everything feels cold,

there is coat of icyness over his body, tingling on his toes, nose like a ruby red ice, lips numb-

taehyung presses closer towards the body next to him, seeking warmth, his lips meeting the skin and the mellow of it spreads through him like light, fresh and familiar.

so he drapes himself closer, greedy for more and the figure near him stirs and starts to move away.

the omega panics for a brief moment; the loneliness and abandonment always aching to surface and he curls in closer, whispers out a "dont go" the same way he used to beg when jungkook would leave him in the post sex cloudiness, floating, as if he is of no good.

as usual, his protests goes unheard, because the body was retreating and taehyung is left to curl on jungkooks pillow to soak up the residual warmth to cover up the hollowness that his omega feels.

the next time taehyung wakes up, there is more light outside even through the light pelting of snow outside from the sky.

he shivers, less at the cold and more at the unfamiliarity, in the knowledge that he slept without the protection of a nest- but taehyung was done moping over it. so he let his feets envelope the softness of hotel slippers, grimacing at his left foot when it aches and proceeds with his morning routine.

when he steps out of the room, dressed simple yet warm, a hand unconsciously over his belly which doesn't even show through the layer of clothes, he trots, not really a place in mind, but rather wanting to have some fresh air.

there were many of jungkooks bodyguards still littered around the place, their eyes following him around for sometime until they're sure taehyung isn't going to try something foolish.

so after a breakfast of strawberry waffles that he ate watching the drizzle of snow, feeling a peace he hasn't felt in so long, taehyung started thinking again.

"because thats easier"

"their path waits for breaking"

jungkooks words are echoing in his head.

they are true, taehyung knows that.

but that doesn't justify all the things jungkook has done to him.

the omega doesn't even know what to name it anymore; jeon-kim rivalry? marital abuse? or jungkook is a sadist?

taehyung had tried to view it from jungkooks place. he knows the other might never had a proper upbringing, it together with all the alpha aggression and mafia life can never make something nice,

but, taehyung himself had gone through horrible stuffs, but that didn't make him a monster, yet.

yes, hating could be easier and their path is a peril. but its not like taehyung is asking the alpha to love him.

he has to pop out two of their babies soon and that freaks him out as it is,

and the least jungkook can try is to make it a less worse, just be a little considerate to him.

by the end of his train of thought, the omega had devoured the last of the strawberry and licked his finger clean, then thanking the staff as he bundled the coat higher and made his way back to the room.

he shed out of the coat now that he's in the warmth of the room, nose unconsiously twitching to breath in the lingering alpha scents just to comfort his omega as he took his vitamin tablets.

then he heard the door click open and sighed, partly in relief and annoyance- because jungkooks presence is always confusing to him.

but there was no jungkook,

instead there stood three unknown figures.

all taehyung got time was for to see one taunting smile, gleam of a gun and a deja vu of the day hoseok and yoongi popped up in his old apartment and all this mess started.

at a fleeting moment of panic, the first name that came to his tongue was of jungkooks.

but before he can even scream, there was a haze of white cloth on his face and his vision blurring at the inhale of the acrid smell of chemical.

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two of his security team dead and his omega missing.

jungkook had half a mind to put bullets through the heads of the rest of the bodyguards who now stood head hung as he seethed and wrung a vase at the nearby wall.

well for one, jungkook doesn't have to think too much to find who the culprit is.

only that arrogant iwasaki whom he came here to meet would attempt at something like this

its all games and fun for that old man and in any other year jungkook would have gritted his teeth and entertained him.

but this time that bastard involved his pregnant omega and thats not a fair game.

it didn't take long for the call to come,

"hey JK" the mans gravely yet a voice of weight, happy even if mocking, came through.

"where is he?" jungkook voice replied calm.

"if i tell you, then where is the fun in that?" the other voice exasperated.

"then what do you want?" jungkook asks, monotone.

"ah now thats more fun" the man laughs.

"a game. back in the rings. i got a new boy i wanna test" mr.iwasaki says, voice mischievous.

jungkook sighs through his nose, loosening the top button with a force that probably left a tear.

"come on Jk. be more fun" the man drawls through the phone.

"or i can keep that pretty little omega of yours for myself" he adds and jungkook rumbles low, clearly in warning.

"fine" jungkook atlast grits out and he can hear the way iwasaki claps his hands and mutters out things in excited japanese.

"see you there, JK" mr. iwasaki then says before the call ends.

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taehyung woke up to chaos.

everything is too bright,

too many colors,

artificial sweet scents all over the air,

loud talkings, music booming,

red lips,

lace and leather,

glitter,

there is an omega half naked in the couch next to him?

infact, there are many people in scandalous clothing.

the scream that taehyung was about to let out all but got stuck in his throat causing him to violently cough out.

and that did cause a few heads to turn towards him.

"oh you're awake?"

taehyung blinks.

"who was he again?"

"young jeons omega"

"who? that korean hot shot?"

"aw no. he got taken?"

taehyung heard the murmurings around, thankful for the little japanese he knows.

"why are all the hot guys taken?! i'm tired of sucking wrinkly dicks!" someone exclaims and taehyung is scandalized.

"hey there!" a face suddenly pops up infront of taehyung and he instinctively backs off on the couch, averting his eyes, blushing because of the others attire or lets say by the "lack of attire".

the girls seems to be comfortable as she then proceeds to adjust her bralette, as more people, all omegas, huddle around them.

"uh what is this place?" taehyung asks, suddenly self conscious under the attention.

"Ruby!" one girl cheerfully says, as if it should ring a bell to taehyung.

seeing the confused look on taehyungs face, someone elaborates,

"its a brothel"

all the warning bells in taehyungs brain went on at once.

a brothel? someone kidnapped him and sold him to a brothel?

where the fuck is jungkook when he needs him?!

taehyung was close to hyperventilating when someone giggled and casually said a- "relax. you're not here to work"

"but we really need to get you out of this" the same omega said with a distasteful look towards taehyungs clothes.

"no. i'm fine." taehyung tried his best to wiggle his way out, but he was already being hauled out of the couch into another room.

"sorry hon. boss man's order" the girl giggles before taehyung was met with an onslaught of glitter, lace, fur and bedazzles.

then all that happened was as if taehyung got thrown into an r rated disney movie.

they did try to coaz taehyung into a dress that had more holes than fabric to which taehyung screamed out a "I'm pregnant."

that turned into a chorus of coos and aws which increased tenfolds when the omega said he's expecting twins.

and somehow by the end of it, taehyung was in a black short dress with slits , glitter under his eyes, blue hair styled back and giggling when one of the girls put blush on his nose.

but all the chatter and fun died out when another presence made an entrance to whom everyone bowed with utters of "mr. iwasaki".

the man clearly was handsome for his age, in a vibrant suit and all sharp jaws and muscles took an appreciative glance of taehyung that had the omega squirming uncomfortably.

"no wonder jeon decided to fight for ya" the man drawls before he had his hands around taehyungs upper arm and was dragging him towards where the heavy music and screams were coming from.

"jungkook fighting for him?" curiosity finally took over his attempt of protests as he was lead out, multiple body guards and omegas dressed similar to him by the person dragging him,

and soon he was standing at an upper stage of sorts where mr.iwasaki took a seat in a throne with a lapful of an omega and a few at his feets, giggling and fluttering lashes.

and there was a sea of people down infront of them, all screaming, betting, packed with raging pheromones,

and a boxing ring at the centre.

there was a man, who looked more like a monster out of a sci-fi film, an alpha surely, rippling muscles, veins popping, growling as the crowd cheered for him.

and another announcement in japanese, that said something in the lines of "opponent of tyson X ---".

then a deafening scream of "JK!!!" later-

feed 'em to the lions began to play in the loud speakers, the floor vibrating with the energy as another figure made its entrance between the parted sea of people.

it only took one glance for taehyung to understand that this "JK" is his alpha, jungkook.

jungkooks steps matched the explicit rhythm of the song, his head covered by the hood of the robe tilted down in a dangerous stance, his chest bare, sleeves straining as he gripped the ropes and jumped into the ring, facing this "tyson X" who is easily twice his size.

and taehyung thought- "this is it... he is going to become a widow tonight."

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