can he really blame it all on cruel fate?

especially when he never believed in fate in the first place?

in his twenties, married, divorced and now a father to two precious pups; was jungkook now really rethinking his whole life?

for starters, he is definitely selfish in the way he always seeked for himself, but jungkook always believed he deserved it since he's the sole person who worked for it.

now look at him.

look at him sacrificing his own necessities to soothe a crying pup,

look at him devising plans to save his ex from his fathers clutches,

look at him sacrificing his company, power and everything he's ever worked for as he ran through seoul streets to save his pregnant omega.

fate, that must be it,

or how else one justify the sight of the ceo jeon jungkook, the fearsome mafia heir trying to figure out baby bottles?

jimin was all hands on the deck to help; but with the omega stressing over his best friend, the reeking distress only seem to bother the pup; so jimin begrudgingly is keeping his distance.

as for hoseok, the alpha swears he sprouted grey hairs just from trying to pick a baby formula from all the varieties in the convenience store and yoongi, well the beta is temporarily handicapped.

so that leaves jungkook alone to figure this out, reading through instructions on the packet as well as an extensive google search.

"sir-- i dont think a little too much is going to do any harm" yoongi hesitantly quips from the couch seeing jungkook who was stubbornly trying to accurately level the scoop of powder.

"--right" jungkook nods, still hesitant, nevertheless adds the scoop to the sterilized bottle.

well the bottle making turned out to be a success and the hungry little mouth was quick to latch onto it, sucking eagerly.

jungkook did breathe out a relieved sigh and surely the throuple exchanged looks at the sight.

then it was back to planning.

when it comes to kim kyungjae, they know him like the back of their hand; afterall they were enemies for so long.

so, now with a few trusted men keeping an eye on the kims, this could work out.

jungkook really wasn't going to beat around the bushes this time, he wanted the kim gone for good.

they waited until darkness fell upon the sky.

it was rather murky today, the moon getting hugged by the dark clouds, lightning striking through along with the rush of rain and the rumble of thunder.

jungkook had just got into his suit then, it expensive and posh as he's used to with a gun strapped onto his waist and hair messy with the fingers that run through it.

hoseok who was the only person accompanying him was also ready similarly and the other skipped out of the door to get the car started.

jungkook however laid back a second, just enough for him to lay a warm kiss on the sleeping pups forehead and then leaving the baby with jimin and yoongi.

the car drive was quiet if not for the sounds of splattering rain and mud.

soon the car trekked through the cities, jungkooks gaze flickering through the array of sights.

the alpha often wondered what taehyung always used to intently watch out through the window.

he understands now, for when his eyes glide upon the changes from the trees traversing to the slums and then the posh building, its rather is entertaining and calm.

the car stops away from their target and they waits,

they waits for kim to leave the mansion, probably after a kiss from his wife. their men was keeping track of the kim mafia leader as his car goes through destinations and reaches right where they want him to be.

ironically enough its kims own establishment, the brothel thats a major income to them, exactly where kim comes to indulge himself cheating behind his wife.

afterall this was a habit of the kim to which taehyungs mother had once fallen a victim.

as always kyungjae doesn't let his guards accompany him, not in his adventures of infidelity as he seeks after young omegas like a vulture waiting for its prey.

the man stands tall as the patrons bows, the colors flicker and the music booms.

kyungjae takes his usual seat, just observing or passing lewd comments at the workers as they pass.

soon, he gets impatient striding towards one of the private rooms asking for his regular, and that exactly is the moment when jungkook leaves his car.

the private rooms are elaborately decorated with mirrors, velvet couches and sex toys scattering around.

kim's regular was just an omega barely in her 20s, the poor thing fallen prey to kyungjae's eagle eyes. however, she had no choice but to act seduced as he comes in with the customary champagne the kim loves.

as scarce as she was dressed, the woman shivered from disgust and not the cold when kyungjae pulls her onto his lap, nevertheless she giggles and smiles sweet as she pours a glass for the alpha.

"i'm taking you with me to the business trip next week" kim says, more like a command that left no room for any disobedience and she nods with a dutiful "yes, alpha".

kyungjae rumbles pleased as he downs the glass and her heart flutters this time seeing the last of the liquid empty out,

that went easier than she anticipated; kinda disappointing since she's been anxiously waiting for this moment ever since the strange alpha visited offering her a life of freedom in exchange for this.

kyungjae however smirked unnoticed, his hands wandering under her skirt and teeth baring to nip at her shoulders.

this time she sat without a fuss, waiting for the right moment until sweat breaks out on kyungjae's forehead and his movements became uncoordinated.

then, she pushed him away, kim falling back with a confused slur as his eyes blinked, all the other movements temporarily paralyzed from the drug she added in the champagne.

she smiled smug, retreating back and opening the door where the strange alpha stood waiting.

jungkook nodded his head in acknowledgment and she was quick to slither away as the alpha got inside and locked the door.

he took a moment there, just standing because it was wonderous the way kyungjae's face transformed from confusion to understanding, then the futile attempts at retaliation which looked more like an angry flail weighed down by the drugs.

"didn't expect me here, kim?" jungkook cocks his head, walking closer to look down at the kim mafia leader.

"--w-ill kill you--" the other slurs in between coughs fighting against his senses as his paralyzed hands twitched.

jungkook laughs.

"its the other way around, kim --and thats what i am here for today".

that flicker of fear was a true rush of adrenaline.

the old man may have understood now, for he spitted right onto jungkooks face.

even that didn't waver the smile from jungkooks face, it only turned darker, sinister, backed by years of hatred and revenge.

it was effortless when jungkook picked kyungjae by the collar and rammed the other head onto the handle of the couch.

jungkook wasn't going to give an easy death to him, not after what the other did to his father.

the alphas punches were hard enough to leave ring indents on kyungjae's face, repeat repeat repeat, until blood started oozing and mouth hung open at an odd angle.

"is this fun, kim? as fun as when you tortured my father?" jungkook spits out, bloody hand bawling as kim wheezed on the floor.

"you know i would've loved to not have you drugged-- but didn't want you screaming for help like a bitch" jungkook laughed, taking his knife from his pocket and circling around kim, eyes on the ceiling as he re-lived through moments to fuel the revenge.

it came in the form of taehyung- the memory of the omega curled onto his chest as his void face recounted the story of how his father tortured him into killing a person.

kim really didn't anticipate when jungkook clear cut stabbed onto his thigh, then twisting the knife as the other chocked on blood.

"you wanted my pups killed, didnt you?" he twists the knife again as blood sprays out.

jungkooks eyes remained hard and clouded black with red swirls behind the wet hair, it the same color as the red now painting the tattoo on the alphas knuckles.

"so over ambitious" the alpha tsks, boots stopping on top of a kyungjaes splayed arm and crushing the finger with kim insignia ring under it.

outside the rain poured, the music from the brothel roared, everyone and everything still oblivious.

the carpet was now stained red like a painting mapping out an event and kim was twitching on the floor as if waiting for jungkooks permission to die.

but jungkook was never kind.

no cuts were deep enough for an easy death and jungkook left him their to bleed out and succumb to the pain.

its not like anyone is going to come look for him; not when kim had ordered his guards to not disturb him for the next two hours during his fun time in the brothel.

so with no battle cries or victory bells, jungkook just left leaving kim to take his last breath and for his men to find that corpse hours later.

too intoxicated by the pheromones and drugs, no one batted an eye at jungkook when he lurked out in the dark, taking a whiskey bottle from the counter and stalked out to the back alley.

there he stood in the muddy rain water, the red from his shoes bleeding out as he took a gulp of the whiskey and then washed his hands with the same.

jungkook basked in the silence for minutes, watching the mellow horizon where the moon now stood like a womans brow no more hidden under clouds; until the dimmed headlights of hoseoks car prompted him out of the alley.

fate if personified, she must be laughing now,

for its not like everyday you see a couple who killed each others fathers.

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