it must be a dream.

its vivid in the edges, a sort of yellowy texture- strangely there is sound of ocean waves in his left ear and sand in the palm of his hands.

taehyung sees his mother, she as beautiful as he remember her to be.

she was bundled in her favorite white coat- "it must be too warm for the weather", he thinks.

but what caught taehyungs attention was her eyes- it was brimming with tears.

suddenly his vision blurred; he no longer hears ocean waves, rather a thunderstorm. in the sudden blueness, he again searches for his mother but she was nowhere to be seen,

instead there was her white coat, but it wasn't pure white anymore, rather stained crimson red.

"you must survive, taehyung-ah"

he hears it like an echo in his head.

taehyung had woken up with a jolt, sweat clinging to his skin and a helpless whimper torn out of his parched throat.

he felt the smoothness of the nest under his fingertips, the drag of the mesh on his skin and warm morning sunlight on his face.

"it was just a dream" he tells himself, head drooped down and taking in a shallow breath.

once the bleakness of his mind dissolved away, taehyung shakily stood off the bed, navigating himself through the empty floor to get himself water to drink.

he was unsettled, his mind felt icy and the emptiness of the apartment wasn't helping.

taehyung found the jug of water in the round table alongwith his prepared breakfast. the omega first went for the water, gulping it down hurriedly, then heaving out breaths, sniffling, tired eyes a picture of melancholy.

even if its just the morning, he knew this day, being alone is going to be hard for him especially since he woke up with such a sour mood.

taehyung lifted up the lid of the breakfast tray only to see the plate with the usual things- greens, nuts, raw vegetables, fruits, meat bits... the same everyday as per the calories the doctor had wrote for him.

on any other day he would have ate it without a complaint, but today it only angered him more.

it was with a loud clatter that the lid of the tray fell down when taehyung pushed away the plate, him then angrily huffing as he stormed back to the bedroom.

he felt uncharacteristically drowned in emotions, wonders if its a pregnancy thing because right now he sure was angry enough to strangle a person.

so after taking a shower and change of clothes taehyung buried himself into the nest again, breakfast long forgotten eventhough his stomach was grumbling in protest for the same.

hours ticked by.

taehyung was still in his nest, long lost in thoughts. his mind spirals to yesterday's events; he still gets chills.

and along those line of thoughts he remembers glimpses of the taste of champagne and jungkook on his lips.

can that be considered as a kiss? taehyung wonders. it unsettles him further because jungkook and taehyung had never shared a kiss expect for the chaste one at their wedding.

a kiss always felt too intimate for the omega. and jungkook had just did that infront of everyone as if its a winners prize.

somewhere around noon, the maids had came with his lunch. they were quite surprised to see the breakfast plate untouched and one of them had came upto knock at the bedroom door asking if everything is alright.

taehyung had hissed out a "i'm tired of eating grass. i want real food" followed by more murmurings and growls, alongwith his unpleasant pheromones stinking up the place; the maids had quietly excused themselves away at it.

and taehyung stubbornly spend through another hours of hunger and anger.

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jungkook was frustrated.

he couldn't get a lead on the alpha from the party.

he cant understand, how she left no suspicious trails; arrived from taipei that morning and got into the party without any guards noticing, that too got so close to taehyung, daring to poison him,

jungkook wished he hadn't killed her then, so he could beat the name of the person who put her up for this out of her.

for now he is trusting hoseok to find a lead as he juggles with the pending paperworks of starlight.

just when he was sporting an incoming headache did he got the call from the mansion.

"sir. young jeon, your omega is refusing to eat. he hasn't eaten all day" came the main guards voice.

you gotta be kidding me.

the omega must have really made it a sport out of testing his patience- jungkook breaths out, massaging the sides of his forehead.

jungkook wasn't the least bit happy to make a trip back to the mansion in the middle of work. but his damn alpha was restless at the thought of the omega refusing food.

besides even if jungkook doesn't know a thing about pregnancy, he sure knows skipping meals wouldn't be good for the pup,

and considering billions of trade depends on that pup inside taehyung, he hopes wasting his time is worth it.

jungkooks boot clack echoed through the floor as the alpha took long strides to the room, his eye twitching at all the unpleasant omega scents in the air, it sure the more irritating for his alpha. his whole instincts at that time was screaming at him to protect and console his omega, but jungkook has long learned to act not based on those.

"why haven't you eaten anything." jungkook voice had came out as a growl, gaze boring holes onto taehyungs form cuddled on the bed.

the omegas head had slightly lifted up at the sound- "i'm tired of this stupid diet. first get me real food-".

the way he talked back would have surprised taehyung himself if he wasn't feeling so vexed.

taehyung partly expected it when a hand hauled him out of the nest, nevertheless he protested, twisting and turning to get jungkooks hand off his sweater,

"since when did you think you could demand stuff, pup?" the alphas voice had dropped that maniacal way.

the omega hissed and protested, trying to pull away his hand when jungkook dragged him back to the dining room.

when he was pushed onto the chair, taehyungs hand had instinctively flew to shield his stomach, something he had been doing lately without him even realizing.

"now be a good pup and eat" it was mocking.

taehyung only glared at the plate of shriveled salad.

"--fucking dont test my patience"

"dont you even care about the pup? pathetic excuse of an omega- "

taehyung stubbornly stayed mute to all of jungkooks tantrums.

taehyung had startled, limbs freezing when jungkooks fist banged at the table with a bang, the plates and cutlery on it making loud clatter.

"fucking eat it, right now." the alphas voice was a roar, even taehyung could feel the other heaving beside him.

part of taehyung was screaming at him to obey the alpha, the other half telling him to run and shield the pup from the angry alpha- but taehyung sat froze,

even when he knew this was a fruitless fight, that he could get hurt- he was just so tired of this recursion.

a pained whimper left his lips when a hand on his blonde hair lifted him off the chair. when the same hand collided with his left cheek, his vision blurred, steps staggered as he slid down onto the floor in a heap.

jungkooks hand shivered with anger, eyes narrowed and lips curled back in a sneer as he lifted his hand again in the air,

taehyung instinctively curled on his stomach, lilac sweater pooled around him, scared whimpers at the tip of his tongue as he waited for the impact,

but it never came.

taehyung didn't cry.

eventhough his cheek was aching and his protective senses were screaming- he didn't cry.

the last thing he saw was a chair toppling onto the foor followed by jungkooks form retreating, taking all the alpha pheromones along with him.

jungkook was seething; he really had to stop himself before he hurt the other in ways that he would regret. besides, when he saw the omega curled up, trying to protect his stomach, he couldn't bring himself to land another blow- especially when his alpha is constantly reminding him that it is his own pregnant omega.

even after reaching back at his office he was restless. he had screamed out half his frustration on his assistants; no one had set foot in his office in hours, nor did he attend the group meeting.

everytime he closes his eyes he sees blonde strands and the lilac sweater, red handprint on the others face and pained whimpers and the reminder that taehyung haven't eaten anything today- jungkook felt like he could burn the hell itself with his anger.

begrudgingly, despite his sheer annoyance jungkook had then made a call to taehyungs doctor, just to make sure before he give in.

few more hours ticked by.

taehyung had moved himself back to his nest, he was tired, occasionally would rub his hurt cheeks as he would nose along the softness of the nest to soothe himself.

and around dinner time, he heard the ding of the elevator followed by the pitter-patter of the maids bringing in food and then leaving.

taehyung was really hungry at this point; everytime his stomach would grumble, he kept on wondering how the pup inside would be hungry too.

so he uncurled himself from the nest, dragging himself out of the room towards the round table.

taehyung nearly stopped in his tracks when the smell hit him.

oh when even was the last time he smelled something so delicious.

it was then with much eager had he took the rest of the steps towards the table and then lifted up the lid.

there on the plate was kimchi stew, stir fried udon, a bowl of honey chicken and a stawberry cake piece.

it was as if all his irritation, all his pain dissolved away that second.

taehyung sat on the chair, shaking hands happily taking the chopsticks and spoon as he dig into the stew.

he nearly moaned at the delicious taste. how long has it been? 4 months? he nearly forgot how delicious these food could be.

at the first bite into the chicken, taehyung started hiccuping.

he just couldn't help it.

the day long frustration, all the sadness and irritation; tears flew down his red cheeks as he chewed on the food.

despite his hands quivering and fully unleashed tears, taehyung happily completed the last of food with a watery smile, even the cake.

he was so full, he was content and somehow his omega was preening that his alpha made arrangements for him.

between his hiccups and him enjoying the food, taehyung failed to notice the ding of the elevator or the alphas form that was standing by the shadow of the door, as taehyung happily rubbed his full tummy and padded back towards to his nest with a smile stretching across his swollen cheeks.

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yoongi had deep dark circles under his eyes, still in the clothes from yesterdays party as he took the elevator to seokjins floor.

the hyungnim had asked for him to meet him days back. despite the hollowness of his heart, yoongi decided to give that visit today since he spend the entire night in one of the mansions guest room.

yoongi knocked and waited by the door.

after a few long minutes the door opened, and namjoon got out. the alpha looked worse to wear and they both gave each other cold eyes as namjoon trudged towards the elevator.

"hyungnim-" yoongi had bowed a ninety at the sight of seokjin.

"ahh yoongi-- come in" seokjin still in his robe nursing a cup of green tea had motioned the other to get in.

"i'm glad that you got over the flu." seokjin nonchalantly said.

"flu? oh maybe thats what the excuse hoseok gave" yoongi inwardly thinks and he gives a polite nod.

"i have been meaning to talk to you for some time now, yoongi" seokjin says.

a million of thoughts flashes through yoongis mind, jimin being one of them. they've been careful so far. he hopes seokjin didn't suspect anything.

"what is it, hyungnim?" so yoongi politely enquires.

"i need a favor from you, yoongi"

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watching in the soop 2 literally made me smile after so long. it really is so healing.

isn't jungkook and bam so cute?! ^^♡

tbh i cant wait for the next episode!