"dreams can come true,

but nightmares are dreams too"

taehyung had read it somewhere years ago.

that quote could probably describe the course of his entire life, with a slight addition that taehyungs nightmares just never end within his sleep.

"who did you kill?"

even if the omega was just surfacing from the nightmare to reality, he could clearly hear jungkooks morning voice somewhere close to his ear.

who did u kill? - taehyung doesn't know his name. it never mattered.

"-he killed my eomma."

it was more like a murmur from his lips as he shuffled in the bed, burrowing himself further into the warmth of the nest.

there was a hum, it reverberating against the skin of his neck where jungkooks face finds abode every morning these days.

nowadays the alpha doesn't even bother to hide it, instead only curls around the omega futher; almost greedily scenting him in the morning to leave a musk of his own along with taehyungs sweetness.

"was he the only one?"

the questions continued.

"hmm..." taehyungs agreeing hum was irritated as he tried to wiggle away from the alpha, but one tattooed hand only pinned him down then feeling up the curve of his waist down to the light swell of his bump.

"how did you kill him?" there was the third question.

taehyung didn't want to think more about that process- honestly it was rather uneventful. nevertheless it still haunted him the same till this minute.

"i was around sixteen. one night appa called for me--" as he walked down the memory lane, he slowly slumped into the alphas hold.

his eyes were still closed as he continued, " he had already caught him, a hitman... said it was my right to take the revenge-"

he doesn't even remember that persons face, was too freaked out and hyperventilating as his dad threw the gun at him- threatening, manipulating, screamed at him until taehyung took the gun in his shaking hands.

his father never was a man of mercy and he had hunted down that hitman for years until he caught him.

was it because kyungjae loved his mother? no.

instead revenge because the hitman had destroyed one of his 'property'.

and maybe taehyung didn't feel that much of a gulit back then, because that person had took away the one good person he had in his life.

his mom had deserved to live more.

"i had just shot him in the head." taehyung stopped it there.

the omega himself wondered why he was sharing all this with jungkook, tangled in bed in a lazy morning, sharing their murder stories as if they are sweet nothings whispered by lovers.

but maybe it is because he know it wont phase the other; that jungkook who must have killed more people than he can count, so the alpha cant judge him.

nevertheless he tried to roll away from jungkook, legs kicking upto untangle himself from the mess of a nest, just because cuddling jungkook feels more like hugging a bomb about to explode any moment.

he heard, more like felt, the growl that threatened to spill off jungkook against himself, and when the alpha pulled him impossibly closer taehyung ended up facing the other, eyes now more wide open.

taehyung blinked his eyes further, but all he saw was the tousle of black hair and the coldness of the alphas nose against his neck.

jungkook groans appreciatively over a breath of the omegas scent like a man tasting the finest of liquor,

and taehyung shuddered, almost like an instantaneous reaction to the alpha as he felt dwarfed against the strong body enveloping him.

his attire which is still the dress he was wearing from yesterday, the croptop that now uncomfortably clinged to his frame gave jungkook all the access to smother his tummy,

and taehyung cant bring it in himself to protest because it feels like a thousand dragons are fluttering inside him.

oh how his own body is betraying him nowadays.

when jungkooks face finally came into his view- the alpha looked positively sleepy, dark circles that mark his eyes looking more concerning in the morning puffiness of his face, chapped lips and a mole peaking from under the pillow of his lower lip.

the alphas eyes then darted towards the others lips while licking his own,eyes now narrowing as if it is trying to gain back its dangerous-ness.

and when the alpha leaned down, taehyung averted his face causing the lips to end up on his right cheek, followed by an annoyed huff from the alpha and hands tightening by his waist.

but jungkook doesn't seem to back down from whatever little game they are playing, because when he suddenly felt two large palms squeezing his ass, taehyung squawked loud, one knee jerking, it hitting jungkook right in the chest.

but it didn't even tickle the alpha considering he only crowded him deeper into the bed, until he can get his lips on taehyungs in a chaste kiss.

"have you ever heard of 'consent'?!" taehyung tried to push the alpha away.

"its just a kiss" the other lazily shrugged.

"but, I hate kissing you." taehyung grumbled, a word he's been using a lot lately- annoyed, embarrassed because he needs to get out of this bed,

because his own body doesn't cooperate with him anymore and he feels the telltale stickiness of slick down the south in response to the alphas proximity.

"you sure?" jungkook might have noticed the spike of the scent because he was so damn cocky.

"-hormones" taehyung grumbles further and the omega thinks he saw a ghost of a smile on jungkooks lips.

that somehow annoys him more.

"get off me- get off" taehyung practically thrashes then, limbs flailing until he has jungkook off of him.

his legs got tangled in the sheets and he swayed, jungkooks hands had flew up to steady him, "careful about the pups-" the alpha reminded.

"-i dont care about you or your damn pups" the omega couldn't help but curse out.

taehyung doesn't think he particularly hate the babies he is carrying- but it was a fact that he was never ready for it, that it was forced upon him and he kind of does hate that his worth is dwindled just to the pups.

"mind your words" jungkooks voice was a warning.

"i said i dont fucking care" taehyung was seething.

the next second he felt hands on his leg and he toppled onto the bed, hurt foot twisting, his eyes meeting the illuminated ceiling.

"I said mind your words." each word was a low growl and jungkooks eyes shone red.

"jungk-"

"You are supposed to take care of my pups, omega"

"h-hurts--"

"-Never dare talk like that"

"a-alpha it hurts-"

when only taehyungs voice morphed into a sob did the words finally registered jungkooks brain.

jungkooks hands flew away from the omegas torso where he was gripping onto the other too hard.

taehyung shuddered and curled in on himself and winced where jungkook fingers left bruises on his waist and ribs.

taehyungs scent soured and he whimpered because, he just had no one,

no one who cares about him.

the alpha, his alpha, to which his omega seemed to be so dependent on only hurts him more and more.

there was only hurt and rejection.

he was scared, he was confused because as much as the jeons may rejoice on the news of twins, taehyung had only freaked out more.

and somehow his thoughts on getting freedom in 10 months is morphing into dread the more he think about it.

was he supposed to give birth and just leave?

can he become cruel as that?

maybe this was all his punishment for taking away a life.

maybe the world just decided to be cruel just to him.

"if i am supposed to take care of the pups...then--then aren't you supposed to protect us too?" taehyungs voice was a quiver as he exhaled and continued.

"then why? why do you always end up hurting me?"

jungkook was stoic as ever as he watched the omega, more like the bruises; the dark uneven one above the others hips from where he had kicked him, now the indents of his fingers on the others waist and above the bump.

"if my pups ever get hurt-- i-it will be because of you. not me"

taehyungs voice was the truth.

taehyung never got a response and he didn't bother asking more.

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" Switzerland

latitide: 42 6249

longitude: 8.031"

the paper yoongi had given to seokjin had read.

seokjin had gave him a nod of his head, it an approval for completing the task given, before yoongi was descending down the elevator, a relieved sigh left out him all the while worrying about what seokjin was planning.

the beta was surprised to see hoseok lazily walking through the ground floor corridor.

just as the alpha noticed him he had smiled, but that smile doesn't really reach his eyes as it usually does.

"rough day?" yoongi had asked as soon as he was in arms length.

hoseok had only pulled the other closer to bury his face into yoongi's neck breathing in his clean scent.

hoseok truly did have a rough day- the interrogation, the killing, an angry boss and a distressed omega- the combination was never really good.

it had left his own alpha restless, too much adrenaline pumping through his body and he was indeed relieved to see yoongi.

"-need you" it was a rumble as hoseok pulled the other more closer.

yoongi's eyes had widened a fraction.

"not here. let get back home" yoongi soothed a hand down hoseoks jaw, smoothing down the frown of his eyebrows.

yoongi sometimes thinks hoseok is losing his brightness as the days pass.

when he had first saw the alpha, probably a week or so after master jeon had took the beta under his wing, yoongi was almost annoyed by the too chirpy alpha.

like how can someone look so happy in such a place.

but later yoongi realized that some of those cheeriness was what he needed in his life.

and the day hoseok had nervously outstretched a giant kumamon plushie towards him as a courting gift, yoongi had smiled wide, all teeth and gums.

"we need to eat. then you can have me, and then lots of cuddles hm?" yoongi smiled, because now thats just how they pretend everything was normal with their way of life.

"okay?" yoongi asked.

"okay." hoseok agreed, a bit of liveliness getting back to him as he tugged at yoongi's hand and bolted out of the mansion towards their car, both smiling like they are sharing a secret,

waiting for the nightmares of their day to turn into sweet dreams at midnight.

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