakes his head, tears gathering in his eyes, “I don't know! It hurts! Shit, Tae!” “It's labour!” Taehyung grabs Yoongi's knee, “get the car!”
Jin scrambles to his feet, “I am driving one car!” “I will get the other!” Hoseok rushes out after Jin. Taehyung holds Jimin's one hand while Yoongi takes the other, “okay, be careful. Yeah? Be careful. Let's go.” “I will take him,” Namjoon holds Jimin, “you get his bag.”
Taehyung and Jungkook watch them almost carry Jimin out of the room. They both look at each other. Jungkook tug Taehyung into his arms, “so, there are two options,” Jungkook murmurs against Taehyung's lips, “one, we spend our wedding night in a hospital. Or, we run. Choose.”
“He was there for my Sarangie's birth,” Taehyung smiles against Jungkook's lips, pecks him, “also, he will have three babies. I want to be there for him. So,” he kisses Jungkook deeply, “we are spending our first night in a hospital.” Jungkook groans, “yeah, okay!”
“Also, those cheesy romantics would say,” Taehyung presses up against Jungook, “the place doesn't matter. What matters is, we two lovers will be together. No?” “Who are you?” Jungkook lets Taehyung tug him out of the house, “seriously, where's Tae?” Taehyung laughs.
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“Jimin just told Yoongi hyung he is banning him from ever touching Jimin,” Namjoon walks out of the cabin, eyes wide and expression traumatized, “I think he is very close to killing Yoongi hyung in there.” Jin rubs his back, “how about you sit down and don't go in there?”
“I just saw Taehyung eat an M&M then share it with Jungkook,” Hoseok looks scandalized when he comes to sit on Jin's other side. “And?” Jin arches a brow, “so what?” “No, like,” Hoseok makes a face, “share with a kiss. Like... kiss with that in his mouth. A filthy kiss-”
“Right!” Jin slaps his hand down on Hoseok's knee, “let's not explain further!” Namjoon makes a noise in his throat, “that's my brother. God, both of them. Since when they turned into these adults? One giving birth, other kissing with M&Ms. I-” Jin lets them cuddle up to him...
---- Jin has Hoseok sleeping on him. Namjoon went to the washroom. Taehyung and Jungkook are down the corridor, talking and, by the look of it, flirting with each other. Yoongi comes out of the room, sits beside Jin. “No trace of the heads?” Jin asks, rubs Yoongi's back.
“I will lose my head before theirs show up,” Yoongi looks over at Jungkook and Taehyung, “are they making out?!” Jin looks over at the two of them and grimaces, “yeah, ignore that. Listen-” Yoongi chuckles, “well, I don't blame them. It's their wedding night.”
“How is he?” Jin asks, holds out a bottle of water for Yoongi. Yoongi drinks, nods to himself. “Exhausted, wanted to sleep for a bit between the contractions. I just came out to see how you all are doing. You can go home, you know? It might take some time. I think, they should.”
Jin and Yoongi look over to see Jungkook has Taehyung pressed against the wall. His face buried against the omega's neck. Jin sighs, “well, we will stay and if we go home with three babies and one in the process, what can I say?” Yoongi snorts, “nothing. We can't say shit.”
“Jungkook!” Taehyung grasps the alpha's hair, pulling him away from his throat, “behave yourself! People are looking!” Jungkook growls playfully against Taehyung's throat, “yes, and? Whose idea was it to spend the first night here?” Taehyung whines, “come on!”
Eventually they all had to go home except for Yoongi because the entire next day goes by with nothing. Everyone goes home to shower, eat and come back by the evening. The next night, they all huddle up to Jin and falls asleep on the chairs in the waiting room. 8th goes by…
9th January starts with Yoongi losing his shit. “He is in so much pain,” Yoongi tells the doctor, “is there no other way we can do this?” “No, sir,” the doctor hums, “there are no other ways. Sorry.” Yoongi curses loudly, goes inside the room where Taehyung is with Jimin now.
Jin walks up to the others with a tray full of snacks and tea. They all sit with tired sighs and sleepy eyes. It's almost past two at night when the doctors and nurses rush into the cabin. They all stand up, alert, to see them rushing Jimin out to the operation theatre.
They all stand by the door, even Yoongi is not allowed inside because of some complication. Almost thirty minutes later, the doctor comes out to talk to Yoongi. Taehyung stands beside Yoongi, worried sick to his stomach.
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“The patient has high-blood pressure as of now,” the doctor murmurs, “also, the bleeding is excessive. We have only got one baby out. I am not sure if he will survive the other two.” Taehyung stares at the doctor, watches how Yoongi does the same. The hallway too quiet.
“We will try our best,” the doctor squeezes Yoongi's bicep, “but, you have to sign a bond. Choose whose life we should prioritize.” “Jimin,” Yoongi grips the doctor's hand, “get my mate safely out of there,” his voice cracks, “I can't do this without him. I can't do this!”
Taehyung leaves them behind to go and press himself up against the door of the operation theatre. “You can't leave,” he murmurs, tears pooling in his eyes, “you can't leave just because you think my life is finally sorted! Mimi, you can't do this to me!”
“𝐼'𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦!” Jimin would say, hugging Taehyung closer to him in his bed while they tried to sleep. Two kids, with a fucked up childhood and a lot of promises…
Taehyung can't see Jimin. He is behind that green curtain, and he is not allowed inside. A nurse comes out, holding the baby, she looks at him with a little glossy eyes. “It's a girl,”she whispers, “we have to take her to the baby room.” Taehyung looks down at the baby.
Taehyung notices the baby has Jimin's lips. His eyes well up with tears, he nods, knows he can't hold her right now. The nurse leaves, Taehyung stands in front of the door, forehead pressed against the cold surface. He feels Jungkook beside him, holding his hand.
“They have to get the babies out somehow,” Hoseok comes to stand on Taehyung's other side, voice trembling, “the doctor said, the babies will survive. But...” Taehyung closes his eyes, trying hard to not let the panic settle in. Not yet. Never. Jimin is not leaving him.
Taehyung sucks in a breath when a team of doctors gets past them to rush inside. The door locks. Taehyung turns to see Yoongi coming to stand by the door. His hands in his pockets and eyes focused on that green curtain. “Wh-what did they say?” Taehyung stutters out.
“The choice is a pretence, there isn't anything to choose,” Yoongi murmurs, “the babies are healthy so,” he stops, looks like he stops breathing too, “so, they are focusing on getting them out.” Taehyung feels his head sway, “what... what?” he whispers.
Yoongi gives a delirious laugh, sways on his feet before he leans over the door to support himself, “I just signed a paper that says it's okay with me if my mate doesn't make it. I,” he giggles in Jin's arms when Jin rushes to hold him up, “signed his death certificate.”
— This is the taekook story, so we will shift the focus to them. Now, for a day or two, I will update 'Resigned' to let that story catch up to this one and further Yoonmin parts will be there. Good night. twitter.com/amyungv/status…
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Resigned; a #YoonminAU "So stop. Stop bringing others between us!" Yoongi tries to take a hold of the omega, "stop making it about the other person-" Jimin’s eyes flicker to Hoseok who is in Yoongi’s car, worried eyes fixed on them, "yeah," Jimin sighs, "let's stop."
- My maa caught a fever. Pray that she gets well soon, please. 🙏 - my kofi, if you want to support ko-fi.com/amyungv
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Taehyung looks at himself in the mirror. His shirt perfectly pressed against his figure, the pant is tailored pretty well to showcase his curves. Taehyung's eyes flicker over himself before he picks up the perfume and sprays it on himself.
It has been a month since Jimin gave birth to his triplets. A month of Taehyung, almost always staying with him to help him with the chores because Jimin can't do it all by himself. Tonight is Taehyung and Jungkook's first date night. He wants to look perfect for it.
He hears the man behind himself. Taehyung's heart lurches to his throat when he looks over through the mirror and Jungkook stands by the door of the closet. Dressed in all black from head to toe. “Hi,” Taehyung whispers, inhales the alpha's scent in the closed place, “alpha.”
The way Jungkook's gaze shifts all over him, makes Taehyung's skin break out with goosebumps. He holds his breath when Jungkook walks in, strolls over to him to press himself against Taehyung's back. Jungkook's hands come to rest on Taehyung's hips, nose buried in his hair.
“Looking gorgeous, pearl,” Jungkook's voice dips, lips pressing against Taehyung's nape, “I got something for you.” Taehyung hums, “what is it?” Jungkook pulls out a black, slim box, holds it in front of Taehyung and opens it. Taehyung eyes the piece there.
It's a choker. A platinum, thick plate with a teardrop like diamond hanging in the middle. Taehyung eyes it for a second and then looks at the alpha in the mirror. “It's beautiful,” he hums, “but, why a choker?” Jungkook breathes out a laugh, “I knew you would ask.”
Taehyung arches a brow, “yes, and you would answer?” Jungkook's eyes are hooded, his smile shifts to something heady, “you know what it means, Taehyung. Don't you?” Taehyung holds his breath, “and, you know I would not wear it, right?” Jungkook hums, “I know, pearl.”
“Do you want me to?” Taehyung asks, voice hushed, “be honest.” “I do,” Jungkook answers, lips pressing behind Taehyung's ear, “I really do. But, I know you won't. I just got it because it looked pretty. Just a gift, pearl. Keep it.” Taehyung places it on the dresser, “okay.”
“You look stunning,” Jungkook says again, “you know, right?” Taehyung nods, “I do,” his eyes flicker over to the alpha, “you are lucky.” Jungkook's lips twitch, he nods, “indeed I am. I will wait outside. Don't take too long. We have a reservation.”
The alpha walks out of the closet and Taehyung pulls out a scarf to tie around his neck as usual. His eyes drop on that choker again, and he hesitates. A choker. A traditional way of letting others know that the omega belongs to someone. The one alpha who gave it to them.
Taehyung finds them incredibly demeaning. He finds it very stupid and territorial. Always has, always will. In those old times, that choker used to be replaced by a mating bite with time. Taehyung knows. Taehyung also knows the alpha doesn't have to carry around nothing like it.
Taehyung bites his lower lip, thinking for a long time. Then he picks up the choker, looks at it carefully in his hand and thinks why Jungkook thought of giving him this. He doesn't know. With a sigh, he looks back at himself. Jungkook would never mean it in a wrong way...
With a second thought, he puts it on. It looks beautiful on him. Sits just right around his neck. Taehyung eyes it for a few seconds before he wraps the scarf over it and walks out of the closet to meet Jungkook downstairs.
The place they go to is posh. Taehyung doesn't expect anything less from Jungkook. The food is good and their conversation flows. Taehyung knows there are still some things between them, they need to address. A few important things. He is not sure when to bring it up, though.
The first thing is, their different bedrooms. Taehyung is not sure if he should ask Jungkook, or if he should wait for Jungkook to ask him to move into the master bedroom. The second is… they haven't done anything since they got married. Making out, yes. But, nothing more.
Third, how long they should wait before the mating. Taehyung sips his champagne, eyes flickering over to the gigantic window right beside their table. “You are thinking something,” Jungkook says, relaxing in his chair, “what is it?”
Taehyung's phone rings. Both of them look down at it to see the name flash across the screen. Park Seojoon. Jungkook looks how Taehyung's eyes light up. “Yes, hyung?” Taehyung answers the call with a smile, “oh?” he frowns, “is there nothing they can do? I am out right now.”
Taehyung bites his lower lip, “when's your shoot?” Jungkook watches how the omega twitches on the spot. He watches how Taehyung frowns and nods along. “Shit, hyung, how about you drop by, and I fix it for you? No, that's alright!” Taehyung smiles, “you are not just a customer.”
“Park Seojoon...” Jungkook thinks, “is it the actor?” Taehyung nods, “yes! You know him? Yeah, it's him. He is my customer, and we have gotten to talk and he is so nice, Jungkook. He was the first one who trusted me, a rookie, to do his suits for his show's red carpet.”
“He just needs a few alterations in his suit and a few changes for the ties,” Taehyung shrugs, “he will drop by early tomorrow. Yeah, you were asking something?” Jungkook shakes his head, “you were thinking something.” Taehyung chews the food, shakes his head, “nothing major.”
The date goes well. Both of them finish the dinner and then Jungkook takes Taehyung back home with his favourite ice-cream in hand. Just like every night, they kiss each other good night. Just like every night, they both close the door of their bedrooms with a tired sigh.
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Jungkook wakes up to the sound of laughs and hushed murmurs. He frowns at the clock. It's almost six in the morning. With a sigh, he gets out of bed and walks out of his room. He leans over the railing to see, in the living room downstairs, Taehyung is talking to a man.
Jungkook watches how Taehyung fixes the man's suit that he's already wearing. A few pins pressed between his lips while he fixes the man's tie. Jungkook yawns in his hand, rubs his eyes and turns to go back to his room to wash up. “You look so pretty in the morning, Tae.”
Jungkook stops, looks over his shoulder to see Taehyung give the man a smile before going back to his work. He goes inside his room to get ready for the day. Jungkook stands under the spray of the water, his hands supporting him against the tiles as he stands.
Taehyung sits Seojoon down, “I will get the cuffs. I forgot to bring some, but my husband has enough. He won't mind if I take from his collection.” Seojoon nods, sits on the couch, “please ask, though. Alphas can be pretty territorial.” Taehyung laughs, “he is not like that.”
Taehyung goes up the stairs to Jungkook's bedroom and opens the door to walk inside the closet. He freezes by the door of the closet. Jungkook stands before him, his back facing Taehyung. The alpha is in his dress-pant, rummaging through his shirts to pick one out.
Taehyung grips the frame of the door, his eyes trailing over that back. Jungkook is humming to himself as he goes. He pulls out a black shirt and shrugs it on before he turns and stops when he sees Taehyung. Taehyung gulps, “h-hi.” Jungkook nods silently, waiting.
“I just needed a pair of cuffs,” Taehyung murmurs, suddenly feeling self-conscious in his pajama shorts and crop top, “if you don't mind.” “I don't,” Jungkook points over his shoulder, “take whichever.” Taehyung watches the alpha button up in front of the mirror. Ignoring him.
Taehyung opens the drawer that has numerous cuffs. He trails his fingers over them. “Did you wear that to sleep?” The question makes Taehyung pause, look over at the alpha, “yeah?” Jungkook's eyes flicker over to him once, “working in that too?” Taehyung frowns, “uh… yeah?”
Jungkook's eyes stay on him. A heavy sort of feeling that settles in Taehyung before the alpha looks away. He comes to stand beside Taehyung to pick up a pair of cuffs for himself. “Choose the dark ones, his suit is light,” Jungkook murmurs, cuffs himself and turns to leave.
“Isn't it too early for office?” Taehyung reaches to grasp Jungkook's wrist. Jungkook shakes his head, “nah. How can it be, when it's not too early for you to start working?” Taehyung frowns, “what? I just need to do a few things before I go to bed again. Jungkook-”
Jungkook frees his hand, “see you tonight, Taehyung.” “Wait!” Taehyung grips Jungkook's wrist again, “we decided we will talk. No?” Jungkook sighs, “I don't want to come off rude or irrational. Worse, typical. I don't. So, let's not.”
“Just tell me,” Taehyung pulls Jungkook back, “please?” Jungkook looks at the omega, “you are in your bedroom clothes, Taehyung. You smell of yourself. You didn't put on a robe, you aren't scented. You are not mated. He is an unmated alpha too. Do you see where I am going?”
“But, yeah,” Jungkook pulls Taehyung in with his hand around Taehyung's nape, kisses him on his temple, “I know you will take care of yourself. Do so. I need to leave early because I have some work too. Yeah?” Taehyung grips the alpha's coat, “this soon?” Jungkook nods, “yeah.”
“You won't ask me to put on the robe or be mad?” Taehyung whispers. Jungkook snorts, “no, Tae. I trust you to know better. I just… that's the typical side of me I am learning to let go. I just need a few more months to be completely unfazed. Yeah?”
Taehyung smiles, “not sure if I want you to be completely unfazed or not,” he reaches for the shirts, pulls one down to himself, “and, I was so sleepy, I forgot to put on something decent. My fault. This one.” He shrugs the shirt on, “is this okay, alpha?”
Jungkook watches him, “better.” “What will make it best?” Taehyung bites back a smile, “do you want to carry me downstairs? Or, we can heavily makeout in front of him, so he knows about us.” Jungkook rolls his eyes with a snort, “shut up, pearl.” Taehyung grins, “come on.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I think this is fine. Thank you.” Taehyung slips his arm around Jungkook's and laces their fingers together to pull the alpha with him. “Seojoon hyung,” Taehyung drags Jungkook down, “you haven't met the alpha I kept talking about to you. Did you?”
“You mean,” Seojoon gets up from the couch with a wide smile on his lips, “your husband, the father of your Sarangie. The only alpha you trust with your everything. The one you can't stop talking about? No,” he holds his hand out for Jungkook with a snort, “never heard of you.”
Jungkook blinks. His eyes going from Seojoon to Taehyung. Taehyung's cheeks are dusted pink, his eyes are on Seojoon, but he still holds Jungkook's hand. Jungkook shakes Seojoon's hand, “hi.” Seojoon nods, “It's nice to finally meet the man he is so whipped for.”
Taehyung looks away from the alpha to look at Jungkook, “when you come back tonight, we need to talk about some things,” he cups Jungkook's face, “come back soon?” Jungkook nods, holds his breath when Taehyung pulls him in a soft kiss, “yeah. Okay.”
“Are you going to pick me up from my office or I will pick you up?” Jungkook asks, taking the smoothie Taehyung forces him to drink every morning. “I will,” Taehyung shrugs, “see you tonight, alpha.” “Damn, I am single, Tae,” Seojoon rubs his temple, “show some mercy!”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Jungkook takes a sip of the smoothie, makes a face at it as always, “how long and how gruesome work it took to reach here, Mr. Park. You are doing good single.” Seojoon laughs when Taehyung swats Jungkook, and Jungkook races out of the house.
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“How are you?” Jungkook asks, walking inside his office to see Yoongi sleeping on the couch. Yoongi gets up with a startled gasp, “shit,” he wipes his eyes, “fuck, announce yourself next time!” Jungkook stares, “this is my office! Why are you here? Why so tired?”
Yoongi rubs his face, frustrated, “do you know how these little bastards poop so much when they are just having milk?!” Jungkook stops on his track, looks over at Yoongi, “uhh... well, I never gave it much thought?” Yoongi glares, “never have sex. I swear, not with your omega.”
“Just go and find someone random, someone who won't tell you that you need to raise these bastards on your back. Either that, or trust your hand, my man.” Jungkook blinks, “yeah,” he sits, “no action here for a long time. I am following your advice without wanting to.”
Yoongi stares at Jungkook, “good. The best.” “No, it is not,” Jungkook rubs his hands down his face, “like,” he gestures with his hands, frustrated, “I get very close to jumping him. That's wrong but, damn, he tests my control every waking hours. It's tough!”
“Control, control yourself,” Yoongi gets up from the couch, “otherwise, in nine months, you will be here. Just like me.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “It's not that bad.” Yoongi stops to glare at him, “if you think it's not that bad, you're just a bad dad. You aren't doing enough.”
“I haven't slept for three nights!” Yoongi throws his hands up, “I changed one's diaper and then changed the other and the next. Then I went to sleep, just for Jimin to wake me up to tell me, I changed one's diaper twice and one's not at all!” Jungkook bites back a laugh.
“Jimin is so good with them!” Yoongi combs his hair back, “he knows them by face! I can only recognize my daughter for obvious reasons, and that's it. The boys are a mystery to me! I think I should just put a number on them or something!”
Jungkook whines in his hands, “he was in his booty shorts. That damn pajama bottoms just highlights his ass! I wanted to just bend him over right there. Seojoon be damned! How long before he asks about it?! Come on!” Yoongi sighs, “how long before I can differentiate my kids?!”
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“Where are you?” Taehyung looks up at the gigantic office building, “I am here.” Jungkook lets out a curse, “I am running late. Can you come upstairs? You can wait here.” “How long, Jungkook? Sarangie fell asleep and will make a fuss if she wakes up before I am home.”
“Just a few more minutes, pearl,” Jungkook sounds tired, “we can leave after I am done with this last file.” Taehyung hums, getting out of the car, “yeah, okay.” He nods at the stuff, all of them bowing as he passes. The lift closes slowly, taking him right up to the top floor.
Taehyung walks inside the office to see Jungkook by the desk. He is reading something on his computer while looking down at the file in his hand. “Just sit, pearl,” Jungkook whispers, clearly too occupied with the work, “I just need ten minutes.” Taehyung sits, waits...
It's almost thirty minutes. Jungkook looks at the clock and his eyes find the omega who is now walking around the office. Jungkook goes back to the last page of the file. He sums up the amount and checks if the materials are delivered-
He freezes when Taehyung comes over to plop down on his lap. “How long before we can leave?” Taehyung pouts, “I am tired, alpha.” This is new to Jungkook. This pouty, whiny side of Taehyung that he shows nowadays. As if finally, he trusts Jungkook enough to be himself.
As if finally, he thinks Jungkook won't judge him for being himself. Jungkook watches the omega in his lap, his eyes trail over that face. Those large eyes are set on the computer screen, frowning at the numbers. Something swells inside his heart. He was about to lose this.
Jungkook watches Taehyung and thinks how many times they came so close to losing each other. His arm wraps around Taehyung's waist, as if on instinct. “Give me ten more minutes, baby,” Jungkook presses his lips against Taehyung's nape, “then we can go.” Taehyung hums, “okay.”
Taehyung leans back against him, “I was thinking,” his voice trails off. Jungkook hums, finally signing the paper and leaving a note for his secretary to deliver it to Yoongi to sign, “what was my baby thinking?” Taehyung smiles, “of a vacation. For a few days.”
“A vacation?” Jungkook leans back in his chair, letting the device close, “where?” Taehyung shrugs, “anywhere. We can all go. I think three days are fine, no?” Jungkook hums, “three days. Yeah, that's fine. Who do you mean by 'we,' here?”
Taehyung keeps his eyes on the computer, even after it closes, “just you and me.” Jungkook pauses for a second, watches Taehyung sit so still on his lap, “what about Sarangie?” “Her doctor said, she can stay away from us for three days and that's okay,” Taehyung whispers, “or-”
“Is this your way of asking me to plan our honeymoon, pearl?” Jungkook murmurs, “is that it?” Taehyung looks down at his hands, shrugs, “well, I don't know. I just... I just wanted to talk about this. This,” he waves his hand, “everything, you know?” Jungkook hums, “like?”
Taehyung shrugs, “you want to do this here?” Jungkook chuckles, “we can do this at home. I am done.” Taehyung gets up, fixes his shirt, “come on.” Jungkook follows Taehyung out of the office.
--------- They settle down on the couch of their house, two cups of brewing tea in their hands. “I talked to Namjoonie hyung, Jin hyung and Hobi hyung,” Taehyung takes a sip of his tea, “they are more than glad to take care of Sarangie for three or so days. We can do that.”
“We don't have to go out of the country,” Taehyung shrugs, “we can just go anywhere here. I just want a little time out of this hectic schedule.” Jungkook nods, “that, we can do. That way, if Sarangie needs us, we will be only a few hours away by car.” Taehyung hums, “exactly.”
Jungkook takes Taehyung's hand in his, “can we talk about other things too?” Taehyung frowns, “what is that?” Jungkook looks down at the wedding ring on Taehyung's finger, flickers it with his thumb, “can you... like...” he shrugs, “move into the master bedroom?”
“You want me to?” Taehyung whispers, feels his heart racing while he looks at the alpha. Jungkook's eyes flicker up his face, “no,” Jungkook deadpans, “no. I love bidding you good night by your door and then going to my bed and twist and turn the night away. Amazing, really!”
Taehyung stares, “you don't need to sass me for that!” “That was your idea!” Jungkook throws his hands up, “you think I enjoy being like this? Like, my husband staying in his room, and I am having mine when we can clearly share, and we should, and he won't just do it or ask?!”
“You could have asked?” Taehyung arches a brow, “you could have asked me any time?! I kept thinking you might and you never do? I kept hinting?!” “Hinting?” Jungkook stares, “dude, I will never take your hints because they always backfire! You have to verbally tell me!”
“Call me dude again, and you will never be anywhere near my dick!” Taehyung points a finger at him, “also, yeah, what do you think I meant when I wore those really short shorts?! What do you think I was doing in those thongs?! Damn, you are so dense!” Jungkook stares, “really?!”
Taehyung throws a cushion at Jungkook's face, “we will have to work on my communication skills and your understanding skills here, Jungkook! You have to know how to take a hint! I am not going to be verbal all the time! This is embarrassing as it gets!”
“Okay, cut the embarrassment,” Jungkook waves his hands, “we saw each other's dicks. I saw you birth my daughter. We are way past the stage of embarrassment! Tell me what else you want to talk about. Let's be frank!” “I said everything?!” Taehyung sneers, “you come off now!”
Jungkook calms down a little, hums to himself, “what are your plans on the mating? Future?” Taehyung looks down at his hands on his lap, “I was thinking about that too. I want to get mated before we move forward. I mean, I want to do it during the trip. If that's okay?”
Taehyung sips his tea, “I don't want to have more babies before we are mated.” “More babies?” Jungkook asks, a little dazed. Taehyung snorts, “what? You don't want more babies?” he looks down at the cup of tea, “I want two more. If possible. We can wait, surely.”
Jungkook takes Taehyung's hand in his, “are you sure? This soon?” “If you want to wait, we can,” Taehyung smiles, “you know that. Right?” Jungkook hums, “Sarangie should have a few siblings and not have too much of an age distance. Makes sense.” Taehyung nods, “thought so.”
“How about we mate during the honeymoon,” Jungkook pulls out his phone, going through the notes there, “then we can try for the babies during your heat or my rut?” Taehyung squirms closer, “that makes perfect sense. Let's mate first. I want to be in my senses for that.”
“When are we going?” Jungkook asks. Taehyung pulls out his phone, “I am free around the last week of this month. You said you are free that time too. We can go then.” Jungkook nods, “for now,” he pulls Taehyung closer, “want to go to bed together?”
Taehyung smiles into the kiss Jungkook pulls him into. His arms wrap around Jungkook's neck while he straddles the alpha. The kisses they share are soft, intimate. Both of them getting used to his slow and tender affection they probably never experienced before.
Jungkook gets up from the couch, smiles when Taehyung squeaks. The omega's arms wrap around his neck, legs doing the same around his waist. Jungkook blindly carry Taehyung up the stairs while Taehyung kisses him breathless. He walks inside the bedroom, closing the door.
Dropping Taehyung on the bed, Jungkook climbs up on him. Taehyung watches his alpha, his heart fluttering in his chest when Jungkook comes to hover over him. Taehyung closes his eyes when Jungkook leans down to trail kisses down his face to his throat to his chest...
He holds the alpha closer, feels Jungkook open the button of his pajama top and kiss the exposed skin. Jungkook looks up at him when he reaches the waist band of Taehyung's shorts. Taehyung nods silently, watches the alpha tug it down and off of him.
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Taehyung holds his breath as Jungkook watches him. He lies there, watches how Jungkook slowly discards his own clothes. Taehyung can feel his heart racing in his chest while Jungkook preps him. Those long fingers slowly move into him with the alpha's whispered words in his ears.
The omega is wet. His scent heavy in the air of the bedroom. Jungkook takes his time, watches Taehyung with fascination. His eyes trail over the omega's face while he fingers Taehyung open until Taehyung's orgasm hits. Jungkook wears the condom, face buried in Taehyung's neck...
Taehyung holds Jungkook to him. His lips pressed against Jungkook's shoulder, nails digging into the alpha's bare back. “Are you sure?” Jungkook asks, “pearl?” Taehyung nods, “yes,” he whispers, “please, alpha.” That's all it takes for Jungkook to slowly penetrate him...
The glide is slow. Jungkook is careful. Way more careful than Taehyung would like him to be. But he lets Jungkook settle the pace, as this is the first time they are doing it. Jungkook whispers in Taehyung's ears how pretty he is, how he makes the alpha feel. Taehyung whines...
Thier kisses are slow, smiles are soft while Jungkook moves inside Taehyung. Taehyung finds his orgasm building, his eyes fixed on the alpha's face. Jungkook nuzzles his neck, leaves promising kisses there that Taehyung understands. He will have the mating mark there. Some day.
The thought is enough to push him over another orgasm. Jungkook comes too, after a few more thrusts. He pulls out to throw the condom into the bin. Taehyung lets the alpha clean him up and then pull him closer to his chest as they lie down. Side by side on the bed.
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“I didn't know you can be that gentle,” Taehyung laughs when Jungkook arches a brow, “you know what I mean.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, pulls Taehyung closer to his chest, “I was being considerate. We haven't done it since Sarangie was born. It was your second time having sex.”
“Also,” Jungkook's hand holds Taehyung's in his, “you will know how rough I can get on our honeymoon, pearl,” he kisses Taehyung's fingertips, “don't think I will let you go so easily.” Taehyung shivers, watches the alpha watching him, “is that a challenge, alpha?”
Jungkook holds Taehyung closer, hand spreading over the arch of Taehyung's ass, “no, love,” he kisses Taehyung's temple, “it's a promise.” Taehyung draws patterns on Jungkook's chest, “I will hold you to that.” Jungkook laughs, “oh, you should.”
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“So, you promise it's not a trouble?” Taehyung asks Jin while he hands over Sarang's bags, “you can still back out, you know?” Jin hands the bags over to Hoseok, rolls his eyes, “I know I can back out and no, I don't want to.”
Namjoon comes down the stairs, smiling at Sarang when she makes grabby hands at him. He takes her from Jin and kisses her on the temple. “When are you two coming back?” he asks, lets Sarang take his glasses. “In three days,” Jungkook waves, “call us if you need, yeah?”
“We will,” Jin waves them, watches them get in their car with a small smile on his lips. “I feel like a proud hyung right now,” he turns to face Hoseok, “god, I can't believe they are finally on their way to honeymoon.” Namjoon nods too, “they got here. Finally.”
------ Taehyung watches the resort. His eyes roam over the white walls that hide behind the green ivy. He smiles when he sees the white roses in the garden. Jungkook leads him inside the resort, an arm around his waist, “do you like it?” Taehyung nods, “it's beautiful.”
Jungkook hums, “all for us for three days.” Taehyung nods to himself, following the alpha to the first floor, where the master bedroom is. Jungkook opens the door for him, and Taehyung walks inside to see the king-size bed and the decorations. He goes over to the balcony.
He can see the sea from where he stands. Taehyung lets out a deep breath, leaning against the railing to watch out at the vast ocean. “This is beautiful,” he whispers, “god, the quiet. I love it.” Jungkook comes to stand behind him, “they have a golf court.”
Taehyung looks over his shoulder, “oh?” Jungkook nods, kisses Taehyung on his shoulder, “I had to book this place after hearing that. Do you want to play?” Taehyung arches a brow, “is this your way of finally getting the match we didn't when we first met?”
Jungkook smirks, “yes, but,” his arms tighten around Taehyung's waist, “what I didn't tell you there, I will today. The rule is, if you lose,” he leans in to take Taehyung's earlobe into his mouth, sucks on it, “which you will, then you have to let me fuck you there.”
Taehyung whines, “and, if I win?” Jungkook shrugs, “whatever you want, pearl. Tell me and it's yours.” Taehyung looks at his alpha, a mischievous smile on his lips, “we will go skinny-dipping.” Jungkook chokes, “damn! For that, I can voluntarily lose!” Taehyung laughs.
Taehyung turns back to watch the ocean, the cool breeze wafting around them. “When we first met,” Taehyung murmurs, “were you thinking of fucking me?” Jungkook breathes out a snort, “just a little. A thought back in my mind.” “What was in the front of your mind?”
“That,” Jungkook holds Taehyung tight, “what I won't give to have you to myself. For the rest of my life.” Taehyung goes still, his chest contorting, “don't lie.” “I am not,” Jungkook sighs, “you had me, Taehyung. Since the first glance. You had me. For the rest of my life.”
“I thought you were gorgeous,” Taehyung whispers, “annoyingly so.” Jungkook stops, “what?” Taehyung nods, smiles while recalling their first meeting, “a flirt. I hated you the moment you opened your mouth, but you had that effect on me. Normally, I won't even bother feeling.”
“With alphas, it was always indifference,” Taehyung chuckles, “you got that reaction out of me. Breaking my resolve of never caring. You were the first alpha I cared to be annoyed with. I mostly would just shrug them off. You know?”
“I couldn't sleep that night,” Jungkook presses warm kisses down the side of Taehyung's neck, “I kept thinking of you.” “Me too,” Taehyung tilts his head sideways, “kept thinking how obnoxious you were and why it affected me so much.”
“I could have easily swayed my dad, you know?” Jungkook turns Taehyung in his arms, working on his belt, “if I wanted. They would agree to let me marry Daejung, it was almost decided unofficially anyway. They knew I might oppose to you, as I didn't know you.”
Taehyung lets Jungkook shove the pant down his legs, “so basically you were a spoilt, rich alpha. I thought right.” Jungkook turns Taehyung to face the balcony again, loosening his own pant, “yeah, well, I wanted you. I had to have you. Once, forever. I had to take the risk.”
Taehyung bows his head, feels Jungkook prepare himself to slowly push into him, “I hope,” he chokes when Jungkook bottoms out, “it was worth it.” Jungkook hums, lips pressing against Taehyung's ear, “it was. You have no idea, pearl. It was.”
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“Can you like not look around, no one is here,” Taehyung laughs, swimming in the sea, naked, “no one is looking at me.” Jungkook swims up to him, bobs over the water level, “well, I am just making sure.” Taehyung swims up to Jungkook, “stop making sure!”
He ropes his arms around Jungkook's neck, kissing the alpha on his lips, “it's just you and me.” Jungkook hums into the kiss, pulling Taehyung closer to himself, “good.” Taehyung feels the alpha's hands spread over his lower back, he swats Jungkook on his chest, “not again!”
“You lost!” Taehyung swims away from him, giggling when Jungkook follows right behind. “Oh, I did willingly!” Jungkook grabs Taehyung's ankle, pulling him back, “come here!” Taehyung turns his face away, “accept that you lost, and we will do it.”
Jungkook kisses Taehyung's cheek, “I lost. To you, I will always lose.” Taehyung's heart flutters in his chest, he smiles while he looks back at the alpha, “yeah?” Jungkook nods, “yeah.” Taehyung pulls Jungkook down for a kiss, “good. I like that.”
Behind them, the sun slowly sets. Jungkook looks over at the orange hue that spreads over the water and the sky. He holds Taehyung to himself. Taehyung leans against his chest, head resting eon his shoulder.
“I love you,” Taehyung murmurs, smiles when Jungkook goes still behind him, “I know I don't say it as much as you would like to, but I do. I am learning to say it more often. I will-”
“Don't have to say it often,” Jungkook shrugs, “say it like this. Once in a while. But you make me feel it. Now I know to look for your actions. I know you love me. I am learning that too.”
Taehyung's throat bobs, his eyes pooling with satisfied tears, “I can see myself like this,” he smiles, “learning about you, each other. For the rest of our lives. We got nowhere else to go. Yeah?” “Yeah,” Jungkook hums, “we got nowhere else to go.”
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“The mark is pretty!” Jimin traces the mark, wonder clear in his eyes, “did it hurt?” Taehyung shrugs, holds Yeona in his arms, Jimin's daughter has his eyes, looks exactly like him when she smiles, “yes. It's a mating mark, Mimi. Of course, it hurt. You know how it feels.”
Jimin pouts, “we did it when I was in heat, I frankly don't remember what hurt the most. The mark or his knot.” Taehyung glares at Jimin, “at least not in front of your own daughter!” Jimin stares, “she is just a month old!” Taehyung sighs, “still. Behave.”
“So?” Jimin wiggles his brows, squirms closer to lean on Taehyung's shoulder, “how did it happen?” Taehyung feels his cheeks flaming red, he fusses with Yeona's dress, “how it happens. Can you not?” Jimin curses, “I need details. Come on! Tell me in details how you two did it!”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, “we had sex and did it. That's all.” Jimin pinches him, “come on! A little more!” Taehyung looks over at where Jungkook is, his eyes wander with Jungkook while the alpha helps Jin in the kitchen. “I was riding him,” he waves, “it was almost dawn.”
“After he came, we mated, and then I fell asleep on top of him,” Taehyung recalls the moments in the resort, “that's all.” Jimin smiles, “wah, how does it feel? To be mated?” Taehyung looks at Jungkook again, “weird?” Jimin frowns, “weird?” Taehyung chuckles, “yeah?”
He touches the mark, a habit he is growing since it happened. “It's weird that the thought of it used to repulse me and now,” Taehyung shrugs, “it's kind of,” he makes a face, “I don't know how to describe but, to think he is my mate, and we are connected. It's weird.”
“In this entire world, among these seven billion people, I have someone solely mine,” Taehyung murmurs, a small smile on his lips, “who I trust enough to protect my trust and who proved time and time again that he will always protect my trust. That's a weird feeling.”
“How do you get used to someone just being yours like that?” Taehyung looks at Jimin, “how do you ever not feel this giddy type of excitement and swooping feeling in your guts when you look at him and know he is yours? It's surreal. To think. He carries my mark. I carry his.”
“If someone asks who's your mate, we point at each other and know we trusted each other enough to let it happen. It feels surreal, chim.” Jimin gives him a soft smile, “you are so in love with him.” Taehyung laughs, shrugs, “the old Tae would cringe right about now.”
Jimin laughs too, “and this Tae?” Taehyung looks over at Jungkook, and this time the alpha is looking right back at him. His eyes full of something Taehyung still can't dive too deep into. Something so overwhelming. Jungkook smiles. Taehyung smiles back. “This Taehyung agrees.”
Taehyung holds Jungkook's gaze, “he won't restrict his own heart and mind from accepting it anymore. He loves that man. His alpha. The father of his child. He loves Jungkook.”
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“You are staring,” Jin elbows Jungkook, “you realize it, right?” Jungkook makes a face, takes the plates to round the counter, “yeah, yeah. I am staring at my omega. Your point?” Jin chuckles, “you are staring at him since the start. It feels good to see him staring back, too.”
Jungkook places the foods on the dining table, looks at Jin, “this will work, right?” Jin stops, “what?” Jungkook shrugs, “this. Us. We will work, right? Grow old together? Look at each other just the same as long as we live?” his face contorts, “he will stay, right?”
A slow smile grows on Jin's lips, “yes,” he nods, assures, “he will stay. You both will. I have seen you two get together, fall apart, tear each other apart and heal each other too. I have seen you grow, and I know age won't fade this. Time won't be able to fade this. I know.”
“He will stay,” Namjoon comes up with more plates, “because he did. I would not believe my brother would let an alpha touch him. Forget mate him. He let you. He is not going anywhere. Just,” he squeezes Jungkook's shoulder, “don't let go. You. Yeah?”
Jungkook snorts, “I can't. I physically can't imagine letting him go,” he looks over to see Taehyung giggling to something Hoseok and Jimin said, “I can't imagine my life without him.” “Tell him that every day,” Yoongi chuckles from where he carries the last bowl out.
Yoongi looks over at where Jimin is, smiles, “saying it might not solve everything, but it makes bearing everything else easier. Never forget to tell him and show him you love him. That's all it takes, to be honest.” They wave the omegas over to the table.
Taehyung sits beside Jungkook and Jungkook takes his hand in his, kissing the knuckles, “hi.” Taehyung blushes, smiles back, “hello.” Jungkook watches the mark, something surging in his chest, “I love you.” Taehyung breathes out a soft laugh, “you better do.”
He leans in, grasps Jungkook's hand and places it over his stomach, “because I won't bear your pup otherwise.” Jungkook chokes on his words, eyes widening, “wait, what?!” Taehyung's eyes are shining, he nods, “yeah.” Jungkook stares, “are you kidding?!” Taehyung sighs, “no.”
“Why didn't you tell me before?!” Jungkook whisper-shouts, “damn, Tae! I-” he looks around helplessly, “shit, I don't know what to do!” Taehyung laughs, pulls Jungkook to him, “you can kiss me? You can do that.” Jungkook does that easily. Kisses Taehyung breathless.
“Damn, they are going to be this gross all the time from now on, no?” Hoseok makes a face, a teasing smile breaking on his face next. Namjoon snorts, “yeah, it never gets less weird to see your brother almost tongue deep in someone's mouth.” They all laugh together.
Taehyung and Jungkook ignore them. They look at each other, foreheads resting together. Jungkook laces their fingers together, holding Taehyung's hand tightly in his. “Should we tell them?” he whispers. Taehyung smiles, pulls Jungkook in for a kiss, “let's do it.”
Between the chaos of everyone congratulating them, bickering how protections don't work and if they used it, Taehyung looks down at his stomach. Still flat. He places his hand over it. Smiles.
“Welcome home, baby,” he sighs, “or, babies. I will try to be the best papa you deserve, because,” he looks at Jungkook who is laughing with the others, “you already have the best dada for sure.” Jungkook smiles at him. Taehyung smiles back. Their hands held between them.
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