its like a thousand echoes are resonating around him,

as in a million screams and clatters in an ancient cave, the sounds sharp enough to crack the walls and splinter icicles.

even before the very start of the match, there is the gleam of sweat all over jungkook, hair damp and the weight of black boxing gloves grounding his hand.

taehyung can see the muscles on others bare torso shifting, legs braised for impact; meanwhile his opponent cracks his own neck and looks down at jungkook as if he's something miniscule.

a bell goes out, loud and clear and taehyungs own hands tightens around the railing, eyes wide and throat bobbing over a gulp.

the movements on the rings were so rapid, taehyung could barely keep up his eyes at first,

but he did see the punch that landed square on jungkooks face;

and the omega felt satisfaction.

the amount of times he wanted to do the same everytime the alpha treated him like dirt; even if it wasn't himself, atleast the universe assigned someone to give the alpha a taste of his own medicine.

it was like jungkook cannot ground his legs with the sheer force at which his opponent was throwing punches, which definitely isn't a surprise considering the other looked like a steroid high wolf.

jungkook now had his hands infront of him shielding his face, trying to lessen the impact, maps of red already blooming on his face as people around roared for 'tyson x' and mr.iwasaki gleamed happily on his throne.

around five minutes and one oodly strategic punch later, jungkook hunched on the ring,

and this time taehyungs heart stuttered.

okay fuck it, his omega wasn't having a nice time seeing his alpha gets beaten up.

and seokjin will have his neck if he'll bring his beloved little brothers corpse back to him,

nor he or his pups will be spared alive.

and a teeny-tiny part of him is not liking this; either its because taehyung was never a fan of violence;

but jungkook- how insufferable, idiotic and abusive he is- was an alpha to which he was bounded to in many ways for the past many months. so a sliver of concern does well up in him.

afterall his husband is currently in an illegal boxing ring situated inside a brothel in a foreign country. he has every right to be a little concerned?

taehyung was brought out of his thoughts by the hollerings of spectators again, and this time jungkook was ducking from the punches thrown, neck muscles straining as he gritted his teeth, a trickle of blood past his nose as he heaves and ducks, moving past the ropes surrounding the ring.

and suddenly he was fighting back, his hands placing punches on the others thighs as he shifts around his opponents range.

jungkook very well knew how to fight and ironically enough the first punch he ever landed was at his hyung, seokjin himself. though it was a few harmless ones he punched out of frustration the day his parents disappeared, back many years ago- by now he had perfectly mastered the art of hurting others.

taehyung saw with batted breath as jungkook swiftly climbs over one of the ropes and angles himself backwards and he was jumping forward, landing a punch so hard, even taehyung winced at it from this distance.

the giant form of tyson x sways, before it lands back on the floor of the ring with a thud that has the room shaking.

jungkook was on him again, hits after hits, not even a second to spare as he got out all of his anger, until a referee coaxes him back and pushes his hands in the air and congratulatory music and roars filled the air.

taehyung released a breath he didn't knew he was holding and watched jungkook descending from the ring, not even giving a glance at the people cheering for him,

instead he had his eyes on him, on taehyung.

the omega felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as goosebumps arose, a gulp showing how parched his throat is as he watched the alpha move.

jungkook climbed the stairs up the podium and mr.iwasaki's guards parted their ways for him, so swiftly he was infront of taehyung and stops short an arms length.

the alphas eyes then quickly moves up and down taehyung and taehyung was suddenly hyperaware of the alphas aura, everyone else simply doesn't matter anymore.

then he saw the pinch of jungkooks brows, the blood, sweat and increased alpha scents, the bare torso and prominent veins that obscure the tattoos.

he then takes his boxing gloves off, peeling the straps with his teeth and throwing them sidewards, and

taehyung felt a tingling somewhere in his lower tummy.

if only jungkook was some other 'nice' alpha, taehyung would have got a little turned on right now.

when jungkook closed the distance between them, the omega didn't knew if he should cower or run away,

but jungkooks hand was already on his nape and the cold of his nose on his neck.

the alphas grip was unrelenting on him as if taehyung would dissappear into thin air, scenting taehyung thoroughly either to get rid of the foreign scents on the omega or to calm himself down.

"i thought you-- weren't gonna come" taehyungs voice was breathy, neck bared without protest as jungkook rumbled and mingled their scents.

"hmm why?" the alphas lips moved against the juncture of taehyungs neck and the omega bit his lips not to whimper.

the omegas eyes nearly got glossy and he whispered a "thought-- you gonna find another omega to knock up" with a lack of malice.

taehyung then physically felt the smirk against his skin.

"well its hard to find an omega as annoying as you on such a short notice-"

jungkook retracted his face but still howering close, the smirk was there as expected.

the alphas one hand has then briefly stroked over the omegas bump slightly straining against the short dress he's made to wear, and then he had looked taehyung right in the eye,

"its easy to just keep you" he lightly shrugged,

and no matter how bruised up jungkook was, taehyung wanted to punch him again. out of annoyance or embarrassment? he doesn't know.

the moment or whatever it was shattered when mr.iwasaki's amused chuckle came through.

jungkook left his possessive hands on taehyung to turn towards the alpha, and held his stare menacingly.

"your boys are useless as always" jungkook states and mr.iwasaki doesn't waver, except for the slight twitch of his left eye.

"hey come on jk. that was fun!" the man then exclaims, personality eccentric like everything else about him.

jungkook doesn't answer, instead takes one step forward, landing one punch with his bare hands on mr.iwasaki's face.

the man staggers and guards immediately hower forwards who were stopped by iwasaki himself.

"thats for drugging my pregnant omega" jungkook snarls, this one of real anger.

the silence that had draped over the entire hall then suddenly breaks into utter chaos, the face of others showing they are equally as startled as taehyung is.

multiple sirens went about as people began to run and scramble out of 'Ruby', some falling and tumbling; just utter chaos.

"Police! Run!!" taehyung hears a scream amidst,

and his dumbstruck form was pushed by someone, jungkooks hands enveloping his own as they ran out into the cold night through the first door they saw.

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it was seokjin's first time at switzerland and he immediately understands why they chose this place out of all the countries.

the little flare of dramatics of the alps mountains, the glaciers, the water bodies and the sprinkle of greenery; it was quite captivating.

the beta was alone today, taking a taxi from the airport only with the accompany of his minimal luggage and warm coats, seokjin was calm and silent, not his usual scary way, but rather as if he is lost in his memories.

the taxi had took him to one of the quiet yet serene village as per the address seokjin provided, the exhaustion of the long ride overridden by the calmness of the place.

seokjin was left infront of a house; a small one with numerous potted plants lining outside and a mat with floral design that says 'welcome'.

the beta stood there a moment before walking to the front and ringing the bell.

there were light foot steps inside which seokjins keen ears quickly picked up and his breath fogged out of nervousness and anticipation.

the door opened and revealed a woman; her face bright yet tired eyes and greying hair and seokjins swallowed the sudden welling in his throat.

"may i help you?" the woman asks, adjusting her spectacles.

seokjin didn't move, but his lips strained- in a smile or probably a whimper.

the womans face then furrowed and she took another step forward, eyes suddenly fretting and form stunned.

"seokjin-ah?" she asks, hopefulness enveloping her tentative voice.

and seokjin had smiled, full, feeling like himself in so long, in so many years and responds,

"hi, eomma"

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