coming back to his humble abode- a worn down shitty apartment, close to one of the poorest part of seoul is weirdly enough calming.

calming; as in the fake sense of protection those four walls provide, the familiarity of it all, the tinge of soothing scents,

despite the chillness that pertains in the atmosphere due to the very lack of a heater, it has a warmth of its own. and if jimin was there, it would be lively unlike the silence it has this evening.

well, there is another inhabitant in here though- their oreo.

just as taehyung carefully got out of his shoes and took a step inside, oreo came tumbling down with a loud "mreow", the black and white fur ball rubbing her face on taehyungs jeans, asking for attention.

he crouched down with a coo, taking her into his hand and leaving a loud smooch on her head, before rubbing under her chin- the feline happy and purring softly at it.

taehyung sat on their obnoxious yellow sofa that jimin had salvaged from somewhere an year ago, and gave all his undivided attention to oreo, talking to her in baby voice and asking if she stole more of jimins socks.

oreo, was the bestest girl ever- an year ago while coming back from college, then little kitten had followed after jimin and taehyung.

they just didn't have the heart to leave the stray kitten vulnerable outside.

so, they had took her in and proclaimed her as their child.

a few minutes in, taehyung deemed thats enough petting and decided to take a shower before jimin comes back from his dance practice.

so he put her down and went to the only bedroom in the apartment- the room strewn with both their belongings.

one step into the room and he felt an unwelcomed breeze grazing his skin. taehyung had gritted his teeth, as he went and closed the window with an unnecessary force.

jimin is always forgetful, never matter how much he tell him to lock everything up, always.

its dangerous, but surely thats hard for others to comprehend.

taehyung then got out of his hoodie, watching fondly the way oreo curled on the bedside.

then he sat his bum on the bed and slowly peeled off the socks from his foot.

the scar on his left foot was ugly as ever; the distorted skin just below the malleolus, pinkish in color; the little depression and discoloration there always leaving a reminder for him.

"you must survive, taehyung-ah" taehyung jerked his head at the glimpse that ran past his consciousness.

with a sigh he got up and trotted towards their bathroom.

he was much exhausted after the classes and part time job- his skin feeling sticky as always after working at that steamy ramen place.

but he is more than thankful for it- the pay from ramen place the only thing that help him to give his share of the apartment rent.

just as the shower was running, surprisingly luke warm, he can hear jimins voice outside, probably talking to oreo.

his shower gel smelled of vanilla and by the time he dried up, he felt much refreshed and a smile already on his face.

when he got out fully dressed, there was jimin sprawled on the bed, oreo sitting on top of his chest and purring contentedly.

"get off the bed, chim" taehyung swatted at jimins leg with the towel.

jimin murmured something, sounding suspiciously like a refusal.

and once taehyung got hold of jimins leg and started pulling him down, the dancer grumbled and got up, dragging himself to shower with a change of clothing.

he was about to go out and heat up the leftovers, when a call came from the shower.

"my towel, pretty please" a head poked out from behind the door, the orange wet hair now a shade darker.

taehyung with a roll of eyes pranched inside and took the abandoned towel throwing it at the others face, before giggling and making his way to the kitchen.

over downing kongguksu, both friends were huddled on the yellow couch, slurping down the broth with taehyung scrolling through his phone.

taehyungs schedule was packed considering he was in the final year. there were just so much to do.

"tae.. i might not be home tomorrow" jimin had said earning taehyungs attention.

taehyung was about to open his mouth, when jimin beat him to it.

"i know i know, i will text you the address" he put down the empty bowl.

"and use protection. i'm too young to be an uncle" taehyung retorted with a playful smirk.

"we are not going to fuck!" jimins voice was high pitched.

"sure sure" taehyung nonchalantly said.

"says the one who hasn't had any action in months, you have no right to sass on me" jimin was jumping onto the other, tackling taehyung down on the couch.

well, that ended with a tickle fight right on the yellow couch, until both had tears in their eyes from laughing. this was nice, far from nice.

"get you fat ass off me. i can't breathe" taehyung wheezed between another giggle.

jimin obediently got up, shaking his bum at taehyung before dashing off to kitchen.

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click-clack of boots resonated through the topmost floor of 'starlight', a splendid room with its transparent glass walls overlooking the entirety of seoul, had a guest today.

several men in suits of variations of dark colors halted just outside the room, them taking position by the door with their spine straight and hands behind their back.

only one had went inside.

his violet suit was pristine, the patel philippe on his wrist making a statement worth its price, slicked back hair revealing a flawless face and he had an aura of power- the type of power that brings fear.

he sits down on the plush chair behind the mahogany desk, clicking on his phone and left it on the desk in speaker mode.

the dull ring of the call reverberated along the room, as the man turned the rolling chair to gaze at the endless seoul ahead, right below him.

there was a silence that lasted a second when the call picked up.

"seokjin-ssi ?" the muffled voice of the person on the other end came through.

"i'm guessing you saw the news?" the response was eerily straightforward.

"so, you have a change of mind now" the voice from the call was smug.

there was a chuckle- followed by the man adjusting his posture to loosen the tightness of the suit around his shoulders.

"hm cant have my men bring too much attention, you see" the man leaned further onto the chair, a smirk tugging at the end of those lips.

"a union would be beneficial." he then said, voice dripping boredom.

"i will move forward with the preparations?" the voice from the phone smug as ever, enquired.

toying with his temper? never a good move.

"kim, i hope you didn't forget that your sons are alphas- biologically atleast." the man now turned on the chair to face the desk properly now, a tongue poking out to glide across the plush lower lip.

the line was silent for a second.

"thats no issue. i've an omega son" the voice sneered.

"ah a hidden son. classic " the man chuckled again.

"he is well mannered, seokjin-ssi. he will be a good omega for you." it sounded calm, but a careful person can pick up the annoyance.

"not for me, kim. my brother will be doing the honors" seokjin lazily said, glancing once at his watch.

"good. good. so we're going to be a family huh" the person on other end had a fake cheeriness.

"there are never relations in a jopok, kim. you know that better than me"

and the call ended with a tap of those elegant fingers.

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seokjin really isn't a man of principles; he is spontaneous, making him that more dangerous.

that aura of him could fool anyone to thinking he is an alpha. but seokjin is a beta.

there are people foolish enough to laugh about it- lucky ones had died with a single bullet to their head and few unlucky ones spend time in his basement begging to be killed.

nevertheless he is a witty person, a great companion, he's got quite the humor too. you can probably see him make one of his jokes at his men, over a severed head or blowing up an entire place.

at the grand mansion that is the headquarters of jeon empire, seokjin occupies the topmost floor; he just like being able to look down at everything.

his men stops outside the elevator as he gets in, riding up and getting outside the 4th floor.

the entire floor is his, all the rooms his own to enjoy- so its mostly silent there.

but there was a tall figure waiting outside the door just as he calculated.

"you're on time, joonie" seokjin walked across, a smirk on those pillowy lips, just by watching the way the figure stiffens.

"hyungnim" the man bows a ninety, straightening up and eyes meeting seokjins with that burning hatred.

oh, seokjin loves it.

"come in, come in" seokjin gestures as he gets into the room, its grand with color and luxury- a place which smells expensive like seokjin.

namjoon stood by the door awkwardly like everytime, freezing when seokjin closes the door behind.

seokjins step has a glide to it as he walks further into his bedroom, unbottoning his violet jacket and slowly sliding it down his shoulders and arms.

he's putting up a show, thriving under the pair of eyes watching him.

"hows your sister and mother doing?" he throws a glance back, lazily throwing the jacket into the king sized bed.

"they're doing fine, hyungnim" namjoon grits out, standing unmoving by the door, posture straight out of habit.

seokjin doesn't comment on that, because he didn't ask it out of concern. its a reminder for namjoon and the other sure knows it.

seokjins fingers unbuttons his own black shirt one by one and he sits on the edge of bed, on top of those silk sheets, gun holster secure around thin waist, legs apart and eyes pining namjoon.

the sudden spike in the alpha scent was evident, that hatred getting masked by want for a flicker on the eyes of the man standing by the door.

seokjin is just beautiful, built like a goddamn greek god- broad shoulders, defined torso, thin waist, a perfect face- he could've anyone he want, anything he want.

namjoons tries to not get distracted by the temptation- he knows the other is toying with him. atleast the weight of the police badge in his pocket holds him down.

"i want you to do something for me, joonie" seokjins nearly purrs.

"you know kim kyungjae? " seokjin leans a bit back, the black shirt gliding back to expose more skin.

namjoon asks over a gulp and furrowed brows- "kim jopok?"

seokjin didnt respond, just eyed namjoon up and down.

namjoon clears up his throat "head of kim jopok, currently under most wanted list of cia along with his two alpha sons. they mainly lurks in sex trafficking, drugs, illegal weapon trade with the yakuza-" he elaborates like an encyclopedia.

namjoon is brilliant and seokjin likes that.

"exactly" seokjin breathes out.

"he has an omega son somewhere. i want details on him" he adds, voice gently stern,

"will you do that for me, joonie?"

as if namjoon can say 'no'. if he could he wouldn't be betraying his profession and ethics like this, he wouldn't be a guard dog for a jopok.

and he sure knows, seokjin is keeping him in his place. seokjin no needs the help of a low laying police officer to find information on someone. he just thrives on others fear, his fear.

"i will, hyungnim" no matter how much namjoon tries to hide it, the hatred still laces his voice.

"good alpha" seokjin praises with a smirk.

namjoons gaze flickers down to seokjins exposed chest and the other does pick it.

"you may leave now, joonie" teasing, he loves teasing.

namjoon bows again, turning back, hurriedly opening the door and running out. every minute there was a torture to his soul.

later, seokjin's chuckles were the only thing that could be heard on the entire floor.

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