when jungkook had told him he was going to meet mr.iwasaki, taehyung wondered if his husband hit his head while falling off the bed that morning.

after all the chaos and mishaps caused by that man, why would anyone sane meet the same person willingly again?

"we have to talk business" was jungkooks simple reply as he wore his jacket and pushed his hair back off his face, a band-aid sporting on his right eyebrow where bruises are still dotting on his face.

if jungkook is out, thats less of a headache, so taehyung didn't care.

but then jungkook had made his bodyguards search the whole room and lock the doors out of their suite, taehyung wasn't happy;

especially when jungkook declared that he is doing to be locking the front doors too "for added security", the omega was only left to glare as the alpha closed the door with a ding and taehyung was left alone again, as if in another one of his cages.

it made his especially antsy, more since the enormous hotel room doesn't feel safe because of the lack of their scents- even if it is jungkooks, at the end of the day he is his alpha whom his omega considers as their protector and comfort.

but sadly throughout this pregnancy, taehyung is left to fend for himself because his alpha is incompetent and emotionally constipated.

after being left alone, taehyung mops around the room, sulking, until his feet grow cold and his stomach rumbles in hunger. so he changes out of the constricting dress and wears a thick sweater and baggy pants and goes to the mini fridge to take out strawberries to cure his insufferable craving alongwith the sandwiches that was left on the table.

again as usual he has nothing to do other than watch the clock tick by painstakingly slow.

after all the months he lived in the jeon mansion, he is used to it: from the busy life he used to live, juggling college and his part time job to being pregnant and his whole body sore and aching, taehyung has adapted himself to feeling nothing but just exist.

the omega then laid on jungkooks part of the bed, feeling a horrible headache already creeping up from all of yesterdays stress as he curled into himself, small, as far as his bump will allow, eyes watering as they tend to when his thoughts wander, simultaneously chiding himself for the wasted tears.

they say tears are how our heart speak when our lips cannot describe how much it hurts,

and for taehyung, no words were enough to say how much he's been through, nor enough tears to let out his pain.

all the hurt and pain only ever increased, leaving him no choice but to endure all.

taehyungs soft cries were his own lullaby as he exhausted himself to sleep with tear tracks glistening on pale cheeks and hands fisted onto the pillow to ground himself.

he got about three hours of sleep before taehyung woke up groggy due to the pin-prick feeling on his swollen foot.

taehyung groaned as he shakily sat up, breath hoarse and he begrudgingly realized he is running a fever- probably should have seen it coming considering the time he spend in cold yesterday.

his lower lip wobbled in frustration and he hiccuped, bundling a blanket closer to himself as he shivered,

and before he can stop himself, taehyung was getting hold of the few pillows on the bed arranging it around himself similar to his nest, but it wasn't enough.

taehyung was alone, sick, vulnerable and he has two pups in his tummy. he was so scared.

his hiccups turned louder and desperate as he got up on shaky legs, eyes searching for anything and everything to nest.

at first he tumbled to the cupboard and brought down all of his own clothes; sweaters, shirts, socks and pants, it trailing through the floor as he bundled them on the bed. taehyungs head felt like lead, weighed down by the exhaustion of the fever but no matter how he arranged the nest, it didn't felt right.

taehyung wasn't in the right mind to think about consequences when he moved to jungkooks suitcase still stacked with the alphas clothes.

the omega angrily threw the files that were on top, away, before bundling up as much clothes as he can, tumbling and shaking as he carried them to the bed.

jungkooks scent though mild was ever present on the clothes, and even if the suits were rough on his skin, taehyung didn't care as he arranged them in shaking hands and fell onto the heap, crying out delirious at the pain in his head as he clutched around his tummy for a fake sense of protection.

the omegas sour scent filled with fear and anxiety penetrated onto the air thickly.

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seokjin boarded his private jet for his journey back from switzerland to south korea.

he had only spent a day there, even after the years he spend searching for his parents, even after all the millions of words unsaid, seokjin could only look so lost infront of his mother, his parents were the only one who could ever see him weak.

he still doesn't know what had happened then, there are too many unanswered questions, but today he only made one request as he left the old cozy home.

"come back to our home, eomma"

she didn't answer, she didn't leave with him, but she promised to keep in touch and that she needs time to think.

sometimes seokjin wonders if he did the right thing searching for their parents- after all there could be a reason on why they left.

and maybe if seokjin didn't search, he could have lived in the dark thinking both of them are alive and happy somewhere, but turns out only his mother had made it.

his father, he remembers was a kind man in his eyes. he taught him a lot, moreover he loved his family dearly.

seokjin wants to know what had happened. but for now he has to take it one step at a time.

he feels like everything is slipping through his hands at times, but seokjin had never let go; even if they're cutting into his skin, oozing blood.

he doesn't know how he will answer jungkook when he finds out, and the weight of an empire he runs weighs him down, so does his weakness that is his family.

seokjin thinks nothing is enough. no matter how he schools himself to be perfectly immune, he feels as if he is cracking at times. because he is only a human afterall and there are a few feelings that escape through.

seokjins hand glide over the screen of his phone, face hardening when another one of his call to namjoon go unanswered.

he gazes out at the clouds that are bathed in an orange glow as he breathes out heavy,

lately he feels like things are going wrong,

a foreboding.

but in his world filled to the brim with blood, lies and despair, as always seokjin keeps being a hypocrite and hopes for things to go good, always in his favor.

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namjoons palm is sweaty despite the cold air circulating around him.

his navy blue uniform is pristine as always, the badge below his name card sitting proud, but namjoons heart is beating erratic uncharacteristic of a brave policeman.

seems like things had only ever gotten worse since the incident with jimin and taehyung; how he had foolishly thought he could save them, but end up getting them and his sister in trouble.

namjoon masks his face void of emotion as he salutes the commissioner general and exits the grand office.

the alpha steers clear of all the busy officers working, something that he only sees in the higher precinct unlike the smaller police station like his own office.

that is nothing new though; while the people of lower rank stays slaves for the criminals to add a cushion to their bank accounts, the ones on higher rank wacks their brain on why they can never catch the culprits.

and namjoon was content on staying somewhere in the middle, still roped to jeon jopok as he accepts the salary from government.

namjoon was trying to get used to it- that all of it is corrupt and that there is no hope for good in this wretched world.

until he finds himself in neck deep of trouble again and again.

"a favor" they had said.

a favor that will land namjoon a promotion and a secure post and a prestigious headline for seoul metropolitan police.

they had seen namjoons involvement that had ended with seoul police parading inside jeon mansion,

so they gave him a task-

collect evidences- drugs? prostitution? illegal clubs? weapon traffic? anything.

anything enough to show the connection of multimillionaire company 'starlight' with jeon mafia.

anything enough to have jeon jopok leader inside prison bars.

namjoons breathing turns ragged as he gets in the car and slams the door shut.

was that even possible?

they said they'll keep his family safe, but do they know the extend of jeons powers?

sacrificing himself to a suicide mission to save many other?

was it worth it?

namjoons phone rings again, probably the fifth call today from seokjin.

the alpha didn't attend.

he doesn't trust his voice enough not to quiver under seokjins authority.

besides, he doesn't want seokjin to suspect anything before his mission even starts.

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