there was warm rays hitting onto his bare back, it tingling with the warmth in a pleasant sort of way.

the sheets under him felt like clouds against his body, added with something so soft against him,

and jungkook, still tethering under sleep was reminded of the days he used to wake up cuddled by his mother- warm and surrounded by nicest of the scents.

a corner of his lips had lifted up in a faintest of smile, nuzzling more into whatever it was,

but another blare of his alarm had sense crashing onto his brain, head jolting up, eyes blinking over a groan;

only then he realized that the nice thing he almost cuddled to, was taehyung.

the alpha swore under his breath, muscles shifting as he moved to turn off the blaring alarm, then glaring at taehyungs form on the bed.

the omega was still fast asleep, mouth slightly open as puff of breath escaped him while closely hugging a pillow surrounded by all sorts of fabrics of his nest- and just the sight had jungkook itch in anger; because he is not at all used to seeing the omega look so... peaceful?

fear, helplessness, tears- those were familiar, but not this.

infact it wasn't the first time, but rather the third morning it had happened since the whole fiasco from the week back;

jungkook usually sleeps like a log in his side of the bed during the few hours he rarely get to rest. but lately he's been somehow waking up with his nose buried deep in taehyungs neck.

the alpha grunts again, looking up and stretching his strained neck muscles.

one look at the time and jungkook knew he'd have to get moving now if he'll have to make it on time for the meeting with his brother.

afterall he has far more important things to worry about than taehyung or his stupid changing scents.

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the meeting, as it turned to be was not that stressful.

seokjin already had an unsual smile on his plump lips, adorning one of his designer dress shirts instead of the suits, as he sat at the head of the table, straight and strong.

"we have two good news for today" the mafia leaders voice had said, leisurely leaning onto the chair, eyes flitting on from one person to another in the room.

it was such a jeon seokjin thing- on how attentive he is of everyone in the room. he would easily pick up any little missing detail,

those eyes had strayed a bit longer on hoseok, noticing how the others lap is empty without his beta lover proudly claiming the spot.

seokjins voice had nevertheless continued, his adams apple bobbing with every syllable he let out,

"we've got the second batch of the ammunitions from kims"

low excited murmurings had arose in the room- a prospect of getting new guns and bullets always exciting for the mafia members.

"the second one--" seokjins voice silenced everyone in the room. when the hyungnim speaks, no one dares to interrupt.

"we are throwing the party"

this time the talkings were much louder, seokjins eyes meeting jungkooks, them holding the stare with equally dangerous smirks.

the party as they call it, is called upon by the top tier jopoks- a privilege to the bigger fishes in the sea; it mostly to remind everyone the power, a show off in a way.

now that the jeon mafia had almost climbed over the low blows they faced in their lower ranks, thanks to the contract, them now very much equipped- it was the time of the year for them to throw a party of their own, with invites going out to every one of the mafia heads and their associates.

and this year, jeons had something else special to show off,

taehyung, most importantly the pup growing inside him.

a jeon-kim blood, everyone would be excited to hear more, and moreover they would be threatened.

even if its an unborn pup, it is a reminder of whats to come, precisely on the power that is being shared.

even if a steady flow of money is being transferred to kims account from the jeons- its a plain truth that the kims are not quite par with jeons yet.

so this time, it was jeons turn to take the reins.

as the mafia members exited the room, smug and satisfied, seokjin had stopped just short by hoseok,

"how's yoongi doing?"

the simple question had stopped the alpha in his tracks.

"yoons got a flu. so he is taking care of things from home" hoseok easily says with his blinding smile, hoping no one would notice the sweat building up on his forehead.

seokjin just nods, then eyeing his watch,

"--hope he would make it to the party"

"of course he wouldn't miss it, hyungnim" the alpha smiles with an easy laugh and the mafia leaders eyes narrow and plush lips curve.

"mmhm...tell yoongi to come meet me when he's feeling better" seokjin says before he too walks out of the room without waiting for an answer.

as the mafia leader walks through the corridor with mosaic floors, he had an exciting gleam in his eyes.

afterall seokjin now got a party to plan.

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when taehyung had woke up, it was unsurprisingly past 10 am.

the omega doesn't know if its the medicines or if its a pregnancy thing, he's been feeling rather lethargic lately.

in the loneliness of the room, he had dragged himself to the bathroom, the long tshirt pooling around his form as he brushed his teeth.

the first thing taehyung had done with the laptop and the card his husband had so graciously given him was, buy some wearable clothes.

still sleepy, taehyung had gently cocked his hip to the side of washbasin, only to hiss around the brush when his bruised hip stinged, it still not completely healed from were jungkook had kicked him that day.

speaking of the alpha, jungkook has been less of physical and verbal abuse but more of sneers and angry rumbles lately.

just last night taehyung got screamed at for playing a song on the laptop too loud for the alphas liking.

but he hadn't pulled out any knives on him so far nor any slaps or anything inappropriate as taehyung had feared.

so taehyung felt more sane and less like he is being tortured to death here.

finished with his morning routine, the omega had crawled back into his nest, taking up the laptop who has been his favorite companion lately, to resume the kdrama that he's been watching.

even if all the social medias were blocked, thankfully it had netflix.

half way through the episode, the romantic ost of it filling the room, but taehyung was long lost in his thoughts, gazing unaimingly at the fancy ceiling lights while the kdrama continued playing on the screen.

then he heard the ding of the elevator, followed by the maids coming in with the food.

they left soon, taehyung very much hungry as he opened thd lids one by one.

he frowned then, for the food lately has been nothing but carefully balanced diets- with too much greens and carefully cooked meats.

the omega couldn't really remember the last time he got his hands on a very greasy, messy burger.

either way for now, he was thankful that atleast he was getting food.

as taehyung took off one of the smaller lids on the tray, it to his surprise had no food, but rather a card.

on the small rectangular white paper, lined in gold was eagle wings- the insignia of the jeons.

"jeons welcomes you"

"20:09:21- 09:00pm

blues, gangnam"

the card had said, followed by seokjins signature, boldly at the bottom.

taehyung have seen these before.

"the party" invites.

his fingers gripped around the edges as his thoughts ran.

if this card reached him that means only one thing,

that he'll have to attend.

its not a choice, neither was this a polite invite but rather a heads up; because he knows how omegas are seen in this mafia realm, seen on how his step mother would dress up and dangle on his fathers arm prettily when they leave for such parties.

its dreadful just to think about,

dreadful enough to have him crush the invite card in his hand and throw it at the nearby wall in anger.

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