jimin couldn't sleep.

even if it was well into 2 am in the morning, he couldn't get any rest.

he tossed and turned in the humble nest he made with two pillows and some blankets, tried hugging oreo until she got annoyed and trotted away, and stared into the blank corner hoping his brain would get bored and just shutdown.

but none of it turned out to be successful.

so he let out an annoyed sigh and got up, hoping to steal a midnight cookie from one of the cupboards.

hoseok's and yoongi's apartment is like a little cage for him now- a luxurious one at that.

after the initial tantrums that the omega had thrown, including trying to claw at any of them who dares come near him, jimin had somewhat simmered down his anger lately.

it has come with the realization that yoongi and hoseok had saved his life in a way, and that both of them has no ill intentions with keeping the omega in their house.

besides the couples were pretty hospitable; they accommodated him well and were nice even after he was being rude,

and even oreo came to take a liking on the beta, who had literally bought a too elaborate playpen and cat foods for the little thing.

and so turns out he didn't have anything to take out his anger on, and jimin was really annoyed and lonely.

but jimin was used to loneliness from back in the orphanage where he grew up. then he found friends, but taehyung was the only genuine one amongst the sea of them.

now he lost taehyung too; he saw pics from the articles gushing about sightings of the jeon and his husband outside for the first time.

taehyung is in a cage of his own, and jimin here; both all alone.

jimin was nibbling at the end of the cookies to get to the delicious little chocolate chips dotted on it as he chased after his cat hoping to coaz her to cuddle with him again.

but the cheeky little brat had made a run from where she was chewing on a socks, hoseoks by the look of it, and jimin tiptoed after her "pspspsps" on his lips as he climbed the stairs only to find her on one of the window sills by the first floor.

jimin softly picked up the soft black and white fluff ball who cuddled onto his chest, purring as she looked up at him with big doe green eyes.

jimin cooed, leaving a big kiss to her forehead as he turned to decent down to his basement room.

then he had heard it.

repeated thuds from an adjacent room.

but what stopped him on his tracks was when he heard someone repeat his name, albeit quite aggressively.

the omega stood frozen, eyes wide at the master bedroom door, inside from where all the noises are coming.

"you want to fuck jimine, dont you?-" there was hoseoks voice, followed by yoongi's pants and grunts and throaty moans,

it didn't took jimin much time to understand whats happening behind those closed doors.

"want to fuck the omega while i stuff you-"

jimin promptly covers oreo's black ears and dashes down the stairs, depositing the cat on the couch while making a beeline to his basement room like his life depends on it.

and maybe his life does depend on it, because jimin feels hot all over, from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair.

and up there, for a fleeting second, jimin had thought about barging into that room; that was a scary, dangerous thought.

and now in his room, the omega cant get the voices he had heard out of him, and the thought of hoseok talking dirty

to yoongi like that, it affects him more than he'd like to agree.

and jimin had imagined those same set of voices talking filth to him when his hands had disappeared inside his sweatpants.

jimin panted, bite hard onto the pillow to muffle all the whines as he imagined yoongi's fingers in him and hoseoks deep growl near him ear.

it was embarrassingly fast the way jimin had came undone, but he can't bring himself to care when his eyes easily falls shut, exhausted, tinted cheeks smushed onto the pillow as he finally falls asleep.

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it was around noon, not at all an usual time when the jeon brothers meet.

but today jungkook was on his hyungs floor, his suit jacket thrown onto the couch and him by the fridge popping open one of the expensive bottles to take a sip.

seokjin had clearly narrowed his eyes at his brother from where he was going through a file, him not really a fan of jungkooks occasionlly reckless tendencies to alcohol.

jungkook had just simply took a few sips before abandoning the bottle by the counter before lazily wandering around the room, staring unimpressedly at the new pale green curtains and stuffs, until the beta calls for him.

"you have to make a trip to japan next week--"

when jungkook quips an eyebrow, seokjin continues "-its mr. iwasaki".

the alpha doesn't hide his displeasure. jungkook huffs and groans, lips twisting in a scowl as if seokjins words just affronted him.

"i know you dont like him, kook-ah. but its a necessity" seokjins lips had twitched in a smile, so fond, and jungkook only glares more.

the last time he had met mr.iwasaki was two years ago and jungkook had hated that old man.

these meetings are more like a tradition to keep the man on their good side, because as much as jeons rule over korea, surprisingly that old man's clan rein on japan.

so for their trades sake, they occasionally do these visits to keep up the 'friendship'.

"fine." jungkook reluctantly agrees,

"-but make it two tickets" jungkook adds and seokjin easily agrees over a pleased hum.

a few minutes of non-business talks later, jungkook excuses himself because he had only briefly visited the company today and he sure got meetings to attend and areas to supervise.

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the day for taehyung was like a harp string strung too tight.

the morning ofcourse had ended up with his confessions on murder, and later him crying into the nest for hours until jungkook had hastily got ready and left.

taehyung had somehow managed himself to get up from the bed, then took an elaborate shower, his newly formed bruises stinging under the hot water.

the omega stands under the cascade of water until his fingers pruned and his sour scent was masked by the vanilla of the shower gel.

as he got out of the shower bundled in a white bath robe, he noticed something on the side of the table which is usually empty.

he trotted to it and peered cautiously at the brown packaging which was suspisiously near to his laptop.

taehyung had unwrapped the packet, because something told himself this was for him and before even he fully unwrapped it, his eye widened in realization.

because the smell,

it was familiar and delicious, his stomach growled in approval.

inside the packet was a strawberry souffle, clearly not the one he had held in a death grip and lost somewhere on the steps in yesterdays mishaps-

this one was still warm and had an additional bundle of pink cupcakes.

some might say desserts are not good breakfasts, but taehyung doesn't care, because he's been craving this for days and he ate until the souffle cup was empty and his scent was as sweet as the filling on the cupcakes.

the day might have been like a harp string strung too tight, but now its more comfortable enough to string out a few melodies, thanks to the bag of sweets jungkook had brought, reminded by the strawberry stains on his car seat from where taehyung had gripped the packet of souffle too tight yesterday.

but not everyone was that lucky.

the first unlucky person was jimin, who had woken up to the smell of pancakes and maple syrup, loud voices of hoseoks laugh and yoongi lazily trotting in an apron, his golden cage feeling like a home than any place has ever been,

but it was too good of a wish to be true it seems,

for yoongi had outstretched an envelope to him at the breakfast table after hoseok had put a stash of pancakes infront of the omega with a small "eat." muttered.

"we think its now safe for you to leave. you can start anew in a new country" yoongi said eyeing the envelope that had a single plane ticket and a hefty bank check.

jimins smile then wasn't genuine; for somewhere, someday, he thought he had found the stability he yearned for here.

maybe that was just his wishful thinking.

the second person who was far too tensed and held a heart too heavy was jeon seokjin himself,

as he booked a ticket for himself to switzerland, the coordinates yoongi found pointed to a peaceful village, where he is going to re-live past,

of everything he had once let go years ago.

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