a sense of relief washed over yoongi just as his eyes found his apartment.

he had walked the too long distance here just because he needed time to think- time to clear his mind.

after punching in the code and toying off the shoes, his senses picked up faint sounds coming from the kitchen as well as the smell of cooking.

the beta was quite surprised at it- partly he expected hoseok to be brooding until they have a proper talk.

when his own tired legs took him towards the kitchen, already yearning for his alphas warmth and scent, the first figure he came across was jimin.

the omega was hunched on the kitchen stool, bundled in an yellow blanket, lightly shivering as his pouty face watched hoseok who was standing by the stove.

when jimins eyes noticed yoongi by the door, he let out a loud sneeze before sniffling again, rubbing at his button nose.

"--the heck happened to you?" yoongi's voice was part confusion and irritation.

"he tried to turn himself into a popsicle" hoseoks voice came through. the alpha had noticed the betas presence by the faintest of the scents.

yoongi stood their with a neutral face for a moment.

he was far tired to question anything as his body moved in autopilot towards hoseoks warmth.

the alphas body neither tensed nor push him away when his lover back-hugged him, rather both their bodies sagged as if like the first flow of water into a barren land.

its a plain truth that both of them cant surive without each other- thats how they find solace in this world- their love was far too deep to be simply ripped away.

"i met hyungnim" it kind of broke out of yoongi's tongue, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"everything alright?" hoseok tentatively asks.

"i hope so." yoongi simply says. it was clear that yoongi didn't want to share much on that particular topic and hoseok didn't prod. somethings are just better staying as a secret- especially when it comes to their line of work.

"go take a shower. you stink" the alpha then said and yoongi smiled into the others shoulder.

"i will wait for you" that was yoongi's cue for the other, silently telling him to find him later, that they need to talk.

hoseok nodded and yoongi walked away, ruffling jimins hair on his way. the omega was too tired to pull away so he grunted to show his displeasure.

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when jungkook was still young and innocent, he always loved watching his hyung get ready each morning.

seokjin was impeccable- even at the mere age of fifteen he used to dress himself to the finest and accompany his father to the meetings, that hardened look already blossoming on his face.

there was a precision in everything seokjin did,

little jungkook would pad out of his room every morning and seat himself on seokjins bed. he would watch with wonder the way seokjin would slick out his hair, smooth out his tux and wear the bow ties.

now as he had grown up to be of equal importance as his hyung, jungkook far earlier adapted most of seokjins characters,

especially the way he present himself.

he now knows how to dress himself pristine without even a single fiber out of place,

he knows how to carry out meetings, how to strike out deals and how to make them turn to his own wimps.

jungkook knows how to make them tremble with a single look.

he knows how to handle power.

and now as he gazes himself at the mirror everyday, he sees the man he has always wanted to become. he too was impeccable now.

jungkook only had to leave a bit late today and thus taehyung was awake but still in his nest, body refusing to leave the warmth of it.

as usual taehyung was thinking.

he was thinking too much these days.

there was no swirling anxiety inside him now, that came with being alone for too long.

but jungkooks presence was always lulling- the light tapping sounds on the laptop, or his grumpy voice speaking into the phone- it was nice to not have so much silence surrounding him.

so taehyung freely ventured into his thoughts.

the one thing he has been thinking so much lately is the shift he feels since the party or maybe its the realization he had that day.

alongwith that his tantrums last day had turned fruitful; that jungkook had gave in and got him what he asked for even if it was after a few slaps.

the pup; all that just because he is carrying a jeon blood.

maybe he can make more use out of it? see how far he can go?

maybe he would get beaten up, but its nothing new to him. and for sure he knows jungkook wouldn't go too far because of the pup.

afterall he was bored and depressed.

it could be fun.

a twitch of a smile creeps up his lips.

"i'm fucking crazy" taehyung thinks.

but he has to survive and it would be nice if that 'surviving' came much easier.

so after jungkook leaves, taehyung drags himself off the bed, wears one of his fluffiest pink sweater and white shorts then ruzzling out his blonde hair before going to have breakfast.

ever since that day, he was served good meals twice a day and that wretched salad only at noon.

taehyung was proud of himself everytime he eat- because he literally fought for that freaking plate of good food. so he had every bite of it happily.

he sauntered around the floor rest of the day as per usual- either watching the clouds or going through his laptop ordering another fluffy sweater or listening to a song.

and just like that the night sky was out with numerous stars studded across it.

taehyung gazes out of the window and watched the stars twinkling.

he thinks he himself is like those stars up there- immobile, stuck in one spot as sun and moon replaces each other.

just as every star out their is waiting for their supernova, taehyung here is waiting for his freedom.

as the music on the laptop moved from one to the other in a doja cat playlist, taehyung waited for the day to be over and the next to come.

besides he was waiting for jungkook to come back home.

he didn't have to wait much for it; his heart nearly lept to his throat when he heard the elevator dinging.

his heartbeat quickened and he counted the seconds.

he heard jungkooks boot clack over the music and it had a constant rhythm until it stopped right outside the bedroom door.

the doorknob then rattled and taehyung unconsciously flinched on the side of the bed.

"--why the fuck is it locked?" taehyung heard jungkook mumbling from the other side and he giggled.

"maybe i have gone crazy" taehyung thinks. he wonders if he contracted some twisted up psychological shit like stockholm. why else is he willingly angering the man he fears the most.

taehyung waited without a bat of breath for the doorknob to stop moving.

"taehyung, open the door" came jungkooks voice from other side in a lower register laced over a growl.

"i want to be alone" the way the omega replied was surprisingly calm, smoothly covering up his every inner turmoil.

"open this damn door right now, bitch--" this time jungkook was surely angry. afterall the alphas personality lacked the least trace of patience.

"go away" the omega then hisses out. taehyung felt tired, angry and maniacal; and the combination of it all scared himself.

there was a silence then, it only broken by whatever music was playing inside the bedroom.

when taehyung heard the subtle sound of a gun cocking he leapt off the bed and ducked. living half of his life in kim mansion did help him recognize those sounds eerily well.

one, two, three bullets pierced through the knob of the door; with the last shot the handle of it shattered away into pieces.

jungkook was heaving in anger, a sliver of red twirling in his irises as the door fell open. the alpha had heard taehyungs scream and then a sliver of pink dissappearing under the bed.

when the gun shots had rang the omega had slipped under the bed, backing off completely under it and curling into a fetal position. the initial bravery he had seemed to be slowly disintegrating.

the low whimpers the omega let out was audible to the alpha as his calculated steps stopped by the side of the bed.

"come on out, pup" there was that sweet mocking voice.

taehyung had a sweater paw around his mouth, wide eyes watching those shiny shoes visible from under the bed.

"will you hurt me? p-please dont-" the omegas muffled voice came from under the bed.

"oh we will decide on that once you're out" jungkook cooed.

the only response he got was taehyungs whimper

"come on out before i empty all of these bullets through the bed" this time jungkook growled.

slowly, quite unwilling, taehyung wiggled out, already sniffling.

just as one of the omegas feet was visible, jungkook yanked him out.

taehyung screamed bloody murder, pushing at the alphas chest as jungkook threw him onto the bed.

"what were you doing here with the doors locked hm?" the alpha rumbled as taehyung tried to wiggle away from him, but one of jungkooks legs had pinned down his thighs and hands pinned him down to the bed by the shoulder.

" 'nothing-- i just wanted to be alone" taehyung wailed, tears wetting the side of his eyes. afterall jungkook still had the gun in one of his hands

jungkooks fingers tangled into taehyungs hair at that. he pulled it back, taehyung hissing at it as his scalp burned and slender neck stretched.

"you have had all the day alone, pup" jungkook tsked, face hooded by his long raven hair that was too close to the omegas face.

taehyung whined, pink lips trembling as he clawed at jungkooks hand.

"now now-- be honest with your alpha" jungkook mocks as if he is talking to a misbehaving child.

"fine. i wanted to annoy you" taehyung admits through gritted teeth when the pull on his scalp got too much.

jungkook smirked, a glint in his sharp eyes and face neutral as ever.

" you wanted my attention?" jungkook cooed, the hand on taehyungs hair loosened and coming down only to wrap around taehyungs neck.

"you should've just got pretty and waited by the door as you used to do"

taehyung face burned red at the alphas words and implication.

"fuck you" taehyung then spitted out, even when his face was blotched from tears and jungkooks hands were tightening around his throat.

the back hand he got to his face must have been expected. either way taehyung cried out when the alphas calloused hand hit his cheek and taehyung tasted the metallic tang of blood on his lips.

"i hate you-- i fucking hate you i hate you i--" taehyung continued until the hand on his jaw tightened so much he couldn't speak over his whimpers.

it was a strange quietness that then pertained in the air- such theatrical it is- them in a mess of a bed in such a compromising position, amidst the debris of a broken door,

"we hug and yes, we make love

and always just say "Goodnight", la-la-la-la-la

and we cuddle, sure i do love it

but I need your lips on mine-"

the music had flowed after changing to the next song in the playlist, the pleasant bass of it echoing through the walls.

jungkook could feel the hammering of taehyungs chest against his own hand when the tattooed arm glided down the omegas body over the pink sweater. it was bunched up by the waist in their fight, taehyungs hand ever so protectively splayed over his own stomach.

"can you kiss me more?

we're so young, boy

we ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh

it's just principle

Baby, hold me

'cause I like the way you groove,

oh, oh-"

the song continued.

the hand on taehyungs jaw slackened, the thumb of the same hand moving until they are on the plush of taehyungs lower lip, the side of which was matted red with blood.

taehyungs breath was laborious to his own ears, him suddenly transfixed by the alphas eyes so intently on him- those eyes now had no anger, no hatred- it contained something far unexplainable.

right now taehyungs scent was heightening alongwith jungkooks, each second of the passing minute.

those eyes had then again slid down to the parted lips and taehyung knew what was coming.

when their lips met, it was a clash of improbable.

taehyungs hand had roughly tangled around jungkooks neck when the alphas lip moved against it. the omega keened, angling his head and kissed back ferociously.

the hate-kiss was destructive; it was as if they were trying to break each other as jungkook licked into the roof of the others mouth.

they pulled apart to take greedy gulps of breath; taehyungs lips were now more shiny and swollen, face red and jungkook was panting above him.

"i hate you" this time taehyung said it as a whisper.

when jungkooks hand lifted then, the omega reflexively flinched back. but that hand had only softly pushed back the omegas blonde locks away from his face,

"oh darling, we are supposed to hate each other. murderously so" jungkook had whispered it onto the swell of taehyungs lips.

and at that moment, taehyung found a dent in the impeccable layer jungkook had build around himself.

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almost broke my phone updating this chapter coz this app was logging me out every time uff (⋟﹏⋞)