seokjin stood proud by the balcony, on the top, watching the party happen below him.

namjoon, clad in armani was standing by his side, face emotionless, muscles taunt as if he is restricting himself from running away from this place.

occasionally people worthy of meeting jeon seokjin would come up. they would kiss his knuckles and praise him hoping to get a business deal or for some favor, which the hyungnim handles without breaking a sweat.

and at times they're alone, he would rest his head on namjoon shoulder, asks the alpha if he needs a drink as he pours himself another.

by now there was an evident flush high up on seokjins cheeks from the amount of drinks he had.

its so uncharacteristic of seokjin, even namjoon is worried- because seokjin is always perfect, is always aware of himself and never goes overboard.

still its not like namjoon can stop the other. so he just watches from the sidelines as seokjin talks to people over sips of his drink.

downstairs, by the corner of the bar jungkook had his hand around taehyungs waist from where the alpha hugged the other from the back.

taehyung was confused, muddled by the tension around.

"such a pretty drink you chose for my omega" jungkook says pressing a kiss to taehyungs nape while his eyes are locked on the alpha still sitting by the stool with her tequila.

"such interesting choice" jungkook rumbles and quivers wrack taehyungs body.

then jungkook lets go of the omega before taking calculating steps towards the other alpha.

she was now seething.

"fuck you, jeon" she then spews, and taehyung audibly gasps behind jungkook.

by now there was a sizable audience gathered around them on being alerted by the high pheromones.

jungkook just chuckles.

"who set you up for this?"

she gave no answer.

and that was when jungkooks whole demeanor changed.

taehyung let out a cry when jungkook punched the other alpha square on her face, her falling backwards onto the floor with the force.

she growled even as blood trickled down her nose.

"jungkook--dont-" taehyung was panicking by now.

but jungkook just crouched down, his hand fisted onto her hair as he pulled her up and slammed her onto the counter.

"open up now-" jungkook smiles darkly then, the pretty pink drink that the other alpha offered for taehyung still in his hand.

she just growls menacingly.

jungkook have had enough.

he forcefully pushed the drink onto the female alphas lips and tipped it harshly.

her eyes had widened frantically then, gurgling sounds escaping her as she choked on the drink that flowed down her throat.

but, jungkook only stepped back when the glass was empty.

the other alpha was gasping for breath now, a panic evident on her face as she clawed at her chest.

"f-fuck you, jeon-- you prick you'll suffer- you will cry on your knees one day--" she screeched, her eyes fearfully wide as her body started twitching.

taehyungs legs nearly gave out when he saw her start to writhe on the floor, froth bubbles now trickling down her chin, nose steadily bleeding as she screamed in pain.

it was poisoned. his drink was poisoned.

"scum" jungkook said in distaste, wiping his hand on his coat before turning towards the bar.

he took a champagne bottle, took a big swig of the drink, then pulled a startled taehyung by the waist.

taehyung brain nearly short circuited when jungkooks lips met his own, a tongue prying open the omegas lips and the champagne from jungkooks mouth was now washing down the others throat while some trickled down between their lips.

the spectators gasped, some whistled and heavy murmurings arose.

and even when jungkook face moved away, taehyung was too stunned to move, only standing up because of the alphas hands supporting him, still too shocked to respond to anything, lips still tingling and throat burning.

taehyungs body had then heavily sagged onto jungkooks chest and his bleary eyes swipped over the spectators.

he saw fear.

he saw fear in their eyes.

the people who called him "jeons bitch" was now looking up at him with scared eyes.

and taehyung oddly felt powerful at that moment.

a power brought by the knowledge that carrying a jeon life made him worth to be a target,

made him worth to be protected,

made him worth to be feared.

and jungkook, he was still seething in anger.

how dare someone try hurt his omega right infront of his nose. he would have lost their pup if---

somehow that thought heightens his anger.

taehyung is his. his to provide, his to protect and his to hurt.

only his.

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hoseoks legs had staggered even if he was much sober now as he entered their apartment.

the alpha had took a cab right here after his fight with yoongi.

and now he felt so pathetic.

oh how he's always so weak for yoongi.

hoseok sneers at the cat sleeping curled up on the couch, then looked around for the other new inhabitant of the house- the culprit of all the mess.

hoseok had took angry steps, throat still clogged with unshed tears as he searched for jimin.

his red rimmed eyes skimmed over the floor, but he didn't see the familiar orange head. he then strided towards the basement where the omegas room is. the alpha angrily threw open the door but the messy bed was empty.

hoseoks eyes wavered. where the hell is the omega?

then he heard the light drizzling of water from the attached bathroom.

angry eyes hooded by the black hair, he stopped by the bathroom door to angrily knock- "come out, omega" he sneered.

there was more sloshing of water from inside, but other than that no movement or response.

now further angered, hoseok banged at the door, pushing at the knob only to realize the door wasn't locked from inside.

stepping inside, his clouded eyes scanned the small bathroom, until his eyes found the orange head inside the bathtub.

"you fucking ruined everything-- it was you!" the alpha seethed, his hand coming up to bang on the counter to causing several bottles there to tumble down.

"yoongi is mine. he is mine. dont you fucking dare take him away from me--" hoseok heaved angry breaths,

the lack of any response caused hoseok to stride forward,

and then he noticed it.

jimin was laying limb in the overflowing bathtub. his smooth skin was pale, too pale, pretty lips chapped and eyes screwed shut.

"--jimin?" hoseoks voice now came out concerned.

"shit jimin--" the alphas now frantic voice boomed across the bathroom walls.

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