the security alarms on jungkooks floor were blaring high.

it was hoseok and yoongi who came tumbling out of the elevator, the only two people besides seokjin who are allowed to be on the floor, alerted by the security features going off.

everything else seemed to be intact, except for the bedroom, to where hoseok proceeded with hands on his gun.

the only thing that could be heard now over the low beep of alarm was taehyungs high pitched whimpers and whines.

hoseok and yoongi could see taehyungs bare legs on the floor, the rest obscurred by the bed.

"taehyung-ssi are you alright?" yoongi tentatively asked, but they didn't get any response.

both the beta and alpha however didn't dare set foot inside the bedroom which was practically with a mixture of jungkooks and taehyungs scents- because stepping inside wont be very respectful especially with having their boss's omega in distress, so vulnerable inside.

it was the fear too- you never know what people with power will find offensive.

their mild distaste can end with one losing their head.

so they just guarded outside after giving a call to jungkook about the situation and waited by the elevator.

after about an hour, when taehyungs whimpers have quited down to slow sobs, jungkooks boots clacked over, crunching the glass pieces on the floor as he stopped right by the omegas curled up form on the floor.

taehyung looked like an angel fallen into the ruins of the world, like a swan floating in debris after a flood, so misplaced, like he never belonged there.

"i just left for an hour and you're already throwing tantrums here, pup?" jungkook tutted, crouching down to look over the omega, disapprovingly looking at the small cuts and scratches on taehyungs otherwise flawless legs.

at the sound of the alpha, taehyung opened his red rimmed eyes, puffy cheeks flat against the cold floor as he gazed up,

" 'm not pregnant-" his voice was a whisper as he quivered, eyes unsettled and already a fever running that had the omega taking in pained breaths.

everything felt hazy, the bad type it is, when your vision blurs away and leave you scared and defenseless.

jungkook cooed at it.

"alpha can breed you as many times you want, pup. you dont have to be so--" he looked over the partially destroyed room "-- troublesome about it".

"alpha is very much disappointed" jungkook rumbled picking away some of the bed stuffing that was caught on the omegas hair and taehyung curled in, scared.

"call the doctor, hobi" hoseok standing by the door scrambled away, already typing away on his phone at jungkooks command.

jungkook then picked up taehyung, the omega fighting in his hold, but the alpha effortlessly placed him on the not destroyed part of the bed, where taehyung curled up again.

as the alphas hands grazed taehyungs face blazing with temperature, the omega unconsciously nuzzled to it, lulled by the coldness of the said hand that offered a temporary relief,

"h-hurts so bad"

taehyungs hoarse voice whispered, hot breath faning against the rough hand.

"what hurts, pup?" the alpha asked, but there was no answer except for the continued laboured breaths.

what hurts?

such an ironic question to be asked.

was it the physical pain?

the scratches or the fever?

or was it something else.

like the heart thats too heavy with far too much pain for a soul to handle?

or was it the loneliness that seems to torture every bit of his sanity?

or was it the memories- the ones that taehyung wishes he could forget, but loomes within him for a lifetime?

or was it just the present itself- the life he is forced to live, the life in which he is desperately trying to survive?

even taehyung doesn't know.

as taehyung focused on the shiver of his fingers and the cramps on his leg, he saw another figure entering the room.

the doctor- she looked momentarily alarmed by the state of the room, but quickly bowed a ninety towards jungkook, the alpha getting out with a flick of his fingers.

the doctor placed the bag down on a corner of the bed, then taking out her stethoscope, gently walking towards taehyungs form as to not scare the other.

"jeon taehyung-ssi, i'm nayeon. could you tell me if it hurts anywhere?" the doctor asked, but as expected there was no response from taehyung.

after checking his pulse and taking the temperature, nayeon cleaned up the few bleeding scratches, taehyungs hooded eyes lifelesly watching her.

"c-could you help me get out of here?" the doctors hands froze from where she was dabbing away the blood, but resumed soon enough as if she never heard that question.

"are you stuck like me too?" the omega asked over a humorless chuckle from his chapped lips.

"in a way, yes" nayeon replied this time, taking out a syringe and giving taehyung an injection on his arms that would hopefully lower the fever.

"we're all stuck in a nightmare, arent we?" taehyung barely had any consciousness as he whispered random things, more like the numerous unanswered questions in him is being let out without any filter.

nayeon had to swallow down the sob that threatened to make its way out as he got out of the bedroom with her supplies.

jungkook was outside as expected sitting on the plush couch and nayeon stopped a feet away before placing the medicine prescriptions on the table.

"jeon taehyung-ssi is very much underweight-- and overly stressed. that could be the reason why he haven't conceived" the doctor trembled when jungkooks eyes landed on her.

"he has a high fever-- um make sure he is warm and fed well as well as give the medicines.",

"it would help in the recovery-- if he is allowed to nest" nayeon added. it wasn't very much necessary, but she felt like its the least she can do.

"that'll be all, sir. young jeon" the doctor bows again before she exits, hoseok walking her towards the elevator.

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seokjin was already waiting for him when jungkook entered the floor above him.

as always the alpha squinted at the too much color everywhere, something he always teases his brother about.

"your floor looks like a circus" a little jungkook would've said.

"are you calling me a clown, kook-ah" a much younger seokjin would narrow his eyes, chasing after his giggling little brother for a tickle fight.

now both of them had grown up, in all the ways possible- the greetings would be limited to a rare smile or nods.

"i know we all have a grudge against the kims-" seokjin started and jungkook already knows what this conversation is leading to,

"-go easy on your omega"

"that pup needs to happen sooner, or everything we did so far will be futile" the betas voice was just over a murmur, as if he himself is burdened by the turn of events.

"i know, hyung" jungkook replied with a softness he lacks everywhere else,

and seokjin would smile, a hand carding through the alphas hair tenderly,

like the same way he used to do when jungkook was as tall as his waist and two big doe eyes.

back then, the little kid wasn't this fearless, wasn't so heartless,

he would tremble just at the sound of a thunder or the flash of lightning.

seokjin was seventeen- or almost eighteen then,

fighting amidst the entire empire that his parents left for him before they just dissappeared.

on such cloudy days, seokjin would hurry to jungkooks room, fruitlessly hiding the blood stains under his jacket.

the young beta would card his fingers through little jungkooks hair, whose teary doe eyes would never leave his brother as well as a little hand curled up on seokjins jacket, because he was scared his brother would dissappear one day like his parents did.

jungkook would then fall asleep, eyes mapping the blood stains on seokjins shirt, smelling the stench of gun powder and ashes, in a place too big for him.

truthfully the jeon brothers had everything- too much power, too much money, too much good looks [as hoseok would joke]

but at the end, both of them only had each other, then and now.

when jungkook left his brothers floor, there was the silence of the night everywhere.

he got out of his floor, which was silent as it always is.

the bedroom floor now was sweeped off spotless, the bed was changed and on one corner was taehyung- curled up like a fetus, this time wearing one of jungkooks own grey tshirt.

the alpha oodly didn't feel angry that the omega snooped around his clothes without permission.

he took off his jacket, undid the gun belt as he proceeded to the bathroom for a shower.

when he got out, taehyung was in the same position- the alpha wordlessly pulled up a sweat pants and went out to get a can of beer.

he then settled on the bed, leaning on the headboard near to taehyungs form- a file that he couldn't review today in his one hand as he took sips of the beer.

sometime after minutes, taehyung unconsciously moved closer to the alpha, his hot forehead plastestered against jungkooks biceps like he did before to soothe away the heat.

the omega sighed in his sleep, one of his delicate hand coming up to hug around the same tattoo clad arm.

jungkook didnt move, neither did he push taehyung away.

he gazed at the relaxed face for some time, before he resumed back to reading his file.

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