《SECOND TRIAL | tk | ✓》55. TEARS
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there is probably nothing scarier than this; the realization that one might lose everything in seconds, but there is nothing to do to stop it.
he was helpless- surrounded by the stale concrete room that felt more like a cell now with no one to back him, him against probably tens of kim men and their weapons- what are the odds?
for now all jungkook could do was stand infront covering taehyungs bed, ready to face anything thats thrown on the way, eyes hard and face a fragile mask just as the door slammed open.
he heard one of the pup whimper by the startling sound and nothing but lead settled in his heart as he met kyungjae's eyes.
"what's with all the posturing, jeon. i'm just here to see my grandkids" the old man smirked as he dared to walk closer unbothered by the hostile pheromones or the alphas growl.
"oh my poor son! why are you even wasting your time in such a place-" kim looked around with distaste "-when you can be in our mansion" he said, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he met taehyungs hostile eyes.
"'m not coming with you" taehyungs voice was meek despite him wanting to be strong; not physically or mentally capable of handling anymore mess right now.
"not your decision, omega" kyungjae laughed and jungkook moved infront of him obstructing his view of taehyung.
"you have no business here, kim. Get lost" jungkook rumbled.
"you think so, jeon? last time i checked you both are divorced. so taehyung is my liability now" the kim leader smirked and jungkooks eyes momentarily faltered.
"dont worry, jeon. i can guarantee your pups will grow up well--hmm atleast that alpha pup-- they'll grow as kims" kyungjae's voice was nothing but triumphant as he moved close to taehyung, but jungkook physically pushed the man making his steps falter.
one flick of kyungjae's hand and kims men were charging against jungkook.
the alpha slid back with the force, but effectively tried to fight back, wringing ones neck and tackling another to ground as he fought back a fruitless fight.
"dont fucking touch my kids" jungkook roared as taehyungs distressed cry filled the room.
kyungjae had his hold on taehyungs arms, pulling down the omega from the bed as two men forcefully tried to take the pups away from the omega.
by now the commotions had woke up the entire organization, many running out through the doors at the sounds of gunshots that jungkook narrowly missed.
soon jungkook was pushed onto the corridor, the hand around his neck obstructing his airway as he clawed at the kim men, then taking the knife from his pocket in shivering hands and stabbed the same.
the alpha struggled for breath, being pushed and pulled between people who are evacuating the building as he tried to escape from the gun range of the kims; eyes flitting through the crowd to locate taehyung and the pups.
when he saw them, kyungjae was nearly dragging the weak omega who has barely recovered from the childbirth, followed by two men who had the pups in their arms.
taking the little window of time when the many kim men were distracted by crowd of running people, jungkook lunged at one of the man, getting a headlock from the back and squeezing, the pups hold on his slipping, but jungkook effectively caught the baby as the man went unconsious to the floor.
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standing there, breath accelerating, jungkook met taehyungs scared eyes from where the omega was getting dragged out of the door.
in the dark tunnel of light, jungkook could see the teary face; the hopelessness in taehyung,
"run--- run-" the omega mouthed to him,
because there was no way jungkook could fight all these men and if they could atleast save one of their child from the kims clutches...
so jungkook turned around and ran, opposite to the people running, away from taehyungs distressed scents and his alpha pups wailing cries.
jungkook held the whimpering bundle close to his chest as men chased after them.
it was aimless as he ran with all his will through the dark, cold corridor as shouts can be heard after him, until he reached a room that looked like kitchen and chased out of a back door into the cold night air.
barely twenty four hours after they reached here, jungkook was now exiting through the unkept back lawn, jumping over a low fence with one arm tight around the omega pup.
jungkook was sure one of his leg is sprained, but that didn't deter his momentum; now as he is on the road, the very few passersby gave him odd looks followed by screams of terror when they see the men chasing behind with guns.
the streetlights illuminated in and out, and his body was protesting as the running progressed into darker routes only illuminated with moonlight.
just then jungkook turned to a dark alley, covering himself behind a dumpster before his body give up, hiding himself behind the platic bags and his scent under the smell of garbage.
when the baby made a little gurgle, jungkook was quick to shush.
"shhh-- its okay, its okay" he gently rocked himself, holding his breath when a stampede of steps rushed past him in the dark barely a feet away.
he didn't dare to move until the confused shouts and steps of kim men dissappeared into distance before he slumped into the alley wall covered in moss.
jungkook quickly looked down at the bundle in his arm, moving the cloth until the little head peaked out. jungkook supported the pups head as he looked everywhere for any visible injury on the omega pup, from the six toes to the static hair on the pups head and sighed relieved when he found none.
the pair of doe eyes looked at him with open mouth and jungkook pulled the baby to his chest again, covering the barely a day old pup with his warmth against the cold night.
"you're okay. we're okay." jungkook whispered to himself as he breathed the milky scent of the pup which was still covered in his twin brothers and eommas scent.
in his process to calm himself down, jungkook stilled when he heard a crunch of foot step nearby.
jungkooks hand immediately went to the unused gun in his pocket, eyes suddenly alert, but the shadow that peeked around the dumpster was rather short, and the light from one of the passing vehicle revealed that it was a kid.
"hello, mister. are you alright?" the little voice asked tentative, but jungkook didn't reply.
so the curious kid took another step forward, wide slanted eyes squinting to look closer before crouching down to meet jungkooks hostile glare.
what the hell is this kid even doing all alone at night?
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"how old are you, kid?" jungkook instead asks and the little form straightens before proudly answering, "i am thirteen!".
"go home, kiddo" jungkook scoffs before slumping onto the wall, pulling the baby closer when the kids eyes fall on the fluffy bundle.
the kid however continued staring, squinting and sometimes leaning closer and then he gasps loud.
"jeon...?" the kid whispers as if in disbelief before he exclaims and does a full ninety degree bow onto the dirty ground,
"Young master jeon! Its such an honor to meet you!"
jungkook startles, so does the baby and jungkook curses under his breath, before pulling the kid by the collar to behind the dumpster.
"shush. dont scream" jungkook whisper chides and the kid nods quickly, nearly with starts shining in his eyes.
"how do you even know me?" the alpha asks incredulous.
"i used to be a runner for jeons!" the kid says excitedly, "until grandpa found out and i had to stop" he slumbs on the ground with a pout.
"-the fuckers recruit babies?" jungkook says under his breath, rubbing his forehead wondering the fuck was going on in the lower levels of his mafia.
the kid however settles comfortably onto the ground near jungkook giddily, wild mope of hair moving as he continued staring at jungkook in admiration.
"young master jeon? whose baby is that?" he then asks.
"mine." jungkook rumbles, affronted.
the kids eyes sparkles again,
"oh! its the young prince jeon?" the kid says in awe and jungkooks lips quip up.
"whats your name, kid?" the alpha then asks.
"choi insu!" the kid says with a face proud beyond the age.
"do you know any place where i can crash, insu?"
and that precisely how jungkook find himself tiptoeing behind the thirteen year old who led him as if he's a spy in a villain movie into a run down apartment complex that looked so unused and a quarter empty.
"wait here" insu whisper yells before running into the single apartment on the floor that had lighting.
minutes later insu came running with a pair of keys giggling in his hands, before taking one of jungkooks hands that isn't holding the baby and guiding him in the dark towards upstairs.
"its my grandpa's building. you can live here" he says with finality of an owner as he opened one of the unlived room on the floor with the keys.
"will this be enough, young master jeon?" the kids asks looking up.
the alpha looks around the dusty apartment, devoid of furniture or lighting and then nods at the kid.
"i have to go now or grandpa and grandma will worry" insu then says before inching towards the door.
"if you need anything, whisper my name from the right most window on the ground floor and i will come running, 'kay?" the kid says with a serious face and jungkook fights a smile despite his exhaustion.
just as the kid was about to exit, jungkook calls after,
"--insu!" the kid looks back,
"you cant tell anyone in the circle about me being here" jungkook says serious. he doesn't think the kid will be having any contact anymore, but it wouldn't hurt to be cautious.
"yes, young master jeon!" the kid salutes before sauntering down the stairs.
"there you are, insu. i told you to not go out at night."
"i was just watching the stars, grandpa"
jungkook locks the door silently as the conversations from the ground floor flows.
the alpha moves inside the old apartment room guided by the moonlight filtering through the window and opens it to let in some fresh air.
he then slides down the wall onto the floor, heaving a breath.
atleast he escaped for the night; he is sure he'll be kicked out by morning if insu's guardians find out and jungkook really cant afford to make a scene, not when he is so lost with no money and people tailing after to kill him.
the pup gurgles then, frustrated whimpers leaving the baby as little fists scrunches jungkooks hoodie and squirms.
maybe the pup is hungry or he wants his mother? jungkook really doesn't know.
as he moved to position the baby comfortably did the realization hit him,
that he was holding his pup for the first time.
jungkooks eyes widened then, straightening his posture and hands suddenly fumbling and securing the pup carefully, now a bit worried that he might drop and hurt the pup.
the pup whimpered again, little heart wrenching wails leaving the baby as it tried to nuzzle onto his alpha father for comfort.
oh jungkook wished he could provide better.
if they were back in the jeon mansion and none of this happened, he would have bought them anything and everything; the best blankets, toys and anything they asked for.
then he wouldn't have to see his pups getting separated or himself from taehyung.
then his little baby wouldn't have to whimper with an empty stomach barely a day into this world.
and jungkook was so helpless.
he doesn't even know if he will survive another day?
he doesn't know if taehyung and his other pup is safe?
and he so doesn't know how to soothe the pup crying in his arms.
jungkooks breath hitched as he stared into the darkness as he continued rocking himself and the baby.
in that dark apartment, jungkook might have looked nothing like the mafia leader that reigned terror on people or the ceo that made a business flourish with his confidence.
here, jungkook was just a father, just a human, with all the feelings and emotions he had buried hidden.
"i'm sorry" it came out of his throat, strained as he looked down at his pup.
"i'm so-- sorry" his chest heaved and his hands shook.
the alpha doesn't realize he was crying until one tear drop fell onto the babys rosy cheeks.
He cant be crying. No, he cant!
but no matter how much he rubbed at his eyes or tried to level his breaths, he couldn't stop them.
afterall he had a lifetime worth of tears that needed release.
for the childhood he lost, the grief of his fathers death, the mother who abandoned him, endless years of fights, injuries and bad decisions...
for his brother, for taehyung, for his pups and for himself...
jungkooks broken cries felt foreign to his own ears as he sobbed- in raised tides drowning a broken soul, every sorrow spilled out of him as tears from his eyes and cries of an aching heart.
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Она очаровывает его и слепит каким то странным, новым, неизведанным ощущением, завораживает своими руками, заглушает эмоции и вытаскивает наружу из самых глубинок сердца только самое хорошее. Невероятно, ему так тепло.(Под песню Fleur - Будь моим смыслом. )
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