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Kim Mansion probably never looked better than now, despite having multiple professional designers attending to maintain the opulent space. This gigantic building was made to show status, money and power; all superficial but equally crucial in an era of wealth.
Structures like these were not easy to build, however it was no doubt that the glorified walls always lacked something more significant; an essence of home and family.
Situations were worse when everything was made of immoral values and empty hearts, especially if it was governed by someone who could care less for a ‘home’.
However it only needed one hearty soul to fill that empty space, them being capable of doing more than one could imagine. A single person’s presence could do wonders and even make dull places worth living in.
That was the case with Kim Mansion, the gigantic pillars and walls now decorated with new artifacts and some artificial plants. A few furniture pieces were exchanged for fresh complementary pieces, perfectly matching the vibe.
The whole living room floor was filled with vivid colored balloons scattered around, forming an illusion of a massive bubbly cloud. Tables had new vases holding versatile real flowers, adding onto the freshness in the air.
Multiple dishes were piled up onto the dining table, the various mouth watering food times wafting hunger inducing fragrance.
The whole place seemed ready to hold a party or a celebration, which exactly was the case here. And it was all possible because of one person - Jungkook.
He’d been working for the last two days to decorate the house, buying everything and thinking of more that would need to be changed in the upcoming months, while waiting for his alpha who was currently on a small business trip.
It was impossible to explain how longingly he waited for him these days, finding it torturous to hold the ground-breaking news he hid.
His giddiness had no bounds and that showed in the enthusiastic way he prepared everything to perfection, planning to surprise his one and only one. And he couldn’t wait to surprise him, to see his reaction. Would he be enormously happy or would it turn a little worrying?
Anything was possible considering they didn’t exclusively plan for it. Usually they always took precautions, taking appropriate measures everytime, except that one time when both of them got too excited and probably forgot everything.
It was a few days before his alpha was due for a trip. So the timing mentioned in the hospital results were perfectly aligned.
Personally he was the happiest he’d ever been, despite him not expecting something like this. It didn’t matter, he was more than willing to raise a child, uncaring of anything else and he was sure that his partner would be on the same page considering how much he loved Jungkook. There wasn’t any doubt.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud bang of the entrance door on the ground floor, the noise startling him and he had to come barreling down the stairs with a beating heart. No one other than his alpha had the passcode to come inside, so the tension was evident.
However, all of his worries died down once he spotted the familiar figure walking inside the guest hall, his steps uneven and seemingly having no sense of direction.
It was Kim Taehyung. His alpha.
There he was, standing in his full glory, dressed in one of the very high end pieces of clothes. His midnight black velvet coat matched his inky black curly hair, which beautifully framed half of his sculpted face. The entire look complimented it with dark pants and shirt, except how disheveled everything appeared from first glance.
If one would focus more, they could see the messy hair, wrinkled shirt, poorly worn coat that slightly hung off his shoulders, as if it was draped in a hurry. Everything was no so him, and very suspicious if thought much.
But Jungkook wasn’t focused on that, his mind worried more about Taehyung’s hazy state, whose legs were stuttering around the table to possibly land somewhat stable. He immediately ran to him and grabbed one arm to give some support, so they could at least reach the couch safely before he accidentally fell onto the floor.
Though one thing made him abruptly leave his arm and pull back with an exceptionally wide eyed face. The lack of a helping hand caused him to fall on the couch cushions with a yelp, a loud groan leaving his gritted teeth.
“Taehyung…what is this smell?” Jungkook slowly asks, scrunching his nose again because it really is stinky and a bit metallic.
Metallic.
It was definitely blood.
The realization makes him gasp in worry and he extends a hand to place it over his chest, heart beating to come out of his own chest because he can definitely feel some wetness on his shirt, that is soaking deep in it.
His hands shake as he pulls back to look at it, breath coming to a stop when he finds his palm covered in dark red liquid, glaring back menacingly at him. A tear itself makes space and rolls down his cheek, the new ones already forming to follow.
He really can’t think of anything except that Taehyung is hurt, he is probably deeply wounded. Someone must’ve attacked him or maybe he encountered an accident or — The ominous thoughts come to an abrupt halt; he really doesn’t have any time to waste.
Taehyung is sprawled there, uncaring of everything else, a hand behind his head that gives a hint that he’s fine, he’s not hurting anywhere, but Jungkook is worried and has to check.
He carefully makes him sit up and drags the jacket off, gently working on his buttons right after. With each spot undone, his breathing goes faster, afraid to see what his shirt might be hiding. But to his immense surprise, his skin appears clean as it is being revealed, his upper body left bare after a minute.
Jungkook has his brows scrunched, breathing coming back to normal because at least Taehyung is not hurt, he is safe and that is relieving but–
Whose blood is it?
The question makes him jittery and he carefully shakes a half-lidded Taehyung, who’s probably close to falling asleep. Turns out the soft touches don’t work and he has to jolt him hard by the shoulders, bending his knees to look at his face.
“Taehyung! Come on.”
“Hear me and don’t fall asleep.”
He groans and splashes some water on his face, from the glass that was kept on the tea table. The coldness instantly seeps to wake him up from the haze and he looks ahead, mind still reeling on high.
“Listen to me Kim Taehyung, what is this?” Jungkook lifts up the shirt to his eye level, a hand on his hip, clearly demanding an explanation. His mood from before is completely ruined, not that he can tell him in this state but still, it is ruined for him.
Taehyung observes it for a few seconds before pacing his eyes over Jungkook’s face, a bashful smile tugging at his lips. He ignores the question and tugs the other by waist, hands steady enough to pull him onto his lap.
Jungkook goes with a yelp, momentarily losing balance and perches atop his thighs with his legs bent on the sides. His hands come to hold Taehyung’s shoulder for support and his eyes go wide, yet again.
“Omega.” The alpha hazily slurs, suddenly looking very happy to have him close. His arms go to wrap around his sweater clad waist and he pulls him closer, immediately burying his nose in the juncture of his neck.
It smells sweet, always addicting and Jungkook is not surprised that Taehyung’s first reaction after meeting him is this, even after being drunk as hell.
He has lots of questions to ask him, about the blood, about being drunk and specially about his disheveled state. Taehyung had been drunk multiple times before coming home, but it was never this bad and so suspicious in every aspect.
But he lets both of them relax and bask in each other’s arms before asking everything. He knows that he needed this, his alpha’s touch so badly and it’s evident in the way he forgoes the doubts and perches his chin over his shoulder, lids snapping shut on their own accord.
He hears Taehyung breathing in slowly but heavily, taking in lungfuls of scent several times in pure ecstasy and comfort. It won’t be a surprise if he falls into the dreamland like this, basking in the most familiar scent and having his omega close.
They stay in the same position for several minutes that are quickly passing by, the ticking time never enough for them to absorb each other’s warmth. Jungkook feels a small kiss being placed on his scent gland, the touch blooming vivid flowers inside his parched heart.
He has been deprived of this for days, more so after reflecting on his new condition. He can’t lie and say that he doesn’t want to be here, bundled up in his alpha’s arms and forget everything. But that wouldn’t work, he can’t do that.
Taehyung slowly pulls back after some agonizing moments and attempts to face Jungkook, who just turns away so fast that it gives him a whiplash.
His breath is laden with alcohol, the unpleasant heavy smell is definitely not bearable for him at this point, but Taehyung isn’t in a condition to comprehend much. So he forces their eyes to the same level, the latter trying hard to keep his inhales to minimum and not accidentally puke due to it.
“Mine.” He rasps and attaches their mouths in an uncoordinated kiss, uncaring of the way Jungkook is struggling. Though he manages to find a good way to indulge him, keeping their movements unhurried to be able to stay attached.
Despite everything, Jungkook loves it, and finds home in the familiar pair of silky lips against his. His inner omega soaks up all the affection like a sponge, not even letting a drop go to waste and fills it fully until there’s no place to absorb more.
The low smacking sounds echo around the room, filling the air in, but unfortunately they have to pull back after a while.
Jungkook goes to bury his nose to the alpha’s neck this time, craving for some comfort and abruptly draws back, yet again, just when his nose tip touches the tan skin. For a second he thinks he’s hallucinating. There’s no way it would be real.
There’s no way he just sensed another omega’s scent clinging to him.
This can’t be.
Laden with immense confusion, he again leans ahead to sniff his neck, thoroughly taking it in. The smell is faint, not so prominent, but it’s there, very evidently so.
And it is heightened, a lusty tinge mixed in it.
The sweetness was of arousal, some desperation hidden in the notes and Jungkook couldn't believe this.
There’s just no freaking way.
“Taehyung you—” He whispers in shock and stands up at lightning speed, giving an accusatory look to the latter.
Taehyung sits there, furrowing his brows in confusion. He doesn’t want to be away from the familiar looking omega; his mind somehow connects him as a person he definitely recognizes and he doesn’t need another reason to trap him beside his hazy drunk self.
“Who was with you?” Jungkook snarls, not ready to take any stupid answer. Whatever he was forgetting came back in full force, and he was now a walking attorney, ready to question everything he could think of.
“I d—on’t know.” Taehyung slurs, scratching the back of his head. He honestly doesn’t remember anything clearly.
The omega takes his chin between his fingers, prompting to make eye contact, while his own eyes burn with hellish fire, capable of burning everything that will come in his way.
“You were with some omega? Where are you coming from?” He jolts him with force, attempting to get something out from the drunken mind.
He doesn't get an answer but a yawn in return, indicating how tired he actually is. It would be the hardest task to handle a dazed alpha, that isn't probably able to concentrate on any of the words. But things look too serious for him to delay presenting the questions.
“Taehyung!” He finally shouts after losing almost every bit of patience, the loud voice booming across the walls to alert anyone passing by the front door.
It does the work though, and manages to catch Taehyung’s attention, who's now sitting there with deeply furrowed brows, definitely not very delighted for being yelled at.
Jungkook notices the slightly unfocused orbs on him and takes a deep breath before asking the same damn question once again. “Where were you before coming home?”
This time his voice is leveled, mainly to not get too angry and potentially harm his own fragile body. He's in no state to be screaming and shouting at Taehyung, and tick him off for no reason. Drinking this much for work is never a good sign, and no one can possibly take responsibility for how he'll react when angered in this state.
People are crazy when drunk.
Even like this, Taehyung raises a brow in his signature style, reflecting mild apprehension and appearing more intimidating than before.
It's in his nature to be careful of everyone, in any given state, irrespective of the circumstances. He can't be loose-mouthed in front of strangers, that much is mastered but the person in front of him is someone he recognizes and knows too well to deem it safe to talk.
The only struggle is that he can't figure out what he should say and filter out things to not cause the chaos that's darkly looming over his head, ready to take everything from him. He can't for the life of him read the scenario.
Only thing he recognizes is that- the man in front of him is his, he smells like home and Taehyung needs to hold him as soon as possible, and give rest to his tired self.
He'll answer whatever the hell is being asked, just so he can be free from the sudden unwanted questionnaire.
“Club.” The way it is answered sounds very disinterested, but at least he's willing to respond.
Jungkook gulps, “Why were you there?”
“Had to do… something.” He waves a nonchalant hand, taking it casually. The questions will definitely start to annoy him more by the minute.
His brows furrow confusedly, “You were on a business trip… why did you have to go to a club after landing back?” There's no point for him to go there and nothing explains it.
“Told you I had work.”
“But you never have work in freaking clubs Taehyung!” His voice goes up by a small bar, unable to control it. He knows there wouldn't be any explanation to it, except if his alpha went to have fun with unknown or probably known omega.
Amidst his inner turmoil, Taehyung almost rolls his eyes, bored and tired with everything. He really isn't in the mood for all of this.
Finally Jungkook takes a long deep breath, pacing himself for the next set of questions. This isn't going to be smooth, nor easy, for both of them. And while one is exhausted due to a different reason, Jungkook is about to burst into a pool of tears.
“In the club…. were you with someone?”
“Huh?” Taehyung doesn't register it immediately, finding it really hard to comprehend. He doesn't remember much, nor is willing to think about it.
“Who was with you?” The omega stresses hoping to hear something else. “What were you doing there?”
Unfortunately Taehyung only catches the first question, recalling some parts and bits. He can answer who he was with. “I was… that girl…”
These four incoherent words begin to shatter him slowly, indicating of the impending loom that is hovering above his head. This is not going to end well for both of them. Something unforgivable happened tonight and this was going to totally flip their lives; that much Jungkook knew.
Despite there being a big lump in his throat, Jungkook croaks out, feeling his heart press harder under the stone like weight. “You were with some omega.”
That wasn't a question, there were no doubts, but just a known phrase, something which was gutting him from inside.
Taehyung's brows furrow, registering the words and he nods, leaning on his hands behind for support. He doesn't realize how wrong all of it sounds because for him it's the truth, even if he meant it in a completely different way.
“Hmn….yes.” He rakes his fingers between the greasy locks and just slurs while speaking, unable to speak coherently. “That–was easy… fun…” A sinister smile takes over his lips, not a bit of remorse showing.
He fails to see how Jungkook breaks down in front of him, wilting like a flower, losing all of colors and suddenly being devoid of everything that made him stand there.
In a pathetic, small voice he dares to ask, now nothing hiding the hurt he feels. “What were you doing with her?”
“Teaching a lesson.”
Jungkook just hears the ‘teaching’ before Taehyung is all over him, leaving his cozy seat on the couch due to frustration. The alpha thoroughly got fed up with all the unnecessary questions, and he didn't wish to answer more when his head was starting to pound slowly.
“Let's sleep.” He says and loosely hugs him for one minute before Jungkook starts struggling again.
“No you'll answer me first Kim Taehyung.” He rigidly pushes against his chest, making him look at his face. Jungkook’s eyes are hard, fire burning in his chest, the more he inhales the disgusting scent coming off Taehyung, the more he feels anger rising. “How did you get blood on your shirt? Whose it is?”
The latter shrugs as if it’s not a big deal. “My target…who else?”
“What target?” Jungkook knows this is going to end more badly than he thought. Taehyung did something terrible and it won't be anything he can easily digest. “Did you fight with someone? Injure them?”
Taehyung’s eyes harden this time, blackness seeping in faster than he can blink. A sudden rush of fury ignites his features, seemingly reminding him of what happened. “Killed them…that annoying bitc— was coming in my way!”
“You killed— why would you…” Jungkook's eyes go wide as saucers, unbelieving of whatever is being said to him. His mind comes to a buzzing halt, thinking of everything and nothing at the same time.
If Taehyung actually killed someone, then he'll be arrested for sure and he doesn't know how to save him from that. Fear begins to grope his insides tightly until he doesn't know how to function anymore.
His legs begin to shake and Jungkook tries to hold Taehyung from the sides for support, his hand brushing over his pant's pocket. A hard object collides with his skin and he blinks in confusion, finding it odd. He wonders what it could be.
To check he slides a hand down Taehyung’s pocket, the latter uncaring of whatever Jungkook’s doing, and drags out a short, sleek silver gun. The handle has a hauntingly beautiful snake carved into it, edges glinting under the lights and specks of blood on it.
The omega recognizes it immediately. It isn't hard to, knowing how it relates to Taehyung’s shady past. Just the thoughts bring shivers down Jungkook’s spine, mind going haywire with several queries.
“This gun– you still have this…why?”
The response doesn't come. Unfortunately, Taehyung is rather focused on getting him back in his arms, and burying his nose in the pleasantly smelling neck. Jungkook hands get trapped between their chests, gun tightly held in one to not drop it, while he weakly tries to push the bigger man away.
It's not easy since Taehyung is now using more force, seemingly nearing the end of his reduced patience. He just wants to have a good rest and nothing else.
Jungkook is trapped between his feelings and anger for Taehyung. On one hand he's disgusted with whatever his alpha has done today, with whatever chick he's been enjoying with and on another, he's powerless against the strong arms and the embrace which is so familiar to him.
With a heavier heart, he squeezes out the words. “Tell me tae… what did you use it for?”
Momentarily settled, Taehyung answers him quietly, his eyes closed and forehead on his shoulder. “Of course to be safe and because it's a requirement, why else? I carry it everyday.”
There could be only one reason for him to keep this armor with himself, especially if he kept it hidden from Jungkook all this time, lying to hide a dark secret.
“Did you never leave the mafia?” He shakily whispers, praying for it to be a bitter lie and just a speck of his worst imagination. “Are you still a part of it?”
A soft squeeze makes way to his side before the dreadful answer echoes right in his ears, despite the latter whispering it on the shell.
“Why would I leave it sweetheart?”
It sounds unbothered, like an obvious fact that Jungkook should've known. Something too casual, not to be taken too seriously, as if it doesn't affect anything, is just a small walk by the seashore.
Except, it changes everything.
The question seems to be taunting, a glaring truth declaring him as a fool for thinking that Taehyung changed, when in reality it was a facade, and he was shoved inside a menacing maze to fend for himself.
Taehyung’s peace comes to an end when Jungkook pushes him hard, straight back to the couch and sports a look of betrayal. It looks hurtful, but he doesn't know what to do.
“Taehyung…you lied to me. All this time you kept deceiving me and like a fool I believed you! Every single time.” He knows he's shouting by now, but when your heart is shattered, there's no point being the sane one. “You just destroyed everything!”
He goes and hits Taehyung in the chest, trying to relieve his frustrations but forgetting the man is drunk is not a good choice. The blow ignites the rage inside the alpha, messing up with a few awake senses.
“Stop it.” Taehyung says, standing up and glares at him, orbs hardening as soon as the anger rises to a harmful level.
“Why did you lie to me? all this time…” An impending tear escapes the waterline, landing directly onto the floor. He can't believe that he has to ask Taehyung about this.
Though it only makes him more irritated because Taehyung can't handle a weeping omega right now. “I can't do this.” He goes to turn around but is pulled back by Jungkook.
“What was the reason Taehyung? Why did you—”
“Because I'm only good at hurting people!”
His booming voice echoes around the walls, making Jungkook flinch from the force of it. He has lost all of his patience and doesn't wish to talk anymore, no matter what.
“I only know how to harm everyone. Did you get your answer!” Taehyung shouts and scoffs, plopping down on the couch again.
This time he easily lies down, fitting his body between the wide space and pulls a pillow under his head for support, totally uncaring of whatever Jungkook must be doing.
Undoubtedly, it must’ve taken him less than five minutes to fall asleep, mainly when he was close to drifting for a while. The figure peacefully laid there, back facing the room, chest rising and falling slowly, indicating that he was actually asleep.
But there were a certain pair of eyes staring right at the sleeping alpha, hurt and filled with tears of betrayal that flowed down one after another in quick succession. Those seemed to be looking for some anchor to hold onto, something to look in between the broken cracks of his heavy mountain like trust that didn’t take a minute to shatter.
Everything came tumbling apart in just a moment, hopes and dreams completely ruined to the core in the harshest way possible. Lies had immense power to control a human’s life and always played in a cruel way to shatter someone’s world. The same way it took everything from Jungkook in one swipe, leaving his hands empty soaking in tears.
Jungkook clutches his stomach in agony, bile rising in his throat in pure disgust. His alpha had lied to him, kept him in a beautiful mirage full of love for so long while he was out there doing everything that Jungkook didn’t like, or didn’t approve of. Taehyung told him that he left the mafia, severed every connection he had with the underworld, stopped playing with guns and knives- all for Jungkook, for his only omega.
But each wall that Taehyung built on trust, was actually made of fragile pieces of glass that shattered in one stony blow. Not just that, his alpha has slept with another omega, spent time with them and then had the audacity to come back to his soon to be mate, laced in a scent of some other.
The tears keep spilling down, unconsciously breaking Jungkook more harshly with every sob, as he loses the ability to think and function. The salty drops of water are dripping with heart-wrenching cries that are conjured from the deepest pits of the ocean, where not even a ray of sunlight can reach him.
His strength wavers and Jungkook drops on his knees onto the floor with a thud, his legs finally giving up the will to stay rooted. A loud sob leaves his chest and he shouts, crying hysterically in pure helplessness, cursing out everyone for leaving him that vulnerable.
He thinks back to the time when Taehyung made several promises to him, all spoken with sheer genuineness that he couldn’t help but believe, wholeheartedly. They all looked dull right now, broken artifacts that held no importance, ready to be discarded.
Where did it all go wrong?
He didn’t have an answer to that. But he knew that he can’t live here, in any circumstance.
They were over.
There was nothing for him to fix.
Taehyung broke his trust and whatever he had coming into his life with Jungkook.
The omega looks down and caresses his baby bump, a pathetic cry again tearing out of his chest. He can’t believe that everything that he planned is now ruined, completely destroyed. Whatever he dreamed for his child wouldn’t be fulfilled, especially not with his alpha.
He really wanted to tell Taehyung, wanted to gauge his reaction, surprise and the way he would’ve smothered Jungkook in love- everything, he wanted all of that.
But it would sadly be thrown into a silent cave, every desire piled up to keep in a lone corner.
Jungkook kept screaming until he couldn’t anymore, hurting his throat to a painful stage. His mind was blank, juggling with whatever just happened, drowning inside the sea of chaos.
His chest started heaving with short breaths, fingers going numb due to lack of oxygen. He knew that he would faint if this continued and that is something he wouldn’t allow right now. To counter the numbness, he starts inhaling deeply, forcing his mind to an abrupt stop and focusing solely on his breathing.
The impending fog starts to clear as a result, his trapped limbs gaining some of the strength back, enough to stabilize him in a sitting position. He keeps repeating that for a few more minutes, feeling his heartbeat slowly catching up to its normal pace. Soon the cage melts from his body, allowing him to move freely and Jungkook stays in the same position, slowly coming back to normal.
His parched throat screams at him to soothe it after all that hysterical crying and Jungkook gets up to grant it’s wish. With steady steps he reaches the dining table, and bites his lips, to somehow stop the onslaught of tears that again burn on his waterline.
The table is still decorated with a myriad of dishes, all made by him, over several hours this evening, but not everything goes as planned. While he wouldn’t have thought these dishes would end up in garbage, that was exactly their fate.
A bitter chuckle leaves his lips as he looks around the huge space, remembering all the changes he did in these few days, all which will go to vain.
He shakes his head and grants his throat some water, the cooling liquid instantly lighting up his insides. It definitely helped to clear his mind, and regain some of the strength that he lost earlier. He no longer wanted to cry, having accepted what had happened to him.
His mind took him to another lane, a little further from the hurt and misery, giving him a space to think of— what to do next?
Staying here wasn’t an option, nor did he have a place of his own. Living in a posh state has its pros and cons. With Taehyung it was easy to spend and not care about money, but without him, Jungkook had nothing in this big city.
A few years back, he was just a boy from a small city, trying to find his way in the busy, crowded streets of Seoul. His search for a university brought him here, and the meeting with Taehyung was purely accidental. Things took a turn for them and he was roped in with the alpha, who always took care of him throughout his study years.
But things were different now, he couldn’t afford to take Taehyung’s help.
Jungkook sighs and goes to his bedroom, tired limbs refusing to work anymore. He had exhausted whatever energy was there throughout the day, but had to push through a little more to get out of these suffocating walls.
It takes him almost an hour to pack a bag, filling it with some clothes, footwear and everything that’s necessary. His brain juggles all this while, the hurt converting to raging anger. He wants to break some things, create a storm inside, but refrains knowing that is not something he may regret later on.
His reddened orbs land on every surface of the room, the bed where they have countless memories together, the balcony where Taehyung used to see sunrise with him, every nook and corner having a unique memory attached to it which was piercing his heart.
The next moment, he is climbing down the stairs, the sound of his shoes echoing through the eerily silent walls. His feet automatically take him to the still asleep figure, who’s unaware of everything that has gone wrong, how his drunken shenanigans were going to push him off a dangerous cliff, straight into hell.
Jungkook crouches down beside him, Taehyung now laid on his back, his face free of any frown or tension. His heart clenches, a knife twisting painfully as he lastly looks at the man who means everything to him, owns every single fragment of his heart.
He lifts a hand and dares to run his thumb over his cheek, eyes again spilling tears at the sight. He would give anything to turn back time and change whatever Taehyung did; only if it was possible.
“I don’t know what to say, Taehyung.” He sniffs, keeping his voice leveled. “You’ve left me with nothing…except—”
His free hand springs to land on his stomach and he closes his eyes, willing his tears to go back. This child will be the only thing he’ll have from Taehyung, and probably the biggest thing in his life.
The more he looks at his face, the more he gets reminded of whatever Taehyung has said, and he can’t bear it anymore.
Hesitantly, he leans forward and hovers his lips above Taehyung’s forehead, forcing himself to not do it. No matter how broken he is, leaving him is not easy, it’s tearing him apart like shreds, the pain unbearable, and he can’t help but plant a soft kiss to his skin, keeping it there for a minute.
This is the last time he’s doing it, and nothing can stop him.
He doesn’t dare to say anything after that and forcefully drags his feet away from the sleeping alpha, gaze not once straying away from him as he crosses the threshold of the house, finally leaving the heartless mansion he once decorated with love and care behind.
There’s no one outside as he closes the door behind him, making him wonder if Taehyung ordered some of his guards to hide around the building all this time.
Turns out, there wasn’t anyone actually there hiding in the premises, otherwise Jungkook would’ve gotten suspicious long ago. So Taehyung worked smartly in this aspect.
He shivers when the cold wind hits his ears and he takes his cab which arrives just in time. Throughout the ride he tries to fight off his demons that are beginning to eat him up and fortunately reaches sooner due to minimal traffic.
The familiar building welcomes him and he is soon standing outside a flat, hand nervously hovering over the doorbell. It’s too late for him to disturb anyone, but he honestly didn’t know where else to go.
He gulps and hesitantly presses the bell twice, knowing well why it’s taking so much time.
The door finally opens up and a sleepy head comes to peek from inside, eyes squinting to confirm if the person he saw from the peephole isn’t just a speck of imagination.
“Jungkook— what are you doing here? It’s so late.”
“Hyung…I—I need some help.”
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Quiet sniffling sounds fill the gloomy air, a figure hunched over to narrate the tormenting truth of his misery. The words flow freely from the deepest cracks of his crushed heart, corroding the edges as it was all repeated again to someone else.
“—I just decided to leave him and since it was night…I came to yours.” Jungkook finishes the long monologue, his throat hurting from all the crying and talking.
His head is carefully resting on his friend’s shoulder, both seated on the plush couch, one spilling his heart out and one quietly listening to it, feeling his gut churn at the miserable state of his friend.
They’ve been on it for an hour, since Yoongi ushered Jungkook inside in panic, his mind going in every direction to derive a conclusion of what must’ve happened to him, and why he came this late. It was puzzling until Jungkook sat down and started telling him everything, hysterically weeping in between when it all became too much, and he couldn’t do anything except let him cry on his shoulder.
“Gguk…I can’t believe Taehyung did that.” Yoongi mutters in disbelief, still processing each sentence presented to him. “The same Taehyung that wouldn’t hesitate to kill if anyone even dared to harm you…the same man who did everything you told him, without ever thinking twice. The same Tae—”
“Yes, that same man. He did that… he lied to me Yoongi.” Jungkook cuts him off with a shaky voice, Yoongi’s words hurting him more. He himself doesn’t want to believe anything, but he can’t act blind with everything presented in front.
A hand comes to squeeze him in a hug and he goes in easily, uncaring of his tears, dirtying the latter’s pajama shirt.
To his surprise, his friend suddenly gets up from the couch, his face going red in sheer anger. “I’ll not spare him, Jungkook. How dare he lie and find some omega to have fun!”
“No! Hyung, don't you even think of going to him.” The omega grabs his wrist in a tight grip and sternly tells him to stop. He doesn’t want them to fight or accidentally hurt each other.
Yoongi is a beta, but probably the most fierce one he has seen. He doesn’t wait to challenge any alpha if his brain short-circuits.
“He deserves a punch or two even if you don’t want me to talk.” He is rigid in his anger and that’s fair. Jungkook’s condition is making him want to cry, but he refrains, knowing how he needs to be strong right now and not possibly lose himself and make both of them cry together.
A firm shake of his head is enough indication of the incoming words. “You’re not going to hit him. Just stay here.”
“I didn’t mean right now. I know that madman is knocked out after drinking like a dog, so there’s no use.”
“Hyung!”
“What?” Yoongi shrugs, not even a bit ashamed to use crude language. “Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll give him a black eye I swear and you should come too! Curse him out all you want and maybe land two three punches while you have the chanc—”
He gets cut off by a hand going over his mouth to prevent him from speaking further, Jungkook having heard enough of it. He makes sure to pass a glare before going back to the couch and ignores when Yoongi looks shockingly at him.
“You’re trying to choke me for that stupid alpha? Your friend? That’s so unfair, just like this world.” He dramatically exaggerates, ducking when a cushion comes flying towards his face. “Hey!”
“Yoongi hyung stop.” Jungkook catches the silly antics and faintly chuckles, knowing why he’s being so dramatic. “I know why you are doing this.”
Although he’s grateful for any attempt Yoongi is making to ease his mind, he can’t help but divert to the dark thoughts.
“At least you’re not crying anymore.”
It is said so sincerely that a tear again makes way to his waterline, making his friend panic once again.
“Oh no…gguk don’t cry please.” He runs to give him a glass of sweet water, delicately wiping his cheeks as Jungkook starts to take small sips. “You must be too tired, should we go to sleep?”
Jungkook finishes the glass and hands it over, taking Yoongi’s arm to guide him to sit in front. Both now sit opposite of each other on the couch, Jungkook turned to face him with some nervousness.
“What happened?”
The omega takes a deep breath before taking Yoongi’s hand in his. “Hyung, I’m just here for the night. I’ll leave tomorrow.”
The relevation makes his eyes go wide, mind juggling in worry for his friend. “You don’t have to leave Jungkook, what the hell. Stay here as long as you want. Does it look like I’m bothered?” His question comes out a bit offended.
Jungkook shakes his head, catching the displeasure. “It’s not that. I know you’ll keep me here forever, but my concern is something else.” He continues when Yoongi doesn’t get the drift.
“Taehyung is still in the mafia right? And when he’ll wake up tomorrow, he’ll surely come here to find me, and I don’t really want to go or see him. Leaving is the best option.”
“But where will you go?” The worry doesn’t subside even after the revealed reasons. He wouldn’t have a problem if Jungkook had some place to go.
“I’ll find something. Look for a job or some work, anything.” Jungkook desperately says, trying to convey his message. “Afterall at some point I’ll have to start looking for something to live. So why not tomorrow?”
There was one thing that he hid from Yoongi— his pregnancy. The beta wasn’t able to detect it and he didn’t want to tell him, otherwise he wouldn’t be allowed to go alone under any circumstances. And there was a possibility of him telling it to Taehyung. Because as far as he knew his friend, Yoongi would demand Taehyung to provide for him, even if they decided to not stay together.
And Jungkook didn’t want that.
Moreover, since he’d have to take care of his unborn child alone, there was a need to devise new plans for his life, fairly quick and fast. He will have to look for ways to function alone, and stabilize himself until his health starts to give trouble. There wasn’t any time to waste and think, he had to act fast, efficiently, to set a foot in this city or any other place.
The puzzle pieces needed to be aligned precisely and he had no room for any error.
“I get what you’re saying, but gguk, at least stay here until you find a job or a place to live. Then I’ll be assured to leave you alone.” Yoongi requests, squeezing his hand in his. He needs to be sure before letting Jungkook go. It’s not easy for omegas out there.
Jungkook deeply inhales and thinks for a minute. It’s evident how worried Yoongi is about him, and he’s really not surprised by that. If the roles were reversed, he would’ve been the same and shown concern for his friend.
“Alright.” He slowly agrees, finally catering to his concerns. “I’ll come back at night if I don’t find anything. But I’m going to search starting tomorrow.”
Yoongi beams at having one of his worries sidelined, and surges forward to give a tight hug to Jungkook, rubbing his back in circular motions. “That’s better. I’ll talk to some of my friends and see if there’s anything suitable for you.”
“Thankyou.” He whispers, closing his eyes and lets the other hug him to his heart’s content.
“You’re not alone gguk, never think that. With this situation, you might think your world is ending, but it’ll fall back in place, hopefully soon.”
Yoongi is right. He’s definitely feeling like the world is ending, the elements giving it life have been snatched away by a catastrophe, leaving it to fend for itself in the dire situation. But as said, he wishes for his broken life to fall back in place, soon.
A long, drawn out yawn reaches his ears and he pulls back from the hug, watching Yoongi’s sleepy state. “Go and sleep hyung. I’ve taken enough time.”
The latter makes a face, furrowing his brows. “What? Go and sleep? And what are you planning to do here?”
Jungkook stretches his legs and waves a hand to appear unbothered. “I’ll take the couch and sleep too.” He lies through his teeth, not wanting to trouble him.
“You talk like I’m an idiot. No one’s taking the couch, do you hear me? You’re coming with me and I’m going to make sure you stay there and not spend the night bawling your eyes out.” He orders and drags Jungkook to his bedroom, ignoring the protest that makes its way in the beginning. But it soon dies down when the omega gives in and blindly follows the guiding hand.
He really needs someone to do things for him, even if it’s just for tonight.
Despite being tired, Yoongi carefully wipes his face with a wet towel, shushing him when Jungkook goes to stop him. He finally tucks him inside the covers and goes to spoon from behind, noticing how he has gotten. The silence is understandable. All the sudden turn of events definitely left a big shock on him, brutally shaking the core.
It will take some time to absorb those shocks, and until then everything will be harder than it should be.
Yoongi tries to stay awake for longer but soon gives in to his tiredness, while Jungkook is far away from any resting. Not even a brink of sleep touches his mind as he stays lying on bed, his friend behind his back as a shield.
But it doesn’t help as the thoughts of man float in his brain, filling it with various memories and growing bitterness.
His mind keeps chanting Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung—
Gets jam-packed with it, like a solid stone, leaving not even a crack for air, no space for any particle to move. His head starts to hurt with its clustering weight, a pang multiplying as the intensity increases.
He closes his eyes then, unwilling to think any longer. It’s just hurting him.
For now he’ll just focus on not crying and finding a way so he can escape Taehyung tomorrow.
The man will surely come to look for him and might find out about Jungkook’s delicate condition from his scent. He can’t let that happen.
With the new discovery, Taehyung wouldn’t be a part of the baby’s life. He wouldn’t let the child grow in the mafia world, under highly dangerous conditions; there was no way.
Jungkook would make sure of that.
Fairytales didn’t exist for a reason, and while Jungkook’s life was once used to be like one, it didn’t end well either.