there is nothing ever monumental in jungkooks life.

days were always been like a jenga that he runs around to balance because oh an empire no matter how big it is, its lenient to collapse if he so much as take a breather.

so there wasn't much of a change in and out of his office; even after his own signature was placed neatly next to taehyungs own in the divorce papers, he still went home to rest next to the warmth of the omegas nest.

they weren't officially married anymore and jungkooks fourth finger now adorned the white paleness the exact width of the ring that used to be there, while taehyungs fingers that somehow always seeks after his scent were still bracketed by the heavy diamond.

was it because taehyung liked the materialistic beauty? no.

the once obnoxious stone that taehyung hated to the guts somewhere became part of his safe place at the hours he spend watching it reflecting light in the silent boredom of his nest.

and perhaps its a form of reassurance too.

like his usual routine jungkook was sound asleep as the hour handle of the clock shied away from two in the morning, unlike the other companion who gasped awake from the constant movement of the pups he felt from inside.

taehyung swallows another whimper, a sheen of wetness coating those long lashes as he turned to the side, biting at the end of a blanket peeking from the fort of the nest and gnawing, just so he wont bite his tongue in pain.

as always jungkook wakes up whenever taehyung does, nose quick to pick up the unhappy omega scents, it announced by a long sigh before he turns on the bed to face taehyung, head now leaned onto the height of the nest.

taehyung gnaws once, then twice and eyes peeks open to look at the the alpha through the thinly veiled darkness, a few stray tears slipping out of those eyes in the process.

"dont do that" the alpha lightly pulls at the nesting blanket until it slips away from the others mouths, now pained whimpers easily falling away without restrictions.

jungkooks large palm cups over the bump, tracing circles along with the little waves around it caused by the movements inside, as if the pups are too excited to stay inside anymore.

only if they knew how scary the outside world is, how uncertain their future is going to be...

sometime along, taehyung starts humming the familiar lullaby winter bear, more as to soothe himself until its calm again.

" 'm scared" taehyung confesses that night.

"it could be any day now" the doctor had said in his final appointment and taehyung had been restless ever since. nine months honestly wasn't long enough to mentally prepare him ahead for giving birth.

"its going to be okay" jungkook murmurs, voice groggy with sleep. there were the bestest of the doctors in the priciest hospital ready for their call. they were prepared.

but what they really isn't prepared for is to enter the role of parents- honestly taehyung nor jungkook was ready to handle that.

how such contrast happens across universe; the one thing thats praised to be such colossal part in any humans life, the wonders of being parents- yet the two souls is drowning in the sorrow thats leading to the same; such funny ways the universe works.

as always its easier to not think and live in the present, until sleep overcomes and its blissful unawareness again.

the next day taehyung woke up to the constant ring of jungkooks phone, opening his eyes enough to see the alpha attending it, then hurriedly rushing out of bed, barely bottoning his shirt, the coat jacket hanging from the elbow as he dissappeared out of the door.

taehyungs eyes falls shut easily again, until the maids are coming in with the breakfast.

the maids help him get freshened up and one even waits the whole day by the living room until jungkook comes back, just so someone is there in case of an emergency.

taehyung sips on orange juice as he leans on the couch, a video absent-mindedly playing on the new laptop he got.

"How to calm a crying baby" the title of it says and taehyung is probably at the fifth video of the same genre.

minutes later he shuts it and sighs as the maid helps him out of the couch.

taehyung did try to make small talks, but either the maid is too shy or she's got orders to not talk. all he knows so far is that her name is airi.

atleast its nice to have some movement around him as she frequently alternated with checking on him and visiting the kitchen on the ground floor.

the calmness of the day was broken only when it was evening and instead of the light rhythmic footsteps, there was airi unusually ranting.

"s-sir-- sir somethings wrong. somethings wrong" she barges into the room, eyes wide in fear.

"i'm sorry i have to leave-- please take care of yourself" she quickly adds before going back the way she came.

"airi?? what happened?" taehyung calls after her retreating form, neck craning to see her until she dissappeared behind the door. but his questions were left unanswered.

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"i knew you were poison, but i still wanted you close" seokjins voice was feeble, lacking finesse as his eyes watched the seoul city moving with her rhythm below him through the glass window.

it was one of the abandoned buildings under the mafia, it eccentric but empty were seokjin loves to carry out work in solitude.

namjoon stood by the door, the dark blue of the police uniform making him look powerful as his gaze held up scrutinizing seokjins every move.

the beta wasn't drunk, yet his steps staggered as he closed in on namjoon, "i knew you were too smart"- seokjins voice was void.

"but its okay. i knew this was coming" he smiles then,

"still it hurts, joon-ah-- 'cos i never had a choice" his eyes unfocused as if taking a trip down the memory lane.

he had no choice- eldest of the family, been taught to fight and kill since he can walk, take over the mafia, live upto his fathers name- he could go on and on.

"can you do me one favor? just one last thing for hyungnim?" seokjin then asks and namjoons gaze turns a tad bit soft.

the beta then leans his head on the officers shoulder, arms circling the others waist,

"hold me, joon-ah-- and love me"

"--give me one good memory to treasure" seokjin met namjoons gaze, void of any authority or fierceness, just raw sincere vulnerability and eyes that held a storm of sorrows.

"please--" it fell like a hiccup from his lips and the alpha couldn't hold back the instinct to hold the depressing weight of the betas form, and lean in until there were no thought left- just his lips on seokjin.

the beta melt like clay onto his hands, letting out a sigh before he deepened the kiss.

once they broke apart, seokjin was flushed to the tip of his ears and panting.

"i-i wanted you for so long" the seokjin who oozed power was too much of a coward to ever accept that because he didn't knew if it was ever possible, to just let him be weak infront of another person. but now, he has nothing to lose.

so his lips chased after namjoons, greedy- "more please-- more"

and it would be right to say namjoon was a coward too. a foolish one at that.

because at the times seokjin opened up to him, namjoon saw nothing but a broken soul and a sliver of personality that namjoon would've adored if he wasn't a police officer and seokjin wasn't a mafia leader.

it was one kiss that turned into two and soon countless, namjoons hands hungrily exploring under the betas shirt as the other unbuttoned the uniform shirt stretching the alphas broad chest.

"give me more--" seokjin panted after every kiss until he is pressed against the glass window with namjoons lips on his neck and his own hands inside the alphas pants.

across from them, on the giant billboards of sky tipped towers and every news channels all over the nation and outside, the headlines went on-

Breaking News: Largest Weapon Bust In Asian History. Jeon Seokjin, Brother of CEO of Starlight To Be Arrested

there were too many evidences and not a way to escape.

across the outskirts, the walls painted red as the gangs under jeons fought in the panic and there were higher ups who were under the protection of the mafia, frantic.

seokjin had lost everything and now he has nothing to protect, no more masks to hide under. he was free.

"i am sorry, hyungnim" namjoons gruff voice said as seokjin moaned, throat bared for the alpha.

"say jin-- call me jin" seokjin panted as his shirt unraveled, then gliding down onto the floor.

"jin-- jin-ah" namjoon repeated and seokjins lips curved into a blissful smile, lost in pleasure.

at the jeon mansion, the staffs vacated the mansion too afraid of being arrested or caught in between raging gangs.

there were gang members, high on drugs and pride fighting, gun shots echoing on the ground floor as they screamed in rage, in fear of losing the power and money they're drunken in.

up on the third floor, taehyung was on the floor, curled into a ball and clutching his ear, shivering at every gunshot that echoed inside the mansion.

somewhere along the seoul city were kang trying to utilise the situation in his favor, campaigning lower gangs against the jeon brothers and adding fire to the reigning hell.

and on his quick way to the mansion, there was jungkook sporting a leg wound as he fought through his own gang members who encircled his car with the mission to end him.

everythings crumbling.

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