men and women of science may say white is colorful,

some bullshit about it being made up of all hues on the visible spectrum.

at the present moment, seokjin would love to smack all those distinguished people.

liars they must be, all of them, for the white walls he's been staring at for days lacks any vibrancy of a color, rather a dull, lacking mass of nothingness.

the umpteenth sigh seokjin let out that day inside the prison walls is very un-leader like; but he doesn't give a care when he feels like he's rotting away in the silence.

sure the power and money made his imprisonment less stressful, but its still void and seokjins hands cant help but itch for some violence.

sadly or maybe delightfully, the only person he ever get to torment is namjoon; and the degree of torture varies from the officer finding the beta shirtless at odd hours to seokjin eating a carrot at lunch hours in a suspiciously suggestive way.

but to the betas dismay, namjoon is unmoving as a rock, or rather too professional to entertain seokjins whims.

nevertheless seokjin hadn't had to worry about quenching his thirst for violence, for two nights ago an inmate twice the betas size thought its fun to take a grope of the betas behind.

its safe to say the said guy escaped with three broken points in that singular arm and seokjin seething with so much fury even serial killers who witnessed it shivered on their knees.

at the end, only namjoon had managed to pry away the beta before he end up clawing out an eye; dragging seokjin by the collar to his special cell to get him to cool down.

at the heights of adrenaline, seokjin managed to slam the alpha against the cool metal bars, fingers tangling in jet black hair as their lips aggressively met. namjoons eyes glowed red as possessive hands removed any trace of another scent off of his beta.

thus, this far the ex mafia leader had managed to keep himself sane,

and when namjoon had visited him at odd hours one night, he was giddy hoping for mischief.

but, namjoon was stoic as ever.

seokjin was given a change of normal clothes- a simple cheap shirt and pants to which he changed as namjoon respectfully stood outside.

"whats going on?" seokjin ofcourse inquired. namjoon opened his mouth about to answer, but his face turned gloom, then instead asked seokjin to follow after him.

seokjins hands were cuffed, the cold of the metal uncharacteristically weighing down his hands as he sat inside the police vehicle with namjoon and two other officers.

despite being out of the prison premises as the vehiche moved forward, nothing but cold dread settled at the pits of his stomach at the silence and the tense set of shoulders on namjoon.

the uncertainties never ended, even as the police vehicle came to a halt around a hospital premise.

seokjin spotted yet more officers as he was escorted inside a building, specifically a mortuary.

the smell of disinfectants was strong on his nose and the beta licked his chapped lips as eyes followed him, not even namjoons presence by his side is calming.

"mr. jeon seokjin--"

seokjin looked to the front when a person in white coat called his name.

the beta always usually has his attention everywhere, but his ears fell closed as his eyes zoomed intent on a body kept covered in plastic and white sheets and then at the burned remains of things on a tray.

"--- your brothers car was found burned down with a body inside--- its past identifiable stage but the height and primary identications match--"

seokjins breath hitched.

"--- since you are the only family member available now, we need you to identify the belongings-- just to make everything official---"

the betas breathing picked up when the officers assured him towards a tray of burned down things.

there were charred and blackened cloth parts, a balenciaga shoes, then a cartier watch...

seokjins knees buckled and his eyes fell shut. namjoons hands caught him by the biceps as a thin sheen of tear lined the others eyes.

"did these belong to your brother?" he heard the person in white asking.

"yes-" seokjins entire body shook with the weight of that word.

"i am sorry for your loss" someone distantly said,

and namjoon stood watching; like when seokjin lost the empire he built and now also the dear brother he raised; utterly helpless.

jeon jungkooks demise went down without much of a flame unlike the wildfire he raised in the quarter century of his life.

his photos were all over the midnight news, and took a small column on the inside pages of newspapers overshadowed by the news of a corrupted politician.

a framed picture of him was placed at starlight headquarters even as the company's stock plummeted down.

the case file was closed since they found traces of alcohol on his burned out body and a short circuit on the car.

the funeral hall was empty when the priest uttered prayers for his soul.

back in japan, his ex husband, taehyung was washing dishes after dishes as his friend jimin sat on the chair with concerned eyes.

"tae, you should take a break" jimin murmured hoping taehyung would listen.

"no, i'm fine. i need to take better care of the pups now. i-i can do it" taehyung distractedly replies.

jimins eyes filled with sorrow then. even as taehyung tried to appear unaffected, jimin saw the way his hands shook, his scent soured and he trembled.

as if on cue, another glass bowl slipped off taehyungs hands, falling onto the sink and breaking into several pieces.

taehyung broke down into tears.

"tae--" jimin was quick to stand up and hug taehyung, then maneuver both of them onto the couch.

"i-i dont want him to d-die, chim-- he was horrible to me-- still i dont want him to die--" taehyung cried onto the crook of jimins neck, clutching onto him like a lifeline.

the omega cried for long, letting out all the sadness he's been harboring since he heard the news, jimins soothing words unheard to his ears.

"am i crazy for thinking like that?" taehyung murmurs, voice hoarse from crying.

"no tae-- you just have a good heart." jimin kisses his forehead.

"i- i still can't believe he is dead you know?-- after everything we've been through-- cant believe he went away like that--"

"what am i gonna tell the pups?-- he was so good to them"

"i'm so tired, chim-"

taehyung murmured things as if caught in a fever dream, then later letting out silent cries as the pups nursed and later fell asleep exhausted with both of his pups hugged to his chest.

back in starlight hoseok and yoongi ran themselves tired as they tried to handle things at the company.

with their knowledge of the employees, they put up a team to take care of everything as to not let the company go to ruins.

finally taking a breather, both the lovers sat at an empty conference room, hoseok with a bottle of water in his hand.

"the first day master jeon took me to the mansion, everyone there called me the wimpy kid" yoongi says into the silence with a bitter smile on his face.

hoseoks face turns sadder then. he knows both of them didn't really have the ideal childhood; the two early teen kids that master jeon took under his wing didn't get much kind actions from the existing people.

"that day kang gave me a glass of scotch and told me to man up" yoongi sighs, leaning onto a chair.

"i sat on the main stair and was about to drink it when jungkook-ah ran to me and told me to not drink it-- said that it will make me funny in the head" the beta laughs wetly.

"he then gave me a chocolate bar and tucked my kumamon in his bed so it wont be cold-- " yoongi smiles a little, fond at the memory of a little jungkook with his two big eyes and bunny teeth.

"he didn't deserve to die like that, seok-ah"

hoseok hugs yoongi closer.

back in seoul high security prison, seokjin refused to look up or utter a word as he was guided back to his cell and was asked to change back to his uniform.

even as the officers left after a cursory bow, namjoon stayed back not feeling good enough to leave seokjin alone in such a state.

"jinnie---" namjoon couldnt really get out a sentence before seokjin was barreling on him and hugging him.

seokjins shoulders shook as his face remained hidden onto namjoons chest and for a second the alphas heart ached before it morphed into confusion,

because seokjin wasn't crying.

he was laughing.

"what?--" namjoon trailed off.

has seokjin gone completely crazy?

"you all got me so worried, joon-ah. my god! the overdramatics?!--" seokjin huffed, looking up and shaking his head.

"what?" namjoon repeated again dumbly.

"those weren't kook-ah's things" seokjin laughed again.

"huh?"

"hell as if you'll see him wearing a 20k dollar watch! that brat wont wear anything less than a 100 k-- and that balenciaga shoe was even the wrong size!--- which fool even set this up?!"

at this point seokjin was talking to himself while namjoon stared at him blankly.

"then why did you lie there?!" namjoon asked, almost accusingly.

seokjins eyes turned dark then, a smile still at the curve of his lips.

"whoever did that so badly wanted to make it as so jungkook is dead-- if the news had went out the other way--" seokjins eyes was calculating,

"they would have done something reckless" namjoon completes the sentence, finally catching up to seokjins thoughts.

"arent you a smart one!" seokjin croons, before his hands slip into namjoons uniform pockets and take out the others phone.

by now, seokjin knows the passcode byheart and so it is easy for him to locate hoseoks number and give the call.

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jungkook doesn't have any concept of time now.

he doesn't know if its been minutes, hours or days.

he wanted to open his eyes and look around, but the drug injected on him was still running in full effect, making his eyes droopy and limbs weak.

whatever the drug is, it doesn't take away from the pain though,

for his head still thuds, his breath comes out in a wheeze and his chest hurts where the ribs are broken.

jungkook could still feel the stickiness of blood on his skin, so does the warmth of another unwelcome hand.

"alpha~~" the voice croons close to his ear; hair ends tickle his chin and an overly sweet scent clogs his nose.

nails sharp and manicured glide under his tattered shirt and feel up the cold skin and skim against his scent glands.

jungkook shudders repulsed.

he wants to tell them to let him go, to stop touching him and to push them away.

but jungkook continues to lay limp, taking painful breaths, still lost to the concept of time.

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