"you must survive, taehyung-ah"

it had felt like ages since taehyung last heard those words in his head;

truthfully hadn't heard it since he started not bothering to live, but just existing where life takes him.

but once he had heard those tiny sets of heartbeats, taehyung wanted to live again.

in the hospital, bone tired from the fever and exhaustion, a scanning was done to check if the pups were okay,

and when the doctor asked if he wanted to hear the pups heartbeats, taehyung had let out a shaky nod, tired eyes intent at the screen where the two blobs looked much bigger than he remembers.

the twin thud thud thud had repeated from the monitor, one slightly faster than the other and taehyung had promptly broken into tears-

not the happy tears the doctor was used to in this room, but rather loud wails, face screwed in agony, scents of pain regret and love, lots of it filling the air.

it was then it hit taehyung that he was going to be a mother,

and that no matter how much he was not ready for it, those are his pups and he has so much love to give to them.

he wont be able to do it.

he wont be able to abandon his pups inside the mafia world and just escape on his own.

he want to see them, watching them grow and protect his babies with everything he can.

protectiveness, too fierce now filling his heart, something tenfolds greater than what he used to feel for his mother or jimin, one his omega fully knew but only able to express it now; it even showing through his shimmering blue eyes and weaving its way out hand in hand with the cloud of distress,

and it was dr.mio's words then that had brought a resemblance of sanity within him, her desperate eyes that had thrusted a crumbled paper into his hand before getting discharged or those kind eyes that told him to not give up.

taehyung laying limbly in that hospital bed, remnants of the fever still clinging to him, confused and shaken, didnt even bothering to check what the paper in his curled fist was.

"omega right organizations. when you need help, call them" the woman had said in a hurry before exiting from his vision.

oh only if she'd knew the mess he was in.

from experience he had already came with terms that going for outside help would only put everyone in trouble.

but now in the silent plane ride back to korea, not under watchful eyes of his husband who is working in one of the front seats and the weightless paper feeling like a ton in his pant pockets, the omega willed himself to shed a few silent tears.

what if he fight one last time?

like the brave taehyung that escaped the kim mansion, survived days on dirty streets, got into the university, worked through many jobs and still survived.

will life take everything away from him again like last time?

taehyung doesn't know.

but maybe its worth living and fighting for his pups than abandoning them and slowly withering away in regret.

the omega had leaned onto the plush chairs of the first class seats, curling sideways with his hand gently rubbing over the bump.

"eomma will always protect you both" taehyung wanted to say. but he couldn't make a promise he is not sure he can keep.

but oh taehyung is going to try his damndest...

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even if the plane ride was short and comfortable, taehyung was bone tired by the time they landed; half night too lost in thoughts and then getting excited over a painting, taehyung barely slept even after the fever frayed.

thankful that atleast jungkook didn't make him carry his bags, he wobbled after the other, hand still instinctively over his bump while passing inside the busy airport, all the while letting out many deep sighs.

by the time they reached the jeon mansion, taehyung haven't had it in him to grimace at the sight of the hell as he and jungkook rode up the elevator onto the familiar floor.

and once in his room, his frown deepened at the sight of the empty bed for he had packed the nest into a suitcase hoping to take it when they departed.

fully knowing he wont have a good rest until he is buried inside the warmth of his nest, he waddled towards the abandoned suitcase on the floor lying in the exact place since they left.

while jungkook settled himself, bags and coat left on the table and getting changed onto comfy sweats right infront of taehyung without any care for modesty, the omega hauled the blankets onto the bed, occasionally nuzzling and sighing into the fuzziest of it as he arranged them in a circle in whatever places he can that was not occupied by the alpha who was now laying on their bed scrolling through the phone.

taehyung didn't bother perfecting his nest for now for he was getting too tired. afterall lately his body has been acting on its own- always tired, craving for foods he has no means of getting here, too many bathroom trips and swollen limbs.

if he used to hate all that before, now he likely doesn't; for all those symptoms means that his pups are growing well.

when he was scenting the last of the blankets, he felt that feeling again and he cupped his bump.

they are not really kicks, but flutterings as if the pups are changing positions inside and taehyung still hasn't gotten used to those yet.

the omega let out a tired groan leaning into the nest, lips jutted out as he caressed the taunt skin over the bump trying to soothe both himself and the pups.

"again?" taehyung nearly flinched back when the alpha suddenly appeared nearer to him.

taehyung just frowned not bothering to reply.

he felt jungkook scoot in closer, warmth from his bare torso comforting yet intimidating to him,

but when the alphas one hand extended towards his bump, taehyung was quick to slap it away with a hiss he didn't even try to hide.

"tone down that attitude" jungkooks eyes lost the initial curiosity, it hardening as he met taehyungs glaring ones.

and jungkook tried again, hands going over taehyungs bump only for the other to hiss out a "Dont-" again, hands protectively covering around his middle.

jungkook might be his alpha, the father of his pups and he might deserve an equal chance through this,

oh but after all the things jungkook put taehyung through, all that overshadowed deeming jungkook a threat to his pups.

afterall when had ever jungkook touched him with care? those hands had only left bruises, ones that are still healing and taehyung isn't going to allow those hands anywhere near his pups.

but the balant disrespect only seems to displease jungkook as he rumbled low in warning and caught taehyungs wrist that was stopping him.

taehyung tried to back away into his nest hoping to push jungkook away, but the alpha seemed too adamant- whether if its to feel the pups or just to distress taehyung.

when jungkooks hand caught onto the end of his sweater, panic rose inside the omega.

the added weight of his bump has been limiting his mobility making him unable to move as the other loomed over him, eyes intent on the bump when he came face to it, almost fascinated.

but to taehyung he only looked like a predator who will try to hurt his pups, to which his senses screamed protect protect protect.

when jungkooks fingers so much as grazed over him, taehyung sucked in a sharp breath and thrashed,

and through the mess of the blankets now disentangled around him, taehyungs fingers grabbed the first hard thing that caught his hand and flunged it at jungkook.

he didn't even realize, didn't even care- one of the many useless things in the room kept for aesthetics, a vase with black and gold patterns that weighs too heavy for its small size kept on the bedside table, with which taehyung just hit jungkook square in the head.

the vase promptly broke into shards of white which scattered everywhere on the bed and floor, and a gasp followed alongwith its clattering sound.

feeling the grip loosening on him, taehyung pushed himself back, putting a pillow protectively infront of him as his glazy eyes stared wide at the alpha.

jungkook was frozen on the bed, too statue like for someone who just got hit in the head; then he blinked.

"..what just-?" it came kind of choked out of the alpha; taehyung got him in quite a surprise, crimson blood slowly tricked down jungkooks forehead from somewhere under his hair.

then his face screwed up minutely as if he's finally catching up to the pain, then clutched his head where the hit took.

taehyungs eyes widened from were he was curled up, he himself catching up to what he just did.

taehyung laid unmoving hoping jungkook would forget his existence as he watched the other broke out into stuttering curses, still clutching his head as the alpha slid off the bed making an unsteady way to the mirror.

the omega over his own slowly calming breaths stared at the droplets of blood and ceramic pieces on the floor as explicit profanities continued from the ensuite where jungkook is hopefully patching up the wound.

atleast that the alpha was good at considering how much he gets hurt in his line of business.

about an eternity later jungkook banged open the bathroom door with too much force, a bandage now sporting his forehead, later looming over taehyung where he is curled on the end of the bed.

"What did you think you were doing?!" he growled, hand this time going for taehyungs blue strands, pulling it so that taehyungs tear stained face is infront of him.

"you can hurt me. but i wont allow you to hurt the pups" taehyung whimpered, repeating it again and again, slightly shivering around the angry alpha scents.

if this was before taehyung looked so obviously pregnant, skin still feverish, hands so fiercely protective over his bump, jungkook would've threw him out of the window off the sixth floor.

right now, he slapped taehyung onto the cushion of the bed, crowding him onto it, body sagging against the omega careful over the bump as jungkook pushed his face onto the others neck.

because right now jungkook really really needed to calm down before he does something he will regret.

when taehyung squeaked and tried to wriggle away, jungkook wrenched him down by the collar of the shirt and promptly bit him on the neck, not letting him go and effectively caged taehyung under him.

the alpha breathed in the scent, noting the variations until his own anger calmed down and his grip on taehyung loosened enough to be not painful.

when his head throbbed in reminding pain, he nipped taehyungs neck a little harder and taehyung whimpered.

then jungkook settled on the side as the night progressed and taehyungs own eyes drooped in exhaustion despite the blood and shards of vases around him.

probably minutes or hours later, thinking taehyung is fast asleep, jungkooks pointer finger curiously moved towards the bump now between them,

and for a second time jungkook was caught off guard by taehyung swatting him right on the head, the bandage staining red as the alpha hissed and turned to the other side facing away from the omega, again growling out curses which taehyung hopes their pups aren't hearing.

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