that night, contrary to the other days, taehyung couldn't get a wink of sleep,

because it was the the party next day.

so it was a lot of tossing and turning in the bed, hugging different pillows, sighing a multiple times, then glaring at the sleeping form of the alpha beside him on the bed.

at some time in the early morning, he had dozed off for a few hours, but was woken up by a nightmare- it filled with guns, blood and screams.

but turns out the nightmare didn't end with just inside his sleep.

in the pitch dark, at first it was the feel of another person too close to him.

taehyung had jerked on instinct, mind still floating between sleep and consciousness,

but the movement only caused the person to move closer to him, with a hand holding him down by the waist.

with the last piece of neuron in his brain screaming, taehyung begrudgingly realized that the person was indeed jungkook.

heart beating in fear, taehyung had then tried to wiggle away discreetly, but to no avail, for jungkook only nuzzled into his neck more, then heaving out a sigh in his sleep that had the other freezing.

now completely immobile under the alpha, taehyung just grunted, staring at the ceiling wondering since when did his mafia husband became so much of a cuddler.

if he hadn't feared that the other would pull out a gun on him, taehyung would have loved to tease jungkook about it.

surprisingly jungkooks scent was calmer in sleep, almost soothing to his senses- his traitor of an omega wagging its tail inside him at the alphas proximity.

the lighting on the ceiling was almost hypnotizing in the darkness, taehyungs breathing then unknowingly synchronizing with jungkooks own, lulled by the body heat and the comfortable silence,

and soon taehyung drifted off to a calmer sleep.

that morning taehyung had woken up alone like usual.

his nest was a mess as always- despite taehyung arranging it previous night, half off it was dangling down the bed by morning.

taehyung was grumpy from the lack of proper sleep, taking his time smothering the pillow further and huffing before he managed to pull himself up for a shower.

a cold shower did its trick. taehyung felt much clearer even if he was freezing and goosebumps erupted all over his skin.

the breakfast- it ofcourse with carefully measured amount of salt, sugar, spices and calories was placed pristinely on the round dining table; the omegas stomach grumbling in interest despite the food being bland.

but then did he notice the many bags on the couch.

the omega curiously, and a bit cautiously took his steps, then took a peek inside.

"look presentable" was written on a tissue paper and hazardously thrown on top of the bags, the messy handwriting clearly jungkooks.

look presentable; considering the occasion, it could only mean one thing- dress as slutty as possible. dress to fit the title of jungkooks little bitch.

the omega only huffed, then going directly to his food, angrily stuffing all the greens and proteins, chewing away his anger.

then he went to the room, rummaging through his cupboard until he found the hair coloring packets he had ordered last day.

in the few years freedom he had once got, hair colors was a way in which he had expressed himself.

even in days he used to try to blend in with the university goers, taehyung still had flaunted colors from fiery red to, icy blue, sometimes toning it down to a few highlights but never straying in his natural hair color.

it just gives him a sense of difference, a confidence, when he looks at himself in the mirror.

his father used to hate it, hence his hair was bleached back to black before the day of the wedding.

but right now he doesn't give a damn, feeling the familiar excitement as he took the packets to the bathroom.

it was indeed a long process; tongue pocked out in concentration, his hand aching and scalp burning. back then, jimin was the one who always used to do it for him, and taehyung never imagined it to be this tough.

and finally by noon, taehyung had finished the task.

the packet had said the color to be a very angelic light blonde, but maybe its taehyungs inexperience or he freaking messed up; his hair looked more like a dirty blonde.

the wet hair looked like a mess- the omega mourning by the bathtub on having messed it up.

he had that party today.

what if jungkook kill him because his hair is ugly? taehyungs thoughts ran.

over a pout, the omega had managed to dry his hair, then found the courage to look at the mirror again.

the more he stared at himself, the more he came to the conclusion that it infact is not that bad.

now wearing the robe taehyung came out of the bathroom, after literally hours, munching on a sandwich that was left on the table as he finally took the bags to the bedroom.

he had deposited all the things onto the bed, then eyeing all of it one by one.

there was a lot of cosmetics, a dangling earing, then a collar-

a freaking collar with initials "JK" on it.

what taehyung felt at first was pure anger. he is not a pet to be labeled like that!

hell, taehyung isn't going to wear that thing around his throat even if he is on gun point.

throwing the black, leather collar to another part of the bed, the omega continued examining the contents.

the major part of the pile was his dress.

to his surprise, it was much better than what he thought it would be.

taehyung had feared he would be forced to wear some mesh robe or something too revealing.

but this was something he would have wore, if he was still in university and when jimin would beg him to accompany him to the clubs.

but dressing like this for jungkook? that doesn't make him happy.

leaving the heap by the bed, taehyung just simply went by the window, heaving out a sigh, clearly feeling anxious now.

he watched the sky and drifting clouds, even feeling jealous of the birds that were flying around freely- wondering if he can he free like that one day.

10 months. hopefully he would be alone and free in ten months.

and once when the sun set did he move from there, going through the floor to the kitchen to quench his thirst, then coming back and begrudgingly took the dress.

it was easy getting onto the leather shorts and the lightly transparent top. getting into that leather corset seemed to be a much harder task; taehyung having to twist his hands until it ached to tie the cords at the back of it snug.

then he took a glance in the mirror and sadly realized that he looked much like a stripper now.

unlike what he initially thought, the all black outfit was more fitted on his body.

the shiny top exposed his collarbones in all of its glory, then the flaring full sleeves being see through didn't offer much coverage. the corset only made everything more tighter especially his waist, then the leather shorts was snug around all the curves leaving the rest of his legs bare.

taehyung groaned, wondering if it was possibly for him to just dissappear- the party itself scared him, now the thought of being dressed like this amidst all those dangerous people- his anxiety wasn't simmering down.

a few angry tears later, he flitted through the cosmetics, finding something to conceal his dark circles and then line his asymmetric eyes, then putting on a chapstick.

he was in the process of combing through his new blonde hair when he heard the elevator opening.

before even the alpha entering the room, taehyung could feel the scent.

jungkook had came inside the room, already dressed expensive in a shimmery black suit; the cuffs pushed back to reveal tattoos and half of his shirt buttons undone.

a silver chain was dangling on his neck and his hair was slicked back from his face to leave only a few strands to fall onto his eyes, it somehow making him look even more dangerous.

somehow his scent was overpowering today; all the veins prominent on his arms and necks indicating that the alpha had probably spent hours working out in the gym,

and taehyung felt so intimidated, his omega nearly laying belly up inside him, but his human side wasn't going to back down.

jungkook had took steps closer, dark eyes assessing taehyung head to toe, it momentarily straying on his hair,

"i think you missed one important accessory" the alpha had said, voice low, eyeing taehyungs bare neck.

"i wont wear it" taehyung said sternly, eyes narrowed at the alpha.

"and why is that?" jungkook lazily smirked.

suddenly there was so much tension in the room, it amplified by the alpha pheromones slowly invading taehyungs own scent.

"i'm not your fucking pet" the omega spitted out, him subconsciously taking a step back when jungkook came closer and closer until taehyungs back hit the wall.

taehyung isn't simply going to let the alpha collar him and flaunt him around like a property. no matter the hell he gone through, taehyung had enough dignity left in him to not let that happen.

"alright then-"

to taehyungs utter surprise, jungkook simply agreed.

"come down in 20 minutes, pup" the alpha said, a smirk still playing on his lips that only creeped taehyung more as the alpha walked out of the room- taehyung heaving out a breath, when the pheromones around him finally cleared away.

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