"He Was Your Responsibility, Jungkook!"

seokjins booming voice was uncharacteristic on the otherwise silent hospital corridor.

"He took those tests today morning. It was fucking negative" jungkook gripped his hair in frustration, looking not at all composed.

"t-those pregnancy kits are not always correct-- especially in omegas who have had difficulties conceiving" the doctor who was explaining to them outside the intensive care unit had timidly said.

"How the fuck would i know that?" the alpha had growled at the doctor causing her to flinch away.

"Shut up, jungkook-Stop Talking for fucks sake-" seokjin had no gentleness as he chastised the younger, his eyes nothing but angry and if their subordinates were there, their knees would have knocked together in fear.

jungkook had nothing but growled angrily, kicking at one of the metal chair before stomping away through the white hospital corridor, everyone passing by flinching away with the angry scents surrounding him.

"Save that baby no matter what, You understand?" seokjin had turned towards the doctor who was seconds away from running away in fear.

"w-we will try our best, sir" the doctor had breathed out before slipping back into the room in which taehyung was still laying unconsious.

for a second, seokjin just stared through the small window, watching numerous doctors flitting around the omega inside.

seokjin had made sure to admit taehyung into the best of the hospital, throwing some extra cash to keep all their mouths sealed.

if that baby manage to make it, that would easily reduce half of the problems in the jopok right now.

things have lately came to be not just about the contract but more like a play of power among the two rival mafias.

they could surely get an upper hand with this, also calm down the kims.

nevertheless, nothing would calm seokjins temper right now and the betrayal from namjoon was something he's not going to take lightly.

as the mafia head was walking through the corridors towards his car, his phone had ringed with an incoming call.

from the other end, hoseoks voice was barely audible-

"what should we do with park jimin, hyungnim?" hoseoks voice had asked over the people back in the warehouse turning everything back into order.

"get rid of him" seokjin command was final before he pocketed his phone and got into the car.

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jungkook was at one of the luxurious bars owned by the jeons.

he's been there for hours now, but it wasn't like anyone is going to question him except fill up the alphas glass over one flick of his finger.

jungkook was angry,

at everything.

from the turn of the events that day, to the way seokjin had screamed at him.

it was very much rare for seokjin to raise his voice at him, let alone talk like that.

it was not like jungkook was going to pout about it, but something about it ticks him off, making him think he's a failure.

afterall seokjin was the one he always looked up to, the only person he'd ever cared for,

thus his distraction for it right now was alcohol.

as jungkook downed glasses after glass, he wasn't surprised to feel manicured fingers gliding up his chest.

"you seem stressed, sir. young jeon" the sound was sultry and jungkook could see the flowing long black hair and a glimpse of red dress riding up pale thighs.

jungkook had just took another glass of whiskey to his lips.

"want me to help you with that?" the female voice was suggestive, her scent a sickly sweet, a bit too artificial.

jungkook took a glance.

it was kang's daughter, ayami, he thinks her name is.

seeing the gaze on her, ayami had corrected her posture, the v-neck of the dress dropping lower to expose her cleavage.

jungkook had seen that girl many times, kang was always keen on introducing them anyway.

and at times jungkook had indulged himself a bit on her; like having her on his lap on his club visits, like a decoration of sort.

eventhough ayami was keen on seducing jungkook, things never went anything further.

unlike the stereotype, jungkook wasn't a person to fuck every omega on his way. and when he had some pent up frustration to take care of, he had a willing husband right on his room.

but right now, jungkook didn't push her down when ayami climbed onto his lap on the dark corner of the bar.

it was momentarily distracting to watch her curves move, one of jungkooks hand going up to her exposed thighs at it.

she moved closer and jungkooks nose twitched at her too strong perfume scents.

jungkooks eyes remained glued to the end of the red dress on those milky thighs- but that red reminded him of something else.

again his mind takes him to the events of today, to taehyung,

and the realization that he was so strongly trying not to ponder on hits him.

that taehyung is pregnant.

that jungkook is going to be a father.

it was in one swift motion that jungkook pushed the girl on his lap away, her landing onto the floor with a yelp.

jungkook didnt even adjust his shirt buttons as he walked away to the door not even taking a glance back.

a father,

it was a concept foreign to him,

just a someone who abandoned him when he was still young.

father- something he always associated with hatred.

he is going to be a father now,

and jungkook doesn't like the emotions he is feeling along with it.

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"i'm so sorry, darling"

hoseok had said as he pointed his loaded gun at the trembling form of jimin.

currently the warehouse was cleaned and devoid of anyone except for yoongi, hoseok and jimin.

the alpha was now about to finish the last duty for him that day- to get rid of jimin and probably bury him or throw the body into han river.

"such a shame" hoseok had thought, for jimin seems to have sparkling university records and a pretty little thing like that would surely had got somewhere in life.

but anyway, the fact that jimin is orphan would make things easier for them- they wouldn't have to worry about anyone coming up with missing case reports.

hoseoks hand had tightened over the gun, finger gliding to the trigger,

but then,

"wait-"

yoongi had got infront of the gun, shielding the crying lump on the floor from the weapon.

"whats the matter, yoons?" hoseok had lowered his gun a little to look over questioningly at his lover.

"--just dont kill him" yoongi's face looked troubled, frustrated, looking up at his alpha.

"what do you mean? we already got hyungnim's orders."

"i dont know seok-ah--" yoongi had stammered.

he doesn't know,

he just doesn't know why he is troubled to see a gun raised at this omega; afterall he himself had killed many.

"just dont kill him"

hoseoks brows were furrowed as he looked down at his lovers eyes over the hiccups of the omega that the other was currently shielding.

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