Boy Toy

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/38775357.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin
Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope,
Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM, Original
Characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha
Jeon Jungkook, Snake Hybrid Jungkook, Omega Park Jimin (BTS), Bunny
Hybrid Jimin, Smut, Jeon Jungkook is a Little Shit, Stalking, Non-Consensual
Drug Use, Non-Consensual Groping, Bullying, jungkook is literally a walking
demon Im warning you, Enemies to Lovers, but not the way you imagine tho
:), Manipulative Jeon Jungkook, Gaslighting, Brainwashing, Explicit Sexual
Content, Verbal Humiliation, Mind Manipulation, Slut Shaming, No one
deserves jimin here, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, For the love of god dont read this
if you feel uncomfortable, Power Imbalance, some tags will be added on
chapters, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, HEAVY tags pls expect
the worst, Past Rape/Non-con, Basically traumas, Forced Marriage, Forced
Bonding, Hook ups have no romance this is still a jikook luv story <3, Past
Child Abuse, Please note this fic can be heavily triggering, jikook endgame,
Dont panic pls, Jeon Jungkook is Bad at Feelings, Jimin is even worse, Body
Worship, Pining, Obsessive Jeon Jungkook, Happy Ending
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Snakes love bunnies
Stats: Published: 2022-05-04 Updated: 2024-05-06 Words: 416,956 Chapters: 23/?
 Boy Toy
by kookministic

Summary

[ UPDATE ] - Chapter 23 (wiiiiiiiiiii)

Jimin just wants to have a peaceful life in college. Party, fuck and forget about his problems, yet the
hot predator in his class is making Jimin regret every choice that lead him to this university.

or

Jimin is stuck in Jungkook's game and no one can help the omega from falling into his abyss.
 Dark eyes
Chapter Notes

Warning: since I know this is not for everyone, I want to make clear that this fic is quite toxic
and normalizes toxic behavior. The characters are morally grey and most of them have a very
hierarchical and traditional mentality. That being said, remember this is FICTION and you
shouldn't ever accept this for yourself or be like this to others. You are reading this on ao3 for
a reason, bc its a story and its not real nor are jungkook or jimin this way.

Thanks for giving this a try :)

See the end of the chapter for more notes

 ❝Ⅰ❞

"I'm not hurting you that much, am I?"

"Nah, I like pain" jimin replied jokingly, his face against the stretcher. It wasn't a lie. There was
also the fact that the tattooist was too hot to complain. And the fact that tattoos on his ass hardly
hurt at all. Privileges of having a fat ass.

A new tattoo.

Yet another thing to hide. If his father even found out about this he'd send him to be a monk in
some faraway village where the signal was nil. Jimin already had three tattoos hidden and he didn't
know what to do because this looked like a new fixation of his.

"That's it " muttered the boy. Running his hand gently over the area near the tattoo. It felt more like
a caress. The coolness of the glove bristled jimin's skin. "I hope your father likes it."

"I don't usually show my dad my ass, but thanks for the concern"

The dude chuckled, returning to his job with a smile. He knew Jimin's situation and still did the
tattoos. The "prey" species couldn't afford to do outrageous things like this, but Jimin wasn't the
type to follow the rules and neither was Sangwoo. He was his trusted tattooist and had done all his
tattoos without disappointment. One on his torso, one on his inner thigh and the latest addition, one
on his ass cheek. The good thing was that jimin didn't choose extravagant designs and liked the
minimalist style. So they were small and subtle, easier to hide. Except for the one on the torso, that
was a product of one of his angry outbursts.
The cat hybrid finished the final touches and cleaned the tattoo. Jimin felt the sensation of the
ointment on the irritated area of the tattoo. If it were up to him he would tattoo more body parts, the
back of his neck, maybe even get more piercings but as long as he lived under the roof of Mr and
Mrs Park Jimin had to eat shit. There was also the fact that he had very sensitive skin but the bunny
liked to think he was into pain.

─────── · Ⅰ · ───────

"What do you think?" asked Jimin. Since he had arrived he had been on his stomach, waiting for
some comment from his friend. Hobi looked up at him from his stretcher with his glasses
glistening. His tail rested close to him, wrapped around his leg.

"I thought you were trying to seduce me with that pose."

"You don't see the plastic on my ass or what? Stop thinking with your dick" Jimin snorted. He
should have stayed with the tattooist and at least taken a blowjob. But here he was, back at
Hoseok's house, at his beach chalet where he had fortunately been all summer.

Hoseok took a sip of his juice with ice and glanced at his friend.
"You have such a nice ass, I couldn't focus" he said dead serious, as if it was the first time Jimin
had heard that. Rabbits had thick bodies by nature, even more so if they were omegas. "But I like it,
it suits you. Something else to hide from your parents and society."

And there it was again.

"If I had no problem hiding the one on my torso the one on my ass will be easy as fuck."

"At some point in your life your father is going to see them. Them or your future mate" Hobi
reminded him. The sunglasses covered his eyes but he could feel his gaze on him even though
Jimin was face down, his face to the side of the gurney. The sound of the waves in the distance felt
like an ASMR session.

Summers always felt idyllic to him when he wasn't at home. It was as if he forgot who he was. A
prey and on the lowest of the omega category. Here he felt like a free soul, with no worries or
obligations. But there was an end to everything.

"No."

"No? What is that supposed to mean?"

Jimin turned from his position, sitting down. Now the sun was shining directly on the stretcher and
his whole body was protected by the umbrella. He grabbed the sunglasses and put them on, feeling
sweaty and tired. The tattoo had hardly hurt and luckily the position he was in allowed him to sit up
and go on with his life.

"He's not going to see it. I'm not a kid anymore and there's no reason why he should see me naked."

"And what about going to the pool? To the beach?"

Jimin chuckled again.

"Do I look like I do swimming races with my father?" he asked, one eyebrow arched. Hoseok took
another sip, crossing his legs to get more comfortable. The same old conversation was already
starting again.

"And your future husband? Your parents aren't going to let you pick whoever you want. He's not
going to want an omega who does whatever he wants."

"My future partner is going to be someone who accepts me as I am" he replied annoyed this time.
Hoseok looked concerned.

"I think this is all going to end up being a big heavy ball of snow on you" he said, just as serious as
before. Jimin didn't feel like having this conversation.

"And what do you want me to do? Tell him and have him send me to an even more conservative
school? As if it wasn't enough that I have to go to that damn zoo uni" he said mocking his father's
choice. It was a new program of mixing predators and preys, alphas and omegas. Jimin wanted to
remove those categories from his life.

"We are animals at the end of the day " commented Hobi with a smile. "At least you you're going
with me"

"That's literally the only reason I didn't kill myself yet to not go" Jimin said laying back down, his
arms flexed under his head. He needed to deflect the conversation before he got another reality
check from Hobi. "I thought when we finished high school we could choose but no, of course not."

"Well it's to be expected, you come from a private high school and of course, you're going to go to
a private college."
"Couldn't it be another university? It's all the traditional stuff we're trying to get rid of. How is that
normal? It's been millions of years of evolution and we are still stuck with the concept of prey"
grumbled jimin. He still remembered the shock he had when he saw on the internet that the
amazing university took pride in classifying students according to the type of hybrid they were and
if that wasn't enough, there were even programs for "stay at home omegas". Obviously, the prestige
of a prey graduating from here was a hell of a lot higher than anywhere else. That's why his father
was so obsessed. Him and his inferiority complex as the rabbit he was.

"But you are a prey, Jimin. No one is going to eat you but a rabbit is a rabbit" Hoseok commented
with a grin. The blond rolled his eyes.

"I can still bite and fight, you know. And I'm not intimidated by any animal" he said proudly.

"Well I've been doing some research on Instagram and I think it's going to be an intense year" said
his friend leaning back on the gurney. "A lot of high-level species go to that university. The kind of
predators you haven't encountered yet. If I were you I'd be waking up from the summer, there are
only two weeks left."

"So what? It's not like I'm going to interact with those people. I just want to live quietly, fuck the
uni jock and forget about the labels you guys love so much" commented jimin, grabbing a beer
from the ice bucket next to him. The heat of the weather had already created droplets sliding on the
surface of the can.

"I really want to understand you, but you also have to understand that what we are defines us. And
there's nothing wrong with that. If people see you being that liberal you're going to get in trouble.
They're going to come for you."

There he was again.

"Hobi, I'm not getting bullied" Jimin said confidently, but his voice said otherwise. He had never
been in the situation, but even his father had been through it.

"If they do it to predator omegas why not to you? Rabbit, of the lowest level and on top of that the
submissive type."

"Who needs bullying when you already do it to me" snorted Jimin. Hoseok was like an open book,
if he had something to say you could bet you will hear it and Jimin was used to his constant reality
checks but most of the time he didn't want to hear them.

"I'm just saying you need to have a relaxed attitude and make connections before you get eaten.
And stop crying every time you're called prey."

Jimin stared at his friend, his face serious again. That wasn't going to happen. He would go to class
every day, share a dorm only with his friend and keep a low profile. Finish those years as soon as
possible and quietly graduate to go into fashion and marry some rich attractive guy.

"I'm not going to get eaten by anyone" he said taking a sip of his beer.

Jimin had never been more wrong.

─────── ·Ⅰ· ───────

Jimin dropped the last bag on the floor. His skin felt clammy in the heat since the weather was still
hot. He checked the time, sighing knowing he still had to sort everything out.
It was a day before classes started and his father had been nagging him all week for not going to the
dorms earlier. Jimin milked the shit out of his summer by staying till the last minute in Hobi's beach
house, enjoying the sun like it was his last day on earth.

The bad side of all of this is that he had to recover from the redness all over his body. Instead of
getting a nice tanning, he got roasted under the sun as the piece of food he was.

"I've picked everything up already, Dad. All the paperwork is done now. I start tomorrow" he
explained again to his father and hung up shortly after. He hadn't really picked up anything. He
hoped that at least the university had servants or something to clean the rooms and tidy them up for
the students.

He sat on the bed, crossing his legs. The redness he had earlier disappeared thanks to the creams.

His eyes wandered around the room again. It was the right-wing of the campus, with the sports
field right next to the building. At least he expected a garden to look at when bored, not the smell
of sweaty predators running around thinking they were cool.

His bed was on the left, close to the desk. It was a spacious room and jimin already had some ideas
for changing how it would look. The window was huge and the curtains translucent. The closet was
spacious too but jimin was sure all his clothes wouldn't fit in there. Everything was still empty.
Jimin sat back down on the mattress. He expected Hobi to come at some point, but his friend
showed no sign of being alive. Probably because he was busy moving to the dorms too. It was still
early since the university was empty. Jimin had only seen the secretary at the entrance who
confirmed his details and gave him his class schedule. The door to his room rang with the soft hit
of knuckles.

"Yes?" said jimin, curious. Hobi didn't usually knock when he came in, so why would he now?
Jimin got up to open but the door was already being opened. Two big eyes met his.

"Jimin?" he said. The blond blinked. A dude with plump lips and short brown hair was right in
front of him. His brown eyes were covered by a few thin strands. The guy glanced at the paper in
his hand. "It says here that-"

"Who are you?"

"Ah, well... Your roommate?" he said, not sounding very sure at the blond's attacking tone. Jimin
fell silent, confused.

"That's impossible. My roommate is someone else."

"What? No no, this is my room."

Just then his phone got a notification from a message from Hobi.

"Rooms can't be picked. They are ordered by uni and they won't let me. See you later" he read.

"See?" the dude interrupted. Jimin looked up to find him just inches away, peering at his phone
reading his message. He flinched.

"What the fuck? When did u come so close?" he said hiding his phone as if he was carrying secret
state files on it. The guy ignored the reaction and held out his hand.

"Kim Seokjin, call me Jin tho. Omega dog hybrid" his voice was smooth now that Jimin was taking
a closer look. The bunny gave him another slow look. He was tall and thin, dressed in a pastel
sweatshirt and simple jeans yet still looked elegant and pretty. The type of pretty that would be on a
magazine.

"Jimin" he replied, relenting and accepting that this would be his new roommate. He didn't want to
mention his category. It shouldn't even be important. However, Seokjin didn't think so.

"Predator or prey? What type of hybrid?" he insisted. Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Figure that out by yourself"

"Acting mysterious huh? I can already tell you are not an alpha for sure" said the dude confidently.
His eyes roamed Jimin's body and stopped at his face. "Your scent is too sweet and non-
aggressive."

"Wtf? Stop being a weirdo. I'm not telling you. Get out of my room" Jimin almost roared trying to
intimidate him but from Jin's pov that must have been like seeing a small kitten fighting back. His
lips curved.
"And definitely not a predator" he said now even more confident in his guess. Not expecting an
answer, the pretty dog hybrid left. Jimin sat on his bed again, feeling like he just lost a battle.
Was it that obvious that he was an omega and a prey?

─────── ·Ⅰ· ───────

It was already Monday. The night before, Jimin had to unpack his things by himself, realizing that
there were no servants like at home. His mother had scolded him, telling him that this was not his
mansion in Gangnam, and Jimin had spent until 1 am tidying everything up. He didn't want to come
back from class with a messy room welcoming him. Bunnies were known for being a bit obsessed
with being clean, except in certain... things.

Now he found himself walking through the hallways of the classrooms. He had gotten lost several
times before he got there. Jimin turned his head every now and then, looking for his friend among
the people coming and walking in all directions. There were too many scents and he wasn't used to
it. He calmed down sometimes when he smelled the scent of omegas, but the scent of alphas was
sour or very intense most of the time, making him crouch his nose.

He felt stares from above his head. It wasn't hard to be taller than him. Some were more intense
than others, and some made him feel alarmed. He had caught one girl looking at him as if she was
going to eat him at some point and Jimin had changed path, scared.
There were clearly more predators than preys at this university and it was no surprise. The world
was run by them. Discrimination against preys was still a thing. It always had been. Now at least
they had access to work and career options but it was always expected more from them to keep up
with the predators.
Jimin always thought about it. The worst thing that could have happened to him was to be a prey
and an omega. All possible discriminations were on him. He didn't want to be seen for that.

He walked in shyly, meeting the professor who looked at him with disdain. He didn't look friendly.

"Good morning" said jimin trying to be polite.

"Sit" was the only response he got.

Jimin rolled his eyes. He already hated this shit.

"Well well! We meet again" said Jin suddenly appearing. Jimin was just sitting at the spot next to
the window. He needed air to erase the numerous scents.

"Seems like it" he commented listlessly. Jin sat down with that smile still plastered on his face.
"Ah, I should introduce you. Jimin, this is my friend, Dae-Hyun."

Jimin looked up at the new guy and gritted his teeth. A wolf. It wasn't hard to notice them when
they didn't even bother to cover their disgusting scents.

"Nice to meet you" he said with such a fake smile that Jimin didn't even feel like shaking his hand,
but he didn't want to start on the wrong foot already on the first day so he shook his hand after an
awkward silence. The feeling of a wolf on his skin was disgusting. It felt like putting his hand on
the fire and letting it burn. It screamed danger.

"Same" he replied barely in a whisper. Of course, the dog would be friends with a wolf.

"Ah, I think people are already finding the classroom" Jin interrupted. Jimin snapped out of his
thoughts. The door was now full of students, all of them entering in a rush. The smells had become
intensified and the silence had been replaced by the murmur of people. Some were of obvious
specie, with gleaming eyes. Others clearly didn't want to be noticed as they had no scent. It was too
obvious that they were preys. No one wanted to be seen for that, yet here was Jimin. Committing
suicide by coming here.

The three guys kept watching people coming in and sitting on random spots till Jin suddenly
gasped. His scent was sour out of nowhere and he glanced toward his friend. The bunny hybrid
didn't know what was going on till he followed their eyes. The air suddenly thickened.

There was this guy that as soon as he entered the room, something switched in it. The professor
smiled at him, like someone seeing a friend. The unknown student sat in the middle, just a few
spots away from Jimin. It wasn't long before he was surrounded by other classmates. Everyone
anxiously chatting with him, acting like he was some type of god. Even the tiger hybrid that just
came was trying to get on his good side. It was surrealistic seeing the whole show going on.

"Who's... that?" Jimin couldn't help but ask. He couldn't see the guy clearly with so many heads
around him but his presence was still so strong. Jin clicked his tongue.

"The type of dude you don't want to anger" interrupted Dae-Hyun. The sly smile was gone and his
eyes were strangely shining like he was ready to fight.

"What do you mean?" insisted Jimin, his eyes glancing from his classmates to the new guy.

"He's another level of predator" this time spoke Jin. The weird tone they were talking with kept
making Jimin uncomfortable. Like there was a warning behind all of this. Even the alpha wolf was
alarmed, as if someone was stepping on his territory, but he wasn't even the owner of it, because
that territory seemed to be that guy's.

─────── ·Ⅰ· ───────

Three hours into class and jimin couldn't take his eyes off the guy. His gaze just kept getting
dragged towards him, like there was some magnetic pull. He couldn't see him clearly since he was
at the front. However, Jimin got enough details to understand what was going on.

Jeon Jungkook was his full name. The professor called each student to check attendance and the
Jeon guy didn't even stand up like the others. He didn't even say anything, as if the professor had to
already know he was there. It wasn't hard to do that though.

Surrounded only by alpha predators, his presence still stood out. As if, in the hierarchy, he was at
the top, yet Jimin still couldn't guess what species he was. The top predator was the tiger that was
almost licking this guy's ass and yet his presence was overshadowed by Jeon. This wasn't about the
strongest animal in a fight, that was for sure.

Perfectly cut straight black hair. Some locks were combed back, seen from behind. His nape was
broad and his back was large and pronounced. Thin inked lines were extended on his nape,
contrasting with his light-skinned complexion. Jimin stole a glance at his arms, or at least of the
little he could see of them. They were big, making the shirt he wore on the verge of ripping. He
probably worked out. It was still warm outside and the guy was wearing a white shirt like nothing.

"Your eyes are going to pop out if you keep staring" Jin whispered, right next to him. The blond
pulled himself together and straightened his back. This whole college thing was getting to his head
too much, and he still hadn't been able to see Hoseok, so of course, he was getting nervous.
Nothing else, for sure.

It was when they were in the first few pages of the book that Jimin noticed that the professor was
starting to quiz the students, to make sure they remembered last year's concepts. Due to his
conditions in society, he had always been forced to do more than the rest, so he was a hardworking
student with high grades. So, obviously, Jimin already knew the answer to all of this. He wasn't a
brilliant student for nothing.

Smiling to himself, his fingers played with the pencil. This year he would make sure to show all
these stupid predators that preys or omegas like him could outsmart them, be better, and not just
work in nursing, cleaning, or at home like most preys.

"Kim?" he said with that characteristic respect in his voice. Only aimed at that singular student.
This time it was the guy sitting next to Jeon. His fluffy black hair and similar height made him
stand out too. Some classmates didn't say the right answer but Jimin didn't expect the same from
the popular guy's friend. Still unable to see the so-called Jeon guy's face, he raised his eyes to that
inked nape again.

Of course, the Kim guy answered correctly, with a sweet tone in his voice. His voice was deep but
Jimin couldn't tell what his species was either. Probably an alpha too, from the strong pheromones
around them that could perfectly be from Jungkook only. This time the professor said Jimin's name,
emotionless, as expected. The blond could suddenly feel hundreds of eyes on him as if his
invisibility ability had been erased. Better, he thought. He would make a good impression, make
sure they knew that the prey hybrid hadn't gotten into college thanks to his father's money or for
sucking cock. He licked his lips, ready to speak.

No words came out.

"Park?" the professor insisted, but Jimin's confidence faded. Jimin swore he knew the answer until
he felt the Jungkook guy turn to look at him. Something inside his body started boiling, and his
skin began to itch. The dark, piercing eyes seemed like the guy was seeing Jimin for the first time.
He hadn't even noticed him before and Jimin somehow felt weird about it.

Black, just pure black. Either he had no pupils or his eyes were so dark you couldn't tell. The cold
stare contrasted with those soft-looking lips. He could see a silver ring shining around one of them.
His strong nose and pierced eyebrows made the perfect balance with that sharp jaw. A few from the
pushed back strands fell in front of his face, but his eyes were so black that they blended into that
deep void. He was so attractive but so terrifying at the same time, like a wet dream in a nightmare.
Jimin couldn't tell what this guy was. Since when did he even care that much? Categories meant
nothing and yet here he was playing the guessing game. Alpha was a safe bet, and Jungkook was
definitely a predator but which one? A tiger? A wolf?
A sharp forked tongue darted out of his mouth for a microsecond, caressing his lips and Jimin's
mind clicked.

A fucking snake hybrid.

"If you don't know the answer just say that. I'm not expecting anything from a prey" the professor
joked after the short silence that felt like an hour for the omega. Jimin got all red, his bunny ears
about to appear on his head because of the embarrassment.

"I do ..." he tried to say, but a small last glance at the handsome snake hybrid and his mind went
blank again. What the fuck was going on?

"Don't push omega preys too hard, they need more time to process information" interrupted the guy
haunting his mind. He had finally looked away from Jimin as if even the blackboard in class was
more interesting than the bunny hybrid. Almost the whole class agreed with him with a laugh. Even
the professor chuckled.

"Oh, I definitely don't. Next then, Kim?" he asked now, this time for Jin.

To say Jimin was in shock was a statement. His eyes were still wide from the incredulity at the
comment that just came out of Jungkook. Never in his life has he been downgraded in such a direct
way, like he was a piece of trash or a baby that couldn't think for himself.

Jungkook didn't even spare him another glance. He was focused on his phone now as if he hadn't
just made fun of Jimin's whole existence.

"Fucker" whispered Jimin, his eyes almost making a hole in Jungkook's skull. However, the words
got caught in his throat when another glance was given to him. As if the snake guy...

Heard him.
The shine in Jungkook's eyes made him believe what he just said reached his ears. His glance at
him was so full of superiority and playfulness, as if Jimin was just a rat lab to him. He looked so
uninterested yet like he was about to laugh because the bunny was somehow a joke.

"Jimin" Jin took him out of his thoughts, tapping his arm with a soft poke. The touch reminded the
omega of his position as a prey and he snatched himself from his classmate's soft grip.

Jimin couldn't look at him. He was too embarrassed to even stand being in this room with all these
scents.

The rest of the class ended soon after. The bunny made sure to just focus on his phone or the
window next to him, and when he finally saw the professor leaving, he took his things and left.
Even when going down the stairs while all his classmates were chatting with each other ignoring
him, he still could feel that stare. The black eyes and forked tongue still like a constant ring in his
head. Jimin couldn't help but clench his teeth.

He wasn't about to be played around, hell no.

─────── ·Ⅰ· ───────

"Just where the fuck have you been!?" asked Hoseok storming into his room. Jimin covered himself
in his blankets.

"Leave me alone" his voice sounded sad, like he had been crying this whole time.

"Get up right now" threatened his friend. He grabbed the sheet and peeled it off the blonde. It
almost felt like it was attached to Jimin's skin from the loud whine that came out of his lips. The
cold ran through his body and he covered himself with his hands. "Do you have any idea what time
it is?"

Jimin opened one eye, his vision still blurry. It was all dark except for the moonlight from the
window. There was a loud murmur outside, and music playing in the background. He scratched his
eye, trying to see better.

"It's 9 pm" commented Hobi seeing him look for his phone. "I haven't seen you in a week and you
haven't even talked to me" Jimin felt bad. It wasn't intentional but he had been depressed since
college started. Only 5 days of lessons and he was already thinking about the embarrassment he had
gone through since the first day. The thousands of eyes and laughs at his expense kept haunting
him.

Jimin still had gone to class sitting away from everyone, especially avoiding Jeon and his friends.
Jin sat next to him like usual, and Daehyun sometimes sat with other students. Fortunately, there
weren't that many lessons right now, but whenever he was in the same room as Jungkook he could
feel his gaze. It gave him the creeps and Jimin wanted nothing to do with him. It also didn't help the
fact that there weren't that many preys in the Major.

"Something definitely happened" commented Hobi seeing his silence. Jimin wasn't the quiet type
with him and not the kind that stayed in his room rotting.

"You already know" Jimin said embarrassed. His eyes were a little puffy from the long nap. He got
up from the bed and went to get a glass of water in the communal kitchen and Hobi followed him.

"I have an idea but I'd appreciate it if you explained it to me. I haven't seen you in almost a week"
he insisted, this time with his arms crossed. Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Are you still sad about what happened this Monday?" said a voice from behind. Great, the missing
piece just came. Hoseok turned to the owner.

"And who the fuck are you?" he said looking him up and down.
"My roommate, Jin" Jimin muttered, noticing that this time the omega was dressed a bit more
elegantly and his hair was molded with lacquer. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, to the welcome party. Are you not going?" Jin asked, curious. He shook hands with Hobi as if
he had known him all his life. "Nice to meet you, Hobi"

"Why the hell do you know his name?" Jimin asked, almost choking on his water.

"Ah, I saw it on your phone the first day" he replied as if that didn't sound creepy at all. Jimin was
convinced the dude could commit murder and still make the police think it was totally normal to do
that. Hoseok didn't seem to mind though, because he was already giving him his best smile. Jimin
knew where this was going.

"I see you're an omega" he murmured, his eyes still on his lips. "You smell nice"

Jin didn't seem to get the message so he shrugged. "It's the new perfume I bought. Anyways, why
aren't you two dressed? Aren't you coming to the homecoming party?"

"N-"

"Of course! I was just waiting for Jimin to wake up" Hobi said with his best smile, cute to Jin but
threatening to Jimin, because it just meant there was no option to refuse. "We can go together if you
want"

"Oh sure. My friend is waiting downstairs but I'll tell him you're coming with us too. I'm sure he'll
be very happy." Jimin wanted to tear out his veins. Now he too had to put up with the stinky wolf?
Hobi waited for Jin to leave. Just right after the door closed, he turned to his best friend with his
threatening smile signature.

"What are you waiting for? Get dressed" ordered. Of course, there was no option to decline.
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If there was one thing Jimin hated, it was scents. People usually hid them, because it was
something very personal. However, in this university it was as if people wore them with pride. To
mark territory and to know who was alpha and who was an omega. The smell came from where
everyone was and he sneezed several times.

He ran his hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. Jimin put on his typical party outfit,
something his father would hate to see on him. Tight pants and a silk shirt caressing his body. If
you added to that his eye shadow and the glitter marked with the eyeliner, it was not surprising how
Jimin always stole the show. He was a party animal, despite the mood he had ended up with this
week.

Jin, Hobi and Dae-hyun were walking with him toward one of the fraternities. He didn't like the
idea that much at first, remembering the fact that it wasn't exactly a fraternity of omegas but of
alphas only. At least Jin had calmed him down by saying that they just always did the college
parties so today all the students were there.

"There's nothing to be afraid of" assured Dae-Hyun, who from the moment he saw the omega
coming down the stairs he couldn't stop looking at him. Jimin wasn't planning on even touching
him with a stick, wolves were insufferable.

The music could be heard from afar, now the volume higher. Jimin felt better seeing everyone
chatting and drinking in the distance. There were already people dancing even. They were dressed
more casual than he expected from rich kids.

They entered after showing their student IDs. There was so little space at the entrance that Jimin
had to get between rubbing bodies. The sticky feeling of sweat made him want to puke. He felt the
tug of a hand on his arm and was pulled out of the pile of bodies by Hobi.

"Getting lost already?" he asked a little louder because of the music. Jimin smiled. In a few hours,
his mood had improved thanks to his friend.

"I'm low-key glad you forced me to go" he said in his ear. Hobi slapped his ass and dragged him
over to Jin, who was already in one of the kitchens. He and Dae-Hyun were chatting with some
girls.

"What would you like to drink, Jimin?" Jin said looking in the fridge. Without waiting for an
answer, he handed him a beer. "Try this, it's very good" Jimin took a sip while Hobi took one just
like it. The bitter cold taste made him feel alive again.

"I've been partying all summer and it still feels like the first time in a long time" he murmured with
a chuckle.

"Where are you two from?" Dae-Hyun asked. He had been here for a few minutes and was already
staring at other omegas' butts. Jimin was convinced the wolfie had no problem finding fuckbuddies.
He was an attractive boy, but a wolf. Jimin didn't want to start the year by being someone's
breeding bitch.

The conversation continued between the four of them until they were on their third drink. This time
Jimin decided to mix vodka with other drinks to get rid of the beer taste. He wanted something
light.

Hoseok was already leaving with Jin to dance and Dae-hyun was now chatting with one of the girls
from earlier. Jimin took advantage of the situation and decided to explore.

He walked up the stairs and looked around the communal area below. There were so many bodies
that no one could hardly be distinguished. The only lights were the LEDs that had been placed
along the edges of the walls, changing colours with the rhythm of the music.

Normally he would look for someone to pick up and seduce, but he was in a new place. Jimin
needed to snoop around a bit first. To know where was he getting himself into. He walked past
many people coming and leaving, which got him weird looks at times, some of them intimidating.

Already on the third floor, his steps slowed down when he saw the alpha girl from the first day of
class. This time she was wearing a tight black dress and a glass full of alcohol. She was with a
group of alphas and a male omega sitting on the lap of one of them.
Just like the first day, she ran her eyes all over Jimin's body and was already taking steps towards
him. The girl was pretty, with full lips and big dark eyes. Jimin couldn't smell her scent well since
his nose was confused with so many bodies around. His sense of danger wasn't working if he
couldn't figure out who each person was and how close they were to him.

Jimin took another step back noticing that the rest of the alphas were looking at him now too. He
would normally give in or get sassy, but something wasn't right here. It was all alphas and
predators, the perfect mix for dominance. Their eyes had a devouring gleam and looked at him
more like a piece of meat than a possible good fuck.

Still taking subtle steps back, his glass fell dry on the floor as he collided with something hard. The
girl stopped walking towards him and looked at what was behind Jimin. Her expression went from
lust to fear, and finally, to respect. As if what Jimin had behind him was the school principal.
Suddenly, a strong scent invaded his nostrils. The blond turned, walking away a bit. His expression
got fearful.

The raven eyes that he now didn't stop seeing everywhere now looked at him, bored. Jungkook was
standing there, his clothes not as elegant as usual. His black t-shirt was loose on his body, but you
could see the robustness of his chest.

He was so beautiful even under the darkness of the hall, eyes like two black holes and hair slicked
back. His piercings shone as always, together with the fine chain around his neck and rings. His
arm tattoos distracted Jimin. He didn't see them till now, first time discovering the new fact. One of
his arms was full of tattoos. The ink drew snakes everywhere. Like the rings on his long fingers, the
snakes were always on his body.

Like a brand. A legacy.

He was everything Jimin was weak for, even in the things he didn't want to admit.

Jimin took a step back, his saliva caught in his throat. The movement did not go unnoticed by
Jungkook, whose black eyes followed the trail of his neck. The music was playing low now, in the
background. He couldn't tell if it was just his head getting its priorities right, the main focus being
Jungkook now.
He didn't know what to say.

"Would u like some drinks, guys?" the alpha girl from earlier said, a drink ready in her hand. She
now no longer seemed interested in Jimin, her eyes only on the snake hybrid and the guy behind
him. The one behind, Kim, walked over to her and grabbed the drink.

"Who is this?" said Kim right before sitting. He looked so bored Jimin felt insulted.

"Park Jimin, he's in class with us" clarified the girl, now looking back at the bunny with a
mischievous smile. Oh, lord. Jimin didn't want to be here. The air smelled of danger and he looked
like a piece of meat surrounded by hungry hyenas.

"Since when do preys go to school? Shouldn't you be home-schooled?" interrupted Jungkook, a

cigarette between his lips now. He turned it on calmly as if he had all the time in the world to
humiliate Jimin. Yet, the bunny hybrid chose to stay quiet. He was in the enemy zone. If he reacted
sharply he would take a beating.

Kim spread his legs on the couch and took another sip from the glass. Jungkook approached Jimin,
this time with a hand outstretched to touch him. His long fingers could almost reach his skin. The
boy took a step back, his teeth clenched in fear.

"Poor thing, he's scared" Kim commented with a weak laugh. The girl sat down next to him, her leg
now brushing against his. The guy's hand was soon between her legs. Jungkook paid no attention to
them, his gaze only on Jimin.

"Mm, you think so? Is the little thing scared?" he said in that silky smooth tone. His voice wasn't as
deep as Kim but it was clear and remarkable. Jungkook's fingers were still in the air, reaching out to
touch Jimin. The boy could feel under his shoe the broken cristal pieces from before.

"Leave me alone" he spat, annoyed. He couldn't take the pressure anymore. Where the hell was
Hobi and the others? His breath suddenly got caught in his lungs when Jungkook took a drag from
his cigar and his hand, in a quick movement, grabbed the bunny. His fingers circled his slender
neck, without any pressure. Jimin's heart was beating so fast, his instinct alarm on.

"Preys don't talk back" he whispered. His dark piercing eyes caressed Jimin's face. He was so close
now the blond could smell him from the few centimetres apart. His intoxicating alpha fragrance,
like a strong perfume, invaded Jimin's nostrils. Jungkook's alpha scent was peculiar and so strong it
overcovered the rest. Jimin felt dizzy. Disgusted, even. The touch was like poison on his skin. He
was probably a poisonous snake.
 Coming back to reality, he snatched the cold hand from the grip on his neck and backed away from
him. A growl escaped Jimin's lips and Jungkook almost laughed.

"They even fight back now" he commented with a soft chuckle. His hand went back to the pocket
of his pants. Jimin couldn't any get words out of his mouth. The touch of his hand was still on his
neck. Cold, disgusting. The itching he felt the first time they locked eyes was back once again. It
was like an invasion, but Jungkook only needed to touch or look at him to make it happen.

Jimin couldn't hold it anymore and ran as fast as he could from him, going back to where he came
from. Jungkook didn't try to stop him and even moved out of his way. Another soft chuckle left his
lips as he exhaled the cigar smoke.

"You scared him" commented Taehyung, his fingers now wet from caressing the girl's wet folds
between her legs. Her cheeks were getting red as little gasps escaped her lips. She licked his neck,
trying to mark territory as the alpha she was. Her leg was already on Taehyung's knee, looking for
more pleasure. The needy image she gave made Jungkook almost laugh. He grabbed the half-full
now glass from Taehyung's hand.

"Breeding bitches now go to fucking school" Jungkook said like he couldn't believe his eyes. The
little thing caught his eyes from day one, acting all high as if he even deserved to be in college. The
snake hybrid walked to the hall curb, his eyes roaming the people under him dancing and drinking
in the flashing lights as he took a sip. The taste of the cigarette mixed with the alcohol and
Jungkook smiled to himself. "Park Jimin... huh"

Chapter End Notes

Thank you for reading! Im really excited for this fic since I've planned it for some time. I
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or hierarchy... etc. There are also harsh words, and even worse scenes coming in later chapters.

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"What the fuck happened?" Jimin could already hear his friend's footsteps closer, the panic in his
voice noticeable. His hands were still shaking even though it had been an hour sitting outside from
the fraternity, just right next to the central fountain. Hobi didn't even wait for him to speak and
moved Jimin's hand from his neck.

"What the fuck is this, Jimin?" he asked once again. Green shades were all over the bunny's neck,
the milky skin now tainted with fear. Jungkook's fingers didn't even put pressure when he touched
him yet his body somehow reacted to it. Jimin let the air he was holding in his lungs go while two
big eyes were on him, still expecting an answer.
"I just... went upstairs, to wander a little bit... you know" tried to say. Jimin was embarrassed, pride
hitting the ground in front of those assholes, treating him like a piece of meat before a human.

"Did you get beaten up!?" interrupted Hobi panic in his voice, hands now on each side of his waist.
He looked like a Karen and Jimin tried to beam about it.

"No no! Its just this guy... J-Jungkook"

"Hobi, why did you leave?" Jin was already running towards them, his clothes a bit messed up. The
tall omega looked sweaty and had loads of scents all over him like he just got claimed by half the
fraternity. His steps slowed down when he saw Jimin's neck. "What happened...?"

Jimin just wanted to go home.

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"So let me get this straight. You got cornered by Jungkook and his friend?" asked once again Jin.
The three of them were walking back to the dorms. Just them because Dae-Hyun stayed saying it
was still too early to leave. Jimin kinda had to agree with him since it was just 2 am and didn't feel
like dragging the guy with them just because he wanted to go home. At least Jin was kind enough
to calm him down. Jimin still felt like he owed his new roommate a thank you for being so
considerate.

"Pretty much, yeah." The experience felt like a dream now. However, Jimin knew tonight those
black eyes would haunt him in his sleep.

"That doesn't say the same though?" inquired Jin, moving his chin towards Jimin's neck. Explaining
the whole situation to both of them was almost comical. They just didn't understand a single thing,
especially Jin, and Jimin wasn't any better.

"As I said, he didn't put any pressure but I don't know why there are marks" replied Jimin, fingers
caressing once again the soft skin of his neck. The parts with green shades were icy cold and it
weirded him out. Hobi, who had been silent the whole walk back to the dorms, finally raised his
head.

"Is he a poisonous snake?"

His question seemed to light a bulb in Jin's head because the omega covered his mouth in a gasp.

"Oh my god, yes! Why didn't I remember that?"

"Why do you know so much about everyone here?" was Hobi now asking, his head turning to the
omega. Jimin could feel all it took was a night for them to be closer since now both guys seemed to
be very comfortable around each other. Maybe later he would ask Hobi what happened while he
was away.
"Because we come from the same high school? You two are so lost I'm actually impressed you
survived a week here"

"He didn't" Jimin rolled his eyes at Hobi's comment.

"Can we stick to the point? He's a poisonous snake then, right?" Jimin brought back attention to the
issue. It was enough stress thinking about how he was gonna hide it by Monday. Jin nodded, hands
in his pocket this time. His light make-up looked a bit messy.

"Oh, definitely. It's probably the reason why your skin is reacting like that."

"So everything he touches does that?" Hobi asked, finger pointing to the bunny's neck. Jin sighed.

"Seriously... did y'all even take the basic predator/prey course for kids?" he asked, looking left and
right at Jimin and his friend. He was convinced they had been studying in some random country
before coming here.

"Stick to the point" repeated Jimin, getting frustrated with this whole situation.

"They can do it intentionally. Their touch isn't poisonous unless they convert it on purpose." tried to
explain Jin, even though Jimin's expression was getting worse every time a word came out of his
lips. "He probably hates your guts... Why did you even anger a Jeon?"

"Right, why did you even anger him bro?" joined Hobi in the interrogation. Jimin was about to
scream.

"I didn't do anything! He makes fun of me and I have never even talked to him!" almost yelled at
them. He was on the verge of just dropping to his knees and crying. A weird feeling of anxiousness
was expanding inside his chest. Ever since he came to this campus he had been acting weird,
especially since he shared space with that fucking snake guy.

"Well, he usually does that... making fun of others and shit." attempted to say Jin, his scent getting
sour something.

"Who does he think he is!?" Jimin complained at him as if Jin was the one who bruised his neck.
Hobi got in between them and pushed back the blonde.

"Let's all go to sleep. I'm sure you are tired from the poison. Tomorrow it will be better. We can talk
about this later" tried to calm down both of them, even though it was only Jimin the one all over the
place. The tall omega nodded, placing a hand on Jimin's shoulder.

"Let's just go rest, okay?"

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Jimin couldn't sleep for two days.

His head felt heavy on his shoulders, a constant ringing dancing in every brain cell. The bruises on
his neck faded though, fortunately before the start of the next week of lessons.

The thin omega got out of the bath, small droplets of water everywhere. His skin was kind of
sensitive right now, probably because of the fatigue from the poison. The headaches he had since
Friday night got better thanks to the medicine Jin gave him, but the other factors were still there.

Cold sweat, high temperature and the hard ringing inside his ears. Jungkook's eyes haunted him
non-stop. Jin explained to him the Jeon's snakes had the strongest poison. The effects variated,
depending on the owner and his will. His roommate didn't give much info at all. There wasn't much
about it since it was a family thing, but Jimin was convinced it was witchcraft.

Hobi visited many times. His shared room was in the middle of both wings, from what Jimin
understood, but the beta stayed with them for most of the weekend. It was complicated to stay the
night though since it was part of the dorm rules to not remain in other rooms past a certain hour.
Wolfie definitely skipped that rule, him and every student.

Hobi and Jin got along very easily and were quick to even exchange their numbers. Contrary to
what Jimin thought, Hobi and the omega didn't do anything in the welcoming party. His best friend
explained that Jin didn't seem interested.

"You look better" said Dae-Hyun, dropping his bag right on the chair next to the omega.

"Do you mind? I'm eating" complained Jimin, the toast still hanging in his hand. The wolf didn't
listen and just went straight to their fridge.

"Man, omegas are really better at this. You two even have fresh food. Our dorms just have useless
alphas that can't even differentiate parsley from cilantro" he commented, his nose already inside the
depths of the fridge. It was full of meals that both roommates bought a few days ago.
"And can you?" asked Jimin, an eyebrow arched. The omega comment bothered him but he wasn't
in the mood to discuss that shit with an alpha right now.

"Nope, that's why I'm here little bunny" his choice was finally a glass of juice Jimin had put there
to cool.

"Don't call me that" he almost snarled. Dae-Hyun didn't seem fazed. He swallowed down the whole
glass in a millisecond.

"So what's your plan for this week?" his questions didn't stop as he was already sitting right in front
of Jimin. "Will you avoid Lord Jungkook?"

The omega sighed. Just hearing his name made the hair on his nape arise.

"I don't know. That asshole is everywhere" he replied. It wasn't his intention to look weak in front
of Dae-Hyun but it was too late. The welcoming party night already made Jimin look like a
coward.

"I think you just have to not be alone around that dude" explained wolfie. It sounded easy if only
Jimin actually had friends in class but without Jin, there was no one else and the lack of preys didn't
help at all. The few in his class were all alphas, and that was a big no.

If there was one thing as annoying as an alpha predator, it was an alpha prey. They acted with such
a high attitude, thinking they were the chosen ones for being born as alphas.

A good example was Jimin's father, Mr Park, with such an inferiority complex, from working
surrounded by other alpha predators, with a heavy obsession to be the best of the best, and look
good when he wasn't. It was so ingrained in his brain he always had the same damn shitty dialogue
at every dinner in family.

"No matter if you are a prey or a predator" he would say "what matters is the soul, if you are an
alpha or an omega". It was the only thing Mr Park had to show off, which was kinda pathetic in
Jimin's opinion.
"You say that as if I was the popular cheerleader or something. I don't have friends" Jimin rolled his
eyes. The wolf found the comment funny and took the toast from him. It made him look cute,
somehow.

"Maybe if you changed that narcissistic expression you always got" he said jokingly. Jimin didn't
get offended this time. The blonde was getting used to Dae-Hyun's presence and he didn't like that.
The dude was hot, sure, but even if he smiled like a puppy he still was a wolf. Why would he take
advice from a whole ass predator and an alpha?

"Fuck off." He got up from the table, leaving the breakfast plate with the crumbs all over the place.
Jimin wasn't that good at making his own food and neither cleaning his leftovers. Too used to the
luxury, back home the servants would always be behind, waiting for him to finish and quickly clean
after his mess. "Anyways, I'm leaving"

Dae-Hyun did the same, backpack already hanging on his shoulder and mouth full from the toast.
Wolfie was always wearing a tank top, never looking like the rich kid he was. Jimin still didn't dig
into that matter, didn't even know who Jin's parents were and even less Dae-Hyun's. However, one
thing was for sure, Mr Park was usually richer than anyone. It was the only thing a prey with an
inferiority complex could flex.

"Did you receive the uni swimsuit?" asked Hobi. "I just received an email from them saying to join
the extracurricular activities. I didn't even know they had a whole ass pool" The beta had been
waiting at their door with the phone in his hand. Instagram was open, as always, and of course he
was checking someone's profile.

"Wait till you see the other installations. The gym is amazing" Dae-Hyun intervened.

"I don't think I received any email yet though." The omega tried to peek at the screen. "Who are
you investigating this time?"

"Just some dude I saw at the party. I think he's in your Major" Jimin froze when Hobi turned the
phone's screen towards him. A pic of a fluffy black haired guy leaning on a luxurious car met his
eyes. He looked like a prince in a suit, surrounded by the lights in the city in the middle of the
night. The number of likes and comments was extreme. Definitely a big fish.

"Isn't that Kim Taehyung?" said Dae-Hyun. Jimin forgot about him for a second and turned to the
wolf, finding the predator leaning on the wall.

"That's his name?" he asked, a bit surprised. Dae-Hyun nodded.

"So you do know him." Hobi was already smiling, eyebrows raised. Jimin knew that expression,
seen it a few too many times.

"I don't like your tone" his comment made Hobi chuckle.

"What's with my tone?" he replied with a grin, asking as if he didn't know what Jimin meant. Dae-
Hyun just watched the whole thing going on, arms crossed.

Jimin knew Hobi was like a bee going from one flower to another and couldn't care less, he himself
had done similar things in the past, but this was a new line he wasn't allowed to cross.

"You are interested in him" Jimin finally said. The beta squinted his eyes.

"And?"

"That guy was with Jungkook the Friday night"

Hobi froze.

"What-"
"Good morning y'all!" Jin almost yelled coming down the stairs. Happy as ever, with a shining
smile. It wasn't the time to argue. Jimin and Hobi looked back at each other.

"Don't even think about it" warned the blond before leaving with Jin and Dae-Hyun. Hobi followed
them soon after, in silence.

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Jimin made sure to sit at the very front spot, the closest to the professor. Maybe this way blending
in the room would be easier. Sitting at the very back would only make the feeling of eyes on him
overwhelming. At least now everyone was behind him. It was still shocking the way he had to act
in college, compared to his usual persona. Since when did Park Jimin avoid attention? He craved it
24/7. To say Jimin was ashamed of himself was a fact.

"I'm not used to this... It feels weird." commented Jin, next to the short omega as always. Jimin was
thankful he didn't leave him alone.
The dog hybrid turned to the other students. Like the typical college classroom, the seats escalated
to the upper wall, the ones at the back higher than the ones at the front.

"You get used to it" commented Jimin. He wasn't a fan of sitting at the very front but after the
embarrassment of the first day it wasn't an option to look like a bad student. The last thing he
needed was the university to contact his father to tell him his son was useless. Hell no, Jimin would
concentrate and study hard . The disappointment was reserved for the tattoos. "Did you study for
the exam?"

Jin paused the tiktok and turned off the screen. The iPhone phone case was as pink and soft as
almost everything he owned. Pastel colours were his theme, apparently.

"Ah, not that much. It's just the 10% of the final mark anyways. Not much to lose" he said,
stretching his long arms. "I suppose you did, right? I saw you studying the night before"

"Ah... yeah" replied Jimin, avoiding that the reason behind all that was the lack of sleep. At least he
did something useful with the wasted time, even though he looked so trashy every morning. But
one couldn't really tell from looking at him. Jimin had powdered his eyebags, always checking
himself on the small mirror in his bag. The primer and corrector did a good job hiding the
horrendous tired look. At least his lips brought more attention than his eyes with the pinkish gloss
on them.

The distinctive fast and steady steps made him cautious and Jimin raised his head, for a quick
second. The last people left to enter were Jungkook and the Kim guy, or Taehyung, from what he
recently discovered. Jin paid them no attention and Dae-Hyun, who changed seats, neither.
However, everyone else got in that worshipping mood again.
Jimin tried to act it off, hiding that fear attempting to crawl out, stealing another glance while the
two tall guys were still crossing the classroom to sit. Their steps resonated on the floor and got
mixed with the chatting of the other students begging for attention.

"Good morning" greeted the professor right after, looking happy today, his thick glasses more clean
than usual. Jimin smiled to greet the man back like a few others were doing, finally feeling like the
enemy was far from him.

"Good morning" he whispered, voice caught in his throat when he felt the noise of the seat behind
him being opened. The shift of movement meant someone was taking the spot right behind him and
it didn't take long before Jimin was suffocating in that peculiar fragrance again. The snake strong
pheromones forced anyone to notice his presence and the worst part is that the fucker did that on
purpose. One could hide his own scent, Jimin did that on a daily. But maybe not everyone carried
their social category with the same shame he did.

Jin glanced at him, a worried look in his gaze and the bunny couldn't even look back at his
roommate. Jimin was scared that, if he turned his head just even a little to the side, he would be
able to see that tall figure from the corner of his eye.

Hours went through the lessons and Jimin was constantly alarmed. The omega couldn't even hold
the pencil right, aware of every small thing or action he made because the two dark piercing eyes
were doing that too.
Watching him .

Every little shift in his posture, every small breath he took, or even when he passed the pages of the
book slowly.

Jungkook was like a ghost. He made no sound, didn't even chat with Taehyung. On the breaks, all
Jimin could hear was the soft tap of his fingers on the phone screen or the laptop he sometimes
used in class. Jin sometimes showed his roommate a pic or a tiktok on the phone and the blonde
was so anxious he was to scream " don't speak to me, you will bring attention to us " at the poor
guy, fearing another neck grip or a threat.

However, it never came. Jungkook never touched or talked to him. He was silent for hours and
didn't even move from his seat to the bathroom or for a smoke break.

The professor was already handing out the exam papers. It started once everyone got theirs. Jimin
was confident, and he mentally wished luck to Jin even if the omega didn't give a shit about the
test. The concepts he studied and practised were all in his head. From the very first pages to the last
ones.

So when he stared at the same question for ten whole minutes, everything clicked, as the issue was
finally noticeable.
It was asking about stuff he didn't actually understand nor ever see yet. The equation was totally
new to him, even what it was asking unrecognizable. Jimin shifted in his seat. His eyes moved
down to the next one and a deep frown appeared between his eyebrows.

Not a single question had anything to do with what he studied. Jimin licked his lips, fingers
caressing the soft blond strands to the back, too concentrated on resolving the problem.

A soft tapping was heard behind him and the bunny hybrid pressed his lips against each other. Just
when he forgot his existence Jungkook made sure to remind him.

The fragrance intensified, feeling the stare of those eyes back at him. As if the omegas' recent
movements made the snake remember Jimin was in front of him. He could feel even how those
black pupils caressed every inch of uncovered skin, and that made him feel naked and nauseous.

Jimin blinked again, trying to gain back the focus.

"Time's up" the professor announced and the omega pressed his hand into a fist. He handed over his
blank exam, a dark expression on the old man's face when he saw the unanswered questions. Jimin
received no comment, just a degrading stare.

"I didn't even study shit and got all the questions right" commented Jin, a pretty smile appearing on
his lips. "It was so easy, I don't know what were you so worried about. Even a school grade kid
could have done those questions"
It was the perfect moment to say that, definitely. Jimin nodded, because what else was he supposed
to do? He didn't want to look dumb in front of his roommate and even worse, in front of Jungkook.

The lessons ended and Jimin grabbed Jin, taking him without warning to leave together, proposing
to go eat at the cafeteria. Jin joked about his clinginess but still tagged along. The silence they left
in the seats behind was still there. Jimin was aware that Jungkook didn't move a muscle, except
those eyes on the bunny's nape... and other parts.

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Jimin knew he wasn't crazy. Every single question was still dancing inside his head, even the weird
equations still engraved there. How could he not know?

The same day it was announced there would be an early test, the professor had marked which pages
of the book would the exam be about. Jimin was 100% sure of it to the point he almost fought with
Jin over how hard it was. The tall omega just told him it wasn't that deep and that everyone had a
bad day but Jimin wasn't having it.
He didn't work like that. As one of the best students and in the lowest social category as an omega
and a prey he couldn't afford bad days. His father was already annoying enough, pestering him
about giving the Park family a bad image.
However, Jimin was convinced something was wrong, to the point he waited till the end of the
lessons to talk with the professor. He walked fast as soon as everyone left, the door was open.

"Professor? These questions... I don't think we ever reviewed them in the book yet" Jimin shyly
tried to explain, his notebook between his hands. Raising his vision when he got no answer, the
fake smile fell at the sight of Jungkook right in front of the professor. The snake hybrid wasn't even
looking at him, ignoring Jimin and his stupid question. His attention was on the old man, who had
turned his head to look at Jimin.

The bunny already regretted coming here.

"Already having difficulties, Park? I thought you were a smart one huh?" the professor got up and
Jimin bite his lip, unable to give another glance to Jungkook, who now was on his phone,
comfortably sitting on one of the seats, legs so long the stylish shoes were still on the floor.

"I'm just... I don't understand? I've definitely studied for this test but these questions have nothing
to do with the first pages of the book you marked the other day" Jimin said, trying his best to not
sound nervous or scared. He was with two predators, sure, but one of them was the professor even
if he didn't like the omega that much.

"Are you saying it's my fault that you didn't know the answer?" the teacher crossed his arms. His
glasses were hanging from the bridge of his nose, making him look like a librarian.
Jimin opened his pretty lips to speak, but the action stopped when he saw from the corner of his
eyes the other hybrid moving.

"Seems like you are busy. I'll get going" Jungkook said, acting as if Jimin didn't exist. The bunny
stared at him. The alpha got up and fixed his perfect look. The chain around his neck was there as
always, with the same rings he wore every day. Jimin couldn't fully appreciate the tattoos, covered
by the clothes, unlike at the welcoming party. This time he wore a baby blue white striped shirt,
sleeves rolled up. Only the end of the ink could be seen in his arm. Jimin wanted to slap himself for
always analyzing every inch of the dude.
If he only wasn't such a disgusting piece of shit, Jimin thought, he would have fallen for him.

The professor, like a dog in heat, had already put his full attention on the taller alpha.

"Oh, of course! See you tomorrow Jeon. Tell your father we are really grateful" he almost licked
Jungkook's ass, eyes shiny accompanied by a big smile from one ear to another. Jimin knew what
was going on but the dude could at least try to hide his crashing favouritism.

The omega thanked every single God out there when he saw Jungkook leaving, crossing him
without a single glance and not even replying to the old man. His steps were fast, gone in a second.

"So?" the professor took the bunny out of his trance, going back to that sour expression and frown.
Jimin wished he could spit on his face and even beat him up with the notebook.

The chat didn't last long. Jimin was humiliated in every way by the old man, eyes always judging
the omega with disgust. It came to the point the blonde was on the verge of just leaving and hiding
in his room again. As soon as he showed his notes to the professor the man laughed in Jimin's face,
telling him even a kid could do it better. Jimin had to look at the ground the whole time, biting his
lips to not let out the anger piling up with every word that came out of that old crusty mouth.

The conclusion ended in Jimin not studying enough and being useless, that he looked like he was
always in the clouds in the middle of class. Worst part? That was the furthest from the truth. Jimin
was a good student, never letting a single detail in class out of his notes.

The professor finished his shitty ted talk with the last hit, recommending Jimin the program.

"I'm sure your parents want you to have a bright future" finally said, now smiling as if he hadn't
destroyed Jimin's existence for a whole hour. "Join the omega stay at home program and do the
duties you are supposed to do. Omega preys are not made for this"
Even a slap would have hurt less. What the fuck was going on in this uni? Since the first day the
hostility was palpable and even the professors, who were supposed to be neutral, had that damned
archaic mentality.

Jimin wasn't going to stay at home to be pumped full of kids, even less to be picked by any alpha
like a hamburger on the menu.

"Our omegas only get chosen by the best alphas" he proudly went on. "Rich with a good reputation,
and best part... predators"

Yeah, and old and crusty wanted Jimin to reply. He could already tell this man's partner was an
omega prey from this shitty program. Probably forced to breed with him from day one.

The door closed behind the poor bunny, now all alone in the middle of the hall, hands gripping the
notebook with so much anger the paper got wrinkled. Jimin sighed, a sad look on his face. In high
school, it wasn't like this and there were less predators. He suspected his father had invested money
there in the past years, which is why he didn't get this horrible treatment before.

His footsteps were slow, finally reaching the corner to the stairs. Jimin didn't go further though,
ceasing as soon as the tall shadow of a body made an appearance. It didn't take much guessing to
know who was right in front of him.

Jungkook was leaning on the wall, steam leaving his lips. The cigarette between his fingers was
already finished. The fucker clearly had been waiting for the omega to finish his conversation with
the professor. One last exhale of smoke and he dropped the cigarette's butt to the ground, crushing
it with his black formal shoes.

"Already trying to seek favours?" he asked, that wicked tone present in his voice. Jimin wished he
at least wasn't so attractive, with that perfect complexion and slicked-back hair. The omega inside
him only knew instinct when it came to these things and an alpha like Jungkook was top tier in its
eyes. if only the dude wasn't literally a bully.

"Favours? I'm using my right as a student to ask for help" Jimin replied. Jungkook didn't even listen
to him from the lack of response the bunny got. Long fingers took something out of his pocket. A
packet of cigarettes. With a quick shift, he single-handedly took one out. Jimin was once again
dumbfounded, staring at his every movement. It probably had to do with him being a snake. There
was no other explanation. The cigarette was soon burnt thanks to the golden lighter Jungkook
always had with him.

After a short moment of pure silence which felt like an eternity to the omega, Jungkook's dark eyes
shifted towards the milky neck. A flashback flashed in Jimin's mind, hand involuntary rising to hide
it.

"It faded" he whispered, giving the cigarette the first drag. Jimin's gaze followed the action, the fine
lips inhaling the nicotine. An invasive thought crossed his head. Licking Jungkook's mouth from
inside would taste bitter, just like his personality. The sharpness of his tongue would cut his own
wet muscle. Jimin wasn't sure, didn't know shit about snake hybrids. The image of the weird
fatigue. Straightening his back, he went on with his walk towards the stairs.

"The professor is right" Jungkook attacked once more, no energy in that voice. He still looked at
Jimin like he knew every single thought dancing in his brain. But the anger the omega had piled up
inside poured down as soon as he heard the comment and Jimin turned, eyes icy from the hatred.

"No, he isn't. You all are pieces of shit with a superiority complex" he hissed. The notebook was
about to bend and break from the strong grip but Jimin didn't care. He was just getting more mad
every second watching the lack of interest in Jungkook's expression.

"Oh, did it hurt your feelings? The truth is hard to swallow, isn't it?" he spat, lips still straight in a
fine line. Jungkook was so intimidating, with that tall figure and dark aura around him like he could
eat Jimin in a bite and spit him out in just bones. "Even though I'm sure a whore like you is already
good at that"

It took everything in Jimin to not throw the stuff in his hands at him. To make him bleed and
change that god-like attitude.

"What do you want from me? Leave me alone, aren't there plenty of preys or omegas to harass?"

Jungkook took another drag from the cigarette, breathing in a puff of nicotine like he had the rest of
the afternoon free to humiliate Jimin.
"No, most of them are smart enough to know school isn't where they should be" he finally said. Too
angry and unable to believe someone with such a mentality existed, Jimin didn't even notice the tall
alpha was already half a meter from him, too distracted by the feeling of being underestimated
under those judging eyes. "Yet here you are, thinking anyone values your presence here"

"I don't give a sh-"

"Wanna know what the professor thinks? He thinks you are a cockslut who reached this prestigious
university by riding dicks like the bunny you are" Jungkook said, his tone like venom. The clear
intention was to see Jimin crumble, make him cry. "You can't even protect yourself, just a tiny little
thing walking around with those dick sucking lips." he spat once again, his gaze now on Jimin's
plump mouth. His jaw clenched, like he was about to grab the omegas' lips and bite them off him
with just teeth. "Asking for it every second, so ready to get on your knees at the bare minimum"

It was so unnecessary, Jimin thought, to have to hear such harmful words from everyone. He didn't
deserve this. Jimin never intended to do that, he didn't even look at anyone with that purpose in this
place. But before he even got to answer or explain himself, Jungkook was close enough and, just
like that night in the middle of the hall, his hand was reaching the omega.
Yet this time it wasn't aimed at his neck but his chest. The tip of his fingers pushed Jimin softly but
the force felt like the impact of a car.

His notebook, phone, and every single thing carried in his hand fell on the ground, the sound
resonating in the echo of the corridor.

It all happened so fast but so slow in the bunny's eyes. Jimin was already falling down the long big
stairs, his body pushed to the back, ready to hit the edge of the first stair. He couldn't even get to
scream or ask for help before his nape would be crushed by the hard edge, body moving too fast to
do that. Closing his eyes involuntary, mind blank, he waited. But the fall never came, and his head
never hit the edge. Instead, he was hanging in the hair, arm flexed to the maximum, tensed by a soft
grip on his wrist that sent shivers all over Jimin's body.

The smell of smoke mixed with the perfume-like fragrance hit his nose and Jimin let his eyelids
raise. The vision quickly cleared. Jungkook was right in front of him, hand still holding the omegas'
fragile wrist to not let him fall.
Yet Jimin was more scared than relieved, his expression terrorized by the big sadistic smile on
Jungkook's lip. The fangs exhibited, looking pleased and even devilish from what he just did.

As if the whole idea of Jimin falling and him deciding if he hits the ground or not was amusing.

The cold grip had the same effect as before and the poison invaded the bunny's skin. But the poor
prey couldn't even focus on that, too terrified from Jungkook's sadistic smile, eyes shiny with
something unknown.

"See how easy it is to harm you? You could have hurt yourself pretty bad with those shitty reflexes
of yours. Preys are so... weak" the whisper was venomous and he yanked Jimin in a fast move
towards him. The shorter body collapsed against Jungkook's hard chest. Too shocked by what just
happened, Jimin didn't even react to the sudden closeness. The alpha's hand was now on his
shoulder, the other hand holding the now consumed cigarette made half ash.

Jungkook stared at him, the cold expression back in its place. Jimin looked so on the verge of
crying his eyes were glossy. His fragile wrist was green, the poisonous bruise spreading through the
skin, but the omega still was frozen in place, yet his heart beating hard non-stop. The phone on the
ground rang and Jungkook, as if he didn't just try to harm the omega, bent to take it. The notebook
was open and his stuff was all over the place.

The prey hybrid was still staring down, hiding the urge to just cry helplessly. His mind gave up on
fighting back for today, the professor issue and his new bully more than he could chew. He just
wanted to go home or just hide in his room. His things were suddenly in front of him, even his
notebook now closed, and Jimin's eyes glanced up in surprise. Jungkook was handing his stuff to
him, the vibrating device on top of the small pile. Hobi was on the screen, his most recent pic with
Jimin on the beach as his profile pic.

"I don't have all the time in the world" Jungkook said. He didn't sound threatening but just neutral,
as if his play-time with Jimin had ended. The bunny took the pile of things from the predator's grip,
holding them against his chest. Jungkook hit the cigarette with his thumb and the delicate ash
slipped down to the ground. A weird feeling engulfed Jimin, seeing himself in the grey substance.
Falling all over the place, with no colour and such little insignificant weight even the wind could
move him.
Jungkook took a drag and clearly done for the day, he simply passed by Jimin again, leaving
without a word going down the same stairs he just threatened to push Jimin to. The sound of his
shoes was so far now the silence invaded the corridor again.

The omega knew he could have gotten his skull broken in half if the alpha didn't hold him in time.
Unlike Jimin, a useless bunny, snake's reflexes were sharp and quick.

Ironically enough, his father's words came to his mind. No matter how alpha, omega or even beta
one was, their specie was a curse. They would always be the weakest link. Not even all Mr Park's
money could hide that fact.

The bunny fell back to the ground, his knees giving up on supporting the shame of a person he was.
He hid his face pathetically in the middle of the hall. The crying was silent, small sobs came out
with a face wet from the tears. The salty flavour coming from them touched his tongue and Jimin
tried to dry off the now damp face with his bruised wrist. He didn't even notice the green marks on
it and his shoulder, his vision blurry from the crying.

Jimin was too tired.

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A hand caressing him moved to his nape, the warm body he was hugging made him feel at ease. It
was dark outside. Already past 10 pm. Everyone had to be at their respective dorms at this hour or
out somewhere, yet here was Hobi.

They didn't chat much, Jimin too tired to even say a word. Hobi didn't ask a single thing either
when he found the omega on the floor, eyes red from crying, his cheeks flushed from trying to dry
them with his wrist. A depressing picture that the beta wasn't used to seeing. Jimin usually took his
calls so he looked for him, worried. The beta had an idea of what happened but it was better to
guess by himself than make his friend look even more affected.

Jin was still outside when the two friends crashed down in the dorm, one so tired it was like a
dragging a drunk man. Jimin took a quick shower and didn't even make dinner. Only having a towel
wrapped by the waist, his body collapsed against the softness of his friend's, face already hiding in
the crook of his neck. The good thing about betas was their lack of scents. You could only smell the
air.

Jimin knew the overwhelming feeling made him curl in a ball, so when he felt his muscles itching,
he let the animal side win. His body soon did its thing and Hobi was suddenly holding an actual
bunny between his hands. The now too big towel was over the animal and he let it fall to the
ground. His friend smiled with pain in his expression.

It wasn't new but it didn't occur that much either. Jimin rarely transformed, too ashamed of his
animal form. The beta held him closer to his chest and let the warmth of his arms calm the shaking
creature.

The still young rabbit was just like Jimin. Button brown eyes, a very light caramel fur and short,
floppy elongated ears. Hobi's finger made contact with the tip of one of them and Jimin squirmed
from the touch. A small chuckle escaped the beta. It was such a sensitive spot the bunny never let
anyone touch them.
After a good half an hour, the animal appeared comfortable if its soothing breathing was good
enough sign. The Jimin inside turned off the overworked side of his brain, letting his mind wander.

He wished everything ended right now, to go back to the summer from a few weeks ago. The
omega felt grateful for having Hobi close, hands softly stroking the bunny's body with such care.
Part of his mind was in relief and the other, which Jimin ignored the best he could, wished it was
someone else's hands. Hard chest and cold body. The long fingers caressing every strand of the
fluffy hair, in a slow move and carefully. Jimin's brain pictured that icy cold gaze aiming at him
with another emotion.

Care.

An affectionate emotion in those two dark piercing eyes. How would the alpha treat him if he didn't
hate Jimin? The omega inside his soul wanted to be saved from all the hatred, now detached from
any braveness he could have had before. A tiny voice wanted to be protected by Jungkook.

Like the animal he was, the omega subconscious only felt attracted to the king of the jungle. The
strongest among them all. The one everyone listened to. In other past years, it would have been the
silly tiger hybrid in class, but now the chess table had J on its name. If he was the ruler's mate, no
one would dare to touch Jimin. Not even the professor would look at him with disgust.

So, Jimin's subconscious kept picturing things it wished out of fear. To not be Jungkook's enemy
but someone he valued. Was the snake hybrid even able to love? Would he kiss Jimin if the omega
asked for it? Make him Jungkook's personal omega?

That would be nice.

To be Jungkook's favourite person. The only one to touch him everywhere, kiss and lick every inch
of his skin, to be held against his chest. The bunny's brain pictured his own face between those long
legs and Jungkook's cold gaze on him, touching his lips, eyes and nose. Feeling small under his
touch. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Maybe Jimin would even dare to crawl on top of his lap and
feel those big hands caress his ass, waist, and every inch of his body. Jungkook's fangs would soon
graze over the bunny's skin, threatening to dive in once near his neck. He just wanted to please
Jungkook. Make him look at Jimin with that ownership aura.

The omega felt like he was orgasming just thinking about it. If only he listened to Jungko–

"Jimin" Hobi's voice broke into pieces the thousands of pictures in the blackness of his closed
eyelids. The animal opened its eyes feeling like it just woke up from a nightmare. There was warm
dampness under his fur, all over Hobi's chest. Jimin's mind was gaining more consciousness,
noticing he was sweating, small body shaking from the disgust of what had been playing in his
mind. "Jimin! Your fur!"

Hobi's hands shook him, lifting the animal by its underarms. The bunny was disoriented and dizzy
from the sudden movement. Like a scared kitten, the animal felt overwhelmed and Jimin was
suddenly out of Hobi's grasp. The creature's form was delicate, sensitive to any change around. So
with a painful shift, his naked human body came back.

Now sore, Jimin opened his eyes disoriented, expression freezing when he saw Hobi's clothed chest
tainted with blood. His friend was looking at him with horror all over his face, but the beta was
staring at something else.

A sharp pain pulled his attention and Jimin looked down. His heart almost stopped for a second
when he saw it.

His whole arm was purple now, the green bruises turned to another ugly dark colour. It looked as if
every bone in his upper limb had been broken inch by inch. However, that wasn't the horrifying
issue in all of that. Jimin's wrist was bleeding, the blood coming from two dots, with puncture
marks down them. The pain came right after he noticed the wound, his hand covering it
automatically to somehow stop the blood spurt.
"What... Why are you bleeding?!" almost screamed Hobi. Jimin was panicking as much as him.
The pang in his arm was growing and he didn't even know what to do.

"We need to go to the campus infirmary" breathed Hobi with shaking eyes, he was sweating too.
Only a few seconds had passed yet Jimin was pale, the smell of blood making him sick. "Jimin, we
need to go to the fucking infirmary!" Hobi grabbed his shoulder, taking his friend out of the weird
magic spell. The omega was shivering all over, brain working fast to calm himself down. But he
just couldn't. The ache was making him sick, and the feeling of disorientation wasn't improving the
situation.

The beta knew this was going nowhere so he just took the first clothes he saw and threw them at
Jimin.

"I'll ask for help"

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Jimin was getting paler as time passed. The shirt they wrapped over his arm was now red and damp
from the blood. He was losing too much and the effort of running wasn't doing any good. Hoseok
just lifted the omega on his back at some point and ran like his life depended on it. The campus
infirmary was behind the right-wing, the one owned by alphas.

It was pretty late at night but someone had to still be there. The emergency schedule covered the
full 24h. It was better going here than taking a bus to an actual hospital.

Hobi thanked the gods when he saw light on inside. The beta's knuckles hit the white door harder
than he wanted but there was no time for courtesies when his friend was looking like a living
corpse each minute passing. He yelled at whoever was there to open the damn door a few times
before a short guy appeared in front of both boys.

"What's going on?!" he looked annoyed, probably caught in the middle of another duty. His eyes
shifted to Jimin and Hobi pushed himself towards the dude.

"My friend! He's bleeding from his arm!"

The beta sounded like he was about to cry, his hold on Jimin's thigh slipping from the hard shaking.
The nurse noticed the blond's tired expression and the wrapped wet shirt. All the small boy had
around himself was a blanket. Without much questioning, he let them. The infirmary was quite big
for just a campus one and Hoseok dropped his tired friend on the medical gurney. Jimin was so
disoriented he almost fell to the ground if Hobi didn't push him back to the wall behind him.

"Calm down. Let me check him" the short man intervened, putting gloves on and grabbing a few
more items before walking towards them. Hobi stood aside with a hopeful expression on his face.

"I don't understand what's going on" he babbled, eyes drifting from the nurse to Jimin. Another
worker came walking towards them, a look of confusion on his face. "We were just cuddling and..."
"What's the matter?" another nurse came out of the corridor.

"I don't know..." tried to say the busy guy. He unwrapped the shitty attempt of a bandage to stop the
blood. The moist shirt fell on the gurney and Jimin's arm was revealed.

"There's too much blood for such a tiny wound" the dude whispered. Hobi just stood there, behind
them. The panic he had before was still in his chest but at least now the omega was getting
checked. The beta had no idea what just happened but with the two nursing guys, Jimin was in safe
hands. His friend had his eyes closed, the back of his head leaning on the wall. His breathing was
slow though, and his skin looked shiny from the sweat.

Something was definitely wrong.

Hoseok's assumption got confirmed when one of the nurses went pale.

"What's wrong?!" he asked getting close. The man had cleaned the blood from Jimin's arm, leaving
a pile of dirty cotton next to the patient. The wound was now clear and the guy behind him took a
step back.

"What are you doing? Sew the wound or something!" Hobi groaned frustrated.

"This..." the dude whispered. He checked Jimin's body temperature and looked at Hoseok with a
worried expression. "We can't help him"

Hoseok almost jumped him with his fangs out if the other guy at the back hadn't stopped the beta.
"Calm down or I will call security!" the dude attending Jimin tried to tell him, the other one
pushing the beta back to where he was standing.

"Calm down?!? You just said you can't help him. Do something you useless motherfuckers!"

"As I said, we can't help him. This isn't a normal wound!" the nurse carefully opened Jimin's eyes
and checked each one with the ophthalmoscope. The light hit them yet the reaction expected wasn't
normal. His pupils were so dilated the black almost covered the brown iris. "He's reacting to
venom"

Hoseok stopped resisting.

"What... do you mean...?" he almost whispered. The nurse looked back at him.

"Your friend has been poisoned" tried to say. Hoseok pushed the nurse off him and moved fast
towards the guy next to Jimin, grabbing his shoulders, the grip in his fingers strong.

"So why can't you help him?!"

The nurse looked back at Jimin, who was still breathing heavily.

"I don't want to get killed" he said, sounding ashamed of his own answer. Hobi still didn't
comprehend and let his hold on the guy go, dropping his hands as if he had lost. "Going against
them is like suicide"
"I don't... understand"

"It's the Jeon's venom" the guy on the other side finally spoke. He looked more concerned than the
one who had just checked Jimin.

"Jeon..." Hobi whispered. His eyes shifted to the omega's arm and it clicked. The flow of blood had
stopped but the wound was still green, unlike the rest of the purple arm. The dirty bruised colour
was exactly the same tainting Jimin's neck on the Friday night.

"It's definitely from them" the nurse commented.

"Jungkook. That fucker..." he clenched his teeth. There was no time to swear the alpha's whole
existence so he snapped out of his anger, quickly begging again for help. "Listen, just treat him or
something. I'll make sure no one harms you, my family is rich"

The guy in front of him sighed.

"We will give your friends some antibiotics but the Jeon's venom cannot be erased so soon unless
the snake himself does that" the nurse spoke. He gave another glance to Jimin. "It's a very tricky
thing. Their touch does that. They can control the effect as they wish and whoever did this to your
friend is now making it have this effect"

"Even if we tried to stop it, the venom is already inside the blood." the other guy continued.

"So what can we do? Is he gonna be in pain forever and just die?"
"No. The snake could have killed him already if he had wanted. Like I said, it only takes a touch
from one of them" the other guy intervened. "Their venom can kill but also affect someone's mind.
I would be glad if I was you that this is happening to your friend. People had gotten worse fates
from their poison"

"Fuck this shit, I'm going to kill that fucker" Hobi clenched his teeth, but he had to stay calm for
the sake of the situation. "Give him the antibiotics at least. I will make a call"

With a quick move, he took out his phone. His thumb soon was on the calling option of on the only
contact on his mind for this.

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Silence had invaded the room and only the dripping of the injected serum connected to Jimin
resonated through the beta's ears. Hobi checked the time on his phone. It was past midnight now
and the nurses had gone back to whatever they were doing before. Convincing them to help his
friend had been difficult but here he was, watching the colour return to Jimin's cheeks.
Hoseok closed his eyes, tired. He had just made a phone call with Jin, fortunately still awake.
Explaining the situation to him had been like a bad joke.

This didn't seem real. None of it. Jin's voice sounded calm, as if Jimin getting poisoned was
normal. It had weirded Hobi out but he chose to ignore that feeling.

"I'll try to help you" was the last thing the omega said to him. So Hoseok had no choice but to wait
in the waiting room, alone with Jimin's weak body lying on the gurney. He was going to kill
Jungkook.

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Jin ended the call. Hobi's voice was still echoing in his head. Scared, with panic in his tone. The
omega had to help them even if it meant putting himself in danger. Jimin and the beta liked him and
that was reason enough.

"What are you doing?" asked in a whisper a voice behind him. Jin was still naked, glancing for his
clothes. Head-turning to the owner of the raspy voice, he was met with those gorgeous green eyes.
"I'm leaving" was all Jin could mutter. His eyes shifted to the standing mirror behind the alpha,
finding the hoodie and pants he had on before hanging from the edge. Taehyung was still on the
bed. The smell of slick was heavy all over the room yet his scent still could be detected. Jin made
his way towards the mirror, a weird expression on his face when seeing the reflection given. His
body was marked up everywhere, especially his neck. He didn't let the thought marinate in his mind
and just put on his clothes.

"Close the door when you leave" was all Taehyung said, eyes still on the omega's body. Jin glanced
at him. He was checking him out on the bed as if he didn't just fuck the shit out of Jin for hours.
Feeling weak to the pretty green eyes, he approached the stunning hybrid and kissed him hungrily.
Taehyung's soft breath smelled like Jin's own slick and that was threatening to turn him on. He
stood up, he went on with dressing up.

"Tell your friend to leave Jimin alone" he commented, now sitting on the bed putting his shoes on.
A deep chuckle escaped the alpha's lips.

"Why would he?" Jin felt his hand caress the back of his head, going down his nape to stop in the
middle of his back. The aroma of slick suddenly intensified and the omega knew it just had poured
down from his own hole. At the lack of answer, Taehyung spoke again. "Helping the useless prey
won't make you a better person" he whispered. The tip of fingers went under Jin's hoodie, caressing
the smooth skin. Jin closed his eyes. He was aware of that, sadly.

He was a piece of shit and knew it too well.

"Just tell Jungkook to leave Jimin alone" the omega said, brushing off the warm hand now stroking
the back of his head. He left as soon as he took his phone from the nightstand. Taehyung just stayed
there, on that bed like a painting. In a way, he was one Jin stared at whenever his eyes closed. Even
after hours of the alpha's heat inside him the second he left the warm touch everything felt like it
never happened. The hybrid gave one last glance to the breathtaking alpha, who was following his
every move with a confident smile. Without a word, he closed the door carefully, the characteristic
click of the lock hitting his ears.
The last thing he needed was to be noticed by the alpha predators here so Jin walked down the long
hall, slowly to not wake anyone up. His vision wasn't the best though. The darkness had made its
presence since it was past midnight and every light was turned off. He could only hear his own
footsteps and the soft motion of the trees next to the big open windows. The dorms on the right
wing were all closed except one. Unlike the other doors, it was black, far from the rest by a few
meters. Jin knew what awaited there as soon he got near it. Just that strong aura was enough to
know he was there.

Crossing the door at the same pace he came out of Taehyung's room with, his eyes shifted towards
the inside. And there he was, sitting on one of the armchairs that each dorm had, legs spread giving
space for the two omegas kneeling down between his legs, eyes wet from crying. Their hands were
tied up, bodies bruised from rough hangs.

Jungkook was staring down at them, his gaze now lifting to Jin. It was a rare sight, the omega
thought, because seeing the Jeon's white eyes wasn't an usual thing. The black sclera contrasted
with the cristal clear iris. His pupils were vertical and dilated, product of the enjoyment he was
having.

Slick was smeared everywhere, the floor shiny from the honey-like substance. It smelled weirdly
intense, probably triggered by the venom inside the two boys. Both omegas had a vibrating dildo
inside them, abusing their puffy holes. The tied arms weren't even moving, paralyzed by the green
bruises. Their brains were probably melting, making them want to please the alpha. People didn't
even need venom to feel like that towards the Jeon's son, the guy was a walking magnet.

Jin felt bad for Jimin, once again. The blonde was probably suffering right now. Just like the two
boys in front of him.

"Already leaving?" Jungkook asked, the sharp forked tongue wetting his lips. The snake hybrid's
hand stroked one of the omega's head, as if that same hand didn't make them suffer hours ago. Both
poor guys were suffocating, choking by their own gag reflex, mouths full from the two thick dicks
each one had down their throats. Jin gulped down his own fear and nodded.

By that smile between his lips, it was obvious. Jungkook knew where he was going on and why.
These past days weren't a simple coincidence. Jimin was oblivious to it but every touch from the
snake was an advance in his mind to finally control it, just like every victim in his way. Jin couldn't
 say it, he had to act dumb. The last thing he needed was Jungkook targeting him and being another
pain in the ass like his friend Kim.

Fed up with the smell of sex and slick, Jin turned and left, his pace this time faster.

The tall omega kept walking, leaving behind the open door. The muffed sounds and whimpers from
the two guys kept dancing inside his head. It felt like watching a living curse. Yet here was Jin,
sleeping around with this demon's friend. As if Taehyung was any better.

The snake hybrid didn't care about anything. It was clear enough just from his usual disturbing
tradition of always having the door open whenever Jin was leaving the alpha's dorm, manhandling
even alphas. He had witnessed the alpha tiger of his class getting penetrated by Jungkook, both
dicks inside him with no slick in sight. The cries that came out of his classmate at that time made
him never look the same in the omega's eyes.

The alpha clearly found fun in seeing the disgusted expression Jin made every time he had to cross
that door, always open at night. The intention of that was something he didn't want to dig into.
Maybe to make sure he was leaving, probably a courtesy from Taehyung if that was the case. Jin
sighed. Only God knew what crossed their minds. Especially the snake hybrid. Jeon had always
been this wicked, finding enjoyment in the pain of others, their humiliation and shame. In high
school, he had even made other predators' lifes a living hell. No rule was ever applied to him
because no one dared to say no to him. The Jeon family owned everything. And now the next target
was Jimin.

Jin felt bad for his own roommate, because once Jungkook put his eyes on something he didn't stop
till he chewed and spitted it out.

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Jungkook lifted the weights in a rush, chest slowly rising and falling with the effort, his arms tensed
to keep the heavyweight above his head. Sweat trickled down his torso and he let go of the
dumbbells after finishing the repetition. His hair was wet, sticking to his forehead, the now free
fingers combing back the wet strands.

"She's so fucking annoying" Taehyung murmured from the other side, body naked except for shorts
and sunglasses over his head. He was sitting on the leg press stool, with no weight on top. Sweat
trickled down his forehead as well. The phone was snatched from his hand.

"Didn't you two go out just two days ago, though" said Jungkook, looking at the screen. Taehyung
pushed him away, disgusted by the wetness dripping from the alpha's skin falling onto his body.

"Shit ain't enough. Can't you marry her for me or something?" He grabbed the water bottle next to
him and chugged it in a single gulp. The cold contrasted with the heat inside, creating a refreshing
sensation. Jungkook just threw the phone back at Taehyung and made his way to the resting banks.
Right next to it were all the dumbbells, with their respective weights organized from highest to
lowest.

"I'm not into polygamy" he replied while drying off his wet skin with the blue towel next to the
gym supplies. The ground under his feet was dark from the dampness.

"You are so full of shit, as if you wouldn't enslave every omega to you" commented Taehyung with
a chuckle. The smell of smoke didn't take long to reach him.

"Yeah but only one gets the double D"

"Be ready to pay the hospital bills. Kwon couldn't even deal with one of those monsters" he said
referring to the tiger hybrid. Winner of the month was his new nickname, taking both dicks like a
champ. You just had to see how the dude walked for the next weeks. Limping to the point the poor
alpha had to skip class. There was even a rumour the guy's ass was bleeding. It wasn't surprising to
hear Jungkook tore someone's ass muscle. It was a hobby at this point.

"That's because I didn't train him enough to take dick. My future omega will be cocktrained."
Jungkook replied, a cigarette already between his lips, staring at the silent place.

The gym installations were empty. Not a single soul in sight. It was still too early for anyone to
come to train. 6 am, actually.

"Yeah, barefoot and knocked up too" added Taehyung to the perfect omega definition. He was
traditional when it came to them but Jungkook? Another whole level . There was no discussion, the
alpha would have the last word about anything in his partner's life. The dude had a controlling
personality.

"Of course. Wouldn't want that for your cute fiancé, mm?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"I seriously need to get rid of her. I can't keep going on dates with that bitch" sighed. He held the
bridge of his nose, pressing down the stress of just thinking of having to fake another smile to the
Bae's daughter while pretending to like everything she did. The girl was so annoying one couldn't
stand her for more than an hour. As the younger of the Kim, Taehyung was expected to find an
omega to marry. He could choose but his parents' taste in omegas was very different from his. They
desired a dainty small thing and he was into the whole contrary.

"Want me to scare her off for you?" asked Jungkook while chilling on the bench, breathing calmly
as if his lungs weren't as black as his eyes from all that smoking. Taehyung looked at him with
horror but the moment got interrupted by the other alpha's phone sudden ringing.

"Hell no, last thing I need is my parents blaming me because she's in therapy thanks to you"
Taehyung got up and went to grab the black phone. "What is this now? Another party?"
The notification came from an email. It was an invitation from the university itself, celebrating its
anniversary. Considering that Jungkook received it Taehyung was getting one too. It was aimed at
the families more than the students themselves, like a big dinner with them and their parents.

"Looking for more investors huh" murmured Jungkook, phone back in hand. He stared at the screen
like it was the most boring shit ever. "I got a mention of this from the professor"

"Not that ass-kisser please" Taehyung disliked that guy so much, especially how useless he was
teaching. The old man was there thanks to licking shit out of people's holes. Clearly had a good
nose for whose feet he had to kiss to climb the ladder.

Jungkook got up, not before pressing the cigarette's butt against the wall and throwing it in the bin.
He stretched to loosen his tensed limbs. His tanned skin let to the eye every muscle contraction. It
was evident the snake hybrid didn't slack off when it came to working out. If there was something
Jungkook liked, it was beating himself with hard rough effort. Surpassing his limits.

Anger issues, in other words. That's what Taehyung called it since the day his friend broke a dude's
face while boxing. The parents didn't even try to sue Jungkook since nothing would win against the
Jeons. The family name was enough to make the judge favour one side.

This time he didn't jump back to the pressing bench, walking instead to the showers in the alpha
changing rooms.

"I'm leaving." said, hands in pocket. Taehyung just watched him, knowing he had to get up at some
point. Lessons were starting soon and he smelled like a wet cat.
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Friday afternoon and courses were finally over for the week. People were almost running out of the
classroom. Jimin packed all his things and closed the bag. Jin was waiting for him at the door,
engrossed in his cell phone. There was no one left and there weren't many people at first either. The
lesson seminars were in small groups and not everyone chose the same days. Jimin picked this one
because he assumed that no one in their right mind would be in the mood to go to class on a Friday
afternoon. And indeed, he was right.

"How about a snack?" asked Jin. The two of them were walking towards the break room. Hobi was
already there chatting with someone, but the person left as soon as he saw the two omegas coming.
Jimin nodded. He was definitely in the mood for something sweet.

"Ah, you two always take so long" the beta muttered, stepping aside to give them space on the
couch. He restarted the game and continued playing.

"We thought about going for a snack" Jin interjected, legs crossing. Hobi grabbed Jimin by the
shoulder.

"Your turn." The boy looked at him, lost.

"What?"
"Go buy us something?" said Hobi smiling as if Jimin couldn't notice that fake grimace he made
when he wanted something.

"And why don't you go instead?" he countered. Jin snatched the remote out of his hands.

"This isn't your mansion in Busan, move your ass. We always go for you."

Jimin wanted to argue and defend himself, but truth was that the omega wasn't lying. Errands like
going to the supermarket, picking up food orders, washing the dishes, and all that stuff were done
by the beta and Jin. It didn't even cross his mind they would notice because he usually didn't count
the number of times it was each one's turn. His family's servants didn't hold his princely attitude
against him, but this wasn't the Park family servants, it was his friends.

"I swear to God... if you say no..." threatened Hobi with the remote, which Jimin slapped away
from his face.

"Fine I'll go." he huffed, adjusting his hair and picking up his purse from the bag.

"Ah, and you are paying too!" Jin said with a wink. Jimin rolled his eyes. In the end, the spoiled
brats here were going to be them. Hobi and Jin sat there, watching him leave, waiting for the blond
to close the doors of the break room behind him. Once that happened, the two gave a glance to each
other. "Told you he's fine" mumbled Jin. Hobi just stared at the omega before focusing back to the
game.

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Jimin came back from the coffee shop with an ear-to-ear smile. It was still crowded, but luckily he
had come early. One cappuccino, three pastries and two iced coffees. Everything was tucked into a
little box with a cute design. In the end, Jimin was glad it was his turn to go buy food. The
atmosphere outside the university was lovely. Like a summer afternoon of sightseeing.

The street was packed and many of the shops were new to him. Jimin had yet to take a walk in the
area, and he had been here for almost a month. Having a residence right next to the university made
it useless to require walking through the city that much. Luckily the restrictions in the dorms were
not as harsh as he would have imagined. Although the supermarket was close by, it didn't hurt to try
to go to others further away. Quality food wasn't always in the same place.

Jimin pushed his hair back. He was dressed in high-waisted plain pants and a loose cotton shirt
hanging off his shoulders. The breeze brushed his skin every time the incoming autumn wind hit
his body.

You're taking too long was Hobi's last message. Jimin groaned, he still had a few streets left to
catch the bus to the university. Taking a taxi was an option, but there was no cab pickup sign.

Just a few more minutes he lied on the message while trying to write it with both hands, one
carrying the drinks on his wrist, but the box flipped to him as soon as it collided with a body. The
drinks, hot and cold mingled in a brushstroke on the white of his shirt. The cotton was already
soaking up the sugar. Great. Just great.

"Oh my god, I'm so, so sorry, really" a male voice spoke from above. Jimin sat on the ground all
soaked, feeling the gaze of the people on the street, whispering.
"Are you blind or what? Be more careful! Look what you have done!" he exclaimed in annoyance.
A hand was already stretched out in front of him, trying to help. Jimin looked at it reluctantly,
despite the expression on the boy's face full of regret. He slapped his hand away and stood up. The
coffee already felt sticky on his skin.

The pastries were turned in plastic and although they hadn't come out of it they were squashed.

"I'm terribly sorry, I really am. I'll pay for your drink and dry cleaning" the boy apologized again,
his rejected hand to the side, tucked away.

"How do you expect me to walk down the street like this? Don't you got a pair of eyes or what?"
Jimin was being more aggressive than usual, but the dude didn't seem too affected by his harsh
words.

"I'm really sorry, I was distracted..."

"You're riding a bike and you're distracted? You shouldn't have the right to ride anything for fuck's
sake!" Jimin lashed out, trying to remove the brown stains spreading across his shirt. "how am I
going to go back to the uni like this..." he muttered in irritation. The guy seemed to have heard him.

"You were going somewhere, right? I'll give you a ride on my bike" the dude tried to offer but
Jimin looked at him even more pissed off.

"On a bike? You don't even know how to drive and you want me to let you take me on a bike!?
Fuck off" People kept looking at the pair having a convo. It looked like a fight but only Jimin was
waving his arms back and forth, pissed off. After a one-sided argument that seemed to last forever,
the boy finally wanted to settle the issue.

"Here" he handed him his sweatshirt, unzipping it in one swift motion. Jimin tried to refuse it, but it
was even more embarrassing to walk down the street with stained clothes. All he needed now was
to go back to the university in middle daylight looking all dirty and draw even more attention to
himself. Hell no. He snatched it reluctantly, but as soon as he put it on, the smell of alpha invaded
him and his stomach turned.

Wolf.
Korea was definitely infested with wolves.

Desperate to get back to the dorm and take a shower, Jimin ended up sitting on the shared bike
stool, arms clutched around the guy who had caused this whole mess. His phone already vibrated a
few times, full of messages from Jin and Hobi but explaining the situation to them in person was
more proper than in a chat.

The ride was quite short. It turned out there was a shortcut on foot that buses and cars didn't usually
take because it was a crosswalk. The guy tried to chat a bit but the omega wouldn't even look at
him or respond to his comments along the ride back to the dorms. At least he got new info. They
were in the same class. The alpha told him.

"You stand out a lot" he commented looking straight ahead. His bangs danced in the wind. "You
seem to be a devoted student."

Jimin let his guard down a little. The boy didn't ring a bell to him but he didn't seem like a threat
either. The fact that his first words towards the omega weren't harsh made Jimin feel that a bad
answer wouldn't get him raped in the middle of the forest they were crossing. At least the sun was
still over their heads, because otherwise no way in hell would he play danger and let himself be led
down this path worthy of a missing person case. "I am" he replied proudly. Maybe the previous
exam had been a disaster, but Jimin wasn't going to let that day get him down. He would continue
to study.

The conversation died easily and Jimin got off at the campus gates. He didn't even say goodbye to
the boy, who stood looking at him with a rueful smile from behind. Jimin simply didn't want to stay
outside any longer with the clothes sticking to his body. As he turned around with the intention of
at least giving the alpha a nod as a goodbye, a little regretful for his behaviour, the boy was
nowhere to be seen. Jimin sighed and left. He didn't even know his name.

"I'm glad you are here, but where the fuck is my coffee" Jin said looking at him expectantly. The
break room was still a bit crowded. Luckily Jimin had changed his clothes and taken a shower
before coming. Two, actually. The smell was hard to erase. His room smelled like wolf now that the
jacked was thrown over his chair.

"I had an accident and everything fell to the ground and on me in the middle of the street" wasn't
lying either. Jimin didn't understand why he avoided mentioning the alpha he had crashed into, but
it was probably because of Hoseok. He was sitting next to Jin with the joystick in his hands,
examining Jimin with the suspicion shining in his eyes. Ever since the night when Jimin had ended
up poisoned in the infirmary, Hobi was alert to everything.

That night ended badly for Jimin, but his memories were intermingled. The horror of the pain was
haunting the omega but every time he tried to pull out pieces of the scenes from that night his head
hurt. His last memory of that day was falling asleep on the medical gurney, Hobi's enraged gaze on
him with the constant whispering of his lips saying something about Jungkook.

"Alone?" asked Hobi. There it was, protective mode on. The dude sounded like a traditional mother
at times.

"Yes." the answer came from Jimin immediate. He didn't feel like touching the subject any further.

"And why are you wearing different clothes?" he persisted. The blond groaned.

"What part of fell all over me didn't you understand?"

Hoseok had almost two weeks, precisely since the poisoning, where he wouldn't separate himself
from Jimin. The beta had always had a relaxed personality, a chill smile on his face. But now? He
would wait for Jimin after class and take him to class. And if not, the beta would send Jin to keep
an eye on his roommate. Jimin was kinda grateful for the act, thanks to the new bodyguards he
hadn't had contact with him .

11 days had passed since his last contact with Jungkook, the day he grabbed him before falling
down the stairs. Knowing the exactness of days made Jimin feel strange, as if he was attentive to
the fucker. Somehow his omega was now too aware of Jungkook. It was embarrassing the number
of times he thought about the alpha.

"Look, let's just go back to the town and have dinner instead. I'm tired of eating inside these walls"
sighed Jin, tossing the remote to the side of the couch.

"Yeah, it's too late for a tea party anyways" commented Jimin, checking the time on his watch. The
omega nodded and got up to go to the bedroom, leaving Hobi and Jimin alone in an awkward
silence.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jimin asked. His friend had that scowl of doubt in his
expression. Again.

"I feel like you're lying" he muttered, with a click of tongue. Jimin just stared, not knowing what to
answer. "Surely you haven't bumped into him ?"

"Why would I lie?" The blond sat down on the couch, grabbing Jin's thrown controller. He walked
out of the game, totally ignoring the insistent look from the beta next to him. "Go change. I'm in the
mood for Italian food." Somehow Hobi ended up leaving and Jimin let the air in his lungs go. He
really appreciated that his friend cared so much about him, but after these days everything seemed
under control. It was... strange.

Jungkook hadn't even spoken to him in days. He wouldn't even look at him. His scent was
untraceable, as if he had ceased to exist. The lessons continued, with the alpha sitting in the middle
and Jimin at the front. He crossed the omega every time as if Jimin were just another empty seat,
attention on everyone but him. The blond had not appreciated his face for days. Never raising his
head, afraid to get a reaction. The only noise coming from the snake hybrid was that clear, smooth
voice mixed with others in the distance. Always there, behind.

Yet not even once Jimin felt those eyes on him.

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The three hybrids ended up eating lunch outside. The place was a bit far away and Hobi didn't bring
his car so they just walked there. It would have been more difficult in summer, but luckily the
weather was cold. People were already wearing jackets and thick footwear.

"Thank you" Hobi finished the order, letting the waitress leave with a smile. The place was
crowded, especially with couples and families. Everyone was dressed formally and the only thing
that stood out was Jin.

"Didn't you have anything better to wear?" asked Jimin, checking his phone for new messages. His
mother promised to call him today but she forgot.

The omega shrugged and continued folding the napkin edges.

"I'd rather be comfortable" was all he said. Jimin dropped the subject. It didn't take long for the
food to arrive and they began to eat. One could tell they were hungry from the lack of conversation
in the course of munching on the food.

Everything tasted so good that Jimin felt at home for a moment. The Park chef's exquisite dishes
were on another level but this was the closest he could get from that. The ingredients were fresh
and the flavour was always in harmony with Jimin's taste buds. The omega puffed. He was
exaggerating with the food again.

"Did you guys sign up for the swimming thing?" interjected Jin. His plate was already half empty.
Risotto had been a safe choice, it seemed. Wiping his mouth gently, Hobi nodded.

"Yeah, I need to start exercising. You?" he said now glancing at Jimin. At times like these it felt
like their relationship had returned to normal.
"Yes, but I wasn't going to do it at first" the bold replied, sinking his fork into the softness of the
pasta dipped in sauce. The smell of cheese monopolised the entire table. Jimin took a sip from the
glass of water. "I heard it affects positively the grade."

"Ah yes, and there are many extracurricular activities that are almost mandatory." explained Jin, a
ball of rice puffing his cheek. He looked like a squirrel with those big eyes. "They do it because it's
obvious otherwise people wouldn't sign up."

"We start tomorrow right?"

"So I've heard."

"And what are we supposed to do at the swimming... thing?"

"I don't know, I guess races or something."

Jimin watched them intently. The two seemed very close lately, even more than after the night of
the fraternity welcoming party. Thinking about it reminded him of something.

"By the way, are there omega fraternities here? Not like I want to join, I'm just curious" Jimin
hadn't taken a good walk around campus yet for fear of certain factors but there were quite a
number of omegas in this uni. Enough to have a fraternity for them alone. Jin sighed, his mood a
little darker.

"They made one. My sister was in it" he said. Hobi and Jimin listened to him carefully as the food
in front of them fell into oblivion.

"So what happened? I've only seen alphas and mixed ones here" the beta interjected, earning a nod
from Jin.

"It's a little hard to explain but when it was approved to do the omega-only fraternity it didn't get
very good responses. A lot of parents were against it. Even mine were against it"
Jimin was already getting an idea of where this was going. "So what... happened?" he said afraid to
hear the answer, even though he already had an idea of what happened.

"They had to shut it down" Jin muttered, his attention now on the half-finished dish. "The omegas
inside were raped. On the welcome night the alpha that got inside spiked many drinks and the night
in a nightmare."

The table fell silent. Only the murmur of people could be heard and the cold sound of utensils
scraping the surface of the plates. An occasional chuckle could be heard in the distance. The place
smelled like warm food, tranquillity. Yet Jin's face was blank.

"Your sister..." Hobi tried to probe further. Jin nodded and Jimin gritted his teeth. He hated this so
much it hurt.

"I'm really sorry" was all he could say. Raping omegas was a crime like any other, but it didn't carry
the same weight as murder.

If you were from a good family, you could get off the case. Testifying about your rape was difficult.
The government wouldn't help your case until you brought enough evidence, and they wouldn't
believe you if the rapist was a predator. Everything was so complicated when you were an omega.
And even more so when you were prey.

Once again, Jimin was aware of his social status. If he was ever raped... would his parents' money
be of any use in defending him?

"Well, enough about this. My sister is doing much, much better now, fortunately. She's happily
married and has a kid" he said with a rueful smile. Everyone at the table knew that last sentence
was the fate of any omega that didn't have enough influence.

Jimin tried to avoid letting his mind wander to imagine his fate, but the picture of him having
children was already playing on his retina. Alphas usually had many kids, because they didn't bear
the pain and burden of pregnancy. Maybe if he was lucky enough he would at least get a mate who
cared enough to not force him to be a baby machine.
"Come to think of it, what does your family do for a living?" asked Hobi trying to deflect the topic.
He looked chagrined, with a forced smile. Jimin pushed the plate in front of him gently, unable to
continue eating.

"Ah, my mother is the CEO of an entertainment company. It's a record label and talent agency" he
explained. Jin reached for something on his phone and showed it to Jimin and Hobi, who were on
the same side of the table. A photo of a woman with short black hair appeared. She was holding
another man's hand, as if in a handshake. Both of their smiles were glowing.

"Wow, your mother is very lovely. Is she also a dog hybrid?" the beta inquired. Jin nodded and
reached for another picture on his phone, flexing his arm again to show them.

"Yes, she's an alpha. Except for my father we are all dog hybrids" In this new photo, a family one,
all members were seated in order. The mother was standing, a red suit tight on her body.

She looked powerful, with those dark eyes and red lips. An even taller man stood beside her,
holding a child by the hand. Jin's mother was holding the handsome male by the waist, a possessive
air enveloping them both. Jin was at the front, hugging a girl older than him. Jimin guessed that
was the sister. The photo was recent as it was taken from an article a year ago.

"The man next to her is your father, isn't he?" asked Jimin, taking a sip of water. He and Hobi
glanced back to the screen.

"Yes, a squirrel omega" he said. Jimin looked up, surprised. The boy seemed to catch his surprise
and let out a laugh. "What you heard, my father is an omega prey."

"Wow, I didn't expect that at all" said Hobi who was still staring at the photo.

"Yep, they are pretty rare. My mother is very protective of him, precisely because of that."

"They're all very attractive. No wonder you're so handsome" commented Hobi, handing the device
back to its owner.
"I hear that every day" replied the predator proudly. Jimin beamed a smile and took another sip
from the now not so cold drink. It was getting warm. "And you Jimin?"

"My father runs a computer and device company. I don't know if it rings a bell to you, but it's PK"
he commented a little embarrassed. For some reason this conversation was kinda random. They had
known Jin for a month and just now were introducing themselves.

Jin's eyes widened in surprise.

"PK!?" he exclaimed, hand over his mouth. "Are you kidding me? I have a PK pc in my house!
Woah, I'm in shock really. Tell your dad that his computers are the best thing in the world" Jimin
was flattered, as always. "Show me pictures or something, don't be shy! My parents are going to
cry from joy when they find out I'm here having dinner with the son of the PK company!"

Hobi kept chortling while Jimin was looking for some pictures in his gallery. Scrolling down
through the photos from a few months ago made him feel nostalgic. The beach, his friends from
where he lived and classmates... All that had vanished as soon as he came in here. He didn't want to
leave the thought marinating in his head any longer and just clicked on the pic he was looking for.

Jin covered his mouth again in shock when Jimin handed the phone.

"Wow... your mom..." he muttered, eyes wide over the screen. His fingers splayed over the surface,
zooming in on something. "You look like a copy-paste of your mom."

It wasn't the first time he'd heard that. Ms Park basically made a replica of herself when she created
Jimin.

"Right? She's so pretty it hurts" commented Hobi, who was always the first to say that about
Jimin's mother.
"So this was your beauty secret? I thought so when we first met, but you really have such pretty
features Jimin." said Jin, still engrossed in the blond's phone. "It's hard to ignore how lovely you
are." The blond felt his ears red from how hot they were. So much flattery was making him want to
hide under the table.

In the picture Mr Park was hugging a woman. It was a picture from their vacation. The type his
mother would send to Jimin to show him how much fun they had. They almost looked like the
perfect happy family if it weren't for the dirt hiding behind those flawless smiles.

Mr Park was a bit older, with a few wrinkles on his face. Ms Park on the other hand was like an
angel. Smooth, perfect skin, with rosy cheeks and big lips. Her nose was small, adorned with two
brown eyes. Tabloids sometimes commented that she had a good surgeon but the omega had never
had any procedure on her face. According to his father, Jimin's mother had been very popular with
the alphas. It wasn't hard to believe.

"You're going to make him explode with embarrassment" Hobi muttered, patting his friend on the
back.

"Sorry but it's just the truth. Your father is prey then?" slipped from Jin's mouth. Jimin stood still,
not knowing what to say. It was a normal question but it implied many things.

"Ah... Yes. My mother too. My whole lineage is prey" Jimin mumbled, his hand on his neck. He
was stressed about the subject because his father was so annoying about it.

As if society wasn't discriminatory enough already, nature also had its rules.

There was a remarkable hierarchy in genes. Regardless of how strong a predator was, if they were
an omega their gene was recessive. This implied that if an omega predator and an alpha prey came
together, the alpha gene was always predominant. Therefore, if it happened the other way around,
the gene of the alpha predator would win over the other.

This was a big reason why prey omegas always tried to get rid of their lineage by marrying
predatory alphas. This way their kids would never be preys. Because of this, the prey gen was small
in the world's population.
Because no one wanted to be one.

As if there were not enough privileges for them, in the case of alphas of any species, they continued
the line no matter who they were with.

Although frowned upon in the past, the only exception was when omega/omega and alpha/alpha
pairs occurred. The deciding factor came down to which species the two were. The alpha predator
always predominated over the alpha prey and if both were predators the stronger gene was the one
that continued the lineage. An example was a tiger with a dog, the offspring would always be
tigers.

Jimin took a long time to assimilate this when he was taught it in school. It had to be sad, he
thought, to have no influence over anything, not even your own genes. And the jackpot was his.

It was hard to love being omega or prey when you had the weight of both categories sinking your
existence. At least he was lucky to be rich. People like him but poor were not allowed access to
almost anything, nor were they hired in basic jobs. Omega preys were scarce and got only two
reactions: to be used as the trash of society or to be a delicate object that everyone wanted to have
and abuse. Jimin didn't know which one was worse.

The meal ended after dessert, with giggles that Jimin had to force himself to let out to erase his
dark mood. They shared an ice cream between the three of them and left the restaurant full. Jin kept
glancing at Jimin on the way back to the dormitories. They were still in the cab, tucked in.

"If there's something on my face just say it" Jimin joked. The predator denied, his arms flexing
under his head.

"I keep thinking... you're like a doll" the boy said shamelessly, dead serious. Jimin guffawed. They
were too tightly packed in the back seats. Hobi was in the middle, head resting on the blond's
shoulder. After eating he always felt like sleeping. Jimin caressed his thigh, used to giving him
affection absentmindedly.

"I hear that a lot" he replied with a smile. Of course he was aware of his attractiveness. Regardless
of his inferiority complex in his social status, his face was undeniably pretty. You just had to see
how he was showered with men every time he went out.
"Jin don't let him fool you, he's a catfish." added Hobi with a yawn. The ends of his hair tickled
Jimin's neck. "When that makeup is off he's an ogre." Jimin pinched him and his friend kicked him
back. Jin chuckled. The cab driver gave them a dirty look.

"Ah, come to think of it. You have good taste in makeup" commented Jin, who was now holding
Hobi's weight. The beta had moved towards him, snuggling into the predator's warmth. "I saw the
shadow palette you use in the bathroom. Top tier, huh."

"It's a bit expensive though" Hobi commented.

"Not like you're poor, shut up. You don't even wear makeup" Jimin pinched Hobi again and the beta
threatened to kick him again. "I don't usually wear eyeshadow unless I'm going to a party."

"Ah, me neither. But some lipstick is fine. I'm a fan of them, but lately I'm more into glosses" Jin
continued, his arm now wrapped around Hobi. His hand caressed the beta's side, making the boy
yawn again.

"Oh, I love glosses" Jimin muttered distractedly, looking out the window. His eyes followed the
road to the uni. The moon already decorated the sky, hidden between the numerous small clouds.
Due to the incoming autumn change of hour it was getting dark earlier than usual.

"Where's the one you're wearing from?" asked Jin suddenly. Jimin turned around quizzically,
meeting two pairs of eyes on him.

"Which... one?" he couldn't help but ask. Jin glanced down at his lips and frowned.

"Uh? How come you don't have it on?" he asked even more surprised than Jimin, as if he had just
received the shock of the Mandela effect being revealed. Hobi snapped out of his taciturn state,
inspecting his friend up and down.
"Come to think of it, you never wear it anymore. That gloss" he said in that instigating tone. The
blond turned to the window, as if to hide his lips. This was a topic he hadn't expected. Jimin
scratched his neck nervously. Seeing how they focused so much on his lips made his skin tingle,
reminding him of those eyes.

Just a tiny little thing walking around with those dick sucking lips.

His voice echoed off the walls of Jimin's mind, like an echo tattooed inside. Jungkook's hungry
gaze made him feel strange, anxious.

He hadn't appreciated that face for weeks and yet remembering it wasn't difficult. That black hair
combed back with gel and that strand that always escaped from his perfect image. Jimin wanted to
spit in his face from the hatred but maybe aim for his mouth. Licking it from between those lips
would earn him a beating for sure.

Focus, Jimin.

"Why aren't you answering?"

What was he supposed to tell them? That from the moment Jungkook pointed out how he was
asking for it because of his gloss he couldn't help but feel guilty about it? They would both laugh
in his face and Hobi would probably hit him for being dumb. Jimin if he could would slap himself
too, for fuck's sake. "I just got tired of it" replied in a whisper, an inevitable apologetic smile on his
face. Hobi stared at him once again with that doubt with which his mother sometimes questioned
him when he went out partying.

His last answer ended what was left of the conversation inside the car, leaving only the sound of the
engine and the cab driver's breathing in the air.

The arrival at his room made him happy. He nodded goodbye to the other omega and threw himself
on the bed. He was exhausted and full, stroking his belly to ease the heavy feeling. Lately, the
omega hadn't stopped eating like a pig since coming here. If he kept this up on the next video call
his mother was going to nag him again about his weight.
Jimin grabbed his phone and looked up the uni gym schedule. The first thing that showed up on the
screen was the place itself. The schedule was quite extensive, from the wee hours of the morning
until one o'clock at night. It probably was because there were students who didn't get out of class
until late in the evening. Not everyone had as much free time as freshmen.

The omega tossed the device on the bed and sat up to turn off the light of his lamp over the
nightstand. He stopped as he raised his arm, seeing the lip gloss he always wore was there, on the
surface of the little table. Jimin grabbed it.

It was pink and oily, the kind that left a translucent colour on the lips and made them glossy. It
smelled very good, though it didn't taste like anything. With a blank mind, he grabbed the mirror
from the drawer. It was the one he always carried with him, decorated with flowers on the edges
and made of silver. A nice gift from his grandmother, who although very traditional was a loving
woman.

The feel of the lipstick liquid was moist against his lips. The sweet smell came through and Jimin
dragged the brush across the surface of her lips. It highlighted his second-best attribute, big lips.
His ass came first . He liked the way it looked, but the memory of today's conversation made him
return the gloss to its place.

Was he really tempting others by painting his lips? Jimin liked the way it looked on him, but now it
wasn't the same. Wearing it to class or anywhere other than a formal party felt wrong. Like a
mistake. He touched his lips and in an act of rage, rubbed his sleeve against them, erasing any trace
of the pink.

Jimin could almost imagine Jungkook doing the same with his fingers, thumb removing all traces
of gloss in a single move. The omega closed his eyes in a sigh and continued the caresses over his
lips. The soft fingertips felt warm, but the temperature on them dropped when he visualized his .
Suddenly he was in front of Jungkook, on the same big bed. He was wearing an elegant shirt, as
usual. Chains and piercings always there.

He kept looking at him, hands almost covering the omega's entire face. His thumb felt cold, just
like his fingertips, contrasted with the warm minty breath from his mouth. He stared at Jimin
intently, as if nothing else mattered but him.

The blond let another sigh escape his lungs when Jungkook pressed his lower lip, forcing it open.
He entered the warmth of the omega's mouth and Jimin sucked on his finger. The alpha was still
staring, this time focused on his lips.
Enough.

Jimin opened his eyes, embarrassed at the image in the mirror. A bulge protruded from his pants.
He had his own thumb stuck in his mouth and his cheeks were red. Thank God he didn't have
neighbours next to the window because he would surely end up going viral on twitter for acting
crazy.

"The fuck I'm doing..." he muttered annoyed with himself. Jimin climbed on the bed, returning the
mirror to its place and turning off the lamplight. He closed his eyes, this time intending to sleep, but
the cold touch of those fingers was still there.

Sleep never came, and the clock kept ticking. He tossed and turned in bed over and over. Even
hugged the pillows, but couldn't manage to surrender to the arms of Morpheus.

It wasn't until hours later that his body was exhausted enough to shut down, but the night wouldn't
end there.

Jimin was just about to fall asleep until he heard the click of the lock next door. He turned to his
phone to check the time. It was 4 a.m. It was obvious who was causing it. Jin's footsteps were quiet.
Considering the time, Jimin assumed the guy was going to the bathroom until he noticed the
clacking of the soles moving away. And finally, a door was closing behind that same noise.

What?

Unable to resist the curiosity and the little desire to sleep, Jimin got up with only his nightgown on.
His skin bristled at the touch of the cold and without a second thought he put on the black jacket
lying on the chair.

He opened the door, but not before grabbing his pass card and phone. The floor was cold against
his covered feet. The hallway in front was deserted. No one was there, except for a tall shadow
walking away at the end to the right. Jimin moved quickly toward it, always trying to have a
column in front to hide under. His roommate wasn't going very fast, so closing the distance
between them only took a few minutes.
Although he was going slowly, Jin looked in a hurry but with no fear of being seen. Almost looked
like he hadn't done this for the first time. But Jimin didn't care. The question here was why the
omega was leaving in the middle of the night to god knew where.

Jimin continued down the stairs when he saw Jin going in that direction and waited for the omega
to finish coming down the stairs to go after him. This path led to the exit of the flat. It was the only
way out of the dormitories. The door led to the class hall, laboratories, buildings and the rest of the
university.

However, Jin did not go in any of those directions. As if he knew the way by heart, his feet turned
to the right of the campus.

Jimin ran as stealthily as he could towards it, trying to hide behind the wall of the building every
time Jin turned around, suspicious. Sometimes the bunny's footsteps could be heard but fortunately
the night wind masked his hiding place. The leaves were falling off the trees due to the autumn, so
it was not so unusual to hear them dragging on the ground or falling off.

The two boys followed, one after the other. One not knowing where they were going and the other
leading the way. One unaware he was being followed and the other behind like a shadow.

The only inconvenience of this whole situation was how cold it was outside. Jimin felt it in his legs,
blaming the stupidity that led him to go only in socks. The weather was humid, and the ground
brushing against the grass was wet.

He stepped in a puddle and had to cover his mouth, silencing the exclamation of disgust that was
about to come out. The sensation of the sock sticking to his toes and wetting his skin turned his
stomach. Jin on the other hand kept walking, head down, as if he was going for a walk with his
dog.

And maybe that's all it was, Jimin thought, a walk in the middle of the night. The thought didn't last
long in his head when he saw the way through the trees to a huge building, with dark walls and
large windows. Jimin didn't recognize it, he didn't know the locations here that well yet, but that
shade of colour and shape was almost identical to the omegas dormitories.

He turned his head to the left, noticing another building just like it. His mind clicked. The edifice in
the middle was the betas' building. He looked at the tall boy, who was now entering the doors of the
other building, his hood pulled up to cover his head.
Jin was heading for the right-wing, the alpha dorms.

His heartbeat quickened. Jimin's arm began to ache as if something had awakened inside him as
soon as he was near the building. He tried to keep his composure but the sudden pain was so strong
that it felt as if a limb was being ripped from his body.

Sweat covered his skin, raising his body temperature to the point where he felt burning. His blood
felt boiling, as if the ground beneath his feet was a pot on fire. Jimin gritted his teeth, confused at
his body's sudden reaction. His nose stung, the caresses of a scent inviting him to keep walking.
That scent became clearer when he recognized the perfume on it.

That's when he looked up at the walls of the building and his breath got caught as he saw Jungkook
looking down at him from the window of the highest floor. Still, with an indecipherable expression.
His normally up-do hair was falling over his forehead. He wore no shirt, only pants with pockets in
which his hands were tucked. The details of his body were unnoticeable from the distance at which
the omega stood. Jimin could only make out the black traces on his arm and... his eyes.

White.

"Don't..." whispered Jimin, unable to keep his eyes on the snake hybrid. He turned despite his
body's resistance and ran back to the dorm, down the same path that led him here. He just didn't
want to know anything about what just happened.

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"Rise and shine~" Jin's voice came out loud as ever, turning the light on and off over Jimin's head.
The flashing of white and dark could be felt under Jimin's eyelids and the omega grumbled,
annoyed.

"Let me sleep" he murmured, hiding under the sheets. The satisfaction of their warmth didn't last
long as they were snatched away from his body, stripping Jimin of any possible heat. He groaned
louder this time. "Fuck off!" But Jin looked at him in surprise, as if Jimin was naked under the
sheets.

"Why do you smell like... alpha so much" he muttered, blinking repeatedly. Jimin didn't understand
what he was referring to until he stood up and the jacket on top of his body fell to the ground, next
to the wet socks from last night's adventure.

Soon enough, the smell came to him like a slap. The same one the boy he had bumped into
yesterday had, but now so intense that it felt disgusting. It was peppermint with traces of rain.

Jin grabbed the jacket, eyes wide as if scanning the garment. Scents stuck to clothing a lot, in fact,
it was a good method of indirect scenting.

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"I told you, I just bumped into a guy and he gave me his jacket" Jimin repeated again, grimacing as
his tongue got burned from the still boiling coffee.

"You don't even smell like an omega right now" Jin kept looking at him as if he didn't believe a
single word coming out of the omega's mouth. Jimin had showered twice and the aroma wouldn't
go away. It was also to be expected. The more hours and the closer a cloth is to a body, the harder it
is to remove from the skin.

Jimin didn't even remember when he fell asleep with the dammed jacket on. "And what do you
want me to do? Tear my skin off?" he complained, still blowing on the cup of sugar-filled coffee.
He wanted to ask about what happened last night, but didn't know how to bring it up.

"Hoseok is going to kill you."

"Hobi is not my mother so shut up" There it was. Jimin was already getting tired of his friend's
constant surveillance. Yes, Jungkook didn't bother him anymore since Hobi wouldn't leave his
friend alone, but Jimin hadn't come to this uni to feel like he was at his parents' house. He didn't
want to live having to hide things. The door burst open, revealing guess who . Wolfie stood tense
in the doorway, nose wrinkling. Jimin was incredulous. He turned to Jin. "You gave him our
fucking dorm key?"

A shrug was the only response.

"Did you two have a threesome with an alpha here or what?" said Dae-hyun, scent turning sour.
Jimin rolled his eyes. Any more alpha smells and they were going to end up getting a call from the
director.
"Jimin found a mate, apparently" Jin replied in all seriousness. The blond wanted to slap the shit
out of him.

"Can you fucking stop? I just fell asleep with his jacket on me. You're such a drama-queen" Jimin
whined frustratedly. Dae-Hyun was behind him sniffing him like a dog.

"So he's your boyfriend?" asked Jin.

"You literally smell like the dude came on your face" the alpha said disgustedly. Jimin slapped him
across the face, pushing the tall boy away from him. Dae-Hyun stroked his cheek, pained. "Why
are your punches so fucking hard."

"At least with the water it will mix with other smells. You're lucky we're going to be in the pool all
day today." Jin added, grabbing his bag from the table. Jimin didn't even feel like going anymore
with how cold it was. As if he had read his mind, Jin laughed. "It's a heated pool, Jimin."

"You're a pain in the ass, all of you." he complained, giving up on the burning coffee. He'd have
one later.

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Jimin had expected it, of course.

Hobi's face was a show as soon as he saw him. He was waiting for them at the leisure building, the
second largest one in the uni. A lot of people were crammed inside, but they were all going to
different places. There was a loud murmur coming from the pool gates. Students were already
coming in since there was little time left to start the activities.

The omega grabbed his arm, his puppy eyes activated. "I can explain" he muttered. Hobi pushed
him off, but Jimin was relieved by that smile forming between the beta's lips.

"Who did you fuck this time?" he asked almost on the verge of laughing. It wasn't the scent of his
mortal enemy Jeon, so he hadn't taken it badly.

"A wolf" Dae-hyun interjected from behind, backing away from Jimin's threatening gaze. "What.
You don't expect me to believe you just bumped into him, do you?"

"Okay, relax. After this you gotta tell me the details and what his cock looked like. Just like old
times" Hobi commented, pulling his friend towards the doors after showing their student IDs.
Behind followed the alpha and Jin, who was distracted with his phone.

"You guys are insufferable" grumbled Jimin rolling his eyes. Today was going to be long.

Jimin knew he was right when they went inside.

"Uh" slipped from Hobi. The blond followed his gaze, finding that Kim dude surrounded by
omegas. Body naked except for swimming shorts. Sitting on the bench with a phone in his hands.
He looked so bored. Although a reaction of desire was expected, Hobi this time looked at the dude
with a strange emotion.

Jin blocked their view, standing in front of them. "Let's go change, shall we? Or are you going to
swim in hoodies?" he pulled them along, leaving Dae-hyun behind, who was chatting to his friends.
The pool installation was huge, enough to be the size of three classrooms combined. The water was
clear and the weather inside was warm compared to the outside. Almost everyone that signed up
was already there. The teacher stood next to the door, waiting dressed in a swimsuit and a few
whistles around her neck.

Hobi separated from them to change in the betas' lockers while Jin and Jimin went to the omegas'.
Many boys and girls were inside changing, some chatting and others getting their hair tied up in a
bun. The omegas swimsuits were white, just like the teacher's one. The males had to wear shorts
while the girls a bodysuit.

Jimin took off his t-shirt and pants, a little embarrassed by the crowded space.

"Excuse me!?" Jin was heard from behind. A loud gasp after his scream. Jimin turned in alarm, the
swimsuit still in his hands.

"What the-"

"You have tattoos and I find out just now?!?!?" he exclaimed again. Some girls behind them turned
to look at them and Jimin turned red. People were aware that he was prey. What if they reported it
to the principal and it ended up reaching his father?

"Only three..."

"They look so pretty! The one on your ass is very sexy. You're naughtier than I thought!"

"Keep your voice down, will you?" Jimin muttered, but Jin was already putting his hands on him.
He grabbed an asscheek and Jimin stiffened. "What are you-"

The spank was sharp, making the blond yelp, earning him even more curious stares. Now whispers
were spreading through the room. Jimin covered his face in embarrassment while his roommate
laughed.
"You have a very smooth ass, I like it" he commented, his hand finally moving away from the
blond's body. But his curiosity didn't end there and he turned the boy towards him. "Why are you so
red? For an attention whore like Hobi said you were you sure act like a nun sometimes."

Jimin already wanted to go back to bed, for the twenty-fifth time since he came to this uni. "When
we get out of here I'm going skin you off. Mark my words"

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Numerous bodies.

Most of the students were slim or had toned bodies. The alphas scattered on the benches stared at
the omegas' asses as if they had never seen one before. The tattoo on his torso was very visible and
inevitably Jimin got stares. Luckily the other two were covered by the shorts so at least he wouldn't
get any more than usual.

Jimin waded into the water with Hobi and Jin, who like the rest were waiting for the lesson to start.
Unconsciously he positioned himself behind the two boys, the marble corner of the pool pressed
against his back. The water was warm, and the contact with his skin felt better than he thought it
would.
"I didn't know he had tattoos" Jin muttered to Hobi, referring to the omega. His friend gave him a
look.

"Doesn't it look good on him? My favorite is the ass one" commented the boy back. The two of
them chatted as if Jimin wasn't there. Jin nodded very much in agreement.

"Best ass I've touched in a long time- uh" his nose twitched like a dog's sniffer and Jin searched for
something with his eyes among the people. The blond was gonna follow his gaze but his attention
was stolen by something else.

Jungkook came out of the alpha changing room. Jimin watched him from the pool, hiding behind
Hobi. The dude was busy chatting with the girl next to him until his eyes opened wider than usual,
as if he had sensed something. The black eyes searched like a sniper's magnifying glass and within
a second he had found the source of what was going on.

The alpha eyes flicked to Jimin and the latter involuntarily hid behind Jin. Great, now he looked
dumb too . He peeked subtly over the other omega's shoulder and saw that Jungkook had stopped
looking at him, but his expression wasn't the same. His brow was furrowed, as if something was
bothering him. He didn't even seem to be listening to the girl chatting next to him, jaw clenched so
tight you could see the muscle under the skin.

He looked... mad.

But that wasn't none of Jimin's business so the omega just joined the chat with his friends.

A boring hour passed in which the teacher explained what the extracurricular activities would be
for and that their influence on grades encouraged student participation. There would be physical
tests that day as it was the first session and then she would move on to small endurance tests.

The huge pool was divided into three sections, marked with a floating red line. At the edge of each
were marked the alpha-omega-beta categories.
The physical tests consisted of the swolf and critical speed. The alphas, as always, went first, so
everyone stayed seated except for the students that the teacher called out.

First up was Taehyung, who unlike his bestie was shirtless. The guy did the test quickly while the
older woman counted on the stopwatch. Jimin looked disinterested, even when the alpha from
yesterday who had recently discovered his existence went for a swim. Or even with Dae-hyun, who
got a few whistles from his friends. But Jimin didn't give a damn about the alpha test.

Like the hypocrite he was, his opinion changed as soon as the teacher mentioned Jeon. Jimin
appreciated the relief of his abs, so hard they could be seen through the wetness of the fabric. The
snake hybrid moved forward, removing his shirt in one swift motion.

"Shit" he heard from a boy in the distance.

He could tell , Jimin thought, how each omega's eyes traced every inch of his skin. There was no
excuse to judge them, Jungkook was a magnet no matter where he was. His strong arms clenched at
any movement but the best part was that back. Wide and hard, small bits of ink escaped in it from
the tattoed arm. Which almost reached his chest. To Jimin's surprise, there was another tattoo on
Jungkook's nape. Some initials that couldn't be seen clearly with all that hair on them. The dude
was a mass of muscles, but not in a bodybuilder way. His body was toned all in the right places.

Focus, Jimin. He needed to stop studying this man every time he saw him.

Jungkook finished his tests efficiently, with a record-breaking minimum time that left the teacher
giving him her best smile. Jungkook ignored her, sitting back down on the bench. His wet hair fell
over his eyes, making him more approachable. Even adorable, would one dare to say. The chains
and rings he normally wore were off, but with his tattoos all over the place one couldn't even focus
enough to notice. It was ironic how well the predator's tattooed arm was received yet how poorly
Jimin's one was viewed.

The activities continued with swimming races and stretching practice in the water. The omegas
were last with the test. Jimin was a good swimmer, though he didn't exactly excel at it. The teacher
eyed his tattoo warily, a strange grimace on her lips.

For fuck's sake. They acted like it was illegal.

Tattoos on omegas were more normalized these days, though they were still a delicate subject. And
the alphas? One just had to look how there wasn't a single bad comment or stare about Jungkook's
almost entirely black arm. But like everything else in his life, the label over Jimin's head that read
"prey" conditioned people's reactions with him, especially if he wasn't acting as he should.

Another very uncomfortable factor was the smell. The guy in the corner of the room did not talk to
him or get looks. He obviously was masking his own scent, but Jimin on the other side looked like
he had his knot deep up his heart last night because even with the water he could smell the
peppermint. The only good thing was that the alphas were separated from the omegas because
otherwise Jimin didn't know how to look at the guy knowing he smelled like him.

Jimin leapt out of the water, hands clutching the little exit ladder. His hair was dripping and because
it was wet it was now longer, brushing against his eyelashes. He tossed it aside to get a better look
and noticed the teacher noting his marks. "How did I do?" he asked Jin, who was resting next to the
others on the bench. His hair was also dripping, body damp. The bodies smelled like chlorine.

"You looked like a mermaid." murmured Jin, giving him room to sit up. He brought his mouth
close to the blond's ear as soon as the boy sat down. "The alphas kept looking at you." Jimin was a
fan of the attention, despite his nerdy personality ever since he walked in here. Attention from
alphas or betas? Welcome. Predators? Hell no. He shrugged, disinterested.

"Nothing new."

Bored, his curiosity led him to search for that which drew him in like a magnet, finding Jungkook
staring back at him. Ever since they had coincidentally met at the pool he kept feeling those eyes
on him. Jimin had at least managed to get that fact out of his head while swimming, otherwise it
was impossible to continue.

It was too shameless. The alpha didn't even take his eyes off Jimin despite looking back at him. He
wanted to be noticed, to make it obvious that Jeon-fucking-Jungkook was watching him. In an act
of defiance, Jimin gave him the finger, showing the alpha the same shameless attitude in return. He
expected a smile, a sadistic grin, something .

But Jungkook clenched his jaw even tighter, black eyes glinting with something Jimin didn't want
to discover.
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Practice was over and people were now chilling in the pool. Others had left, as expected on a
Saturday afternoon. It was almost time for lunch. Jimin wanted to leave but Hobi was chatting with
some of his classmates from his Major. Jin, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. The fact
reminded him of what happened yesterday.

There was no best time to ask him what the omega was doing in the opposite dormitory last night.
However, if he told him, it implied that Jimin had followed him. He was going to look like a
stalker. Telling Hobi was an option, but he hadn't had enough time to tell the beta either.

Jimin floated in the far corner of the pool, watching everyone chatting and playing in the water. The
place was so noisy. Some were drying off and others were already dressed, saying their goodbyes.
The blond eyed his friend from where he was, and almost called out to him when he saw Hobi
getting up to go to the bathroom. He wasn't going to leave without him, was he?

The minute of his friend's absence became eternal when he felt a hard body behind him.

Fuck.
It was cold, and only one person could be so cold under the warm water of the pool. Jimin wanted
to turn but his head was pushed against the water, his face quickly penetrating the surface. The
water entered his lungs and he pressed his eyes together.

This couldn't be happening.

Jimin fought as best he could, trying to resist the thrust of the firm hand on his head pulling him
down to drowning. Just as he felt his lungs were about to collapse, the thick fingers tangled in his
hair tugged up, pulling his head out of the water. The omega's chest heaved up and down and Jimin
coughed until he almost puked from the intrusion of the chlorine in his body.

"Whose cock did you suck this time?" Jungkook questioned, his hand still pressed against the blond
hair. The pull was strong, but Jimin was dizzy from almost choking. The alpha's eyes behind him
were cold, filled with hostility. Jimin could feel the heat from the bigger body pressed against his
back, like a storm ready to break into the sunny weather. He spoke so full of arrogance, as if Jimin
had to explain shit to him.

Finally catching his breath he tried to get free from the grip, and, as if he had been waiting for it,
Jungkook whispered on his ears.

"I'll give you something to choke on" he said. Jimin got yanked by the ankle to the water, arms
going up from the sudden attack. The water invaded his nostrils and he didn't even get to hold the
air in his lungs before he was choking again inside the pool. Small bubbles popped from the
surface, only seen by Jungkook who was chilling with a cold expression and another girl who was
giggling at the sadistic show.

The omega could feel a long heavy limb squeezing his leg. It was something black, like a huge arm.
The touch was embossed and cold. It came from the alpha behind him. It was Jungkook, the lower
part of his snake body specifically. Jimin tried to push it away, to shake it off now that there was no
strong grip on his head. But his attempts were unsuccessful. He didn't even flinch, and Jimin was
panicking. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and panic soon set in. Jungkook, who was staring
through the water like a child at his new toy, pushed the omega to the surface. Jimin gasped as he
felt the air hit him. His eyes were red from the chlorine, retching from the intrusion of water into
his lungs.
He didn't even have time to react. Jungkook tugged and pulled him out of the pool. The alpha gave
the girl next to him a word and she went the way Hobi did. The blond felt himself be lifted so
easily, manhandled like a doll.

Jimin tried to get rid of his grasp but the strong arm around his waist seemed to be made of steel.
He was still coughing yet the pool was so big and there was so much noise that no one was aware.
The omega wiggled his legs, kicking from up on the shoulder, but there was no reaction. Soon
enough, he was being dragged into the humid corridor of the toilets.

His expression was disfigured when he saw the blue door to the alphas' bathroom and Jimin was
thrown into one of the bathroom cubicles, his ass hitting the closed toilet. He tried to get up, in
pain, but the door slammed shut in front of him.

Jungkook left the bathroom, his footsteps quickly disappearing behind the closing door.

Frightened, Jimin shouted every curse he knew, his voice hoarse from coughing. Nothing helped,
no one seemed to hear him. Not even the murmur of the pool could be heard properly from where
he was. Jimin sobbed desperately, eyes swollen from crying. His tears drowned his eyesight,
making the vision blurry.

His omega was more hurt by Jungkook's treatment than angry and it pissed him off even more. Sick
of yelling, he started kicking the door, his weight resting on the toilet. It wasn't working, nothing
did. Jimin finally gave up, collecting himself on the lid. The boy hugged his knees and hid his head
in between.

He didn't deserve this.

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Two hours passed before a noise was heard again. The cubicle door opened abruptly and Jimin took
the opportunity to push the body in front of him. The second the alpha was off-balance, the blond
ran to the bathroom door. The run was so fast he reached the door in a second. The omega turned
the knob hopefully but his soul fell to the floor when he noticed that it was locked.

He shouldn't had let his guard down , he thought, because his hair, gathered in a fist, was yanked
towards the wall next to the door. Jimin got slammed into the lockers and the pain of the crash
caused him to slip to the floor. His body was lifted, the alpha pulling his hair upright against the
wall. Jimin glared at him and spat in his face in an impulse.

It echoed throughout the bathroom. The slap Jimin received across his face disoriented him to the
point that he burst into disconsolate tears, unable to resist the anguish inside him. Jungkook cleaned
off the saliva on his cheek and lifted the boy's face until their eyes were on the same level.

The omega was paralyzed against the wall, arms crushed on top of his head, the snake hybrid's
hands large enough to paralyze his wrists. The alpha's massive body pressed down on him,
immobilizing any try to escape.

"No more gloss huh?" his fingers traced the omega's lips. His expression quieted as he touched
them, tongue licking his own. Jimin was still sobbing, chest rising and falling. "Did I make you that
conscious last time?"

The omega bit down on the finger as he felt the alpha's thumb on his lower lip, but froze as he saw
Jungkook's lack of reaction. Jimin squeezed so hard his jaw ached but only blood came out,
dripping down his chin.
"Go on" Jungkook invited him, a sadistic smile on his face. "I knew you were untamed but it seems
like you keep exceeding my expectations." he held his gaze against Jimin's, and pushed his face in
to lick his own blood. The tongue was burning, and it was so long that in one lick the blood was
erased from the skin. They were so close that their noses were touching. Jimin's breathing agitated,
Jungkook's calm.

"You can't help it, can you? Smelling like an alpha and even with a tattoo on your skin. Not even a
whore would dare so much. Aren't you ashamed?" Jimin replied biting even harder, eyes filled with
hatred.

"I hope you've enjoyed these days off" Jungkook murmured against his lips. The height difference
made the snake hybrid have to lower his head. "Because you're starting to piss me off."

Jimin didn't understand. He hadn't done anything. Didn't even initiate contact with Jungkook in
days. Yet here he was, pinned against a wall with a red face, puffy eyes and blood dripping from his
mouth.

Jungkook gaze was fierce, a dark gleam in his eyes. The vertical pupils dilated, as if he was looking
at the dessert of his favorite restaurant. The alpha's free hand freed from the omega's mouth, now
caressing Jimin's face and body as if he was molding a statue. The soft touch slowed on Jimin's
neck, the bloody thumb stroking the curve of his... scent gland.

Jimin finds himself letting his bunny ears pop out due to the sensitivity. Small tears kept coming
out of his eyes but Jungkook licked them away, as if he wasn't the reason of them. Feeling his
tongue on his skin had an unexpected effect. It wasn't rough like as expected and the sensation was
even more intense with the two forked tips.

"Leave me alone, please" was all Jimin could mumble. His whole face was flushed and his animal
part was threatening to fully come out to run away from this. But he couldn't. He was trapped.

Jungkook pulled the long ear until Jimin's face was raised to his. The dark piercing eyes were now
on the omega's lips. The predator looked like he was going to tear them off that small face at any
moment.
"I was wondering if the venom last time was too much for you, but here you are. Smelling like
alpha cum. Fine enough to go whore yourself to other alphas." Jungkook whispered that with so
much disdain it hurt. The anger reached such a point that his sclera was black and two white irises
looked back at Jimin. It was a horrible image, like being in the presence of a demon.

"And I will do it again. I can do whatever the fuck I want!" Jimin spitted, resisting the urge to
submit. His brain was conflicted between the rational thoughts wanting to make the bully regret
this and the omega thoughts convincing him this was all his fault.

"Can you though?" Jungkook smiled, revealing a perfect set of teeth and sharp fangs. The question
made Jimin pause as he noticed Jungkook's arm tense, veins about to burst. Suddenly, his delicate
neck was getting squeezed and Jimin felt the air escaping from his lungs in seconds. Small black
dots painted his vision. For the third time today, he was losing air. The omega's face took a purple
hue from the strong grip and Jungkook looked at him with amusement. "Tell me Jimin, can you? "

Jimin reached for air, mouth open trying to catch any particle of oxygen. That was when Jungkook
brought his mouth close to the omega's, lips almost caressing the plump ones.

"My scent will be the only thing on your skin for the next fucking days." Their lips connected as
the predator saw the blond about to beg for air, his hand relaxing on the thin neck. Jimin gasped for
air in the alpha's mouth. The touch of their tongues against each other's was soft and wet. Jungkook
grabbed his jaw, forcing the omega to open his mouth wider. The kiss was completely dominated,
one sided. The taller hard body burnt against Jimin's. Slick coming out of him as Jungkook pressed
his waist to Jimin's.

The realization hit him like a truck but he couldn't stop it. His hole clenched on nothing, like a
beating heart. Hot liquid ran down his thighs and Jimin felt like he was going to fall to the ground.
The aroma... His scent was everywhere. Jungkook clearly sensed it because he bit the omega's lip
so hard it bleed. The metallic taste mixed with their saliva. He pushed his tongue harder inside the
warmth, no letting it stop nor slow down. The kiss was so intense it left no room to breathe.
Another gasp escaped Jimin's lips.

He can feel it.

Two huge, long bulges are pressed against his own cock. Jungkook pressed harder. The hard
rubbing created electricity through the blond's body. They feel heavy, probably the size of Jimin's
arm. The omega inside him was agitated, as if he was due on heat. But the omega was still in shock
over the fact that the alpha had two cocks.
A moan escapes him when Jungkook pulls his mouth away from his for a second, and Jimin is
embarrassed to the point where he tries to wriggle out of his grip but Jungkook pulls on his bunny
ear, forcing his head to stay in place. The pain is sharp and Jimin cries out a yelp.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going?"

It has to be the poison, Jimin thinks. Because his heart is beating too hard and his cock against the
alpha's is driving him crazy. Even his now whispering voice is making him forget his own name,
the situation. He couldn't let himself be this easily dominated. But it felt too good, to the point
Jungkook's spit tasted like candy to his taste buds.

Jimin had kissed thousands of people throughout his life. At every party he went to he made out
with as many guys as he had drinks. Also had thousands of partners, all of them guys. It wasn't his
first kiss nor his second. But it was the first to make his body let out a glob of slick from his hole
like a needy bitch. The animal side of his brain was taking control and that meant no good. Jimin
almost wanted to calm Jungkook down from his fury and hide in the crook of that neck. Assure him
he would never get closer to any alpha except him.

As if he had gotten bored, Jungkook slowly pulls away from him. He stares at him, smile nowhere
to be seen. "Good boy" is the last thing he says before he leaves, bare back walking away.

Jimin is trembling, mouth still hot from the kiss that just happened. His wrists are red from the
pressure. The alpha's warm breath was like a ghost on his lips. He looked at the puddle on the floor,
eyes wide at the sight of his legs wet as if he had pissed himself.

Jimin was sure the poison was making him act like a bitch in heat, because there was no way in hell
the panic left and the kiss felt orgasmic to him. That tongue against his made him forget to resist.

"The venom" he whispers, caressing his own neck, hot from the warmth of the alpha's touch.
Jimin's eyes look for a mirror and his gaze flickers in search of that. However, his face is disfigured
from the shock when there isn't single green mark on his body. No purple, no bruises, nothing.
 Jungkook hasn't used his poison on him.

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The dripping of the intravenous serum was all that could be heard, accompanied by Jimin's heavy
breathing. The boy was sweating, skin glistening. His eyes were closed, a grimace of pain on his
face. The colour of the soft plump lips wasn't as vivid as usual, pale now.

Hobi looked at him, frustration all over his face. He felt like a piece of shit for letting this happen.
It was his fault, no doubt. Since they were just kids he had always taken care of Jimin. Even after
the omega grew into the young man he was now, Jimin was still careless. And in harsher words,
weak.

He should have been more insistent from the first day. Should have fought a bit more with the
secretary to be put together in the same dorm. Even if it was forbidden a good amount of money
could have solved any complications. He turned to his phone, tense. The frown between his
eyebrows was deep, carving into his skin like a wrinkle. He was unable to control his expressions.
Every glimpse to his best friend's lying body filled his heart with worry, even if the nurses explained
a thousand times that this would help the omega. Jeon...

Who the hell was Jeon?

What kind of person made the nursing staff not want to do their job out of fear of being targeted?
All the answers had to be on the internet. Hobi entered the browser and typed a J. Right after his
thumb pressed the second letter on the keyboard the sound of footsteps made him look up. Jin ran
in, sweating. His sweatshirt was wrinkled and his hair was a mess. The beta wanted to ask, but it
wasn't the right time.
"This can't keep happening" he declared, teeth clenched in anger, and turned off the phone to stand
up. "You said you had an antidote or something, didn't you? Where is it?" Jin looked at the boy
lying on the bed. The toxin had been absorbed. It was to be expected, this wasn't new. With a simple
touch the poison took over a person's skin, depending on the owner's will. In the worst cases, a bite
would appear on the victim. No one could tell where it came from. Snakes were so subtle that they
would strike at an instant of your lowest guard.

"Jin, where is it" repeated Hobi, fists clenched against his sides. The omega rummaged through the
pocket at the back of the jean and pulled out the little package he picked up on his way to the dorm.
He had run as best he could just so he could get the alpha smell and slick off his body and clothes.
The change of look was now a hoodie and jeans. His hair was a mess, but at least he had found the
little box of medicine. It was just a simple pill to ease internal pain. It helped a lot in heats.

Jin handed it silently, eyes lowered. What face was he supposed to look at the dude knowing he had
been just now sleeping with the alpha's friend who did this to Jimin? Jin had been in these
situations before, but he usually didn't end up this close to the victim. Just in his first year living
away from his parents he had been so lucky that Jungkook's new victim was his roommate. Jin
wasn't a good person, but he wasn't a monster either. He liked Jimin and his friend.

Hobi put away the pills and peeked at the time. "The nurse said to let him rest for a few hours, but I
can't leave him like this." He muttered seriously. The beta turned on his heels and picked up the
bottle of water left for them by the infirmary staff.

He approached Jimin in a careful move, pushing his shoulder back and forth slowly.

"Jimin, can you hear me?" he asked in a soft voice. The blond wasn't asleep, so it didn't take him
long to come out of the trance he was in. His face was still pale and there were still traces of blood
on his arm. Hobi pulled him upright, forcing his friend to sit up. He steadied him against the wall
so he wouldn't fall. "Open your mouth."

The omega was too dizzy and dazed to be aware of the situation. He looked at Hobi with bloodshot
eyes, opening his mouth. The dry feeling of the pill against his tongue was familiar. He also took
pills for his heats.
Hobi connected the plump lips with the water bottle and Jimin forcibly swallowed the pill. The
feeling of it going down his body burned. A frown couldn't be helped and his friend patted his head,
making him drink again and laid him back down on the medical gurney.

Jimin closed his eyes and this time he let himself rest. The tiredness was overbearing. After a few
minutes, the soon calm and regular breathing made the beta notice that his friend was already
sleeping. Hobi turned back to the table and grabbed the phone.

"I'm going to settle this once and for all" he muttered.

"What?" Jin looked at him, incredulous.

"What you heard. You'll stay with Jimin until I come back. I'm going to give that bastard the
beating of his life." The beta took one last glance at the blond on the bed. Something had to be
done. His footsteps didn't last long when he saw Jin standing there, blocking the door. Hobi was
baffled. "What the fuck are yo-"

"Calm the fuck down. You are just going to make this harder for Jimin" the omega sounded more
scared than he looked, but Hobi didn't care. He walked over to Jin and tried to push him away but
the guy's feet were glued to the ground.

"And what do you want me to do? Sit and watch that motherfucker make his life a living hell?
Move!"

"You don't understand, Hoseok" Jin looked so serious and terrified, like he knew something the
beta lacked the acknowledge of. The tall omega's hands were clinging to the door frames.
"Jungkook... He won't stop, the more you attack him the worse it will be."
"Jin, move."

"Don't act by impulse. This will only make things worse. Listen to m-"

"And why the fuck should I listen to you!? You don't even smell like yourself!"

Shit.

Jin panicked for a second, noticing that indeed his fainty scent was packed with Taehyung's.
Changing clothes didn't do enough. He still smelled like that dude. A "fuck" came out of his lips in
a breathy whisper. It was a hit of luck that Hobi didn't know the alpha's scent, otherwise he would
discover right away they had contact. He needed to focus the situation back on the real issue,
Jimin.

"Jin stop-" Jin grabbed the beta in front of him by the shoulders, and although Hobi resisted he
ended up sitting down in the chair.

"Stop being so stubborn. I know Jungkook enough to be telling you this. Biting him back doesn't
work, it just fuels him against you" tried to explain the omega, grip still steady on the beta's
shoulders. He needed to listen, even if the dude looked so unsure right now. "This has a solution, I
promise."

"Solution? Oh yeah, staying quiet over this bullying until we graduate?" Hobi rolled his eyes, a
gaspy laugh leaving his throat. "Get off me"
"Not till you listen" Jin repeated. The moment the beta came for Jeon it was certain the dude would
regret it so much.

After constant struggles between the two Hobi finally decided to listen. Jin sighed in exhaustion. He
had no energy for this. He wanted to sleep.

"There's something you can do about this" he whispered. The hope that appeared in the beta's eyes
crushed his heart. Jin hated himself. "Jungkook won't come for him unless he's alone."

Bullshit. Jin had seen thousands of times how Jungkook would walk up to his previous victims
while they were with their friends and, as if no one was watching, he would punch them in the face.

The sour memory of going down the hallways and seeing from the open door of the alphas'
bathroom Jungkook shoving someone's head into a toilet with his foot. How he threw a flower pot
over the head of an alpha prey for interrupting him in class, leaving the poor boy bleeding on the
floor. Or when he burned all of an omega's clothes to force her to go out naked to look for them,
just because she dared to apply to the student council that only alphas were allowed to join.

Jungkook didn't care. Nothing stopped him when he wanted something. The more people watching,
the better. The humiliation would be greater.

So, even if it was a lie, he was avoiding something worse if he let the beta think this would help. He
couldn't against Jungkook, no one could.
Reluctantly, Hobi agreed. For Jimin's sake he and Jin would be with the omega always. He would
wait for them in every class, and the two of them would keep Jimin under surveillance as much as
possible, even in class.

Hobi threw his hands to his face. This had to be a joke. After chatting with an alpha girl who had
approached him suddenly Jimin was nowhere to be found. He just wanted to go to the bathroom but
the girl kept asking questions and hitting on him, telling him that he had caught her eyes since she
saw the beta at the pool today.

Getting her off him had been nearly impossible and to top it off now that he had returned from the
hallway Jimin was nowhere to be found. He peeked into the omegas part but it was empty and
almost all the lockers were open. People were already leaving. He went to the betas' lockers and
looked for his phone in his own bag.

Jin's contact was the first to come up after Jimin's and he clicked on the second one.

The beep of the call didn't last long and it went to voicemail. The device was either turned off or on
silent. Jimin always picked up calls except his father's. The beta called again and again but his
friend's voice never answered back.

"Jin" he whispered and searched through the chat contacts to click on the named one.

Hobi: Is Jimin with you?

Hobi chewed his lip, feet were already tapping on the ground. He had a bad feeling.

The reply was immediate.

Jin: What? Wasn't he with you? I left you with him!

Now Hobi felt irresponsible. Of course, Jin left before them and he was in charge of Jimin. Last
glance at the omega was him at the corner of the pool, chilling in the water. He looked like he
wanted to be alone so Hobi distracted himself by chatting with his own classmates.

Fuck.

He just felt bad that he was controlling him too much. His friend was the same age as him, not a
kid. Following him around obviously seemed to annoy Jimin to a certain point, so he wanted to
give him space at that time at the pool.

But now Hobi regretted it.

He gathered his things and got dressed. He would shower after finding Jimin. Suddenly his eyes
lifted up, as if he had remembered something.

That fucker.
Hobi walked out already dressed towards the pool in the hope or fear that Jeon was there. And he
was, indeed. You could tell because half a class of omegas were surrounding him like a god. The
dude didn't look interested, more like bored. His eyes flicked to Hobi as he felt his gaze and the
beta gritted his teeth. The snake hybrid was so intimidating it was hard to hold that gaze against his
own. The alpha was painfully attractive yet a bad vibe surrounded him all over.

He clearly hadn't disappeared because of Jeon fucking Jungkook if the son of a bitch was sitting
there staring at Hobi blatantly as if he was reading every thought that was crossing the beta's mind.
He turned towards the exit and left, practically running to the omega dorms. Jimin wasn't answering
his calls and wasn't replying to the messages either. He had to be in the dorms. Where else would
he go?

The door was locked but no matter how much he knocked, no one opened. He talked to Dae-Hyun
and the wolf just said he didn't know anything. He asked people passing by if they had seen a short
blond boy but no one nodded. Hobi felt like he was going to go crazy.

All he could think of was that either Jimin was in his room asleep or he had left the uni for lunch.
Either option would require him to return at some point, so he thought about contacting Jin to get
him to unlock the door but felt he would be too annoying.

He would rather wait for his friend to come back.

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It still felt warm. His skin pulsed under the touch on his cheek. It hurt, but he couldn't help but miss
it as his tongue ran over the last trace of the other. It had been warm and dominant, digging into his
mouth as if it wanted to swallow Jimin whole.

His lips felt abused and were slightly swollen. The blood trail was subtle but the metallic taste was
insistent in his saliva.

Jimin was flushed, eyes glossy from what had just happened. He wanted to move but the wet sound
of the slick coming out of his hole, down his legs and dripping against the floor reminded him once
again that this was his reaction to him.

Of course he was furious, and he certainly wanted to punch Jungkook right back. However, every
time he imagined his revenge regret gnawed at him. His omega was constantly whispering that the
alpha was right. What reaction had he thought he would get, letting his scent be replaced by a
stranger's one? It was to be expected that the snake hybrid would have been enraged, but all of that
would have made sense if they were mates, or were a couple.

And even in that case, this wasn't right.

Jungkook wasn't his mate. Shit, they weren't even friends. They knew each other -did they even
know each other?- from the uni lectures and it had barely been a month since that. And his
treatment? Awful. It was just abuse and power against the weak. What right did he have to come to
claim and force his scent on Jimin? The very thought of being Jungkook's mate twisted his gut
while his omega was happy to even imagine the grotesque thought.

Did he care? No, of course he didn't. He was a victim, not just another omega on Jeon's list of
holes.

The fragrance dominated the entire bathroom. He had to move, regardless of the slick between his
legs. Jimin flattened his aching rabbit ears to make them disappear. Just the reminder that Jungkook
had touched them gave him a storm of butterflies.

He slapped his face. The sound echoed off the walls.

Enough.

Why was he having mixed feelings when an hour ago he'd been crying for help?

The blond turned without looking at the mirror. He had been avoiding it since the first glance. He
didn't want to see that reflection again. It reminded him of the painful fact that all those delirious
thoughts and weird sensations weren't a product of the poison but of his own desire. What was he
becoming? Jimin pushed open the door and went out. His heat had to be due soon for all this
craziness to be crashing inside his brain.

It was deserted. The pool was so empty that not even the surface of it was moving by the water. All
the t-shirts, flip-flops and murmur were gone.

Jimin made his way to the omegas changing rooms. His feet were the only thing that sounded
between the walls. The floor wasn't even wet anymore, but the slick glued to his legs dirtied
everything in his path, leaving a trail of footprints everywhere he went. The thought that the uni
had cleaners calmed him down.

Among all the open and empty lockers he found only one locked. His own. The blond just wanted
to go and open it but decided better to wash off the sticky, liquid texture on his body first. The
shower was quick, with hot water to recover the temperature after the contact with the now cold air
of the installations.
He put his clothes back on after drying off, and as he pulled down his sweatshirt he grabbed his
phone.

10 calls from Hobi ❤️

Shit.

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Hobi regretted it. He had been so annoying with Jimin, glued to his friend at all hours. But it was
only for his own good. Hobi accompanied Jimin to every class, waited for him every morning, and
they even ate lunch and dinner together. Jimin clearly wasn't comfortable with so much control, his
father was enough of a headache. And Hobi understood that, he had even let the omega go
shopping for snacks yesterday thinking he should give him his space. Now the boy was gone.

"Hobi" the dark-haired beta raised his head so fast he felt his vision go blurry. But there he was.
Jimin was looking at him sorrowfully, looking small under the huge sweatshirt he was wearing.
"Sorry."

Hobi was sitting in front of his dorm door, head tucked between his knees. The dude looked so
worried to the point Jimin now felt worse. He kept making the same mistakes.

The beta got up and grabbed him by the shoulders, hands tightening on his flesh. "Where the fuck
have you been!? Do you know how much I've been looking for you!?"

He shook him again and again but Jimin couldn't answer. It wasn't his fault he had disappeared... or
was it? What had he done wrong to be locked in the toilet cubicle like a scene from a bad teen
movie?
His best friend didn't take long to find the answer himself, eyes widening at the strong smell that hit
his nose within seconds.

"I can explain."

"Jimin... did he r-rape you?" he said almost on the verge of tears from rage. His conclusion was not
far-fetched. The strong smell of Jungkook was so intense that it seemed to come from a sex act.
The omega could feel the fingers digging into his flesh harder, and it hurt, but nothing compared to
the look in his friend's eyes.

"No" no, but it was almost the same. A kiss he hadn't consented to, a scent on his body he never
consented to, being locked up without having done anything, being slapped frivolously... The list
could go on but Jimin only felt worse.

"No!? You smell even stronger than you did this morning!" exclaimed Hobi, waddling the omega
back and forth. Jimin stopped him with difficulty...

"I'll explain it, okay? Just calm down" he tried to convince him, breaking out of the forced grip.
Jimin reached for the ID card in the purse and opened the door. Jin wasn't there since the silence
that welcomed both boys dominated the whole room except for the murmur under the windows
outside. This morning's coffee was still there, next to the unfinished toast.

"Speak" Hobi said from behind. Jimin sighed.

This wasn't going to end well.

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The room was dead silent. Jin was still nowhere to be seen and it was already starting to get dusk.
The echo of the restroom door slamming was still ringing in his ears.

Jimin pressed the bridge of his nose. He was hungry and the fridge was practically empty. The idea
was to go outside and go shopping but Jungkook's smell was so intense that it didn't even seem like
there was an omega in the room. Jimin was still amazed at how the rest of the scents had been
completely dominated by the alpha's.
He glanced at the door.

Explaining to Hobi what had happened ended in fury. Jimin was convinced it was because of the
expression on his face. He had even been told by his friend You don't look angry enough and while
it wasn't true it wasn't a lie either.

As kind as he seemed the omega always got grumpy over anything. Yet here Jimin was, guilt
gnawing at him. His best friend had bolted from the room, silent with an indecipherable expression.
Jimin didn't want to know what was going through that head of his. The beta's last words were a
threat: to not leave the bedroom.

Hobi assured that he would take revenge for this and even promised Jimin - albeit forcibly- that he
would do it in a civilized manner. In other words, the new plan was to report Jeon. Jimin didn't dare
for fear of not being heard, but being a beta Hobi perhaps would get attention. If he went after
Jungkook only two things could happen: either the alpha would finally leave Jimin alone for fear of
being expelled or the uni would ignore thye bullying report for being an omega.

Jimin threw his things on his bed and burst into tears. It was going to be a long afternoon and his
mind was a mess.
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Jin closed his eyes and sighed, letting the air out of his lungs. It felt as if the sky was falling.

"Stop thinking" he whispered to himself, leaning his head against the wall of the pool building, the
same one Jin was smashed against a few minutes ago. It was so huge that the back was a long way
from the entrance. There was only a forest behind it and no one ever crossed this route.

He had just received a call from Hobi. The beta's voice sounded muffled, with clear traits of being
enraged. Jin was a bit surprised this time. He hadn't anticipated the jacket event to lead to all this.
However, it was to be expected. Jungkook had been calm for too long and that was rare.

What hurt the most was knowing that this had been his fault. If only he hadn't been carried away by
Taehyung's scent, gaze on his body since Jin entered the pool space... This wouldn't have happened.
He needed to stop thinking with his dick.
It only took one glance from Taehyung from across the pool for Jin to get the message. It was never
enough, even if they had spent hours the night before sharing sweat and other liquids. Jin had
walked as if nothing in the direction of the alpha, with the excuse that he had to go study. All to end
up against the wall of the building he was now in, Taehyung's lips glued to his.

He still had the taste of cum in his mouth, hair a mess from the alpha's grip on his locks. Jin had
sucked his cock like there was no tomorrow and, of course, had enjoyed it. But making out was
always the best part. Jin could spend his life kissing Taehyung, and never tire of it. That minty
smell, green eyes appreciating every inch of the omega's body.

The alpha had left half an hour ago, satisfied with the groping session with the omega. But Jin was
never fulfilled. He wanted more. Wanted Taehyung to be his, exclusively his. That he didn't have to
hide to be able to kiss him. To be capable of wearing that sweet scent with pride.

Jin clenched the phone in his hand.

No matter how much he wanted the alpha, it would never happen. They just weren't meant to be
together.

"Fuck this shit"

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The tub was so full that any movement made the water overflow. The back of his neck rested on the
rim, eyes closed to focus on his mother's voice.

"Are you eating well?" Ms Park's voice sounded concerned, as always. They had been on the phone
for half an hour. Jimin stirred a little in the tub. The water was already getting cold.

"Yes mom" he mumbled. Good thing it wasn't a video call. Jimin had been crying for a whole hour
and now his eyes were red and puffy. He didn't want to talk to his mother right now, but he had
been expecting a call from her ever since he came in. Who else was going to give his father a report
on his situation?

"We haven't seen you for a long time, you have to come this Christmas, mm?"
Being home meant putting up with his father, but at the same time being a spoiled child again. He
needed that. It was low-key worth it. "Yes, Mom."

"Ah, now that I think about it, we've been invited to a dinner with the university." his mother
commented. Jimin raised his eyebrows.

"What?" why didn't he know about this? He was the student yet didn't get the mail. Fuck, he needed
to mentally prepare himself to see Mr. Park.

"You have to come too."

"Yes..." He didn't even know the date.

"Why do you sound so tired? Don't you want to talk to your mother?" she said. Emotional
manipulation was her best skill. Jimin rolled his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for this.

"I'm just tired mom. We've had swimming lessons all day and I just finished."

Remembering the session brought back the reminder of the fragrance that currently enveloped him.
The whole bathroom smelled like Jungkook, Jimin didn't even smell like himself. Worst part? He
wasn't bothered by the intensity of the aroma.

Ms Park seemed to turn away from the phone for a moment, her voice now distant. Jimin heard
something from behind her and the woman's murmur in response. "Wanna talk to your father? He
says you haven't called him in a long time."
His last chat with Jimin had been upon arrival and that had been it. No messages, nothing. If he
found out about the new tattoo Mr Park was going to pull his son out of college and force the
omega to stay home for the rest of his life.

"No... No need."

Jimin hung up after saying goodbye and let his head fall into the huge bathtub. His skin was almost
red from rubbing it against the sponge. He had used everything. Gel, scrubs, and even tried scented
shampoo but the smell of alpha seemed tattooed on his body.

He got out of the shower with a weak body. Everything felt hot and his head was buzzing from
staring at the ceiling for so long.

"Jimin?" said Jin from the other side of the door. The blond blinked against the water droplets on
his eyelashes, drying his body.

"Just a second!"

He opened the door quickly, body wrapped in the towel. Jin covered his own nose as he sensed the
wave of alpha scent.

"God... what the fuck happened? What did Jungkook do to you?!" he exclaimed taking a step back.
Jimin sighed and walked to his room. The predator's footsteps soon followed.

"I've already explained it to Hobi. Jungkook had been furious and locked me in the alpha bathroom.
Then forced me to be scented." Jimin explained as he searched for his clothes in the closet. There
were still a few suits and stuff but it didn't fit inside the wardrobe, just as he predicted the first day.
Jin looked at him in shock.
"Did... anything else happen?" he asked with clear doubt in that voice.

"No." Jimin's answer was immediate. Neither Jin nor Hobi needed to know. With what face was he
supposed to explain to them that Jungkook had slapped the omega for spitting on the alpha and then
had been forced to kiss him? The worst part was that it stopped being a forced kiss after a second
and Jimin already felt weak in the knees every time their tongues brushed against each other.

No way he could say that.

"I'm so sorry" Jin looked down to the ground and scratched the back of his neck. The omega turned
to him, not understanding what he meant. But the clear guilt on Jin's face didn't help.

"What do you mean?" Paranoia snatched at his mind and the memory of his roommate yesterday in
the alpha dorms made him suspicious. He didn't go to meet Jungkook, did he? The predator wasn't
answering "Jin, what the fuck do you mean?"

"I left you alone"

"Why are you blaming yourself?" asked Jimin. He threw one of his pajamas on the bed without
taking his eyes off his roommate. "Hobi was with me and I'm not a kid."

"But still!-" Something stopped him from continuing. He lowered his head again. Clearly thinking
of an explanation. What the fuck was going on? "Where's Hobi?"

"I don't know" Jimin didn't know why was he suddenly lying. "He's probably mad at me."

The two were silent and the blond continued to search for his underwear. He kept pulling out
hangers, because he needed to get busy. Jin's eyes made him anxious.
"I see... I'll be in my room then..."

Jin left, but Jimin was still standing there surrounded by the pile of clothes he had pulled out. He
couldn't stop thinking about what he saw yesterday, trying to pull threads together. Yes, Jin had
been gone after the swimming session but it wasn't his fault. Jimin wasn't a baby and Hobi had
been there. Yet tall omega's face was full of regret, as if he made a big mistake.

Last night was haunting him with questions. That wasn't the time to go have a chat, he clearly went
to fuck or at least that's what made most sense right now.

But why would Jin have to hide he was sleeping with another alpha? He was a free soul, and
between omegas it was quite normal to share who you fucked like any normal friend would. The
only reason to hide his trip to the alpha's dorm would have been because of the alpha's identity.
Jimin knew no one... except Jungkook.

A small glance to the side and the sight of the unknown alpha's jacket on the floor reminded the
blond he had to wash it and give it back. Jimin grabbed it and put his nose on the cloth. Jungkook's
scent was so strong in contrast that the jacked smelled like the snake hybrid. Even the room was
full of that perfume-like fragance.

The omega opened the windows to let the air take some of the scent away. He looked at the horizon
of the playground, empty like always at this hour, but his mind was replaying every scene he lived
since coming here and how Jin had been a constant in all of this.

He was definitely hiding something.

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Sunday's morning and Jin was already walking towards that place. Having been in the same high
school as Jungkook he knew his habits. The dude would sign up for every activity that required to
sweat. He always had that thirst for competitiveness and despite his arrogance the alpha was the
kind of person who wanted to win by his own sweat rather than by his last name. And for seeing
others lose, of course.

Taehyung wasn't enrolled in basketball, but Jungkook was. He was also signed up for athletism,
among others. Alphas had this tendency to require something to waste their energy on. Jin had
gotten the info on where the snake hybrid was by asking Taehyung. And now he was in front of the
gates.

He had spent the whole night unable to leave his room. Looking at Jimin nibbled at him with guilt.
The blond hadn't left his room either, and the air between them seemed tense. The blond omega
wasn't angry, but Jin felt that Jimin didn't want to have contact with him. Talking to Dae-Hyun had
distracted him a little, at least wolfie was always full of energy, in his own world.

Jin had to at least make his position against Jungkook clear. He didn't want to lose a possible
friendship with Jimin. Even if it was of no use he still wanted to stand up to the alpha. The feeling
of being a hypocrite was like a constant buzz every time he remembered telling Hobi that arguing
wth the snake hybrid would only make things worse. And it was the truth. But Jin was just here to
talk.
The gymnasium hall was open. It was the area where all the basketball, volleyball, and other games
were held. There were a bunch of people inside and all were alphas, mostly predators. The alpha
preys were on the bench, clearly denied to play.

Definitely the snake hybrid's doings.

The room was huge, with basketball hoops on either side and courts ready to set up. In the metal
boxes were bats for the outside tennis courts, badminton bats, basketballs,...

Although there were omega teams as well, almost all the facilities and dynamic activities at the
university were for alphas. Sports, swimming, break rooms... All other things like cooking sessions,
maternity, and homeschooling were for omegas and only they could sign up. The traditionalism was
clear as water in this uni.

Jin saw him standing there, wearing a tank top with the university insignia and raven hair pulled
back. He stood out among all of them for being tall and having that intimidating air. Always serious
or with a mischievous smile. Among so many bare arms his was noticeable at first glance with that
black ink all over it.

Taehyung wasn't there but that didn't matter. Despite Jungkook's disgusting personality he never
touched Jin. Not like alpha Kim would defend the omega from his sadistic best friend anyways.

Jin approached him. The alpha odour was so strong that it disgusted him. Like dogs in heat several
looked at him with a strange glare but the snake hybrid didn't even seem surprised to see him. He
turned to Jin, waiting for the omega to be close enough.

"So what is it this time? Got bored of Tae's dick?" he asked with playfulness even though his face
was as serious as a rock. Jin wasn't going to get into that subject with all those people in front of
him. The rest of the alphas guffawed as if it was funny. They probably thought he was also part of
Jungkook's harem. Just the thought that they believed Jin was one of Jeon's whores turned his
stomach.
"You need to stop." was all he could say. What else was he going to do? He wasn't going to listen to
Jin.

A smile escaped Jungkook, as if he had just been told the best joke in the world.

"Oh? Think you can ask for things now that you are one of Taehyung's whores?" he almost sounded
incredulous, as if even Jin's existence was a fucking joke.

"Jimin has done nothing to you. Why do you have to be this way? He's such a happy person and yet
you have made him look depressive every single day since he came!" exclaimed Jin. He was sick
and tired of seeing this every year and keeping quiet. The room fell silent and the alphas in the back
stared at him.

"I don't care." was Jungkook's reply. He bounced the ball that was resting between his arm and
body. Jin wished to be strong enough to punch the shit out of the snake hybrid. But even the ripped
tiger of his class wouldn't win against this monster.

"Why do you have to be this disgusting?"

"You should start to assimilate that your little friend is gonna end up how I want him to" Jungkook
spoke, voice suddenly low. His eyes gleamed with a malicious glow. "On the palm of my hand. Or
should I say around my dicks?"

Another laugh came from the guys and women behind him and Jin glared at them.
"If you think Jimin will ever be your boyfriend or accept your disgusting alpha as his you are
deluded" spat in an impulse. But Jungkook didn't even look faded. His confidence was scary.

"Oh, don't worry." the snake hybrid smiled once again. The sharp fangs appeared this time. He
looked devilish, like the portray of a stereotypical psychopath. "He will."

It made Jin uncomfortable. The fact that he somehow was almost convinced of this scared him.
Because Jungkook wasn't joking despite his smile. It sounded more like a promise that the omega
hoped it never came true.

But Jimin would never fall for this monster, and that was his only hope.

"There's plenty of omegas to bully. Go for them or come for me, but leave him alone. We are both
omegas, it should be the same" he blurted out. Jin didn't know why he was just saying it. Did he
want to save Jimin so badly? It was evil to offer other possible victims to save his own ass.

But he was aware Jungkook wasn't after him. For many reasons, not the least of which was being
his friend's sneaky link -or so he wanted to think- and having connections to the Kim family that
the Jeon's were on good terms with.

"I don't need to ruin you too, you already do that to yourself on a daily basis" Jungkook whispered,
eyelids half drooping to that taciturn look. "I rather watch you crumble by yourself and destroy
your pathetic life."

Jin knew what he meant, and that's what hurt the most. Knowing he had no power in what was
going on didn't help. Everything would slowly falling apart, and as always, Jeon would sit and
watch.

"Fucking bastard... Who do you think you are?"

"Oh, me?" Jungkook chuckled. The ball now spun on his finger smoothly. He stared at Jin with a
crashing confidence. "Jeon Jungkook. An alpha and a pure blood predator. The one who by nature
itself is above you and your dumb friend."

Not even arrogance was enough to describe how he sounded. Jin was speechless. Debating with
this fucker was impossible. The dude wasn't even stubborn, he just didn't even open his ears for an
omega. "I hope nature makes you an omega prey in your next life then"

Jungkook had to laugh, of course. Everything was a joke to him. The ball stopped spinning and he
moved it, bouncing the round thing on the floor. "Sure. Sadly I don't have time to hear one right
now. Leave"

Jin just stood there, regretting ever coming to try to convince this fucker of anything. Even
Taehyung, who was the closest thing to Jungkook's horrendous personality had still some faith. The
bouncing stopped and Jungkook turned to the group of alphas waiting for him but didn't start
walking towards them till he glanced back to Jin.

"I said leave." ordered more firmly this time. The handsome face had that cold expression and
sharp eyes. Jin left, not without sending the alpha daggers with his eyes.

If looks could kill, Jungkook was already being dismembered into pieces in hot boiling oil,
suffering.

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Now that Hobi seemed to stop waiting for him everywhere, Jimin approached the teacher in the
evening of the day. He had not gone to class today for fear of having to face Jin and Jungkook
inside the same four walls. It would be enough for him to study in the library and review in his
room. They had another exam this week and he would make sure it went well. It was all starting to
pile up on him with group work, practice in some subjects and random tests that needed to be
done.

No one seemed to be inside so he knocked on the office door less shyly this time. It was the tutor
professor but he still remembered his harsh words. Jimin wasn't going to treat the old man with so
much respect when he wasn't even getting that back.

"Come in" the man said from the other side. Jimin entered fully this time, finding the gentleman
with large glasses and prominent gray hair sitting at his desk. As soon as he saw the omega his
expression changed to disgust. "I see you're still insisting-"

But his eyes widened, mouth open slightly as if he had discovered something. Jimin didn't
understand what was going on but he was ready for the worst. "I came to ask you some questions
about the exam from-"

"Yes yes! Of course! Any doubts and I'll answer you, no problem!" he suddenly exclaimed, getting
up with a huge smile. He was already walking towards the omega. His attitude had changed so
drastically that Jimin was scared. What was wrong with him? "I can even tell you what parts might
be in the exam... just kidding, I know you're too smart to need something like that."

He wanted to touch Jimin in a comforting way, hands on the boy's shoulders yet didn't seem to dare
to break the halo surrounding the blond. More clearly, the scent. It was as if it was a claimed terrain
by Jungkook. But Jimin wasn't aware of this yet.

The omega stared at the professor in disbelief. This was the man who had told him to his face that
he was useless and that he was better as a stay-at-home omega. Why was he acting so friendly
now?

Jimin's doubts were resolved when he noticed the man's nostrils flared, smiling eyes taking a quick
glance at Jimin's neck, right where Jungkook's scent was emanating from.

Ah.

The professor believed that Jimin was now dating Jungkook. And of course Jungkook's stuff
shouldn't be touched.

His omega was glad to wear such scent while Jimin was scornful. The professor's attitude was now
so drastic it was even comical. How insolent could one be? As disgusted as he was by the old
alpha, Jimin wasn't going to waste such an opportunity.

Since he had to carry his scent, the omega would be sure to take advantage of Jungkook's forced
actions.

Jimin left the class happy. Doubts resolved and friendly treatment. It seemed a lie what he had
witnessed. The blond stroked his own neck. All this thanks to Jungkook's scent... Being Jeon's
omega must give even more privileges if just this was enough for hypocrites to switch
personalities. However, Jimin had a hard time imagining that fucker treating anyone in a special or
caring way. He was a bully and only got what he wanted based on fear. Yet Jimin hadn't been
poisoned since the last contact, but that was an issue he rather buries deep in his mind.

Jimin went into one of the bathrooms in the hallway and pulled out a perfume crystal bottle. Just
from its design, it looked expensive. And indeed, it was one of the best on the market, the most
suitable choice against Jungkook's scent. He had noticed that the more liquid he poured on himself
the more it mixed with Jungkook's aroma.

The fact that the professor had noticed the alpha's meant it wasn't enough. If Jimin wanted to be
able to take books from the library and study in peace he had to take action. Three showers a day
clearly wasn't doing a damn thing.

He poured several heaps over his neck and body. Even on the soft blond hair. It smelled good and at
least the alpha scent could be disguised. Jimin supposed it was because it had been two days.

─────── ·Ⅳ· ───────

Hobi walked with decisive steps down the corridor. Floor 7 of the central building. Going in the
morning had been difficult with the class schedule. Now was the perfect time.

On the higher floors the older grades had their lessons. Many people were passing back and forth,
some even wearing gowns. The senior schedule was more extense, it seemed.

The beta hadn't seen Jimin since Saturday afternoon. It wasn't intentional, but it stressed Hobi out
having to smell Jungkook on his friend. It was infuriating every time the memory appeared. Most
specifically, the fact that he had gone and left his friend in the lion's den.

However, this had to end as soon as possible. No one dared to attack Jung Hoseok just like that and
get away with it. At his previous high school the teachers kissed his feet. Jimin was like a prince.
Sure, money was hidden under all that shit show but that's how life worked. Social categories could
be easily forgotten thanks to the amount of wons one had.

The doors indicated the number of each class. Mostly laboratories among other specialities. He
looked at the screen of the phone in his hand. The principal's office must have been at the end, near
the huge windows. Hobi knocked on the door, but apparently someone was already inside.

"Yes?" The voice of an old man he assumed was the one in charge signalled Hobi could come in.
He widened the opening of the previously ajar door, finding a huge office with thousands of
diplomas and portraits. Everything looked like it belonged to an important individual. There was
even a photo of the president and the old man, both in front of the university gates.

"What's the issue?" the man interrupted again in the room. He was at a big desk sitting comfortably
with a guy in front of him, also sitting in a chair matching the room. "I'm busy as you see, be brief."

"I can wait..." Hobi mumbled. His words were muffled as the guy in front of the principal turned
his head towards him and the greenest eyes Hobi had ever seen in his life collided with his own.
Kim Taehyung.

"In that case, wait outside." the director commented, sinking into the armchair. But Hobi could
barely focus on what the old man was saying when his attention was on the beautiful creature in the
room.

The beta closed the door slowly, feeling the alpha's eyes on his nape until he was hidden by the
black wooden surface. He sat down on one of the couches at the end, silent for a good while, eyes
on the ground.

Never in his life had he seen eyes as green as a jewel before. What hybrid was that dude? He had a
quiet aura unlike Jungkook, the type to not have all the attention in a room but seduce people to
give it to him. Not intimidating but... enchanting.

The black door opened after a few minutes and the tall boy came out with slow steps. Hobi
immediately stood up intending to enter the office but ceased when he heard him. "If you're going
to report Jungkook think twice before."

Hobi couldn't help but glare at the alpha.

"What?" he said in annoyance. Jungkook's friend, although he had done nothing wrong, was
complicit and undoubtedly supported the snake hybrid's actions. Yet one couldn't deny that beauty.
Dark brown hair with soft waves covering that slim face, long eyelashes surrounding those feline
eyes and thin lips painted beautifully with that elongated nose.

The alpha smelled so good, like chocolate. It felt familiar, which was weird. The clothes wrapped
around his body were elegant, making the dude look more like a prince than a student. Why were
all the attractive people at this university bad?

"For your own good" Taehyung muttered. The alpha pushed his hair back, revealing his forehead
and eyebrows. The whole thing looked like a live Louis Vuitton ad. "Stay in your line."
"I don't even know you. Get lost" Hobi proceeded to keep walking, but stopped again at the
vibration of that deep voice.

"Oh, but I do." It was a soft, but fake smile. The sparkle of his flawless teeth didn't even reach
those green emerald eyes. Did the dude think Hobi was another prey to manipulate?

"I'll make your friend regret ever looking in Jimin's direction" Hobi spat hatefully. He would get at
the very least a report. Even if he had to pay thousands of won to convince the principal.

Without giving the conversation any more fuel, he turned again to the office door and walked in,
shutting it behind him. Taehyung stood in the hallway watching the beta's back slowly hiding
behind the closing door.

"Huh" Taehyung let out from his lips. A smile escaped and he almost burst out laughing.

You did it again the alpha wrote to Jungkook in the chat.

.
.
.

Hobi sat back in the chair, a little nervous about the serious stare the old man was giving him.

"So? what's the matter?" the director asked, fingers interlocked together as he let his arms rest on
the huge desk. The beta sighed.
"I'm here to report a case of bullying" he said but no reaction was seen on the old man's face.

"Who's the bully?" was his automatic reaction. His eyes analyzed Hobi as if he were lying to his
face.

"An alpha."

Bully's name? Why did that matter now? The beta looked at the old man in confusion. A normal
reaction would be to care about who the affected victim was.

"Why...?"

"You've come to report an alleged case of bullying, haven't you? Who's the bully then?" repeated
the principal again. He had such an unfriendly face to the point that Hobi seemed more like an
enemy than a student at the uni.

"Jeon... Jungkook."

The office was silent. The sound of the wall clock became clearer. The old man just watched Hobi,
face impassive.

"And the victim?"

The beta raised his eyes, with a thread of hope. "Park Jimin, sir."

The numb man turned to the computer next to him and typed something. "Hm, Park Jimin. First
year in an engineering degree."

"Yes, sir" was all Hobi replied, listening intently.

"A prey omega" finally whispered the alpha. His expression did not change but the tone was
unmistakable. The impassive eyes settled on Hobi again. "What is the relationship between Jeon
and the prey?"

Just the way he called the bully by his last name and Jimin, the victim, by his social status, made
Hobi uncomfortable. "Strangers, sir."

"Is the prey Jeon's omega?"

What? Didn't he just reply they were strangers?

"No, of course not." His tone almost escaped the facade. Hobi needed to keep his cool before he
ended up being the one expelled.

"And what has alpha Jeon done to the omega?" There it was again, that difference in naming the
two hybrids. As if the victim here was that fucker.

"He tried to drown my friend in the pool twice, locked him in the alpha's bathroom, forced him to
be scented for wearing another alpha's scent, almost threw Jimin down the stairs and even poisoned
him to the point where we had to go to the hospital. He's abusing him mentally" Hobi went off
explaining every single thing he did or at least Jimin had told him. The memory of his poisoned
friend turned his stomach.

Yet the old man in front of him was silent, not a single frown on that wrinkled face. "I see" he
finally said.

"Uh?" What was that supposed to mean?

"This is a normal thing for an alpha" he muttered, clicking something on the screen. "We've all
done things like this before. Your friend should stop provoking Jeon by wearing the scent of other
alphas."
Hobi stood up suddenly, the chair beneath him tilting until it almost fell over.

"Jungkook isn't his alpha!" he couldn't help but yell. This was like a really bad joke. The old man
looked at the beta with that strict gaze.

"Are you implying this isn't your friend's fault? An alpha wouldn't touch an omega without a good
reason."

Hobi was incredulous. This old dude was talking as if alphas were angels sent from heaven, when
in reality every day there were thousands of cases all over the country about rape where no one was
doing anything. There was never justice to the broken omegas, but cheers for the alphas. However,
Hobi wasn't about to argue with another narcissistic alpha. "I want to make a report or I'll just go to
the police."

The threat seemed to work, because the principal nodded.

"As you wish, then."

─────── ·Ⅳ· ───────

Jimin entered the library almost stealthily. A huge room welcomed him, with thousands of tables
and several floors. The ceiling was so far away that it appeared infinite. The walls on the sides had
bookshelves several meters long that lengthened all the way to the top floor. The front wall was the
only one with huge windows touching the roof. It was a nice day, so the sun permeated the entire
room with light.

The blond showed his ID at the front desk to get through and walked around the first floor. He
carried his bag slung over his shoulder. Inside his computer and headphones were carried, with
some notebooks and a pencil case. Jimin no longer carried his grandmother's mirror with him. It
wasn't necessary.

"Is this seat taken?" he whispered to a boy at the only table with an empty seat. The lad nodded,
eyes subtly glancing down his neck. Jimin turned away in embarrassment. Either he smelled too
much of perfume or Jungkook's scent was all over him.

Only his footsteps could be heard in the library, the small tap of his short heels hitting the ground.
The omega roamed fast darting around with his eyes for an empty chair. All the tables were full of
people. Most students were studying in silence, others stood searching for a book on the shelves.
You could tell that some seats were occupied because they had open books and pens scattered
around.

Jimin went upstairs, but the second floor was the same. It seemed that all the students at the
university had agreed to come today at the same time as him.

The third floor was identical. He walked to the next one. Jimin could feel stares as he passed each
table, sometimes on his ass and sometimes on his neck.
Finally, the fourth floor was less crowded and a tiny bit of hope appeared on his mind as he glanced
right and left. Already at the end of the tour, there was a table of three in the corner with two empty
seats, one across from the other. The one near the wall seemed to already have an owner. There was
an open computer there. In the middle of the table was a boy that Jimin recognized from his
profile.

Minrae, the tiger hybrid of his class. Jimin had never spoken or made contact with the alpha, but
this was a public space and he had as much right to be in that unoccupied seat as the dude did.

He approached his classmate a little nervously and cleared his throat. The boy looked up and
seemed to expand his nostrils, detecting something. "Is this seat free?"

"No, go ahead" the answer was immediate. Minrae kept looking at him even so, watching as Jimin
slowly sat down and set his things down on the table. The blond could feel those eyes on his neck
and scratched it unconsciously.

"Thank you" he mumbled, to say the least. He had to focus on his studies and forget about
everything else for now. So the omega opened the computer and started getting busy. Jimin still had
to look for some books on the shelves.

30 minutes passed.

An hour.

Two.

Jimin went back and forth to the table, pulling out textbooks to review that he would borrow before
leaving. He was going to stay until dinnertime anyway. It was a little too evident that he didn't want
to be in the dorm. The fact that he was now suspicious of Jin was just stupid. Why did he have to
bug himself with all this mess?

He fiddled with the pen a little and nibbled his lip. The math problem was a bit tricky and since the
omega had missed today's lesson he wasn't sure how to do it. Minrae was focused on his stuff,
didn't even turn to Jimin when the blond kept getting up and sitting down again. Sometimes the
alpha would get on his phone and seemed to be anxiously chatting with someone.

In the silence of the room, footsteps began to be heard approaching, but Jimin was too focused to
turn around. Someone was looking for a seat or a book, he guessed.

It was when the scent reached the table that the blond was on edge, but it was too late. The chair in
the empty seat in front of him was swept away by a hand that the blond recognized immediately
and Jimin couldn't help but raise his head, meeting to black eyes looking back at him. Unlike last
time, there were no more vertical pupils or black sclera.

Jungkook settled back in his seat. His shoulders and broad back made the chair seem too small.
Even in front of the tiger next to them he looked huge.

His clothes were formal. This time he wore a black coat with a white shirt underneath. As if he was
going to an important dinner. The raven hair was slicked back to perfection. Jungkook looked
spotless. Yet the dude was rotten inside.

"Thank you for saving the seat" whispered the snake hybrid to the alpha tiger. He stroked the other
guy's head with that impassive face and Jimin gaped at the sight of Minrae blushing. In his whole
life he had never seen an alpha acting like an omega. Minrae almost looked like Jungkook's pet.

Jimin darted down at the show in front of him. He wasn't going to give attention to the pig that
made him cry in the bathroom two days ago.
But as usual, nothing was going his way when it came to Jungkook. Despite the laptop in front of
him, Jimin could feel that dark gaze through it. Intensifying his scent on purpose, the whole table
now smelled of Jungkook and even the tiger had noticed. Minrae's reaction was unexpected. He
blushed up to his ears, with a chagrined expression.

What the actual fuck?

Shouldn't you go home already?" muttered Jungkook, fingers now drumming on the edge of his
sophisticated laptop. The question sounded more like a command and the alpha tiger nodded as if
Jungkook had read his thoughts.

Without further ado, the ripped dude gathered his things and stood up. In less than a minute he was
down the stairs. Jimin was dumbfounded. He didn't understand how everyone just listened to
Jungkook. Once the silence was settled, hell was haunting back Jimin.

The black eyes were now pointed at him. "Long time no see."

"Fuck off" Jimin's response was immediate and he looked at the alpha in disgust, clenching the pen
between his fingers. Should he leave? Jungkook seemed amused by his reaction.

"You reek of perfume. You think with that people won't notice you smell like me?" he whispered.
The blond almost wanted to spit on Jungkook's face again but when the memory of the cold-
blooded slap the alpha gave him the urge was taken away.

"Anything that takes away your disgusting scent works for me."
"Then maybe you should try clinging to an alpha and see if that helps" he muttered humorously but
that sounded more like a threat.

"Maybe I will, they definitely smell better than you. Actually, anything would smell better than
your scent. Even trash."

Jimin gave the dude his best smile and turned back to the screen to continue studying. His attention
was interrupted when a sharp pang of pain hit his dick. Jungkook stabbed the heels of his shoe on
Jimin's crotch in a fast kick. The pain was so sudden the boy gasped loudly and a "shh!" was heard
in the distance. Fuck, he wasn't going to get kicked out. Not that too. Jimin covered his own mouth
and squeezed his legs together in panic, but Jungkook's leg didn't even flinch.

"All bark but no bite" whispered the bully, chin resting on his palm. As if he wasn't pressing Jimin's
crotch under the table.

"S-stop" warned Jimin, glaring at him. Jungkook's shoe was removed with the edge of the chair,
and the fall echoed inside the walls. The alpha let his toes trail down the curve of the fabric, gently
caressing the smooth texture of the pants. Everything felt naked under it, and Jimin's cock was
tempted to react. He looked like a virgin turning all red, but the scent Jungkook was purposely
pushing into the air didn't help.

"Why should I? You seem to be enjoying it" he wasn't grinning, but had a dangerous gleam in those
dark eyes. The alpha darted at Jimin's lips and the sharp tongue licked his own. Unlike the first
time, Jimin followed the movement of the wet organ and felt a gentle tingle. The memory of the
kiss made him feel hot.

He squirmed on the chair and with his hands tried to push Jungkook's foot away yet the dude didn't
even move. It was like a statue against the force of the omega. Every attempt to move him made his
toes rub the front of Jimin's trouser head.
Jimin bit his lip, blushing. The feel of the sock felt like Jungkook was touching him with nothing
between them, skin to skin. A moan nearly escaped his chest as it went all the way down to his
balls. It almost felt like Jungkook knew where every part of his body was even under the table and
how to touch it.

"E-enough" Jimin murmured, almost in a low sob. For some strange reason, his body felt sensitive
to the touch, with every contact coming close to bringing out his voice hidden by a moan.

"Did you have fun today? Running to the professor for help" Jungkook ignored him and continued
to move his foot up and down the warm crotch. Jimin looked up at him under his long eyelashes, an
involuntary seduced expression on his face that the alpha was clearly enjoying.

"Why do you know that..." he gasped, lowering his head again as he felt the touch return to
torturing the head of his cock. At this point his zipper must have been open because the sensations
were like a raw handjob.

"You should come to me for help" Jungkook said, fiddling with his pen "I will make sure you get a
10 on every exam" he stared back at Jimin, moving that attractive face closer until he was half the
table closer from Jimin's nose. "Even though you will end up being a stay-at-home trophy omega
regardless."

The whisper sent a shiver down Jimin's spine as he felt wetness under the fabric of his pants. The
rubbing sped up and just as Jimin could feel that hard tingle reaching him, Jungkook stopped. The
blond came out of his trance, surprise all over his face.

"Why-"

Jimin covered his mouth, eyes glossy and ears red. Was he just about to ask why the alpha stopped?

But Jungkook was already putting on his shoe and closing his laptop. The alpha stood up and
 walked until he reached the corner on Jimin's side. He rested his fingers on the surface, and flexed
his body towards Jimin. Fine black locks fell over his eyes, shining like the silver of his rings.

"At least try to look like you are hating this." Jungkook whispered near the omega's ear. Jimin was
embarrassed. The low voice ran inside his eardrums again. "Shameless slut."

One would expect a smile in that attractive face, but Jungkook's face was cold stone. Yet the shine
in those black eyes couldn't be mistaken. Desire.

The same desire Jimin had on his own gaze while staring back at him, even after Jungkook left with
that elegant fast walk. Jimin wanted to follow the dude and push the alpha to the stairs till he broke
his bones.

If only Jimin could move right now... and wasn't dripping slick from his hole, all flooding the chair
to the point was overflowing from the edges, wetting his brand new pants.

How was he supposed to get up now?

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"What kind of alpha would I be if I didn't put you in your place?"

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Jimin tossed and turned in the sheets, unable to sleep a wink. The window that made a huge hole in
the wall let in the icy cold. His comforter protected him warmly, and the omega was curled up like
a croquette under it. It was already very late and he was tired but with the replay inside his head of
today's event it was hard to resist a frustrated scream, yet even more rest.

Jungkook left him in the library with his pants wet, smelling of slick like an hybrid in heat, cock
hard as steel. If it could get any lower than that it was a lie, Jimin was a walking joke at this point.

The fact that he had to wait hours until the sun went down and everyone left was a proof of that. He
couldn't lift his head, eyes glued to the table as he covered his face with his hand. People could
definitely smell him.

It wasn't until the lights went out and the library guard started going through the floors that Jimin
had to get up. The man was silent but his expression spoke volumes. As soon as the blond lifted his
butt the honey-like texture attached to the chair slipped until it fell to the floor. The sound echoed
through the library and the guard cleared his throat. Jimin didn't know whether to apologize or just
cry. He was never coming back there, that for sure. He prayed there weren't cameras around
because the last thing he needed was to be the laugh of the vigilance guards now. He already had
enough on his plate right now.
But getting home? A literal challenge. He had had to change shortcuts six times so he wouldn't run
into anyone.

And here was the poor thing now, showered and dined but without a hint of sleep. The smell of
Jungkook was slowly fading, but it didn't matter. Jimin would shower in any alpha's smell just to
piss the fucker off.

These past weeks have drained him to the point he wanted to go back home and that was a big
statement. Everything was crashing down his head like a bad karma for lying in his father's face.
He even got his roommate ignoring him.

The two had not spoken for three days. Jin was coming and going from class. In their dorm the
blond could hear the constant opening and closing of his door. The tall boy would heat up
something precooked in the microwave and go back to his room.

At night Jimin would hear the omega's door open again, although it was always at the same time in
the middle of the night. Jin would take soft steps and disappear behind the door, no interruption in
his sex-schedule.

There was also no more waiting to go to class together. Jimin was alone.

Hobi was talking to him but only through chat. He knew that the beta wasn't angry with him, more
like with letting this happen. He almost seemed an alpha with that sense of protectiveness.
He was the only one Jimin chatted with and sometimes Dae-Hyun. Wolfie didn't avoid him but
since he was Jin's friend he only appeared where the omega was. At least he was neutral on this
weird mess. Only Hobi was left. Until Jungkook's smell was gone Jimin didn't plan on making
plans with his best friend. The situation was still fresh. The report issue was unclear and Hobi was
more obsessed than the victim himself. They still had to forget about this topic and move on.

Even if Jimin thought about it every night before sleeping.

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Jungkook woke up immediately as he felt the sun's rays through his eyelids. He slowly got up,
intending to grab a t-shirt to cover his body. His feet collided with a lying body and he looked
down. Minrae was sleeping on the floor naked, body red all over with hand marks. Jungkook
examined the dude, disgusted. After leaving the library and returning to the dorms the alpha was
waiting for him, sitting on the floor.

As soon as he saw him, Minrae got up to hug the leaner body. Jungkook pushed him against the
wall. He hated sudden contact from strangers.

"Go back to your room" he ordered, but the tiger clung to his body, still kneeling on the ground. He
peeked up at Jungkook, looking at him with desire.

"Please just... let me touch you. You can do whatever you want, but please let me feel you one more
time. I even loosened myself" the dude pleaded almost on the verge of tears. Getting up without
letting go, he now stroked Jungkook's back slowly, as if he wanted to memorize every relief on it.
The snake hybrid watched the whole thing in front of his eyes taciturnly. The image was disgusting.
The best thing to do in this situation was to send a picture of the whore face Minrae was making
and send it to his parents. But that was a death card he would save for another time.

Jungkook stroked the tiger alpha's face, receiving a satisfied grunt in return. It was like a feral
animal domesticated. But this wasn't enough. His hand went to the thick hair and pulled it until
Minrae had his chin lifted in the air, neck stretched out and naked.

"Open" Minrae's lips parted and the snake hybrid brought his face close to the dude's. He spat on
the exposed tongue as if it were the bathroom sink where he removed the germs from his hands. But
wasn't that what Minrae was? The shame of every alpha and his own family. The hole on the
receiving end of others' waste. Or rather, Jungkook's. "Swallow"
The boy's nut went up and down in one swift motion, thick neck like the pathway to anything
Jungkook would spit in that worthless mouth. He swallowed the spit like holy water and wanted to
rise for a kiss from Jungkook, but the raven-haired alpha pulled him down.

"You will go inside that room and get naked. By the time I'm back I want your ass up and head
down." whispered to the boy with a listless expression. Minrae gasped with desire, eyes shining,
Happy. "I don't want to see your face while I fuck you."

"Jungkook..." whispered the boy from the ground. Dry semen had spurted from his hole
shamelessly, the floor soiled by it. Minrae wanted to touch Jungkook's bare leg, eyes full of
adoration. The alpha wouldn't let him, though. He smashed the thick hand against the floor with an
annoyed expression.

"Didn't I tell you to leave?" he said, letting his weight fall on the boy's knuckles. Minrae gasped
from the pain quietly, suffering.

"I'm so sorry... I just wanted to be near you."

Jungkook always made Minrae sleep on the floor. Where he belonged. The dude was a disgrace to
his own category. Nature gave the best gift in life to the most useless whore. An alpha and a
predator, and not just any predator but a tiger hybrid. Yet here he was, kissing Jungkook's ass quite
literally for the sake of that one-sided crush with an unhappy ending. He could have been a good
omega for sure, so worthless it was the perfect category for him. Jungkook pushed the alpha with
his foot to move the thick body out of the way.
"Clean that mess and leave" said. He knew Minrae would lick the floor just to taste the snake
hybrid's cum. It wouldn't have been the first time but he wasn't in the mood to watch that shit.

Jungkook got into the shower and after fifteen exact minutes he came out afterwards, the tiger
hybrid was nowhere to be seen and the semen too. Just imagining how it got clean was revolting.
Instead, Taehyung lied on the chair, legs crossed.

"The whole room reeks of cum" he muttered, glancing at the snake hybrid. His friend was
scrutinizing him, staring shamelessly. Jungkook's hair fell damp over his forehead. It had gotten so
long it hid the eyebrow piercing. The dude was in all his naked glory in the huge room.

"Funny coming from you"

"Did you read my message?"

Jungkook arched an eyebrow at Taehyung as he rubbed his hair against the towel. Small droplets
escaped from the back-and-forth movement. "Yes, but I don't know who are you talking about."
He grabbed a white shirt from the thousands hanging in the huge closet and dark pants. The pristine
look was part of Jungkook, always dressed flawlessly in high school too. But outside of that
environment, the alpha dressed so casually to the point he looked like a whole different person.

"Jung Hoseok" Taehyung said, now playing with a Rubik's cube on the desk next to him. He rolled
a little in the chair.

Jungkook froze.

Taehyung smiled at the sight of his friend's suddenly shoulders vibrating, a loud laugh bursting
from his chest. Jungkook was laughing so hard he had to hold on to the wall. The alpha looked as
young as a teenager when he smiled with his hair uncombed.

Kim turned back to the phone now in his hand, the other one with the Rubik. Jung Hoseok's profile
was normal, typical of a guy his age. The beta had thousands of followers and his lifestyle,
according to the pics, matched that of the wealthy students at this university.

"This just keeps getting better" Jungkook muttered as his laughter ceased. Taehyung, who turned to
him, knew that smile. The same one shown every time something evil was going to happen.
The other black phone on the desk rang and Jungkook looked at the screen. "Already snitching on
me?" Taehyung peered over. Jeon's father's name appeared under the ringing background. He patted
the alpha on the back. "Good luck with that."

"Oh fuck off."

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The next day Jimin decided it was time to go back to class. He had only missed a one-day lesson so
it was easy to reach the class pace again. Now breakfast was in his room. In case it had not been
evident enough already, he did it out for fear of meeting Jin, but every time Jimin took a bite of his
toast he felt bad.

Another factor was that the bunny practically smelled like perfume now. And at this point he didn't
care. At least the Jungkook's whore sign written on his face would be gone. Did Jimin still smell
like him? Yes, but it that wasn't noticeable at the first sniff. It didn't make heads turn with every step
he took.

He sat in the back row, books already opened and pen warm under his fingers. The front seats were
a big no for now. They were easy access to being harassed or smelled. He carried this time a bag
from a store he had among his stuff. Inside was the jacket of the classmate he bumped into the other
day. Jimin had to give the dude back his stuff. Who knew, maybe it was his favorite jacket.

People were already entering and as always the king of the party stood out as he joined the other
classmates. Jimin didn't avoid staring and didn't disguise the displeasure either. Yesterday's event
still hurt his pride.

Jungkook came in chatting with Taehyung and another girl. He looked as spotless as ever, hair
slicked back with a bit of gel and smelling of the most expensive perfume that even if Jimin
couldn't sense it from the last seat, it was a sure bet. Rich college guys came in many forms,
tattooed or pierced. Jimin himself had two earrings. But Jungkook managed to stand out just as
much with the ones he wore.

It was just bizarre how he contrasted that clean, formal look with those tattoos and piercings. His
ears were punctured halfway through, with five small diamonds tucked into each hole and two
hoops. The left one held the same. The one on his eyebrow was something Jimin didn't see so
much, it was too bold for a piercing. Two steel balls peeked out of the raven eyebrow, always
combined with the ring in his lip.

Jimin touched his. The first time -and the last time, of course - they kissed he had been so delirious
from the sensation that Jimin hadn't even noticed. The alpha's tongue was distraction enough.

As if he had read his mind, Jungkook's black eyes were already drilling into Jimin's. Intimidating,
but the bunny wasn't going to hide in the pages of his book. Jungkook seemed to find his attitude
funny, because his lips curved arrogantly. The attention on Jimin was short, the snake hybrid was
already continuing his chat with the girl next to him. He didn't want to acknowledge it, but that
made the omega think.

The bunny kept watching the snake hybrid, who sat in the middle. His choosen row of seats was
always crowded, with people trying to talk to him from the back and the front. For some reason, he
was happy today. He had a radiant wicked smile, fangs gleaming. The blond sighed unconsciously.
Something bad had happened if Jungkook was happy. But that had nothing to do with Jimin and it
had to stay that way.

Jin came in later with Dae-hyun. Jimin looked down. He watched out from the corner of his eye as
the omega walked to sit further away.

He didn't even want to think about it. The fact that he hadn't tried to interact with Jimin again only
confirmed the blond's suspicions. But just a little. It was hard jumping into conclusions yet.
The owner of the jacket walked in with a loud group of guys. He was tall, fit looking, a huge grin
on his face while he seemed to be telling another guy something. He kept tapping the boy next to
him on the shoulder to keep his attention.

Jimin froze when he saw the alpha searching for him in the bottom row, eyes moving up between
the seats until he came upon him, then smiled shyly for being caught. This time the omega smiled
back, cheeks flushing. He raised his hand subtly, as a form of greeting. The boy smiled more
confidently.

Even if he was a wolf and an alpha, the guy seemed like a calm person. Jimin's type was sadly the
opposite, but making friends in the situation he was in was a necessity and it wasn't like that was
the main intention.

His face was a little warm from the embarrassment of the guy greeting him, but his expression went
rigid as the bunny noticed Jungkook's gaze from below. Black eyes were staring at him brazenly,
unfriendly. The snake hybrid didn't seem to like Jimin greeting their classmate but the omega didn't
care. His revenge was just about this, piss the dude off. Jimin ignored him, and turned back to the
book. That seemed to cease Jungkook's glaring.

The last to enter was Minrae, which was strange. He always came in around the same time as
Jungkook. The boy had a deplorable appearance, blank stare and unkempt hair. His clothes were
wrinkled, as if he had put them on in a hurry. He had obvious marks on his neck that were visible
even under the sweatshirt he wore.
The boy looked at Jungkook unabashedly, eyes full of something Jimin couldn't quite decipher. The
seats were full, so only the ones in the back were left. He walked up to where Jimin was and the
strong odour of Jungkook -and cum?- suddenly hit the omega. It was intense, like the very act of
cuddling with someone all night.

The flashback from yesterday and how Minrae blushed like an omega in heat every time Jungkook
touched him echoed in the bunny's memories. Jimin didn't care -or so he wanted to believe- but to
his omega this aroused a strange feeling full of suspicion. Of course, the right thing to do was
ignoring the feeling and focus on his book.

Jimin waited at the edge of the door. He was the first to leave but was going to wait regardless. In
his hands hung the bag with the boy's jacket. Everyone started to leave without even looking at
him, although some alphas would shoot him quick glances as they noticed his presence on the
wall.

The alpha of the day came out with some other guys. The group was distractedly chatting among
themselves, but the jacket guy immediately noticed Jimin's presence by the doorway. The entire
group of alphas and betas stopped, and Jimin felt thousands of eyes on him. The alpha's friends
looked at the wolf and one even laughed at him but they still walked away.

Damn, this was embarrassing.

"Hi" muttered Jimin, blushing. This whole thing made him look like an omega on his first crush
while the poor boy was just trying to return a jacket.

"Hi... Jimin, right?" the alpha said back. The blond nodded. He knew his name and he hadn't even
told him. That was a good sign. "My name is Kai by the way."

Jimin nodded, a little shy. The boy had a nice name. At least now he didn't have to call the dude the
jacket alpha anymore.

Ah. The jacket.

Jimin raised his hand towards the boy. "Your jacket. I kinda... forgot to give it back."

Kai smiled and took the bag from the smaller hands. His fingers touched Jimin's unconsciously and
opened the bag, peeking into the washed, scented and folded jacket.
"Thank you" was the reply, now looking at Jimin. Small dimples appeared when the alpha smiled
and Jimin found that adorable. "I actua-"

"By the wa-"

The two looked at each other. Jimin chuckled.

"Go ahead" said the omega.

The boy looked at the ground in distress. "I'm really sorry for the other day, I troubled you so
much."

Jimin felt a little guilty, even if it was true that the crash gave him trouble. Behind them people
were still leaving little by little, but no one was paying attention to them. "It's okay, I treated you
really bad. I apologize-"

"Oh no need, I'm the one who should be doing that" interjected Kai raising his hands to stop the
omega. Jimin looked surprised to hear the apology. "Also, thank you for washing it and all that, it
smells really good."
The boy pulled the jacket out of the bag and sniffed it. The moment was interrupted when the loud
clunk of low heels echoed against the floor. Kai was on his own world, but Jimin's attention was
already elsewhere. Behind the hybrid wolf was the classroom door, from which Jungkook emerged
with Taehyung.

Neither of them looked at the omega. It was obvious that the blond and Kai were standing there,
even out of the corner of their eyes it would have been noticeable. The snake hybrid kept walking
as if the bunny didn't even exist, which was good. Yet a weird sensation was implanted on Jimin's
chest.

He had to pinch himself mentally to leave the trance Jungkook always put him in.

"How about some coffee?" asked suddenly, loud enough to reach the snake hybrid before he turned
to the next corner of the corridor. Kai looked at him in surprise, as if he didn't expect that Jimin
could propose such a thing. The alpha nodded right away. A huge smile with two pretty dimples
was his response.

"Sure."
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If only all alpha predators were like Kai was, Jimin might be a little happier. The whole
conversation in the cafe outside the university had been surreal. The boy was funny and it didn't
take long for him to let loose on Jimin as he watched the bunny laugh at his comments.

Kai came from a wealthy family that oddly enough Jimin's father knew. They were in charge of
phone electronic plates. Successful in the market, though quite new. Both hybrids agreed that it was
an interesting field, and that they wanted to study something related to it. Which was the reason
they were in this Major.

The wolf hybrid told Jimin about his hobbies. Very predictable from an alpha, so the omega wasn't
surprised when Kai explained that he was into various sections of sports. He even offered Jimin to
join the omega's club.
It was refreshing the way his tone did not demean being omega, treating the bunny as an equal.
Jimin was easily convinced to visit the sports facilities and even gave a thought to signing up. If he
could distract himself from his surroundings then all the better.

"Do you have plans for this afternoon? I feel like I'm taking too much of your time" Jimin
muttered. It had been two hours since they both came to the cafe. The coffee on the table had gone
cold from swirling it around with the spoon.

Kai shook his head. "Nah, it's a Thursday evening. I'm not a nerd"

"Great then"

"Wanna exchange numbers?" asked Kai suddenly. Jimin stared at him from the other side of the
table, a few blond strands falling over his view. At his silence, the alpha continued talking. "I just....
I always see you all quiet in class so I was curious. You seem nice. I enjoyed getting to know you
and I wouldn't mind repeating... this"

Jimin was dumbfounded. An alpha predator who was sincere and wanted to hangout with him
because he had enjoyed Jimin's company? This seemed like a joke. Mostly because at no point had
he felt uncomfortable with this dude.

The blond nodded and pulled out his phone. "And your instagram, while we're at it."
Kai smiled at the sight of him agreeing.

The two returned to the uni by cab, which Kai offered to pay for just like the coffee. It wasn't like
Jimin needed money, but it was a warm gesture in an alpha. Jimin made sure to sit close, enough
that the boy's scent clung to him. Their thighs and shoulders were touching but the wolf seemed
oblivious to the situation. He felt a little bad using Kai as a substitute for his new scent, but there
was no other way to get back at the snake hybrid than to make him smell Jimin with another alpha's
scent. The good thing about all this was that while it had been part of the plan to bring Kai the
jacket, the rest had been spontaneous. Besides, this didn't hurt anyone and he now appreciated the
wolf in a sincere way.

"By the way, you said you were bored at uni doing nothing. I know I already told you but why don't
you join some club?" spoke Kai again, breaking the silence. The car stopped and the alpha got out.
He opened the door on the other side and Jimin came out the car shyly at the gesture. Kai looked
like one of his butlers.

The first thing to greet the omega was the view of the huge golden gates of the university. In the
distance were the many buildings scattered across the campus, leaving an idyllic landscape thanks
to the gardens between the walkways.

Both hybrids walked along the main garden. There were benches all around where groups of
students chatted.

Jimin shrugged his shoulders. "It's something I haven't really thought about."
It didn't seem like a bad idea. It even sounded good to get some exercise, but he was terrified of
being around so many alphas. Kai seemed to had read his mind.

"There's one for betas and omegas, I promise" he said chuckling softly at the omega's terrified
expression.

"And the gym... there's also one for omegas?" he was interested in starting to tone his body, this
summer he hadn't done a single thing to improve his shape except drinking alcohol and jumping on
someone's dick. Fucking didn't count as a sport activity, unfortunately.

The alpha turned on his phone and tapped for a while on the screen, looking for something. Jimin's
back pocket vibrated and he pulled out his, finding a message from the new contact.

"That's the gym schedule. It's co-ed, but I recommend you go early in the morning. It's usually
empty at that hour. In the evening it gets so crowded we have to stand in line at every machine." he
explained. Jimin absorbed the information and made sure to remember to start going to the gym
after the exam. If he kept this binging-carelessly lifestyle up he was going to roll his way to home.

"Thanks."
The two ended up at the sports building. Kai seemed insistent about it so Jimin decided to give it a
try. There was a huge gym, even bigger than the pool hall. "This is the place where basketball,
badminton and closed-site sports games are held."

One could tell because there were benches surrounding the area, though they were only noticeable
in the distance from how big the room was. The court was so high that Jimin had a hard time
imagining anyone capable enough to reach it or put a ball through it.

"I already know the pool side" Jimin muttered as he saw the water sign he recognized from the
other day. It didn't bring back good memories though.

"Ah... Yes" said Kai, suddenly quiet. Jimin couldn't help but ask.

"What's wrong?"

"That day..." muttered the alpha and the omega regretted inquiring. Kai was red and as a domino
effect Jimin blushed too.
He had noticed.

"I can explain" Jimin said, hand on his neck. The gesture did not go unnoticed by the alpha, eyes
following his hand to linger on the thin neck.

"No, no need. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable. It's just that I was surprised... Smelling
you the other day and noticing it was my... scent" Kai kept walking to open the doors of each
different hall for the omega to see. It looked more like an attempt to distract himself with
something and avoid Jimin's eyes.

The blond sighed. It wasn't intentional, obviously. He had forgotten he slept on the alpha's jacket on
him and got unexpected consequences. Jimin didn't even remember falling asleep the night before,
the memory of Jungkook watching him from the window was the last thing on his mind that night.
Thinking about the snake hybrid's actions the next day pissed him off.

"You smell good" slipped from the omega's lips, revenge and sincerity intermingled in his mind. He
soon regretted it as he saw Kai blushing up to his ears, eyes wide.

"T-thank you" he murmured. They both fell silent. "Wanna explore a little?"
This time they went to another building on the campus. Kai was quiet, clearly embarrassed.

Maybe the comment had been too much, Jimin thought. It felt natural being with Kai, because Jimin
had the upper hand with this kind of soft guys.

But with Jungkook... Jimin was on his knees. The flash of the snake hybrid ignoring him hours ago
in the classroom entrance made the blond think. Sometimes it felt like he didn't exist in the alpha's
world. Jimin didn't even know anything about the dude apart from the fact that he was a piece of
shit. Jungkook only appeared at a certain time of the day and his existence ceased for the rest.

Just like when he left Jimin in front of the stairs, crying.

Just like when he caged Jimin in that bathroom and then left.

Just like when he harassed Jimin in the library and then left.

He just dipped every single time. Was Jungkook always on the alpha dorms? Did he leave the uni
on his free time?

Minrae popped on his mind.

Of course.

Jimin wasn't the only omega Jungkook bothered nor the only hybrid he had on that harem list. The
times he wasn't with the blond he was fucking -as the clear traces of his marks on Minrae
indicated- others. The alpha probably had a whole line of people begging for attention.

The why was he so fixated on Jimin since the first day?

"A penny for your thoughts?" asked Kai. The bunny glanced up. "You seem lost in them."

Once again Jimin was in a bubble thinking about the same damn alpha. He was really a shameless
person.

The constant walking all over the campus led both classmates to the omega building. They had
gone through all of them -except for the alpha one- and chatted enough to run out of topics of
conversation. Kai dropped Jimin off at the entrance.

"See you tomorrow" Jimin said with a warm smile. The alpha nodded, hands now in pockets.
"I'm not a stranger anymore.... right?" Kai said with a tiny more confidence. The blond stood still
for a moment, not knowing what to say. "Tell me you will at least remember my face from now on"

It wasn't like Jimin had any more friends.

"No, I'll make sure to greet you everyday" was his reply, which seemed to please the boy, who left
with a chuckle.

Jimin waited to see Kai leave and went inside. He had some messages from Hobi, who was asking
him how he was doing. The omega felt better having less surveillance from his friend, but still
missed hanging out with him and not just through a screen. As usual, he walked up the stairs,
ignoring the elevator while answering the chat.

The walk down the hallway of his dorm was memorized at this point, attention down on the phone
between his hands. All the doors were closed and there seemed to be no one there but people were
most likely napping or studying at this hour. He pulled out his card and swiped it through the
vertical slot in the door. The green light indicated that it was unlocked.

Once again, the entire dorm was empty and Jin's door was even open, traces of mess noticeable in
the room. Jimin left the device on the shelf beside him and walked in, but his footsteps stopped as
he felt the presence of something, someone.
Sleek black shoes and the edge of a long black jacket.

Just like a zebra on the lookout for any predator near it, the hair on the back of his neck rose and
the omega's gaze flicked to the alpha. Like a large shadow, the reason for all his troubles stood
there, leaning against the window. He could barely notice Jungkook's presence since the perfume-
like scent was already permeating his nose.

Jimin froze as he found himself in a smoke haze around those black eyes that now stared at him.

"What are you doing here?" muttered in fear. It was impossible to pass without the card and there
was only one created for each student. But first of all, why did Jungkook know which door was
his?

Had Jin told him?

"You know, revenge doesn't really work on me" Jungkook muttered, but his gaze was currently on
the door. He was leaning against the wall of the path to the blond's room, right in front of the huge
window. "It just fuels my anger."
The nearly finished cigar indicated that he'd been waiting for quite a while and probably saw Jimin
say goodbye to Kai from the window.

"Leave me alone, will you?" Jimin couldn't be alone with the demon inside, but the door was too
far away now. The bunny clenched his fists. He had to make conversation until he was near the
door enough to run. "Don't you have any other omegas to control?"

"I keep being patient with you but as expected from a prey, your little brains can only take the hard
way" Jungkook whispered, foot thumping little taps. Something strange tinkled in the black of his
pupils, something Jimin didn't want to discover.

The blond stepped back and like a surveillance camera, the two obsidians followed the subtle
movement.

"Taming me won't be easy. I'm not Minrae" declared the blond confidently. The tiger hybrid's name
slipped from his lips with the sour memory of the alpha being manhandled by Jungkook making his
omega clench in a weird way. Would he get the same treatment too? What was the worst that could
happen? Being kissed against his will again? He seemed not to learn his lesson, but the omega part
of his brain wanted to test the alpha's reactions.
Jimin was aware he smelled like Kai or at least the wolf's scent was mixed with Jungkook's now
almost erased one. Being the snake hybrid that he was the alpha had definitely noticed that from
minute one. It wasn't that strong or extreme, but a closeness could be sensed in Jimin's new mixed
aroma. Something Jungkook believed he had the right to ban.

The alpha let a grin escape his lips as he stubbed out the finished cigarette against the edge of the
living room window. He watched Jimin for a few seconds and walked up to him, slowly. The
clacking of his boots was like the tik-tok of a clock. A slight distraction.

Jimin was unable to move and his breathing became heavy. If he tried to run he would get chased,
but even if he didn't his body already felt pinned to the spot anyways. Jungkook's scent was
doing that again, like a fog creeping into his mind. The blond took a step back, but the door still
seemed miles away from him.

"Jealous? You are free to go to my dorm" he said, finding funny that Jimin mentioned their
classmate out of nowhere.

"As if I would" Jimin rolled his eyes. "The only way you would get me there is by force, just like
every damn thing you get in your life. Nothing is genuin-"

"But you will." Jimin was silent, mouth open. His heart was racing and he could feel the rumble of
each beat inside his ears. Jungkook was too close, enough to do anything to the poor omega. He felt
his lips parch from those attacking eyes and couldn't help but lick them. "Don't do that"
The blond blushed. The tone in the last sentence carried hunger, even if the alpha's voice was as
monotone as that cold expression. It wasn't an order, it was nothing. Jungkook's reactions were hard
to pick up on because of how subtle they were, but that didn't mean they didn't happen. The black
in his gaze changed when he was around Jimin and that was something the omega couldn't help but
lean into.

Focus, Jimin. Focus.

"Fuck off" was all Jimin could say in a breathy whisper. But his expression betrayed him, looking
like a walking lie, cheeks red as his tone appeared more pleading than aggressive. What the fuck
was wrong with him now? He was acting like a bitch in heat again. Kungkook seemed pleased with
the reaction. He took out a small pack and grabbed another one of those cigarettes he always
smoked. As if Jimin was part of the decoration on the walls, the alpha quietly lit the wrapped
nicotine with the golden lighter he always carried, which contrasted with those silver rings.

"Did you have fun?" he suddenly asked.

Another step.

"You keep acting as if you are anything more than a classmate and a bully to me" Jimin replied,
ignoring the question. He took another step back, mirroring the alpha's movement.
"But you want more than that" the statement caught him off guard. The blond was about to deny it,
but ran for the door instead. As if in deja vu, he didn't have time to turn the knob because his hand
was crushed against his body, and he could almost predict what was going to happen. Jimin was
like a useless prey being chased by a cheetah. The omega's head was pressed against the surface of
the door. The automatic locking sound indicated that it had sealed due to the thrust of his body.

Jimin resisted, but his other arm was trapped by Jungkook's free hand. He didn't know where he
had put the cigarette. The answer soon came when his eyes went down to the corner and he saw the
burning object on the floor, charring the carpet under their feet. "Fuck! Let me go!" shouted. Yet
again the poor boy was against some surface and Jungkook on top of him. It seemed like a constant
cat-and-mouse game Jimin never chose to participate in, mainly because losing was a sure bet. No
matter how much the blond resisted Jungkook had him crushed against something.

The omega's limbs were pulled together, forced by the strength of the alpha's arm. The size
difference was annoying. Jungkook's left arm now encircled Jimin's entire body, pinning the
smaller hands against the soft chest. The bunny couldn't even slide an arm under it. It hurt. He felt
Jungkook's warm breath on the back of his neck. "All that vivid imagination of pleasing me... what
would your father think knowing the Park Jimin wants to be my whore?"

What?

Jimin was a deer in the headlights right after hearing that. Why did Jungkook know such thing? No
one but Jimin and his omega could have access to such intimate information. There were too many
gaps in his sentences. The situation he was in didn't help him think clearly and he lowered his head,
embarrassed.
"Getting shy already? You should be glad I'm patient" Jungkook teased. Jimin felt shivers from the
tip of the nose caressing the exposed skin on the back of his neck. He was wearing a shirt but still
felt naked. The alpha sniffed all over his skin like the best perfume in the store. Jimin tried kicking
backwards but nothing helped. The omega looked like a child fighting a military veteran.

"Why do you keep doing this to me?" He wasn't going to cry. Not again. Just wanted to know why
he was in this situation. Where had Jimin gone wrong? Jungkook always took everything to the
extreme and made him feel guilty.

"Why? You did this to yourself. There's no one to blame but yourself. Always going around an
alpha like a whore knowing the consequences. But don't worry" whispered Jungkook. Every word
that left those lips tickled the hair on the back of the milky soft neck. Jimin tensed as he felt the
wetness of a tongue caress his nape. Any area near his scent glad was too sensitive. "I'll make you
crave me so bad you can't live without me."

His breath hitched when panic swept over him as the fingers holding the smaller body still left in
one swift movement, travelling quickly to pull down his pants. The button he was struggling so
hard to close this morning popped open easily and the garment fell from his legs to the ground. The
chill of nakedness hit his skin. Even his underpants were down.

"Don't!" yelled Jimin, struggling against the alpha. But all he received was a hard spank on his ass.
The bunny jolted from the sudden pain. The slap felt hot against his body and hurt.
"Would you look at that... You sure are full of susprises" Jungkook whispered mischievously. His
fingers went over the tattoo on Jimin's cheek, a mocking chuckle at the tip of his voice. "Is this
your way of empowerment? Think no alpha would ask your father for your hand because you
are damaged?"

At the mention of Mr Park Jimin fell silent, face furrowed in frustration. Just imagining his father's
face upon discovering those tattoos turned his stomach. Jimin would never see the light of the day
again. Jungkook seemed to read his mind, noticing how the omega petrified at the mention of his
progenitor.

"Oh? Did I hit a nerve?" he muttered, grabbing the cheek between his hands and squeezing. The fat
slipped from his fingers, escaping because of the softness of the skin and its roundness. "So your
father doesn't know"

"Shut up! It's none of your fucking business!" Jimin couldn't even lie. Jungkook was already
scheming in his mind how to use the information to his advantage.

"But it is, isn't it? What kind of alpha would I be if I didn't put you in your place? I know you can
behave better than this, Jiminie" The name raised the hair on the back of his neck. Only Hobi called
him that. "Already accepted your defeat?" Jungkook whispered against his neck and Jimin tried to
escape, but the snake hybrid bit its ear. The sharp fangs pierced the delicate skin until it broke the
tissue, releasing the internal fluid. Blood soon gushed out, staining the omega's gold earrings.
Jungkook licked up every drop, eyes dilated by the smell of bunny omega's blood.
Jimin couldn't stop the tear sliding down to his cheek, even though he promised he wouldn't cry.
The pain in his ear was stinging.

"Just as sweet as you look" Jungkook murmured licking his lips, as if his hand wasn't invading
Jimin's body. "I like it"

"No one fucking cares what you like! Let me fucking g-" The next lash landed harshly on his skin
and the omega let out a sob of pain, a strangled noise from his chest resonating through the room.
Jungkook's hand was large enough to hit his whole ass heck in a single sharp slap. Jimin's skin
redened at the slightest blow, so he didn't want to imagine how bad it was now.

"But your little dick doesn't think the same" the alpha continued with a smile that Jimin couldn't see
but was sure was on his lips. He froze when he noticed a gentle caress on his cock. Jungkook's
fingers stroked the glans, tips going in soft circles that Jimin hated to admit sent electric currents
throughout his body. He wanted to hide, shut down any opening in him. But nothing was going his
way with Jungkook and his cock was so erect that the sensitivity made Jimin pull back. The omega
jerked back, unconsciously pushing his body away from the invading hand that kept stroking him,
just to end up bumping into Jungkook's crotch. The alpha found that funny, because a vibrating
chuckle came out of the hard chest pressed behind the bunny. "Isn't this what you dreamt of?
Having me touching you everywhere I please?"

"N-no" whispered Jimin in a shudder. But even he didn't believe his own words. He was too close
and Jimin couldn't think clearly like that. Not like he could in any situation that involved Jeon
Jungkook. At the end of the day he was still an omega. Attached to instinct from the day he was
born.
Shut up.

Jimin kept struggling, whimpering oblivious to how his ass was rubbing against Jungkook's crotch
to escape the torture of the long fingers' touch. It was a painful pleasurable line. Everything was
throbbing. His ear felt wet with saliva and blood, his nipples were erect, stroking involuntarily
against his clothes and his hole was getting soaked. Even the strands were sticky on his forehead
from the cold sweat. The blond's body was now ready to surrender in Jungkook's hands. The snake
hybrid circled Jimin's cock to then jerk it in a torturous back and forth. It was red and hot, almost
about to explode. He pressed harder against Jimin's and the blond had to bite his lip to keep the
moan from coming out of his chest as he felt the two huge cocks against his ass.

Shit. He had forgotten.

Jimin prayed to never be penetrated with those two monsters, but the omega part of his brain was
already in ecstasy, dazed at the very idea of being split in two by the alpha. The back and forth
caress continued till Jungkook raised his thumb to the slit, stroking it with gentle but torturing
movements to then squeeze it as he had done with the omega's neck days before. Jimin again tried
to escape his touch, sticking the curve of his body to the hard front behind him. Both dicks
throbbed through the pants, chasing for getting inside the bunny.

Focus Jimin.
"Such an useless cocklet. You should wear panties instead like a woman. All you need is that cunt
in your ass and that cocksucking mouth anyways." rasped Jungkook, dry-humping the poor bunny
against the door, pink cock caged between the long fingers. His arched back revealed his dripping
entrance, slick wetting the alpha's crotch.

A drop fell on the ground yet Jimin didn't know at this point if it came from his ass or from his
front. Just when he felt his cock was about to explode, Jungkook started jerking him off with speed.
His eyesight became blurry. Trails of fire ran through his veins. The omega couldn't take it
anymore. Giving in into his desires, he bent his head to meet the alpha's lips, thrusting his tongue in
as soon as he got close. Their mouths were upside down, but their tongues still met between all the
warm wetness inside. Waves of climax warned of the crashing orgasm coming, the heat rising in his
chest as he quivered under the hard body. Jimin needed to come.

The bunny prayed no one could hear the moans because he couldn't close his mouth. The arm
around him loosened and Jimin turned to Jungkook, mouth totally dominated by the alpha. The kiss
was sticky, with a metallic taste to each tongue-on-tongue lick. The blond dropped his now free
hands down the sturdy body pressed against him. Everything was hard, everything made him feel
protected. Jungkook pulled his mouth back and Jimin desperately searched for it. He probably
looked like a whore with the need with which he kissed the alpha.

The feeling of the piercing metal against his lip was clear this time, but he was too distracted by
Jungkook's hand jerking him off. The built-up climax suddenly hit him like a cube of icy water, fire
pooling low in his abdomen as his cries got drowned out with Jungkook's mouth.

"Your whimpers and moans are only mine to hear" the alpha growled aggressively, grabbing the
delicate jaw to open it wide. The kiss seemed more like a fight with the power difference in it.
Jimin could feel it. The alpha was kissing him as if he wanted to devour the omega in one bite,
fucking his mouth with that forked tongue.
The fun ended when, suddenly, he stopped. Jimin opened his eyes slowly, too lost in the last traces
of pleasure. His mouth tingled from the tips of the snake hybrid's tongue. Semen was all over the
ground and Jungkook licked what was left in his hand, just to stare at the omega after, not a single
expression on that handsome face. Almost as if he hadn't spent 30 minutes groping Jimin.

It wasn't fair.

Jimin was always weak, body crushed. Even a kiss gave him a boner. But Jungkook? Nothing.

"Don't test my patience with your new walking dildo" he finally said. The omega looked down at
the swollen crotch in front of him. It looked so huge the bunny unconsciously closed his legs. It
was relieving to know the fun was over if that implicated he wasn't getting impaled on those
enormous limbs today. Yet his always-annoying inner omega found itself disappointed. Both
hybrids almost seemed to get along in this type of situation, almost, it not for Jimin's lowered pants,
bleeding ear and wet holes. He didn't even want to imagine the image the alpha was seeing right
now.

Jungkook was untouched. Not even his clothes were dirty. Not a single strand had moved from his
scalp. He glanced at the time, adjusted his clothes and left, moving the now limp omega body from
his way. The door clicked shut behind Jimin, only the alpha pheromones infesting the place left.

Again.
Jimin stood there, weak legs and body burning. God only knew how easy it had been to fall for this.
However, no matter how much he let himself go the alpha would always stop, Jungkook never took
it any further. There was a strange line where he stopped and disappeared.

The alpha's words sounded convincing as he assured that Jimin would come to him. The blond
wasn't sure he could deny that anymore. One only had to see how at first he wanted to go back to
class tomorrow smelling Kai and Jungkook was already one step ahead. His thoughts changed
drastically when the alpha was in action.

Jimin picked up his pants, ashamed of himself.

Denying that he wanted Jungkook was like denying being an omega.

─────── ·Ⅴ· ───────

 [ Friday afternoon ]

Jungkook hit the ball with a fast swing and the white orb shot off into the distance, ending up in the
hole long meters away from the field.

Soft applause was heard behind and he adjusted his cap, shooting a glance at Taehyung from the
other side. The seated alpha raised his cup in congratulation, golden liquid glistening in the sun.

"Good as always" said a man next to him. Jungkook turned to the tall, stout alpha sitting on the
cushioned minimalist divan under the umbrella. His dark glasses clinked to match the gold around
his neck and fingers. He wore a white cap just like Jungkook and Taehyung. The sun today was
hitting harder after a rainy week.
A girl refilled Namjoon's glass with the freshly opened champagne, dolly eyes never moving from
the alpha. She sat sensually with long legs exposed as her best attribute. The skirt hugging the
curvy body was exaggeratedly short, accompanied with a revealing cleavage with which at the
slightest movement revealed her bra.

Namjoon was always surrounded by traps but he never let himself get caught in any of them.

Jungkook glanced down at the touch of the dry cloth on his cheek. A boy in tight shorts and
innocent eyes was trying to wipe away his sweat. He didn't remember permitting the random
omega to invade his space. "Enough" said pulling the towel away with a jerk. He handed the boy
the golf club and went to sit next to the rest of alphas.

"A massage, Jeon?" asked another of the girls even though her hands were already making gentle
circles on Jungkook's shoulders. The alpha didn't reply and let her continue. He needed a smoke.

"Isn't Ari the prettiest?" Namjoon gave the slender girl in front of the snake hybrid a good look,
eyes caressing her legs. Her long nails rested on Jungkook's leg, sitting down next to him on the
ground like a dog. Which is what she was. Her brown hair cascaded down to a small waist. She
wore a white sports top and shorts that almost looked like panties. Jungkook stared at her for a
good minute.

"An alpha dessert for sure" was all he said after studying the girl.
"Told you I'm Jeon's favourite!" said Ari to Namjoon, all excited, her delicate hands covering that
fake shy smile. It almost looked like every smile was a plus in that monthly payment.

"It just means you are no more attractive than the average slut" interrupted Jungkook. Ari fell
silent.

"Say thank you, Ari. Don't be ungrateful, mm?" said Namjoon with an equally fake smile and tone.
But the order was clear. The girl swallowed her own reaction to the comment and kissed
Jungkook's cheek gently, which the alpha decided to overlook. He signalled the omega to move
away. It pissed him off that sweet smell they all had.

"Is this your new plan? Making deals with groupies around?" he asked as he stuck a cigarette in his
mouth. The boy from earlier was already lighting it, coming from nowhere, back curved to be on
the same level as Jungkook. They had to be paid well enough to be this annoying. The alpha could
feel the lust coming from those small eyes.

"So far it has worked" Namjoon said with a laugh, a sip after his words. Taehyung stared at him
and then at Jungkook.
"What does daddy think about this?" asked the snake hybrid. The girl's hands were already running
down his pecs. A faint lustful gasp escaped from her as she felt the volume of his chest and her
fingers subtly rubbed the area in circles. Jungkook had to hold back the urge to burn her hands with
the cigarette, just to see how submissive she would still be.

"All good, don't worry. The contract went successfully after all. Thought your father would have
told you" Namjoon replied. He took a puff of the thick cigar between his fingers. "Seems like he
has something else to worry about these days."

Jungkook smirked.

"The report this time reached him faster than I thought it would" he tapped the cigarette gently,
letting the ashes fall onto the steel carved ashtray on the small table beside him.

The male omega from earlier was now picking up the balls lying in the distance of the golf course.
There were too many and some fell in low small valleys so the boy had to bend down. His shorts
were so tight that every time he bent down a glimpse of his ass cheek escaped the edge. The omega
thought he was subtle as he stared from behind his crouched legs at Jungkook every time he bent
over, ass full presented for the alpha.

"Was he mad?" asked Namjoon, though he already knew the answer.

"Him being mad at Jungkook is like being mad at himself." commented Taehyung, who was
enjoying the quiet sunlight free from the omegas who wouldn't leave Jungkook alone. Namjoon
glanced at him, agreeing.

"He's only mad because I let a little shit think its an option to report me" It was true. His father was
the main reason Jungkook was the way he is.

From a young age he had to earn respect from everyone, with fair and not so fair game tactics. His
family consisted of a bunch of malicious vipers that thought money and power were thicker than
blood. Which was true. The tyrannical spirit ran in Jeon's blood along with his venom. The only
reason for the Head Jeon being angry with his heir was that Jungkook didn't put enough respect on
his name for a beta to come and report him.

But a little fun never hurt. Some people's innocence was like a diamond in the rough in Jungkook's
eyes. What faces would they make when they see the lengths the snake hybrid could go to? The
lack of awareness of the unknown made them stupidly brave, not knowing what they were getting
themselves into yet still trying to bite off more than they could chew.

"How did this even happen? A beta reporting you ? That's having some balls" Jungkook took a
puff.
"All this because of an omega" muttered Taehyung, who took another drink from the tray carried
by one of the groupies. Prostitutes, in Jungkook's eyes.

"I let the poor thing think I wouldn't touch his friend if he was there."

That had been funny. The way the omega's friend seemed confident about accompanying the little
thing everywhere, thinking Jungkook wouldn't do anything . One just had to see that worried face
while looking for blondie on the pool day. Not laughing in his face had been hard. Both omega and
beta looked so pathetic. It would have been so easy to send someone to take care of that beta bitch.

But time was over and Jungkook's calmness was slipping from his hands. It was one thing to let a
petty beta think he was untouchable and another to think an inferior being could go against
Jungkook's will.

"His friend?" asked Namjoon. The frame of the glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose,
revealing light brown eyes. "Is this a new omega?"

Jungkook was silent so Taehyung glanced his way. The snake hybrid took another final puff from
the cigarette in his hands and crushed it against the ashtray.
It was hard to tell what the alpha was thinking with those dark glasses on, but Taehyung had an
idea.

"I don't know but he's gonna end up fighting for that bitch"

"Jeon Jungkook fighting for an omega? The world is definitely ending" joked Namjoon. In that
tone was hidden the hard belief that showing any care for an omega was weakness. But if Namjoon
thought he was heartless, Jungkook was ten times worse.

"I'm not fighting over shit. I'm just claiming what's already mine" He snapped his fingers and Ari
who got lost somewhere brought a tray with filled glasses and canapés. He grabbed one of the
drinks while his eyes moved back to the male -also blonde- omega in the distance. If you ignored
that face and olive skin, he looked enough like the bunny omega. The peachy ass, curves on the
right places made that body look soft. Namjoon's whore didn't have that but it was close to blondie
. They were too different but a hole was a hole and Jungkook needed to vent the frustration. "Bring
that bitch to my room tonight."

Namjoon turned to the boy picking up balls and smiled. "Always have a type."

Long hours later the male omega cried all night, body unable to withstand the stretching of the two
cocks entering him. His head was pressed against the bed, forcing him to be a mere doll.
Jungkook rammed hard into the wetness to the point where the body beneath him buckled from the
pain of the intrusion. Blood spewing from the punished hole, and though the boy cried in silence,
he still felt each drag of those limbs inside him like an arm thrust into his stomach.

The alpha had waited for him to go inside, ordering right away to take off his clothes and cease to
exist. To make no noise. The omega would only be a doll that would satisfy his desires.

However, it was not enough. As much as Jungkook stared at that dark blonde nape, the skin and
back were still different. The hair was not soft and light. The curve of the waist was too
accentuated, like a woman's. Jungkook looked up at the painting in front of him, above the
headboard of the bed. When staring at a fixed point it was easy to visualize the bunny under his
body, whimpering and pleading for Jungkook to stop unlike the lifeless boy under him.

His body was so fragile that just throwing the bunny onto the bed would break him. It wasn't
enough. Jungkook had to be the priority. Blondie had to be able to spread his legs to Jungkook's
cocks at any time of the day, able of getting down on his knees for the alpha and presenting himself
as the omega he was no matter what was busying him at that time, without squirming from the
alpha's grasp. That virginal attitude had to go.

But Jimin wasn't a virgin. One only had to look at those tattoos. Just the thought that other alphas
had been inside that body boiled Jungkook's blood to the point of desiring to end all of their lives
and especially Jimin's, but first, punish him.
What kind of whore let anyone fuck him while being an omega prey? The bunny had been given
too much freedom, clearly, but Jungkook would make sure to mold blondie to his liking, to kill the
slightest bit of resistance in him until the omega couldn't be separated from him.

If he couldn't get Jimin's virginity he would get everything else.

Jungkook glanced at the big clock on the wall on the left. He had to leave soon.

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Jimin threw away the phone, unable to continue chatting with Hobi, and opened the window. He
had been ignoring this feeling all day, but he couldn't take it anymore. Sweat covered his body as
his head ached. Everything was spinning.

He had already taken a few showers, but nothing eased the fire under his skin. Even the coldest
water couldn't get rid of the burning temperature of his body.

Jimin took off his nightgown and ruffled his hair. He breathed again and again but even his lungs
seemed heavy.

Unable to think of a better solution, he undressed, leaving only his briefs on his body and plopped
down on the bed next to his phone. His eyes felt heavy from exhaustion so he closed them. What
was going on with him now? Jimin had a good week, he'd even had a good test and today was
going to be the night the omega could sleep without worrying about the alarm. And yet, his body
was tense.

Jimin opened his eyes as he remembered something, reaching for the phone to tap on an app with a
pink clock on it. The circle that appeared on the screen indicated there was time left still.
It wasn't his heat.

Maybe it was triggered? Jimin reached between his ass cheeks. Soft skin boiled under his touch.
His finger sought the entrance to his warmth but the fluid was nowhere to be seen.

This made no sense. He felt feverish and horny. If it wasn't a random heat it could only mean he
had a cold or had eaten something bad. The omega got up to his drawer and searched through his
things for a white packet. There were two pills left and even though Jimin was only supposed to
take one per month, he swallowed another.

Jimin needed to be better by tomorrow. He had promised his new alpha friend that he would go out
with him to party. Jimin only agreed because his group didn't only consist of alphas and Kai had
omega friends.

But the world was against all his plans, as usual.

The heaviest burning part of his body was his crotch. The sensations were the same as a heat except
for the lack of slick. Jimin let his hand go down there, finding the cock erect under the pants. He
hadn't even noticed from all the sensations.

Maybe a handjob would help , the omega thought as he pulled down his pants for better access.
However, such was his surprise when he noticed his cock looked strange in the dark. Jimin turned
on the lamp beside him. His face crumpled in horror at the sight that met his eyes.

His cock looked bruised, small spots of green covering the shaft from the base to the tip.

Venom.

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Hobi left the bar after saying goodbye to his classmates. It had been a good idea to go out and relax
after the stressful week.

He glanced at his phone, finding empty notifications. Jimin had stopped answering his messages, so
he assumed the omega had fallen asleep. These last few days Jimin seemed peaceful, calm even.

Hobi had asked Jin to keep an eye on his friend and while the omega so far had told him that Jimin
was fine, his answers were immediate, which was strange. According to Jimin they had an exam
and that could be a factor so he didn't think much about it. He wanted to see Jimin in person but
was disgusted by the smell of that pig on his friend. At least they chatted every day and that was
good.

The beta stopped for a second. He didn't quite know which way to catch a cab as it was very late
and there were no more buses to get back. The route back at the university on his phone seemed
short so he tapped. A 40 minute walk. There was no other way to go back so walking was it. Hobi
would arrive around three o'clock but at least the alcohol would be gone from his body by the time
he got there.

He put his hands in his pocket to warm them. He was cold and the temperature was already so low
outside his breath was steamy. Hobi walked down the slope of the last block and took a shortcut
that the phone had signaled was the faster route.
There was still noise on the avenue, but this area was quieter. He was moving away from the center,
so rows of houses and apartments already greeted him along the next street. All the stores were
closed, neighbourhood in silence. Everything was dark. Only one sad streetlight that wasn't even
working properly did its job.

Hobi turned down the next street and before he stepped onto the sidewalk his head was slammed
into the ground. The force of a bat pulsed his skull until it vibrated and a trickle of blood escaped
from the blow. His nose hit the cold ground and he could feel his bone almost break if he hadn't
turned his head to the side.

What the fuck just happened?

The beta crawled on the ground trying to get away from the attacker. He couldn't lift his legs due to
the sudden lack of balance. Even while trying to move his eyes everything was blurry. No matter
how hard he blinked he couldn't see anything, until a voice spoke.

"Already running away?" someone said.

Hobi had never heard him speak. In fact, he had barely seen that dude except at the pool. He didn't
know a single shit about the fucker. Yet only one person could have that low, clear voice. That cold
monotone that when he searched through his mind, only one face matched it.
The beta turned around, and even though he couldn't see clearly because of the shock, he could
feel, even in the middle of the darkness, those black eyes.

Jeon Jungkook.

Before he could curse the alpha another black shadow appeared and a strong kick went straight to
Hobi's abdomen. He shrank from the sharp throbbing while two pairs of arms dragged him into a
corner. The pain was like a cold bucket over his head. Each blow pierced his skin to such an extent
that he was almost crying. The hard light of something penetrated his eyelids, the realization hitting
in the middle of the wave of pain.

He was being recorded.

The beta shielded his face as best he could until his vision cleared. It didn't last long, because two
strong arms lifted him again, caging his shoulders until the boy was on his feet, face exposed to.
Jungkook was there, standing with a cigarette between his lips. There was no humor in that cold
expression, but evil emanated from his body.

Hobi saw white as the boy's rings went straight for his nose. He couldn't react in time when the next
punch followed. Hard laughter could be heard from behind, but the beta's ears were too conscious
of the hard muffled hits on his skin as his body was beaten mewling by the strong fists.
A drop of blood hit the floor. His lip was split. That didn't seem to be enough for Jungkook,
because the stranger behind Hobi dropped the beta on the ground and the snake hybrid stamped his
foot with a kick on Jung's face. The beta couldn't feel his face from the many blows. Everything
was spinning. The ground under his body felt cold.

"Why don't you report this ? I will even let you take pics" Jungkook whispered, taking a puff with
his left hand. With the free one he grabbed Hobi's hair till he lifted the boy's head to force him meet
his eyes. "Actually, I will even send you a video of this to help your lawyer."

Hoseok was held by a fit of rage and spat in the alpha's face. The spittle, almost red, from his
mouth flew to the alpha's chin and the dude dodged it. That seemed to amuse Jungkook because he
started laughing like a psychopath. The happiness in his eyes was horrific, like a personified
walking torment. Hobi felt fear as he saw the sudden shift in those black eyes.

A shriek of pain vibrated from his chest, eyes reddening in panic as Hobi felt the sting of the lit
cigarette in his nose. Tears welled up in his eyes. Jungkook pushed it in deeper and watched as the
beta writhed in agony. The cigarette luckily went out but the insides of the beta's nose was burned,
the hairs in his nostrils reduced to ashes.

"Next time I won't be this nice" warned Jungkook caressing the boy's face. He got up and without
further ado, struck the boy in the face with his foot. Hobi fell unconscious on the ground, one last
sigh leaving his lips. His face was bruised and his lips were bleeding. Two red strings escaped from
his nose and head. A puddle of pee covered his body. The strong smell of the residual liquid from
the alphas who had been holding him down by Jungkook. They had beaten and peed on him.
 This had been the worst humiliation of the beta's life.

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 Bad decisions
Chapter Summary

Omegas were important but they were there to be part of something. Of an alpha. Jin had
always accepted it, because he liked the idea. He simply wouldn't mind being Taehyung's
mate.

Chapter Notes
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Jimin rubbed against the sheets all over again. The friction of the fabric was rough on his sensitive
skin. He bit the pillow angrily. No matter how hard he searched for orgasm it never came. It rose up
to his chest, like lava cascading from his cock to the tips of his toes, but never quite came.

The room smelled of cum and it had only been two hours.

Or three?

Jimin had came a total of 3 times already and although it seemed little he wasn't used to orgasming
that many times as he didn't cum that easily. But tonight his cock was sensitive, the mere touch of
his fingers on it was cold at first and then it burned. He could only rub himself with the pillow and
a sheet over it. But even though the layers of cloth, the contact seared.

There were white spots mixed with little drops of blood all over the mattress. The boy's whole body
ached and due to the excitement even his hole clenched, sucking air. A wet string ran from his
insides to the messy sheets. Jimin didn't care. He needed to get this hot feeling off. Even his nipples
were not spared, his whole body hurt even though only his cock was poisoned.

The venom reminded him once again of the effect of Jungkook's contact. He didn't want to admit
everything he had drawn in his mind in order to cum. It almost seemed that only the alpha's touch
could end this misery. Jimin tried watching porn in an attempt to end this, but every video was
never enough. The omega's mind replaced the alpha on which the omega was bouncing with
exaggerated moans and Jimin was seized by a poisonous mixture of jealousy and lust. The snake
hybrid thrust harder each time the actor's hole sucked against his skin.

Jimin didn't even need to close his eyes to visualize himself in the omega's place and become part
of the imaginary video. The Jimin on the screen moaned like a shameless whore, saliva dripping
from his lips as he was now forced to swallow the supposed snake hybrid's cock. The bulge near his
nut moved in a back and forth motion formed by the other guy's huge length.
Shameless slut.

The boy's eyes flicked to the screen. The blue of his iris was replaced by the brown of the blond's.
Watery eyes, blank stare. That plump mouth was just a hole Jungkook would cum in. The dark
thought made his cock weep, little clear drops dripped from Jimin's tip and he whimpered. It was
stinging. Rubbing himself with the pillows so much had only made his situation worse and he
couldn't even grab his cock to jerk off.

"Suck it, whore"

He had the volume turned to the lowest level, but the words and sounds coming from the video still
echoed in his ears. The alpha's deep voice was now more monotone, cold, calculating. Just like his.
Jungkook stroked the now blond head, eyes fixated on the fake Jimin ones that pleaded from below
with that hungry gleam.

His tongue ran up from the base to the tip of the thick cock, streams of saliva dripping from it.

The simple picture was enough to arouse every nerve in his body, but why? Jimin was always in
control when he fucked, why was he now getting hot over being a mere object? The thought was
disgusting when applied to any other alpha, but with the snake hybrid? His omega was almost
jumping up and down just from the thought of satisfying the alpha and being rewarded for it. The
hot flow in his cock rushed at the image painted in his closed eyes.

He couldn't. It stung every time the orgasm was tight and Jimin needed to empty the lava inside
him.
The room was so hot even if the air-conditioning device was on. His body was damp with sweat. It
seemed like the only thing that could soothe this heat was who had caused it.

So far the theory that Jungkook poisoned him with a single touch had been confirmed. But this
didn't always happen so it meant that the alpha could control the venom at will. His revenge was to
see Jimin suffer, no doubt.

The blond squealed as the slit of his cock pushed out another thin pink stream, blood intermingled
with cum. It hurt, but at the same time, the burning sensation bordered on pleasure.

Jimin could take no more. The pill had done no good, only made his stomach churn. He left the
porn page, the video playing disappeared after a slip of the finger. Hobi's contact was the first to
appear when hitting the blue phone app.

[...]

The only thing that rang from the phone was the beep of the pending call. Jimin called again.

[.......]

Nothing. Why wasn't he picking up? Jimin needed his friend to solve this dilemma. The pain was
unbearable. Not giving up, he dialled again, staring blankly into the nothingness of the dark room.
[............]

Perhaps he was busy drinking, though Hobi was usually the first to take his calls. Jimin gave up
after the fourth. It was too late, maybe his friend was asleep even. The thought of how rare it was
not to receive an answer lingered on his mind more than it should have.

The stinging sensation of his cock brought him out of his bubble and Jimin had to stifle a shriek of
pain. No fucking way he was surviving the night like this.

He glanced at the door and bit his lip.

Was there any option?

The blond got up as best he could, body sweaty and damp. The sheets barely managed to come off
his skin, all sticky. It was hard to walk with an erect cock between his legs. He had to cover himself
with something.

Jimin came out of his cave with heavy steps, little gasps escaping his chest every time his cock
brushed against the towel he had wrapped himself in.
He hit twice on the door.

Silence.

Two more knocks followed, and this time the spring of the bed was heard. Quick footsteps
approached from the other side and the door in front of the blond opened.

That was fast.

"Jimin?" Jin said in slight shock, but his expression went from surprise to horror in seconds as he
saw the blond's condition. "My God, what happened to you!?"

Seeing the slick dripping from the boy's legs and the string behind him all over the hallway it
seemed to occur to Jin that it was from the heat.

"Please... help me" Jimin whispered. He didn't care at this point. His body and mind ached. He was
exhausted. It felt like an intense fever with a heat wave that crushed any attempt to breathe. He
couldn't go on like this.
Jin swallowed his doubts and touched the blond's forehead, face even more in shock as he detected
the high temperature.

"Venom" the blond breathed, deciphering the dilemma to the other omega. The predator let the door
open fully. A heavy sigh was heard.

"Come."

Jin measured his temperature with the heat kit. He had never been in his room before, so Jimin
distracted himself from the pain by looking at the blue walls of the huge room. Jin had a wide bed
too, and a closet full of stuff. On his bedside table rested pictures of him and other young hybrids
the blond didn't recognize.

The tall omega left for a moment and came back with clothes and medicines.

"I'm sorry for waking you up" Jimin mumbled apologetically, fumbling with his fingers. Suspicion
still kept clouding his mind but he was too weak to put up an attitude. He didn't dislike Jin but the
thought that his rommate was fucking Jungkook made his omega angry. The worse side of this was
that this rage was born out of betrayal, because Jungkook was his enemy, and something else he
didn't want to find out.

Jin denied and gave him a soft smile. "I wasn't sleeping anyway" he muttered noticing the bulge
between the blond's legs. Jimin was embarrassed. "Can I... see?"

There was resistance at first but the blond ended up swallowing his pride, showing his nakedness to
the other boy. Jin appeared surprised to see the boy's greenish cock, small streams of blood
escaping from it. It was a horrifying sight.

"It hurts so much" whispered Jimin, frustrated with his own body. He looked up at the omega in
front of him, bent toward the bed. "Why were you awake?"

"..." Jin scratched the back of his neck, deep in thoughts. He looked uncomfortable but the question
was unavoidable. It was very late already, closer to the morning than the night. "I could hear your
moans from here."

Jimin turned red. He wasn't going to recover from this humiliation until he graduated. "Then why
didn't you say anything?"

Jin's cheeks turned slightly pink. "I thought you were... you know... masturbating."

Jimin wished he could crawl under the carpet.

"I-I see" he muttered, head down.

"You need to take a bath first" cut Jin in, expression suddenly serious. He seemed to want to change
the subject because of the awkwardness of the matter. He was not wrong though, Jimin was wet all
over and had stained his roommate's entire floor. He wanted to apologize but was interrupted.
"Cold water helps."

Jimin nodded, unsure. Jin helped him get up to go to the bathroom. He filled a tub with icy water
and offered Jimin to get in. The blond didn't want to at first but changed his mind as he felt a jolt of
pain coming from his crotch. He had to do it.

A gasp of pain echoed in the bathroom. His cock seared against the temperature contrast and he
gritted his teeth. Jin wanted to help the poor omega but he also didn't couldn't just ignore the
distance created between them. Jimin was shivering in the middle of the tub and could almost feel
his lips change colour. He was sizzling, and his body ached even more yet this time it felt like a
knot had been untied.

He turned his gaze to Jin, who was now returning with medicine in hand that Jimin didn't recognize
and a glass of water.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"Eh?"

"Have you had dinner?"

The blond nodded, shivering. His teeth clacked unconsciously, the rapid rattle echoing between the
bathroom walls. He had to adapt the sharp ache of his cock as part of him because just being aware
of it wouldn't let him think.
Jin pulled the blue pill and a glass of water up to the tub for him. "Drink this."

"Why do u know how to treat this?"

The question echoed in the room as the predator stopped in his tracks before approaching Jimin.
The water in the glass danced inside until it almost overflowed. Jimin hugged his body in the icy
water. His cock seemed to have gone numb from the contrast in temperatures.

Jin groaned, "Just take it, Jimin."

This was closing his suspicions to a confirmation. Jimin needed answers, even if he was in pain
right now.

"Why won't you tell me?" insisted.

The omega pushed the glass to his face. "Drink it before your fever goes worse."

Jimin went mute, reluctantly grabbing the glass. He opened his lips and swallowed. The pill entered
his body with ease. The cold water felt cool as he ingested it. The omega glanced at the other one
standing with his arms crossed. Jin was wearing a baggy nightgown, hair a mess. Small dark circles
were clear under his eyes when he picked up the glass from the cold shaking hands and sat on the
toilet, looking at the ground, not knowing what to say.

It was now or never.

"Is Jungkook the one you are fucking?" slipped from the blond's lips.

The two stood silent, with only the clacking of Jimin's teeth hitting every wall. Jin froze there, eyes
open about to pop out. A disgusted expression took over his face.

"What...!?" he almost screamed incredulously, sounding disgusted at the mere idea of Jungkook and
fucking in the same sentence. "What?!"

"You are f-"

"Is this a joke?"

"Just answer."

"I'm not fucking that psychopath. Literally how the fuck did you come up with that?!" exclaimed
Jin, upset. His eyes showed a strange stress, as if he already had enough on his plate for Jimin to
suspect something like that about him now. The omega grimaced and folded his arms. "Is this why
you have been avoiding me? You literally disappeared and don't even talk with me anymore. I don't
even get a good morning from you. It's like we live in two different dorms."

Woah.
"Calm down." was the only thing Jimin could say after the quietness left by Jin's words. It was
ironic to be talking about this in the bathroom while naked in a tub of cold water with an erect
green cock. Jin paced the room in disbelief, a hand gripping his waist like an angry mom. His free
hand pushed the dark hair back.

"I just don't understand why you think I'm fucking that monst-"

"You go everyday to the alphas dorm" Jimin interjected. The look he received did not surprise him.
Jin looked like he had been caught stealing, mouth open and eyes as wide as ever. "I'm not deaf. I
can hear your footsteps every single night."

The room fell silent. Again.

"Is not what you think" he tried to explain, swinging his leg from side to side, anxiety creeping up
his body. "I'm not fuckin-"

"Are you trying to tell me the reason you go every night to the alpha's dorms is to play cards?"

Jimin was an omega too. How many times had he sneaked away from home in the middle of the
night to party? It was an experience only omegas encountered since alphas were not as controlled
by their families and had no risk of getting pregnant.

Once made sense. Several maybe, but every night? That wasn't normal. It had occurred to Jimin
that maybe it was Dae-hyun Jin was visiting but the omega hung out with the alpha 24/7 in public
and had no reason to hide to fuck the wolf. He just needed a clear answer to forget about the matter
at once.
But what hurt the most was the reaction. Everything indicated that Jin was fucking Jungkook, even
if he seemed disgusted with the mere idea. Why else was he circling around the question so much?

"You followed me" Jin found out later.

"So? Of course I would follow you when you leave at such an hour. You can curse me all you want
for that" attacked Jimin back, his sassiness getting the best of him despite his deplorable situation.
"Just tell me who are you fucking. Because if it's Jungkook I'm goin-"

"I'm not fucking Jungkook, okay!? Why would I do that to you?!" snapped the other omega,
closing the distance between him and Jimin. "Do you even know how fucked up I would have to be
to ever feel attracted to that animal? He's literally a psychopath, Jimin, and you are out here
thinking I'm fucking the dude who is traumatizing you on a daily basis" Jimin tried to speak but Jin
shut him down. "You think I didn't notice the smell in the entrance today? He forced himself onto
you again. Your scent is gone and your ear is literally swollen for fuck's sake. You look more
concerned about me fucking your disturbing crush than an actual bully!"

"Is not a crush" replied Jimin with a dry mouth, body motionless after hearing the omega's
thoughts. Jin rolled his eyes.

"He practically claimed you at this point and you look more at peace than any normal omega
would. I'm not stupid Jimin, I've seen how you look at him every day at class. Yet you hated me for
simply doubting I was fucking that monster."

Jimin pursed his lips, eyes on the water between his legs. Some of it was true, but he really was
worried about being played by his roommate.
"I never hated you... I... I'm just worried you were playing me behind my back" Jin looked sunken
as he watched him not deny his words about Jungkook. Hopeless. Jimin felt like he let someone
important down, a heavy sensation on his shoulders. He received the same look as his father
usually gave him. "You kept apologizing that day at the pool as if you planned to leave me alone
with him... I couldn't find a better suspect than you. Everything made sense."

Jin stared at him intently, searching for a shred of trust in the helpless blond in the tub. He thought
about it for long minutes, then let out a heavy sigh.

"Taehyung."

Huh?

Jimin looked up, eyes wide. "What do you-"

"I sneak into the alpha's dorms to fuck Kim Taehyung, okay? Is this enough to you?" revealed Jin
as if he hadn't dropped the biggest bombshell of information Jimin had ever gotten in his life.

He couldn't even imagine that guy with Jin. "You are fucking Jungkook's friend?!"

Jin stared pacing again around the bathroom, eyes on the ground. He looked stressed, but especially
regretful for what he had just said. "It's... a long story. We have been fucking around for years. Has
nothing to do with Jungkook bullying you." Jimin didn't reply. "Are you mad at me?" asked the
other omega chagrined when he noticed the lack of answer. He had stopped walking around the
bathroom, now knelt on the floor, holding the edges of the tub so he could look at Jimin closely,
ignoring the nudity under the cold water.
Jimin thought about it for a while. Certainly, fucking Taehyung counted as an accomplice, but the
boy wasn't personally involved in attacking the blond and neither did Jimin know the story behind
it all enough to judge the situation any better. He felt more relieved about the fact that it wasn't the
snake hybrid who waited for the omega every night.

Yet something didn't make sense.

"But why sneak at night? Why are you hiding it?" asked Jimin finally, eyes on the omega who was
now close enough to touch him. Jin's expression darkened at the question. He was silent for a good
while. "It's not like that dude is dating anyone and he fucks every living thing too. You are single,
so why are you two hiding it?"

Jin stared at him, sad. He squeezed the edge of the tub, as if he was afraid to say anything.

"I'm the one who isn't single."

Jimin froze.

Great, another bomb of info.

 ─────── ·Ⅵ· ───────

The bright sun took over the huge luxurious manor on Saturday morning. There was rustling
among the corridors below but in the occupied rooms only snoring could be heard.

Jungkook came out of his room with a fresh change of clothes. Yesterday's boy, who was gone, had
remained lying on the bed, sleeping off the exhaustion of the previous night. The alpha was leaving
shortly so he didn't care if the omega kept the bed. He deserved it after last night's great act of
bravery, taking both cocks with barely any preparation. The bloody sheets were proof of that. A
pity he had had to leave after arriving in the morning, the boy had other tasks to do as a prostitute,
surely. The whole place looked more like a motel than a luxury resort.

The cold shower had washed away all traces of last night's blood. The memory of the beta's face in
pain was so funny that it was hard not to laugh. Jungkook glanced at the time.

At some point someone must have found his mangled body in the street. Most likely the beta was in
some hospital by now.
Jungkook walked down the stairs ignoring the good mornings from the servants yet still receiving
stares from the customers who came and went by. Among them, there were those from omegas
clutching old alphas, who would run their eyes over his body as he crossed the couples.

The snake hybrid took out his first dish of the day, a nice fresh cigarette which he lit and inhaled as
soon as the nicotine began to burn. The hallway to the breakfast place was wide and long. At the
end of it tables of exaggerated decoration scattered around the huge room.

Soft music played while Taehyung was absorbed in his phone. A bunch of notifications flooded his
social media. But none of them came from who he was expecting. The alpha still had a hangover
from drinking too much yesterday. His head was pounding. Having to stay and listen to Namjoon
talk was like medieval torture. Only that this was part of Taehyung's duty.

Namjoon was looking at some papers amidst all the smoke from his cigar. The table was ready but
empty, as they were still waiting for Jungkook, even though the breakfast would be just drinks. He
wasn't even hungry. The clacking of boots was suddenly present and just from seeing how almost
all the seated omegas and betas were turning around Taehyung knew who it was.

"Well, seems like you had fun last night" commented Namjoon with a laugh at the sight of the
raven-haired alpha.

"Oh please, old man. You need to invest in better escorts" sighed Jungkook, sitting next to
Taehyung. The snake hybrid gave him a pat.

"You weren't satisfied?" the other alpha said, curious. Jungkook combed back with his fingers a few
black strands, dark eyes scanning the area.

"Didn't even know how to suck cock" he muttered exhaling the smoke from his lungs. The waitress
came as soon as she saw the full table.
"What would you like to have, sir?" the girl interjected, a pretty omega like all the ones here. She
eyed Jungkook eagerly, though the alpha wasn't paying much attention to her. Her gaze shifted to
Taehyung who gave her that smile that put anything with legs to his bed.

"Two coffees, sweetheart," he said softly. The girl blushed and nodded, leaving in a rush after
Namjoon ordered the same.

Jungkook glanced at his friend. Cocking his eyebrow, he pointed out "And since when exactly do
you like coffee?"

"Since this fucker is sitting in front of us" Taehyung whispered so low that only the snake hybrid
could hear it. Jungkook grinned and turned back to the phone. The good thing about having a friend
like him was that he was going to be on your side no matter how wrong you were.

In front of Namjoon, Taehyung had to be perfect, tough. To be Jungkook but in his own version.
The lynx hybrid was already looking forward to this shit being over.

The coffee was brought minutes later, too fast, even. Namjoon grabbed the cup and brought it to his
lips, glancing at Taehyung, who pretended to be distracted by his phone. The mere bitter taste of
coffee turned his stomach.

The guy delivering their coffees was a humble-looking alpha. The last cup he placed down was
Jungkook's. The alpha lowered the device in his hands and skimmed the dark liquid. His face didn't
seem friendly.
"Go make it again" he finally said without looking at the waiter. Namjoon put the cup down, an
amused smile on his lips.

"What's the matter, Jeon?" he said humorously. But Taehyung saw his friend tap the table subtly
with his finger.

"Nothing." said the snake hybrid with a thin smile, then turned to the alpha dressed with an apron.
The dude didn't look scared, which that was rare. "Repeat the coffee again. From scratch."

The commotion at the table didn't last long after the alpha picked up the cup and carried it away
quietly. Namjoon didn't comment anything, just shot Taehyung another glance.

Sometimes it was funny how Namjoon thought Taehyung was closer to him than Jungkook.
Anything he said about Jungkook the snake hybrid was going to be informed, the same way when it
was the other way around. They looked like two cursed twins at times.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's mug and held it close to himself. "At least yours is warm."

Namjoon let out a chuckle as he realized what happened. Some eyes turned to the table. "They gave
you a cold coffee? This really happens only with you, boy" he said, laughing while the snake
hybrid drank the coffee Taehyung didn't want.

"All this to distract him? Wow, my prince charming" Taehyung whispered once Namjoon went
back to his work, papers all over the table. Jungkook blew smoke in his face.
"Never say that shit again, for the sake of that little dignity left you have" was the alpha's listless
reply.

The servant returned later with a new cup. This time steam was coming out of it, almost boiling. He
set it down carefully on the table, head bent.

"We are really sorry for the last negligence," said apologetically. The table fell silent. Not a thank
you came from the other alpha. Jungkook looked at the cup carefully without even touching it and
the aura around him turned dark. Something was not right.

The snake hybrid grabbed the spoon next to it, and without taking his eyes off the waiter, threw it
on the floor, making sure it was noticeable that it was intentional. The golden metal hit the ground
and Namjoon set the papers down on the table, an even wider smile playing on his lips.

"Pick it up" Jungkook muttered taking a puff. He gently tapped his fingers on the covered surface,
waiting. His species as a predator was obvious when one noticed the subtlety and alertness the
alpha was always on. Almost as if he was ready to pounce on the guy.

"Sir..." said the now repentant waiter. For some strange reason, panic was now all over his face.
Taehyung understood the problem right away when his friend spoke.

"Take the spoon from the floor" ordered Jungkook calmly in a tone that brooked no argument,
tossing the strands over his forehead back. The tapping of his fingers was like a steady hypnotizing
melody. Under the dark grim face, the waiter timidly bent down to pick up the spoon at the
customer's side.
Without further ado, Jungkook grabbed the boiling cup of coffee and poured it down the dude. The
scream that came out of the alpha echoed all the way to the last table, making every single
customer attentive to the exchange that was going on. The sound of the spurt was slow and
agonizing from the holler that escaped from the boy, who recoiled in a whimper of pain. His face
had reddened from the burn, the sizzling coffee attacking his skin.

"Next time you think about spitting in my coffee" Jungkook whispered, bringing his face close to
the alpha kneeling on the ground. His hands were shaking, red. The smell of coffee was strong in
his clothes. "Remember I can snatch every chance of happiness in your pathetic life in this
country."

The alpha tensed at the twisted aura in the snake hybrid, eyes as dark as night. Steam rose gently
from the coffee-reddened skin, dripping from the boy's white clothes and hair.

"We are really sorry" interjected the female waitress from earlier, who came running up to the table
with a barely-there expression.

Jungkook shooed them both away from the table with his hand, disinterested in hearing anything
coming from the lowlifes. The commotion subsided to a murmur between the tables and Jungkook
continued to sip his coffee under Namjoon's observant gaze. Taehyung did not react, unlike him. He
was used to it and knew the reason for this.

"How the fuck did you notice he spitted in your food?" he said incredulously. Jungkook took
another puff.

"We are still animals" he replied, turning back to his phone. From the first moment he got the first
cup, something wasn't right. The alpha smelled familiar and his eyes were challenging when they
landed on Jungkook. The boy's scent from yesterday matched the waiter's. Everything clicked
within seconds. Friend or boyfriend, he must have tried to take revenge on Jungkook for
traumatizing the omega from last night. Silly for sure. Jungkook knew that leaving his coffee cold
wasn't going to be enough, but the final straw was the brazen act of spitting on his cup, believing
that a Jeon wouldn't notice.

The rest of breakfast was over quickly. Practically only Namjoon and Jungkook had something to
drink. Taehyung was too lost in thought to pretend to enjoy the meal in front of the alpha bear.

And now they were at the exit, with each other's cars ready. The clean, shiny white one belonged to
Namjoon. He had a chauffeur waiting for him to approach to open the door for the alpha.

The black one on the other hand belonged to Jungkook, who would drive for both of them as usual.
The snake hybrid would only let his friend drive in his place, and that was rare. The rest of the
mortals were not trustworthy enough to rely on his driving skills. Taehyung didn't complain about
that obsession with always having the controller because it was built into him. It was like arguing
with a wall.

Namjoon adjusted his thick jacket and sunglasses. His folder was loaded in his hand. He took a few
steps until he reached the two boys waiting at the door. They would leave when he left.

He glanced at his watch. "Well, I have to go."

"Fucking finally," spat Jungkook although it was in a joking tone. It wasn't really, Taehyung
thought. Neither of them liked the fucker.

The alpha laughed and patted him on the shoulder, turning to Taehyung now. The boy tensed up.
"Take care of your grades" he said seriously, hand squeezing Taehyung's shoulder hard enough to
paralyze him in his spot.
"Yes."

Namjoon dismissed them and in a blink of an eye he was gone, white car pulling away down the
main lane of the quiet avenue surrounded by countryside.

Taehyung dropped his forced smile, feeling two black eyes behind him drill into his head. He got
into the car and slammed the door shut, still aware of his friend's stare.

"Talk your mind, sweetheart," sighed Taehyung with a roll of eyes. Jungkook, sitting on the driver
spot, took his cigarette out of his mouth, the smoke intermingling with his words.

"I'm just really glad I don't have to take shit from an older brother" Jungkook chuckled, slipping on
a pair of sunglasses as he started the car. The vibration of the engine resonated and soon they were
moving. The car deftly pulled out of the driveway, pulling into the road at the next intersection.

"You literally have 5."

"Those useless bitches don't count" replied the alpha with a turn of the steering wheel into the next
turn. Taehyung had to laugh. The car was getting filled with smoke from the cigarrete so he opened
the window. Now the early morning chill was coming in, seeping in between the seats.

"At least my family isn't a bunch of monsters that see me as a threat" he countered looking at the
window, receiving Jungkook's laughter from behind. It was true. He knew the Jeon's, though not all
of them. Of all the chaebol families the Kim dealt with, they were the most horrible. The good
thing was that the worst of them could pretty much be Jungkook, but that didn't take away from
how intimidating and tyrant they were.

It was all about competition, profit and power. Blood ties had no weight at the table. In other
words, the Jeon were abusive and disgustingly powerful.

"Your brother isn't even that bad" Jungkook interrupted. Taehyung rolled his eyes and put an arm
out the window. The strong wind created by the speed they were going at lifted his arm
involuntarily, the body hair combed towards the direction of the thrust.

"I can't even stand looking at him. He makes me feel like I should be in prison."

"Is not like he hates you." spoke the alpha, quirking a dark eyebrow.

Taehyung scrunched the bridge of his nose. The thought of the weight was like dragging a heavy
sack of potatoes on his back at all hours. He felt like he was going to grow gray hair with so much
stress. "I can't even hold a normal conversation. I still feel paranoid around him."

Jungkook threw the finished cigarette and took out another one. He lit it with one hand, holding the
wrapped nicotine around his lips. The alpha inhaled the first taste of the heavy air, a sigh of
satisfaction leaving his lungs. "Maybe if you stopped fucking his bitch" he commented. Taehyung
shot him a murderous look.

"Jin is more mine than his"

"Whatever helps you sleep, but Jin is still not yours. He's engaged to your brother and if you keep
this shit up you will get dragged with that omega."

"I'm not you. It's not that fucking easy" Taehyung spat angrily. This conversation was absurd and
they had it every fucking time Namjoon was mentioned.

Jungkook shot him a quick glance, black eyes analyzing his friend for a microsecond. "You have
been fucking that cunt since we were in high school, and where are you now? Standing there
watching how your brother will breed him, like a fucking loser."

"If that’s your idea of a pep talk, it kind of sucks."

He could sense Jungkook rolling his eyes. "Want me to kiss you for not knowing where to put your
dick?"

"It's not my fault Jin was picked to marry him" he whispered, eyes on the window.

The image of him freezing behind the door when he heard his father talking to Namjoon still
lingered on his mind. The omega's name had come up in the conversation and that meant only one
thing. The suspicions were soon confirmed when Jin showed up at his father's company dinner,
clutching his mother's arm with those puppy eyes on the ground.

Seeing Namjoon looking at him with such desire was repulsive.

From that day on Taehyung decided to take revenge for the situation -he didn't even know what he
was taking revenge for- by sleeping with every being with legs that crossed him. The good thing
was that now it was impossible to suspect he had his dick inside his brother's fiance every single
day of the week, but Taehyung was still not letting go. He wished he was more heartless.

Since younger, Jungkook was the fuckboy of the two, unable to not have an omega giving him a
blowjob every day in the alpha's bathroom. Yet look at him, he thought, the fucker didn't have the
problems Taehyung was stressing about because of an omega.

"I warned you from day one to put a claim on him."

"I couldn't just do that and you know it. Again, I'm not you."

Jungkook wouldn't have let this happen, Taehyung thought. His friend was so possessive of what he
was attracted to that he would have done anything to get the omega of his dreams. As if he had read
his mind, the snake hybrid spoke.

"I would have knocked him up" he said in a dark tone. Taehyung glanced at him for a few seconds,
watching the dark tint of the lens with mischief. The dude was probably thinking about the blond
omega, judging by the veins that threatened to escape from the skin of his arm, flyer gripped
tightly. Just the possessive thought seemed to send him on edge.

"Of course you would, bastard," Taehyung said, relaxing in the seat as he felt Jungkook's hand on
the back of his neck, fingers squeezing his tensed muscle in small circles.
"Your brother would throw him away. No alpha on their right mind would accept an omega with a
baby that isn't their own blood."

"So you would just leave your mate?" Taehyung might have sounded surprised but he truly wasn't.
He agreed with his friend but still felt like not every case had the same factors.

Jungkook smiled, a fang shining from his side profile.

"I would kill the baby. Force my mate to abort. I'm not a cuck alpha to be taking care of an
offspring that isn't mine." Taehyung stared with a smile. That made a lot of sense. "There are
thousands of omegas in the world. You can get over that bitch and you will" the snake hybrid said
with determination regardless of that neutral voice. So many years together had made it easy to
read the slight difference between the various tones.

And he was right. Jin was just another omega in the world. Just another hole as Jungkook would
say. What was more important, his family or a cheating omega that whore himself to his brother-in-
law? The answer was clear.

"I would love to see you in my place if that was that blonde omega you want to make your new
toy" blurted Taehyung suddenly, a mischievous smile playing between his lips. The wind ruffled his
hair fiercely but it felt good against his face.

Jungkook was silent for a few seconds, a weird shift in his scent.
"I would kill your brother and every alpha that could make him feel attracted to anyone but me," he
said heavily, tone sounding more like a threat than a choice. Taehyung let out a funny sigh.

That dumb bunny was in for a ride.

─────── ·Ⅵ· ───────

Moving his eyeballs hurt. Just the up and down of the eyelids felt heavy. He took a deep breath and
tried to open them again. The act of trapping oxygen in his nose hurt, reminding him that the inner
skin was burned.
Blurry. Everything was covered in a layer of opaque glass. He could only see colours and shapes.

"He's waking up" said a male voice nearby, but it was hard to locate whoever it was from his place.
The air felt frigid against his skin, like he had been sleeping for years.

Clarity was slow to come as he heard the murmur of footsteps. The ceiling was the first thing to
greet him, bright white against his sight.

Hobi lowered his gaze around the area, coming across a colourless room. The humidifier breathed
beside him, making the air soothing. He was strapped to a white gurney with bandages on his
stomach and face. The beta could feel it from the weight of them on him despite his taciturn skin.

His nose was stuffed up judging by the difficulty in breathing. He tried to turn his head but it hurt.
His body felt mewling under the white sheet.

High heels rang through the corridor and Hobi straightened as best he could, aware that someone
was approaching.

"Sweetie..."

She sounded worried, his mother's voice. Hobi lifted the heavy stare to her. "Mom..."
Brown eyes met him, watery. The woman's hair fell over her downcast gaze. She looked at him
with sorrow, anguish. Her son was practically purple, bandages closing open wounds. His lip was
swollen and stitched, the result of having been split.

She walked over to him intending to hug her son but couldn't. Hobi didn't know what to say. The
whole thing embarrassed him. "Who did this to you...?"

Just remembering his eyes made the beta's blood boil. Hobi clenched a fist as he felt his mother's
warm hands caress his cheek. At least the touch didn't hurt.

"Jeon Jungkook" another voice interjected from the doorway. The beta and his mother glanced at
the alpha of the family.

"Mom..." Hobi swallowed the whine at the hard stare of his other mother. The omega at his side
turned to her son, eyes still puffy from crying. His mother was very sensitive and delicate about
these things. She had a hard time with the slightest hint that someone precious to her was in
trouble.

And oh boy if was Hobi in trouble.

 ─────── ·Ⅵ· ───────

Jimin woke up to the strong light hitting his face. Murmuring could be heard from outside
accompanied by the bouncing of a ball. Shouts and screams that woke him up decorated the
background.

He scratched his eye with his right hand as he felt his other arm numb from sleeping on top of it.

"Jin?" he whispered, turning to the body lying next to him. The two of them were curled up in Jin's
bed with the comforter wrapped between their legs. Warmth still emanated from his body. Jimin
glanced down at his crotch. He was now wearing shorts he didn't even remember putting on. At
least now he felt clean with the plain pyjamas over his body.

The night before -basically the early morning of that same day- he and the omega had chatted in the
bathroom. Jimin had managed to get his erection down and luckily the fever as well. He had to be
careful not to go through this again. Jungkook's touch had caused all this and the worst part was
that it was intentional. Last time it hadn't happened.

The blond sat up and stretched, feeling every cramped muscle in his body unleash in a soft cracking
of bones. He glanced down at the omega lying next to him, the hybrid breathing placidly as if he
didn't have a care in the world.

But boy did he.

Yesterday's talk lasted for hours. They went to sleep at 8 am because Jin needed to unburden
himself to someone. Dae-hyun being alpha wasn't good at listening to these kinds of problems.
Jimin had been in no hurry. The sleep was gone from his body with the poison running through his
veins. At least he knew Jin better now.

It was still hard to assimilate that Jin had a partner and that he was cheating -for years- on the alpha
he was engaged to. And Taehyung? He was practically a family ball. The brother-in-law had been
sleeping with Jin since they were in high school.

Even if Taehyung had come before that didn't take away the fact that they should have stopped.
Jin's alpha was his brother, or more specifically, his stepbrother. If that came to light Jin was going
to hit rock bottom.

Jimin had tried to convince him to leave Taehyung and focus on being alone or even going for
another alpha.
"I already do" was his reply. "We both sleep with whoever we want but it's never enough."

Jimin scratched his hair, face puffy from sleeping. This whole thing was surreal. And the fact that
both parties refused to stop was even worse. Both might have been soulmates or predestined mates.
Although rare, it happened more often than it sounded. But it didn't make sense either. The
connection between them didn't seem to indicate that, if even Taehyung was able to be comfortable
with the idea of Jin with others and vice versa. Most likely, being an alpha-omega union, the two
had imprinted on each other, creating a vicious cycle where it wasn't possible to separate even
though there was never going to be a relationship. But his friend wanted more, judging by that
sorrowful face he made every time the alpha's name slipped from his lips.

The truth was that he wasn't surprised that Taehyung refused to claim Jin, as he had told Jimin, and
continued to take advantage of the omega. If he was Jungkook's friend, you couldn't expect good
morals.

Jin stirred in bed, covering himself with the comforter as he felt the cold of being uncovered
because of Jimin's position, who had pushed the cover with his knees.

The blond kept looking at him, feeling bad. Even if he had explained himself last night Jimin still
owed the omega a lot. For being honest, for misjudging him and most of all, for helping him. God
only knew how the night would have ended if Jin hadn't come to the rescue. Jimin would now be
split in two after searching for Jungkook, blinded by the poison.

That son of a bitch.

Just remembering the blood coming out of his dick from the venom made his body hot with anger.
This couldn't stay like this.

Jungkook would follow him no matter where he was, so there had to be an explanation behind all
this. The fact that he had entered Jimin's dorm without a card was the last straw.

Jimin nibbled his thumbnail, lost in his thoughts.

Even if the outcome was horrible, he had to get revenge. The only option that came to his mind was
to go for the weak point and provoke other alphas.

His eyes snapped wider.

Oh, that was it.

"Jin, wake up" he said shaking the boy beside him. The omega frowned, still softly snoring. "You
are coming with me."

It was 7pm so they were fresh to party after sleeping so many hours. Besides, on a weekend after
exams it was mandatory to go out for drinks. Jimin was going to have a good time no matter what.
If Jungkook thought he was stubborn, Jimin was more.

Jin tossed his hand to the side, trying to hide between the pillows. Jimin sighed. How could he
sleep so much? Their reconciliation talk went on till the birds started to chirp after the sunset. That
was more than 10 hours. Jimin wasn't such a sleeping beauty but yesterday's experience had left
him exhausted.

"No no, you are not going back" he said pushing the hybrid out of bed as he saw the omega trying
to cover with the thrown sheet.

Jin opened one eye.

"You are actually annoying"

"Perks of being this perfect," replied Jimin with a smile, but his foot was already pushing the
omega to the floor. "Now wake up."

"Remind me again why I'm joining this?"

Jimin dragged the thin eyeliner on his eyelid, creating over the lashes a narrow black stripe that
ended in a wing at the end of the eye. He looked at himself in the mirror, pulling back for a
moment. At least the eyeliner had come out even and not one bigger than the other. He turned back
to his roommate.

Jin was tucked into a mountain of clothes, slight makeup already done but outfit nowhere to be
seen. He was wearing a white tank top that looked like it had been borrowed from a bricklayer who
had just finished his work for the day.

"Because yes?" replied Jimin with a smile. It had been hard to get the omega out of bed, but even
harder to convince him to join Jimin. ·"It's just that I'm afraid to go alone", was what the bunny
said. The truth is that Kai gave him good vibes, enough to trust the alpha to go with him and his
friends to drink.

He would take Jin with him to improve the omega's mood. Jimin didn't know what had happened
recently with Taehyung but he had to get out of that bubble.

It sounded hypocritical considering the fact that he was in the same situation. But it wasn't the
same, was it? His was forced. Sure, Jungkook was the embodiment of everything Jimin was
attracted to but that didn't go by hand with that shitty and wicked personality, his bullying
behaviour, and how toxic the dude was in general.

Three times.

Three times he had been poisoned by Jungkook and one of them had involved a bite, which now
was gone. It was clear that this was Jungkook's way of punishing Jimin -as if he had the right to do
that- every time the bunny didn't do what he wanted. Jimin was aware that his words had no weight
when he was in person with the alpha, but tonight he was going to follow through with his
proposals.
Jimin would return to his favourite hobby. Hooking up.

It was impossible not to leave a nightclub without at least ten alphas interested in him, so this was
an easy task. Jimin would go for the best-looking one, fuck him, and go back to class smelling of
alpha semen. The consequences could be poisoning in the worst case, Jungkook was never capable
of doing more than kissing or groping him - as sad and disturbing as that sounded - so he would
have to swallow his anger to some extent. Bear the fact that another alpha had been inside Jimin.

"How about this?" asked Jin from across the room. Jimin glanced at him in horror at the sight of a
fuchsia hoodie with white jeans.

"Goodness gracious, take that shit off right now" he ordered almost in a cry, finger pointing at the
atrocious outfit. This was the fifth - yes, fifth - attempt to get the omega to wear something proper.
"How come you were well dressed at the welcome party?"

Jin went on taking off his clothes and throwing them on the floor. "I got help from Dae-Hyun."

Of course. Jimin walked up to him and rummaged through the clothes. It was all comfortable attires
that one would wear to work out or go to class. It looked like his shopping place was owned by Mr
Park, omegas not showing a glimpse of skin. Jin would have been his ideal son for sure.

Jimin tugged at something thin tucked under the mountain, pulling out a pair of black socks with a
shove that pulled him backwards.
"This!" he exclaimed with sparkling eyes. They were raven stockings with shiny dots all over them,
like a subtle glitter. They shimmered in very low light, making them perfect for evening wear.

Jin looked at him very unconvinced. "I don't have skirts."

Jimin gave a wince. "Oh, but I do."

"I don't like them. Get the hint."

"Miss me with that bullshit" The bunny ran to his room and pulled out the garment, throwing it at
the omega when he returned. Jin caught it in horror.

"Were you working as a stripper or what? Why is it so short?" he asked stretching the skirt like a
tailor taking measurements.

"Stop complaining and put it on."

Jimin's eyes sparkled at the sight of the skirt hugging Jin's toned body. It covered little more than
his crotch from how short it was, but that was the best part. His long legs stood out so much it was
hard to look at his eyes.

"No way in hell" Jin muttered examining himself in the mirror. A grimace flashed in his expression
as he touched the edge of it. It was so tight against his body that you could see the bulge of his ass
and almost his dick. "I look yassified"
"You look amazing, shut up"

"If you say so..." was the last thing Jin said before the two fell silent, the music in the background
livening up the atmosphere. Jin had no energy to argue back against the bunny version of his father,
both obsessed with flashy clothes. So he just went to the next step and brushed his hair. They
finished dressing and putting on their makeup an hour later.

"Okay, hear me out," Jimin stopped the music. Jin peeked at him from the doorway, leaning against
it to put his heels on better. It hadn't been a choice to put them on, the blond had forced him again
and now he was going to stand out no matter where he went. "I have a plan."

"Oh God"

That didn't sound good.

Jimin adjusted his tight outfit, pacing the room trying to get words to come out.

"We are fucking tonight" he finally said as his steps ceased, eyes on Jin this time. The omega
blinked, confused.

"What-"
"I don't feel myself since I came here." explained Jimin, a tight smile on his lips that didn't seem to
allow a no for an answer. Jin crossed his arms. "I need to fuck."

Silence took over the room, both omegas staring at each other. The light was on since it was
already dark. Jin eyed the blond. He looked even more like a doll, the glitter in his eyes
highlighting the small face.

"Listen, I usually don't mind fucking around and shit" Jin commented sitting back down on the bed,
his heels clicking against the floor. The bunny arched an eyebrow. "The problem here is you."

"What about me?"

"Honey there's a whole alpha predator claiming you and not just any alpha. Chopped off heads are
going to roll on the ground if you get yourself knotted" he said sincerely.

Jimin seemed to already know that, because that determined expression didn't change. He leaned
his back against the wall, hands behind to separate him from it. Fine blond locks fell to his face.

"I don't care," he murmured.

"You don't care?"

A suicidal victim. This was new in Jungkook's list of victims.

"He's not my alpha. He's just a dude that has been playing with my head since I came here and is
obsessed with me" he spat angrily, eyes now on Jin, staring at him harshly as if he were Jungkook.
"Stalking me, groping me, he can do whatever he wants but I'm still going against his will."

At least he's harder to tame, Jin thought sorrowfully. But something told him that Jimin had already
succumbed to Jungkook. One couldn't tell himself, but from the outside it was obvious. The bunny
wasn't mad enough. He wasn't reacting enough to be actual rage. Jin could bet all his family's net
worth that if he left Jungkook and Jimin in a room locked up the two of them would willingly end
up fucking. He couldn't judge the omega because at the end of the day instinct could overcome the
strongest mind.

A sigh escaped his lips.

"Do whatever makes you happy, but be careful" Jin said getting back up. He approached the blond,
bringing his hand up to the angelic face to tuck the golden strand behind his ear. "I'll be there for
you, okay?"

Jimin smiled and yanked the other omega closer. Their bodies collided and despite the height
difference, they shared a hug. "Softie."

"Shut up before I change my mind"

Both omegas exited the building in quick strides. The campus was empty around this area but there
was music playing in the background, probably coming from the fraternities in the back. Saturday
nights had open bar, although the two omegas hadn't been back since the welcome party night.

"Where is that guy supposed to be?" asked Jin. His heels were already aching and they were just at
the exit, the college gates. He darted back. Everything was dark except for the lamps decorating the
path. From here he could see all the buildings except for the ones behind. Only the exit road that
surrounded the university let you see that side in its entirety.

Jimin tapped something on his phone and brought it close to his ear. "Ah, yes. Don't worry. We'll
walk."

"Hell no" Jin interjected taking the phone from him, attaching its speaker to his own mouth. "Get
one of those friends of yours to drive us. I'm not walking 40 minutes there."

He hung up the call.

"Why did you do that?" said Jimin taking his phone back, a pout on his lips. Jin just rolled his
eyes.

"I'm not doing a marathon to a fucking pub with this torture device you got me on" he said raising
his foot to show how long they were. Jimin slapped his thigh downward.

"I can see your dick, for fuck's sake" he commented fixing the tight skirt hugging the omega's
waist. Jin giggled, incredulous.

"Talking when you look like a GTA prostitute?"

Jimin made a shocked face, grumbling. "That's the point!"

"Oh good Lord," Jin muttered turning back to the views of the university. He pulled his phone out
of his bag. "Let me see if there's still any cab available."

"Wait, let me text Hobi" said Jimin rummaging for the iphone in his pocket, but his roommate
stopped him.

"It's almost 1am, leave the poor man alone. He's most likely sleeping right now."

Jimin paused and then nodded, cancelling the action he was about to take. "We should have left
earlier" he commented plugging his high boots.

Jin glanced at him. Crop top hugging the chest, exposing his neck and waist. He wore tight-fitting
shorts that with the slightest movement a side of his ass was visible. At least the bunny was
wearing a long jacket that covered all that -Jin thought- because he looked ready to give a striptease
right there. Jimin looked like he wasn't kidding about being determined to fuck someone tonight.

"We literally slept at ass o'clock."

"Yeah, because you had a whole telenovela going on in your life" Jimin commented, although he
didn't mean it in a bad way, judging by the smile on his lips. Jin grinned back.

God seemed to hear his prayers because the cab schedule, according to the website, was 24 hours
on weekends. Jin didn't even wait to tell the blond and called.

The call didn't last long after giving the address. It wouldn't take long according to the man on the
line.
"Done" said the omega turning to the blond who was staring with crossed arms at the nothingness.
"I got us a cab. Call Kei and tell him there's no need to drive us there."

"Kai" Jimin corrected him.

"Might as well call him mate if you want" Jin joked, sitting down on the curb. It was cold so he
closed his legs. Jimin snorted at the comment but still sent a message to the alpha. "I still can't
believe you got a whole alpha as your friend"

"You got one though?" said Jimin, sitting down next to him. His shorts rode up to the end part of
his inner thigh, looking like panties.

"One that is a predator like me and that I've known for years? I'm just surprised you let a wolf near
you" Jin stretched his legs this time, an awkward position because of the heels. He was cold and the
jacket wasn't enough. The only salvation was that the alcohol would do its job. "You didn't even
like Dae-hyun at first."

Jimin gave a wince. "You noticed?"

"Your face was priceless when you gave him your hand. I can't even blame you, to be honest."

The two were silent. Jimin kept taping the soles of his high boots against the ground. There was
only the road in front of them. Next to it, the forest surrounding the whole university was born in
the form of small bushes. The deep area was the back.

"What would happen if you broke your engagement with that alpha?"

The reply was inmediate.

"I can't do that. My engagement is part of a beneficial contract related to the company," explained
Jin, now hugging his body with the jacket over his hands. "It was never my decision and neither it
is to break it. They didn't even ask me."

"So you just got told you were getting married to him?" asked Jimin, inquisitive.

"Yeah. Not sure if you know this but in traditional families the alphas get to choose the omega they
will be marrying. You usually get told after a month that you got picked."

Jin still remembered the night his mother told him, serene. The tears on the omega's cheeks did not
affect her. Her word was steel against his sobs.

"We really are like objects" Jimin said, gaze lost on the ground, chin resting on his palm. Jin stared
at him.

To be honest, he was traditional himself. Jin still remembered as a kid the omega anatomy classes
and how the differences between them and the alphas were abysmal. They weren't the same. They
would never be. The strength, the capabilities, the power... The gap was huge.
That was why, as the teachers at school said, the alphas were the chosen ones of God, Mother
Nature. Omegas were important but they were there to be part of something. Of an alpha. Jin had
always accepted it, because he liked the idea. He wouldn't mind being Taehyung's mate and being
married to him. He saw something good in the traditional if you were with the one you wanted.

However, it wasn't the same when you were forced to be with who you didn't want to be with.

He never imagined that Namjoon, who visited them regularly as one of the closest predator
families, had his eyes on an omega 10 years younger than him. It was wrong no matter how you
looked at it, because of the age gap and the lack of contact.

Jin shrank back, lost in thought.

Namjoon was handsome, rich, powerful, and a good alpha. From the rumours circling around, he
wasn't the type to sleep with omegas randomly, unlike Jin. But no matter how good that man was,
he still wasn't Taehyung.

Only one had his heart. And that alpha wasn't even willing to give up everything for Jin.

"Does your family... do that?" asked Jin suddenly. The blond shook his head.
"Not that way. My mother has tried to couple me with many alphas but I've never been chosen the
same way as you" he explained, playing with the silver necklace hanging from his neck, his skin
was a little red from the cold. "We just work differently in that way. My family is quite traditional
but that part is not forced on me."

"Weird" Jin muttered. "From what I heard there's a catalogue of omegas that come from rich
families. Namjoon's family needed support from mine so they choose me as the payment since he
was into me."

Bad luck for sure.

Jimin was about to say something but the flash of lights hit the two boys, making them cover their
eyes with their hands. The sound of a car approaching became more noticeable and soon the
vehicle was in front of them.

"Seokjin?" asked a man from behind the wheel. You couldn't see his face well because of the
contrasting light from the car but it was the cab driver according to the sign above.

The two omegas stood up. "Yes."

Jin and Jimin got in and settled into the back seats, closing behind them. The roar of the engine
could be felt from inside but the car was spacious. Jin showed the man the address and soon they
were turning around the university to get off the road back and onto the road leading out.

Jimin rested his head on the back of the seat as Jin looked out the window at the dark sky. Only the
moon illuminated the area. It even looked creepy because of the trees that covered the entire
ground. The flash of the car illuminated their way and due to the potholes sometimes the vehicle
buzzed. According to the man they would be in the city in less than twenty minutes.

Jin noticed how there were some windows lit in the omega building. He wished he could stay in his
dorm and have a sleepover instead. Sometimes he sounded like his sister, boring. But Jin wasn't this
way. The issue was that his mood was always connected to Taehyung and the last encounter hadn't
been very good. The name this time hit like a reminder and he glanced at his notifications.

5 messages.

Jin wasn't going to reply after the argument last time but he would need a lot of alcohol to stop
being so distraught. He turned the screen off and darted up at the window again. His eyes wandered
all around the area until they stopped at the huge building the car was now driving past, the alpha
residence. In an unconscious act, Jin mentally counted the dark windows from below, looking for
Taehyung's. His surprise went further when his eyes collided instead with those of a standing
shadow.

Fuck.

Jungkook stared at him from the window, face free of expression. Jin swallowed down the sudden
dryness. The dark aura scared him but he wouldn't show it, so he kept his eyes on the alpha all the
way the car was driving past. Luckily he had sat in this side. If Jimin had been in his place he
would have cancelled going due to the snake hybrid manipulation.

Nothing good was going through his head judging by the white eyes that could be seen from afar. It
was hard to tell from the distance, only the body and eyes clear. He was wearing nothing except for
his pants
 Jin turned to Jimin for a moment and his expression became disfigured at the sight of the bunny
pressing his own temples.

"What's wrong?" asked Jin, a hand on the blond's thigh.

"My head... hurts" sighed Jimin. Jin gritted his teeth, not knowing what to say, letting the caress of
his hand on the boy's thigh relax him.

He turned to the window where the long path around the university from behind yet continued.
Jungkook was still staring at them like a ghost in the building. Even though he was gazing at Jin the
omega knew that his mind was full of Jimin, the cause of the blond's sudden headache. The
conclusion startled him. Jin had to hide his surprise as he realized what was going on. The
poisoning, the hypnosis, the mind control he had over the bunny...

He had imprinted on Jimin.

Jin froze for a few seconds, but he came to his senses soon after. He couldn't spoil Jimin's mood
with his worries. At least the boy had the spirit to go against a Jeon. So he just let the car cross the
building in silence, the snake hybrid disappearing from his field of view.

Was this going to end well? No, but Jin wasn't going to be the one to stop the omega from having a
good time.

Chapter End Notes

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 The hard way
Chapter Summary

"Just stay with me for tonight" Kai murmured in Jimin's ear. The omega let himself fall against
the hard body, surrendering to the warmth of the alpha's touch.

Chapter Notes

Exam season got me busy this time, so I apologize for taking so long :(
Had to change the moodboard because Proof Jungkook is basically the Jungkook of Boy Toy
lol (won't stay that long tho)

See the end of the chapter for more notes

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Jimin jumped out of the car, boots clattering on the ground. Jin came out the other side with tense
steps and a less cheerful face as he closed his wallet after paying the taxi driver, a strange grimace
on his face.

"What's with you now?" muttered Jimin, stepping forward into the inner streets. Jin just followed
him silently. There seemed to be no answer for a few seconds.
"Be careful" muttered the omega with an indecipherable expression. The blond didn't seem to hear
him as he accelerated to the destination.

Unlike the calm area of the university, the streets downtown looked like a daily celebration. The
neon lights each club had competed for which one stood out the most. Long rows of waiting
hybrids lined the entrances to the venues, with bouncers at the gates glaring at the youngsters as
they examined their IDs. The smell of weed mingled with perfume as they passed through the
streets. Glitter and bright colours starred the night added with people dressed in a strange mix of
formal and casual.

Jin had to fix his posture, back hunched over from the high shoes digging into his heel. "I'm dying"
sighed with a scowl. Every step felt like his bones were about to snap. The cold wasn't helping the
situation either. The socks didn't serve as protection and Jin felt like he was naked.

Oh. And his cock was sweating.

He couldn't spread his legs since the skirt didn't allow any stretching and the constant rubbing of
his balls against the stockings felt like some kind of fetish practice.

Jimin eyed him for a moment, unconvinced by his complaints. "Oh c'mon, the alcohol will make
that pain go away."

Jin had the sudden urge to hit the bunny. "I'm starting to regret reconciling with you" Of course
Jimin had no problems. The omega was comfortable on those platforms and he seemed to have
experience with this kind of clothes. Jin preferred comfort like any normal person. Jimin shook,
body vibrating as he laughed. Long after walking the loud and crowded streets of the city they
finally came upon the location of the place where they were expected. There was a long row, but
Jimin came prepared, judging from his sudden confident attitude.

"I'm on the list," he said approaching the bouncer outside. Jin felt the sour gaze from the people
waiting outside. Signing up was crucial if you wanted to get into a club without having to wait or
lose a spot. This way, the club determined how many people could fit inside and the queue could
even be zero if there were too many reserving in the place. The dude in a suit let them in to talk to
the man inside.

The pale man who screamed alpha from every inch of his tight bulged suit and all his pheromones
greeted them, standing next to the ticket booth. He was a perfect six feet tall. Jin took a step back,
feeling a bit intimidated. The guard held out his huge hand.

Jimin pulled out his ID card first, confirming his name and age for entry. The guard looked up his
name on the tablet in his hands and nodded. Then the blond swiped his credit card through the slot
to pay the entrance fee. The music was already playing, rumbling across the wall from where they
stood.

"You," he said now, eyes stern on Jin. The omega gulped, handing his ID card and after a long
facial inspection, he recognized as the guy in the photo. But the guard wasn't finished yet.

"You're not on the reserve list."

Jimin covered his mouth in surprise. He had clearly forgotten to sign Jin in since it had been a last-
minute decision to make the omega join the night. The man handed the card back to Jin and
gestured with his chin for him to leave.
"He's with me," Jimin cut in, grabbing Jin's wrist. The man glanced at him, disinterested.

"He's not on the list" repeated, but that didn't stop Jimin. The blond walked over to him.

"I forgot to add his name, but he was supposed to be on the list." he insisted. Jin didn't know what
to do. Now they had a line coming from outside of people waiting to pay. Jin wasn't going to wait
in these heels outside for a whole hour4. No way.

"He's still not on the list."

"Please" gasped the blond with sad eyes. Jimin gave him his best puppy face, pouting his lips
making him as innocent as an abandoned kitten. The guard looked at him sternly but soon changed
his expression when Jimin came even closer. Jin was embarrassed, to say the least. Did they really
want to go in there that bad?

After a few long minutes of insistence and the hard stares of people who had been waiting for hours
in line, the two of them were already inside.

The blond dragged his friend along the crowded disco. It was too big. The ceiling rose to the
highest of the top. It seemed to be an edifice rebuilt with the aesthetic of being abandoned.

The music boomed every millimetre of the floor and walls, creating a vibration accompanied by the
bodies moving from one side to the other. The Dj was on a high corner, also covered by the neon
light that bathed the rest of the dancing hybrids below.
It was difficult to move between the bodies as Jin was pushed back and forth every minute, his grip
on Jimin's hand loosening.

The lights changed colour depending on the music and the beat. From where they stood in the
distance they looked like shadows, all moving differently. It smelled of sweat, perfume and alcohol.
Smoking was not allowed inside the venue but surely drugs were circling the place.

"There they are!" exclaimed Jimin glancing at his roommate. Jin was at a loss. Neither his clothes
were comfortable nor was he mentally at peace to be here. He just had a bad feeling but he had
agreed to not let the blond go alone and spend some time with him, yet now he didn't know if he
regretted it after his last discovery.

Jimin pulled him along and they walked towards a group sitting on a round single tabled set of
black couches. Jin identified a few young boys and girls who turned to him and Jimin, following
the gaze of the tall dimpled boy who was shaking his hand at the blond.

"Hey!" exclaimed Jimin all excited. Jin greeted the boy with a smile. "This is my roommate, Jin."

It must have been Kai, judging by the familiarity with which they interacted. The alpha looked at
Jin and another smile appeared on that mouth. "Oh, I know you. Dae-Hyun's friend right? I always
see you with him."

Jin nodded not quite knowing how to act. He didn't know these people and that was weird
considering most of them came from the same high school. Jimin rattled off his thoughts.

"Are these your friends?" he asked, inviting to be introduced. Kai nodded and stepped aside for a
moment to let them sit on the couch.
Two omegas and four alphas. Four girls and two boys. The two omegas were especially attractive,
one with long blonde hair and one with curly dark hair, a brunette. Jimin sat in front of them,
dragging Jin with him. The two omega girls introduced themselves and the two roommates did the
same.

"I don't think I've seen none of you in our Major" Jin cut in as he adjusted himself on the soft
surface. Kai walked over, sitting down next to Jimin.

"They are one year older than us. I met them in the sports club," he explained flicking his wrist at
the ice-filled glass in his hands, making the colourless liquid move smoothly in circles. It looked
like it had more alcohol than any other substance mixed in.

The alphas were a bit less polite when it came to introducing themselves. Jin could almost feel the
gaze of one of the girls on him, eyes glistening as she smelled his scent. He didn't know what kind
of hybrids any of the ones here were but that seemed to be the intention, to ignore those labels.

Jimin distracted himself by explaining to Kai how they had arrived and that the cab had been very
expensive, receiving a relaxed response, with Kai explaining that during the weekend night shifts
they raised the price since it was 24-hour service.

"Omegas, right?" said one of the guys, less drunk than the rest, his shirt sweaty over his body. He
was handsome, with a shave that connected from his forehead to the back of his neck. A septum
decorated his nose.

"Here we go again, don't just ask that out of nowhere" Kai cut in, taking the glass from between the
guy's hands. Jin denied it with a soft laugh.
"No it's okay, it's not like we are ashamed of being omegas," he said taking off his jacket as his legs
felt sweaty under the stockings. The contrast between the outside and inside temperature was huge.

"He's asking to check if he can hit on you," said the other female alpha, a dangerous smile greeting
Jin. She had half of her head shaved and the rest of the hair long, with some strands of a colour
hard to determine due to the club light, which dulled the rest of the shades inside the building.

Jin glanced at the septum guy.

"You can, then" he whispered with confidence, though loud enough for the boy to hear, receiving a
satisfied reaction.

"You already got dinner for tonight, it seems" one of the omegas commented to the shaved one,
hand covering her pretty smile. Her nails were long, intricately manicured. What kind of sport did
they play with all that? "No need to haunt any omegas for the rest of the night."

"What about you?" again interjected the female alpha stretched out on the couch. The question was
directed at Jimin. The blond looked up. "I hope you choose me."

"Well-"
"Moonbyul, enough," Kai stopped her. His brow had furrowed so much that the guy didn't look like
his usual self. If Jin didn't have such a long experience with alphas he would have assumed it was
just out of respect but the dimple alpha sounded more protective than he should had. Jin decided to
let the doubt be created by the fact that he was a wolf and those were territorial with just about
everything.

"I'm not into female alphas," Jimin said oblivious to Kai's tone, adjusting his shorts as he stood up.
The fresh scent of perfume wafted across the couches but luckily he was so soaked in other scents
that Jungkook's one was just a faint wave. "I'm leaving to get a drink, you want one?"

Jin nodded, though he didn't quite know what to do. He murmured to the blond the name of the
drink he wanted, deciding to stay as he crossed his legs, settling in. The hair on the back of his neck
was sticking together from the sweat.

Jimin intervened among the dancing people, being pushed several times by alphas and betas
especially. Sometimes he would get annoyed looks for interrupting their dancing, bumping into
sweaty backs, and sometimes it was lust, with eyes trailing with every step he took. The bar was on
the other side, so his walk to it was tedious and took about two songs.

Jimin found the bar quite full, but there were a few empty seats. Two hybrids dressed in black were
working efficiently, removing glasses from the bar, washing and drying them. Behind them
stretched a long, wide shelf of alcohol bottles of all kinds. Small, large, wide, elongated. Soft drinks
and beers were hidden in coolers on the floor. As someone approached to order a bottle, it was
removed from the shelf and the bartender would pick up a few ice cubes with tongs from a bucket
next to it. Occasionally he'd add a lemon, which Jimin liked because he used it in the beer when it
was added. Other consumers would ask for a mix of something and it was surely charged by the
stirring the bartender had to do to intermingle the two or more alcoholic beverages.

Jimin waited for the guy to make eye contact with him, and with his best smile ordered him two
regular beers.
The blond sat on the stool while he waited for the worker to bring out the two bottles. Distracted,
he looked around. The bar enveloped a central column that was so tall it touched the ceiling. It was
the farthest point from the speakers which made it easier to hear people better. On one side of it, a
group of guys were laughing as they made an attempt to dance. Most of the alphas were wearing
basic formal clothing, accompanied by heavy dominating perfume and the occasional piece of
jewellery.

Jimin almost attempted to imagine how Jungkook would dress in such a place but he had promised
himself while they were in the cab he wouldn't cloud his own mind with the alpha tonight. A soft
twinge in his temple made him grit his teeth at the sudden pain. His head hurt but it was subtle
compared to the sensation when he was in the car. He could almost bet it was due to the long hours
he had slept.

The bartender brought out a martini glass and dragged out another with pineapple chunks. He
poured some liquid over the last glass and crushed the pineapple, pushing the fruit juice out of the
chunks. Jimin was distracted watching him. The hybrid was fast and seemed to know what he was
doing. A long bottle of vodka came off the shelf and the alpha poured a shot of it into the pineapple
mixture. He added another shot, this time of pineapple juice, to the combination and scooped a
considerable amount of ice from the bucket beside him, closing the glass with another metallic one.
He shook it vigorously, sound mingling with the music, being completely overpowered. The
bartender poured the now chilled liquid into the martini glass, but not before placing a tight filter
on it. The combination was like juice. It only covered half the glass and the waiter filled that up to
the top with champagne. As his last touch, he took a container of cherries out of the fridge from
which he had extracted the pineapple juice and placed one in the centre of the glass, accompanying
the gesture with a piece of pineapple clutched to the rim of the glass.

He was waiting for the bartender to give the drink to the customer and attend Jimin next, but such
was the omega's surprise when the man pushed the glass towards him. The blond darted up, eyes
wide. "A Flirtini for you."

"I didn't order this…?"

"From an alpha," said the bartender pointing his chin in a specific direction. Jimin followed his
gaze. On the far side of the round bar, a tall guy in a black shirt was looking at him. He smiled at
Jimin, even giving him a wink.

Damn.

The blond didn't think much of it and smiled, a bit shy. The drink was made in front of his eyes, so
there was nothing to worry about. He grabbed the cocktail and the beer, not before shooting another
glance at the guy watching him from the other rod. Jimin hadn't even noticed those eyes on him,
but the surprise had been pleasant.

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After a wild walk back, he returned to the table through pushes and shoves. Jimin had to shout a
few times to be let through.

"Here you are!" exclaimed Jin as he tapped the seat next to him, looking engaged in a conversation
as Jimin stepped into the space between the table and the couch, plopping on the sofa.

"It's packed, I know," blurted Kai, full glass in hand. Jimin noticed there were fewer people than
before. The alphas were missing.

"They left to dance," said one of the omegas, the blonde specifically. They must have chatted a lot
while Jimin was away because Jin looked much more relaxed, and there seemed to be a less
awkward vibe around the table. The girl eyed the drink in Jimin's hand. "Never tried that one. What
is it?"

Jin only just noticed the drink after taking the cold beer from his friend's hands. "What's that
supposed to be?"

"I didn't even know the name till the bartender told me," Jimin replied, just as lost as them, and
lifted the drink to his lips to test the taste. The pineapple juice softened the expectant bitterness. It
was good.
"Then how the fuck did you ask for it?" chuckled Jin incredulously, taking the martini glass from
his hands to taste it. His reaction was even more positive than Jimin's.

"An alpha invited me..." finally muttered the bunny at the silence and the eight expectant eyes on
him. The two omegas were quite surprised, one of them covering her mouth.

"You won't have any problem finding a good fuck tonight then. Mission accomplished, right?"
fooled the blonde one. Jimin blinked at her, confused. Then it clicked, and he turned to his
roommate.

"You told them my plan?" he said, mortified. Jin shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not like you came here to pray."

This bitch.

"You are so pretty, makes sense. What's your type, though? I know a few guys here so I might help
you form an orgy for tonight," interjected the brunette girl. Her statement sounded crazy, but
something told Jimin she wasn't joking. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she blinked, caressing her
cheeks for a microsecond. Jimin took another sip under Kai's odd gaze and Jin's comical one.

"I personally like slim guys, a bit tanned too," interrupted his roommate, letting the bottle rest on
the glass table. He crossed his long legs. "Fluffy dark hair and feline gaze. Ah, and green eyes, of
course. A few moles and a long nose."

Jimin had to hide his gasp because why the fuck was he describing Taehyung?

"That sounds quite specific", Kai muttered with a chuckle, though he kept glancing at Jimin,
expecting an answer, yet the omega beside him was now even more invested in the convo.

"Are your preferences from an ex? You definitely had someone in mind while describing that," she
giggled, tossing her bangs to the side. The girl beside her seemed to agree as she mimicked the
gesture and crossed her legs. Both wore revealing clothes, similar in style to Jimin. The only
difference was that they looked elegant, and Jimin looked like one of the workers from the club.
His father would have been crying if he had seen him like that.

Jin allowed himself to think with a long and loud mmm.

"His fuck buddy", Jimin replied with a smile, as if he hadn't just blurted out something that could
sink his roommate's existence. Jin agreed with that because he shot him a murderous look. The
alcohol hadn't clouded all his senses, apparently.

"Oh? Who are you fucking? Is he from our uni?" the blonde questioned, eyes wide open to catch
the new info. Jimin could bet his life that it would reach even the newspapers if she found out the
truth.

"No", Jin answered immediately. He sounded unconvinced, and the girl noticed that.
"Oh, come on. You can tell me or just give me more details to guess who it is. I know everyone in
this city."

Jin was shitting his pants, judging from the tight smile on his lips. He emptied the beer in a single
chug.

"Are you fucking a taken guy? Why so secretive?" insisted the other omega.

Not only were they both at the same uni as the alpha, but Kai, who was next to them, was an even
closer classmate. Taehyung maybe wasn't a unique name, but Kim Taehyung was. He stood out a
lot, judging by his instagram account. It was another kind of rich kid energy.

"I'm not doing this", Jin confessed, now filling a glass from the cristal bottle they all shared. You
could barely make out his face in the bluish neon darkness that flickered to the beat of the music.
The curly-haired omega fiddled with a lock of hair for quite a while, eyes locked on Jin, unable to
extinguish the flame of her curiosity.

"It can't be Jungkook, right?"

The question fell like the last drop in a glass before overflowing, and the table fell silent.
Jimin tensed up. Why was Jungkook everywhere? If it wasn't his presence, it was his mind or his
name, and if it wasn't his name, it was his actions.

"Who's that?" he blatantly blurted out, and all eight eyes moved towards him, shock in every single
one of them.

Regret poured down his head as soon as he closed his lips. Great, now Jimin looked like an idiot.

"He's literally in our class," stated Kai a bit weirded out, accompanied by Jin's shocked face. Why
do you pretend not to know him? said his darkly lidded eyes.

"I didn't notice", insisted Jimin. Oh God, someone had to stop him before digging his own grave.

The two omegas on the other side had taken it more as an offence than anything else. Jimin was
already lamenting his last rushed decision and just wanted to deflect the subject from Jin, though
now his friend didn't appear very grateful.

"No way in hell you dont know who Jeon is. Even the oldest students here know about him."

"Duh."
Jimin had to suppress the groan that escaped him when Jin subtly -almost broke a bone there-
nudged him in the rib.

"Nah, he's just a bit tipsy. That drink was loaded, mm?" smiled Jin forcibly, as if he wasn't the one
getting more alcohol than blood in his veins. Jimin squeezed his ass to press out another smile and
bent down to get another drink from the big bottle. Jin waved for one. His was already empty.

"I was just joking haha."

He looked silly.

"Thought so," Kai said, getting back on topic. The alpha tossed a few strands back from the sweat
covering his forehead. "You must have interacted with him at some point. It's been a month or so."

"Jimin isn't in his omega harem, that's why," one of the girls stated with a grin, eyeing the bunny
from head to toe. Jimin was thankful he didn't smell so much like Jungkook tonight because he
would have been interrogated in a dark room with a flashlight burning his eyes if so. Possessed by
curiosity, he let his lips move on their own.

"Omega harem?" he took a good swig.

"Of course you don't know about it", replied the blonde, confident.
The truth was that Jimin was well aware of that harem. But it didn't hurt to get more information.
His inner omega wasn't on the same page about that, though.

"It's a very weird ritual he has going on. He treats them like objects." Kai explained.

Woah. Jimin almost wanted to kiss the alpha for being a little ray of sunshine in that dark world
called university. Prototype husband, no doubt.

"Oh, please. No one is being forced there," the blonde omega disagreed. Jimin didn't want to know
why. The answer was already on a platter. "I loved every minute of it."

He didn't know why, but his stomach knotted. Jimin swallowed down the trail of saliva caught in
his throat. The sudden heavy feeling in his chest dropped like a rock with the mere awareness that
that omega had shared fluids with Jungkook.

"Isn't he at the age of having a fiancée, though? He's a Jeon after all," Kai muttered, folding his
arms.

"I think he is, but I haven't seen anything on the news. It doesn't matter anyway. Everyone knows
Jungkook isn't a one omega guy. There's no way he will stick to one hole," the blonde explained.
She fiddled with her hair again. "Which I'm glad because imagine having all that for yourself? I'd
be so jealous. Rich and pampered."

"Define pampered", whispered Jin.

I think he is. Jimin was still stuck there. He went back to drinking as if he hadn't had access to any
liquid in years.

"Is the rumour true?" muttered his roommate, curiously replicating the omega's thoughts. Jimin
wasn't ready to hear more about the university demon. The blonde understood the alpha's curious
look, and she grinned.

"Oh, it definitely is. I already had it, but she didn't believe me," she pointed to the other girl. "Till
the welcoming party this year."

The welcoming party. That was the night Jungkook made his first attack and came millimetres
away from crushing Jimin's neck.

The brunette punched her in the arm, playful. Jimin was... lost. "What rumour?"

The two looked at each other for an instant, and the short-haired one smiled. "He has two dicks."

That same night he had fucked an omega. That same night Jungkook had made Jimin walk out of
the frat house with a panic attack and watery eyes.

The sensation of the two heavy limbs against his ass flashed on his skin, and Jimin swallowed his
thoughts again, taking a long, slow gulp to bring down the rising heat. All this was pathetic.
"How was the experience? Can you walk?" asked Jin suddenly, this time amused. Jimin glanced at
him in shock as he watched the tall omega refill his -third?- glass and gulp half of it. The blonde
chewed on his lip.

"Very rough, but you feel so full impaled on his dicks that the rest of the week you feel empty."

What the actual fuck.

That sounded more like a threat than a hot fact. Jimin chugged on the rest of the glass just to avoid
imagining it.

"Are we seriously discussing this?" Poor Kai looked traumatised. No alpha wanted to hear about
another one's dick. But Jimin was more done with the conversation than him.

"I'm getting another one," said, getting up suddenly. He didn't want to hear any more.

"Oh, then bring more of this", interjected one of the girls, pointing to one of the glass bottles. Jimin
simply nodded and walked away under Kai's curious eyes while the omegas continued to chatter
behind him, recounting their stupid adventure with Jungkook as if it was an accomplishment. They
were clearly brainwashed, but Jimin acted as if he wasn't too. The worst part was that he didn't feel
controlled, he was still himself, but his instinctive side had most of the control now.

He reached the bar more easily this time, following an emptier path than last time. Jimin knocked
on wood as he was close enough. The bartender from earlier saw him and approached.
"Did you like it?" he said loud enough to be heard. Under the loud bass boosted music, one couldn't
even hear their own thoughts. Jimin nodded.

"I'm actually here to have another one" he replied as he settled at the bar, sitting on the stool to be
on the same level as the bartender. "Tell that alpha he has good taste if you see him."

The bartender chuckled softly and walked away to make the same drink again. Jimin sank in his
seat, this time letting his eyes wander over the dark wave of people behind him. Heads bouncing
and voices chanting in unison with whatever was booming over the speakers. The occasional alpha
who noticed his gaze turned to him from afar, licking his lips hungrily. Jimin didn't return the
gesture, he simply ignored them. He wasn't attracted to them enough, but the dude from before did
have what it took. Jimin hadn't been able to appreciate his appearance well enough before, but the
alpha did pick his interest.

"How the fuck did you get through all this?" asked Jin from behind, coming in dragging, all sweaty
with his clothes a mess from the pushing of bodies, without a jacket. Jimin blinked.

"What are you doing here?"

"Came to get a drink but I regret it. It feels like someone beat the shit out of me just now" sighed
the omega taking over the seat next to the bunny. Jimin moved aside to give him space. The
bartender saw Jin sit down and approached, asking what he wanted. "Give me the same as him"
The same gentle smile was given to Jin and the alpha walked away in quick steps to get more ice.
Jin ran over his whole body from behind. "Is being hot a requirement on this place?"
"Seems like it" Jimin muttered also eyeing the club employee, who was now crushing the pineapple
in the alcohol. Jin glanced at the blond for a few seconds.

"I'm starting to think you are simply dumb."

"Excuse me?" Jimin turned to him, petrified. "Unprovoked?"

"Nah, why did you say he's my fuck buddy? Those two are clearly working for the FBI"

"You literally described him."

"That's still a very general description. There are tons of guys that look like him" Jin pushed his
bangs to the side. "And then you had to make it worse by acting dumb about Jungkook."

Jimin rolled his eyes.

"She was going to take that info out of you. I just wanted to fix my mistake. Calm down."

Jin fell silent. The bartender returned in that interval with the glasses, dragging them over the wood
until they were within reach.
"Why does everyone think I'm fucking that disgusting asshole?" sighed the frustrated omega. "First
you and now them. I mean, I'm glad people think I'm pretty enough to be one of his bitches but I'm
not suicidal."

"Those two are" Jimin spat with a sour tone he didn't know he had, taking a sip to sweeten the
shady thoughts invading his head.

"They seem fine to me though" commented Jin, repeating the same action. "Poor holes"

Oh God.

The two of them fell into a silence filled with mixed music and voices. They looked like two
depressed hags.

"Don't you feel weird?"

Jimin glanced at his friend, lost. The alcohol was already grazing him. "What are you talking
about?"

But it was so damn obvious, Jin thought. If he couldn't control the bunny without venom there was
only one option.
"The alcohol, it's already hitting me" he lied. Jin didn't want to invade the blond's calm thoughts
with stupid theories that would only help to depress the poor bunny.

"That's your fifth drink..." Jimin replied, still lost for a second, red lips parted. "Anyone you are
interested in?"

Jin's response was fast. "Ken's friend."

"Kai" corrected Jimin with a chuckle. "It's the simplest name ever, for fuck's sake."

Jin swirled the martini glass in circles, watching the cherry inside dance in the centre. "I hope you
are aware he wants to fuck you."

"He doesn't."

"There's a limit for your oblivious ass."

The blond groaned. "Fine. Even if he wanted I'm not interested."

"Why not? He's almost a stranger to you. No attachment to worry about" The two stared at each
other for quite a while while the waiter was in front busy drying and pouring drinks.
"I wanna dance" Jimin announced finishing his in one gulp and slamming it back on the table,
ignoring the last comment.

"I think I drank too fast" sighed Jin clutching the bridge of his nose, Taehyung did that when he had
too much tension built up and it had rubbed off on him.

"You chugged three large glasses and a beer since we came here." Jimin touched the other omega's
cheek gently, feeling the warm contact on his palm as he did so. "Didn't even eat much before
drinking, of course you would get drunk faster."

"Listen, I love you but that sandwich you did was absolute trash" Jin commented feeling his own
face. Indeed, it felt hot and his head seemed heavy.

Jimin looked at him in disbelief, almost choking on his own saliva. "Ham and cheese is now
disgusting?"

"Gluten-free cheese" the omega corrected him, a grimace of disgust on his face. "I admire you for
all that sudden healthy eating but don't involve me. I love me some fat and happiness"

"I can't believe we are having this conversation in the middle of a club" muttered Jimin bringing the
cup to his lips.

"Just don't let it happen again" countered Jin with a wink that looked more like a twitch because of
how dizzy he was. Jimin glared at him.
"What happened to the Jin I met the first day? You are so rude lately."

The omega giggled. "That's just my facade to make friends. You ain't getting a refund any time
soon so suck it up."

Jimin simply shook his head, unable to contain the smile that escaped from the corner of his lips.
Honestly after the fiasco of his suspicion, he couldn't help but feel more appreciatively of his
roommate, even if the boy was fucking the villain's partner in crime.

His eyes went over the crowd behind the seats again. A soft gasp vibrated through his chest as he
saw the alpha from before. The man in question was chatting with some other guy, black shirt and
tattoos making him outshine the rest of hybrids. Jimin felt the sudden need to join the dancing
crowd.

Completely forgetting about the bottle he had to bring to Kai's friends, Jimin stepped off the stool
after swiping the digital credit card through the dataphone. He tossed the blond strands back and
adjusted his shirt under Jin's watchful eye. "I'm out."

"Already? Wait for me"

“No” was his immediate reply as revenge for the comment on his sandwich - not really -, walking
without looking back into the gathering. His body was soon absorbed within seconds by the
thrusting hips and backs. At his size, Jimin looked like he'd wandered into a forest. Few people
were shorter than him. The next song to hit the dance floor was more playful and as if he had never
heard it in his life, Jimin felt the high and let himself go.

The flickering neon lights blinded the omega, but every time it flashed on people's faces he could
see how they piped the lyrics of the song glancing around, encouraging each other to dance. Jimin
followed his own rhythm and swayed his body, keeping his own beat in tune with the music.

It stopped as he felt a hand behind him and Jimin turned, meeting Jin.

"And you have the audacity to say I'm the rude one here" exclaimed the predator a few inches from
his face, almost yelling, sticking his lips on the other boy's ear. "I drank that shit so fast my throat
hurts now" he replied with another yelp.

Jimin pulled him further into the mass of people. The two broke into song as if to summon
something, their bodies moving on their own to the mesmerizing music of the place. The song was
so loud that nothing but it could be heard. Jimin's brain was empty, thoughts mute to the invading
bass on his eardrums.
 ─────── ·Ⅶ· ───────

Time passed, and Jin soon made eye contact with Kai's shaved friend. His septum shone in the dark
and the dude gifted him an inviting stare. Jin instantly started making faces at the alpha like a cat in
heat. Jimin couldn't help giggling and almost collapsed on the floor with a shaking body.

The guy approached slowly, dancing to make his quick steps towards the omega subtle. He glanced
at Jimin for a second but Jimin went lost behind a few hybrids, not wanting to interrupt whatever
was going to happen between them.

However, the bunny collided with a hard wall and turned to apologize, though his voice stifled as
he saw Kai staring at him with wide eyes, taking in every detail of the omega's face.

"Weren't you on the couch?" chuckled Jimin, finding funny the random encounter. Kai shrugged,
slowly letting himself get swept up in the rhythm.
"You took your time with that drink so I assumed you went dancing" he shouted in the blond's ear.
The alpha's lips were so close to Jimin's skin that they ran soft shivers through his body. Kai wasn't
invasive though, he kept his distance from the rest of Jimin's body. "It's not hard to find you
through all these hybrids" The warm gaze made the omega blush a little and automatically a sharp
stab in his skull drilled into his temple. Jimin looked down as if he had lost something, eyes blurry
from the sudden pain, but Kai lifted his chin.

He blinked a few times, gaining clear vision. Ignoring the cold sensation he related to the alcohol,
Jimin approached the alpha and let himself go. The two moved in unison, mirroring the rhythm as
everyone else did. Jimin shot a fast glance at his roommate who was now dancing with a different
guy. He had quite a crowd watching him with noisy laughs. Kai's friend, the shaved handsome one,
was still in that group. The tall alpha came up to kiss Jin in front of everyone, suddenly. Loud
teasing cheers filled the place as the omega gave in reciprocating the affection and opened his
mouth. Jimin glimpsed something wasn't right, because the alpha spread the boy's lips even wider
and pushed something white with the wet muscle inside the boy's mouth.

"What-" Jimin whispered to himself, trying to get closer to his friend as he saw him gulping down
something solid. His arm was pulled back though, and Kai was already pressing the bunny against
his body, getting bold.

"Just stay with me for tonight" he murmured in Jimin's ear, oblivious to what the omega had
witnessed. Jimin didn't resist much and gave up, letting himself fall against the hard body,
surrendering to the warmth of the alpha's touch. "I couldn't get this opportunity the whole week."

"Your friend..." he whispered into the air, eyes never leaving Jin. His roommate didn't seem
affected by what he had just swallowed but the problem relied on the fact that Jimin didn't know
what Jin had just consumed. Luckily the alcohol only had him a little groggy, but Jin had gotten
drunk too fast and on top of that he drank on an almost empty stomach.

As if nothing had happened, his friend kept dancing and others joined. The omega had several
hands around him, caressing every curve of his body shamelessly. One on his chest and one on his
ass. Kai's friend trapped Jin against his body, keeping the omega all to himself. The two rubbed
against each other as if they were alone, ignoring the many eyes watching. It was uncomfortably
erotic the way the alpha rubbed his crotch against Jin in a rhythmic back and forth.
Jimin's attention was stolen by the sensation of others staring at him. The blond glanced around and
noticed, like a lost prey in the middle of the night, the presence of many glowing eyes in the
darkness, a desire so strongly written in their gazes that it was hard to pretend not to notice it. Kai
grabbed the thin waist to pull the omega even tighter against him. Jimin closed his eyes once again,
trying to focus on the main task. What was the task for tonight, again? His mind was blank and
guard down. The phone tucked in his back pocket bulged against Kai. Meanwhile, the music
thundered in his eardrums like a seductive melody.

The sensation of yet another hand on his body made the blond snap open his eyes and couldn't help
but bite his lips as he was met with the alpha in the black shirt pressed against him from the front.

The dude's face was more clear this time. A man in his late 40s or early 30s at least, visibly alpha
by his powerful presence. A stubble of beard peeked out from his chin, accompanied by slight
wrinkles on the sides of his eyes that made the man look mature and sensual. Jimin had no daddy
issues but age mattered little to him. Now tucked into a sandwich, he reached up with his hands to
touch the alpha's chest, resting his fingers on the stranger's hard pecs. The alpha's candid look
turned fierce at the growl coming from behind the omega. Kai tried to push Jimin away from the
new competence's grasp, scent getting sourer by each passing second, but was instead dragged to
the ground by another hand behind.

The alpha was pushed away from Jimin and the latter turned, startled. Another taller guy was
already positioning himself in Kai's place, grabbing the bunny's waist against the other man's,
leaving Jimin sandwiched again, this time forcedly. The short boy didn't get a good look at the new
dude's face but the random alpha smelled of alcohol, way too much, and was clearly drunk. He
pushed his crotch against Jimin's ass, almost trying to penetrate the blond under the fabric. Even
though he couldn't move between the hard bodies, Jimin tried to push the dude away,
uncomfortable. He didn't even know what the drunk guy looked like and the shameless guy already
was confident in having the omega all to himself.

The dilf grunted as he noticed the other alpha's dominance against his and squeezed the bunny's
waist even tighter towards his own body. Jimin needed to leave. This was scaring him and both of
them clearly didn't give two fucks about his opinion on the constant push and pull that was going
on. The two were clearly predators fighting for territory and that meant only one thing.
It didn't take long for it to happen. The man trapped Jimin against his wide chest and shoved the
other alpha's shoulder behind the omega, with an enraged growl. His fangs were visible, eyes
turning a different shade. Several people turned to look at them and Jimin was horrified as he was
shoved out of the melee. The man punched the drunk dude right in front of the omega who with
wide eyes witnessed the violence at his expense.

A mass of people formed around, several bodies pushing the omega into the altercation as the prize
to be won. Scared, Jimin glanced around for his friend, eyes darting from one place to another.
Jimin spotted the omega walking towards the bathroom with the shaved alpha, holding hands. Jin's
head could be seen from how tall he was, heading towards the blue doors from which the only clear
light in the place was coming from.

Cheers and murmurs flooded the club when Kai jumped into the fight as well. Jimin panicked, fear
getting hold of his mind. He couldn't see it before but Kai's eyes were red and Jimin had only
noticed now that he had a clear image of the alpha. The wolf hybrid looked dazed but angry. The
last predator to approach the dispute was knocked to the ground with a single punch and the older
man went straight for Kai. Jimin didn't want to see the scene and slipped away to the bathrooms in
search of quiet space.

Struggling through the dense crowd of people witnessing the fight, he reached the doors with weak
legs, still tormented by the sensation of the two bodies against his own. Now that he was away it
made him feel strange. Guilty.

Jimin finally pushed open the door with trembling hands, finding himself in a hallway of white
light. There were few hybrids and most were lined up smoking or chatting, waiting for someone.
Others were checking themselves in the mirror. Jimin stood still for a second as he made eye
contact with one of the standing girls. People were lying in the corner and the gurgling of vomit
could be heard inside the toilets. Ignoring the babbling girls, Jimin walked into the omegas section.

Right in front of the mirror, a few omegas were touching up their makeup. Some were redoing their
lipstick, others giving another layer to their eyelashes and another bunch their messy hair. Jimin
peeked at each door, not understanding where Jin had gone. Was he inside the alphas' bathroom?
Going in there was like walking into the lion's den.

After noticing how some omegas glanced at him strangely, standing there watching them, Jimin
approached the mirror to look at himself. His face was a little red, but the makeup was intact. His
hair was a mess though, as was his now wrinkled top.

Jimin looked small in the huge bathroom and he felt even fragile after what happened. The shock
over Kai's attitude still ghosted his mind, though he wanted to blame it on the alcohol and whatever
the wolf hybrid had taken. Regardless, Kai was still the most decent guy in town, but he simply
wasn't what Jimin's omega was looking for.

The man in the black shirt did draw a gasp from Jimin. The omega couldn't deny the attraction to
the older alpha but he didn't want to be involved in a dispute. All his plans for the night had been
crushed. There was no way he was going back to that mess. The blond glanced at the phone screen.
It had been about three hours since they'd left the university.

Jimin sighed as he adjusted his shorts.

The group of omegas surrounding the mirror walked away, leaving him alone. There were still
people in the cubicles. Jimin plopped down on the surface of the sink. He wasn't drunk enough and
that was good. But he needed to get some air.

Jimin walked out of the doors, giving up on looking for Jin, not wanting to interrupt his roommate's
night. With hesitant steps, the omega returned to the dance area through the same door he came out
of.

He could barely see anything between the tall bodies that squeezed his, making it difficult to pass.
Cheers could be heard that he assumed were coming from the fight and people were enraptured,
adding fuel to the fire without a care in the world. Jimin this time avoided that part and headed to
the end of the long wall that ended in a gate in the opposite direction to the exit. The area around
him was empty due to the remoteness of the speakers and the bar. He pushed against the metal
surface. It was thick but light, so Jimin had no complication in opening it.

Darkness was the first thing that greeted him, along with the temperature shock of the street. It was
chilly but so warm that he couldn't react to it in the usual way. Jimin leaned against the wall and
dropped the weight of his head against it, eyes closed as he took a breath.

The back was empty. His only company were the garbage bags piled up beside him and cigarette
butts littering the dirty ground, some crushed and some not so much.

The omega took another breath of air.

"There you are" was heard behind. Jimin shifted around at the sudden voice, but his expression
changed when he saw the alpha. As if summoned, the man in the black shirt was standing there
with a bloody fist.

Fuck.

The blond didn't know how to react as his body immediately shut down. The smell of alpha washed
invaded his nostrils and soon he knew the man had won the dispute. Normally he would have tried
to get away, but he couldn't move a muscle. Danger warned an obligation not to provoke whoever
this man was.

Jimin took a step back as he stood and the alpha soon had the bunny against the cold wall. A shriek
escaped the omega's lips. The smell of alpha musk infested his lungs and Jimin spread his legs at
the sudden thrust, unconsciously letting the man drive his knee into the space in between. A few
seconds later he was trapped against the two hard surfaces, one of them with scalding and vivid
energy, trapped under the huge predatory mass. His breath was heavy against Jimin's neck.
"Such a pretty little thing" whispered the guy stamping his crotch against Jimin's. The blond tried to
push the humongous body away, feeling overwhelmed by the scent the predator was releasing.

"Stop" he whispered in hysteria, hands trembling against the guy. But that only goaded the alpha
even more. He licked the thin milky neck as if to prepare the skin to sink his sharp teeth in. The
inner omega was horrified as Jimin resisted, trying to push the alpha off again and again but it was
no use.

Jimin's breath caught in his throat as he felt fingers gripping the edge of his shorts. The omega
gritted his teeth in fright, eyes widening in horror.

No no no no.

He kicked multiple times but all Jimin got instead was a hard kiss that started with a clash of teeth,
due to his resistance, which soon led to the disgusting tongue invading his body. It was awful. It felt
rancid, insipid and unnecessarily wet. The sound of saliva mingling revolted him so much that the
bunny wanted to puke. Jimin pushed his face away from the man's, tears threatening to appear.
"Please stop!"

"How can I, having a whole ripe omega cunt all to myself?" the man whispered graciously, clearly
proud of having caught Jimin. The blond felt his knees wobble as, with a single tug, his pants were
on the floor next to his underwear. Tears pooled over his eyelashes. "I'll rip open that little womb."

Alert ran through his veins and soon his ears a rigid loud ringing took over his eardrums.
Jimin's vision blurred and he let out a shriek at the intrusion of a dry thick finger into his naked
hole. He screamed, resisted, he did everything, but nothing helped. There was way too much
alcohol in his blood, which might not have been enough to drunken the omega, but did slow his
brain. The poor bunny's actions seemed to go in slow motion.

His mouth was forced open and again he had to endure the disgusting wet kiss mixed with a clash
of teeth. Jimin broke into tears as the finger inside his body was joined by another one. The dry
stretching sensation stung his muscle and his body went rigid out of fear. He wasn't lubricated,
there was no slick. It hurt. If Jimin kept being torn apart he was going to have his hole ripped.

"Please stop. I don't want to do this. Please" pleaded Jimin with wetness in his eyes but his prayers
were mute in the alpha's ears. The sensation of the two fingers crawling in and out of his body
churned every last cell of his skin. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to go through this. He
didn't deserve none of this bad luck.

Jimin gritted his teeth with a sob.

He regretted going out. He should have stayed at the dorms.

The brute alpha who was now devouring his mouth suddenly froze. A sharp blow to the back of his
head staggered him and Jimin watched in horror, pants pulled down naked, as a shadow stood in
front of him crushing the alpha's head to a purple. Blood gushed to the ground in a subtle crack.
The thump came like the sudden braking of a car. It was an empty, cold sound. Thousands of pieces
scattered echoing around the corner of an exit. Jimin narrowed his eyes as he felt a dense red dot on
his arm, the pressure on his body now light as an untied knot.

The man stared at the omega wide-eyed, pale with a trickle of blood gurgling from him from the
hit. It took a second for him to drop like a dead weight to the ground.
Then Jimin saw him.

Dressed in nothing but a black leather jacket and jeans, Jungkook was standing there with an open
glass bottle in his hands. His presence was cold, with a lit cigarette between his lips. The black of
his eyes had intermingled with the darkness of the night.

Jimin fell to the ground petrified.

What was he doing here?

The snake hybrid didn't look at him, all his attention was on the alpha lying on the ground who now
seemed more enraged than ever. Jungkook didn't even let him get up and jumped on top of the
predator like an eagle towards his prey.

Jimin bit his quivering lip, blurry eyes taking in the scene in front of him. Jungkook smashed the
alpha's face at a brutal pace that left no room to breathe or rest, deaf cold sounds of the face muscle
being torn apart by his bare hands resonating through the two walls of the narrow dark street.
Though taller than Jungkook, the snake hybrid overpowered the alpha with ease. Hard, clenched
fists crashed against the man's jaw bone. The sound was unpleasant and it got to a point where only
the man's moans of pain could be heard against Jungkook's lethal blows.

He beat the dude nonstop, a clear hard rage consuming the snake hybrid's cold eyes. Blood gushed
from the lying alpha's face, his eyebrow was already split with his lips and his cheekbone was open
from the glass. The image was gory.
However, Jungkook wasn't finished. He was still on top of the man like a killing machine. His
brutal punches were punishing, fast and sharp. The intention behind the heavy blows didn't seem to
be to hurt but to kill.

Trapping the man between his legs, Jungkook rested his hand over one of the guy's eyes, stretching
both eyelids efficiently. The man's eyeball twitched from side to side, panic visible in his body as
he convulsed in panic. Jungkook pulled the lit cigarette from his mouth and, in one simple motion,
jabbed the burning part into the man's retina.

The scream rumbled every inch of the omega's skin and Jimin cowered in fear. The sound of the
eye being burned was all he could hear as the alpha couldn't react with Jungkook's weight crippling
any attempt. The predator stirred on the ground with the charred vision now closed, quivering lips
decorating the swollen bloody and half disfigured face he now held.

Jungkook suddenly stood up, taking a step back and, without taking his impenetrable gaze off the
other tortured alpha, stamped his sole against the other's crotch. He kicked hard at the man's
covered dick, making him crumple in pain, threads of blood spurting from his mouth with every
breath he took. A stream of tears flowed from his closed eye, the pain still fresh.

The blond felt dread as Jungkook turned toward him and black eyes pierced his. The snake hybrid
was meters away from Jimin and the aura felt dense, filled with loathing. The omega swallowed
down his cold saliva as shivers took over his body. The chilliness hit his private parts, now
awakening his skin after the effect of the shock.

He didn't know what to say or how to react, but was afraid. The alpha was still lying on the cold
ground writhing and Jungkook standing there, looking at Jimin with an indecipherable expression.

"Get up" he whispered firmly, breaking the silence of the street. All that dinged was Jimin's loud
heartbeat and the booming of the speakers inside. The blond gasped, trembling. Glancing up from
beneath the shield of his lashes, the omega's eyes immediately fell to the ground. He couldn't keep
eye contact with Jungkook. He felt small and helpless in his current position.

"Why are you here" the omega managed to push from his vocal cords, voice a second apart from
breaking into a sob, on the verge of crying inconsolably. His face was soaked with tears from the
terror he had just endured.

Yet Jungkook ignored him. "Get up."

Jimin looked down at the ground. "No. Leave me alone."

He wasn't going to give in so easily.

His decision was clearly the wrong one because Jungkook's heavy sigh came almost as a growl. His
fury could be felt from meters away and Jimin was the target. As always.

"I'm done with this bullshit" the snake hybrid muttered with a click of his tongue.

Jimin let out a shriek. His body was rudely lifted upwards in one swift movement. He slapped
Jungkook on the back, mortified. His pants hung around his ankles, ass exposed.

Jungkook didn't even flinch, continuing to walk to the outside of the street, footsteps accompanied
by Jimin's shouts and complaints.
His thick boots echoed against the asphalt of the street, starring in the silence of the city with the
complaints of the omega. There wasn't a single soul outside.

The blond noticed how they suddenly stopped and he was lowered like a sack of potatoes, his ass
hitting the cold ground to the point where he felt a twinge of pain. Jimin glanced up, confused. His
eyes were red from crying. He looked a mess, with a now even more wrinkled crop top, dick
exposed and marks on his delicate skin. Seeing them only infuriated Jungkook even more, who
seemed to be holding back the rage boiling in his gaze. The alpha was a ticking time bomb right
now.

"Get in the car."

If normally his voice sounded cold, now it sounded like a whip over Jimin's skin. Not a single
emotion peeked through that tone. His dark gaze was like hot lava, burning every inch of Jimin's
skin in his retinas as if he wanted to eat it with his eyes.

Jimin refused and shrank into his own body, but Jungkook wasn't having it. His hand grabbed
several thick strands of the blond hair and forced the boy, who whimpered in pain, to stand up until
he was leaning against the car door.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" sobbed Jimin tearfully, his resistance soon crumbling at the
coldness with which he was being treated. "Why are you even angry?"

He looked pathetic, all naked with messy makeup, intermingled mascara running down his cheeks
and puffy lips. Jimin tried to pull on his shorts as best he could, trying to regain some of his dignity.
His pride was already on the ground anyways.

However, none of that was enough against Jungkook's harsh chastising gaze. His hard face with
glinting dark eyes was an unnerving picture. "Get in the car."
Patience running low, the alpha grabbed the crop top's collar until he almost burst the straps and
pulled the blond until he forced the boy to move, his punishing grip on the omega's skin as he
steered him to the seat. Jimin resisted, trying to regain control but nothing would do. He looked like
a piece of paper against the snake hybrid's hands as Jungkook aggressively opened the door and
forced the blond inside.

Jimin pushed out refusing to be pulled inside, but his body was trapped between the car seat and
Jungkook's arms belted around both sides. "Get in the fucking car while I'm still being nice."

Enraged with a mix of fear and frustration, Jimin bit the alpha's arm hard until blood gurgled from
the busted skin, searching for some flinch in the predator's body that would allow him to escape,
but Jungkook was still, as if the pain was only imaginary.

Jimin pulled back as the arm under his fangs tightened and his neck was encircled against the seat,
hard cold fingers like a sizzling belt that denied any oxygen to his lungs. "If I say get in the car..."
growled Jungkook in anger, tiny black dots staining his sclera as his sharp fangs gleamed hungrily.
"...you get in the fucking car."

Jimin choked on his breathing for a second, noticing the force threatening to gnaw at his neck. The
alpha in front of him seemed about to shift to a snake and that was the last thing he needed.
Surrendered, he stopped resisting, dropping the weight of his back onto the seat. Jungkook closed
the door behind him with a loud slam and went to the other seat of the luxurious black car.

In those few seconds, Jimin didn't even attempt to open the door and escape. He was too tired to
resist any longer. There was a limit where the rational side of his brain felt Jungkook was going to
be able to bend his neck or hit him as hard as the alpha they had left lying in the alley of the club,
yet his inner omega was currently depressed for angering the snake hybrid but convinced Jungkook
would never go too far.
The alpha closed the door and started the car. The entire vehicle vibrated softly and blue neon lights
came on at the edges of the interior. A screen lit up, displaying the GPS among other applications.
Jungkook was silent and Jimin stared at his profile in the darkness. It was late at night and here he
was, haunting Jimin's life. He stared at the snake hybrid. Under the leather jacket, he wore nothing,
the relief of his abs visible in his profile. The alpha had clearly come in a rush. The omega lowered
his gaze to his lap as the car already began to move.

"You followed me" Jimin murmured after an eternal quietness in which only his tears could be
heard falling against his bare thigh. He didn't even have his shorts buttoned. The muscle of his hole
was still stinging. Jimin hadn't expected the snake hybrid to follow him at this hour of the morning.
They had no contact since the poisoning. Why was he now here?

Jungkook remained silent till he didn't.

"I keep giving you chances," he muttered almost in disdain, but his face was still icy looking
straight ahead.

Jimin had considered attacking him now but he was too scared. He knew Jungkook didn't have him
tied up because the alpha could deal with him even while driving. Yet, he still snapped. "Chances?
Do you mean groping and poisoning me as revenge? I don't want chances to be your whore, I want
you to leave me alone!"

Jungkook ignored the omega, continuing the damned sermon Jimin didn't want to hear. "But
nothing, you are so dumb you can't even learn to give up" The alpha began to tap his fingers and
the air thickened. Soft shivers climbed the blond's arm and he shrank back, eyes on the road. Jimin
had a bad feeling but his pride was taking control over his mind, fighting back his inner animal.
The bunny turned to the alpha in disbelief. "Oh I'm so sorry, alpha predator!" he said falsely, trying
to sound as annoying as possible. "Sorry I don't want to be one of your whores?"

Jungkook kept tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, this time the pace faster. "Always covered
in another alpha's scent."

Jimin gritted his teeth. "There's plenty of holes for you to fuck. Plenty for you to control and build
your psycho harem" snarled angrily, though his voice was muffled now. The car continued to go in
a straight direction, trees passing ephemerally by the window's view. "Yet you are obsessed with
me. You don't even like me, you just want to own everything. Can't even go a week without fucking
someone."

The memory of the omegas talking about Jungkook came into his head and Jimin had to suppress
the strangely familiar feeling. Jungkook made a strangled sort of sound, something between an
annoyed laugh and a sigh.

"I always knew you were an attention whore but this is another level," said Jungkook, his legs even
wider, fingers pressed against the steering wheel. "Your worthless existence depends on how many
alphas you can get to mount you."

He didn't understand. The fury in Jimin turned acidic and the flush reached his chest. It was like
peeling a fruit and pulling out its seed. Why was he degraded over something he had no control
over?

Why couldn't Jungkook be kinder?

"What I'm even expecting from a bitch made to breed? You shouldn't even be in school," Jungkook
blurted out without looking at him. His aura was still as dark, fury coursing through his veins. The
harsh words were on purpose. Jungkook knew what he was doing to Jimin's head and the blond was
the only one unaware of it. "Always clinging to an alpha, presenting yourself like the worthless slut
you are."
"Enough" whined Jimin in shame. He didn't want to hear this. The blond squeezed his head
between his legs.

"What would my father even think if he saw me? I've been too nice, too forgiving, too
understanding. You deserve none of that."

He seemed to have pushed a button on Jimin because the omega was now panting with anxiety.

"Even a newborn would have gotten the memo by now" Jungkook whispered mischievously.
"Poison doesn't seem to make you learn" he continued without even glancing at the blond beside
him. "I knew preys were dumb by nature, even a rock smarter than them, but this takes the cake."

His words were like daggers in Jimin's head. His omega felt affected as if Jungkook was someone
whose opinion on Jimin mattered.

"Acting all high, thinking you deserve to have access to an education, to a degree or even be living
your life like an alpha" whispered Jungkook. His profile was raven in the neon darkness of the car.
"Not even the most spoiled omegas would dare to go against a Jeon's word. But here you are,
brainwashed into believing you are important when all you were created for is to please an alpha.
Even getting tattoos thinking that will take you a step closer to your revolutionary freedom."
Jungkook clicked his tongue. "You have no one to blame but yourself."

"This is all your fault" Jimin spat angrily, eyes on the alpha's silhouette, on the verge of screaming
in frustration. "Your obsession with me isn't my fault. It was never my fault, you just thought you
had a say in my life because your dick decided so."
"Obsessed..." scoffed Jungkook. "From the stares you give me, analyzing my clothes, my hair and
my physical appearance" he mumbled accompanied by the tapping of his fingers. "To the porn
videos you wish you were with me in them. You say I'm obsessed with you but aren't you the one
who can't stop thinking about me?"

Jimin's face heated in seconds, embarrassment gnawing at him.

No.

No way.

"Why do you know that" he whispered in terror.

Was it the venom?

He had cameras in his room?

Why did he have so much information about Jimin?

Jungkook ignored the omega's shocked expression and kept driving.

"This has to be a nightmare," Jimin whispered to himself, almost smiling from the panic crippling
him. "This has to be a fucking joke"
"No need to worry" muttered Jungkook. "I will fix you. You will learn the hard way how to be a
good omega."

Unable to hold it in anymore, Jimin burst into tears, fed up. He didn't like the mood Jungkook was
in now. He felt like a lab rat that could easily be crushed. His tears had no effect on the snake
hybrid. His cries were mute for Jungkook, who continued to drive with that hard cold profile. "I
should have let him rape you."

A pang pierced the omega's chest, dragging the hateful words with it.

"You expected a thank you? I rather get raped by him than be here" Jimin said angrily with glossy
eyes, but it was all a lie. The fear he had gone through being terrorized and touched involuntarily
did not compare to being here, back to being a pet to Jungkook. He couldn't dig into his inner
desires right now, because it was rather scary to discover why was he actually crying and why it
pained him so much to see the alpha's mad expression. However, his lips were twitching with the
need to fight. "I rather get bred by every alpha in this country than you. Be claimed by even a prey
one."

It happened in less than a second. Something changed in Jungkook's aura, his jaw clenched. Jimin
knew he had triggered something in him.

"The hard way it is," Jungkook said under his breath as if he had made up his mind. But the options
were never presented. Jimin froze. "Let's see if you keep that attitude for the rest of the night."

"What-"
Jungkook turned the steering wheel and pressed something with his foot, making the car stop. Jimin
staggered from the sudden brake. The alpha slammed the door open, walking in sharp steps to the
blond's one.

The cold temperature hit the boy as soon as the seat was uncovered, and Jimin froze. Nothing was
visible outside. It was an unfamiliar highway that Jimin hadn't seen before, surrounded by dense
forest. There were no streetlights, nothing. It was an area with no traffic nor contact with the city.
Only the moon was charitable enough to illuminate the area.

"Get out of the fucking car."

The order was cold, and this time it gave no room to be disobeyed. Jimin stared at him with teary
eyes to which Jungkook was immune. "Why are you doing this to me...?" he whispered fearfully,
but tonight Jungkook had no patience.

Jimin came out after a few seconds, standing there scared, not knowing what awaited him. The cold
hit his body harder now, just like the trees in the forest swaying in the wind from it. Jungkook
grabbed the omega by the chin, pulling the boy close to him with a strong tug until their noses
touched, forcing Jimin to stand on his tiptoes, almost on the verge of being lifted. His breath was
burning against Jimin's lips but his dark eyes couldn't be further from that warm.

Jimin stood there helpless, eyes glossy. A tear ran down his cheek and Jungkook stared at the drop
caressing that soft skin. The alpha's face got closer and he licked it, the saltiness sweet to his taste
buds. Jimin didn't react, unable to flinch at the only closeness he received tonight as the forked
tongue made its way up to his cheekbone.
"It's time to suck up to the consequences of your actions" Jungkook whispered against Jimin's lips,
who didn't even have the strength to seize and run. But the alpha didn't seem to mind if he did.
Something rare infested his aura, with a detectable wrath that crushed the prey on his spot. "You
will learn to respect me."

He released the blond knocking him to the ground, standing looking down at the bunny from his
position, heavy-lidded eyes as dark as his scent.

"W-what are you doing...?" Jimin whispered as he saw the snake hybrid walking back towards the
car. Jimin got up and rushed to the vehicle after Jungkook as he saw him get into the driver's seat.
His face distorted in horror as he saw that the door was locked. "Jungkook no"

The alpha didn't even glance at him, already starting the car, as if Jimin was a summer fly trying to
get in to escape the heat. But there was no heat. Tonight there had only been coldness and pain and
the omega was hurt, scared. Jimin forced, again and again, the door handle and even the back one,
but every single one of them was locked. The hard way finally revealed itself as Jimin shivered in
shock.

Jungkook was planning to leave him there in the wildness.

The blond panicked and ran to the front of the car, becoming an obstacle in the way. "You can't just
leave me here!"

His scream was heartbreaking, the hysteria in his body going off imagining what would become of
him if he spent the night here, in the middle of nowhere. However, the alpha wasn't even fazed.
Jungkook couldn't care less about the omega's pleadings.
The predator started the vehicle even louder, making the car roar which only worsened the
expression on Jimin's face. Jungkook looked determined to run over the omega's body like any
other bump on the road. He had no hesitation in those eyes.

The blond hit the black hood over and over again, tears running down his cheek as he begged over
and over again to please not leave him abandoned in the middle of the highway. He didn't even
know where he was. The city couldn't even be seen from the random location he was stuck in.

"Don't do this to me Jungkook, please" Jimin sobbed against the car, this time running to hit the
driver's window. Jungkook lit himself a cigarette while Jimin begged behind the glass, his fist
smashing against it stubbornly. "Please, I'll listen okay? Just don't leave me here. I'll be good... I
promise!"

If Jimin's dignity had been smashed to the ground tonight, this hit had erased everything left from
it. But he couldn't spend the night here. Not only did he not know where he was, but it was
torturously cold outside. The forest opened up behind inviting wild animals and Jimin was a simple
bunny. A prey. Where was he going to sleep? Even if daylight came they were at a dead-end where
there was no sign.

"Don't just leave me here please. I'll never go party again I swear. Please," begged the blond,
sliding to the hard filthy floor.

His voice cut off as the car finally moved. Jungkook rolled down the window to blow the smoke
out of his lungs at the omega's face, looking down at Jimin lying on the ground, face red from the
thick tears and sobs.

"Let's see what your independent strong omega mentality does for you," Jungkook said with a
mocking tone and the only smile he allowed himself today as it drew even more tears from the
omega.
Soon, the car disappeared down the highway in a microsecond, its speed at maximum. Jimin stood
there helpless, eyes blurry while hiccups kept vibrating through his chest.

Jimin tried to stand up but fell to his knees, the dark pebbles hurting his tender skin. He didn't have
enough voice in his throat to shout insults. His omega was almost in a coma, too surprised after
being convinced Jungkook would never do such a thing. Of all the scenarios, this was the last one
Jimin had expected.

The temperature had dropped so low that the tips of his fingers were red, and Jimin was only
wearing a thin crop top and shorts.

He glanced at both sides of the road, eyes red from sobbing. There wasn't a single car in sight and
the area was completely surrounded by trees. Trying to think of a solution, he touched his ass to
look for help. His mouth went dry as he felt the emptiness in his back pocket.

The fucker had taken his phone and the little pride Jimin had left in himself.

─────── ·Ⅶ· ───────

The alpha stared at Jin on the bed, whose eyes were closed as he breathed heavily. He was shaking.
The drug had taken effect after half an hour. He usually used it to take advantage of the lack of
stamina and fuck them still unconscious, but this case was special.

"He's so cute," Kai's friend said after laying the boy down on the bed. Jin was cute, tall with a toned
body. His long legs in stockings were inviting, almost begging to be attacked. The alpha brushed
his hand over the smooth texture of the inner thigh. He smelled good. The alpha removed his hand
and glanced at the time. He would have done much more but Jungkook had warned him to just drug
the omega out of the way. He's claimed already were the clear words. Get him out of the way of the
blond omega and distract the taller one to get rid of him.

He had not expected to be suddenly contacted by Jungkook tonight. The alpha had been consistent
in speaking to Kai's friend to indicate any plans regarding Kai and the blond omega.

He had informed him about the party proposal on Thursday itself and Jungkook had already been
satisfied with the information, his face passive but contemplative. The snake hybrid had done
something with the omega to keep him from going, apparently, because in his monotone there was
some surprise at being informed that the prey was going to the party on Saturday at the end.
 Address and time. He handed over everything to Jeon about tonight. From the companies they
would be with, which Jungkook already knew, to how Jimin would be going to the club. The snake
hybrid had told him to mix the drink they would all consume with other heavier ones. "To loosen
up" were his words, obviously aiming to get Jin, his friend and Kai drunk. But the prey handled the
alcohol better than expected.

Regardless of the intentions, he didn't care. He was just a friend of Kai's, but being on Jeon's good
side was being well off in life and relations with the Jeon conglomerate always came from the head
of the second youngest son, Jungkook.

If you wanted to live quietly you got out of his way.

The alpha glanced at Jin one last time and turned to leave, closing the door behind him. There was
still another step left but that was in Jeon's hands.

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Chapter Summary

Jimin approached, ignoring the next omega that spoke to him. His nose seemed to pull him
towards the source of that fragance but there was no way of knowing who owned it.

It was thick. A strong scent.

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Jungkook watched carefully as his father got into the car. The black-clad man always opened the
door politely for the head alpha and carried the most important omega in the family gently to the
other seat. Sometimes there were two of them, others, there would be even five attending the Jeon's
needs.

Eun-woo got into another car with his other siblings. He made sure to give Jungkook that look once
again, the same hideous gaze he always gave to the youngest Jeon from the car window before
leaving. It seemed like a habit by now. Jungkook watched from the thick clear glass as his brother
did the same from the car. He couldn't go to any party or celebration regarding Father. Jungkook
knew that tonight was a business dinner like the hundreds celebrated every month. It had become
routine to stay home alone.

The small short boy returned to his bed, almost limping. His body ached. The bruises on every
millimetre of his skin were like tattoos, a reminder that he wasn't good enough.

The toxin from his inner snake had been attacking his body for the last few months. The alpha
inside him saw Jungkook as an enemy and poisoned the kid every time Jungkook humiliated his
rank. It was deplorable how even your own animal hated you.

The still young snake hybrid brushed his finger across the open wound. Blood overflowed from the
cut and, like a stab in the skin, it stung. Jungkook did it intentionally. If he didn't make friends with
his own wounds, if he didn't enjoy them, he would never be worthy of being a Jeon.

This morning he had disappointed Father again. His siblings had knocked him to the ground,
beating their little brother unconscious. For other families that behaviour wasn't normal, but
Jungkook didn't care. There were rules in his family that you just had to get used to. Yet what hurt
him the most was the taciturn watch on his father's face, the way the alpha sipped his coffee quietly
while his 8-year-old son was abused and haunted by the rest of his sons.
Jungkook didn't give up so easily. He sought his own comfort in other things. Yet loneliness clung to
him like the feeling of the snake inside him, coiled around his own thin neck.

The tiny predator had recently tried to hide a cat in his room to spend the days with him, but like
everything his hands held, Jungkook's joy was short-lived. As usual, his "favourite" brother always
made sure to destroy any faint happiness from him. Eun-woo had gutted the animal within days.
Jungkook had returned from school with a dead animal on his mattress. The same cat he had
recently picked up. The tears that were supposed to come never appeared but the kid still had that
image tattoed in his eyes.

Eunwoo always snatched everything away from him.

Jungkook's opinion was insignificant against the favoured son. Was he, though? Father was very
neutral, no matter how much Eun-woo swank with that devilish smile everything he got from their
father. Jungkook understood why he didn't get anything, he didn't deserve it after all. But why
wasn't he allowed to be happy? Why was it his fault that his age didn't allow him to rebel against
his brothers? He wanted to understand, but the only conclusion he could come to was shame.

Everyone had something only for them. Everyone had a choice. Jungkook didn't.

Nothing belonged to him.

Nothing was exclusively his, not even the affection he was supposed to receive.

He knew he was an alpha even if he hadn't officially presented yet, and Father was aware of that
too. But that meant little if one wasn't able to do anything with their own privilege.

His belly growled and Jungkook gritted his teeth.

Only one more day left before he was free, able to eat at the table with his family again. T he small
young boy hadn't eaten for three days. Three days locked in his room with only access to the
bathroom. Jungkook could never get used to this part of the punishment. The cause of it had been
getting a 9.8 out of 10. His father had humiliated him in front of everyone, making sure that each
one of his siblings knew how worthless the youngest Jeon was.

Jungkook used to cry when they did that to him, but he wasn't 5 anymore. Now, only rage built up
in his chest when his brothers laughed at him with that mocking tone. The urge to take a bat and
smash their little skulls invaded his mind, but Jungkook's abilities didn't even allow him to defend
himself from their blows.

Regardless of his shitty depressing situation, he was treated just like the others. Father had always
accustomed them to being like that with each other.

"Your family is your biggest enemy" he would say.

His older brother was often punished harshly when the oldest kids from other families surpassed
him, or when Namjoon, the Kims' son, got better grades or made achievements that he did not. At
other times it was public humiliation. The whole family knew your secrets, your worst deeds that a
child could only tell his mother.

That's why Jungkook didn't trust anyone. His siblings kept complaining to their mother when
something happened to them, sometimes even to maids in the house. He watched them from the gap
in the ajar door every other night. Kneeling with tears in their eyes, looking for the affection their
father never gave them. But Jungkook never let that woman called mother close to him. The mere
thought made him uncomfortable.

The more others knew, the more likely he was to be betrayed. All his siblings ran to his father's
omega whom he dared not name mother and Jungkook kept them all to himself. Father knew less
than the maids about his youngest son because of how quiet Jungkook was. One never knew what
was going on in the last Jeon's head and even some distant relatives expressed it. Jungkook did not
share anything that could be held against him. Neither who he hung out with, nor what he liked.

The only good news in his life was Namjoon's brother, who the snake hybrid recently met. Jungkook
didn't like people who smiled too much and neither the ones who treated him well from day one.
Taehyung was passive, raw in his tone, looking down on Jungkook from day one even though they
were the same age. That had made the boy particular. But he was still a Kim, so Jungkook had to
be careful.

The people who were supposed to be his family felt distant. Strangers.

Enemies.

Especially him. Among the five siblings he had, the one who made him the most enraged was Eun-
woo. The hatred he felt at the sight of him was so pungent that Jungkook sometimes resisted the
urge to break ripe off his head in a single bite. It was embarrassing how many times Jungkook had
fantasised about bathing in his brother's blood, setting his lifeless body on fire.

He pulled his finger out of the gap in the fresh wound and licked it. It had been the only
nourishment these last days. A thick trickle of blood ran down his leg, staining the white of the
sheets. A pure sensation in that pain made him feel both human and animal. The metallic taste of
blood reminded Jungkook of who he was.
Bitter, icy.

The blood overflowed and he sucked unconsciously. He had torn the tissue of his tongue again. His
fangs were too sharp so it was inevitable. It had been a while since it had happened though, but his
body was so agitated right now that he couldn't register how long it had been since the last time his
tongue got cut.

"I understand. I'm on my way" he muttered into the earpiece. The car was moving so fast that the
device was threatening to fly out the window. He hung up the call.

"Your brother?"

Jungkook glanced at the other for a few seconds, one dark eyebrow raised. "My father"

Taehyung stared tiredly at him from the window, morose eyes with an obvious lack of sleep
clouding his mind. "He's already telling you how to act in front of my mother?" The snake hybrid
grimaced. It hadn't even been in his plans to be here right now, driving to another district hours
away from the city to meet another Kim. He was supposed to be free today, but the last-minute call
about the private jet landing in South Korea had intervened in his plans.

The rest of the drive to the vicinity of the airport had been quiet, both alphas lost in thought.
Taehyung had complained several times about how early it was, but Jungkook hadn't even slept a
wink since last night. If you asked him why he wouldn't know what to answer.
"It's raining again," Taehyung muttered distractedly, voice heavy with fatigue. The drops clogged
the glass in front of them and the windshield soon wiped away all traces of rain, all to no avail after
a few seconds. The heavy rain against the glass echoed in Jungkook's ear. They sounded cold, icy.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

The vehicle parked in the VIP area of the venue where they would wait. Jungkook opened the door,
greeted by one of the employees with an umbrella over his head as the freezing brazes hit him. The
cold outside was so brutal that even a jacket hadn't been enough. The two were led to the tables
where they would be served. It was on the ground floor, on the same level as the streets seen
through the glass. The huge covered windows were immune to the rain. Both alphas sat in silence,
handing their coats to the man in a suit who welcomed them. Taehyung ordered a hot drink to
accompany the warm room.

It was Sunday. Coldness over the city as the humidity had people's hair frizzy, fine strands
searching for moisture in the traces of dampness caused by the rain. Yet there he was. Jungkook
looked like a Ken out of a doll box; hair impeccable and suit as clean and tight as ever. Taehyung
stirred the hot tea now in his hands. He wasn't looking forward to being here, but if they had to
meet his mother there was no other way.

"I rather deal with Namjoon," Jungkook sighed wearily, voice mixed with the sound that had been
accompanying them since they got into the car to travel here. His fingers had been drumming on
the steering wheel all morning, the speed steady and precise. It was getting on Taehyung's nerves.

"And I rather have my mother here than that fucker," he muttered, not taking his eyes off the snake
hybrid's fingers. Jungkook had that face, lips pressed into a thin line. Taehyung was fed up. "The
fuck is with you today?"
Jungkook paused, eyes suddenly rising to the other alpha. The two huge, dark dots rested on
Taehyung like a robot analyzing every cell in the alpha's body. The long fingers now relaxed on the
surface, and in a quick draw and light, he already had another cigarette between his lips. "Nothing"

"Nothing my ass" spat Taehyung in annoyance. He didn't know if his mood was like this because of
having to meet his mother at this time in the morning or because of what he had to deal with back
in the dorms. "Get your shit together. My mother will give me a ted talk if she sees you acting
weird."

Jungkook clenched the pack of cigarettes in his hands. "I said there's nothing wrong. Your mother
can go fuck herself. Why is she even here?"

Yeah, why.

Probably to see how her son was doing, as she had announced. Her return from the trip to Italy had
spared Taehyung from having to see and hear her talk about your father, Taehyung. It was kind of
surprising the fact that the alpha of the family, his stepfather, had let the Kim omega go on a trip to
enjoy herself, even though Taehyung knew it was an excuse to shamelessly fuck every escort in the
country on his corporate tour.

"You asking me as if I was the one that scheduled a brunch with her. It's your job as the Jeon heir.
Blame your father, not me," the green-eyed muttered, a stubborn stare on the snake hybrid. The
clenched jaw and frown had been there since this morning when Jungkook had returned from the
club, apparently just a few hours ago. Taehyung didn't even know what time the alpha had come
back from there because there was no trace he had spent the night at the dorms. "I know it's a
burden but you look way more pissed today than usual."
Jungkook looked at him comically. "Seriously?"

"What?" Taehyung shrugged and peeked at the ashtray in the middle of the table. Half a pack of
cigars laid there flattened, all consumed in less than an hour. Jungkook smoked but not at this
speed. "You are anxious"

"First Namjoon and now her" Jungkook whispered with a strained sigh, expelling the bitter smoke
from his lungs, ignoring the lynx hybrid as if it was just another empty chair beside him. "I need a
break from this shit"

He already had another one in his mouth. Taehyung had to resist the urge to punch the snake
hybrid. Jungkook would probably let him and then he'd get back at Taehyung by avenging in the
worst way ever. "Your lungs are the ones that need a break."

He knew he hit a nerve when Jungkook's narrowed black gaze twitched. He was going to comment
on something, as always unable to take a hit without striking back. "Worry about the tour you
should be giving mommy through the dorms. I'm sure she will love the little surprise in your room."

"For once in your life shut the fuck up" Taehyung muttered glaring at him, but Jungkook's reaction
was delinquent as the alpha was already glancing at the time.

He was in a hurry.

But in a hurry about what? The dude was acting like he had a date coming up, but that didn't make
sense. Jungkook didn't go on dates. The only way to make him hurry was if his father required him
for something and that didn't even faze the snake hybrid. He was too punctual, too square-like.
"Why are you fidgeting every two fucking seconds?"

The snake hybrid, again, turned to him. "I'm not."

He was acting weird.

Was it his rut? It didn't look like it. If that had been the case Jungkook would have an omega
hanging from his cock by now, like in every heat. Taehyung grabbed the tanned wrist against the
table and the alpha almost grunted from the sudden movement. "Don't test me" The two stared at
each other for a few seconds and Jungkook licked his lips, resisting the black of his sclera from
dominating his entire eye.

The fuck? "Is this about-"

"Hiiiiiii!" the honeyed voice of the omega who came in high heels and an exaggeratedly flashy
dress caught their attention and Jungkook pulled his hand away in one swift motion, placing a smile
that didn't reach his eyes, as fake as his pleasant treatment with Taehyung's mother.

"Leave me alone" he whispered behind the tight smile, making sure that the omega coming towards
them accompanied by her bodyguard didn't hear them. "Focus on the fiancee talk you are getting in
a few minutes."

Taehyung sent him a murderous look. He had forgotten for a second, just a second, that the cold
afternoon this Sunday was not going to be a mother-son conversation but an update on his and the
Jeon's family adjustments. He glanced at his friend for a moment. All the fidgeting was gone.
Jungkook was already in his business mode, different from Namjoon's since his mother was head
alpha Kim's omega and there was some respect between the two families. "I hope your father mates
you with the ugliest bitch out there."
The curve in Jungkook's smile deepened. "I'm the heir, not the stepson"

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No matter how many steps he took, the dark path seemed to repeat itself. The highway looked
endless so Jimin had decided to go into the forest to look for a shortcut.
But now he regretted it.

It was cold. The trees hid the way wherever he went. Jimin could only see the sky above his head.
The trunks looked like titans around the omega, making him a mere ant disrupting the harmony of
the ecosystem.

Every step he took his foot sank into the earth due to the amount of mud accumulated. Jimin
grabbed hold of one of them and sat down.

It had been hours and he still couldn't get used to how everything revolted him. From the insects
that lived in every nook and cranny of the forest to the dampness in the air. Birds chirped
sometimes in the distance but Jimin was even more horrified by the possibility of feral animals
living here. Even if Jimin was a hybrid, he was still a bunny. Animals that hadn't evolved into half-
humans by the mixture of genes were pure instinct. A prey like him was food for anyone, even
birds.

The feel under his ass was wet. His legs were sweating due to the low-temperature contrast.
Occasionally the tingle of something walking on his thigh came out of nowhere and Jimin let out a
yelp at the sight of a bug on his leg. "Fuck" he sighed at the feeling of a cold droplet landing on the
tip of his nose. This whole scenario looked like a replica of his worst nightmares. It was dark, cold
and gross. The only thing missing to join the haunting experience had been the rain but Jimin's luck
had proved once again he wasn't special.

The main idea was to look for somewhere to hide but even though the trees were full of leaves, the
water still seeped down to graze the omega. The bunny involuntarily began to shiver. The once
pretty crop top was now wet and ruined, the hundreds paid for it worth nothing, joined by the dirty
and damp shorts. The blond was uncomfortable everywhere. He simply wanted to cry, but no more
tears were left for the day.
Jimin considered shifting to his animal form and covering himself with his fur but, again, the risk
of being eaten would increase even more. The poor hybrid was so unused to his animal side that he
wasn't trained enough to survive in it. He stood up as he felt the icy rain finally cascade throughout
the forest. Jimin shrank from the cruel temperature, the way one did when taking a cold shower.
His bare shoulders felt heavy as his legs felt frozen. His skin seemed to want to shed from its owner
and hide somewhere warm.

Jimin could feel his lips weighing on his own face. The cold water running down them froze the
warmth and colour in them. The worst was when the rain fell on his head like a pinprick to his
brain and the drops slid down to touch his eyebrows.

Everything hurt.

His sight consisted of green and brown, the dark earth with the thick and long trees. They seemed
to touch the sky from where Jimin stood.

The bunny glanced down at the ground, body shivering. Jimin didn't have enough hands to cover
himself and it was just now that he wished to have a blanket over his body. The jacket wasn't with
him, left on the couch because at no point had the omega thought he wouldn't come back for it.
Maybe Jin would pick it up. Jimin gritted his teeth as he noticed the shaking of the trees. The strong
wind hit his face and he had to suppress the frustration of not being able to hide from it. It was now
when his mind kept flashing back to the warmth of a blanket, or a bubble bath as he put a mask
over his face.

He peeked at the path behind him. The road was nowhere to be seen from where he stood. Getting
back to it was going to be difficult and only inconvenient. There was nothing to cover his head and
the tarmac was hard and icy. At least the wet soft ground felt less hard against the bunny. The
whistling of the wind intruded his eardrums and he crouched on the mud to defend himself from the
breeze accompanied by rain. The drops were thick, coming from black clouds over the woods.

Jimin was tired, hungry.

He used to have a glimmer of hope that Jungkook was joking and that it was all a hidden camera
type of revenge. Extreme but still a joke. His omega, as dumb and simple as ever, was convinced
that that shiny black car would turn around, that it would be an empty threat, something to scare
him a little. But Jungkook never joked and his mood seemed to have been the effect of an
accumulation of anger over Jimin's actions.

The car never returned and Jimin sat where it had been left, sure that the alpha wouldn't have such a
cold heart to drop the bunny in the middle of nowhere and leave him for the rest of his life there. At
some point, he would appear on the news for sure. His father would look for him, right? Because
there was no way Jimin was coming back in this temperature with his own legs. His fingers didn't
feel like part of his own body thanks to the cold and although he had hope at first, it was clear that
Jungkook wasn't coming for him anytime soon. It had been hours. The sun wouldn't be long in
rising up in the sky and not a single sound from outside the ecosystem had grazed the omega's
senses.

Jimin clutched the next tree the best he could. Moss made contact with his palm and disgust turned
his stomach. Ants and bugs ran all over the trunk but he ignored them as he sat in the wet dirt,
unable to help himself when he rested his nape on the long tree. It was either that or drop his head
on the ground. The omega closed his eyes and imagined being inside his family's home, lying in his
huge bed with the fireplace in his room warming the air. Jimin would be on the edge of sleep, not
knowing whether to continue reading the book on his phone or surrender to Morpheus' arms.

He missed being at home.

 ─────── ·Ⅷ· ───────

Blue lights bathed the walls of the buildings on the street. A white car with the city security badge
on it was parked in front of that same street. The sound of the siren was frivolous to hear. An
ambulance would be approaching at a moment's notice.

"Like I said, we have nothing to do with it" repeated the bartender. He stood anxious, his clothes
freshly changed and his face tired from working all night. The policeman passed the torch over the
top corner again.
"I would like to check the surveillance cameras" he said with a hard look at the bartender. There
was no permission to view the videotapes on the cameras, so one couldn't just ask for that without
an official order.

"This has nothing to do with you" the alpha's voice behind them made them turn around and the
bartender smiled in relief. Black shoes rattled across the asphalt ground, and the alpha in a suit
crouched down to the prone body.

Green bruises were all over the man's body. He had tried to get up, judging from the signs of nails
digging into the bruised neck, yet the poison had paralysed the hybrid to the point where he was
petrified on the spot. Foam gushed from his mouth, and his body temperature was as cold as the
night of his death. There was little hope that he was alive based on the lack of movement in his
chest, but that would be for the hospital to judge. They would have to deal with the police at some
point but now it wasn't the time.

The policeman turned back, brow furrowed at the sight of the alpha. "I need to identify the victim."

The suited alpha clicked his tongue. "Nah" His knees flexed into a stretch, long slender legs
accompanied by a lithe body. His silver hair ended in crutches, locks scattered around the hollow of
his neck. "You must be new, standing here with all that audacity."

The long scar yielded respect. Not only because of the strong, heavy smell in the air at his presence
but thanks to that withering aura full of arrogance.

As if summoned, the policeman's phone vibrated. The man glanced at the two alphas awkwardly,
glueing the device to his ear to hear the lecture for his actions. As he received the warning the
bartender approached the alpha. "The footage... sir" he whispered worriedly. He was used to
accidents in the area ending in fights, rapes, cases of overdoses and even deaths. This time,
however, his reaction was different and all signs pointed to poison.

"Make sure to send him with a fine for sending an ambulance here" spat the alpha with one last
glance, slipping his hands into the thin pockets of his dark suit as he walked into the club. The
smell of disinfectant invaded his nostrils. Several betas and omegas were cleaning the area, hired to
keep the place clean before the start of the night.

In the corner, hidden by the lack of light, an elevator was visible. The alpha opened it with the card
and the machinery was lit by the light from the inner cubicle. The floor to the basement was the
only button on it. His entrance closed the doors and he soon found himself on the floor below,
under the club over his head. In the middle of the dark corridor were two tall doors, locked with a
fingerprint detector. The alpha pressed his thumb against the surface and entered after the slow
opening of the moving gates.

The room was in stark contrast to the look of the place. Full of frivolous light and screens. There
was a desktop computer and an office. On the other side was a gathering of sofas around a table.

The alpha sat on the soft armchair and when he laid his eyes on the table, he found a chip. Placed
there by his most trusted club worker, on the chip was the answer to what little doubt he had. This
wasn't even a mystery, but it was funny.

The computer screen showed the high-resolution video and the scene played from the beginning of
the afternoon. Many people were coming and going. Sometimes a local worker would drop the
trash bags in the dumpster in the corner. Some hybrids went outside to smoke, leaving trails of
cigarette butts scattered on the ground. The hybrid fast-forwarded the video.

The scenes seemed to repeat themselves every few hours, especially the smoking ones as the night
wore on. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that something different happened.
The alpha paused the video.

A slim figure came out of the door with slow steps, looking exhausted from the slumped shoulders
the hybrid carried. His clothes were short and revealing. The boy's status as an omega became
noticeable with the obvious tempting body he had. The shorts barely covered his cheeks, making
him seem immune to the cold weather. His face wasn't visible due to the fact that the young man
was leaning on the wall where the camera was placed.

However, that changed when the struggle occurred and the blond omega was smashed against the
other wall. The alpha paused the video again as he went silent.

Brown eyes and lips like two soft pillows. The messy hair did not detract from his beauty. Not even
the make-up that threatened to come undone as his face disfigured into a sob was able to do that.
The slender neck and delicately set jaw gave that air of royalty. Omegas were usually pretty by
nature, but this one's beauty was hard to brush off. He could understand why the poor thing was
being attacked.

The alpha smiled, stretching out on the seat. He didn't need to watch the rest of the video to know
what was next.

Never in a million years would he have imagined seeing Jeon Jungkook himself causing such a
scene, being aware of the territory he was in. But that wasn't the funniest thing.

His eyes went back to the screen. The pretty omega was paused in the minute where he was
resisting being raped, lips curved in disgust as the man's hand invaded his ass, wrapping his arm
around the thin body. With a gentle click of the mouse, the video was resumed at a speed that only
showed two-second between each frame.

The happy ending might have continued had it not been for the snake hybrid that came to the
rescue, tearing the attacker apart. Jungkook's grip on the victim had been immediate, with no room
for argument. It looked like a scene from a bad romance movie.

Since when did Jungkook save omegas?

Yoongi couldn't help the chuckle vibrating through his chest.

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Jimin could have sworn he had seen that tree before.

The bunny scanned the relief similar to the others, unable to see anything. The damp feel of the
mossy wood turned his stomach in disgust. The omega was almost delirious from the cold, but this
was a sure bet. Yep, he had passed the same tree four times.

The blond groaned with the little air in his lungs. None of this would have happened if he hadn't
turned away from the highway, seeking warmth. And now he was in the depths, surrounded by tall
canopies of dark leaves that fell at any jolt. His feet ached, the feeling of his heels swelling
tangible.

The stinging in his body still throbbed, but JImin had decided to ignore it, not wanting to think
about anything that had happened in the previous hours. His omega would go mad with anguish if
he plunged it further into its own grief.

Jimin gritted his teeth as he felt a sharp branch tear his skin. He pulled his now reddened thigh
away and scratched it in pain as his feet sank into the dirt. He was afraid of falling to the muddy
ground. Jimin knew that the soil was full of worms and other bugs he didn't want to discover. The
omega was the invader in this ecosystem.
His back ached from being bent from the cold. He couldn't even feel his own nose due to the low
temperature. Deep in the dense darkness of the forest, the mist emanated. Jimin had been trying to
shift to his animal form, giving up on the high risk of being eaten alive. At least the fur would
shield him from the cold. However, it had been impossible. His omega was shut down, too bitter to
go outside. Jimin felt embarrassed at such a reaction as if the one who had abandoned him was his
own mother. But it had only been Jungkook, a random alpha.

No.

He wasn't going to think about him. His priority was to be out of here. Jimin was tired of always
ending up in the same cycle of thoughts; hatred, denial, surrender, and then Jungkook.

And then Jeon-fucking-Jungkook.

The bunny kept trekking, this time going in the opposite direction, though it seemed to take him
deeper into the forest. His sense of direction was nil when all his surroundings were a replica of
each other. It was like being enveloped by mirrors. But Jimin saw no reflection, only the feeling of
shame, sorrow.

Time was unknown to him. The sun had risen a long time ago after the rain, although it was
threatening to hide again judging from the long hours it had been up there. It was all foggy, but too
much time had passed to still be early morning. Maybe Jimin was wrong, once again. He had been
here so long that the hours seemed to take forever.
His thoughts manifested the weather. The threatening rain came back, falling like a bucket of icy
water on Jimin's head. The blond cowered on the ground shivering, feeling like a mere puppet of
nature under the thick, icy drops of the clouds. The wind whistled back and forth. Jimin didn't have
enough hands to cover himself. Even naked he was warmer than in these clothes.

He went on, this time at a brisk trot. In reality the poor hybrid was as slow as a tortoise, but his
tiredness made the omega believe that his steps were bigger than they seemed. His hair stuck to his
face, wet. Drops slid down the hollow of his neck, even into his shirt, and Jimin had to pretend that
the cold was part of his imagination.

Several hours of constant downhill and uphill nonsense passed, with the intermittent rain that each
time it resumed its fall, it did so with more force.

An itch of excitement tingled through the omega's chest as Jimin stepped onto hard ground and
surprise caused him to snap his eyes wide. He was too exhausted, knees full of sticky leaves, dirt
and scratches from the branches. Jimin had red bruises from his falls against rocks and pebbles on
the path. His body was all wet, pale and weakened. He was hungry, thirsty and cold, had barely
slept for fear of being attacked. His mind was a jumble of regret and pity.

The omega clasped the thick stone beside him to avoid slipping off the ramp of trees and pushed
himself upwards. There were more trees ahead but the gaps between them showed not the darkness
behind Jimin, but clear light and flat land.

The bunny quickened his steps as best he could, feeling like he was going fast when in reality he
was barely a step behind. He was so mentally drained that his mind convinced itself that he was
fine, it was getting better.

It could be worse.
Jimin ran through the mud puddles looking for the highway, following the trickle of light that
beckoned him closer. He pushed branches aside, even stumbled over stones and hurt himself even
more. Branches scratched his bare thighs, his arms. Sometimes his arms stung from touching
certain leaves. The image was sad, the poor boy walking with a bloody knee.

The last tree ahead revealed the empty road and the omega staggered out with feeble steps until he
was finally out of the dense forest in which he had been trapped for hours, almost a day.

A heavy exhale shuddered from his lungs as Jimin saw, among the ghostly road, the last thing he
had seen before he was lost here. The black car was parked, still running - if Jimin wasn't imagining
the sound too - just on the other side of the road. In front of it, leaning against the window stood the
alpha who had abandoned the bunny without remorse.

He had no umbrella, just wet, dripping in that dark suit.

Jungkook's black eyes met his and Jimin, unable to bear the exhaustion any longer, burst into tears.
His glossy eyes dulled his sight as he fell to the ground, incapable of keep pretending to be strong.
The world came crashing down on him and all his problems seemed to come colliding down on his
head at that very moment. Jimin wished that the heavy rain over their heads would disguise his
pathetic tears.

The sobs were loud, piercing and unashamed, echoing around the empty area like a soul in pain.
The saltiness of his cry touched his tongue, the only new flavour the omega had tasted since the
bitterness that had been in his mouth for hours, days, weeks.
Jungkook approached him with slow steps. Jimin didn't want to look the alpha in the face. The
shame of being like this would never stop haunting him. From where he stood, the ground, he saw
the wet black shoes, the drops slipping off the leather, step away in front of him, inches from where
his knees pathetically met. Jimin closed his eyes, waiting for that "Get up" or that "Get in the
fucking car".

Between sobs, he remained.

Yet it never came.

Jungkook crouched down. The blond could feel that heavy gaze on his face but he wasn't going to
reciprocate. He couldn't. Jimin didn't want to. One of his hands was close, his fingers like a ghostly
air on the soft cheek. His thumb touched the rosy cheek and the blond slapped it away.

Jimin waited for a warning, but it never came. Surely he was going to be grabbed by the hair again
so the bunny squeezed his eyes shut to mentally prepare himself.

Nothing happened.

This time Jungkook's hand covered his entire cheek and in one smooth motion, he forced Jimin to
look up. The smell of his presence turned bitter and Jimin was confused. The omega's tiredness
limited his reactions and expressions, but he still had the running fast thoughts left.

Jungkook's gaze was inescrutable yet black of his eyes this time reflected Jimin's face. The omega
felt the alpha's thumb brush his tears away from his cheeks. The act was futile with the rain soaking
their faces, but the intention was heavy.

He carefully grabbed Jimin, taking advantage of the fact that the omega was delirious with
exhaustion and lifted him up until he was leaning against his body.

Jimin didn't know if it was the effect of being in the cold rain and merciless wind for so long... but
Jungkook's hands felt warm against his skin.

The alpha didn't say anything, he just stood there, hands wrapped around Jimin, crushing him
against his chest. The blond shivered, lips pale and face absent of colour, life. The warmth of the
arms enveloped him in slumber and Jimin let his head fall against the hard chest. He had never
been so close to the snake hybrid. So close he could feel a beating heart under his ear, a quiet
vibration rumbling through the damp suit.

Jimin could resist no longer and closed his eyes, letting his weight fall to the ground. He never got
to touch it thought, because Jungkook's hands lifted the blod against his body.

The last thing the omega felt was the vibration of the car under his body and the warmth of a hand
resting possessively on his thigh as the vehicle moved.
─────── ·Ⅷ· ───────
"Isn't it pretty?" Jimin glanced at the painting again. His mother was clutching his arm as she
always did, so as not to let her son out of her sight. Her warm smile hid control but that motherly
love was still evident.

The painting in front of them was very beautiful. Amidst the buzz of the party when one stood in
front of it silence reigned. Jimin didn't know if it was him ignoring the other voices or just how far
away his portrait was.
His portrait?

Ah, right. The birthday present from his father. A huge painting of Jimin sitting like a prince,
dressed in the most angelic fabrics while holding a bouquet of roses. The portrait was in oil and his
father had made sure it was done by the best painter. Not a detail had escaped reality. Jimin's soft
blond hair, his brown eyes, button nose, and even his lips, closed in a smile, pink and soft.

Jimin would have preferred a luxury flat in another country but he didn't want to be a killjoy.
Despite his horrible relationship with his father, where the alpha thought his son adored him and
Jimin was afraid of having his secrets revealed, he was still Park Jimin, the Park's son.

The bunny had made sure to give his father a kiss on the cheek, to thank him for the beautiful gift
worthy of an omega. The most beautiful omega in the country according to some guests.

The inauguration for the expansion of the PK power plants was proudly celebrated tonight.
According to Park, there was no better decoration than to put the huge picture of his son on the
wall, so that everyone could appreciate his beauty.

Jimin wanted to take another glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, but his mother's hand got
in the way.

"Omegas shouldn't drink so much sweetie, think about your body" his mother whispered with a
smile that Jimin had to hide the fact that it depressed him. He put his hand down and kept walking,
guided by her.
People paced around the place, others stood still in their spots chatting. Jimin passed by and
thousands of glances fell on him and sometimes on his mother. The alphas were brazen when it
came to staring and some were even a threat, twice his age.

The classical music was soft and lively. Jimin clung to his mother as he went to greet omegas from
other companies and influential figures, some of them artists. Staying alone was a bad idea
because alphas would approach him and his father would be furious, blaming Jimin for not being a
respectable omega. He was still too young.

Jimin dipped his head in greeting as various predators and prey offered him a candid smile. He
wanted to be out on the streets, partying with his friends and drinking till he passed out, though
none of that was possible under Park's manor.

"Will it ever be sold?" an alpha asked Jimin's father, her husband and son approaching him.
Several alphas and omegas nodded sharing the same curiosity. Mr Park didn't know what to say for
a second but after a quick glance at Jimin, he smiled, the wrinkles in his eyes noticeable.

"No."

Jimin didn't react, already knowing the answer beforehand. His eyes flicked back to the oil-painted
face and he felt pretty for a few seconds. Many hybrids were staring at the painting with whispers,
and murmurs echoing through the room. Jimin took advantage of his mother's distracted chatter
with another omega and slipped from her grasp. His steps unconsciously directed him to that mass
of hybrids appreciating the work. He didn't know why.
The bunny stood in the middle of them all, letting himself be seen with pride.

"You really look like your mother" said one of the omegas, husband of one of his father's
associates, approaching him. Jimin smiled, a little embarrassed.

"Indeed" another omega muttered, approaching him. "You look like a doll, sweetheart."

It wasn't the first time he'd heard it. Compliments were always raining down on him and swelling
his ego but Jimin still blushed involuntarily.

A soft smell caressed his nostrils. The murmur around him intensified and he could notice, among
thousands of shoulders in suits and others bared by attire, one at the very front. Jimin approached,
ignoring the next omega that spoke to him. His nose seemed to pull him towards the source of that
scent but there was no way of knowing who owned it. It was thick. A strong scent.

He blinked.

His nose was drowning in the smell. All his nerves were vibrating and Jimin gasped as he came
fully awake, head laying on a soft, fluffy pillow. His body no longer felt cold to the bone, instead,
warmth embraced it.

The blond lifted his droopy eyelids, feeling as if he had been sleeping for days.
Jimin touched the surface beside him but everything was empty, though it felt a faint warmness on
the sheet, like a the trace of someone who had been lying next to him. The bunny lifted his head
and sat up, but strong dizziness hit him. The whole space he was in was saturated with the smell he
knew so well.

His eyes wandered around the area. It was a huge room he didn't recognize. On one side of the wall
there were only windows that gave way the view of the city. It was night according to the sky and
the bright lights across the buildings.

Jimin turned to the other side, finding huge doors that he didn't know where they led to. The walls
were minimalist, with a dark marble floor. The bed he laid on felt like feathers under his skin as if
he was sleeping on a cloud. Jimin glanced down at his body as the realization hit him.

He wasn't wearing his top.

A dark hoodie covered most of his body down to his knees. It felt warm and soft against his bare
skin but there was another fact that had him on alert.

It smelled like Jungkook.

Seeing the huge bed he was in and the space infested with the smell of the alpha, Jimin became
stressed.
Where was he?

He got out of bed slowly. Nothing could be heard around him except his heart beating through his
eardrums. He could feel over every inch of his skin the way his blood pumped through his veins.
The omega was nervous, confused. The sleeves of the hoodie slipped down to cover his thumb, a
few fingers peeking out. Jimin pulled them up, ready to strike, alert.

The long corridor that greeted him behind the door was... unexpected. Not because Jimin had never
seen a hallway before, but because the hallway itself opened downwards in the form of stairs.
There was a series of doors, some glass, in the wall that continued with the corridor until it ended in
a cascade of spiral stairs, leading to a floor below.

Noises could be heard below, soft and faint.

Jimin squatted down and stepped, ignoring the rest of the huge doors, towards the stairs. There
were some paintings behind him but nothing to indicate where he was. Not even the view from the
huge window that covered the front wall gave him a clue. Only the remoteness of the city from the
top of it, as if they were at the top of the mountain. The lights were tiny around the night scape.

The omega set a foot on the start of the stair. The cold touched the nerves in his soles, making him
grunt for not taking the slippers on the side of the bed. He climbed down carefully, one step at a
time. The staircase was about to turn and the sound was becoming clearer and clearer.

"Sit down," said the voice Jimin could recognize anywhere. He raised his eyes to a broad, tanned
back that covered whatever he was doing in the kitchen? How had he noticed Jimin's presence from
the stairs? The whole place smelled like Jungkook.
The blond automatically ducked, unconsciously trying to hide from being seen, but based on the
alpha's silence Jungkook seemed to care little.

"Where am I?" he muttered, turning back to the huge glass wall. It was a little intimidating how
dizzying it felt. Jimin moved around to the cause of his problems. He hadn't forgotten so easily
about what the snake hybrid did to him yesterday. "Can you stop going mute every time I ask you?
It's the least you can do after making me go through hell."

The alpha stood still, as if he had been interrupted. Something shifted and Jimin felt the aura
around him didn't vibrate the same as yesterday, dark. The muscles in his back made a subtle
motion.

"Sit down"

"I want to go home" cut Jimin in, jaw clenched. The omega expected the worst after last night. He
was still on the stairs huddled with fear in his body. It was Jungkook's apartment, clearly. The
whole place smelled of him and screamed his presence in every cubic millimetre of space in the air.
A question popped on the bunny's mind.

Why did Jungkook have a whole apartment in the city if he lived in the dorms?

Jimin glanced at the window again. Was he even inside the city? Everything was so dark that it was
impossible to locate himself. He would need his phone to know his position. The thought reminded
the omega that he didn't have the device in hand.
"Where's my phone?" Jimin said as calmly as he could. He dared to continue down, though still
alert. It was enemy territory.

Jungkook turned to face him and Jimin swallowed down the braveness. The cold stare from the
night before was still burned into his retina. Even if the eyes that now showed no emotion were not
threatening, his omega was still scared and one step away from going crazy.

His falling black hair took away some of that frivolous image and, for a moment, Jimin wondered if
this was what all the omegas behind the snake hybrid saw. "I need my phone. I'm going home."

It wasn't the right answer since Jungkook arched a dark eyebrow, almost offended by the insolence.
But if Jimin was good at anything, it was being nosy and stubborn. The cat and mouse play
sessions since day one with Jungkook were proof of that.

This time more confident, the blond walked around the place. His eyes wandered over the few
pieces of furniture, the cold tables and the glass figures decorating the place, ignoring the naked
torso a few feet away from him. Everything was as minimalist as the owner's repulsive personality.

His phone, as expected, was nowhere to be found. Jimin dared to open the drawers, enraged. He
pulled out some of them and threw them on the floor. There was nothing, just emptiness. Jimin
broke the silence of the walls with his outburst of rage and broke another at the figure, millions of
pieces breaking to the ground. None of the furniture contained his phone.

Jungkook continued to watch him from the short distance he stood, piercing as bright as the
reflection of light in the black of his eyes. "Satisfied?"
Jimin gasped, teeth clenched and gaze frustrated. It made him angry to see the alpha so calm. He
had knocked all the figures on the walls and the furniture to the ground. The sharp glass had
scattered across the floor like marbles escaping from a child's bag.

But the only thing that was wearing thin was his patience. He resented Jungkook's calmness after
what he did to him last night. Jimin didn't know what he wanted to see in the predator, how he
wanted him to react, but his sudden change of mood made Jimin look like the crazy one here.

And the only crazy one was the alpha obsessed with him.

Jimin walked up to the raven-haired young man with quick steps as if the ground burned under his
feet. "Where's my phone Jungkook. I want to leave."

"You are not leaving" was the only thing the predator said, eyes never moving from Jimin's.

Here we go again.

"We do this at least twice a week" muttered Jimin trying to look as under control as Jungkook, as if
he hadn't just broken thousands of priceless items. "You say no and I say yes. Every fucking time
you have a say in my life. Not even my lips are mine, not even my free time or who I hang out with
seems to be my decision. Every part of me has to be controlled by you! You!"

"Seems like you are starting to get it." whispered Jungkook, his shoulders leaning against the
counter. The muscles of his body flexed and each abdominal drew the blond's attention. The olive-
skinned relief isolated his whole attention. "Focus Jiminie, let me hear the rest of your speech."

Fucker.

Speech?

Jiminie?

"Am I fucking joke to you? After all the shit you have done and I'm a fucking joke to you? I'm here
telling you to let me go and this is your reaction!?"

"You can't even survive without alpha attention. Of course you are a joke"

The slap echoed through the room. Jimin didn't wait for the reaction and gave him another one, this
time harder.

And another.

His hand felt burning against Jungkook's cold face, the hard cheek hurting his palm. But he
wouldn't stop. Jimin kept hitting the alpha's thick body with all his might. The punches turned into
fists and he ended up punching his chest with all his power, dreaming of seeing some reaction of
pain. His gasps against each movement were all that echoed in his head, compared to the silence of
the alpha with a tilted head, red cheek and droopy gaze covered by the black hair.
After the calmness snatched away by his momentum, Jimin noticed a stabbing pain in his foot. As
he lowered his eyes a trickle of blood trickled from his toes. The sensation of the crystal inside
became more present.

"Are you done?"

Jimin narrowed his eyes. The last time he did something against Jungkook it ended with a slap to
the face. The volatile alpha was going to punch him back until he was beaten to a pulp on the
ground. "Go ahead."

Jungkook didn't react. His cheek was red, so red it looked burnt. Jimin hadn't noticed that he had
unloaded all his strength into those punches.

"Sit down, Jimin"

Why was he talking like that?

"No I am not going to fucking sit down. I want to leave!"

Jimin ran into the hallway, his bleeding feet fast against the floor as if it were on fire. Surely there
was an exit lost somewhere in the huge flat. But no matter how much he turned and entered a new
space of cold walls, there was none.
The blond walked back to his starting point, frustrated. He just wanted to go home. Seeing
Jungkook only reminded him of being dumped in the middle of nowhere. "What do you want from
me?" His voice sounded broken, a weak and fragile thread strained by his vocal cords.

Several minutes passed, minutes in which his ragged breathing felt as clear as the anxiety in his
eyes. The silence was the only answer received. Jimin was sick of feeling his own heartbeat
flooding his ears. "Can't you just tell me!?" Jungkook stared at him, as expressionless as ever
though Jimin could see through that facade a little better. The problem was that he didn't know
what he was seeing. It wasn't mockery, it wasn't malice either. He glanced down at the alpha's
crotch unabashedly. "Sex? Is that it?"

Jungkook's nostrils flared and he snorted exhaustedly, almost as if he'd rolled his eyes. Jimin
stepped closer, determination overflowing from every pore on his skin. "Of course you do. I'm
probably the only omega in our Major you haven't fucked yet."

The baggy sweatshirt fell from his body in a dull thud. Unlike the forest, the temperature in the
room was so warm that his nakedness made no difference.

"Let's do it."

Jungkook just stood there, staring at him with indecipherable eyes. It was impossible to guess what
he was thinking and it was getting on Jimin's nerves.

But he would get it over with. He would give the alpha what he wanted and then the bunny would
be left alone, happy. Yet Jimin's hard expression didn't match his omega, who wanted to get the
horniness out of his body rather than "free himself". It was convinced the fear would fade away
once the warm touch confirmed Jungkook didn't hate him. Jimin sometimes hated having to hear
the inner instinctive thoughts.

But were they even instinctive?

He would blame it on the poison, but Jimin wasn't that ignorant. He hated the part of him that
wanted Jungkook out of his venom, manipulation, and his scent. There was this constant pull he
kept dragged with towards the alpha. Jimin would never admit it, not when his pride had been
crushed over and over again by the same guy that made Jimin pour slick out of his body
involuntary. The same shitty dude that made him feel small, fragile, a nobody.

Jimin didn't know why he couldn't take the offense as bad as it was. Why he somehow let the past
go just to go again through the same shit. It was a constant push and pull that was only edging him
with anger but also obsession. And oh if Jungkook knew about that, because he did. The alpha was
so damn sharp he had a memo of Jimin's feelings before the omega himself did. Kinda pathetic,
Jimin thought.

It didn't matter anyways. He would let sex erase all this tension, hatred, stalking, all this obsession
Jungkook had over him because, clearly, the root of it was that Jimin didn't give in that easily and
that he, most likely, was the only omega Jeon-Fucking-Jungkook hadn't put his dicks in yet. There
was no other reason to be constantly chased. If he was going to be one of Jungkook's bitches for
this single fuck, then so be it. But Jimin would be free, finally able to get Jungkook out of his
system. He wouldn't be special anymore.

His omega didn't like the idea, but Jimin squashed the whine threatening to come out of him as
Jungkook stared at him, freezing the blonde on the spot.

"Let's fuck," said Jimin determined. "You can do whatever you want with me tonight."
This had to end.

─────── ·Ⅷ· ───────

He was like a corpse.

The omega's dead weight rested on Jungkook's arms. The pale, cold face, bluish lips and wet body
gave that feeling of a lost soul. The forest still lingered around him, clinging like a grieving ghost to
the omega's body.

Jungkook pushed the door behind him, ignoring the respectful nod of the bodyguard guarding his
apartament. The location was a building in the upscale neighbourhood of the city. There were
several but this one had high security and was at the other end of town.

The lift stopped at the top floor, which had been bought by Jungkook. Jimin was swaying like a
handkerchief in his arms. He weighed nothing. He was like a feather.

After unlocking the entrance he took the omega up to his room and stripped the soft body of all his
clothes as the bath water ran. The clothes fell to the floor in a thud. The naked body was revealed
in all its glory to the alpha and he stood still. Jungkook's gaze carried a strange fury as his mind
was filled with something unknown.

He ran his fingers down the frail neck. The scent glad was untouched, free of any scent but misery.
Bruises were all over his body. Some were clearly from the forest, but others?

The memory of the alpha on Jimin brought him to the brink of releasing venom from his fangs and
he had to grip the edge of the bed to resist the act of jumping on the omega. Jungkook had to relax
the tint that threatened to paint his gaze and turn him into the animal he was.

Oblivious to the storm of emotions in front of him, the bunny was gasping for breath on the bed.
Defenceless. His image was deplorable. Signs of a struggle were obvious, but the clearest was on
the lips with traces of blood.
The predator crouched down to the sleeping, tired face, his lips just inches from the omega.
Jungkook whispered something in his ear and pulled the blond close to his chest, lifting him up with
one arm under his legs and one under his back.

He carried Jimin to the bathtub, leaving the boy in the warm water for a few minutes to regain his
colour as Jungkook sat on the other edge of the toilet in the huge, spacious bathroom, his legs
facing the omega sleeping in the tub.

Jungkook was lost in thought, black eyes analysing every inch of the angelic face. The long
eyelashes, the rosy cheeks and even the subtle freckles that were only noticed a few inches from the
omega.

Park Jimin looked like a fallen angel, with that shiny, soft hair, yet the misery that surrounded him
had stolen all his lustre.

The memory of his panicked face on the road tingled the snake hybrid's skin. It had chased
Jungkook. He hadn't been able to do a single thing right all day, thoughts all going back to the little
bunny lost in the woods. Even the rain had made him tense.

A whole hour passed in which Jungkook did not take his eyes off the omega, in the silence of the
bathroom like a particle of air in the room, unnoticed.

He stood up suddenly and rolled up his sleeves. Jungkook was going to remove every trace of dirt,
of the smell of forest, cold and anguish. He sponged in circles over the soft body but couldn't help
 but press his lips. The coldness of his hard, dark expression contrasted with the softness of his
movements, hand running over the tired body in a relaxed up and down motion. The sponge barely
caressed the skin, leaving traces of soap behind it, scattering lather as it made its way.

He didn't like this feeling. It infuriated him. It seemed as if the possessiveness of last night had
taken a step back, replaced now by a strange weight that Jungkook wasn't used to having on his
body.

Guilt.

Jungkook felt like his little weak 9 years old self again.

Chapter End Notes

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Chapter Summary

"Jungkook had done too much so far to give up, too far to this point. Nothing would stop him
now. Not even the omega himself. Blondie could be fooled all he wanted, but sex wasn't going
to save him from the snake hybrid."

Chapter Notes

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There's one part of this that might be a bit disgusting. But its very short. Just a small warning
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 ❝Ⅸ❞

Stupid.

So damn stupid.

A little push and blondie was ready to do anything to be free.

But you could never be free from me.

The silence felt eternal. Jimin seemed to repeat his last words, judging by his flushed face. An
unconscious pout formed on those lips, and the short boy pulled his legs together as he lowered his
gaze to Jungkook's crotch.

Hah.

It was funny how his mind was an open book to Jungkook. The one-sided link strengthened their
connection, making Jimin almost a puppet for the alpha. Typically it was a good thing for others to
have a bond that exposed so much between two hybrids, but that was only the case when it was a
mutual bond. Maybe that was why he felt guilt, Jungkook thought. His bond with the omega was
making him soft. He'd done it too soon, and his alpha was getting overconfident.

A slight roughness would do.

Jungkook lowered his gaze to the toned legs. Marks and traces of wounds still smudged the milky
skin. The alpha would make sure to make the venom erase every single one. He didn't like stains on
his things.

The raven hybrid took a step forward, and Jimin stepped back like a reflex ingrained in his body.
Jungkook sneered. "Already regretting it?"
A bit popped into the omega's mind. The bunny's thoughts were choppy, and though Jungkook
couldn't read all of them, the regret already appearing in that soft face spoke volumes. But blondie's
relentless pride was too impulsive.

"Never," came out of that pretty mouth in a muttering, though the small clenched fist said
otherwise. Jungkook took another step, and the blond pretended calm this time. There was nothing
more prey than Jimin. His expressions were those of a tiny angry chick pretending to be stronger
than it was. Biting more than it could chew. Jungkook glanced at the glass on the ground and bent
down to pick up a piece. All this anger was unexpected. Even the sudden blows had been a surprise
factor. Jungkook couldn't see it coming as the omega's mind was blurred. His face felt hot from the
slap, but it had felt like fighting a child rather than a boy his age.

"Sure, then," he finally said, tossing the loose dark strands out of his vision. The bunny thought all
this would end once they had sex, but the poor thing didn't know Jungkook well enough.

No game wasn't over until Jungkook was done.

Jimin pressed his lips together, rapid blinks accompanied by a sigh that was meant to be subtle yet
made his naked chest move forward in a strangled sound. His cheeks soon went red again. The
alpha pushed the glass out of the way and moved in until he had that blond head inches from him.
The omega's big eyes lifted in horror, panic floating in that brown iris. "Try to look less scared,
then" It wasn't his first time. And that made Jungkook want to rip the omega's skin off for the mere
fact that others had touched him.

Like a children's book, Jimin was so predictable. A confident smile formed on those pink lips as the
bunny spoke. "I've taken more dicks than omegas you've fucked."
The snake hybrid couldn't help but grin. Blondie always buried his own grave with that mouth.
Jungkook went back to his addiction, and his eyes rested on those full lips again, making his tongue
throb with desire. He wanted to ruin it, invade it, run the tips of his forked tongue along the edge of
those teeth and make the boy swallow his saliva like holy water. The mere thought of those lips
around his cock pumped blood to his crotch.

Jimin stood on his tiptoes and kissed the alpha, eyes squeezed in nervousness. The touch was so
gentle it pissed the predator off, and Jungkook grabbed his jaw, forcing it open to complete the kiss.
The release soon trickled through the omega's chin as he felt the touch of his tongue against the
alpha's. Jungkook grabbed a handful of hair and yanked it back.

Ah... that expression.

Rosy cheeks, glossy eyes full of desire. Jimin couldn't even hide the urge to continue the kiss, lips
trembling as his hands pressed against Jungkook's chest, feeling his pecs like a sacred wall. The
slick smell was so mild that even the omega hadn't noticed yet, but Jungkook had. The slightest
change in the blond stole his attention. "Fuck" he couldn't help but mutter as the blond licked his
lip. It infuriated him. Even the omega's own tongue going over that fat, smooth lip filled the snake
with envy. Resisting tearing it off was difficult. Jungkook's mind filled with dark thoughts every
time the bunny glued to his body took a painful breath.

Their mouths collided in a clash of teeth filled with rage and lust. The omega almost slipped from
the thrusting force, and soon his waist was encircled by that arm. The soft hands clung to his body
like a magnet. It was taking the alpha to the limit of his self-control not to throw the boy to the
ground and get him on all fours.

Tongues swirled in a rushed rhythm, chasing the satisfaction that felt unattainable. It was never
enough, never too long of a kiss. Even glory didn't compare to the soft touch and that cloyingly
sweet smell embracing Jungkook. Every millimetre of his body burned to the point where the
omega's hands stung. Jungkook raised the naked omega as Jimin let out a yelp. He grabbed the
bunny and walked to the stairs, steps slow, in an imperfect order. Jungkook could barely reach the
edge of them. The kiss was so aggressive to the point his senses tingled. Their noses touched, and
Jungkook felt the hot breath of the throbbing body pressed against him. He wanted to swallow
Jimin whole, cage the pretty omega in his own skin, making the little thing cry to be free till his
mind broke and all he could feel was Jungkook. Such control over a person wasn't morally right.
The prey had no chance to win, not a single advantage on his side.

It wasn't fair, but Jungkook was a dirty player. Jimin in his arms was proof of that.

The bulge pressed on his abdomen grew as he caressed the soft wetness of the omega's mouth.
Little gasps escaped from the blond every time the kiss paused, taking the chance of the break to
breathe, though it didn't take long. Jungkook didn't want him to breathe, to catch his breath. The
alpha needed those delicate lungs to collapse till the only air the bunny had access to was
Jungkook's breath.

He tightened his grip on the slender waist and climbed upwards, propelling himself to the next step.
The stairs took forever. Each step was a pause to his legs in which Jungkook distracted himself by
kissing and biting the fluffiness of those lips. A pause in which he was frustrated at not being able
to bite and tear. The omega's pleasure-filled face pushed him to lose control over the chains that
kept him constantly in place. The alpha could feel the flushed dick tickling against his skin, rubbing
shamelessly. The organ pulsed between them, rising even higher at the wet sound of unabashed
kissing. Jungkook's mouth tasted of the blond to the point where his saliva turned sweet with
desire.

The alpha lifted him even higher and continued to ascend. Every time Jimin tried to stop the kiss, it
was impossible. Jungkook's teeth dug into his lower lip, threatening to rip it off as soon as the
bunny moved another inch away from him. Jimin could only breathe against his mouth, could only
gasp inexplicable whispers that urged the snake hybrid to never stop.

The omega's body felt like a feather against Jungkook. The weight was insignificant against him, so
small in his eyes even though there was no more than 6 centimetres difference between them. But
the predator's crushing aura with the soft, soothing atmosphere of the omega created that contrast
that caressed Jungkook's ego. Submission, total control of that mind. He could break that slender
neck at any moment. He could chop off those legs and leave the bunny here, isolated with no
contact with anyone but Jungkook.

Only him.

"S-slow down" whined the omega. Jimin's lungs were about to collapse from a lack of air.
Jungkook decided to be patient and let him take a whiff of air. Jimin was breathing hard, the hot air
still surrounding him. Several strands stuck to his hair.

"Why should I?" whispered Jungkook even though he complied to the beg, gaze running over the
way those dark nipples were slowly hardening, the touch of skin with skin leaving them no other
option. "Open"

Jimin stared at him, lost for a few seconds. He didn't want to abide by the order, yet at the same
time, the boy had to fight to please Jungkook in any way he could. The alpha preferred the first
option. If it was too easy, it wasn't as much fun. Jungkook wanted to force the bunny, make him see
how insignificant his opinion was against his inner urges, but Jimin had to come to the critical
conclusion on his own. After seconds that felt like forever, the bunny timidly parted his lips till his
tongue peeked at the alpha. It was red inside, hot. It felt like the birth of lava coursing through
Jungkook's veins, an unrelenting heat that cut through the signals between his brain cells.

The predator licked the inside of the bunny's mouth, and automatically Jimin tensed in his arms.
Locking eye contact with the prey pressed against his chest, Jungkook let a thick droll slip, slowly
into the open mouth. At the cold sensation of snake spit, Jimin's face turned a mixture of surprise
and disgust, yet his dick pulsed into a full erection. The omega became a red dot as a drop echoed
against the floor. The slick made his exit at the worst time, freezing the omega, who still had his
mouth open, Jungkook's saliva glistening on the soft tongue. The alpha waited, eyes riveted like a
whip on the bunny's Adam's apple. He wanted to see that nub move up and down, the ball of his
throat giving way to his saliva inside the blond's body. The mere thought that a fluid of his was
inside the omega made his skin boil. "Swallow, Jiminie. Taste it."
He did it.

He fucking did.

Blushing, Jimin swallowed the thick saliva, never taking his eyes off Jungkook, like a whore in
heat-seeking his master's approval. That glossy gaze begging for acceptance, utterly different from
the strong determination minutes ago. Jimin waited with trembling lips to hear that but at the lack
of comment, the bunny hid his face in the hollow of Jungkook's neck, embarrassed. The strands
nuzzled against the alpha's skin, and he had to resist pushing them away. The bunny timidly
approached him again, lacking the tact to which he was enslaved. His lips touched Jungkook's
again in an innocent kiss. But Jungkook wasn't having it. Soon, that peak turned back into an unfair
fight for dominance, with a painful desire thickening between them.

The eternal steps came to an end amidst kisses and gasps. His footsteps sped to the room door
where he had left the omega sleeping. He still had the warmth of Jimin's body like a phantom on
his skin. The omega would never know, but Jungkook had ended up lying down in that same bed
with him. It had felt animalistic. The snake hybrid couldn't take his eyes off the sleeping bunny.
Too pretty, too perfect.

"Wait-" Jimin fell onto the bed, bouncing slightly. His eyes were so wide they looked like they
would pop out of their sockets. He swallowed so many times he seemed to choke. That little head
was already regretting its decisions. Jungkook grinned internally.

"Scared?"
"I'm not," he whispered with that quivering frown. His words didn't match with the thoughts
crossing his mind. Though Jungkook couldn't catch all of them, the ones on the surface were
screaming for help to escape the situation. But Jungkook wasn't a good person. He would push that
button until he saw the little thing crumble between his hands.

The edgy look under that halo of eyelashes only worsened the little thing's situation. He was such a
prey it hurt. One couldn't help but pause at the sight of him. The face of an angel and the mouth of a
whore. A walking temptation with those warm cheeks and those abused lips, red and shiny with
spit. His two cocks wouldn't fit in that mouth, but Jungkook could imagine his cum dripping from
every warm hole the omega had.

In a quick shift, the alpha pushed Jimin's chest with one hand and grabbed his arm until he twisted
the bunny around. The omega jerked in surprise, turning his head towards Jungkook, trying to see
him from the corner of his eye. "L-lube!"

It was funny how he was trying to squirm from the alpha's grasp. He couldn't even move his fingers
an inch from the spot.

Jungkook stared at the two round cheeks in front of him. He grabbed one as he pulled away,
revealing the pink soaked hole. His cock stiffened at the mere sight. Not a finger would go in there
and he already wanted to break it in two, till the omega couldn't sit for weeks. The slick was sticky,
like sweet-smelling liquid honey. It ran down the smooth legs. Every time the alpha moved the fat
under his fingers more slick was gushed from that hole. Thin threads gathered between the two orbs
and he had to resist the urge to stick his head in and lick. The thought was tempting.

He blew the wet entrance and Jimin pressed his face into the pillow. His ears looked red from
where Jungkook was. The alpha threw himself on top of the body, his two arms resting on either
side of the blond, caging the bunny against the bed. The little prey's position on all fours made
Jungkook's crotch bump against the open ass. The alpha brought his lips to the reddened ear. "Your
slick is everywhere."
Jimin shoved himself even more against the pillow as the rough hand travelled to the point where
their bodies connected. A finger had to enter easily, judging by the loose clenching of the muscle
ring. Jungkook knew he was right when he slipped into the burning wetness. His pulse quickened
as he felt the rage of his alpha growing by the second. Losing control wasn't an option but instincts
screamed at Jungkook to mount the omega, bite the thin neck and breed him till cum poured down
the milky legs with every step the prey took.

"Slower..." the bunny cried out, still hiding against the sheets like a virgin given to the Head Alpha
of a pack.

Virginity.

"Who was your first time" Jungkook inquired, and it felt more like an interrogation. He sped up the
back and forth of his finger inside the omega, trying to stay calm despite the sweet smell of the
prey. His erections ached.

Jimin tensed for a few seconds. Silent immediately, ignoring the question. But Jungkook wasn't
having it. Within seconds he slipped two more in, stretching the wet entrance even further, his
thumb flirting with the puffy rim. The blond's breath hitched, vibrating with the force with which
Jungkook carved a space into him. Little wet sounds were already making themselves present, the
slick dripping so much that the dampness touched the omega's knees.

"Answer the question."

"I-It's none of your... b-business," was the blond's reply and Jungkook couldn't help but smirk
against his nape. So fucking stubborn.
Since when did disobedience turn him on?

His hand landed on the fat like a sharp whip, making Jimin go rigid, a stranded sound caught in the
bunny's throat. Jungkook could feel the heat from the hit under his palm, the area was probably red
but he didn't try to glance back. "Who was your first time." The damage was done and there was no
turning back. But Jungkook needed to know who had caused it. Jimin pressed his face even tighter
against the pillow. The back of his thin neck was red.

"Why do you want to know?" came out as a trickle of a voice. The little thing seemed about to blurt
out the answer Jungkook couldn't see in that head.

"Didn't you want to be free?" the alpha invited, now against the sweaty temple. He could feel the
omega's vigorous heartbeat from the surface of his face, veins pulsing to push the anxiety away. Yet
the alpha's fingers kept drilling into the tight heat, unconsciously searching for the watery
warmness his dicks didn't get yet. Jimin could feel the dragging, the way the tips of the three
fingers caressed the walls of his insides. His mind was filled with lust, but he wasn't lost enough yet
for Jungkook's liking. It was still too soon.

"A random alpha, okay? Drop it already" he finally replied, hiding the subtle gasps escaping his
lips with each in and out of the long fingers. But Jungkook saw through that cloud in his head.
Hoseok's name flickered in the omega's mind for a microsecond.

Hah.

No wonder that fucker was so eager to save Jimin.

"Such a whore" he spat out in bitterness. If he didn't regret beating the beta into a blackout before,
now he regretted not killing him with his bare hands. Jimin ignored his comment, though his
indifference was short-lived as Jungkook grabbed several strands of hair, lifting his face until he
had those brown eyes looking down at him. "You just let any dick in, don't you?"

Jungkook wasn't talking for the sake of doing it. He knew his words hurt the omega. Many times
they were too harsh but to break that wall he had to degrade the little thing till the omega felt like
shit. And right now those glossy eyes proved how tight his leash on the bunny was. "Yeah, right
now is proof of that," said Jimin with that relentless determination. Even when bent to take
Jungkook's fingers he was still stubborn, contrary to his thoughts."But you will leave me alone after
this."

"Of course."

Never.

Jungkook had done too much so far to give up, too far to this point. Nothing would stop him now.
Not even the omega himself. Blondie could be fooled all he wanted, but sex wasn't going to save
him from the snake hybrid.

The alpha couldn't help the mischievous grin and without taking his eyes off that lustrous gaze, he
unzipped the fly of his trousers. Jimin's pupils shrank at the sound as Jungkook let go of his hair. A
sudden groan was heard as the omega pressed his weight too hard on the wound in his knee, so the
alpha pulled his wet fingers out and spun the blond around until he bounced on the bed on his back.
Jimin's face was red, with a nervous frown and twinkling eyes that matched the gasping breath. His
nerves were on edge, so much he was still clutching the pillow.
Jungkook licked the slick coating on his fingers, making sure to keep eye contact with the blond in
his bed. Sweet, but not that sweet. The type of sweetness that was addicting but never too much.
There were no words to describe the taste accurately, but the fruit was like the apple tree it fell
from. Hard to forget, hard to not seek more from it. Jungkook felt like he had discovered a diamond
mine with his name on it.

The bunny's erection rested on his stomach. The little useless dick was looking at Jungkook with
desire, seeking release from his hands. Red, like every part of the omega's body that was touched
by him. Jungkook pulled down his trousers and stood in silence. The blond's eyes were so wide, so
still in one spot. His shaking had stopped, now like a statue in front of the alpha. Jungkook stroked
his cock under the blond's horrified gaze and reached in for the other one. Panic could be seen in
that tiny head, but the omega couldn't look away.

Two obscenely thick dicks pulsed between the alpha's legs, one under the other. They were as wide
as the omega's arm. Jungkook grinned, enjoying the fear that showed in those brown eyes. He
grabbed both legs ajar and pulled his prey until he was between the omega's legs on the edge of the
bed. Jimin bit his lips, holding back the plea to end this, unaware that the alpha already knew about
it.

Jungkook was enjoying this too much. It wasn't new. Every omega or alpha who didn't know about
hybrid snakes came with the idea that they only had to deal with one. Tears and blood always ended
up wetting the bed, or the floor, or the pool water as had happened at parties a few times.

He positioned his cocks on the bunny's stomach. It was bizarre the way half the bunny's body was
almost entirely covered by them. The omega's dick was a joke next to Jungkook's.

"You won't walk the same after this" Jungkook whispered, spitting on the lubed entrance. The
saliva mixed with the slick, sliding down the breathing hole that shrunk at the contact. Jimin was
rigid, his lips parted in horror.
"Will you leave me alone after this, though?" the blond asked again, eyes raised to the alpha. That
long-lashed shield with a wet, abused lip from biting it gave that air of innocence that the omega
lacked. It wasn't his first time, it wasn't even the first time he'd spread his legs for an alpha.
Jungkook clicked his tongue.

"Once I fill you with my cum." He was scaring the poor thing, even though the main show wasn't
happening today. "Relax your muscles"

Jimin seemed to only just realize the defensive position of his body. He didn't even know when he
had squeezed his entrance to such an extent that his stomach was tight in a knot. Jungkook ran a
finger into the hole and brushed the edges with the intermixed saliva. The sound was slimy. He
could just hear the omega's heartbeat and his finger running over the rugged relief of his hole. The
alpha eased it in this time and dilated the entrance until he had room for more. But Jimin was still
too fucking tense.

It didn't matter. Jungkook would still make him cry tonight. He lined up the head of one of his
cocks with the wet entrance. It seemed impossible that he was going to get in there. It looked
abominable against the omega's body. More an instrument of torture than an alpha's cock. But that
was the good thing. The omega's tears were just a bonus.

He pushed and the effect was immediate. The hole was stretched to the max until it could only suck
in half the cockhead and Jimin panicked from the pain. One fast glance and the blond's mind was a
storm. Jungkook pushed even harder.

"I-it hurts!" whined Jimin clutching the sheets at his sides. The pillow was crumpled from the
pressure of his weight. He gritted his teeth to endure the pain, but it wasn't enough. The burning
sensation was not the only thing throbbing on his skin. It was like being torn apart, like a piece of
paper folded in opposite directions until it broke easily.
Jungkook was supposed to take pity on the delicate body but the memory of feeling guilt only made
him even angrier. Maybe he should change the initial plan. Maybe he should go all the way
tonight.

But it was still too soon.

Unconsciously he was already bent over the omega, one hand around that thin neck and the head of
his cock pressed against the hole forcing his way into the entrance. Jimin's eyes widened as he felt
the fingers press against his neck, squeezing his jugular with menacing force.

"You will take it" Jungkook said unable to resist another look at those lips, those cheeks, warm eyes
that urged to be protected. Even though he couldn't wait to enter the warmth of that body and take
over every cell in it, it was an empty threat. He would enter it, conquer it until his own scent was
eliminated until the omega no longer remembered what he smelled like because every millimeter of
his skin smelled of Jungkook. But not now. Not tonight. The very thought of cumming in the
omega filled him with need and while the auto control was hanging in a thin thread, Jungkook was
confident it was under his control. Jimin couldn't take it anymore and escaped the relaxed grip,
lifting his torso to grab the edge of the bed, pretending to propel himself out of the human cage
above him. The effort was in vain.

"Were do you think you are going?" Jungkook's mouth was already on his neck, long fingers
pressing the omega against the bed aggressively until there was no room to move or breathe. Jimin
gasped for air till his eyes became watery, the glossy of that brown becoming a shiny mixture of
fear and pain.

I could poison him. His spit was already in the omega's body, guaranteeing him an effective entry.
Showing the boy those convincing images that he should please Jungkook again. But lately, it had
been unnecessary. The omega was thinking on his own about the snake hybrid. Jimin's own desire
drove him to think about Jungkook as much as he longed for him, which only strengthened that
bond even more.
Like a rat lab running around, the alpha needed to let the little thing act by himself to watch his
behaviour. Jungkook loosened his grasp, holding back the venom that was ready to come out as
Jimin breathed again, gaze locked on the predator. His chest filled with air as the alpha's eyes filled
with his own, as if he feared being denied that need again. The bunny's lips quivered in pain as
Jungkook continued to thrust.

Somewhere between all the sweat and grunts coming out of both hybrids, the two ears popped off
the omega's head. The pain had him panicked, so dizzy, that Jimin was about to blackout.

His hole was stretched to the max and Jungkook pretended to stretch even further. There was not
enough room inside that body for one of his cocks yet even less for both. But the little thing had to
learn to take them at some point. He had to be used to them.

Crave them.

How else would he be with Jungkook? How else would he carry Jungkook's seed?

The image of the blond in his bed every single hour of the day, waiting for the alpha, to please him,
filled with cum that slipped out of his cunt from how full the blond was, a tattoo of Jungkook's
mark on his neck dark as the lust of his eyes. The alpha's fangs ached with desire. Nothing could
deny him from having that. He deserved it.
Jungkook pressed even harder until the head of his cock entered fully and Jimin cried out in pain.
The omega's hands clutched at Jungkook's arms eagerly, his nails digging so deep that blood
dripped from parts of his biceps.

"...I can't do this" came out of the omega in a sob, dropping his hands. He covered his eyes with his
arms, hiding the cheeks that soon began to moisten. "I can't do this" he repeated. Jungkook glanced
down at the sudden wetness touching his leg, noticing that it was not slick but something else.

Pee.

Fear had driven the bunny to piss himself, terrified of being split in two by the alpha, unable to
cope with the pain. His legs as pale as his face trembled endlessly, no matter how hard he tried to
hide his crotch with them the alpha could see the slick mixed with the pee in his tight entrance.

It wasn't new. It was usual for the first time with the alpha to end in pleas for him to stop and then
an obsession with the sensation of being filled by him.

Jungkook pulled those arms away, revealing red cheeks and eyes flooding with tears. The omega
squeezed his eyelids shut, enveloping his vision in darkness. It was a twisted sensation. His tears
gave Jungkook a strange feeling. The image was addicting and it got to the point where he needed
to savour what those tears felt like on those soft cheeks. Salty, but sweet. The bunny's skin was
exquisite, so pleasant to the touch that sometimes it urged the alpha to tear it from the omega's skin
till shred him from any protection, leaving all raw muscle naked. Chew the bunny's skin off from
his bones till the blood flowed and the pain was agonizing.

Jungkook traced the wet path of a small tear with his thumb until he reached its source in those
closed eyes and brought his thumb to his mouth. Devouring was not enough for the hunger this
creature provoked in him. Its pain, fear and agony were ecstasies. The panic in its eyes, in its
broken voice... everything was a trigger. This was not new. This process happened every time
Jungkook fucked a new hybrid.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to go till the end this time.

He hadn't planned to go all the way tonight, regardless. But this scenario was giving him mixed
feelings. This wasn't the ending he thought would satisfy him.

Jungkook came out of the omega with ease despite the pressure of the warm walls choking his dick.
The slick accumulated inside spilled onto the bed, fine threads clinging to the cockhead. Jimin let
out a sigh of distress and the muscles in his body loosened.

The alpha stood there, caging the omega, studying his reaction while the bunny trembled
pathetically on his bed, long ears drooping. He looked frightened, afraid of being devoured by the
snake that was watching him closely, unable to look the alpha in the eye.

Regret didn't make its way through the snake's heart this time but his body was frozen.

Jungkook needed to get him to sleep before his fear of what had just happened would be a burden
for the rest of days. He reached up to the wet face and pulled the delicate arms away. Jimin still
refused to open his eyes.

The omega's entire body was ground under his dominion. Jungkook had touched the boy all over
while he slept so his venom would be fresh. He still had to remove the wounds and scars, ease the
pain, and remove scenes from his head he saw fit.
Jungkook kissed those pillowy lips. Salty. The boy stopped shaking under his body, taken aback by
the sudden action. The alpha brought his arms to the sides of the blond head, and with a subtle
sway, let the venom flow through his skin. It was easy. He had already bitten Jimin from the first
moment. All it took was an order to his own toxic fluids.

However, it was clearly of little use if Jimin didn't give in. Jungkook couldn't bring himself to just
force him. Even if he could distract the blond from the memory his alpha disliked going that far.
Jimin was too delicate. He himself had to fully give in for Jungkook to be inside that little womb.

Jungkook already knew tonight wouldn't end with them fucking, but the sudden proposal had
caught him off guard and he ended up giving in to see how brave the omega would pretend to be.

Jimin still had to come to him by himself. And oh, if that was going to happen. Jungkook couldn't
wait.

The change in the soft snoring told him it had taken effect. Jungkook pulled his lips away from the
omega, meeting the image he could stare at for hours. It was never enough. Jimin slept peacefully
with tears in his eyes that the alpha wiped away with his finger. His breathing was ragged from the
now calmed crying as his thin neck was green, the poison slowly taking effect. The wounds on his
legs were already gone. The alpha wasn't used to using his venom for anything good. It was a first.

He got up and got dressed. Jungkook had yet to move the peacefully sleeping omega to another
bed.
 ─────── ·Ⅸ· ───────

Jin was fed up.

The feeling of heaviness and anxiety due to the drug was still in his body even after so many hours
since it happened. He didn't know what followed after that. The only thing the omega could sense
for sure was that Taehyung had stuck his nose where it didn't belong.

It wasn't the first time he'd woken up in the alpha's bed, but against his will? That wasn't
Taehyung's style. The alpha's eyes were the first thing to greet him.
It had been hours.

"I'm leaving," he said desperately. Taehyung made no attempt to get up. "Seriously, I need to go to
class."

The alpha fiddled with the pass card in his hands, long fingers pushing each corner until he spun it
around, the same way he fiddled with the pen.

Jin was tired.

His phone was nowhere to be seen so he couldn't contact Dae-Hyun, Jimin or Hobi. Taehyung had
dragged him from the club to his room, forcing Jin to fuck to fix the problems they had.

There was nothing to fix.

Taehyung was going to have a fiancee shortly and Jin already had one. Their relationship was only
getting more complicated and this had to end before they both fell through the cracks in their
facade.

"I won't avoid you anymore" Jin pleaded, his hand pressed against the knob. It was embarrassing to
beg but he couldn't stay here another minute. It had been about 12 hours and the sound of people
walking back and forth only meant it was Monday.

He glanced at Jin, suspicious.

"It's not my fault," he said calmly, as if this was the time to look for a culprit in this whole mess. Jin
rolled his eyes.

"So it's mine? Did I seduce you now? I told you I'm not doing this anymore, you can save that
speech" said the omega getting more and more frustrated. The knob was locked and he needed to
get out. The only thing Jin had seen in all these hours was the alpha's huge room, the walls
drowning the omega in his misery. At least partying made him forget he had an owner whose
brother he had been fucking for years and now a new omega was involved.

He liked Taehyung, obviously. He craved him like a child who craves candy, only for Jin it was for
a lifetime. But the alpha wasn't his, and no matter how many years he'd been playing who falls first,
Jin was still at square one.

The other Kims had decided that Taehyung should commit to an omega, at least in public since
cheating on your mate was usual. He could not choose since he was not the heir but he was old
enough to have an omega destined for him. Last thing Jin needed was being a mistress married to
another dude. The omega wasn't on that list because he was already someone else's object, but why
did Taehyung have to belong to someone else too?

Guilt gnawed at him. No one deserved to be cheated on like this. Namjoon was the exception
because of how horrible he was, but the other girl? Jin wanted to hide far from this country.

"Let me go, I'll be late for class and I haven't even taken a shower."

"No."

"Taehyung... please" he begged. Jin knew this wasn't a product of him partying but of ignoring him.
If he didn't give him his attention the alpha became obsessive and his only way to get that attention
back was to pigeonhole Jin until he made the omega talk. But what was the point of talking?
Fucking wasn't a conversation. This couldn't go on when there were already four people involved.
Neither their families wanted to, nor would the world itself give them a break.

The alpha seemed to read his mind because despite the taciturn look he always had, that
melancholy glow came through. Taehyung was a proud guy, as proud as his family. His obsession
with being second place was only made worse by the knowledge that even for Jin he wasn't. But he
was Jin's first option. The only option. Yet as the alpha he was, it was somehow Jin's fault. The fact
that Namjoon had chosen him was solely his fault.

"I told my mother I needed some time," the alpha interrupted, eyes on the ground. His dark locks
hid that expression. "But I'll have to keep going to dates with her."

"I don't want to hear this" Jin muttered, turning the knob again and again, hoping it would
magically unlock. He didn't care who Taehyung slept with. It was an open relationship for both of
their needs. But marrying? That was linked to creating a link and mating was a serious matter.
Mating meant the deepest connection and bond with another hybrid. Just imagining another omega
attached to the one who should be his alpha made Jin uneasy.

"I'll let you go," Taehyung muttered, getting up suddenly, already dressed since he planned to go to
class and leave Jin locked in the room like he had done yesterday. The omega was still carrying his
party outfit. He could feel his body sticky from the alpha's cum inside him, the alcohol and the
sweat from last night. Jin let the air out of his lungs as he watched the alpha pull out the key. "But
you will stop avoiding me"

Jin had to nod if he wanted that door open. "Yes, whatever."

Soon his purse was over his palm and the door was unlocking.

His steps were quick as soon as he saw the alpha swipe the card. Jin didn't look at him as he
crossed, nor did Taehyung try to stop him. Seeing the hallway empty relieved him, being lucky that
he wasn't going to run into any alpha as he exited the building. He ran as best he could, making
sure the doors he passed were empty, that no one was behind him either. Jeon's dark door was
closed, implying that the alpha was in class unlike his friend. Weird.

Jin walked down the stairs he knew so well and embarrassment hit him hard when he saw the sun
over his head. There were a few hybrids sitting in the cool atmosphere, chatting amongst
themselves. Jin stood out overdressed like a stripper in broad daylight on campus. The stares were
immediate and the omega ducked his head. He had to get out of there into the building as soon as
possible so he ran as if his life depended on it, heels clacking against the damp earth. Jin was a
mess. He didn't even look like a student.

The omega building seemed far away. His feet ached from the height of the heels and the anxiety of
hiding begged him to hurry. The low stairs were visible through the bushes and he climbed up,
ignoring the elevator. Jin needed a shower. To switch off for a second.

And talk to Jimin.

The hallway was empty, though some doors were open. It was lesson time so most of the students
must have been busy in class.

His footsteps were all too obvious in the building, echoing with every step he took. The omega
reached into his bag for the pass card to save time, though his luck wasn't smiling that much today.

"Jin?" the voice of one of the omegas living in the flat stopped him in his tracks. "What are you
doing?" Jin turned around in mortification, meeting a thin boy with dark hair and glasses bigger
than his face. He looked at him all curious, blinking several times. "Why are you... wearing that."

The omega didn't know what to say and just smiled, uncomfortably. "I was partying last night and
fell asleep."
Yes, that will do.

"You smell like... cum" muttered the boy, taking a step back, disgusted. Luckily he wasn't the same
grade as them, otherwise, he would have seen Taehyung written on every inch of Jin's skin.

"It was a wild night" blurted Jin out and rushed to the next door, opening it at a record speed before
disappearing and leaving the neighbour omega all alone in the middle of the corridor.

─────── ·Ⅸ· ───────

Jimin didn't know how to explain the previous night, but it was burned into his retina. It had been
hours. No, he had even slept again and it was still there. Every scene was played over and over
again. The footage of last night's disaster. How his determination led him to humiliate himself once
again and how he ended up in another mess.

Worst of all was his omega's sense of guilt as if he felt sorry for not living up to it. Up to what,
exactly? There was no human way of having those dicks inside him.

No matter how much he wanted to deny that he wanted the alpha, he did. Jimin wanted to get
Jungkook out of his system, to end the heat that came from touching him. But he couldn't let that go
yet. His body wouldn't allow it.

Till then, Jimin was still chained to Jungkook. To his obsession, to his power on the omega.

Jimin couldn't run away without being searched and he couldn't rebel either. The scars had faded
from his body for some strange reason, but the pain was still there, not physical. The rage,
helplessness and frustration of being unable to fight back against Jungkook for once were too
annoying.

Regardless of his instincts and his attraction to the alpha, the game was not balanced. Jimin twisted
and bent to the needs of the snake hybrid, like a little puppet dancing between the strings pulled up
and down by its creator.

Clearly his determination was bullshit. Jimin was aware his omega wanted Jungkook's approval, he
didn't like his angry side and liked to please the alpha to feel better about himself. But as much as
those dark desires floated around his head, the bunny couldn't let himself go so easily.

His omega was feeling worse and even if Jungkook apologized –which would never happen, of
course– Jimin would still need to take revenge. Find a way to at least strike back a single blow. To
see Jungkook in his situation, frustrated and as affected by Jimin as the omega was by the snake
hybrid.

Jimin got out of bed. The sunlight was so strong from the window that it had been impossible not to
wake up. They were on the top floor, probably. The city was clearer now, but it was impossible to
locate the campus. They were either too far or in another whole city.

The omega had slept alone in a different room from the one he had woken up in the night before.
Jungkook had disappeared after last night. Jimin was sure the alpha had moved him to another
room himself. Jimin couldn't remember when he had slept, it even worried him that his body had
collapsed from fucking the alpha. Yet, when he checked himself, Jimin was brand new. Even the
fatigue of the previous day was gone.

The fact that they had slept under the same roof was creepy. But Jungkook's presence was nil in the
room, meaning Jimin's assigned bed was free territory.

Yes, Jimin did try to leave again.

He woke up in the middle of the night a few times. There was no use in fighting with that door
made out of steel, though Jimin came back to it six times, going down the stairs over and over
again through the night to try a new method.

The apartment was filled with long doors that made the place look just as frivolous as its owner.
Jimin had thought about going to the kitchen and threatening Jungkook with a knife but the alpha's
room was locked. And waking him up would have only given the omega trouble.
He dressed in the hoodie thrown on the fancy chair near the corner. It was Jungkook's but Jimin had
no choice since his own clothes were nowhere to be seen, so after that he put on the slippers he had
been wearing since he came there. The whole thing felt strange and yet all-consuming. Jungkook's
scent was in every particle of the air, and Jimin had stopped detecting it as a surprise factor.

He descended the stairs on his way out. The whole place was lit by the windows yet no one was
there. The broken glass from the figures lying on the floor was now nothing more than a memory.
Every single thing was so perfectly placed to the point that it seemed as if no one lived there. Both
the dishes in the kitchen and the rags, that a person who frequented the place would have had wet
or simply used, looked brand new.

His eyes stopped at the sight of a phone and a wallet on the glass table. Jimin almost let out a cry of
happiness. The omega ran to the device and grabbed his things. He had never been so happy to see
his phone, not even when his father gave him the latest version every year. The bunny pressed the
power button, expecting to see a branded screen, but only his reflection in the dark glass greeted
him.

No battery.

"Shit." At least he was a step closer to freedom now. Jimin walked to the exit, surprised to see that
it was open. The door he had been fighting with all night was ajar, almost mocking Jimin's
desperation, hours before, to get through it. The blond didn't even give it a second thought and
pushed it open all the way. He was leaving, finally leaving.

Jimin looked like an excited child running down the stairs to pick up his Christmas present, only
that the bunny was running to touch his freedom. He wanted to take the stairs but opted for the
huge elevator on the floor. Among the thousands of buttons, his doubts got confirmed, when he saw
that the last one was the one he had been in. Now Jimin only needed to get to the main entrance and
get a taxi.

The elevator was fast. In less than two seconds the sliding doors were opening to a reception area
half full of nattily dressed guests. Jimin was like a sore thumb between them, only wearing a black
hoodie and slippers bigger than his foot size. But he didn't care.

The huge glass doors opened out onto the avenue and Jimin could already smell the trace of rain
which, ironically enough, he was now happy to smell.

His face changed as he walked through the automatic doors. A black car parked in front of him,
gleaming. Its elongated, futuristic shape gave that aura that it cost ten buildings like the one he had
just stepped out of.

Jimin didn't know what to do for a moment. Jungkook was staring at him from the driver's window
with that passive face, almost daring the omega to try and run from him. But Jimin was sure this
time he would really run him over if he didn't listen. The fucker had a strange obsession with
staring at Jimin and clearly could do it for hours.

Fuck.

The blond walked to the back door in frustration. He didn't want to be that close. His options
became limited once the doorknob of the back door refused to open. Jimin reluctantly climbed into
the passenger seat, slamming the door shut in frustration. Jungkook immediately started the car and
locked the doors from inside. "Hope you enjoyed those minutes of freedom"

"Any second away from you is heaven" muttered Jimin refusing to look at him, eyes on the
window. He could feel the alpha move his free arm, letting it rest on Jimin's seat. His arm touched
the ends of the blond hair but the omega refused to comment on it. What he wanted right now was a
car accident and to see Jungkook dying all covered in blood.

Not to the point to kill him though.

The fuck? His omega needed to shut up for a moment and let Jimin hate the dickhead in peace for
once.

The car began to move and Jimin arched a wary eyebrow. What was assuring him that the alpha
wasn't going to take him to the outskirts of the city or to another flat lost in nowhere? "I'm driving
to the university, unclench" Jungkook cut in his thoughts. The omega hadn't even turned around
and the snake hybrid already had an answer. Sometimes it felt like he could read his mind.

"Finally" the blond groaned, taking his word for it because he had no other choice, and focused on
the glass that showed him the outside.

From the reflection of the window, he could see the alpha's profile, focused on what was in front of
him. Jungkook moved the steering wheel deftly despite the –probably illegal– speed at which they
were going.

His perfect attire was back once again. Jimin didn't know what time it was, but on Mondays lessons
started early and it didn't seem early anymore. Jimin didn't even have the energy to think about the
blank spot on his record for missing class. His father wouldn't find out if he was lucky enough. But
then again, the boy had been out of luck ever since he locked eyes with Jungkook.

The journey was silent; the omega's controlled breathing, aware of his own every action, and the
alpha's almost invisible presence. His arm still draped possessively over the back of the seat, long
fingers almost touching the omega's shoulder. Jimin didn't want to imagine what he looked like in
the eyes of the hybrids glancing at the luxurious car. He probably looked like the devil's mate or his
pet. Or worse: Jungkook's new bitch.

The very idea made him shrink in his seat.

Jimin didn't move his eyes from the window until he recognized the forest road, the shortcut that
Kai once took him through the first time they met. He turned forward, meeting the descent to the
university gates in the distance. It was so far away it was a mere silhouette in the horizon. The car
stopped suddenly, still too far from the campus. Jungkook unlocked the gates.

"You can leave now" the alpha said suddenly, a subtle curve on his lips. Jimin had to resist the urge
to punch him in the face and take away that merciless charm in every expression he made. Of
course Jungkook wouldn't drop him right in front of the gate.

Of course Jungkook wouldn't be normal for once.

There was never a truce with the man.

"Can't you drop me closer? There's like 2km till the gates. I can't even see the buildings from here"

"Aren't you tired of being with me?" grinned Jungkook, but it wasn't a genuine smile. Jimin had a
hard time imagining one on the alpha's lips. "If you have energy to try to open the door six times
through the whole night you have it to take a walk right now."

The blond had to bite his lips, resisting slapping the alpha in the face. He must've had the worst
antecedents in his past life at this point.

"I'm only wearing slippers" he mumbled, glancing at the long path full of rocks and mud from the
rain. The fucker had taken the shortcut path and not the road on purpose. Everything was wet and
dirty.
"I couldn't care less."

Jimin just glared at him and opened the door. Just as he turned it, the voice that tortured the blond
day and night vibrated behind him again. "Stretch that hole for the next time."

"There won't be a next time" Jimin assured almost in disgust. His skin bristled as he felt that glow
in the black of those dilated pupils. Jungkook's fangs flashed in a dirty smile.

"Go enjoy your freedom Jiminie."

That confident whisper was the last thing the omega heard before he saw the black car
again disappear in front of him, while Jimin's slippers grew damp from the mud puddle he had just
stepped in as soon as he jumped out of the car. Jungkook had parked over one on purpose.

─────── ·Ⅸ· ───────

The gates to the Kim mansion always had reinforced security. He lived away from his family, with
several facilities close to him. A line of guards guarded the gates day and night.

Yoongi crossed the corridors indifferently. The smell of cigars was like a tingle in the air. The
alpha's presence was firm.

"You are the last person I expected a visit from," he commented as soon as Yoongi's shoes stepped
onto the black marble floor, guided by the servant. The sky loomed above them, the only thing
separating them from it being a crystalline stained glass window, decorated by tall minimalist
chandeliers.

Namjoon was true to his animal side, always surrounded by nature and simple designs. The entire
room was lined with plants strategically placed in a symmetrical décor, where the only imperfection
was the hybrid on the couch, eyes focused on a book in his hands.
Yoongi settled into the armchair to one side. It seemed as if he had been here a thousand times but
the truth was that the only times they clashed were at dinners and meetings. His chain of clubs was
outside Namjoon's jurisdiction, and the issue of the police was dealt with by other bigwigs in the
country.

But the police were one thing.

Jeon Jungkook was quite another.

"I'm surprised you don't know already," muttered Yoongi, crossing his legs.

Everything stood silent since the alpha's breathing had stopped. Soon brown eyes were on Yoongi,
as direct as a sniper's light.

"I know many things but be more specific," he said subtly squinting his eyes. A soft relief formed
between his eyebrows. The man probably thought Yoongi was on a warpath. He wasn't that far off
track.

"Your brother," Yoongi coiled, looking for a reaction from the mass of muscle. But either Namjoon
was dumb as the all-strength alpha he was or the dude was too good at faking it. If he didn't know
about the body Yoongi had to deal with, the man surely had been out of the country for the
weekend.

As always, the subject of his brother was a sore point and soon the alpha was tense. There was a
pack of exported cigars which as usual he kept close by. It fit him to be Jungkook's older brother,
but Yoongi knew that would never have ended well. Fighting for dominance was one thing, but
fighting for Jungkook's throne wasn't just a game. If he wanted it, he would have it.

Namjoon's useless brother was perfect, on the contrary. Everything was out of his hands and he had
no intention of being the Kim heir. The kid was smart. Being the bastard son of an omega, one
couldn't dare more. His mother's ego was in the air, acting as if she didn't have another alpha's son
under her mate's roof. Yoongi could deduce that the son might save his ass, but the breeding bitch
was being thrown away as soon as the Head alpha Kim found a new candy to chew on.

"I receive daily reports about Taehyung. What could be there that I don't already know about?"
inquired Namjoon, putting the screen aside on the glass table. He wanted to look calm but only
looked like a bull about to unleash his fury.

Yoongi had to suppress his laughter. How funny would it be to say that Taehyung had affected his
club? Namjoon had his brother by the balls. His punishment would last for years.

But the target today was a personal interest.

"Calm down," he muttered, readjusting the cufflinks on the curb of his tailored jacket. Today's suit
was white, custom-made by a designer. The poor man had spent several months making it but
Yoongi would wear it only today. The blood would be hard to wash off. "I'm wondering if you
brother is involved in all of this since it's a Jeon matter."

The thick eyebrows quivered for a second. "Our family is directly involved with the Jeon. It surely
isn't about Kang-Dae so I'm guessing Jungkook" Kang-Dae was the reason all this was happening.
The man had everything, he owned everything. He was a Jeon after all. That wouldn't be a problem
if he didn't have a monster for a son. "What did he do this time?"
Yoongi was blunt. "Killed a man in one of my clubs, even though you two have a pact to not touch
my territory."

Namjoon looked shocked for a microsecond but quickly covered it up. "Which club?"

"The one close to your brother's university."

The alpha mirrored Yoongi's position and soon his long legs were crossed. His aura was heavy,
with that mind scheming what to say. "And what do you want me to do? I'm not going against our
pact with Jeon."

Sure.

"Not much, to be honest. I actually dealt with that already" Yoongi replied, opening the folder in
his hands. He pulled out the now powered up tablet and placed it on the table, waiting for the
response he wanted as the slowed down video played, but Namjoon still had the same dumb look
on his face as before. "Who is this?"

The alpha looked closely at the screen with the video taken directly from the club's cameras. The
high quality recording made it possible to see that face in detail, even in the dim light. "I could ask
you the same thing."

"As far as I know Jungkook doesn't have a partner" muttered Yoongi. "And I'm pretty sure you
know why I'm saying this."
Namjoon pursed his lips thoughtfully. "He doesn't do this stuff, I know." The alpha stared at the
video. The blond omega was being lifted up after Jungkook's beating of the other alpha. The air of
possessiveness was felt even through the screen, with the snake hybrid taking the omega like an
enraged alpha with his slam dunk. Namjoon placed the device on the table. "He was recently
reported for bullying or something like that. It was related to an omega, which is weird."

"He's definitely interested in something these days" If that was the same omega, Yoongi was
winning this game. "A hungry bitch like Jungkook is capable of anything just to get what he
wants."

"I have no doubt about that. His brothers are proof of that." Namjoon said, staring at him, assured.
"But I've never seen the blond kid and I couldn't care less what Jungkook did in your club, so what
does all of this have to do with me?"

Yoongi sighed, his tongue going over the relief with his teeth. The alpha wouldn't be smiling for
long. He slid his finger over to another file. As it opened under the alpha's watchful gaze, a few
videos popped up. Yoongi grinned, "I wouldn't say that." Namjoon snatched the tablet eagerly, wide
eyes moving to either side of the screen, taking in the picture. The way the man gripped the device
said everything Yoongi needed to know. "I thought a well-respected alpha like you would pick a
better omega, but look at you" Yoongi whispered, relaxing in the seat as he sank his weight into it.
He liked what he saw just to see the alpha's unsettled composure. "Your bitch goes partying like he
has no owner, grinding against any alpha that glances at him. Embarrassing."

It was probably like watching his worst nightmare, the alpha's face was disfigured in unrelenting
anger. His brow was as furrowed as the grip on his fingers, aura turned sour, just as Yoongi
expected.

Kim SeokJin danced like there was no tomorrow, drinking with other hybrids, laughing at every
word the guy who embraced him whispered. His hand caressed the alpha's crotch as they danced to
the music. The last video showed the omega leaving with the alpha.

Yoongi took the device away from the alpha's hands and looked for the next video. The scene of the
blond omega dragging Jin towards the club door was paused, tattooed on Namjoon's retinas. "If you
don't want all that revealed by tomorrow get me all the info about blondie, he's your wifey friend
after all."

"Don't." Namjoon didn't hesitate for a second, his fingers digging into the armrest of the chair.
"Taehyung is in the same class as my omega. I'll send you anything I can get."

The image of the Kims wasn't going to be very good if Namjoon had made the wrong choice. He
would lose money. A lot. It was one of the perks of living in a society where any sign of weakness
of an alpha was like an alert to stay away from him. Some had to act, pretend they were tough, but
others like Namjoon were already of that nature. To see the omega he had chosen and watched for
years in the arms of another was a blow to his haughty pride. His name was at stake. If his omega
was capable of this, Namjoon would not deserve anyone's respect.

"Now we understand each other, see how easy that was?" Yoongi picked up the tablet, getting up
after the amusing conversation. He adjusted his suit, this time with the alpha's blank stare, and left
the way he came. The bodyguards wouldn't touch him. It would be a stupid mistake knowing how
many copies Yoongi had everywhere.

The crushing aura could be felt even in the outer corridors. Namjoon was furious, probably about to
kill someone with those hands. The omega he called a fiancé wasn't going to get away with this.
But Yoongi didn't care.

He was only interested in Jungkook's new pretty doll.

 ─────── ·Ⅸ· ───────

Jimin walked through the door behind him with a deplorable sight. It was all muddy and as usual,
he had had the great luck to fall into another mud puddle because what else could go against him
today? Mother Nature hated him, and that fact kept proving itself since the first day of college
started.
Tears almost sprang to his eyes as he looked around the living room and at the door to his own
cave. Jimin didn't know one could miss so much something he had only known for weeks, he
thought while pulling off his muddy slippers in disgust. The blond needed more than one shower to
get rid of the mud and the smell of Jungkook in every part of his being, starting with burning his
sweatshirt.

That was the first step.

The first thing he needed to do was to charge his phone and talk to Jin. He hadn't heard from him
since Saturday night and the omega was probably worried about him.

"Jimin?"

The blond froze in place, a trickle of pee threatening to escape his legs from the jumpscare. That
was Jin, no doubt.

Wasn't he supposed to be in class? His head peeked through the half-open door of his room and the
blond grinned in happiness. "Jinnie!" He ran over to the boy, pushing any barriers between them as
he hugged him tightly.

"Wait, no! I just took a shower ew!" the omega exclaimed, though he made no attempt to push him
away. Jimin was leaving him worse than he came from Taehyung's room, though the bunny didn't
know that. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in class?"
Jimin pulled away, looking at him as if he'd just remembered something. "I could ask you the same
thing."

Jin looked him up and down, a grimace of disgust on his face. "You smell like... him"

"I can explain."

Jin froze. "Oh. My. God. Since the party... you...?"

Jimin denied. "Is not what you think, so much happened I don't even know where to start."

The two boys blinked awkwardly, not knowing what to do now. Jin took a step back. "I'm not very
fond of mud and Jungkook's disgusting scent so how about you first take a shower, and I mean a
good shower, and then talk hmm?"

The omega nodded, anxious. He had a sudden intense urge to explain everything that had happened
to Jin. Everything from the disgusting alpha who had tried to rape him, his forced adventure –
nightmare – through the forest, to his visit – kidnapping – at Jungkook's apartment.

His inner omega felt at peace around Jin, enough to tell him everything without feeling
uncomfortable about it.
"I'll be back in 10 minutes" muttered Jimin running towards his room. Jin denied.

"Make it one hour please, I don't want to smell any alpha today in this house!" he exclaimed from
his room, receiving a soft chuckle from the other side.

Jimin reached for his charger and within seconds had his phone plugged in. He sat on the floor,
anxiously waiting for the phone to turn on after his blackout for hours.

The screen lit up within minutes as it received the 1% battery sign and the omega was already
pressing the side button. He didn't know one could miss a device so much. Jimin wasn't even one of
those addicts but damn, the last few days had been a rollercoaster.

His forgotten notifications appeared one after another, accompanied by 47 calls? Kai's name was in
all of them. Only him. Jimin felt bad. He'd disappeared from the alpha's sight after the weird fight
in the club and hadn't replied in days. The list of messages was endless. Some weren't even by chat,
but by SMS.

Jimin, where are you?

Jimin?

I'll be waiting for you at the door

Are you with that dude?

I dont want to intrude if you left with him but Im worried...call me please

Idk if u r asleep but its pretty late and I still cant find Jin either. I dont have his number so I'm
guessing he's with you or went back to the dorms

Hey, its been hours but I got no sign from you. Are you okay? Pls contact me back as soon as
possible.

[...]

Jimin kept scrolling down through the thousands of messages. In some of them Kai had noticed that
the omega was connected, so the alpha kept trying to get a reply and even called him again.
According to the times, all this was happening while Jimin was lost in the forest and Jungkook had
his phone. The alpha had surely gone through his stuff. Every picture, every message. The scenario
was terrifying to him. Jungkook was playing with his relationships with others so easily, ignoring
the poor worried alpha to make Jimin look like a piece of shit.

The blond sighed, going off the call list. He needed to talk to Kai in person and apologise. Jimin
couldn't tell him about Jungkook after pretending not to know him. He didn't want to make it seem
like he was part of the demon's harem. Kai would see him as Minrae, another boy in the hands of
the snake hybrid.
 No way.

His eyes caught how the number of contacts marked in brackets was no longer the same. There was
a new entry that Jimin didn't remember. He clicked on the address book, curious, and scrolled down
to the recently added sign.

Jimin's face was disfigured in horror when he saw who it was.

"This bitch..." In darker font, the registered name stood out from the others. Even a stranger didn't
need to do mental gymnastics to guess who it was.

My Master.

Jimin could imagine the arrogant alpha smirking while typing his new nickname. Eyes bright, fangs
visible under that daring smile. What was he thinking when he was typing it, that Jimin would text
him good morning! everyday? How did he even unblock the phone?

The omega deleted the number out of his contacts and went straight to the shower. It had been a
way too long of a weekend.

Chapter End Notes

I just wanna make clear in case its confusing. One's inner omega/alpha is different from the
person itself. The person is the human part, which is usually the rational part, and the
subconscious is conformed by the hybrid side, which is mainly moved by instinct. In a bond
you cannot reach the deep layer of mind, which is basically the parts where Jimin's omega
speaks or interacts with him.
Hope this helps!

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 Dirty Claim
Chapter Summary

"Get off me before I get you a report for harassment" Jimin threatened. But no one was
listening to him. The gleam in the dude's eyes was the same of a hungry animal.

Chapter Notes

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"Didn't know you had an apartment here," she mumbled. It had been so long since they'd met, that
he could hardly remember her name. She had too pretty of a face for that to matter. Jungkook
stubbed out his cigarette as soon as the car stopped vibrating, completely shut down. He walked out
the door, followed by her. The clacking of her heels trailed behind him like an echo. Through the
empty entrance, the omega's hands were already placed around his arm. "You are so quiet today."

The pout was lovely. In high school, Jungkook used to wonder if she would end up being his
omega. He did have some favourites after all. It would make her happy, like the money-hungry
bitch she was. The money that came with the condition of marrying him meant not lifting a finger,
neither she nor her grandchildren nor the generation after them. But Jungkook liked that kind of
people. The ones who sought their own benefit, their own good. Just like him.

"Tired" He hadn't even done more than go to class. He wasn't even slightly exhausted but his mind
was restless for some reason. His mood darkened after the weekend.

Regret.

He was sickened by that feeling. Jungkook knew it was the cause of all this uneasiness.

The omega muttered something, looking around the apartment all giggly over some bullshit
Jungkook didn't even try to listen. Coming back to his consciousness, Jungkook noticed they were
already in the living room of his flat. The prey cleaners had cleaned the place like new. The trail of
broken glass he had left in the trash was nowhere to be seen, yet he still could see those tiny feet
walking on his floor, tip-toeing to avoid stepping on one of the sharp shards scattered on the
surface.

The soft thud of the omega's clothes on the floor reverberated in his ears like a wake-up call and
within seconds she threw herself onto Jungkook's lap. The wetness between her legs dripped
unabashedly, soaking the fabric of the alpha's pants.

The pretty big blue eyes stared, following a path through all his body. Brown-dyed wavy hair, high
rosy cheeks, and a small round face. She looked like a princess. Though her lips used to be thin, the
filler sessions made them plumpy. Jungkook stroked the soft texture.
They were all the same to the touch. There was no difference between skin and skin. Jimin, her,
Minrae, every single one of them. Jungkook imagined them as the toys he had as a child. Neat. All
exactly the same. Though some came with accessories and some without, it was a constant copy-
paste with no room to be different.

If he threw them away they shattered against the ground, lifeless. If he moved them, they did at his
will. Shaken as he wished, shaken when he felt like it.

As a child, Jungkook remembered staring at them for hours. He was filled with emotion at the mere
thought that they were all actually alive, that what Jungkook did to them hurt and they could feel it.
That they suffered when he burned their smooth artificial skin and melted their plastic faces against
fire in the kitchen. Or when he smashed their heads against the ground. That they were fed up and
would reach their limit.

He fantasied that one day they would rebel against him. That one of them would stop taking orders
like a brainless robot.

Jungkook tasted the coldness of his own saliva, letting it flow into the omega's mouth between his
arms.

Maybe that was why Eunwoo hated him so much.

*
Frantic gasps could be heard throughout the hallway. The open door gave a view of the two sweaty
bodies on the mattress. He sought his own pleasure like a blind man in the light, lost yet brutal
without frenzy. Jungkook could feel every wet millimetre hugging his cocks. How the sticky walls
of her pussy sucked him in, squeezing his dick until his cum was drawn out.

The moans had become part of the background noise to the point it annoyed him.

Jungkook squeezed her neck until her oval face became a mixture of panic and fear, eyes bulging
and mouth half open. Her saliva oozed over the edge of her chin, sliding down to the alpha's
knuckles. He pounded harder into her wetness until the bed rumbled, the edge rebounding against
the wall in a constant clash of surfaces.

He should be in the dorm, but lately, Jungkook'd been sleeping in the flat he wasn't supposed to use
anymore after that day.

"It smells like another omega" the girl had joked as soon as she entered the room. Of course it did.
The day before there had been a boy in that same bed. And the day before that, another pretty blue-
eyed girl. There were so many scents at the same time, yet one was still not going away, clinging
onto the sheets like a haunting memory. Jimin's body had been there days before. Sleeping, crying.

Jungkook was unconsciously directing them towards the same room. As if he wanted to reset a
memory. The failed fuck attempt had to be eliminated and Jungkook was already on his fourth
victim. As a way of satisfying the failed session, he fucked the first omega he saw, choosing the
boy as he did when deciding which toy from one of his brothers' prized collection he would break.
They all moulded to him like poor-quality plasticine. They all welcomed him, spreading their legs
shamelessly, waiting to be pounded till the next morning by Jungkook.
The alpha relaxed his now white knuckles, letting go, allowing the girl to breathe. Her eyes were
still quivering, darting at Jungkook with ecstasy that only drugs produced. But it was nothing of the
sort, simply her own mind. Her need to satisfy Jungkook, seeking to be more than just one of his
weekly holes to fuck.

He stroked the red-marked neck. His fixation with that part of the body was kind of ironic.
Jungkook used to think it must have been from a trauma intricated in some deep side of his brain
but the answer was simple. He was simply selfish.

Living things required oxygen to live. Knowing that his own hands could control the flow of that
elixir of life filled him with power. Ego.

"Kook," the girl whispered, seeking a kiss, her lips cool against the alpha's. Her eyelashes were so
long they caressed her round cheeks. Cute.

Omegas were so pretty.

Jungkook had thought about what her reaction would be like if he plucked them out one by one.
Maybe he could do it while fucking her from the front, giving her that feeling of closeness with a
less frivolous position, while pulling her eyelashes out with his teeth.

He slipped his tongue in, waiting for the encounter with the omega's. Kissing didn't bother him as
much as it used to.
The softness of the texture was addictive, but there was still a space in his mind that he couldn't
quite fill.
 ─────── ·Ⅹ· ───────

Walking away from the long table where the food was being prepared, Jin strolled at a brisk trot
towards it, with his second dessert of the day. The students were still gathered around the dining
tables, as lazy as the two omegas to make their own food.
It was only a short time before the next classes, where the courses present in some subjects were
already beginning. It seemed that time had rushed since Monday and the hours sped up as if they
were part of the suspense of a riddle.

Jimin felt like he was going crazy.

He had a to-do list. Apologise to Kai, who was now ignoring him with uncomfortable looks - he
wouldn't even speak to him- find a day to meet up with the girl omegas of the club - Jimin didn't
even know when they got his number - and, most importantly, find Hobi.

They hadn't spoken since Friday, and Jimin was starting to realise that after the tough weekend.
Hobi hadn't sent him a single message, and that was already weird. The fact that he was now
calling his old number was bizarre enough.

The number you are trying to reach is out of service.

Jimin was definitely losing it.

"Nothing?" asked Jin from the other end. Jimin denied, his eyes still on the phone screen. He
couldn't think of a reason why Hobi wasn't showing any signs of being alive. "Last time you saw
him was before he went to that party, right?"
"Yeah, well. It's been five days since that" he sighed in frustration, tossing the phone on the table.
"Where the fuck is he?"

Jin folded his arms in front of the half-empty tray of food. Neither he nor the omega had managed
to track down the beta's whereabouts. The day didn't have enough hours to search everywhere.
Between the endless classes, practice sessions, and millions of tasks Jimin had to swallow every
day, his mind was blacked out most of the time.

"I choose to ask the guys that were that night with him."

"Please, this isn't a crime scene" sighed Jimin rolling his eyes, though he was rather trying to
convince himself of that because if anything had happened to Hobi, the omega was really going to
commit suicide. "He's probably partying somewhere right now."

"For fuck's sake, the dude is your bestie, why wouldn't he tell you?" Jin asked, being the voice of
reason between the two. Jimin didn't have enough energy today to think clearly.

"I don't know, okay?" the blond groaned, moving his hair out of his sight. Jimin just couldn't wait
for the day to be over. He was exhausted. Mentally and physically. The omega couldn't think of a
reason for it other than Lord Jeon but even the alpha hadn't bothered him since Monday.

Jimin already knew how this would go. Jungkook'd come back for him when he got bored, so Jimin
needed to take advantage of his freedom for now.
The last few days had been weird. Jungkook was ignoring him as usual -and thank mother nature
for that- but one could sense the alpha's mood dropping by day. Jimin didn't try to glance at him in
class anymore. Jungkook didn't look at him either but Jimin knew that if he pushed the wrong
button that mood he was in the last few days would pour down the omega in screams, humiliation
and a forced kiss. He'd had enough just from the weekend the snake hybrid had given him. All the
trauma was still there. Jimin wanted to be another seat in the class, another name on the list.

He needed a way to lash out at Jungkook. Now that he had him away, Jimin's anger was fresh.
Restored since there was no trace of venom to cloud his thoughts nor a weird pull on his omega
over the minimum of attention Jungkook gave to the bunny. The only thing that mattered for now
was to find a way to get revenge.

Jimin never learnt, that was for sure. He was just as stubborn as the alpha.

Jungkook was like an all-powerful god at the university and Jimin was barely listened to. Going
against his will wouldn't work, making a report against him wouldn't get the omega anywhere, and
their old wrinkly professor was madly biased. "There has to be a way for Jungkook to not know
where I am."

Jin puckered his lips, thinking. The dude was probably tired of hearing the same thing every day
from his roommate. Jimin had been pondering about what to do to win even one match against
Jungkook.

Jin filled his last spoon with the last of the yoghurt. "I told you he has imprinted on you. It won't be
that easy."

Ah, right.
As if it wasn't bad enough, because of course, Jimin wasn't suffering that much anyways, right? Jin
had confessed to him that the reason Jungkook tracked him down so easily was because of the bond
they had with each other. The constant doses of poison the omega received, coupled with the first
day's bite, had made his body so weak that entering it required nothing.

Both Jin and he had been trapped by Jungkook because there had been no way for Taehyung to
know where Jin was. It was painfully obvious they both planned that.

Jimin hadn't been able to sleep that night. He couldn't stop thinking about why all this was
happening. Jungkook's fixation with him wasn't normal. Jimin wasn't the prettiest boy in the world,
nor did he have the sweetest slickness on the planet. What was it that made Jungkook so obsessed?
They didn't even know each other well enough to come to the conclusion that Jungkook liked the
way he was. Jungkook didn't even listen to him when he spoke.

The memory of Sunday's disaster gave him chills. Jin was still laughing about it but Jimin wasn't
even joking when admitting being traumatized. Not only it was embarrassing how easily he went
all forward for a kiss but the fact that the omega ended up trying to run away had Jimin gripping his
seat every time the thought came around. The pee part stood hidden in the back of his brain like the
nastiest of his memories because the last thing the bunny needed was Jin mocking him for that.

The whole thing had been a turn off.

"And if we google about it or something...?" Jin muttered after watching the blond fidgeting with
his own fingers. "The priority right now is to find out where Hobi is but let's focus on solutions for
this bullying case since we playing detectives."

"Bullying? This ain't even bullying anymore. This is a threat against my rights" Jimin was already
raising his voice as if the boy in front of him was the judge who would put Jungkook in jail. Oh
God, that sounded amazing.
Jin rolled his eyes. "Sweetheart, omegas don't even have rights."

"Be serious for once," Jimin kicked him under the table.

Jin groaned, leaning back in the chair. "Sorry but it's the truth. Jungkook had an advantage from the
start and you just had to be a prey."

"I'm out." Jimin got up from the table and left, leaving the rest of the meal. Jin sighed as he eyed
the blonde head walk away until it went through the door.

─────── ·Ⅹ· ───────

Kai tied his shoelaces in a quick twist of wrist, forcing the grip like his mother had taught him since
he was a little boy. The shoes were already a little worn out but he was fond of them.

"Min-Hyuk!"

The guy turned around. He still hadn't put on his shirt. The locker room was quite crowded, with
several hybrids shoving their clothes into the stalls in a hurry. "I'm almost done" muttered the alpha,
rummaging in the darkness of his locker for the missing shirt. Kai gave him a small pat and stepped
forward. He still had some warming up to do.

A few alphas waved him off in the distance with a quick chin wag and Kai smiled back. He liked
this part of the week. Less thinking and more sweating.

The huge gym extended over his head intimidatingly. Lights reached each side of the hall. People
still came in while others were stretching. A basketball bounced up to his leg, its movement getting
smaller and smaller until it touched his foot. Kai grabbed it almost involuntarily, mind blank as he
waited for his friend to come out of the locker room. His eyes darted up searching for the source of
the throw, but the answer soon made itself present. "Sorry" muttered a voice above his head. Kai
stood up, the ball still in his hands.
Oh.

Black eyes. Kai was reminded of the darkness of the night. There was so little brightness in them
that their reflection was null, as if they were two holes dug into that face. "No, it's fine," he smiled
softly. It felt weird hearing a sorry from the Jungkook. Having the dude so close was a little
intimidating. He had a few inches on Jungkook, but Kai still felt small next to him. "It's not like it
hit me."

The snake hybrid didn't smile back but nodded instead, his eyes turning to the ball in Kai's hands.
"Will you give it back, or do I have to take it from you?"

If that was supposed to sound friendly, it didn't look like it at all. Kai tightened. Jungkook had his
hand outstretched in front of him, waiting for the ball to be placed on his palm. The alpha gave it
back to him instantly, a little dazed by the feeling that filled his chest. He didn't know why, but
those last words carried something strange about them.

The ball was being passed back and forth. Kai felt wet from the sweat, waiting to jump to hit it out
of the basket. A few hours had passed and between the breaks, they had replayed the game. Sweaty
alphas groaned left and right, faces exhausted and others full of determination. The game always
ended with the same winning team, although at least this time Kai was part of it. He liked to think
he brought something to the group. He knew he was fast, it was a common comment back in high
school.
The normally empty bleachers had filled with expectant omegas and other students in their free
time. Although Kai couldn't notice every single one of them, he knew where all the omegas were
looking.

All eyes were drawn to him. Jungkook won every match with ease, to the point where most of the
team didn't need to do anything. Sometimes it felt like the dude wasn't half human but fully animal.
The alpha ran with such fluidity and speed that it became unpredictable where was his target. The
snake hybrid never seemed to tire yet still had a strong thirst to win.

Every time the other team scored and everyone rejoiced, Jungkook would lash out with seven more
dunks, humiliating their slightest joy. In a way, Kai admired him for that. The guy hated losing to
the point he was competitive about anything. Kai felt less alpha next to him.

His relationship with Jungkook was odd. Acquaintances, sometimes they talked, but it didn't go
beyond that.

From the first day he entered high school Kai knew where he stood. Not so low, not that high. He
was simply there, in the middle of nowhere; the kind of person who had friends but wasn't the life
of the party nor was a victim of bullying and although he felt bad, Kai was grateful to be an alpha
predator.

He remembered how many alphas approached him the very first day and even omegas felt
comfortable with him, yet there was always that constant at the back of the class, watching like a
hawk any change of movement. Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon used to be a short boy with huge eyes and long eyelashes. Kai remembered how his beauty
was so unique, so dark and sad at the same time. His hair was as black as the two holes he had for
eyes. The boy never smiled and didn't talk much either.
His name was known to every student and not exactly by the family one. Jungkook was always at
the top of the grade list, becoming one of the best students on the national list. Sports were a dessert
for him, to the point where he was offered scholarships to pursue the dream so many sought
professionally.

He was an ace at everything. Always perfect. Winning awards for experiments, for speeches, for
proving himself to be what Kai would never be. He could barely achieve passing a signature at that
time.

That was why it was so obvious to him where he stood in the invisible hierarchy that lived between
them every second. Kai was in the middle, some of his friends a little higher and some a little
lower. The prey alphas sitting in the stands were the very low end and yet, there was him.
Jungkook? At the top. He created that pyramidal structure after all, making him the very best in his
category. Strength, looks, connections. His existence looked like something out of a book.

"Good job everyone!" exclaimed the teacher, with a smile directed at the winning team. The
frustration of the alphas who had lost was palpable in the room.

"I need a shower," muttered Kai as he caught up with one of his friends. The guy nodded, adding
that he did too.

The alpha preys picked up the balls and towels that had been thrown. Kai felt bad every time he
had to see that. They didn't play, and if they did they were booed off the court. In class, it wasn't
that crushing the given silent treatment, but on competitive ground the predators became arrogant.

He grabbed the clean towel that was always placed in the lockers and went into the shower room. It
was immense, arranged in huge showers a meter apart from one another, with no barrier between
them.
Kai hung the towel on the rack above his head and walked over to one. A few alphas were already
showering, facing the wall. Others were humming while a small number were chatting amongst
themselves, joking about unintelligible things that Kai couldn't pick up over the shedding sound of
the water.

As soon as he stood under the shower, the water began to fall. The automatic system detected any
presence and even changed the temperature depending on the atmosphere outside. Kai closed his
eyes for a moment until he heard that name in a blurry echo.

"Jungkook, dude you have no mercy!" exclaimed one with a laugh. Kai glanced back, meeting the
alpha in all his glory. The raven-haired said something back that Kai didn't catch and again the
wolf hybrid had those eyes set on him.

He'd been around the snake hybrid for years and still never got used to that dark gaze.

Jungkook walked in his direction and stepped under the shower next to him. He stood silently
under the water, letting himself soak in it. Kai pretended to wash his hair as he peeked sideways at
the alpha's strong forged body, all built in a mix of muscle and ideal proportions. His body was
toned from the thousands of hours Kai sometimes found him in the gym.

Before he knew it, a tattooed arm was stretched out towards him. "There's no gel in this one."

The alpha blinked for a second until he got the message. In each shower there was a shelf of gel
and shampoo, but the one in the snake hybrid was empty. He grabbed the bottle and placed it on the
boy's palm, distracting himself a little at the relief of the ink on the olive skin while appreciating the
thousands of snakes on it. Jungkook grabbed the gel, and Kai felt the touch of the alpha's cold
fingertips on his palm.

The wolf hybrid glanced up at a wet-haired Jungkook staring at him, jet black eyes visible through
the dripping locks from the weight of the wetness. Kai didn't think much of it and returned to his
showering session. The sound of the flowing water consumed all his attention and he let his mind
go blank, enjoying the hot feeling while his nose itched, as if something was playing with the inside
of his nostrils.

It smelled like perfume.

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It was Friday. Jimin slept like shit the four days. He had gone to class in peace, without Jungkook's
weight on his shoulders like a hunting shadow. The alpha had gone back to his usual rutine of
ignoring him after making the omega's life miserable. Jimin had expected it and oddly enough, this
time he didn't feel anxious to know why. Jungkook was going to clap back soon. He was confident
on that bet.

But that issue had been put on the back burner. Jimin couldn't even remember the alpha's eyes
without recalling that night and the embarrassment in the feeling of wettness on the bed from his
very own pee. Coming from Jungkook, Jimin was expecting a video of that night going viral.

He glanced at the time. It was still a little early.

Coming from the central building, where the betas' residence was located, his fear had escalated.
Jimin didn't even know how he was so calm about this.

"Hoseok?" muttered the girl who opened the door for him. Jimin nodded, anxious. "We haven't seen
him since Friday."

Just as he thought.
"Not even in class?"

"Nope, sorry."

Jimin scratched the back of his neck, lost. His head was a jumble of possibilities and none of them
made sense. "Can I see his room? "

Nothing made sense and Jimin was getting more and more confused each day. His call log was
proof of that. With 138 calls and thousands and thousands of messages aimed to reach Hobi, he
looked like an obsessed ex.

The only option was to contact his parents.

The footsteps of the students coming down the stairs became clearer as they got closer. Jimin froze
for a second, slightly peeking his head out to see if the alpha was there. A few sweaty predators
were coming out of the building, some still dressed in their basketball jerseys. Jimin lowered his
head as soon as he got noticed by some. The whole place smelled like sweat, alpha pheromones
prickling his nostrils. "Waiting for Kook?"

Kook?

Minrae watched him, a few feet away from the omega. He was still wearing that attire with a towel
dangling from his shoulder. Jimin narrowed his eyes. There were other alphas with him, all
watching Jimin like a lab rat.
"No." Where did he even get that idea? Jimin didn't remember a single time he'd had contact with
the demon in front of Minrae apart from the library slicky situation, which was supposed to be quite
normal since the snake hybrid was used to being a bully. Jungkook must have told him about the
other encounters.

That fucker.

"Omegas shouldn't be here. Even less preys," Minrae said with a click of tongue, eyes squinting,
watching the bunny like the tiger he was. All the alphas accompanying him in a groupie looked
huge. It was as if they spent every minute of the day working on their muscles to the point every
single one looked as ripped as a bodybuilder. His inner omega didn't feel safe around them but
Jimin wasn't about to give them the submission they expected from him.

"Said by who? You?" Jimin arched his eyebrow with an incredulous laugh, crossing his arms. The
action earned a chuckle from one of the guys. Jimin had seen the dude before with Jungkook.

"Just ask your own breed. We only let them in to clean the place after us" Minrae spoke so proudly,
so confidently that it made the omega's blood boil. The alpha preys were no easier for him to
empathise with just because they were preys, but his father was one. The thought of him going
through this all the time was bizarre to Jimin.

"Maybe you could be useful too" one of them said. Jimin clenched his fist as he watched the dude
take several steps towards him, seeing himself hemmed in by the wall and the alphas standing in
front of him. "I wouldn't mind my dick sucked after every match."

"Get off me before I get you a report for harassment" Jimin threatened. But no one was listening to
him. The gleam in the dude's eyes was the same of a hungry animal.
"You could contribute something to society as a prey. Cheer for us like a good omega, make the
whole team cum on that pretty face," muttered one, and a box of white teeth flashed before Jimin.
The subtle fangs jangled, menacingly. "Aren't bunnies known for being hungry cocksluts?"

A "Jungkook would love that" was heard from the back, accompained with mocking laughter. Of
course Jungkook would lead a gangbang with the bunny in it. Jimin was his favourite victim at this
point. Minrae watched from behind, ridiculing the blond. That wasn't the same alpha Jimin
remembered from the library. Why was the dude acting like he wasn't Jungkook's whore? It was
even worse being an alpha submitting to another.

"Leave him alone," Dae-Hyun muttered, walking out of the building that more students kept
leaving. Jimin turned around, tense. He had never been so happy to see Wolfie.

Ignoring the group of alphas, the omega slipped over to Dae-Hyun, staying by his side. "There goes
the omega warrior!" Minrae said with a goofy grin, defiant even. But Dae-Hyun didn't look amused
by his bullshit.

"Don't you have a dick to suck right now? Jungkook just won the match, go give him his prize" he
commented, a snarling sound vibrating through his chest. The reaction of the group wasn't as
expected. The alphas chortled over Minrae's reaction, but no one seemed surprised. It was as if they
already knew he was Jungkook's puppy. It was such a pathetic situation, Jimin thought. Minrae
looked like a pet and that lack of surprise in those around him confirmed that he was a walking joke
among his friends.

The boys ended up leaving. Apparently they have as much beef with Dae-Hyun as Minrae did.
Jimin caught several leering glances at him before they left, especially from the boy who spoke
first. Once out of sight, Dae-Hyun turned to him. "Did they hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine. Just the typical nasty comments" he replied, moving a little away from the boy. The
predator seemed irritated.

"People don't throw him out because he's a high class predator" he explained suddenly, turning his
gaze back to the path Minrae and the others had disappeared down. "A tiger hybrid is no joke. His
family is quite powerful."

"I've noticed" said Jimin, remembering that day. The marks of being manhandled, the venom he
wore proudly. "His body looks like a mess. He's practically part of Jungkook's harem" Jimin didn't
understand. He knew about the attractions of alpha with alpha but this was a one sided crush from
what it looked like, and Minrae wasn't in the position to submit to another specie as high as him.
What about his family? "Why is he...? I mean, he's a whole predator and an alpha, he could be the
top-"

"Jungkook does that to people," Dae-Hyun muttered, walking to the lockers that were filling up
with people taking out their stuff. The omega followed. "They get obsessed with him to the point
nothing else matters." Jimin said nothing, lips parted as if the words in his head had ceased to exist.
"You stop caring about your own dignity and image."

"... I see" mused the omega.

Was that what was wrong with Jimin's omega?

"You should go back to the dorms, this place is packed with alphas" Dae-Hyun commented. "Tell
Jin I'll be there for dinner." Jimin nodded, moving away to let the alpha walk away, bag on his
back. He was still getting stares from the predators leaving, so he leaned against one of the pillars,
waiting.
An hour later, the sun already down, the building was emptying completely. Most of the lockers
were cleared. That distinctive voice came out last and the blond turned fully around once the alpha
was close enough.

The alpha stopped on his tracks, surprised.

"Kai-"

"What are you doing here?" The boy said, expression indecipherable. His hair was damp and face
tired, as if he'd just done a marathon. The omega approached, shy.

"I just want to talk" Jimin whispered, nervous. He felt terrible, and it was his own fault. Technically
he had only ignored Kai but even earlier, he just left the alpha in the middle of a fight at the club.
Jimin probably looked like a selfish bitch in the predator's eyes.

The boy pursed his lips, turning the other way. "There's no need."

Jimin followed him, coming up behind with his hands clutched. He didn't know what to say. "I can
explain."

He couldn't.

What was Jimin supposed to say? Jungkook took my phone from me? After pretending not to know
him? He would only worsen the situation, looking like a liar.
Kai gave him a suspicious look. "You really took your time," he said, annoyed. Four days, Jimin
had been too busy. It felt weird seeing the alpha irritated when he always had a smile on his face.
At least when he was with Jimin.

Kai was already picking up his bag from the locker, hoisting it onto his shoulder. He pulled his
trainers out of the same space and quickly slipped them on under the omega's blank stare.

Jimin hadn't even thought about what excuse to give him. He just wanted to fix this mess.

"I-"

"The coach is calling you," muttered a voice from behind. Jimin nearly fell over in shock, turning
to the Campus Demon. Jungkook stood there like a lamppost, eyes on Kai as if Jimin was invisible.

Kai looked up, suddenly standing up straight. "Really? Thanks, I'll go"

Why was he suddenly sounding friendly to Jungkook now?

Withing seconds the wolf hybrid was gone, back to the building, leaving Jimin with the reason of
all his problems. There was silence. But Jimin wasn't having it. He turned back the way he came,
intending to leave. He wasn't going to be left alone with Jungkook. Not after the messy last week.
Once again his will was bent to the alpha's, wrist gripped until Jimin had to surrender to any
attempt to leave. "Let me go. Didn't you get enough this weekend?"

"Enjoy the hiatus for now, it won't be that long this time." Jungkook licked his lips. "Did you delete
my number already?"

"My Master? Seriously? Are you ten years old?" Jimin snatched his hand away from the cold grasp.
"Fucking piece of shit." He was teasing, as usual. Jimin's misery was his favourite amusement.
"Thanks to you Kai thinks I ignored him and now you are suddenly around him? What more could
you take from me?" Jungkook didn't say a word. He just stood there, like a wall. "I will break the
imprint you created on me, just wait" Jimin muttered, careful not to raise his voice. They were only
a few meters from the gate.

Weirdly enough, Jungkook didn't give that devilish grin. His taciturn gaze was glued to the bunny,
studying him closely. As if he hadn't seen its face a thousand times. "Do you actually think... the
imprinting is what has you obsessed with me?" His mocking tone was making Jimin feel small, like
he was the dumbest human in the world. No, he wasn't sure. He knew nothing about this but the
bond Jungkook had created surely did something to him. "I was already on your mind before I
even poisoned you, Jiminie."

No. Jimin wasn't having this mindplay again. There would be another chance, he thought. He
would talk to Kai when Jungkook was far from them.

"Focus on your harem and leave me alone," Jimin said, glancing at those black eyes drilling into his
like a camera. There was no reaction on that unimpressed face but Jimin couldn't care less, he had
too much on his plate to waste his voice on the alpha. With a twist of his feet, he strode away from
the building.

Jungkook stood there, watching the blond boy almost run out of reach. "I was pretty sure I signed
today's assistance but seems like I forgot... Thanks for telling me" Kai muttered, stepping out of the
door he just went in. The alpha turned to him.

"Your friend left" the words fell heavy, making Jimin a stranger. As if the omega hadn't been on
Jungkook's radar for quite some time, followed everywhere he was. But the little wolf didn't know
that, he didn't need to. Jungkook just ought a reaction. Kai glimpsed to the spot on which the
omega had been waiting.

"Whatever." was all he said, brushing off any importance about the matter. He stepped forward,
busy with his phone, oblivious to the dark stare behind him, studying him.

"Whatever, huh" escaped Jungkook's lips in a soft sigh. He couldn't help but grin.

─────── ·Ⅹ· ───────

"Taehyung" his name felt heavy. On his brother's lips, it always seemed like a threat.

His phone didn't usually receive many calls. He didn't like them overall and when he got one it was
always from his mother.

Seeing Namjoon written on the screen had turned his stomach, as if his brother had thrown it into a
sharp shredder. His mind became a pulsating void and Taehyung visualised himself in a minefield.
The slightest step and everything would fall to pieces.

Taehyung gulped. "What's the matter?"

Fucking coward.

Namjoon took his time answering. Every second the anxiety in Taehyung's chest increased, rising
up to his neck, as if his brother's hands were squeezing him to his last breath. "Where are you right
now?"
Taehyung peeked back. He was in his dorm, alone. "In my room, why?"

Sounding normal was costing him too much. The questions were too weird, as if he was about to
receive a state secret. Yet his main worry was getting another whole thing.

You have been sleeping with my omega for years, thinking I would never notice?

Who do you think you are?

I will kill you.

Taehyung felt like he was in a cage where the bars burned. He couldn't try to get out, nor could he
lean on them. "Nothing. I actually called to ask you about something," his brother muttered from
the other line. Taehyung pressed the mobile. Maybe this was just a random call? His face was
petrified a few seconds later. "My omega"

He was so fucked.

"What about Jin?" said Taehyung back, resisting telling him my own omega. It was either this or
his head rolling through the campus. Namjoon paused again, as if in thought.
"I need you to give me some information about him. Have you been watching him like I told you?"
Of course. He've been watching him from way too close. Taehyung could even give him feedback
on Jin's body.

The only reason why his brother was so relaxed about letting his omega stay in college was because
of Taehyung. He still had no plans to get married and Jin wanted to continue his studies even
though Namjoon didn't like that idea very much. Convincing him to keep a close eye on his fiancée
wasn't a bad idea, but now Taehyung had to be like a camera for his brother.

"Yes, but why?"

"I've been curious about how my omega is doing and what kind of people he hangs out with. You
haven't updated me on him since day one," Namjoon commented picking up the conversation. The
sudden interest was strange but Taehyung knew that Namjoon had probably been asked when he
was getting married. Otherwise, the pressure to know how Jin was doing was very random.

"Well, it's just that..."

"No." Huh? "I want you to send me the file of every student he's involved with. The principal will
allow it as long as you tell him I sent you. He'll understand."

What?

"I don't know who interacts with him all day. I only see him in class," whispered Taehyung.
"Whoever interacts with him in class will be enough. Make sure he doesn't find out. Even though I
know you're almost strangers to each other, don't be so obvious," the alpha explained again on the
other line. "I want you to act naturally."

"What's this all about?" the question escaped Taehyung's lips and his insolence caused him to bite
his tongue. If he sounded more interested than he should, it would end badly. He found it hard to
imagine what his fate might be if it all came crashing down. If the truth came out.

"Father asked when I'm marrying my omega," Namjoon replied. Taehyung could visualise his
brother crossing his legs, taking a puff of the cigar between his fingers. "I haven't spoken to him in
a few months, but I can't make a fool of myself in front of him. Just bring me information about his
grades at the academy and how he spends his days there."

Silence fell on the line.

"Understood. I'll try to..."

"I want it this week. Take this as an order from the next Alpha Chief" Taehyung gritted his teeth.
"I'm trusting you with this. If the job goes wrong, I'll take matters into my own hands," he said
calmly, though it sounded like a threat.

The call ended without warning and his muscles sagged like a crumbling tower. Taehyung glanced
down at his hand, noticing how his fingers relaxed and the blood rushed back. He had clenched the
paper in his hand so tightly that it was now crumpled.

The same way he would end if he didn't comply with his brother's order.
Two knocks on the door made him jump and Taehyung growled, fulminating at whoever was
already entering. Jungkook stared at him.

"What do you want?" said Taehyung, annoyed. This whole thing was already darkening his mood
and it hadn't been more than half an hour. The snake hybrid opened the door further. All his chains
echoed in the depressing silence of the alpha's room. Jungkook stepped fully inside, revealing his
attire. Black hoodie and dark ripped jeans. "Where are you going?"

"To a new pub a bit far from the city. The owner is a friend of mine" he said, shoving his hands in
his pockets. A pub? Taehyung pocketed his phone but as always, those dark eyes followed the
action. "Who were you talking to?"

"With my brother, just checking up on me," slipped from Taehyung's lips. Why he was lying, he
didn't know. But Jungkook had no way of confirming it though anything seemed possible when it
came to the snake hybrid.

His fangs glinted, stretching his lip with that shiny piercing around it. "I see."

"I'm not going, it's too far" Taehyung muttered, noticing that Jungkook was still leaning against the
wall, expectant. "You keep going out every night as if we didn't have exams" Jungkook didn't say
anything, just stared at his friend. Even after all these years, Taehyung still couldn't guess what was
going on in that raven head. But his suspicion came in, suddenly. "Are you taking drugs, again?"

"No." The answer was immediate. Jungkook straightened up, not taking his eyes off him. "I'm
leaving. I'll go with Hyungsik and the others. If you change your mind just tell me, I'll take my car
anyways."
And he disappeared.

Taehyung was left alone in the claustrophobic space, sinking into his pile of shit. He didn't
understand what was wrong with Jungkook these days. The feeling of weakness on Friday, the
restless attitude on Sunday was too strange, but the lack of information about his whereabouts was
even weirder.

He didn't know why he had lied. Jungkook was aware of the situation with Jin, but his brother's
order seemed to be too personal.

Taehyung looked out the window. Jungkook could be seen in the distance, his back covered in a
hoodie mixed with the darkness of the night. A few more alphas Taehyung recognised from behind
him were walking with the snake hybrid, some with a hand on the alpha's shoulder, commenting on
something.

Jungkook was burdened with thousands of responsibilities and yet never looked stressed out. He
had to always get the best grades, always have the best record. The alpha had to deal with the
issues of his father's various companies as the future heir, including acting as the face of the Jeon
family at every company meeting. He had the weight of every member of the Jeons, of that
disgusting family lingering for his failure. Their hatred and their constant awaiting to see his
downfall. He wasn't allowed a mistake, a slip of weakness in that alpha image.

Yet Jungkook seemed to live his life for the second time. Nothing impressed him. Nothing stirred
his bored expression.

Why can't I be that careless?

Anger conquered his skin, a cold sensation he had grown accustomed to feeling.

─────── ·Ⅹ· ───────

The loud music drilled his ears to the point where he couldn't hear his own thoughts. The pounding
of the speakers vibrated off the walls of the back rooms. Minrae passed the blunt to the alpha next
to him, not before glancing at the omega in those arms.

All the faces in the room were blue, the light above their heads bathing their skins.

Minrae could feel it. The soft sensation that lifted his soul to another state. His eyes remained glued
to him, unable to resist the invisible pull that dragged all his attention to the alpha.

Jungkook was talking to other predators, his legs spread shamelessly, lap occupied by the boy
stealing his rolled with weed cigarette. His fingers dug into the flesh of the omega's ass and the
glistening rings shaked the hybrid's breath. The way his hoodie hung around that neck, leaving a
revealing gap of his collarbone, it was too much. Minrae wished he was one of those omegas that
always sat on Jungkook's lap. There were always one or two on him, whispering things to his ear,
touching alpha in front of the tiger hybrid as if it were psychological torture. Minrae wanted to sit
on him, lick his neck till Jungkook smelled like him. But the perfume-like scent never faded,
scenting the snake hybrid was impossible unless he allowed it.

There was an invisible rule that everyone knew from high school. Jungkook belonged to no one. He
was never exclusive. The alpha did have relationships in the past but all of them had been for bets,
for teasing, for recording the reaction of the omega being ridiculed. It used to be a hobby of his.

Jungkook went back and forth, from a body to another. Sucking everyone's soul. Trying to claim
him was like putting your hand in a blasting furnace, a heat you wouldn't be able to control. Minrae
knew that. And he used to rest easy knowing that even if he would never be with the alpha, no one
else could either.

But something was getting in the way this year.

Jungkook was still the same yet at the same time, he wasn't. The little breeding new bitch had been
his new target as soon as the year started and Minrae was aware of it. He had seen it, the first night
at the fraternity welcoming-party. He thought it was funny, even worth watching from behind this
time. Almost all the alpha predators in the same class put a bet on how long it would take for the
new blond omega to end up under Jungkook's feet like every other bitch had.

But no. Minrae continued to see how nothing could break the useless prey, how the little thing
couldn't seem to convince himself that Jungkook was the law.

He took another gulp.

The scene in the pool. The way Jungkook and the boy kept exchanging glances. Minrae enjoyed
seeing the omega dragged by Jungkook, drowning him in front of everyone in the pool.

But now? The bunny smelled like Jungkook all over. It was as if Jungkook had pissed on the new
prey, as if it bore the mark of his claim on that bitch.

There was no trace of it being anything else, but it was getting to his mind. Why was Jungkook
letting a prey pretend to deserve going to college? Why was he even letting the omega have an
attitude?

"That fucking pussy," he said turning to Hyungsik. He knew others were listening by the looks he
was getting.

It still bothered him.

"Dae-Hyun?" muttered Hyungsik beside him, his arms stretched out across the couch. A haze of
smoke wandered the room, over their heads.

"He used to be a chill guy but now he acts like an omega justice warrior" commented the other girl
in front of them. Minrae glanced at Jungkook. The alpha wasn't looking at him, still focused on the
dude he was chatting with while the omega on his lap caressed his chest.

It had been too many days since the last time he had touched the snake hybrid. It was getting on
Minrae's nerves.

He took a cold swig of the beer. "That omega brainwashed him."

"Jin? It's been years and he's still friends with that whore. I thought he would grow out of that shit.
They probably fuck, there's no other way"

Minrae didn't know. Nor did he understand. People like them didn't need friendships like that.
Omegas only served the cockwarming purpose, nothing else. "Isn't he engaged, though?"

"Really? I always see him in every party.

"It doesn't matter if he's engaged. Omegas can't help it, it's in their nature. They submit to any dick
if their alpha isn't there to have a good grip on them."
"He's been engaged for a few years already" Hyungsik clicked his tongue in disbelief. "We fucked
last year, on the graduation night."

"Did the same with one of the football team when we went on that trip to Maldivas. Everyone has
been inside that cunt at some point, don't feel too special" chortled Minrae, earning a shrug from
the other guy. He wasn't over yet, though. "It would have more merit if it was the other one."

Just a small push.

Hyungsik blinked at a loss for a few seconds, but soon he was grinning, malice glinting in those
fangs. "The blonde bunny, huh?"

"He's a bunny? I've never seen one that isn't poor, don't they all usually work as maids and shit like
that?" interrupted another guy, lowering the drink from his lips. "I wouldn't mind banging that one
though, the little thing got some cocksucking lips."

Minrae nibbled his lip. Jungkook was either unaware of the conversation or he simply didn't give a
shit. Minrae hoped it was the latter option, but something was different. He didn't care about the
existence of that omega, but it brushed him in a weird way.

Like that day when Jungkook suddenly told him to join him to the library, and the bunny ended up
showing up right at that table he had chosen.
He was used to it. Jungkook always had a victim every year. All the omegas he had tormented in
high school were now nothing but memory.

Then... why?

"He's fresh meat" Minrae whispered and soon he had most of the eyes around the table on him. He
was bored, needed the shit show that Jungkook gave every year. "We never even gave the little
thing a proper welcoming."

His words produced a mournful atmosphere, the predator' smiles widening.

Minrae glanced at the snake hybrid again. Just staring at that face made him horny. He was too
busy whispering whatever on the boy's ear. He had seen the omega before, of a higher grade than
them. Jungkook had his favourites among those he frequented. A certain rich girl and a few male
omegas that Minrae didn't care much about. He knew that in the alpha's eyes they were just holes.

The night passed after a few more drinks and chats that went from omegas, to sports, to sick jokes,
to a thousand things that Minrae couldn't wrap his head around. His eyes were frozen on him,
unable to ignore that dark scent.

Jungkook stood up, clearly heading for the restroom, not a single glance spared to Minrae. The
alpha couldn't even help it and was already following him.

The snake hybrid's broad back led the way, his silhouette as large as the door he crossed as they got
further from the music, the bass fading away each step closer to the room. Minrae liked the casual
Jungkook, the one who didn't wear suits or ties or his trademark black shoes. The alpha who had
messy hair and that careless look.

His heavy smell had always mesmerised him. Even when they were in high school, Minrae didn't
know why he kept sniffing Jungkook. He had taken a painful beating from Jungkook the first day
for being too close but even after all those years he still couldn't get enough. Minrae wanted to
engross himself in the scent that no perfume shop had. Sweet but bitter, just like the perfect face of
its owner, his body, hands...

"Get off me."

Minrae blinked, dragged from his own thoughts. He relaxed his muscles at the fragrance that
tickled his nose, face pressed against the back of Jungkook's neck, while his arms rested wrapped
around the snake hybrid from behind, though the alpha's body was so wide the hands couldn't
touch.

"I didn't- Sorry," Minrae muttered, pulling his body away from the magneto that kept pulling him
back. Jungkook didn't even turn around.

The sound of pee touching the sink echoed in the tiger hybrid's head. Jungkook's back was so wide,
so muscular and tall that it was hard to bear to run over the relief of his body with his fingers, with
his tongue. Minrae looked down.

"Can I suck you off?" came out almost in a whimper. The very idea that he would come into
contact with Jungkook's urine tingled his skin.

He was down bad, fuck.

Jungkook didn't respond until he finished and cleaned himself, turning around. Minrae gulped at
the image. The dark eyebrows had a deep frown accompained by a disgusted glint in that cold
expression, as if he couldn't take seriously a single shit from the tiger hybrid. Why it turned Minrae
on, he didn't know.

The alpha stared for a few seconds and the flash of his forked tongue against his lips distracted
Minrae the moment his jaw was stamped. The noise sounded muffled, but it shook his body. The
back of his head ached against the cold restroom wall, even more his jaw clenched between the
alpha's fingers.

"It's only been a week," Jungkook murmured, bringing his face closer until Minrae felt his icy
breath against the tip of his nose like the presence of a dead man. He just wanted to see those pupils
turn white, feel the air escape his lungs with every deep throat fuck. "Already feeling empty?"

Minrae nodded, shameless.

It was the truth. He felt empty, so fucking empty. As if Jungkook had caved a hole in his body to the
point nothing else could fill it. This was what made Minrae so special. He loved this, liked the real
Jungkook like no one else did. The alpha would do anything for him. No one deserved Jungkook as
much as he did. Minrae had done the unthinkable for Jeon's attention.

Minrae was confident that if he had been an omega, Jungkook would have mated him. He was
practically perfect for the alpha, easy to manhandle, no attitude, just submission in his dumb empty
brain for anything Jungkook wanted.
He was perfect for Jungkook.

His hands, still free, moved to the open zip. The alpha dug his fingers into the gap until his
fingertips felt the throb of what he missed inside his body. Warm. Minrae could touch the veins
bulging, hot. The feel of the heavy cocks against his palm made his hole pucker. Fuck, he didn't
even prep himself tonight. Jungkook didn't seem impressed, his fingers digging even deeper into the
flesh of tiger hybrid's face. Minrae felt he would cum right there if the alpha slapped him.

Another heavy sigh escaped his trembling lips. He needed no more lubricant than the venom of that
cold saliva. "Kiss me" Minrae whispered with a shaky breath, fingers stroking the heavy shaft
under his touch. "...please."

Jungkook never gave him what he wanted, so mean sometimes. But Minrae felt so enslaved to that
attitude it hit him like a drug every single time. "Why would I?" His fury was under control, but
something was missing. Minrae couldn't pinpoint what it was.

"Please... Just one, I'll do anything."

"You always do whatever I want, anyways" Jungkook muttered pushing the hollow of the boy's jaw
open.

Jungkook licked the hot tongue, from the tip to the bottom of it, until it brushed the roof of Minrae's
cavity. The cold feeling of its texture with the sensation of the forked tongue sent the tiger into a
turmoil of tingles. Minrae's dick jerked, stretching his pants. Jungkook's effect on him was
inmediate.
 The prey's face appeared in his mind as he kissed the raven-haired predator and the eagerness to
claim him and destroying every trace of that bitch off what was his felt like a rage.

It had been bothering him more than it should had.

"Fuck me."

Jungkook was nobody's.

But if he was going to be anyone's, that would be Minrae.

Chapter End Notes

Okay so there's a bit of confusion. About the imprinting, this is something all hybrids can do
and its usually a mutual thing between couples or mates.

Jk has imprinted on jm against his will, which makes it incomplete and non-mutual. Jm hasn't
imprinted on jk so he cannot see the surface of his thoughts but jk CAN since he's the one
forcing a bond here.

Every hybrid can do this but its usually a consented thing discussed between two and
sometimes it can be accidental. In the accidental case, unless the hybrid is aware they created a
bond, then they stay normal but still feel clinginess with each other.

In the case of snake hybrids, they have another advantage which is the venom. Venom adds
more invasiveness into all of this since it can poison another hybrid, kill them with a big
amount, give them fevers and even erase memories. All this will get deeper through the next
chapters and you will understand better how it works.
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Chapter Notes

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Jimin shoved his hands in the low slit of his hoodie, trying to find some warmth in the fluffiness of
his pocket. The night was so cold to the point damp air was seeping through his clothes. The taxi
was picking him up at the top of the empty road. It brought bad memories. He was constantly
tempted to run anywhere but that campus.

Clutching the paper in his hands, he glanced back to the building a few meters away from him. The
police office behind, still open. Officers stood around, some smoking while others played on their
phones.

Telling them that his friend had not shown any signs of being alive for a week only earned him a
dry chuckle, as if taking him seriously was impossible. Jimin knew he should had came with Dae-
Hyun, or some alpha. Kai, if he hadn't fucked up the chance of a friendship.

"We will put a search, don't worry," was all the police officer told Jimin after hours at the counter
trying to explain all the details. Their hungry eyes rested on his collarbones, his lips, even on his
ass. As if the prey's words were mute, just a screen of porn in front of them. Jimin could bet they
hadn't even heard a word he had said.

He'd shown them messages, the Instagram account. All activity regarding Hobi had ceased. Jimin
didn't know where to look. It was clear that something had happened to the beta and the worst
scenario in his mind was death. A car accident. Or an overdose. Just the thought of it turned his
stomach into a knot that made him feel nauseous. The omega was helpless.

The street was empty, not a single sound floating through the cold night except the crunch of the
dead leaves as Jimin stepped on them. The police edifice was located on the outskirts, though not
far from the campus. Jimin hadn't found Jin in his bed –probably off to some encounter with Dae-
Hyun's friends since it was Friday– so he had gone alone.
Even though Jin had suggested a few times joining them for a club hang out, Jimin didn't feel like
going out. As pathetic as it sounded, he feared Jungkook's car driving through whatever pub he
would go to, and dragging him to another lost place outside the city. But on the other side, there
was no energy for fun inside him. Hobi's face was like a broken CD on his brain, and Jimin just
kept sending a new message every time he thought about the beta.

─────── ·Ⅺ· ───────

Mirrors that covered the high ceiling had been a bad decision. His reflection stared back at him.
Unruly hair, nakedness and a soft hint of dark eyebags. The clock had been ticking for hours and
hours and hours. Warm bodies laid on him, their heat now part of his. As if it sucked their natural
fire into the icy blood that flowed through his veins.

Jungkook raised an arm in the air, inspecting his skin. There were marks on it. From the harsh path
of fingernails to traces of bites. The warmth in his palm was gone, just like the feeling of softness.
The sensation of that slender wrist, as fragile as that not-so-terrified-anymore face, had been
ingrained into his eyes. Touching him always felt addicting. Fresh.

Jungkook's mind always shaked till it became a storm full of unease yet he still kept coming back,
striking again. The night of the party touching that dainty neck had been one more sequence in the
thousands of times he'd done it. Yet the pretty chocolate eyes gleaming with dare mixed with fear
felt like a shot of adrenaline. Jungkook felt so feral that the door that kept him locked in seemed on
the verge of collapsing. This wasn't what he had expected.

Every single time.

Every single time the thread was one second from snapping.

The alpha became frantic. He had to step away for a few seconds, for a few days, to remember who
he was, why he was doing this and that the shell called Jungkook couldn't slip a mistake.

And still, every time he made contact with those brown eyes again, his stomach tied around his
throat, body betraying his own owner as Jungkook's mind replayed every millisecond of that sweet
presence hours later, when no one was there.

He despised preys so fucking much they made him sick. And Park Jimin wasn't the exception. But
that hot feeling of hatred wasn't like any other. It wasn't the type of disdain he had against his
enemies but the kind of hate that made him want to dig for every interaction, every touch. That
didn't even make sense. Yet it did to Jungkook. He haunted him because it was fun, because omegas
were stupid creatures. Or maybe he just enjoyed that dominance as they played cat and mouse,
pretending to play a fair game even though the house was flooded with rat traps. Poor thing.
The little blonde head would turn every way the next day, fearfully, walking through the doors of
the classroom. Jungkook didn't repeat, or at least he didn't follow through the next day. He would
let Jimin think this was over, make him wonder where the alpha was. The bunny's mind drifted to
him every day, the pull between them there even before the imprint. But the alpha disappeared,
ignored him as that happened.

Jungkook liked to think he did that to give the bunny that feeling of safety, let him wander around
until he fell into the traps, but in reality –in some deep deep corner of his mind– Jungkook knew
there was another reason hiding in the darkness of his subconscious. It was him who needed that
feeling of safety. It was too much, to the point it rocked him to his core.

He had done it again, that day. Jungkook had wanted to see those eyes go wide in panic until tears
filled their rims. That blond head broken into a thousand pieces, blood pouring from that temple,
inviting Jungkook to lick it, to taste what would be his. The alpha had almost fallen for the
temptation.

That feeling Jimin sparked in his head from the very first day reminded Jungkook of kittens. It had
always bothered him that soft spot for non-hybrid kittens he had, little fluffy animals coming to him
innocently seeking touch, affection, warmth. As the alpha he was, protectiveness was ingrained into
his DNA and part of Jungkook couldn't stop petting and taking care of them, yet the other part
wanted to smash them till their little bodies became a pulp of blood and organs. No alpha good
enough became this puddle of softness over a bit of fluffiness. No alpha became so weak over two
brown eyes that half the country had yet so different and unique in that dolly face. It choked him
with that depressing feeling of weakness that no alpha predator was supposed to have.

"Yet here you are, thinking anyone values your presence here... Wanna know what the professor
thinks? He thinks you are a cockslut who reached this prestigious university by riding dicks like the
bunny you are" Jungkook said, enjoying the face on the verge of tears. "You can't even protect
yourself, just a tiny little thing walking around with those dick-sucking lips."

He didn't know why, but the way that soft pink mouth scrunched, holding in that sob, made
Jungkook boil with desire. The very idea that he had so much effect on that mind was enough to
give him a hard-on.
Jimin looked so weak, so easy to push around yet so hard to make submit.

Somewhere, in that empty corridor, something in his mind switched. Jimin had glanced at him
again and Jungkook, so putrid inside, couldn't hold it in anymore. Before he knew it, he was
already pushing the bunny down the stairs.

The panic-stricken, trembling face was slipping away. The omega was falling into the abyss of the
stairs, straight to cracking his head against the edge of the stair. Jungkook's mind had gone into
turmoil.

Fucking prey.

"See how easy it is to harm you? You could have hurt yourself pretty bad with those shitty reflexes
of yours. Preys are so... weak" the whisper was venomous and he yanked Jimin in a fast move
towards him. The shorter body collapsed against Jungkook's hard chest. Too shocked by what just
happened, Jimin didn't even react to the sudden closeness. The alpha's hand was now on his
shoulder, holding him tighter than Jungkook wanted.

His mood had turned sour.

He squeezed that thin wrist, and before those brown eyes reflected the alpha's stone-cold face,
Jungkook was already leaving the snake in him bite the soft flesh. He had bitten many omegas and
alphas over the years, but none had felt as right as this one. It was too soon for the blond omega,
but Jungkook couldn't take it anymore.
He wanted more. He deserved more.

Hours later, the snake hybrid had needed a boiling shower. Jungkook felt like a ticking time bomb
near Jimin. So pretty. So disgustingly adorable it made Jungkook want to pull that skin off, tattoo
his name on every inch of it and mark Jimin with his own blood and cum. The sizzling possessive
thought chased him everywhere to the point Jungkook could only ignore them, pretend this was
also part of the plan. Inner alpha getting restless around that subtle scent, so well hidden by the
omega, but whenever he remembered the fact that others had smelled it too, Jungkook couldn't help
but punish the bunny for letting anyone have him. Traitor.

Jimin was his. Only death would take him from Jungkook's hands now that he had the omega on his
palm.

"Jungkook" he heard on the other line after picking up his phone. The hoarse voice always
straightened his mind, like an involuntary reflex. Jungkook pushed Minrae's body out his way, no
idea at what point the whore had crawled back to his bed like a cockroach. "Where are you right
now?"

The alpha sat up, letting the sheet slip off his chest. "In my apartment."

Father paused for a second and Jungkook already predicted his next words. "You said you wouldn't
use it anymore after he w-"

"I changed my mind" he couldn't suppress a sharp sigh. It wasn't as if his father was paying for it.
All the money invested had come from his own pocket, from working in the company from the
lowest level. Their Grandmother was such a rat she didn't give a single privilege to his
grandchildren, except the minimal caché that came with being a Jeon and specially one of Kang-
Dae's sons. Although Jungkook had climbed up the ladder at breakneck speed like the hungry-for-
power fucker he was, it was still by his own effort. Getting the heir tag just for winning against his
siblings didn't sit right with him. The motivation had been to stop taking orders.

He hated not being in charge.

"The secretary has arranged the new meeting for next Friday. It's an important deal, our union for
the next election must look flawless so make sure the media shows exactly that." Jungkook glanced
at Minrae, sleeping. His body was bruised. You had to give the dude credit for enduring the rage
that sometimes consumed Jungkook.

"Sure" he said, reaching for the pack of cigarettes, rummaging on the surface of the bed.

"Do you have a schedule for this weekend?"

Jungkook lit the wrapped nicotine pressed between his lips. He did have a tight schedule this
weekend. Swimming session, and playing his part in the sports clubs. There was also studying and
preparing for the laboratory lecture. His academic file couldn't slip a mistake.

"No."

However, Jungkook still had that feeling in the back of his mind. A blank space in his brain that
was starting to get on his nerves. He had to shake it off, reset his body. The little thing could enjoy
the weekend free from him for once. On Monday he'd give blondie another surprise anyways. His
father spoke again "I just arrived from Denmark for Monday's meeting. I want you to be here before
that, so come this evening. We need to talk."

Jungkook got out of sheets in all his glory. Three omegas lying on the bed had slept peacefully, now
waking up exhausted, stretching on the silky bed. The night had ended in an orgy that Minrae had
initiated. Jungkook hadn't shared omegas the past weeks. The last time had been with Taehyung but
now it felt weird since Minrae was involved. The alpha had begged to stay, and instead of sticking
his dick in any of the pretty boys, he had whined for Jungkook's attention like a hungry whore the
whole night. It annoyed him. Too much.

Minrae was waking up along with the others, yawns and heavy voices staining the silence of the
room. Jungkook could already feel the alpha approaching him, too bold for his own liking.
Glancing back, he noticed the omegas standing up, picking their clothes from the ground, soft
bodies stained with marks and bruises.

However, Minrae stood there, expecting god knew what. There was a flicker of sadness in the
alpha's face, because he knew what was coming now. Lately, the dude had become too obsessed
with Jungkook. Nothing new, but it irked the snake hybrid. "I'll drive there, just send me the
address."

Father mumbled something while Jungkook pretended to catch his words. The city's skyline was all
he could see next to Minrae's reflection, standing behind the raven-haired with a shameless desire
still filled in his gaze. Hours of fucking weren't enough, apparently. It was disgusting how he
enjoyed being manhandled so much even though he had an alpha's cock, an useless gift from nature
that the so-called tiger hybrid didn't even use.

"Get out" Jungkook snarled, still glued to the phone with his father on the line, throwing Minrae
and the omegas a dry look that gave no room for argument. The alpha, without a scrap of cloth on
him, slowly nodded. It took a minute for his body to react, a mass of muscles that flexed when he
turned back. Minrae still had Jungkook's cum inside, leaking from his muscular thighs every time
he took a step. They were all dripping from his seed. Lately his stamina had become even more
insistent. Jungkook didn't even get enough sleep, too busy cumming inside every one of them.

And if he had pictured it was Jimin who he was filling with his cum every single time he fucked
another omega, no one knew.
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Jimin sat on the curb, stretching his legs as the rest of the students kept coming out the changing
rooms. Loud omegas settled next to him as the babbling from the alphas was drowned out. Jimin's
head felt heavy, mind a hodgepodge of things he couldn't even list.

"I feel sick just from being here" Jin complained, plopping down to the spot beside the bunny. "It's
literally winter... I'm so done with these psychopaths."

"Didn't you say it's good to see abs for free?" The nap he took hours ago had been a bad choice,
Jimin now felt like he got hit by a truck. Not even the coffee he had gulped down in a rush settled
well in his body. Saturdays were absolute shit. They still had to pass the attendance call and get into
today's scheduled exercises. Jimin was considering taking off after his experience the first day –it
wasn't like they were graduating to be mermaids, anyways– but he still gave it a try. The useless
optimism was starting to get annoying.
"Please, the only abs I'm trying to see is mine. My father keeps telling me to go to the gym or cut
off sweets" he exhaled a sigh through his nose, softly pinching his belly. The supposed fat between
his fingers did not even seem more than just skin. But Jimin wasn't about to act like he didn't feel
the same way. His own mother was obsessed with his appearance, his weight, his skincare, and
even his hair. As if that was the only thing omegas were allowed to care about.

Dae-Hyun's name was mentioned, indicating that the coach was already passing through the list.
Jimin finally dared to turn towards the sitting naked bodies. Not a second had passed and his mind
was already noticing a void in that row.

Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. Taehyung stood in his friend's place while the rest of alphas
were chatting about something, mixed loud chuckles and roars echoing through the walls like the
primitive monkeys they were.

"He's probably in a family meeting" Jin explained, snapping the bunny out of his bubble.

Jimin leaned closer as he whispered, "how do you know that?"

"Well, I'm just guessing. He disappears for days or even weeks. It's usually when the Jeon gather. I
only know because Taehyung told me."

Gather... what could a bunch of snakes be talking about? Jimin didn't even know what family
members made up that clan. "How many...?"

Jin stared back, just as lost as the blond. "How many what?"
"The Jeon, I mean. I imagine them like this cult-like dynasty."

Jin couldn't help a chuckle, his naked chest gently vibrating. "That's actually spot on! It's a cult, a
very hard-to-get-into type of cult." He stretched out his legs, bare feet moving in circles to loosen
the muscles in his ankles. Jimin imitated the action. His body still felt heavy. "They are 7.
Jungkook's the 6th one of them, the second youngest. He has a younger brother."

"Huh? Why is he the heir then?" Jimin had heard it from Jin before. Normally the eldest owned
everything in these predator families, though Jimin wasn't too familiar with that since he was an
only child and a prey.

"It's a system some family of predators have. Giving everything to the older is unfair to them since
alphas are naturally dominant. Omegas as you might've guessed don't participate. It's basically a
fight for the throne" The coach named Taehyung on the list. Jimin nooded, absorbing the new info
like a sponge. "Lowkey glad I'm an omega and don't have to deal with that shit. As long as I can
afford to buy the very last game on the market I don't care who owns the company."

"And Taehyung's family?"

Jin bit the inside of his mouth as he glanced at the green-eyed alpha. He was still avoiding him.
"Same thing, it's just that Namjoon dominated everything before Taehyung came to the family."

"You are like a human newspaper."

"I know, right? I should create one of those weekly gossip blogs" he said with shining eyes. "I
would throw so much shit at Jungkook. Anonymously, of course."

"Park Jimin" the predator searched for him in the row. Jimin unconsciously lifted his hand, fearing
reacting too late. There was no sudden silence but he could feel the coldness of eyes locked on him.
Yet when turning around, no one was staring at him.

But there was. His body tensed once he caught them. Brown, just like his. That dark short hair and
strong features, formed the face of a soldier. Rough. It screamed alpha everywhere, which was kind
of ironic. A few scars decorated his strong nose, cheek... neck. The green bruises were shameless.
Jimin's stomach turned into a tight boiling knot of acid, rising like milk on heat till he could taste it
on the tip of his tongue. Naming the feeling was a straight no, because that seemed to be the
intention; make Jimin feel that.

Jungkook had once again slept with another person and the fact that it was Minrae was simply
bizarre. Why was he so frequent was a mystery.

The guy's eyes kept lingered on the bunny. "His body..." whispered Jimin, glancing back to the
shameless one-sided staring contest.

Jin followed the trail, and a low mocking chortle escaped his lips. "He really thinks he's Jungkook's
boyfriend."

Jimin was pretty aware of that. Something was very wrong with Minrae, especially that deep
intense obsession gleaming in his eyes. Their last exchange proved it. His sudden need to fight
Jimin only meant he saw the omega as a threat now. After all, the dude seemed fine at first.

"He must be aware of the imprinting" Jin remarked, bringing Jimin's attention back to him.
"I don't think Jungkook goes around telling people about his obsession with me. Even if that was
the case, I'm being bullied. Why would his... boyfriends see me as a threat?"

"Jimin, honey..." trailed Jin, raising his hand at his name before dropping it back to his lap and
shifting back to the omega. "I don't even remember what you smell like anymore."

It embarrassed and frustrated him at the same time. Jimin had gone to great lengths to reduce the
smell of perfume but even his best fragrances had stopped working. It was as if Jungkook had took
every trace of his own scent and put his instead. The omega's nose had already adapted to it. It
didn't matter anymore. Jimin knew that everyone smelled the snake hybrid on his skin. The only
thing that appeased him was the fact that it wasn't that rate. Jungkook, being the whore he was, left
his scent on any omegas in sight.

Which only meant Kai had smelled it and classified Jimin as the new addition to Jungkook's
harem.

Jimin was definitely the biggest hypocrite in the boy's eyes. For now, telling the alpha he had lost
his phone was the only good option if there was any faith to recover their relationship.

The alpha hadn't spared Jimin a single glance the whole week, let alone sitting near him. Kai hang
out with the usual group, face with a hint of boredom. Jimin hadn't known him that long and they
both hadn't even started with the right foot, but he was the only alpha worth having around.

Kai didn't make Jimin feel bad and he most definitely didn't force him to do anything. He was like
the other side of the coin, being the dark and dirty side Jungkook.
The afternoon went faster than expected. The sensation of the hot water caused Jimin to flinch at
the change of temperature as he got out. The pool was warmer than usual and Jimin had even joked
with Jin that maybe people were pissing in the water.

His ears felt clogged from pushing his head under the water. The breath-holding practice had left
him dizzy and exhausted.

The blond only interacted with Jin and Dae-Hyun sometimes, which Jimin had noticed he didn't get
too close to the two of them when his friends were around. "He doesn't want them to notice you,"
Jin told him, floating with his hair pulled back in a plastic cap. His lips were always reddish from
the water, "so he tries to stay in his lane."

Jimin felt he owed the wolves an apology. It was probably a stereotype that they were unbearable
and the most macho of the species. Kai and Dae-Hyun proved to be different, yet Jungkook and
Minrae were just as expected of their rank.

"Snakes have that fame," Jin commented to him, approaching the edge of the pool to rest. "There
isn't a single snake hybrid who's kind. It's ingrained into their DNA."

"That's actually sad" said Jimin, moving closer to get out of the water. A little push and he was
sitting on the wet curb.

The session was over yet the whole pool was still crowded. The unwillingness to go out in the cold
outside was clear, which explained the pool full of students passing around balls. Some kept
jumping off the diving board, splashing Jimin and many others in their way as their bodies hit the
surface of the water.
Jimin had hoped for a chance to talk to Kai after the session but the alpha had been gone as soon as
the training ended. Jimin could only catch a glimpse of his back to the exit before he disappeared
from the area.

The blond sighed. Why was he even coming to these extracurricular activities was a mystery. The
vibe was too hostile.

His tattoos were still a hot topic. From the moment he'd stepped outside the changing rooms, a
bunch of eyes had been locked on his ass in particular. Jimin tried to convince himself the reason
was his best attribute, but the face of disgust on the coach's face told him otherwise. Mumbles,
glances. The omegas themselves seemed to heckle him as if they were all from traditional families
and Jimin was the liberal. It didn't matter, he still loved his tattoos, but the reality was that Jimin
was playing with fire. If the day when someone uploaded his photos for some unfunny prank ever
came, he would be fucked. Jungkook doing that seemed like the most likely scenario.

Jimin stared flatly at his reflection in the water, oblivious to Jin's constant chatter. The fact that
every thought he had - or at least most of them - went straight to Jungkook at the end, was absurd.
The omega sometimes felt the urge to split his head open just to stop these weird tricks but he had
learned to accept it. The hatred was still fresh but it was frustrating how he kept contradicting
himself over and over again. The once boiling anger would rise and then fall, cooling as Jimin went
back again to the starting point. His inner omega said one thing and Jimin another. It hurt his pride
the constant giving in, yet he kept tripping with the same rock.

Jimin hated him. Was it even hate? A normal person didn't melt into their enemy's kiss nor feel a
warm pit of lava in their chest at the most minimal affection. Was there even a word to describe
that?

"I'll ask my doctor how to break the imprint" he stated out of nowhere. .

"You sure about that? My doctor tells everything to my mother," Jin pointed out, giving that quirk
of eyebrow that only meant disagreement.
"I don't care. There's no way I can keep doing this to myself."

"Just fuck him out of your system, stop being a pussy."

"Dae-Hyun told me people get obsessed with him after that."

Jin rested his chin on his dripping arms folded over the curb, staring up at Jimin from the water,
eyes noticeably bigger due to the lack of brown strands covering his face. "You already are
obsessed with him, Jimin."

"Ok, maybe I am, but I'm not trying to worsen it. I just need to hit him with his own medicine and
dip. There's plenty of hybrids I can fuck," he assured, catching his roommate's gaze in his own.

"Don't look at me. I'm not into omegas, I've never inserted my dick in anything other than an
alpha's mouth" he stated as soon as he noticed the blond's intense stare. Jimin shook his head,
rolling his eyes. "I'd say go fix your case of blue balls in some club but we have seen the result of
that. I'm not trying to set you up... anymore."

"I'm still not fucking him" Jimin clarified, wiggling his feet back and forth in the water. Absolute
bullshit spitted from his lips, as always. "I'd end up in a hospital and knowing that piece of shit,
he'd try to knock me up."

Jin made a scowl of disgust. "I just know he gets off to the idea."
"Hell nah."

Jin jumped out of the water in a brief hop. "I'd lend you one of my dildos but that's kinda disgusting
so why don't you buy one?" the omega proposed, pitching his voice lower. Jimin blinked, taken
aback. A dildo? "Since I know you are a size queen I'll give you a good recommendation. There's
no way you will fit Jungkook inside you without good training."

"Do you even listen to me when I speak? I'm not getting double dicked by a snake."

"You are so fucking him. I can already imagine you coming to the dorm walking like a penguin."

"Bye" Jimin sprang to his feet, circling the long pool with long strides in a fast walk. Jin followed
him in a rush, his chuckle echoing over the sound of the water, mingling with the voices in the
covered area.

The blond omega reached the showers, Jin's arms embracing his chest from behind with a whiny
sorry and a pout Jimin could tell was forming on his lips.

"I'll take a quick shower too," said Jin releasing the bunny from his grasp. In a quick motion, his
shorts were off. Jimin mimicked him and soon both were under the sharp flow of water.

The frivolous white walls of the wide bath reminded him of that moment. Jungkook's lips, cold
with jealousy that aroused a burning sensation in Jimin. Pressing the alpha's buttons seemed to only
push him to the edge, driving the snake hybrid to snap at him harder. However, something had
shifted in that gaze last time.

Jimin glanced down at his hand, the water falling in thick streams on his palm. He had hit
Jungkook with all his might, but that anger hadn't bitten back. The alpha had gone rigid, expression
undecipherable.

"Are you done?" His voice charged with the unknown, urging him on, pulling the omega closer to
that broad body till he was breathing in the crook of his neck.

Are you done? Jimin blushed unconsciously, traces of the feeling of those rough hands trapping his
waist, as if they were designed to fit there, crawling back on his skin. Being manhandled, helpless
against his grip, made Jimin submit in a blink of an eye. As if he hadn't slapped Jungkook over and
over again seconds before.

"Are you done?" Jin's voice dragged him out of his thoughts and the water over his head suddenly
felt colder. Jimin shifted around, finding Jin drying himself with a towel, still looking at him. "I
asked you three times... what were you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Jimin strolled out of the shower with a single step, grabbing one of the towels prepared
on the shelf as he left.

The omega went through the short secluded corridor rolled up in a towel. A few more omegas were
coming in, some of them glancing at Jimin with that mocking gaze. The treatment made him feel
like an outcast.

The lockers were mostly closed. Hardly anyone had left yet. Jin took his stuff out, getting dressed
while he gabbed nonstop over going for a walk around the city now to grab something to eat. Jimin
murmured that yes, he also craved a nice coffee and a piece of cake. The recent talk about losing
weight had already flew out of their heads.

His smile fell within seconds as he noticed his clothes were gone. The locker was empty. Jimin
blinked a few times, startled. "What the actual fuck?" His voice attracted the attention of everyone
inside, some girls coming in rolled up in a towel. Jimin darted at Jin, baffled. "My stuff... My stuff
is gone" he said in a shaky voice, eyes roaming through the wide room looking for a clue to his
bag's location.

"Maybe you left it outside-

"No no no no, I literally closed the locker. I changed my clothes here, I put everything here and,
and..." his voice trailed off in panic. He didn't know why, but he was too frustrated. Jungkook
wasn't here. He hadn't done it, right? His heart was drumming his chest painfully. Jimin had a bad
feeling.

Jin rushed to open all the lockers, one by one. Most of the things inside were clothes but none of
them belonged to Jimin. The two searched everywhere, even going back to the shower room and
the hall where they waited in the stands. His stuff being there didn't make sense, but anything was
possible.

"Hey."

Jimin diverted to the door. A curly-haired girl was looking back at him, an odd expression on her
face. "I think this is yours." Her finger pointed at something and he ran back inside the locker
room. Jimin's eyes widened, his breath seizing in his throat, a bitter taste in the back of his tongue.
In the trash lied shreds of clothing, or rather fabric. The yellow of his jumper scattered with the
dark brown of his trousers, strewn across the rubbish. They were cut into jagged pieces, the result
of having been angrily torn all over. He could still identify the brand tag. There was no doubt, those
were his.

Jimin wasn't sad about losing his clothes. He could buy whole shops if he wanted to. But knowing
someone did it pushed him to an overwhelming frustration. Why this kept happening to him?

Jin's voice cursing mixed with the blurry background. A commotion had formed around the bunny,
and the worst was that it was all laughter.

They were mocking his humiliation.

"Took you long enough!" the annoying voice like a pimple on his temple made him dart up. Minrae
appeared from the back of the shelf, leaning on one of the lockers as he reduced the space between
them.

Jimin felt his stomach sink. Panic flooded his features as soon as they made eye contact. The blond
hunched towards the door in a quick reflex but stomped instead with another bare chest that
became an obstacle in his way. The omegas inside were gone, as if they knew what was going to
happen, now standing on the entrance. Some heads peeked from the mass of people surrounding the
door.

"Seriously?! You are so fucking annoying," Jin spat, leaning forward to reach for his friend. Jimin
walked backwards, carefully trying to hide behind his roommate. The day had gone too well for the
shitty luck he had.
Fuck.

The tiger hybrid didn't come alone. A bunch of alphas joined him, all so tall their heads almost
reached the ceiling. Mass of muscles and fierce bodies made the bunny feel tiny, a speck of dust at
their feet. Jimin was helpless.

"What do you want from me?" he pleaded in a desperate shaky breath. This would be his last pool
session. Fuck his grades.

"Leave him alone!" Jin yelled at him but got shut down by an alpha that shoved him aside. The
omega fought the hard grasp, even biting the flesh of his arms.

"Gagging on dicks got you a loud mouth, huh" muttered one of them. Jimin wanted to help his
friend but the target rested on his own head. It was pretty clear as two guys were striding toward
him in big steps, their expressions darkening as they got closer.

Jimin veered to the other side of the locker but Minrae's stormed towards him, grip like steel
yanking his hair. The pull was painful, all his hair grabbed roughly towards the alpha, his fingers
digging in the blond strands in a brute grasp. Despair took over him, a breath away from sobbing as
Jimin gasped from the pain. "Where are you going? I'm just trying to have fun with you."

"Did Jungkook send you!? Is this why you are doing this!?" Jin sounded agitated. He was still
struggling with the alpha holding his thin frame against his chest. There was a jumble of people at
the door watching, doing nothing as Jimin was being bullied. No coach, no classmate on sight to do
anything. Jimin felt impotent, his lip numb from biting the frustration out of it.
"Send me? You act like you are new," Minrae grinned but his tone didn't match the wicked smile,
sourness peeking in his timbre as he took offense by the question. As if it bothered him that Jin saw
him as Jungkook's lackey. "We always share the fun. I'm just trying to see what is it about his new...
toy." The mischievous grin on his lips sent Jimin into a turmoil of panic. No. This wouldn't be a
little push. The alpha wasn't here to intimidate him. Either Jimin was getting drowned to death in
that pool or beaten to a pulp. "After all, he always shares his toys." The words tightened the
omega's chest.

Jimin's mind had gone tidal in a storm. He darted up to the dark eyes towering him down. Minrae
spat on his face and as soon as the disgusting ball of fluid hit his face, Jimin's own saliva went icy
in his mouth as the nerves bolted through his body. He wouldn't get away from this one that easily.
Fuck.

The liquid slipped down his face in a wet sound. Screams could be heard from outside, one of the
voices thicker than the others. Jimin tried to turn against the stone grip but instead got slammed
against the hard wall. A pained yelp bounced through the room. Half of his face began to sting
from the blow, muscles cold from the impact of the surface. His vision blurred for a few seconds as
he drew in a painful sharp breath.

Minrae peeled him off the cold wall, knocking him to the ground as soon as he did. Jimin felt all his
bones shake on impact, his side still hot from the hit. He tried to raise his head but Minrae's foot
aimed to his stomach in a sharp kick that rocked Jimin's nerves to a pained shriek. The awfully
throbbing feeling of his insides getting pushed in earned him a blurred vision. Another hard hit that
plunged the alpha's feet bones into his stomach came. A strangled scream tore out of Jimin,
piercing the air as tears rimmed his lids.

Kick after kick, his head was stomped into the ground. The pressure of his bare foot, resting his full
weight on it began to tingle his eyes. His head was being crushed, one step away from cracking his
skull under the weight of an animal like Minrae. The alpha lashed out with a strong punch against
his belly and Jimin gulped down the hit as he tried to free his head from being crashed.

"I'll fucking kill you!" a roar hit like a thunderclap in the room. Dae-Hyun's voice was
unrecognizable from the pulsating anger in his timbre. Jimin could barely see with the aching
sizziling pain in his body. "Fucking loser" grewled Dae-Hyun, pupils growing wider each second.
His fangs looked as sharp as the veins pulsing under his skin, neck red from anger. "Leave him
alone." His dark hair was damp just like his still dripping skin.

The towel laid sprawled on the floor. Jimin felt all eyes studying his nakedness and couldn't even
allow himself to blush out of embarrassment. He couldn't focus. Everything ached as the omegas
peeking around stared with smiles on their faces, tittering out laughs that felt like haunting ghosts
in Jimin's head. He was so tired. He was so fucking tired.

"Getting all worked up over an omega?" Minrae's voice carried mockery, something he had no right
to cast upon others. Jimin sniffled, snot leaking down his lips as he made contact with the wolf
hybrid. There was a need to scream for help but the pain got his brain in a turmoil, to the point he
could only watch and receive the blows on his way. But he knew Dae-Hyun could already feel it.
The heat of the hot thread sliding down his nose, the sound of blood hitting the ground. His nose
felt stuffed. "Jungkook will love this."

"No he won't. He's s gonna beat the shit out of you," snarled Dae-Hyun. "After me."

Minrae burst out a crisp laugh, as loud as Jimin's heavy breathing on the wet ground. "Beat me? For
an omega? You are fucking delusional."

Despite the two alphas in his way blocking the path, Dae-Hyun still shoved them out in a brute
push. The wolf's anger vibrated in hot waves, almost on the verge of shifting. Jimin confirmed he
wasn't wrong as soon as Dae-Hyun's face started disfiguring, fangs becoming more prominent. His
fingernails turned greyish as the visceral sound of writhing bones grew louder and louder. Black
cloaks stained his face, covered by dark fur that grew exponentially on every inch of his skin. The
shorts holding on his waist were gone within seconds, pieces of them shred on the ground. Dae-
Hyun's eyes became distorted but the fierceness of his gaze only grew even more intense, filled
with a burning fury that thirsted for blood. The once handsome young man was now a beast. Jimin
had never seen a predator fully shifting in person. It happened so fast that the alphas didn't have
time to grab the now animal.

Dae-Hyun pounced on Minrae, feral for his death as if there was no human behind that creature. A
snarl overtook his face. Fury teared throughout his hairy chest. It was a huge black wolf. Big
enough to cover half the door, eyes blue contrasting with a dark fur. Jimin's heart drummed against
his breath as the wolf fell on the tiger hybrid. It looked like it was coming for him. Like it was
going to devour the bunny instead of helping him. Minrae's growl told him otherwise, and before
he knew it, he was between two predators. Dae-Hyun latched onto the alpha's arm like a leech.
Sharp fangs teared deeply into the flesh. Blood began to gush out in a haunting dripping sound.

The ground went red, painted from the dense red liquid pouring from Minrae as he tried to get Dae-
Hyun off him. The alpha holding onto Jin released the omega, joining the rest of the boys trying to
get the wolf off of an angry and bleeding Minrae. Jin ran towards Jimin, his face smeared with
panic as he carefully lifted his friend. "We need to leave!"

"But Dae-Hyun…" the blond muttered, flinching at the sharp pain on his side. Everything ached
and blood still dripped from his nose. His wet skin still burned, raw from the blows. Jimin knew
that this wouldn't end like this, that his body would be painted with bruises from the kicks and
punches.

Dae-Hyun's roar reverberating through the four wall was so animalistic it scared the people at the
door. The wolf intended to inch towards Minrae's neck after striking his arm, but the shout of an
outside voice froze all movement, even the black beast.

"What the hell is going on!?" Two professors came in accompanied by three security guards with
an obvious rush in their faces. One of them glanced at Jimin, then back to the alpha who had a
humongous wolf with its mouth wrapped around his arm.
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"Predators are not allowed to shift in public spaces and you still went on and even attacked your
classmate."

Jimin looked down, unable to raise his head. His neck hurt. Next to him Dae-Hyun and Minrae sat,
both far away from each other with wounds on their faces and bodies. Dae-Hyun's mouth still had
dry blood glued to his lips meanwhile the tiger hybrid had his arm wrapped in bandages, the smell
of blood still fresh on him. It took over an hour to separate them. A few snarls still escaped both
predators every time they glanced at each other.

"You will be banned from any sports activity, including joining any sport club for the rest of the
year. This will also affect your academic file" Minrae rolled his eyes, a wicked smile crocking in
his lips as if he wasn't the cause of this. "You two can leave."

That was it? Jimin couldn't help but scowl.

"I was defending a classmate," stated Dae-Hyun, eyes still gleaming with fresh anger. "He bullied
my friend while everyone just watched, and we get the same punishment?"

The old man sighed. "Both of you are equally wrong. You could've killed him and you" he pointed
towards Minrae "need to stop playing around with omegas."

"Playing around!?" Dae-Hyun sprand to his feet, his hands curled into fists. "He beat him!"

"There will be no more discussion over this. Leave."

Minrae stood up, giving Jimin a dirty look. "Fucking preys" could be heard in a whisper. It had
been quite loud, loud enough for the old man sitting in front of them to have heard it. Yet there was
no reaction.

Dae-Hyun glanced at him with a pained expression, as if all this had been his fault. He had a
swollen cheek from Minrae's punch trying to get the wolf off him, and several scratches. "I'll wait
for you outside." Jimin nodded with a sheepish, rather forced half smile. The alpha got up from the
chair and left.

Once the door closed, the old man stretched out on the chair as he laid his eyes on Jimin. Thin
wrinkled lips showed disdain, as if he had a bag of trash in front of his desk. The director's voice
aimed at him and Jimin forced himself to give his attention. "All of this happened because of you."

"I didn't do anything." Jimin muttered with gritted teeth, the chair shaking as he suddenly stood up.
What the actual fuck was wrong with everyone here? How was any of this his fault? "He ripped all
my clothes and threw them in the trash. And then hit me. Can't you see the bruises or wh–"
"You provoked him and it's not the first time."

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

"How does that even make any sense!? He beat the shit out of me for no reason! There are even
witnesses!" It was as if his voice was mute. No matter how much he shouted, no one seemed to
hear him. "I don't even know him! I have no relatio–"

"Enough."

Jimin slumped back in his chair in disbelief. No way this was happening. There were cameras to
prove his innocence. All his classmates saw everything...

Hah.

No one would defend him. None of those pieces of shit would raise a single finger for a prey and an
omega. He was doomed. The only thing he received was a stare, with that god complex their rank
gave them. "This is the second time we have to deal with you."

"What? What do you mean by that? I've never been–"

"A report against the Jeon's son for bullying" cut the old man in, staring at the screen of his
computer. His wrinkled fingers pressed on the mouse. "Report made my Jung Hoseok. Case of
bullying."

Jimin was petrified. At what time...? Like a heavy blow to the head, Hobi's words suddenly
appeared as an imaginary whisper.

This was even worse. They knew he was being bullied at that time and did nothing. Nothing. Not
even a call out. Or a response. Jimin rose to his feet as the anger hardened his breath. "What more
proof do you need!? You even knew about this! I'm being bullied by alphas and you have done
nothing to protect me as one of your students!"

The principal laced his fingers on the table. His slicked-back white hair rested down to his neck, on
the navi dark suit he wore. He simply stares back, unimpressed.

"Preys are so dramatic" finally left his lips in a heavy sigh, as if Jimin wasn't right in front of him.
"Ever since you came to this university there's been complains. Your own professor complained
about your lack of skills, and now you are accusing other students of being bullies. Wanting
attention from alphas has its consequences."

"Are you fucking kidding me!? I just got beaten up and ridiculed in front of everyone and even got
poisoned by Jungkook–"

"Poisoned?" he mocked with a chuckle, rough like his voice. "You smell like alpha right now, how
can I even listen to you when you don't even smell like your own people?"
"My own...people?" Jimin pressed his hands in fists so hard his nails dug into his palm as rage
tingled on his voice.

"This is why preys shouldn't have access to education" added the man, stretching in his seat. "None
of you know how to behave."

It wasn't sadness. Neither anger. The frustration he felt right now pressed on him like a weight
hanging from his chest. He wasn't worthy in anyone's eyes, not even the person responsible to treat
all students equally. At the end of the day, he was a prey. An omega. An insect. This wasn't even
supposed to be his fate. Lowlife, cleaning houses, being a maid, a servant... that was the only thing
expected from preys. Anything but standing in high class or even a middle class. If Jimin hadn't
been born in a rich family... it would have been even worse.

"You will be banned from attending class for two weeks. By the university rules you are still
allowed to attend the mandatory seminars, lab sessions or any type of lecture that requires full
attendance" explained the man, eyes moving to the screen. Jimin sat in silence, lip caught between
his teeth to resist worsening his situation as he swallowed the sour ball swelling in his throat.
"There will be a mark in your academic file. Next time I have to add another you will be expelled
for the rest of the year."

Jimin walked down the stairs, finding Dae-Hyun's tall shadow waiting at the exit. He stepped
outside after wiping away his helpless tears, not wanting to look even more pathetic than he already
was.

"What did the principal... say?" Dae-Hyun gave him a careful look, wary of the response as his
hand rested on Jimin's shoulder with a reassuring warmth.
"I'm banned from attending class for two weeks. This obviously will affect my grades since no one
will help me recover the notes" Relief briefly crossed Dae-Hyun's face and he sighed.

"You have me, and Jin too."

"Have you seen your notes? I can't even understand your handwriting" Jimin tried to joke around,
sniffing in the snot that threatened to come out from his running nose. His bad humour could wait
for later. "And Jin doesn't take notes half the time. Whatever."

His heavy sigh felt hot in contrast to the cold outside. They walked to the infirmary with light steps,
as if they tried to speed this up and end the day. The day was already dark, enough for the
streetlights to be on.

"They should have given Minrae a worse punishment. That fucker won't stop until he feels the
outcome of his actions" Dae-Hyun stated suddenly, his tone as serious as the look in his eyes. Jimin
didn't know what to say. No one supported him, they didn't even see him as a student.

"No one is on my side."

"You have to tell Jungkook."

He stopped in his tracks. "What?"

Dae-Hyun didn't seem to be joking. "Minrae is only scared of him."

"Jungkook is the reason I'm going through all this shit" Jimin spat, picking up his pace. Dae-Hyun
denied as he grabbed the omega from behind.

"If Jungkook cares even the slightest about you, he will do something."

"Why are you so sure about that? Isn't Jungkook known for bullying omegas with his friends?"

"Don't be stupid now." Dae-Hyun grabbed his shoulder, pausing his quick walk. "You know damn
well he's obsessed on another level with you Jimin. I've been with that psychopath enough years to
know what I'm talking about. At this stage you would have been bullied many times by any alpha
already and shared with other guys."

"I'm not telling him. I don't care."

"Listen to me–"

"Dae-Hyun, please... let's just forget about it."

"Jimin..."
Jimin shook his head as he brushed Dae-Hyun's hand away gently. "Let's just go get painkillers, I'm
still in pain" he said glancing down to his mauled body. The blue hoodie was way bigger than him
but warm enough to protect him from the cold. Dae-Hyun had brought it from his dorm after the
monitor came to bring them to the office. "Also, thank you for lending me your clothes" The alpha
didn't say anything, but sadness still flooded his gaze. Jimin could almost imagine his wolfie ears
drooping in a whine. It felt weird seeing this side of Dae-Hyun. Now it made sense why Jin and the
alpha were friends. Jimin squeezed the hand on his shoulder. "Let's forget about it..."

"But–"

"I'm tired... please."

"Fine." Dae-Hyun caressed his hand back with his thumb, finally nodding. The gesture felt too
intimate yet not in a weird way. He was softer than Jimin had expected.

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Jungkook stepped out of the car, handing the keys to the guard waiting at the door. The alpha
crossed the huge garden split by a path of lamps that lighted it for the dark weather. On a busy day,
there were hundreds of people pacing around, working tirelessly in the building even at these hours,
but weekends were always calm.

Jeon Electronics. The main headquarter in the country, among the many around the world. The
company was run by his brother Sung-ho. Although it was under his jurisdiction, Jungkook had
control of the head company and as soon as his father retired, over the entire conglomerate. Jeon
Electronics, Jeon Bio, J.K..., all of them formed the Jeon family name. Dominating all the branches
of marketing, Jeon were involved in all kinds of products. Video games, computers, cars, clothing,
sports equipment, hotels and a long list that had been built up over the years of the formation of one
of the first conglomerates in the country. Its shares carried stratospheric weight the same way its
influence reached into almost every ambit of life, even politics.

"Good morning, sir. Mr Jeon is waiting for you," the woman at the reception desk greeted him, a
bright smile on her face as soon as she spotted him. Jungkook glanced at his watch.

Dinner with Father hadn't been in his plans. He hoped that at least Father's omega wouldn't be
there, she was a pain in the ass.

Jungkook entered the elevator after passing the fingerprint detector and was soon lifted through the
120 floors. The moving cube was filled with the company logo and its advertisements, all split into
screens that covered both the ceiling and the walls, promoting their other products, with ads for
perfumes, vacation spots, and other shopping malls through attractive commercials with smiley
models.
Although he owned the brain of all the branches, his control over the rest couldn't be internal. The
conglomerate was divided into too many parts for one person to take responsibility for them. Only
the important decisions would pass through his hand and currently, Father had half the hand in part
of that.

Jungkook leaned his head against the screen, waiting for the denoting sound of the top floor.

If there was any issue, Jungkook was the wrongdoer. Regardless of whether he had committed it, as
the representative and future owner of the name Jungkook took full responsibility. Certainly with
this came the fact that his wealth was abysmal compared to the rest but it was a fair price to pay for
what he had to swallow. His family wasn't the nicest, and there was always some shady shit going
on that tainted their business.

He had not seen Father for several months since graduating from high school. After finishing it,
Jungkook focused on reviewing the company building by building, point by point while dealing
with meetings for possible new partnerships. "Fixing the mess" was the headline on newspapers at
that time. It took quite some time but Jungkook didn't have a single regret.

He stroked the edge of the pack he was almost done smoking, only five cigarettes left in it, as his
eyes focused on the shiny letters outlined on the black surface. Treasurer London Black was
stamped in subtle relief.

Jungkook didn't give in to any temptation that easily, but the things that fascinated him were
minefields; pretty faces and smells. During his first years in high school, he had always seen his
father smoking them, but the old man enjoyed cigars better. The smell of these was like the piece
that fit into Jungkook's puzzle, it relaxed him. Or at least it distracted the alpha from going back to
heavier narcotics.
Jungkook darted around the screens, now advertising the building itself and the sophisticated
system they had for an office. It was a luxurious place, more like a hotel than an office. It had
become one of the places with the most resumes from recent college graduates. There was a
reputation that the salaries when working in the Jeon conglomerate were a dream. As high as the
complex curriculum they demanded.

Rumours that the sons of the families that made up Jeon didn't need that had always made their way
every year, specially on the news. Even though most Jeons denied the claim, it was partly true.
Relatives outside the spotlight did suck from the pot. They needed nothing more than to wear their
blood with pride to have it all, but then there were those who did have to swallow a camera.

Perfect profiles. Their grandmother, the current Chief Alpha, was extremely strict with grades and
activities in which Jungkook had to excel. There were years in which the alpha was sent to another
country, others in which he had to combine high school with part-time work. Diplomas and
diplomas. Jungkook had no fucking idea how many diplomas he had. Languages, skills, sports,
national tests and thousands of things that only served to fill the family's ego.

Jungkook ran away from that by looking for the opposite. Chaos. People who stopped pretending
and acted without dignity in those dark rooms under the loud music. Rich kids who hated that
monotonous life, and others who were used to just snapping their fingers and the latest bag model
of the most trending designer on the net at that time, dropping on their lap.

He used to go to endless parties, where he would end up so exhausted and wasted that he couldn't
lift an eyelid. Jungkook would join every one of them and on his best night, he had more drug in
his veins than blood. Pills, syringes, smells, everything had passed through his hands. While he had
a good stamina, Jungkook had ended up so wasted several times in the beginning to the point his
own alpha fought him, and anger issues skyrocketed pushing him to self harm and hurting others.
Parties where only the most VIP went, in the middle of yachts with the music thundering his brain
as he lined up a line of coke with his cum and made the omega in his arms snort it. Eyes red, lost,
and pupils so dilated Jungkook could reach into them.

It had made him feel distracted, yet at the same time unfulfilled.
Jungkook didn't miss that. It was all a time-killer, a way to speed up the process. Some addictions
had stayed, like the one between his fingers, escaping from his already black lungs. Or like others,
which haunted him. Or rather Jungkook haunted.

Ding.

Jungkook was already making his way down the extended marble corridor. The top floor was the
meeting room, which gave him an idea of what awaited him behind it. The long sliding doors
moved out of his way as soon as he placed his thumb on the screen detector.

Huh.

At the wide table four dark heads turned towards him. His father's wrinkled face greeted him head-
on, always stonecold. The middle seat was usually empty and today wasn't the exception. It was
now Jungkook's throne whenever they gathered, the space that used to be reserved for Eunwoo
before he lost his place as the heir..

"Are you all so afraid of me that you need to trick me into meeting you?" He adjusted his jacket
and walked to the middle seat under the heavy gaze of the five snake hybrids in the room. A room
full of predators and all of them alphas. The tension could be cut with a knife.

"You wouldn't have come," his brother muttered. He seemed almost forced to be there, with that
expression of disgust he could no longer hide in front of their father.

"Jungkook" said Kang-Dae, casting his son a lingering look. The old man was tense, back
straightened. Thick dark eyebrows relaxed down his forehead, stretching the wrinkles of his skin.
"Sit."
"I thought you wanted to see me" Jungkook squeezed irritably. It was one thing to talk to his father
about whatever it was that was so urgent, and it was quite another to have to put up with the rest of
his siblings. "But instead brought the whole pack with you."

"Haven't seen you in a year" muttered his brother's voice from the other side. Jungkook stretched
out on the leather seat under his watchful gaze, those eyes hostile as opposed to that ad-worthy
smile.

"Was planning to make it longer," he heavily sighed, settling against the soft touch on his back. Shit
always felt like walking on eggshells and this time Jungkook was in the centre of a spider's web.
Hungry for his failure, for anything his to shred to pieces, his siblings studied his every move.

"Shouldn't you visit your family more? The media is making us look like monsters."

"Isn't that what we are? I would if this family was actually enjoyable to be around."

Hyuk's lips grew thin, ready to clap back. He always had that bitterness over the truth when it came
from his younger brother. "Tasted freedom and now we aren't enjoyable anymore?"

"Since when are venomous snakes enjoyable to have around? Not even your wife likes your
presence."

"Jungkook." The old alpha always had to deal with the same mess. Jungkook didn't feel bad, he had
created this.
"Wife, huh... That's actually one of the reasons we are gathered here." Jae-won flexed his arms,
folding them behind his head, blue suit stretching over the muscles. Trails of ink peeked from the
tattoos of his chest. Every one of them proudly wore the snakes the family was required to carry.
Depending on their ranks, the style changed. "When are you getting married? Shouldn't the heir be
already engaged?"

"You know it's part of your obligation to get engaged before you hit 22," Sung-ho muttered.

Jungkook was silent. They never got tired of this bullshit. His lack of response earned him a
venomous chuckle from Jae-won. "What, fell in love with a maid?" the fucker grinned, and burst
out laughing at the thought with Sung-ho. If there was anyone more annoying than Jungkook that
was Jae-won. The piece of shit loved pushing people's buttons, specially Jungkook's.

"Jungkook falling in love sounds like the end of the world," the older one cut them off. "Have you
even hugged anyone in your life?"

"Regardless of that, your uncle will bond you with a good omega next week" spoke his other
brother. "You can keep fucking whoever you want but the Chief demands an official engagement."

"I've already said I'm not meeting any omega for marriage. I don't have time."

"Isn't that contradictory?" interrupted another man who looked very similar to Jungkook. His older
brother after Eunwoo was almost identical to him.

Jungkook darted to the gift they had prepared for him, meeting the thing that had bothered him for
days. The club scene.
Jimin.

The pictures of the alpha's dead body appeared on the table, sliding across the surface until they
touched his fingertips. His eyelids felt heavy as he saw Jimin's face zoomed. The little thing was
doomed if the Jeon digged any more info about him.

It wasn't even the first time. Jungkook had frequented a few omegas in the past and they all ended
up entangled in his brothers' hands with the hopes that they were more than a fuck toy to him to use
as his weak point.

Jae-won had a special obsession with harassing them, making their lives miserable. Jungkook didn't
give a fuck. He himself targeted people out of boredom. Highschool had been his prime. At least
twice a year his new victims dropped out and Jungkook made sure to destroy any chance of future.
Karma was hitting him any day.

"Park Jimin... cute face," Jae-won muttered, pronouncing his name as a taunt. Jungkook didn't
know why, but it bothered him too much.

The very idea of another alpha pronouncing Jimin's name angered him.

"Male omega preys are rare" Hyuk commented, eyes never leaving Jungkook's. "There's a whole
business selling their organs and shit."

"There's also a traffic ring just for them. At least these whores end up being useful for society."
Over his dead body. Jungkook would be put in jail before they even touched a strand of Jimin's
hair.

"Aren't you the infamous alpha who doesn't lift a finger for anyone?" Jae-won flipped through the
pages like it was the escort magazine he received every week. "You even drove from campus just to
save him."

"And a prey too, is this your new kink?"

It was more than a kink. Jungkook was obsessed.

Jae-won licked his lips a few times, eyes gleaming with every photo with Jimin's face imprinted on
it, his forked tongue wetting the dryness of his lips. Jungkook knew that look. He wanted to taste
Jimin too.

"Since when do preys go to school?"

The question reminded him of their first encounter in the university. Taehyung's gaze studying his
profile and those eyes on the verge of panic.

"I guess they have rights now," Jungkook sighed, giving them a flat stare. It didn't sound bad. Jimin
did look cute sitting in that chair. But not like this, surrounded by alphas.

"I feel like I've seen him somewhere," Hyuk rumbled with a strange expression, his eyes checking
every pixel printed on the sheet.
"Of course, it's the same omega from the bullying report" grinned his brother, fangs discovered.
The corner of his mouth tilted in that certain way, creating a devilish smile that used to make
Jungkook go rampage. Last time Jae-won had ended up with a broken jaw but the fucker was still
not understanding what was his place in their hierarchy into that thick big skull. Jungkook simply
sucked the dirty air to his lungs, letting the smoke fill his attention. This whole bullshit of a
meeting was a landmine. They wanted a reaction, they were looking for something that would
indicate that Jimin was more than just a hole to him so they'd finally have something to attack
Jungkook with. "Enemies to lovers, huh?"

Lovers. That did sound hilarious. Liking him had always been painful. Jimin hated his ass, or at
least the omega convinced himself he did. Maybe the bunny was never going to accept he liked the
alpha after all the shit the predator kept doing. Despite knowing that, Jungkook just couldn't stop.

Because if Jungkook didn't keep him in place, that little fluffy creature would run away from him.

Not a chance.

"Your brother received this a few days ago," his father interjected, his fingers drumming on the
glass table. Jungkook could feel every pair of eyes on him like a sniper's laser, studying his body
language closely. "Min territory. You know we don't have a good relationship with them."

"Thanks to you, as always," Jae-won retorted, dropping the sheet of paper.

Jungkook took out another cigarette after pressing the other one against the surface of the cristal
table. "I'll be sure to apologize to Eunwoo's boyfriend. Do you want me to apologize publicly?
Should I suck his dick in front of reporters, too?"
A loud bang on the table stopped all movement in the room, Sung-ho's hand curling into a tight fist
against the cold surface. Jungkook had to resist a smile. Here we go again.

"We lost all our shares after betraying them, do you have any idea how much money it cost to get
our name back after losing all connections?" his trembling voice pushed anger through his veins
and Jungkook couldn't help but grin.

"I saved this family from a big crash, yet here you all are, sucking Eunwoo's dick" If this was the
supposed weekend plan he might as well had gone back to his initial schedule.

"No one is sucking shit here, you need to start being responsible for your fucking actions before-"

"Right." Jungkook cut in, a dark ringing in the room like a heavy, cloudy scent. "Let's start listing
all the shit this family has done and then-"

"Jungkook–"

"...and then, I'll do it."

"Eunwoo was planning to share the family brand with Yoongi," his father added, leaning to his
heir's side. The old alpha still held a copy of the scene between his fingers, eyes staring at
something in it that Jungkook already knew what it was. "But this mess is on you."
"Min could take you to court if he wanted to, do you really think that bastard is going to stay in his
lane?"

Jungkook hadn't even thought about it. He knew it. It had been a mistake, but at that moment his
priorities had become intermingled. Jimin's panicked face, his constant prayers for the dude to
stop... He didn't know at what part that night his mind had short-circuited to the point where he was
punching a bruised face non-stop.

"Parties with illegal drugs, reports of bullying, attitude against employees... we are predators, we
can do whatever we want" Hyuk muttered dragging the photo under Jungkook's palm. He exhaled a
sigh through his nose, sounding annoyed, "But this? Min won't just stay quiet."

"I'll deal with it" Jungkook heavily exhaled.

"Do it soon. You represent this family."

"At what point, though? As long as you carry Jeon you will also be held accountable. All the shitty
job done under your company has been scandal after scandal. Can't even hide the bitches you fuck
behind your marriage from the media."

"Jungkook, you killed a person."

"Two" Jae-won corrected.

"That piece of shit isn't dead" Jungkook said brushing them both off, the taste of his cigarette more
interesting than the shit that came out of the alpha's mouth.
"At least call him for his name. Have some respect–

"That bitch doesn't deserve my respect. None of you do." Jungkook finally spoke, but the calmness
he always trained himself into was getting shorter each second, to the point he needed to break,
smash something, fuck his anger out of his body. "Thought it was fair to do whatever we wanted.
What's wrong? Aren't these the rules you all jerked off to? Or was that only valid when I had to
take your punches, your humiliation and my pride shredded into pieces?"

Silence.

No one dared to talk about it, much less Jae-won's loud ass. Jungkook knew it. He had never been
the favorite in the family, no one had supported him in anything in his life. Yet the oldest had
always held them in his palm.

"If Eunwoo was here this wouldn't be happening" the edge of bitterness in Jae-won's tone filled
Jungkook's lungs with fire. He had to contain himself from snapping again. Arguing with his body
always got too bloody and then he was again the fucking psychopath of the family.

"If that piece of shit was here you wouldn't be staying with your whores on 5 starts hotels every
weekend, nor own all those yachts, nor be sitting on that chair that you don't even deserve"
Jungkook said, burning the cigarette in the smooth surface of the table. It wasn't even finished yet
but better that than his patience getting completely consumed. "The only thing letting you be here is
Father's decision to keep you all in the family's business, and thank God for that because I would be
kicking you even out of the country"

"Acting as if you were God... I could take the heir name from you if I wanted."
Huh.

This was why Jungkook couldn't be near them for too long. His neurotic anger wasn't a joke around
his own blood. They pissed him off because they were exactly like him. "Then what are you
waiting for? Aren't I just a brat? Go ahead, hit me like you used to," his vision blurred for a
microsecond, the thirst for fight running through his veins until he felt the black inside stain his
eyes. Sharp fangs clenched against his tongue, ready to plunge into his brother's jugular and drink
from his artery until he was a measly piece of paper. "I'd gladly send you with your beloved
brother."

The air in the room felt heavy, pressing so much on their shoulders that Jae-won gripped the edge
of the table as he seemed to resist the urge to pounce on his brother. But none of them had the guts.
The boy from the past and the current him were different. Jungkook used to actually give a shit
when there was a need to be wanted, appreciated, till it finally clicked he didn't need anyone's smile
or pat on the back. Once reaching the real goal, nothing else mattered. Stepping on their heads,
forcing predators to submit to him was much more fulfilling and fun.

Father had that unreadable look, always silent in these kinds of stupid conversations. But Jungkook
didn't care. He had so much hate built up against them all that he felt trapped, the walls shrinking
down to choke him. A dry chuckle escaped his lips. "Please, why are you all so serious? I just
followed the rules, isn't that part of our legacy?"

"Killing one of us wasn't part of it."

He still had to pay Eunwoo a visit.

*
 *

The wide meeting room was now empty. Only the subtle sound of the diffuser struck the lack of
sound. Jungkook was leaning against the glass wall, watching his brothers' cars drive by. One after
another. They had left with a frown, as always. Jungkook couldn't wait to piss on their dead bodies
in the middle of their funerals. Fucking leeches.

"We have no way of knowing what he's planning" Father broke the silence, still sitting at the very
end of the table. Jungkook glanced at him. He was still examining the photo.

"They seem to not know about it yet."

"We agreed to leave this in secret and I'm hoping you followed that rule too" Jungkook pinched the
bridge of his nose under the watchful gaze.

"Not even Taehyung" finally assured him.

"Good. I was expecting a fast process but it seems you are taking your time."
"I need more...time," he said turning to the skyline. The river could be appreciated from the last
floor. "I can't rush any more than this."

The old alpha straightened to his feet, adjusting the long black jacket over his shoulders. "Just be
prepared for the consequences."

─────── ·Ⅺ· ───────

"Well, that felt weird" Jimin jerked his head at the door at the sight of his roommate dropping his
shoes. Jin had just came from class, a pink bag hanging from his shoulders. It was Monday,
lunchtime specifically. Jimin hadn't even bothered to eat breakfast. His body and face throbbed
enough to get him passed out for hours on his bed. Luckily there was no trace of his face having
been slammed against the wall but half of his body was practically green. But not just green, ugly
green. Not even Jungkook's venom had the sad tone that Minrae's brutal beating had. Jimin now
could tell for sure that he hated that colour with all his soul.

"Did anyone say... something?" Jimin sat up the best he could. Jin tossed his stuff in the corner and
then collapsed on the couch across the room.

"Not really... but I got many looks. I was convinced for a moment that they would come at me too."

"Did Dae-Hyun go?" Yesterday the three of them had dinner together inside the dorm. Jimin's body
ached and although he could move perfectly, the nurses had told him not to do anything that
required lifting or extra effort for a few days until the still stinging pain in his muscles faded.
Ordering food through a delivery app had been the best option in the end, it was too cold outside
and Jimin was high on painkillers.

"Yes. Minrae too. The dude looked like he wasn't bitten by a wolf a day ago." Jin chewed on his lip,
as if there was another detail in the tip of his tongue. "Jungkook was acting weird though."

Jimin blinked, shifting in his spot as his attention sparked. What did he mean by that? "Weird...?"

"He was definitely looking for you. I met his eyes like... five times today? Worst experience of my
life. I swear I lose 5 years of my life span every time I make eye contact with him. Even a corpse
has more life in its eyes, goddamn."
Looking for... Jimin?

"So he didn't plan that?" His question sounded way too hopeful. Jimin needed some reality check
because that wasn't a normal reaction. Why couldn't he'd been a grumpy man like his father? A
little voice in his head kept telling him that Jungkook had nothing to do with it but Jimin had
already learned that anything could be expected from the alpha who had kidnapped him in a
random apartment and even left him stranded for a day in the middle of nowhere.

Jin threw him a surprised glance as if the blond had just asked the most obvious thing in the world.
"Jungkook wasn't even there Jimin."

"But still, Minrae and those guys are his friends."

"His only friend is Taehyung. Minrae was just throwing a tantrum because he's an attention whore.
Please, Jungkook doesn't even take him seriously and you think he'd send him to do shit?"

"Dae-Hyun suggested telling him..." Jimin let his head fall over the edge of the sofa but winced at
the bolt of pain that ran over his ribs. Fuck. Either he was taking another pill or crying himself on
the way to class. Jimin still had a laboratory seminar this afternoon and another tomorrow. At least
he was staying out Jungkook's radar for two weeks. Maybe all of this had a good side.

"Oh I definitely think so too."

"You also think I should fuck him. Listening to you is a set up" Jimin rolled his eyes even though
the omega couldn't fully see him from the other side with the high table placed between them.
Jin stretched out on the sofa, plopping down on its entire surface until he was completely on top of
it. "I'm just trying to get you a good revenge. Jungkook's a total piece of shit but I think we could
use him."

Jimin quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"The dude doesn't lift a single finger for any omega. All his victims get played with by the whole
team, bullied by anyone and mocked in group" Jin sounded so invested Jimin could imagine the
guy waving his hands around as he always did when explaining.

"And you say he didn't send Minrae to beat the shit out of me?" Jimin was on the verge of pulling
his hair out. Nothing made sense. Jin was literally proving his point.

His roommate snorted, adjusting on the sofa as he surrounded himself with pillows. "At this point
you should already know Jungkook's bullying tactics are much worse. Ripping your clothes is like
a kids' game for that son of a bitch" Jimin clenched his teeth in a grumble. Hell no. All this made
him look like a wronged mate as if Jungkook had responsibility over his feelings. "What I'm trying
to say is that you didn't get bullied by any of them till now and it's been a month."

"So what? They could be starting now and–"

"Minrae will clap back. Mark my words" Jin shot back. "And the next time he'll try to catch you
alone."
Jimin was dumbfounded. "Wow... that makes me feel so relieved. Thanks for making me feel
better."

"Oh, come on! Listen to me! You need to tell him and get Minrae beaten to a pulp."

"Something tells me this is more personal on your side."

Jin huffed. Unbelievable was probably crossing his mind. "The only chance you got to use
Jungkook's obsession to your advantage and you are too proud to do it. At this point if you die it's
natural selection."

"You actually expect me to go cry at him that Minrae hurt me..." Jimin could imagine the alpha
mocking his dumb ass for getting bullied by one of his whores or whatever the fuck was his
relationship with them.

"The same way you opened your legs for him, maybe? You definitely didn't have any issue with
that duh" Jin dodged the cushion thrown at his head. "Just hear me out. We are just going to use
Jungkook, simple as that. You need to be just as manipulative as that mad man."

Jimin straightened on the couch, ignoring the pain from the action, and stared at him long enough
to make Jin shift in his position. "You definitely bet money on this."

"I didn't," the omega coughed awkwardly.

"Where's this energy with Taehyung, huh?"

"I think with my ass, don't judge me."

"Jin." Something was fishy.

His roommate smacked his lips, eyes avoiding the bunny's. "Maybe."

"How much?"

"Well..." Jin scratched the back of his neck.

"How much, come on just tell me."

"A car."

His jaw hit the ground. Jimin actually gasped. And there he was thinking they were trying to help.
Such a Jin move. "I hope in your next life you reincarnate as a beggar."

"Hear me out!"
"No."

After an awful boring lunch –because Jin preferred to take a nap instead of feeding his body and
Jimin was too lazy to lift a finger– time passed. The hours felt rushed while watching TV and
staring at his phone. Jimin had tried to contact Hobi a few more times just like this morning but as
always, the conversation on the chat was one-sided. The police hadn't told him anything but Jimin
still held out hope that the beta at least was in the country. Even though he was the reasonable one
of the two, Hobi still had that unpredictable nerve on him.

"Don't you have to leave now?" Jin suddenly asked, his lazy ass still passed out on the couch. The
dude had been lying there ever since he came back, sleep taking over him as soon as their daily
stupid chat ended.

Jimin glanced at the time on his phone and couldn't resist a yawning sigh. "Yep" he mumbled,
getting up to go get his bag. "I don't want to go."

"See this is why I chose these courses on Wednesday, or just any day but Monday or Friday. A
Monday is already depressing enough to be working your ass off till dinner time."
"Wow, thanks for the encouragement" Jimin adjusted the fluffy bag where he kept his laptop,
notebook and calculator. He was spending the whole afternoon solving equations, and if he ended
up with a classmate even lazier than Jin, Jimin was definitely failing the lecture this time. He
already had a feeling that he wasn't going to pass anything being who he was if he didn't put in the
extra effort.

"Just leave already, you're late." Jin waved his hand in disinterest, shoving him out with a simple
gesture. Jimin had to resist throwing his shoe on the omega's face.

He slammed the door shut, satisfied to hear an insult from his roommate on the other inside. Jimin
put on his headphones and let the music cut through.

The labs were in another building, one quite far from the dorms. It was such a depressing hour to be
attending a class. Even the campus was empty, not a soul outside. Jimin was the only unfortunate
one walking on the wet ground covered in grass.

He wouldn't be back in class for another two weeks, which although it sounded like a soft
punishment, it was actually a hard blow. Missing one class was hard enough to make up. There was
so much reviewed content in a day that it was hard enough to keep up without the professor's
explanation, so this had only been intended to make him fail.

And boy, was Jimin going to fail.

No matter how much he paid attention in class, his grades kept mocking his academic file. Jimin
spent nights just studying and memorizing, going over the same sentences and texts already
tattooed in his brain. But nothing. In the public list of grades his name always appeared at the very
bottom.

The only exception were a few subjects where those teachers ignored his existence so he went
unnoticed and had a chance to excel. But despite that glimpse of hope, the first place had long since
ceased to be his. Jungkook opened all the results lists with the same grade. Ten out of ten.

Jimin had thought about the possibility that the alpha had paid or bribed for better grades, but being
the type of guy he was that seemed unlikely. "My marks bought with money? Me? Jeon Jungkook?
I don't need that" he shrank just from picturing that ridiculing tone with that godly complex he had.

Distractedly staring at his phone, Jimin slammed his face against the wall. He was inside, right at
the end of the hallway that led around the corner to the lab. Jimin thanked the universe that no one
had seen him or heard the high-pitched yelp coming out of his lips. He was embarrassing enough
already. The bunny scratched his forehead with the aim to soften the sudden pain from the hit. If
only his mother saw all the damage done to her precious son... the school family dinner would end
in tears.

The bruises on his body didn't bother Jimin that much. He had taken enough medicine to put an
elephant to sleep. That still didn't mean he'd be able to do much these days.

Jimin gently organized his things into the locker on his name and put on one of the lab coats hung
inside the cristal closet. His notebook rested against his chest as Jimin closed the metal door. The
inside of the building felt warmer from the heat pulsating through the heaters ingrained into the
high walls but the cold outside tightened every evening.

As he entered the space filled with glass and shelves of products and substances, Jimin stopped in
his tracks. His eyes snapped so open they hurt. No way. No fucking way. His jaw went slack as the
heat in the room felt hotter than before. Blinking, Jimin cocked his head in confusion...and fear.
Shit.

Jungkook sat in front of one of the desks. The white of his lab coat stretched over his broad
shoulders, the same as everyone else's yet still the brightest somehow if that did even make any
sense. Jimin was almost programmed to pick into his presence even if the room had thousands of
scents.

The instructor peeked out of her chair as she sensed his presence. "Park? You are ten minutes late"
she remarked with a profound scowl. At this point Jimin was convinced that there wasn't a single
young teacher, they all had the age of his great-grandparents. The omega stepped inside intending
to avoid the dark presence sitting in the room. All the seats were taken and the whole class was
staring at him. The infamous omega who got bullied the other day was most likely floating through
their minds. Jimin had to bite back the shame from the reminder as the instructor pointed at a list on
the wall. "Those are the groups. Go sit with your respective partner."

In the middle of the awkward silence, Jimin approached the screen, squinting his eyes as he
searched his name through the many around it on the list. The discovery of who was his partner
nearly sent his knees to the ground.

Park Jimin - Jeon Jungkook

"What!?" He smacked his mouth in shock, his voice having escaped his lips in a stunner. Jimin
gaped again and even zoomed on the list. His name and the devil's was still there, proving not to be
a mistake of his eyesight. His shoulders dropped in a depressing sigh. God just kept worsening his
luck.
"No no no no. Absolutely not" Jimin whispered to himself like a madman as he strolled to the
assigned spot, desk 13, precisely the only one with an empty seat. There was the fucker. His fresh
cologne hit Jimin and the omega drew in a deep breath to not choke the dude. The unnerving
picture of his figure was so sharp he stood out. Black hair-sleeked back, that neat vibe radiating
from the way-too-formal clothes that contrasted the setting surrounding him, and the expensive
watch around his wrist that left no doubt he was rich, filthy rich. The dude hadn't even glanced once
at him ever since the omega stepped inside but Jimin knew better.

It hadn't been a coincidence.

Jungkook fiddled with the pen in his hands, twirling it around as he stared at the screen of his
laptop. Jimin hated how calm he looked all the time as if the fucker hadn't planned all this shit.
"Why the fuck are you here?"

"I changed groups." the response came in like a bullet. Straightforward, just like its owner.

"Why!?" Jimin shouted in a whisper, gripping the notebook in his hands.

"Because I can. It fits better my schedule." His answers were so monotonous, so fucking lifeless
they made Jimin's blood boil.

Jimin dropped his things on the table, huffing out the need to pour the crystal bottle filled with acid
on the snake hybrid. How did he manage to put them together? "I'm changing groups."

"You need someone to exchange groups with," stated Jungkook as he typed something into his
laptop. His fingers paused, eyes now resting on Jimin like a lantern in the middle of the darkness. I
dare you to move an inch seemed to say his dim gaze. "And I don't think you have that many
friends."

"Thanks to you" mumbled Jimin under his breath, still glaring at the alpha sitting all comfortable
over the stool. The lab coat stretched way too fucking well on the bulge of his arms, the white
material tensing enough to give out how big they were when flexed. The size of Jimin's head was
the most spot-on guess.

"Are you trying to delay even more the lecture, Park?" Called out the instructor from the other side,
her arms still crossed. Everyone was sat already, waiting at their respective desks. Jimin looked like
a sore thumb standing there.

Surrendering to not make a scene, the omega let his shoulders fall in defeat. "Don't even think
about touching me" muttered Jimin cautiously, approaching his seat.

Jungkook seemed to suppress a reaction escaping his stone face at the sight of the bunny grabbing
the chair and putting it as far away from his as possible, even though their knees still brushed at
that distance.

The lecture finally started with a few preliminary explanations from the specialist. She pointed out
the steps and began handing out a script to each group of two to do the project. Jimin was relieved
that he wasn't excluded from attending this, because apparently not getting a good enough grade
nullified everything in the subject and the last thing he needed was getting a call from his father
about his shitty grades. The omega pressed his lip between his teeth, a hint of anxiousness tripling
as he managed to catch a glance from the sheet on another group's table that an entire report of
calculations and essays had to be handed to the instructor at the end of the course. Jimin had never
worried about anything like this before in his life, yet the recent experiences proved his level at
university was absolute trash.
"I'm expecting good behaviour today, Park," the woman warned as she placed the paper on the
table, her grimace not very friendly. Jimin nodded with a tight smile, resisting punching the old
bitch. Behaviour? He'd never broken a glass in his life and now he was being treated like a punk!?

Jimin tried to read the document, but Jungkook was already holding it between his fingers free
from any rings. The need to fight got Jimin snatching it from the alpha's hand. "Let me read."

For some strange reason, he received no comment and instead, Jungkook went back to his laptop.
People started chatting, discussing what they would do and how. Some were already heading for
the lab stalls where the substances needed were located.

Jimin rose to his feet abruptly, adjusting his white coat. The sleeves were a little big on him to the
point where they slipped down to the junction of his fingers, something the alpha glanced at from
the start, making Jimin aware. "I will calculate the amount–"

"Sit down," Jungkook cut him off, eyes still on the screen. "I'll do it."

Jimin groaned, arms folded. "What part of group of two do you not understand? I'm as capable as
you to do this stupid project" Jimin didn't even stay to hear what the alpha would clap back with –if
he was even going to say anything– and headed to where the rest were going.

Not even a step on his way and his body was being dragged back to his seat. "I said sit the fuck
down. Stop getting in the way."

Jungkook slumped him on the stool, towering above the omega like a human cage. Jimin flared his
nostrils, ready to clap back like a bull seeing red. "Fuck of-"
"Is there any problem?" The instructor cut in. Jimin just now noticed that the sack of bones was in
front of them, staring only at the omega. He hadn't even done anything, for fuck's sake.

Jungkook didn't take his gaze off him. "No."

The woman left after an unconvinced nod, her wrinkled eyes on Jimin like a hawk. The alpha sat
back down, proceeding to resume what he was doing. Jimin just sat there, wanting to shove the
Erlenmeyer up Jungkook's ass.

An hour and a half went on, and him and Jungkook were still in complete silence. Apparently, the
alpha became even more antisocial when he was working on something. Total focus and an aura of
unfriendliness. Even more hostile. A good amount of times random classmates came to the table to
ask for his help and, to Jimin's surprise, the alpha helped them. It wasn't a kind type of help though,
Jungkook always had this bubble that separated him from them, making sure he was never
too involved. There was this especially annoying omega that had come a few times already, asking
the dumbest shit ever while giving those dirty glances at Jimin whenever he came, pretty face with
a flirtatious smile that almost tried to push out Jimin's existence in the room or at least out of
Jungkook's radar.

Hands on shoulder, subtle approaches and even way too loud giggles –as if Jungkook was the
funniest dick in the room– summed up the omegas' ignored attempts. Jimin didn't mind. He did not.
At all.

"Thank you. You are so sweet," the boy purred, his hand still resting on the desk, so close to
Jungkook's arm that he could brush against him. The alpha didn't say much, not even giving him
the apparent privilege of his attention. Jimin continued to just watch, legs crossed, bored. His back
ached from being in the same position so much. He also couldn't wander around like others did,
mainly because Jimin didn't have a single friend but also because getting close to any alpha would
get Jungkook giving someone a black eye. They didn't even see him in a good light, Saturday's
fight still fresh. If Jungkook knew about it, the dude showed no sign. He didn't ask why Jimin didn't
go to the morning lecture even yet and Jimin didn't understand why he was expecting him to do
that.

The omega left after giving Jimin that filthy look the bunny had grown used to. Jungkook went
back to typing, his fingers moving non-stop. Jimin just goggled at him silently, distracted by how
diligent he was. The dude was already halfway done with their work, the theoretical part finished.
All the long calculations that seemed so difficult had been done in a blink.

His side profile had been nailed to Jimin's pupils. As much as he disliked –not as much as he
needed to– the dude, he was too attractive. In every aspect, except that shitty rotten personality. His
black eyebrows didn't hide the prominence of the abundance of his dark eyelashes, which
surrounded those bottomless eyes. The bridge of his nose looked like it had been sculpted by an
artist in love with his work, so in harmony with his face that it made anyone feel hot envy. Jimin
descended to the soft pink of his lips and as he did that it felt like a trap. Every kiss in his memories
became vivid, so much so that he could still feel every bite and every lick from the alpha. It only
took a glance at them to remember how those lips felt beneath his.

"Stop pouting." Jimin flickered back to reality, softly straightening his back to seem less distracted.
He relaxed his lips, just noticing that indeed, he had had them pursed forward. Jungkook handed
him the watch glass. "Bring the amount it says on the script."

"Stop giving me orders," grumbled Jimin snatching the small plate from his hands.

"Didn't you want to be useful? Go."

Would they take him to jail if he smashed the glass over the fucker's head? Jimin rolled his eyes,
not even energetic enough to keep arguing with the stubborn alpha.
There was a long line to collect the few grams of the substance so both open jars were occupied at
the end of the row. Jimin waited for a long time and just as the line seemed to be moving forward, a
few alphas started to push him back, sneak in and even shove him out of the way.

What was supposed to take 5 minutes to do ended up being half an hour because every classmate
tossed him out the row as if Jimin was the plastic decoration plant. The hostility felt heavy in the
air.

The omega who had asked Jungkook for help an hour ago came up behind him, giggling over
something with another omega and if Jimin was already unhappy over his situation before, the
sound of their exchange made him depressed. He had Jin, Hobi and even had Dae-Hyun but it was
so different from high school. Jimin had been popular at that time. It wasn't that Jimin missed being
the centre of attention but he used to at least chat with all his classmates, joke around with them
and even invited some to his house. Now? Jimin was an outcast, and clearly a pathetic one since the
pool day.

A piercing jolt shook his body making the glass in his hands dive to the ground in a sharp clank,
and although it hadn't shattered into a thousand pieces, the sound unnerved Jimin. "Oh... sorry, I
didn't see you" apologized the omega who had now stepped in front of him.

His body shook with pain, the sting of the recent beating kicking in his nerves again as if the
analgesics had disappeared from his veins. Jimin tried to gulp down the anger seizing in his throat
but as he picked up the glass, almost on the verge of breaking the boy's teeth with it, it seemed to
unleash. "You fucking saw me, bitch."

"What did you just call me?" The young omega looked dumbfounded, shocked that a prey spoke
back yet thirsty for his reaction. The other girl shifted to him as if they had been waiting for any
comment from him.
"You heard me, dumb fuck" Jimin finally snapped and paced forward, invading the other boy's
space. "Can't even solve a simple equation without asking for help."

Jimin most did not expect the other omega to shove him hard enough to shake his senses. Taken by
surprise, Jimin tilted backwards until he collided with the body behind him. The hardness against
his back felt familiar within seconds.

"It's been 30 minutes" Jungkook's voice popped out of nowhere. Jimin repositioned himself with
the glass caught in his hands. Jungkook's hands rested on his shoulders, with a heaviness that could
be felt pouring from the alpha himself. Jimin cleared his throat as he felt his cheeks getting heated
from the stares he was getting from the two omegas in front of them.

"The line is too long" he muttered but at the sight of the other boy grinning, Jimin couldn't help
snitching. "He pushed me."

"Huh." Jungkook's voice rang lower as the fingers on Jimin's shoulders squeezed even harder. "Is
that it?"

Pretty boy's smile faded in seconds as he rolled his eyes at Jimin. "A prey like him calling me bitch,
even dumb fuck–"

"Yes, because you push–

"Isn't that what you are?" Jungkook cut in, the timbre in his voice like a whip. Even though the
dude sounded bored, there was a clear hint of anger in his tone. Jimin felt the brush of his hard
chest pressed against his back, rough hands holding the omega in place. "Leave."
"Jungkook, he's–"

"Leave."

With a clenched fist and hostile grunt, both omegas walked out the row. Jungkook brazenly pushed
another girl in front of them out of the way, knocking her to the ground. Jimin was speechless. The
mounds of students who had snuck in front of Jimin earlier moved away all awkwardly as soon as
they felt Jungkook's presence. The huge line disappeared, dissolving as soon as the alpha stepped
behind them. Jungkook walked up to the desk, every classmate getting out of his way in a rush as if
they were getting shot as soon as they made eye contact with the alpha.

"Move." The boy who was still scooping some of the substance dropped the spoon and picked up
his things, strolling away with a bowed head as if a gun had just got pointed on his temple. After
whatever that had been Jimin finally glanced up at Jungkook, the watch glass in his hands still
empty.

The snake hybrid stood like a fucking tower next to him, staring back, one dark eyebrow arched.
"Put the gloves on." On his outstretched hand rested a pair of blue latex gloves. "I picked the
smallest size for your tiny hands" Jimin snatched them, putting the blue latexes on his hand like a
second skin. It weirded him out that they fitted so well, not too tight nor too loose. Of course, his
stalker guessed right. The two of them stood in front of the bottle filled with a high pH solid
substance. "Do I have to do it for you?"

There it was, that mocking tone. Jimin rolled his eyes, pushing the alpha out his way. "Just stop
following me around, don't you have things to do?"

Jungkook shamelessly caged him against the counter, the heat from his chest like a phantom on the
omega's back. Jimin flinched from the sudden closeness as he tried to resist running away when the
cold breath caressed his ear. They were in a crowded classroom, had he gone nuts!? "Can't help it.
My little bunny gets in trouble as soon as I take my eyes off him."

The spoon slipped from his fingers. Jimin covered his ear in a slap, his face pulsing from the heat
on his face. The product fell back into the pot. "Oh my fucking God you are so cringy!"

My little bunny?

Little bunny!?

His face flamed, pulsating with mortification and something unknown. Jimin had to look down to
hide the redness expanding even to his ears. Satisfied with his reaction, Jungkook unglued his
hands from the table, pulling them back into the pockets of his coat. "I'll give you one more
minute."

Relief flooded Jimin's gut as soon as he saw the alpha leaving. His face still felt hot.

With the respective amounts of each substance on the counter, Jimin still ended up being a
spectator. Even the chair had been more useful than him. It wasn't only because Jungkook pushed
him out but because he kept getting... distracted. There was something about the way the alpha did
everything with such perfectionism and diligence that made every bit of Jimin's attention get
sucked into that void called Jungkook. Jimin could get why people leaned on the alpha so much. He
gave that feeling of security, that everything that went through his hands would be perfect.

Trying to regain his focus as the alpha measured the amount of liquid in the pipette, Jimin
rearranged the documents with the analyses. His hand brushed Jungkook's and he suddenly pulled
away.
"You are too close" Jimin whispered annoyed by his own reaction. Jungkook didn't even react. The
dude could at least crack a fucking smile, Jimin thought. His lips didn't curve even on impulse.
Like a robot. "Since when are you friends with Kai?"

The question seemed so random, even Jimin didn't know why it came out of his lips.

"I've known him for years" was the response. But that didn't give much. He had never seen the two
of them interact, till now. Seeing them suddenly in the same space felt weird and alarming because
as much as Jimin was sitting here chatting with the devil like nothing still Jungkook didn't have a
single kind cell in his body. Either Kai was getting his head chopped soon or he was getting bullied
next.

"I'll stick to him no matter what" stated Jimin, committed. His promises meant shit at this point and
the alpha didn't take a single thing out his mouth from him seriously. Jungkook sank his eyebrows
slightly.

"I don't care" he finally said, after a bitter pause. Something was cooking inside that mind and
Jimin prayed Kai wasn't part of it. Why would he do anything to Kai, out of all people? Even Dae-
Hyun seemed like a more understandable option but Jungkook had never targeted him which only
meant Wolfie wasn't a threat to him.

"If you don't care why did you go through my phone just to make me look bad?"

The answer wouldn't detract from his actions and coming from the snake hybrid Jimin wasn't
expecting an apology. Jungkook pressed a few buttons on the calculator and wrote down what the
device showed him. "Because I felt like it."
"The fuck is wrong with you–"

He slammed the notebook shut, cutting Jimin's voice off sharply. "At this point you should know
that. I don't need a reason. If I feel like it, I'll do it." Just from the tone one could tell that this was a
game to him. "And if I want to destroy every relationship you have, I will." A predator and an
alpha. What other explanation could come out of him? "Focus on finding a way to break the
imprint" The comment came out of nowhere and Jimin froze with the documents against his chest.
What?

"You sound too happy over it."

"Why would I be sad? There's plenty of omegas chained to me" he said. "Good luck on that."

"Nah, that's what you will need. Because as soon as I break the imprint I'll put an end to this
bullshit" he said determined as he took the pipette from the alpha's hands.

"A lowlife prey would be hungry for being imprinted by me" said Jungkook now giving the omega
his full attention. "Yet here you are, trying to look different" his gaze lowered to the pipette in
Jimin's hands. "People would kill for my attention."

"It's not my fault that you got some serious god complex."
"Oh I definitely do," Would an alpha be less affected by this dude?, Jimin wondered as heat
prickled down his chest from the sight of Jungkook's sudden wicked smile. That confidence was so
annoying yet one couldn't just brush off the charm in it. Despite how all that high-class vibe was
mad irritating, the predator did fit into that vibe. It was as if he actually had all the list of things
needed to be a jerk with a superiority complex. Debunking his arrogance seemed like a hard task.
Jungkook dragged him from the hem of the lab coat, his fingers gripping the white cloth, and with
just a little soft tuck, Jimin was glued back to his chair. "I told you I'll do it, stop going against
everything I say."

He snatched the pipette out of the blond's hands. Jimin was soon back on the stool with nothing to
do. "Do you even know how to work in a team?"

Jungkook mixed the liquid from the cup into the other container with the pipette. The sight of him
completely focused on the task felt like seeing another facet of his rotten persona. "I do."

Jimin didn't have a glove kink but he did stare a few times at the way the plastic wrapped on those
fingers, making even more obvious how long they were. He cleared his throat, subtly trying to
focus on their rare exchange of words "Working on a team is letting others do the job and getting
ordered around, too" Jimin said. Jungkook as the errand boy was hard to imagine.

The alpha widened his mouth in a short smile, the piercing moving with the tug of his lower lip. "I
don't receive orders, I give them."

"Are all heirs this cocky or is it just you?" Jimin leaned closer. "You surely got special treatment
since the day you were born, because there's no fucking way you got that arrogance out of
nowhere."

Eyes never leaving the task. Jungkook licked his lips as a dark thin strand escaped his perfect
combed-back hairstyle. If Jimin had wanted to tuck it behind his ear that was a secret. "I did."
That greedy tone was so so annoying.

Jimin was once again engrossed in the efficiency of the alpha's work. Jungkook definitely hated
letting others do the job which sounded familiar. His own father had that stubborn mentality, even
when driving. "Let me guess" he commented as he played with one of Jungkook's pens. "You don't
let anyone drive either."

"I don't. Especially with omegas."

"I've seen omegas that drive better than you" Jimin retorted looking for a reaction on that perfect
face. "And alphas. Many."

Jungkook cracked a smile. It was ridiculous how he looked even more mean with one. A devilish
grin that only made that stupid face even more attractive –was that even possible? "Okay."

That was it?

"Actually, I've seen alphas with bigger dicks too" randomly babbled Jimin, playing with his own
hair, the strands laying on his face getting wavy from all the finger-curling. He was the only student
in the laboratory doing nothing.
"Is that why you took mine so well?" Jungkook shot back once again, still focused on typing.
Embarrassed, Jimin hit him under the table, making the alpha cease any movement with a heavy
sigh. "Are you trying to dig your own grave today?"

"As if you could" Jimin murmured stretching out on the desk like a sleepy cat, his muscles
loosening while others vibrated from a pain that was starting to awake. "Never speak about that
night again."

"Why wouldn't I? You were so cute." His tone somehow felt less tight and that made the omega
watch him even more weirded out. Jimin was convinced there had never been a single person he
had stared at this much. It wasn't even normal how his eyes kept getting trapped on his tall figure.
Jungkook suddenly slightly bent his lips, as if he had just cracked a joke in his thoughts.

Oh... right. That.

"And forget about that too" demanded Jimin, feeling hot from the embarrassment of the memory.
He tried not to remember it more than once a day.

"Forget what?"

"You know what I mean."

"Speak loud and clear. That dumb cryptic omega talk doesn't work on me."

"There's no way you don't remember that I peed... myself," he whispered, reddening in shame.
Something strange broke through the ice on the alpha's face, who paused everything to cast a look
at the omega. A mix of surprise and curiosity crossed the bottomless black of his eyes. Jimin didn't
even know how he had picked on the reaction, Jungkook hadn't moved a single muscle in his face.
"You peed yourself..." he whispered, repeating the omega's words as if he hadn't been there at that
time.

"Anyways, forget it. If anyone else knows about that I'll chop off your dick" Jimin threatened with
a finger pointed over the alpha's face.

"Dicks" Jungkook corrected, yet he still had that surprised glint on his eyes while he studied Jimin's
face cautiously. "Should I refresh your memory?"

"Nope." Just remembering those... things made Jimin's skin itch. It was a contradicting feeling of
fear from being torn apart and tingly hotness that made his insides melt to honey. Maybe his body
just did not have that danger instinct because there was no way Jimin would not end up in a coma
after being impaled on two cocks the size of his arm. "I've got enough trauma going on thanks to
you. You even kidnapped me" he randomly accused the alpha, trying to change the subject.

Jungkook still seemed to study him with that look in his eyes. "Did I? I remember saving you from
that cold forest."

"Oh right, you mean where you left me?"

"After saving you from getting raped? Yes, I mean that one" he shot back sounding all proud, even
though his face remained emotionless. Jimin couldn't even imagine the dude crying or laughing, his
range of expressions was minimal.
"How's that any better from getting dropped on a highway and then kidnapped in a random
apartment?" Unbelievable.

"I'm the one who did it. Of course it's better." Jungkook went back to his laptop as he spoke,
checking on the reaction happening in the crystal container meanwhile. Multitasking seemed to be
another of his talents. Jimin prayed to find an imperfection in the alpha because he would milk the
shit out of it. "Maybe if you had shut that fat mouth of yours I would've taken you home from the
start."

His annoying impulses got Jimin ready to fight back "Like I said, I rather get raped by that dude." It
had become clear that Jungkook wasn't amused by such comments, his murderous aura thickening
at any comment related to Jimin and another alpha. Why Jimin felt so pulled by that was a mystery
but it was a dizzy warm feeling that pushed him to edge the snake alpha even more, tease his
possessiveness of him till that anger bit Jimin in the ass.

"Go fuck his corpse if you are that hungry for dick, I won't stop you. The only living thing that will
be inside you is me anyway" Jungkook whispered. His gloved fingers seemed to twitch to touch
Jimin and the omega had to remind himself he despised this dude before allowing that to happen.
Bullshit.

"I wouldn't be so sure" He knew it. He had killed the guy just for touching Jimin. Jungkook's
tendencies were starting to be less foreign to him. Just like the way he knew how this evening
would end. After this lecture, Jungkook would drag him somewhere and kiss the shit out of Jimin
till he couldn't breathe anymore. And after that... Jungkook would be gone. "I would fuck any alpha
just to piss you off."

"Do it" Jungkook exhilarated. "See what happens."

A soft shift in his seat got the omega biting a hiss. "Did you..." Jimin attempted to say, but his voice
trailed off as he looked away, ignoring the sudden pang of doubt. His fading words seemed to get
him Jungkook's full attention but his throat felt hoarse at the reminder of who he was talking to.

Fuck. What was Jin thinking? Jungkook would only mock him for this, make it even worse. He'd
even pat that bastard's back for playing with his toy. What was he even expecting?

"I can't fucking hear you. Finish your words" The chair he was sitting on moved, dragged with a
simple pull. Jungkook was yanking the omega towards him till their thighs were so close Jimin felt
the heat of the alpha's muscles against his.

The gesture made blood crawl up to his cheeks. Jimin lowered his gaze, suddenly feeling too
exposed, too close, too shy. Black eyes stared at him intensely, examining him, every reaction,
every breath. The scent of Jungkook's cologne tickled his nose and it bothered him even more that
he preferred his perfume-like natural scent.

"Nothing," he said after the long pause. Jungkook's fingers flinched for a second almost like he had
cancelled an action even before executing it.

"Do I have to push it out of you? Speak," he said, this time annoyance heavy on the timbre of his
voice. Jimin glanced up again, his throat drying at the sight. Jungkook seemed suddenly over the
edge. Thick veins travelled through his olive skin and Jimin knew those thick arms of him, under
his plain clothes, were tightened.

"Nothing, I said" Jimin retorted, this time more determined. No. He wasn't going to set himself up.
Jimin would deal with that alpha by himself. The dude wasn't just anyone. The omegas from before
and that alpha weren't on the same level. He was Jungkook's bitch and even if they slept together,
he was still close enough to the snake hybrid to be allowed in his friend's circle.
What if this was a set up?

Why would a prey's opinion matter more to Jungkook over another predator?

He pushed his chair back away from the heat emanating from Jungkook's body. Jimin had to think
straight, get away from that dizzy smell and the presence clouding his senses.

"Forget it."

The rest of the lecture ended slower than Jimin'd have liked. Jungkook didn't speak to him again,
too focused on finishing the project by himself. Meanwhile Jimin only sat there, bored.

The alpha clearly didn't like him doing anything. Not even washing the lab instruments. It was as if
Jungkook wanted him sitting all day lazing around, playing with his hair, stretching like a kitten on
the table and even sometimes playing some shitty online game on Jungkook's laptop. Surprisingly
enough Jungkook didn't stop him. Even the alpha's laptop was like its owner. Not a single game on
sight, not even a program that wasn't one of the already put in the device.

"Perfect."

The instructor revised the printed document with satisfied gleaming regard, mouth ajar as she
scanned the sheets. The grades were public and almost everyone who had finished did not reach
more than 8. The perfect writing style, the images in accordance with the process... all of that was
collected in the stack of sheets. Jimin hadn't done anything. And the worst thing was that he didn't
mind it at all. It wasn't like he was in his best shape anyways.

"Well" she finally said. Jungkook and Jimin stood in front of her, waiting for the result to finally be
able to leave. "Ten, as always."

Jungkook left without further ado, unimpressed. Jimin hated to admit it but he was happy. A ten on
his grade had gotten rare and the worst thing was that he hadn't lifted a finger.

The alpha took off his coat as soon as he walked through the door, the sound of his dark shoes
suddenly loud enough to echo through the corridor. Jimin appreciated from behind the navy blue
matching with his plain black pants. A white shirt peeked through the collar of the polo he wore,
contrasting with his olive skin.

Jimin removed the white cloth and hung it on the coat rack back to the cristal closet. The black
shoes peeked from behind the locker room. The omega would've lied saying he hadn't seen this
coming. "The class is over."

"Not even a thank you?" Jungkook's hands rested inside the pockets of his pants, leaning against
the hallway wall as if he was waiting for the perfect moment to put his foot down and make Jimin
trip to the ground. "That's your very first 10 this year."

The dude even had a track of his grades.

"I could have got that mark by myself if you weren't so arrogant. There's nothing to thank."

Jimin collected his bag and put his things inside, glancing at the big digital clock on the wall. He
still had to clean up the messy kitchen and put his clothes to wash, yet the only thing his body was
begging for was a good long nap. And never waking up.

The students left as the corridor got flooded with goodbyes, all aimed at Jungkook as they crossed
him, some friendly and others more serious as if they feared him. To his surprise, the annoying
omega from before still glanced at Jungkook with a shy goodbye as if the alpha hadn't embarrassed
him hours ago. Either people here had a humiliation kink or Jimin took everything too seriously. He
was also a hypocrite though. A normal person wouldn't have been chatting with Jungkook after all
the crimes the fucker committed against his human rights.

The classroom practically emptied as time went on and soon the hallway returned to that frivolous
silence. Jimin still didn't dare to cross it. Jungkook was waiting in the same spot. "Not leaving?"

"I will, once you leave."

Jungkook licked his lips, and it looked like he swallowed the urge to break into a smile. "You knew
this would happen."

"No the fuck I did not." Jimin did and that had made him anxious ever since the hours kept closing
to the end of the course.

Warm breath thickened in his mouth as he watched Jungkook step in his direction, calm and
confident that the omega wouldn't leave. Jimin thought about what would happen if he ran. He had
enough space and even time to turn the corner and escape the situation. It wasn't like Jungkook was
seeing him anymore this week. He wasn't attending the pool sessions anymore nor the morning
lectures for 13 days. Jungkook only had that stupid imprint on him that allowed the alpha to
localize Jimin anywhere, to manipulate his feelings and to make him subm–

Jungkook's lips stood a second away from his as the omega was now caged against his arms. Jimin
should've run yet here he was. He clearly didn't love himself enough because any normal person
would have run by now. Got away from this magnetic pull that was never good for him. And
despite that, his legs were glued there, like Jimin ought this to happen. A kiss. He just needed a kiss
–He didn't.

"You look too happy..." Jungkook whispered against his skin, his nose gently pressed on Jimin's
cheek as Jungkook inhaled his scent, letting his own wrap the bunny in his hands. Fuck. He smelled
so good, too good for Jimin's liking. "...For someone who dislikes me that much."

"Once I break the imprint..." Jimin tried to say but the burning trail on his neck spun every brain
cell left in him to the point where he became too fucking dumb. The tip of Jungkook's nose now
brushed against his Adam's apple, caressing every nerve ending on its way.

"The imprint..." Jungkook lowered his hands to his waist and in a soft slide, they were already
holding his ass cheeks, grabbing the fat and round softness of Jimin's flesh. "Poor thing. You really
think breaking that link will free you from me." Jimin had no idea if there was anyone still left in
the class behind them. It was late. In fact, the lights outside were on and the hallway was dark
enough to know everyone had to be at their respective dorms. And if there were any cameras
around Jimin only prayed this wasn't seen by the principal because the shameless gasps coming out
of his mouth belied his innocence.

The alpha licked the softness of his lips as if the fleshiness in them was the most delicious delicacy
on earth. The impossible closeness between them allowed Jimin to appreciate his eyelashes, his
moles, his pink lips and the piercings on that perfect face. The thin strand that escaped from the
pitch black hair was now hanging with two others. And it took everything in Jimin to not give in
this time finally and touch it, grind it between his fingers as he let Jungkook devour him against the
wall.
"It will. I know it w-will" panted the blond. Get a grip Jimin. Don't fall for this again.

"You can't get rid of me. You will never get rid of me" Jungkook muttered clenching the fat lip
between his teeth. Jimin couldn't pull away but the need for that mouth on his now made him
impatient to get Jungkook off him. He was so regretting all of this soon. "Even less in the future."

Jimin swallowed his desire and tried to remove himself from his clasp. "Get off me- fuck."

The little space he had managed to increase between them didn't last long. Jimin was yanked back
by his hair, his body collapsing against the alpha's hard chest. The grip on his waist became harder
till he couldn't move a single millimetre away from the alpha. "How can I? You look too fucking
tempting" Jungkook crushed their mouths and Jimin tried this time -for once- not to give in. Resist
letting his mind wander to how good it felt every time their lips touched. "Walking around like
there's not a single problem in your life. As if you weren't my prey. With those pouty lips..."
Jungkook's groan vibrated with rage, dense jealousy and that possessiveness that made his scent
turn sour. "I'll rip them off your face so no one gets to look at them except me" The alpha dragged
his hair even more to force the pillowy mouth open but Jimin refused. The throbbing sting had
started to worsen and he couldn't focus. Jungkook's fingers were so deep into his flesh that the pain
had awakened.

"Agh" the little sound escaped his lips like a hiss and though Jimin swallowed his voice, still
resisting, Jungkook had frozen. The alpha stared at him for a few seconds and dug his fingers into
the soft flesh of his waist again. Jimin tried to maintain his facade but his muscles betrayed him and
he flinched. "Stop-"

Jungkook grabbed the edge of his jumper and pulled it up so high the brute gesture almost lifted
Jimin off the ground. The blond gagged as his naked chest got exposed in the middle of the
hallway.
A heavy breath was heard from behind the fabric pulled up over his face. Jimin tried to pull his
clothes down but Jungkook's hand had a large fistful of the fabric raised up in the air, fist growing
tighter each second. "What is this."

Ugly bruises painted his chest and his stomach. His whole torso looked like a mix of rotten colours
that corrupted the soft skin. Yellow, green, purple. It was painful to see.

Jimin tugged at the cloth until he managed to break away from the grip. The sound of the material
tearing shattered the sudden silence and he found himself in a torn jumper and the alpha with a
piece of it still caged in his fist. "It's none of your business.

But Jungkook didn't look like he heard him. A vein on his forehead seemed about to burst. He took
a step towards Jimin. The sound of his heels felt monotonous. "Who did this to you?" There it
was... that unnerving tone in his voice. Jimin wasn't planning on telling him but now... now he felt
cornered with no chance of escaping. He shifted in his spot as the answer seized in his throat. Fuck.
Don't look at me like that. Jungkook looked viscerally angry. Not even the night at the club
compared to the sudden hellfire going through those eyes. The muscles of his jaw flexed in a tense
lock like he was ready to feast on his victim. "Answer the fucking question."

"Minrae" slipped from Jimin's lips, feeling the knot inside him untwist as he finally let out the
pressure of the situation. The alpha grinning with his friends, kicking Jimin with that murderous
glint in his eyes... If Jungkook's reaction meant anything, Minrae was doomed. Fuck him. "He
ripped my clothes... beat me in the locker room with a group of alphas" Jimin clung to the wall,
nervous. A bitter tingle ran through his skin, coming from a wave that was born from the alpha in
front of him. "...humiliated me in front of everyone while I was naked on the floor."

Jungkook's nostrils flared as he released the wrinkled piece of cloth in his fist. He took another step
to Jimin. Another.

And another.
Jungkook obliterated his personal space, pressing his body against the bunny till the omega was in
his hands again, mouth attached to the alpha's. Caught off guard, Jimin couldn't even prevent the
entry of Jungkook's tongue. The taste of freshness tingled his senses as he felt his knees buckling.

Jimin felt the cold saliva caress the inside of his mouth and panicked. Venom. "Swallow" Jungkook
snarled against his lips as he shoved two fingers into the omega's mouth. "Don't make me push it
down that tight throat" Jungkook pressed his neck. "Because I will."

Jimin pushed the cold sensation inward, feeling it go down inside him like dense liquid. His tongue
trembled under the wet fingers invading the cavity. Jungkook dragged them out and shamelessly
licked the wetness off them as Jimin pretended the image didn't make his breath hitch. "H-Happy?
Let me go."

"Nah" Jungkook rasped, still studying his reaction. "I'm still not done with you." He pounced on the
omega like a starved animal. The hungry kiss wrapped Jimin in a turmoil of hotness as a strangled
whiney noise echoed through the corridor.

Reality hit him as soon as he noticed how loud he was being. Jimin had to collect himself before
arching his back or even worse.

"No no no... I'm leaving" breathed Jimin out in a failed try to snatch his own body from the hard
grip but Jungkook even had a handful of his hair in a fist, pushing the omega to his own face to the
point their kiss simply wouldn't break. Jimin ploughed his hands against the breathing wall the
alpha had for a chest. Every kiss with the alpha felt like having his soul sucked out of his body,
leaving him weak. "I can't do this."

"He's never touching you again" sucked Jungkook in a hoarse breath. Jimin glanced at those dark
lashes lifted enough for the intense black eyes to lock onto his, now so close to them Jimin could
 confirm the light never hit them as if they were just two deep holes carved in that symmetrical face.
The omega couldn't even tell if those pupils dilated at the sight of him nor guess if he was as weak
as Jimin when they touched. Did Jungkook get this weak around him too? This needy? "But my
patience is running low."

"Low... for what?" The inquiry seemed to wake Jungkook up from the lust trance clouding his
scent, releasing Jimin's body from his hold. Jimin shuddered at the sudden reaction, blinking in
shaky breaths as his lips still tingled. He could feel the way his body unravelled like a crumbling
tower. As if a tight knot had paralyzed him as soon as the alpha had put his hands on him. Jimin
filled his lungs with a deep breath. The two looked at each other for a few seconds and for a
moment Jimin thought that he would be ignored again but Jungkook appeared way too over the
edge as if he was holding himself from biting Jimin's flesh. It was such a weird sight. Anger
surrounded him but it felt like an internal rage that Jimin hoped would unleash on Minrae.

Jungkook's voice finally vibrated through the dark hallway, thickened with frustration. "Nothing."

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Chapter Summary

"He is" his father murmured from above, his voice vibrating over Jimin's head. His eyes fell
on his son and the omega stared back. Jimin received a smile.

Sour feelings came back every time he saw those lips curving.

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The university coffee tasted like hot garbage. Even a monkey's shit promised a better experience
than the rotten liquid coming from the coffee machine. "For a luxurious university, this is trash."

Hyungsik darted at him in disdain as they both strolled down the stairs. "Why do you keep drinking
that? Just tell some omega to bring you coffee from the city. They spend all that alpha money there
every day."

Almost all students were seated. Most of them chatted but still made sure to greet Jungkook as he
crossed them like they were getting paid for it.

The alpha disgustedly savoured his second and last sip from the disposable cup. There went his first
meal of the day, nothing, which didn't help with the wrath that he had managed to squeeze down to
a bad mood. "Good idea." Jungkook tossed it in the first bin on their way and the liquid soaked the
entire container. "Next time you'll be in charged of bringing me some of that city coffee."

Hyungsik ceased all movement right before placing his bag over the long table that hung over all
the seats —next to each other in a semi-circle. Middle row, as always. "What?" He almost scoffed,
a slight shaky panic in the timbre of his voice.

Jungkook placed his laptop on the spot near the alpha's bag, closing the distance between them.
"You heard me. Be ready tomorrow."
The two stared at each other for a good minute as Hyungsik searched for any trace of a prank on
Jungkook's face. The alpha swallowed hard right after laughing forcefully. "Come on, Jungkook...
There's no human way to drive all the way to–"

"Then wake up early, I guess" Jungkook cut in with obvious indifference, making the dude stiffen
even more. One last glance and he lifted the corner of his mouth in a low chuckle. "I'm joking."

"Ah… right," Hyungsik finally exhaled and then threw himself on the chair. The relief in his voice
was so amusing. The dude was dumb enough to know his place yet still joke around. Refusing one
of Jungkook's requests only meant being the next target for the next years and even after
graduating. Who was gonna invest in his family's company, if not his amazing humble friend?

Stupid fuck.

Jungkook already had them lined up one by one. Or rather, he had them on a mental list. But it
wasn't for an act of calculated revenge. He knew each one was just as dense as the next, blindly
following the lead to be praised by the others. One little flick and they gladly joined whatever the
most powerful alpha proposed.

Hyungsik had told him a bit of the situation only when they met at the cafeteria for dinner. All the
alphas in the room already made enough noise but Hyungsik's constant chatting was even more
annoying so Jungkook ended up asking. It hadn't been that detailed, just the usual. You should've
been there dude and a few more laughs.

Jungkook didn't dig into what the alpha had meant. That would have made him look interested and
he never asked who even was the victim.
"Where's Taehyung?" One of the girls, Eunji, murmured as she dropped her bag in the row in front
of them. Jungkook didn't say anything but he glanced at the empty spot and the one next to it, just
as empty.

He hadn't even stopped by his room after last night.

"That's gonna be taken by that omega," Hyungsik chimed in, pointing at the seat next to Jungkook.
"I can already smell him coming."

The girl let out a laugh. "He's cute though."

"Ew. I still don't get what you two see in male omegas. Dicks are disgusting" The giggle coming
from the boy in question could already be heard from the upper door. Jungkook tapped his fingers
on the laptop and waited. If the little guy loved himself enough, he'd stay away from him today.

"Here we go..." whispered Eunji with a sly smile as soon as the volume of that voice increased.
Hyungsik pretended to be focused on his phone, throwing likes after likes as he scrolled down the
pics of almost naked girls on Instagram.

"Jungkook!" Jungkook looked up at the boy standing over the seat starting the row, eyes shining
with excitement as if Jungkook was about to cum on his face. He did once, in high school, but the
experience didn't get repeated. The high loud moans spatting out his lips every time the alpha had
pounded inside him got on Jungkook's nerves. But now his words at Jimin had only made it worse.
Which wasn't supposed to matter since it was omega business. "It's been some time since we sat
together."
Wink wink. Hyungsik nudged him playfully and the alpha had to resist the sudden urge to unleash
the anger building up inside him and smash that big head against the desk.

"Never wondered why?" The question didn't bother the omega. Jungkook had always had this
feeling that they thought his sourness was another reason to seek him, see if they could change him
and be the special one. Too bad he never gave them enough time to reach that deep. Not even the
basic respectful treatment level.

The boy brushed his hair aside, revealing two white balls dangling from his ear, matching the bag
he was carrying today hanging from his shoulder. He was always as flirtatious as the feline he was.
And pretty. Cats were known for having attractive features and especially lovely eyes. But
Jungkook was into brown eyes and big lips. Maybe blond hair and button noses... too. The predator
sighed. Lately, his alpha had kept jabbering stupid nonsense.

Taehyung's scent tickled his nostrils. Jungkook pushed the boy's bag off the table until it hit the
ground. The sound seemed to echo louder than expected and a few eyes fell on them. "Go pester
another alpha with that annoying voice," he said stretching on his seat. That seemed to placate him.
The boy picked up his things with a pained frown but not an ounce of surprise appeared on that
small face. Jungkook helped them when it came to their grades but he also gave them no room for
much else —putting sex aside. Coming at him was like begging to be humiliated and the kitten
knew that very well.

"Damn, poor thing," Taehyung spoke in a yawn, watching the boy walk down the stairs, blushing
with embarrassment. He dropped his weight onto the seat. "Did he try to sit next to you again? That
was harsh."

"He'll come back" Hyungsik chuckled as he turned off his phone when he heard the professor
approaching the classroom. "Kitty got a humiliation kink."
"They all do" Jungkook added, focusing back on the screen in front of him that had just turned on.

The sound of a silly melody erupted through the class.

"What the fuck is that sound?" On the screen was a game of dressing up... Elsa? Who was even
that? A blonde doll with a huge head stood between a bunch of ugly colourful clothes, a creepy
smile always on her weirdly drawn face. The words Prepare Elsa for her date! flashed with an
achingly bright yellow that contrasted with the neon blue of the website. Not even the ad blocker
had managed to stop a thousand ads popping from each side of the screen, some of them inviting
for games.

Hyungsik was stunned, head peeking over the screen just like Taehyung. And pretty much the
whole class. 30 open windows had been counted by Jungkook by the time he had remembered why
this was happening.

Jimin.

The alpha slammed the computer shut, smashing the screen with a smack. Silence stretched for a
few seconds and Hyungsik burst out laughing along with Taehyung.

"I did not expect that from you!" Tears practically came out of his eyes as he grabbed the edge of
the desk to bawl his eyes out from cackling.
"Dressing dolls? Are you converting to an omega now?" commented the other girl as Taehyung
laughed his lungs out. Jungkook just put the laptop back in its bag.

Whatever had happened was all the traces of Jimin using his laptop. He didn't care that much about
the reactions around him over the silly dressing game but it did annoy him the fact that it had
slipped from his memory that he had lent his stuff to the omega —just to get it back on the verge of
getting conquered by thousands of viruses and malware.

Last night Jungkook had returned from the laboratory dizzy as hell, on the brink of rotating on his
heels and bouncing back to the omega he had just left at the dorms. Jungkook had confirmed he did
not function well after staying too long next to blondie. Especially if there had been a span of a few
days since their last contact. His alpha went too excited which only ended in a double painful boner
that would never fully go away till Jungkook came inside his prey. Which was not happening
anytime soon.

He had plodded back with the feeling of a fever clouding his senses but only after dropping the
omega back to the dorms.

Jimin had no idea but when he had run away from Jungkook —after their one-hour-long make-out
in the middle of the hallway— the alpha had followed him. It had been too dark and even if it was
the campus, a target like Jimin walking around like he didn't look hit by a car was crazy. The alpha
had stayed behind, a few meters lurking as he observed the bunny going inside with his headphones
on and a blushed face that almost matched his rose-bitten lips, courtesy of Jungkook who had
almost torn the plumpy skin off of him.

After arriving he hadn't even checked his notes, going straight for a shower to calm whatever the
fuck was burning inside him.
He hadn't even been able to focus on the fact that his venom hadn't worked on Jimin. Even now he
had so much on his head that the answer to why the fuck the omega remembered peeing on himself
was simply floating in the back of his mind. Hidden like an unblocked quest he could only reach
after finishing the rest of the levels.

"Not gonna use your laptop today?" Hyungsik joked with a wiggle of eyebrows. Jungkook just
stared at him till any trace of fun in the guy's expression was gone.

Blows were getting bet today and the fucker had all the ballots.

Him and Minrae.

The pen hadn't stopped spinning since the lectures started. And the current one was the very last on
the schedule. Hours and minutes crossed the four walls containing the students attentive to the
explanations from the woman pointing at the screen, mocking Jungkook's boiling patience. The
alpha glanced back at that spot.

Empty seat.
It was as if every time he looked at that space his anger worsened and the pen dancing in his fingers
was a second closer to shooting out of his grasp.

It took every cell in his body to be where he was now, sitting next to Taehyung in class pretending
he didn't feel like breaking something or destroying a specific person's life. The drumming anger
still felt like a fever on his skin, pulsating like a ticking bomb. Jungkook hadn't even eaten
breakfast. Embarrassing. It wasn't even that deep.

But it was. It was for him.

Jungkook didn't know what annoyed him more. Not being there when the shitshow took place or
having to see the aftermath of it on Jimin's skin.

The tide of boiling blood foamed up to his head each time his eyes replayed the same scene over
and over again. Jimin's body, covered in ugly bruises stained with unfair rage, still flashed through
his vision.

Jungkook had noticed it from the beginning but he hadn't been able to pinpoint what had happened.
Not only blondie's thoughts were a fucking mess, but a wave of insecurities and questions that kept
floating on that soft head had been edging Jungkook to snap at him. He'd been so close to doing
that. All that awkward fumbling with his hair, the glancing back and forth, the soft subtle gasps
when he moved too harshly... yet the dumb fuck couldn't spit it out.

Jungkook saw red at the sound of Jimin's voice naming Minrae.

Every possible scenario in which he would destroy his pathetic existence ran through his mind at
that exact moment, yet none of the possibilities seemed worthy to be called revenge. Jungkook
needed to hurt him, and make the fucker cry blood. It took everything in his body to not run to the
dude and beat the shit out of him that same night but kissing Jimin had clouded every attempt.

No one touched what belonged to him. It was well known. Even though it had been a tradition to
play around with all the omegas he targeted every year this case wasn't even close. Jimin was his.
His to break and own. But Jungkook couldn't get carried away by his impulses.

The alpha blinked away the relentless anger blurring his patience as he focused back on the
professor. His ears tingled. He was on edge. For a few days already. Containing the emotion the
whole morning was becoming harder but he needed to cool his head again.

Arriving from the pleasant meeting with his brothers had shaken his day badly enough to then
come back to a strange atmosphere in the alpha dorms that made him suspicious.

But now it made a lot of sense.

That night Minrae didn't crawl to his room like the cockroach he was. Nor had he looked for
Jungkook like the pathetic fuck did at least once a day. Jungkook didn't think much of it, he didn't
care.

Loud murmurs first thing in the morning filled the cafeteria and when he went down to get
breakfast with Taehyung, Jungkook noticed it. A bunch of alphas watched something on a phone
over the table. Others chatted loudly over something involving Minrae. It was as if there was an
inside joke the snake hybrid wasn't aware of. Taehyung hadn't said anything related to the issue
and instead babbled about shit that Jungkook just pretended to listen to. He felt too restless.

"Did something happen?" Jungkook had finally asked on Monday night as he sat over Taehyung's
bed. The alpha blinked a few times, weirded out by the question.

"What do you mean?"

"Pool day" he murmured, fully dropping his weight over the mattress. Jimin's lips still felt like a
caress on his own. Jungkook licked them unconsciously and Taehyung smiled over the action,
thinking the question had another tone.

"You should have seen it" he laughed. His friend closed the notebook on the table and dragged the
swivel chair over to the bed. "Prey boy got the beating of his life."

Jungkook grinned and it felt like his muscles were fighting to not move at his order. "Who did it?"

Taehyung searched for something on his phone and tossed the device over the bed.

A video. A fucking video of Jimin on the ground naked, gasping for air as Minrae hit him like a
boxing bag. Jungkook gripped the phone in his hands, feeling his nostrils breathe into boiling air.
"You should have seen the bitch fighting back."
"Wasn't your bitch involved though?" Jungkook cut him off, but it came out more like a snarl.
Confusion crossed Taehyung's eyes for a second. Shit. Jungkook grinned. He couldn't let himself
slip now. "Did he beat Jin too? I want to see it."

"Of course not." The comment didn't seem to amuse Taehyung by the way his lips tightened in a
thin line. "You know damn well that omega isn't on Jin's... level."

Jungkook turned off the phone and handed it back to the alpha. Seeing that shit had only made him
angrier. "Delete it and make sure the others do it too. Just tell them Jimin's family is threatening the
principal or something."

Taehyung raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Wait, what? Why?"

Right...why.

Jungkook got up from the bed with a heavy sigh, turning to his friend. He still had to talk to the
principal and make the man sanction the upload of the video from any student brave enough to fuck
Jimin's reputation. Jungkook just had to make sure he looked like he wasn't involved from the
outside. "My father is already annoying me about the last bullying report. If this reaches them they
won't leave me alone. And that bitch won't just shut the fuck up."

Jimin didn't even know there was a video, most likely. The thing had probably roamed every student
on the campus and sooner or later blondie was finding out his humiliation had been on blast the
past days. And alphas loved to humiliate cute boys like him, especially if they were preys.
Jungkook felt the weight on his shoulders heavier.

The truth was that the video could have been useful, especially to drive away the hyenas Jungkook
had for brothers. The perfect proof that Jimin was no more than another toy in Jungkook's
collection. But that would only make the consequences of Jungkook's plan even more complicated.
If he was going to get revenge on Minrae, his family didn't need to know about the messy situation.
It was too risky. Too weird.

After all, Jungkook wasn't supposed to raise a finger for anyone, even less for an omega prey.

"Well, who do we have here?" Hyungsik burst out as Minrae stepped out of class with another girl.
"Our hero," he announced proudly with an exaggerated high-pitched timbre, patting all over the
dude’s bulky shoulder. Jungkook eyed his expression for a few seconds, taking in how his lips
stretched to a big triumph smile. He had avoided Jungkook since his arrival but from the lack of
reaction, he wasn't expecting any less arrogance from the tiger hybrid.

They shook hands and surrounding each other in a half hug like they hadn't been together
yesterday. Jungkook never joined that shit, so Minrae didn't extend his hand to him with that
amiable smile. A ruckus was forming in the corridor. Every few that left class ended up joining the
crowd in the middle of the hallway. Laughter and even a mocking imitation of what had happened
filled the room, most of the jokes about getting rabies from the bite in his arm. Dae-Hyun was a hot
topic now.

"Taehyung told us to delete the video but how come your father knows about this?" Another guy
jumped. All attention returned to Jungkook and he felt how Minrae's eyes finally rested on him.
The predator's gaze darted down to his bandaged arm. One could still get a whiff of the smell of
blood. At least Dae-Hyun had been nicer than Jungkook was going to be.

"He already reported me once" Jungkook stated, stretching out on the bench in front of the
numerous eyes taking in every action he made. Jungkook pushed his hair out of the way with an
unbothered click of tongue and grinned. Mentioning the report, which was true, was a good alibi.
Now he just needed to make the situation worse than it was. Jimin hadn't spoken to his parents
about any of what happened but the principal had eaten up Jungkook's word on that.

"He carried your scent that day" the old man had told him, still a bit weirded out by the sudden
proposal. "How come he'll report you for this?"

Jungkook had crossed his legs this time and let his head tilt to rest on his knuckles. His scent had
wafted through the room till it made its way up to the principal's nose. He was familiar with it. "You
know how bunnies are" he murmured with a hint of a smile. "It doesn't take that much to get them
dropping to their knees." The doubt on the principal's face had already begun to disappear in thin
air. It had made sense to him. "But he's greedy for more so ever since I told him I don't date preys
he's been pestering me with dumb threats."

"Preys are always eager for more," remarked the principal with a nod as he put his attention back
to the folders and documents on the desk. "You did the right thing. I'll make sure the video is
erased."

Jungkook smiled but it felt just as tight as the first formed in his hand. It had taken a good hour to
clear his head and not do stupid shit like making the old man the first one to suffer the
consequences. "It's great to make deals with you as always." He was aware of the lack of
punishment given by the university, and it was expected from their society but knowing Jimin still
received the short end of the stick was simply unacceptable.

Jungkook was such a fucking hypocrite.

"Is your father joining us for the event?" The subject suddenly popped up just before Jungkook
whipped open the door and slipped out of the room. The alpha casted a glance back at the old man.

"Definitely."

That damned dinner they would spend licking his father's ass.
"Well, he's gonna have to learn to shut up" Minrae retorted suddenly. The alphas fell silent and for a
second it looked like an argument between him and Jungkook. But that was never happening. Their
longer exchange of words was Minrae choking on his dick gasping for air.

Kai appeared out of nowhere at the back of the crowd, staring right at Jungkook with an infuriated
scowl. Jungkook didn't acknowledge his presence. The guy never got into these things. It felt out of
place seeing the alpha sticking his nose in all of this. He was invisible in the hierarchy and anyone
on their right mind would appreciate that spot.

Jungkook took out the cigarette from the pocket of his peacoat and lit it in front of Minrae's
unwavering gaze. The dude was lucky, very. Every time their eyes met Jungkook pictured pouncing
on his neck and chopping him into pieces yet instead there he was, sitting around them like it was
any other day. But Minrae's days were counted. Starting from yesterday.

"Are you trying to exclude me from the fun? You didn't even wait for me this time" he commented
inhaling the bitter taste. Minrae's shoulders, as taut as a stretched cord, seemed to relax and his tight
jaw had gone soft instantly. There it was. That fucking devotion.

Jungkook was still his —in Minrae's eyes. Possessive thoughts roamed his head even though the
alpha couldn't dig into that small brain.

"Don't worry. We ain't even done."

Minrae wasn't backing off yet. He still needed more fun to fulfil his boredom. Or more humiliation
to make sure Jimin wasn't special to the predator in any way.
"Haven't you done enough?" Jungkook froze for a fraction of a second. The least expected person
had spoken among the crowd. Puppy alpha was suicidal today.

Minrae glared at Kai instantly, fury hungry for a fight. "Huh? Is his pussy some drug or what? Are
you on that bitch's side too? My arm is fucked up thanks to a lowlife and you think this is
enough!?" He raised his voice in the middle of the hallway till any bit of busy eyes left were placed
on their bickering. Kai growled and even the sound didn't match him. The dude never got involved
in this kind of stuff even though he was one of those omega-ally alphas.

"Jimin's done nothing to you! Are you that fucking bored!? Find a better hobby. Grow up!"

One thing was clear... Jimin had this effect on alphas, making them do anything for him. And now
Jungkook was simply looking at his own reflection. The only dissimilarity was that he did not have
enough submission in his blood to put a knife on his neck for an omega without a backup.

Minrae's hands were already on him. The thick collar of Kai's hoody was clutched in the alpha's red
fist. The bulkier predator growled until the veins popped at his temples, blowing all the smoke of
his breath onto the wolf hybrid's face. Kai wasn't backing off, gritted teeth pressed so hard his face
muscles tightened till his skin flushed. His friend grabbed his shoulder from behind, skittish. No
one in their right mind would go around saying that kind of bullshit.

"We got ourselves a justice warrior this year huh" commented Taehyung approaching the dimpled
guy with his signature mischievous smile delineated on his lips like he was watching his favourite
show next to Jungkook.

"Since when are so loud about a fucking omega? Did your knot deflate?" Minrae asked mockingly,
almost spitting the words in his face. Kai didn't reply but he didn't seem intimidated. He looked just
as riled up as the tiger hybrid.
"Don't be so boring" Jungkook finally cut in, laying his hand on Minrae's bicep as soon as he
approached them. The alpha darted at him —lost for a few seconds— but soon noticed the words
were aimed at Kai.

Puppy alpha stared at him dumbfounded. "What?"

He had Kai close in the palm of his hand, close enough to get him so under control and regulate his
interactions with Jimin. But this would crumble every step taken. However, it was worth it. No. It
was quite convenient. But only this time.

Showing Kai an unbothered reaction would only make him look just as frivolous as always. It was
an omega prey they were differing about. Another, if not even lower in the list, stupid omega they
had fun with.

"Let him go" he ordered Minrae. The compliance was immediate. Just as expected from a dumb
jizz for brains like him. His gaze diverted to Kai, who still carried all the stares on him. It wasn't
suitable for the guy to insist any more than this right now. The more he wanted to save the little
prince from his distress, the worse it would be for Jimin. A reaction was only earning him more
hatred, more bullying to Jimin that Jungkook wasn't in the place to defend him from. At the end of
the day, he was the one Jimin needed to be protected from.

Jungkook wasn't doing that for a fucking reason. He didn't need mister justice warrior to fuck this
shit up any more than this. Minrae would hit again. And again. But the dumb fuck would grow tired
unless he saw his actions were annoying someone. It was what thriving off alpha approval did to
guys like Minrae and Hyungsik.
"He hasn't done anything to you... why can't you all leave him alone!?" Kai exclaimed in disbelief.
But Jungkook didn't react. He had Minrae studying him shamelessly. Jungkook couldn't afford to
look like he gave a fuck. And he did. Many. Too many for his own good.

"Since when a reason is needed?" Jungkook fixed Kai's wrinkled shirt. It was the most he had ever
touched Kai. Jungkook softly smacked his chest in a dangerously reassuring way. "Remember your
place."

His place. Away from Jimin. Away from touching him and interacting with him. Getting all worked
up over an omega that belonged to someone else was unabashed. Jungkook didn't need all these
hungry dogs lurking around Jimin protecting him like he was some kind of omega prince. But they
were helpful for now.

The delivered message was clear. It left no room for misunderstanding. If Kai valued himself
enough, he wasn't getting involved in this Minrae issue. And if he didn't... Jungkook was moving
his name to the priorities list.

The two fell silent and he alpha removed Jungkook's hands from his shoulder with a smack. He
turned away, strolling to the corridor as his friends followed him, alarmed by what had just
happened. "First Dae-Hyun and now him..." Hyungsik murmured, baffled. "Little prey has the best
cunt in the country because there's no other explanation for this shit."

"He does," Jungkook assured even though he hadn't even fully claimed it yet. The predator glanced
down, noticing the lit cigarette he had flicked to the floor. Jungkook crushed it down with the heel
of his shoe. "So what fun do you have planned for the bunny this time?"

Minrae casted him a lingering look.

"Something much fun."

─────── ·Ⅻ· ───────

Waking up hadn't hurt that morning... which picked the bunny's attention from the very start. Jimin
stretched but the loud yawn got caught in his breath at the lack of stabbing pain. No way.

He shifted in different ways, seeking the position that would arouse the throbbing ache he had
become accustomed to. One peek down his naked belly and Jimin was met with spotless skin.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, examining his body from all sides. Arriving at the
mirror, Jimin checked himself even more, but as much as he analyzed the body reflected on the
mirror from a new angle, there wasn't a single green bruise. Not even a trace of it. The pain was
gone. It was almost like Jimin had never got beaten.
"Jungkook…" he mumbled in a whisper. It wasn't the first time the predator made Jimin swallow
his venom but the omega had doubted at first he could do that. But now it made sense. No, it was
very likely. The bruises on his knees last time disappeared overnight.

Where before his entire flank used to be painted with ugly green blots, now his skin looked as
smooth as ever. Jimin sighed, feeling blessed. That pain had been annoying and now the omega was
free from it.

But that still wasn't earning Jungkook a thank you from Jimin. All the nuisance he had gone
through was all his fault even if Jimin's omega was now getting tipsy on gratitude.

Jimin headed to Jin's room but only when his naked feet reached the door did he remember that his
roommate was absent. So he flopped onto the sofa and stared at the ceiling. He still had his hands
distractedly roaming up and down his body like he had a bug crawling on his skin. He felt so damn
relieved. Jimin hated swallowing down pills, especially the ones that were the size of his thumb.
Every gulp felt like his last and his whole life flashed over his eyes as he prayed the thick pill didn't
get stuck inside the walls of his throat.

His gloomy mood was better —just a tiny bit— and it obviously had nothing to do with the fact that
he came home late thanks to Jungkook. Jimin ran a hand over his face and snorted. The memory
unsettled him every time it flashed itself in his eyes. Not only because of the scene at the laboratory
but Jungkook's clinginess was fucking embarrassing. The dude grabbed him on the spot and had
Jimin against a wall for what felt like hours, lips never leaving Jimin's as he sucked the omega's
breath away. From Campus Demon to Campus Vampire —at this rate that was becoming the
alpha's new name.

Jimin caressed his lips, the motion giving him a tingle that reminded his omega of the way the
forked tongue trailed down them, wetting the fat lip on its way. Jungkook would stare back, eyes
never leaving Jimin's as he groaned against his mouth.

Enough.
The omega sprang to his feet. The lack of pungent ache made him smile again. At least now he
didn't need to sit all bored through the unfair punishment.

He glanced around the huge dorm and his smile faltered. It had crossed the bunny's mind to
organize the place a little but laziness overcame any intention to do that as soon as Jimin saw there
was a lot to clean. He shoved the last takeaway bag under the table and whistled to his room.

The light invading his personal space already pointed to him that today would be sunnier. Even
though it was going to rain almost all week, the fact that today the weather had decided to be nice
made everything better.

Jimin showered and dressed in the three-hour interval. If someone had seen him they would have
thought the omega was going to class but Jimin was simply heading to the city. The idea had come
to him as soon as he saw the clear sky. He had been stuck inside the university grounds for way too
much, enough for him to actively decide to go shopping even though none of the shops in the city
looked good enough for his taste.

The omega slipped into his shoes and tied them up while music blasted on his earphones. Jimin
would go out for a walk just to celebrate getting rid of this absolutely shitty state he had been in
since Saturday and... ignore that the next three years at this university were going to be absolutely
shitty thanks to Minrae.

He called for a cab before leaving the room and then closed the door after making sure he had
everything in his bag. Jimin went down the stairs of the eerie hallway. Not a single soul could be
heard from any of the doors scattered through the corridor. Everyone was busy right now, everyone
except Jimin who had nothing to do with his life.

Even after arriving at the intimidating entrance gates he had to wait half an hour for the taxi driver
to pick him up. The man recognized him just like Jimin did, he knew at least two of the usual taxi
drivers. It was inevitable as the only way to get out of the university was through a vehicle or
walking up the hill —which took at least 3 sweaty hours. Whoever had the job to choose a place to
locate the university needed to be fired. Sometimes Jimin felt like he was caught in a boarding
school even if the university had everything already inside. The air just felt different outside.

"To the city, please," he spoke, getting comfortable in the back seat. The man started the car and
soon the landscape began to slide horizontally until everything moved fleetingly. At the onset of the
road were just trees and... more trees. Some thicker than others, and a few almost touching the
clouds. Jimin had noticed how these didn't end even behind the university buildings. The thick
forest was so huge that it surrounded the area in a gloomy circle of trees. He leaned out the window
for a moment, watching as the buildings he left behind grew smaller with each passing minute. One
could still see the taller edifices that belonged to the three residence halls spread over the campus.

Jimin let his head slip back onto the seat as he listened to music but the moment of peace was
interrupted by a call. His face morfed to a frown as he saw the name of the contact. Jimin had
hoped for a call from the police at least... not her.

He decided to ignore it and continue looking out the window, just for the sake of enjoying at least
the ride to the city in peace.

The car stopped at the address that the omega proposed, right in front of a mart. The avenue was
vast, with both sides filled with one store after another, although not specifically with clothes it
made the place quite lively. After paying the man and watching the car drive away Jimin roamed
through every street just to find a coffee shop and fill the craving he had for a milkshake.

People came and went non-stop, crossing it in a hurry. Most were on their phones sucking on
whatever the screen was showing them. No one looked Jimin's age or younger. The majority were
working adults and the elderly walking around.

Jimin entered the first coffee shop and came out with a glass the size of his head. He hadn't had
breakfast but the thick consistency of the milkshake made up even for lunch.
"Oh sorry" blurted out of the omega as he collided with a woman. Jimin lowered his head in
apology and went on with his walking while sucking on the straw caught between his lips. It
reminded him of his meeting with Kai and his bad reaction when the guy spilt the pastries all over
him. Jimin had to admit he had been a bitch at that time.

And even now too.

He had tried to contact Kai but not anymore after getting the beating of his life from Minrae.
Jimin's pride wavered as he remembered how he had been publicly humiliated by everyone and
there was no way Kai didn't know about it. It even hurt him knowing the alpha didn't even come
around to at least check on him.

"Can I help you?" The shopgirl stood right in front of him as soon as the omega put a foot inside
the store.

Jimin took a step back, taken aback by the sudden presence over his face. He slid out an earbud as
he shook his head. "No, thank you."

Right after that he was left alone and Jimin focused back on the clothes scattered throughout the
store. The pacing stare didn't take long. Everything looked like it belonged to the elderly. Not even
the professors at the university wore the ugly patterns most of the clothes had.

Jimin moved to another shop. And to another. And another. He kept going in and out of every
single store on his way. It came to the point he had completed two city blocks and circled them far
enough to see the same cars parked three times.

Half of the milkshake was left but Jimin couldn't swallow any more of the thick liquid. He tossed
the glass into the nearest trash can and continued on his way.

It was only at the twenty-first shop that he stayed more than half an hour. The minimalist style of
the clothes inside picked up his interest and Jimin strolled in a blink of an eye inside. Sweatshirts,
pants, and the occasional skirt that fit his figure, all of that was already in his hands. The shop
employee eyed him from the counter with a satisfied smile knowing Jimin was most likely buying
half their storage.

All the fun expired at the sound of his phone. Jimin glanced down at the omega that brought him to
life on the screen. After seeing the call log with mom repeated every five minutes, Jimin found
himself under pressure to just give in.

He sighed heavily and swiped his finger across the screen. His mother's voice was already echoing
in his head even before the woman had started talking.

"Good morning sweetheart!" she said affectionately but the tilt in her voice gave Jimin the
premonition that she would give him that talk again. She just loved being concerned over the most
random shit. "I was worried you wouldn't get my call. Did you finish your lectures for today?"

If you only knew, Jimin thought.

"Ah, yes... I had only two today...," he sounded like a robot when lying to his mother. Truth was
Jimin hadn't touched a book since the punishment because it wasn't even worth it. He had no notes
to study with and Jin was useless taking them. There were times when the dude even fell asleep.

"I see, so why didn't you call me then?" Jimin swallowed the urge to hang up. There it was. "I've
been so worried about your health, how you've been if you are eating well and following the diet
your nutritionist sent you..." The woman kept muttering as Jimin skimmed the clothes on the
hangers. "You don't even call me anymore!"

"I was busy mom... I'll try to contact you more, mm?" God, he sounded like a bitch.
"Not just me Jimin! Your father hasn't heard about you ever since you came there. How can you be
so careless? He works so hard to make you happy and you can't even send him a message!" Jimin
squeezed the phone in his fingers. He hated this shit so much. Every time Jimin remembered the
possibility of his father discovering that he had tattoos, that he had fucked thousands of alphas, that
he had gotten drunk and broken every possible rule his father cherished a sour pang hit his chest.
The only thing he had left was his grades and not even that was going through a promising path
anymore.

His mouth felt dry as he stood in the middle of the shop, commercial music playing over his head
while the phone weighed in his hand.

Jimin pressed his lips in a thin line just to think of what to say next. "I swear I was just busy...
There are so many exams and... and I didn't find the time. Tell dad I'll call him as soon as this is
over."

His mother sighed through the phone. "Just don't forget sweetie, he's been asking me about you
every day lately."

"I won't" Jimin muttered, staring blankly at the ground. "How have you been?" His mother had had
some health problems before she went on a summer trip but Jimin hadn't gotten updated on her
diagnosis ever since he left home.

"Pretty well! I've been taking these yoga classes your aunt suggested and I feel so young!" Her
animated voice relaxed the tension in Jimin's shoulders. Good. No more questions about him. "By
the way, she told me it's been a long time since she last saw you. Can we take her with us to that
university dinner?"

"Nope." Jimin sounded like an asshole. "Em... I mean, I think only the parents are invited?"

His mother made a sound from the other side, taking in the new information. "I see. I'll ask the
university anyways. I can't wait to see you!"

Jimin smiled but it felt rancid. "Me too mom.."

The omega always had this feeling that his parents' love for him wasn't genuine. If they ever
discovered what Jimin had done... would they keep up this happy family bullshit? Jimin didn't even
want to know.

"Also! Your doctor told me you asked for an appointment with her. Is everything okay sweetie?" Jin
had been absolutely right. Doctors were loudmouths.

"I just wanted a small check on my heat track" replied Jimin as he put back one of the t-shirts that
at first looked amazing but now didn't look that great.

"Your heat track? Isn't there an app for that? I hope you didn't miss the pills. Your heats are pretty
heavy, sweetheart" his mother commented.

Oh, they were. Just the reminder made Jimin sweat from embarrassment. Heats made all that was
left of his humanity melt into a fiery ball of lust burning his stomach till his identity became mere
instinct and any trace of dignity in him was gone. Jimin still recalled how shocked was the first
alpha he spent the second heat with –away from his parents' knowledge. The guy couldn't take it
anymore and blocked him after sending the omega a text saying bunnies were disgusting filthy
nymphomaniacs. It wasn't far from the truth.

"No..." Jimin mumbled. "It's just a health check."

"That's actually a good idea! I'll tell her to send me a copy of the results. I don't even know how
much you weigh anymore!"
His chest clenched to a fist. Jimin felt the shake he had drunk crawl back up inside his throat to be
puked. The acid taste of his sudden nerves made his tongue feel heavy. "S-sure." He didn't even
want to imagine what his mother was going to think of him once she noticed the ten more pounds
on his body. More calls. And by Christmas she would forbid him from eating anything other than
water and gluten-free bread.

The conversation didn't last much longer after that. Jimin said goodbye right after promising again
he would call his father. Even after throwing his phone back into the bag he still felt uneasy.

He had called his doctor to ask for advice on the imprint. Jimin had searched for information but he
had only found random strangers complaining about their partners forcing an imprint on them. It
sounded so much like Jungkook Jimin had been tempted to ask if their partners were a filthy rich
snake hybrid dude.

None received a clear answer on the forum. All of them only got a "you should discuss this with
your mate", "I'd divorce her if I was you", "imprint on him back"... Even the possibility of
imprinting on Jungkook sounded unattainable and Jimin had yet to figure out why not even scents
stuck on the alpha. Something told him that could have been Jungkook's weakest point.

His stroll ended after lunchtime. Jimin hadn't eaten anything aside from the milkshake yet but
brought a box of fried chicken for him and Jin and some other shopping bags to make up for the
clothes destroyed the past few days thanks to two alphas. The taxi driver had glanced at him a few
times because the smell of fried chicken was permeating the car. Jimin had apologized multiple
times, saying he had forgotten to ask for a second plastic bag to wrap the thing with.

"Thank you!" The omega waved goodbye to the taxi driver after getting dropped right in front of
the university gates. He glanced at the time and guessed that Jin had probably arrived from class
and knowing him, the dude was flopped down the sofa. He always came back from class like he
had been in the war.
Jimin knew that he hadn't been wrong after opening the door to their dorm and noticing two bare
feet upside down dangling from the sofa. "I'm baaack!"

Jin raised his head from where he was but only gave the bunny a tired stare. "Why are you so
fucking happy? And where have you been?"

The omega ran to lie on the other couch next to his bags, but not before placing the chicken on the
table. "I brought food so you better start thinking what we'll have for dinner because I'm not
touching that kitchen tonight." Jin groaned as he sat down and crossed his arms. His face looked a
bit swollen. Probably from having slept right after getting home. "You won't believe what
happened."

"I'm already having a hard time understanding why you look so different from... the past days.
Didn't your whole body hurt?" He reached over to the box and pulled out a chicken thigh. Jimin
beamed.

"Remember the lecture I had yesterday?" The omega bobbed his head after taking a bite of the fried
meat, watching Jimin grab a pillow and place it on his lap. "Jungkook paired himself with me."

"Say what?" Jin's eyebrows fled up as he munched on the bone. "Isn't he in another group though?"

"He exchanged places with whoever was supposed to be my lab partner. When I tell you I was
about to start crying..."

The thigh became just bone in his roommate's mouth. It was a natural talent for a dog, probably.
"I'm not even surprised... So you had to write the project with him?" The bunny nodded. "Let me
guess. You didn't do a single shit."
But Jimin had gotten to 10 so he wasn't sad about it. After eyeing the chicken a few times he
decided to put the shopping bags away and reach for the box. "I didn't do anything but at least I got
a 10."

"The very first one!" Jin took a deeper bite and squinted his eyes. "Waif. And afer zat? Dih hm do
zomzing?"

"Can you swallow... first?"

Jin gulped the humongous piece of meat in his mouth but still had that questioning stare. "What I
mean is... You telling me you went back to the dorms untouched?"

Jimin swallowed the last remaining meat on the chicken. He still felt full even if the smell was
tempting. "I told him about Minrae."

The omega froze, staring at him dumbfounded. "You did!?" Jin threw the chicken on the table and
bolted from the couch. "What did he say? Did he laugh in your face?"

More like almost spat fire over Jimin's face. He could still remember how angry Jungkook looked
right after saying Minrae's name. Whatever was coming to the tiger hybrid, the alpha served it.

"He was mad…" Jimin described as he wiped his hands on one of the napkins that came in the bag.
His fingers were now way too greasy for a clothing haul. "Like... he even told me Minrae wouldn't
touch me again..."
"I fucking knew it! See?" Jin grinned, victorious. "So what's the plan then? Because Minrae was
pretty fine today and I've even seen the other alphas chatting with Jungkook."

Jimin had no idea. Jungkook didn't look like he was lying and he definitely wasn't the type to try to
look good in Jimin's eyes. He didn't even seem to care what Jimin's opinion about him was.
Knowing Minrae was still walking around freely didn't sit right with him but he would be patient
and wait if the tiger hybrid would meet his own downfall or not. Jimin had no other revenge. His
only card was Jungkook and he had already thrown it on the table.

"I believe he has a plan but I don't get why he'd be all friendly with them after what I told him... He
did look mad" Jin seemed to not have a single clue, just as lost as Jimin. "He did heal my bruises,
though." His roommate blinked in surprise. The constant change of expression was priceless.

"Is he a wizard now?"

"No no, look!" Jimin stood up and lifted his shirt up to his neck, revealing his bare, spotless torso.
The omega sitting on the other sofa gaped.

"How...?"

Jimin explained everything that had happened yesterday in more detail. How he had tried to hide
what Minrae did to him and that only after leaving he had finally spat it out. He did skip the part
where Jungkook noticed and pushed it out of him while they were kissing —since Jin's hypothesis
that Jimin was over the heels for Jungkook would only become more annoyingly true– and straight-
up created a whole different scene.
Jin's jaw went slack listening to the bunny babbling non-stop about how he had felt a stab of pain
and Jungkook had asked him why he was like this. "I was pressured" Jimin assured, but that was
not a lie. Jungkook hadn't left room for a no and instead had pushed him to spit it out.

"You could use this for your advantage Jimin" Jin suggested, now with a glass of water caught in
his hand. He gulped it down and groaned, satisfied with the fullness the food had given him. Only
three sad chicken wings were left inside the box. "I don't care if he's into you or not but knowing a
guy with so much power goes to these extremes just for you could give you some good benefits."

Jimin agreed. It was true. He had thought about a few things he could do with Jungkook's obsession
or whatever the fuck he had for him. "I need to see him hurt Minrae first."

"About that... you know... I know I said this yesterday but I have a feeling getting suspended from
any club activities didn't affect him at all." Of course it didn't. One just had to see how he had
almost spat on Jimin's face in the principal's office. "He looks quite happy. Like... I can't explain
but it looks like he's the centre of attention right now."

"They all jerk off at the thought of hurting omegas. Why are you surprised?" Jimin raised an
eyebrow.

"No, I mean, yes but like, I keep seeing him all victorious surrounded by alphas. He even stares at
me from time to time and I've never spoken to that dude in my life–"

A phone rang.
Jimin looked at his own but the screen was pitch black. He peeked up at Jin, finding him staring at
his with a flat expression. The omega sat back on the sofa and glued the device to his ear. "Mom?"

Oh, his parents. Jimin turned to his phone as he waited for the call to end. Jin fell silent, lips
forming a thin line as he stared blankly at the ground. It surprised him not to hear a giggle or two
like Jin always did when he was talking to his parents.

"Friday?" His voice suddenly came out in a shaky question. "But why?"

The silence stretched as soon as he asked.

Jin chewed his lip over and over under Jimin's watchful gaze. Whatever his parents were saying it
was making his roommate anxious.

"There's no need to send a car" Jin muttered, sounding like he was about to hang up on his mother's
face. "Ok..." A murmur was heard from the other side. "See you..."

The call didn't last long. Jin slipped the phone from his ear as he stared distracted at a random point
on the table.

"What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost..." Jimin said worriedly. Jin's face had switched
from that bubbly expression to a sour frown.
The omega glanced at his phone once again and then darted back at Jimin. "My parents want me to
go home."

─────── ·Ⅻ· ───────

The flower-covered area was definitely a sight but Jungkook didn't have the calmness to appreciate
it right now. The tie hugging his neck felt tight. He slipped a finger into the gap and tugged on it
until the knot loosened a little, untying just a bit of the nerves getting on his head. The cold outside
caressed the interior of the open corridor. People could be heard scattered inside but the VIP room
behind the door to the left was already booked. He hadn't gone in yet and he wasn't planning to to
until his uncle came.

Time asked for his attention again and Jungkook checked it one more time.

He had left the university as soon as he finished the first lectures of the day. There were still some
others left but Jungkook had no choice. Half the class still had an extracurricular activities that
Jungkook wasn't joining today. "Family business" had been his reply when Taehyung asked. The
alpha seemed curious to hear that but he didn't ask. It did perk Jungkook's attention but it was for
the better.

Annoying questions about why he was suddenly saying yes to his family's proposal for marriage
would only make him snap and he was already on the verge of beating someone to death.

The clink of glasses danced around the hallway alongside the soft mumbles, accompanied by the
tittering laughs from the customers having lunch as the scraping of utensils on plates could be
heard even from outside. The exquisite smell of food mingled with wet earth when one focused
enough on the scents floating through the place.

None of this was supposed to happen but Jungkook needed a joker if he wanted to play his cards
right. Whoever was the omega behind that door, he would use the shit out of them. Once he had
given Minrae what he deserved, the guy waiting for him would have fulfilled his role.

A message popped up on his phone. Minrae was commenting about raiding the omega dorm
tonight and dragging out Jimin. They only needed Jin gone but with the number of alphas there, it
wouldn't be hard.
"What about that dog fucker? He'll notice"

"He's in the basketball club too..."

"So?"

Minrae was already typing.

"Let’s just wait after the coach leaves. Once we get rid of him that bitch comes next."

The group chat rarely had these conversations. They usually discussed this kind of shit when
hanging out.

"Jungkook." The alpha put away the device and turned to the owner of the voice. His uncle was
walking towards him along with his husband, both dressed as if they had been invited to a fucking
wedding. "I'm surprised you came."

"I was convinced we'd have to apologize to the poor kid and his family" His uncle's omega
approached with open arms but Jungkook just stared after taking a step back. "Oh, sorry."

The big smile fell into an awkward one as the omega grabbed his own hands, strolling back to the
spot next to his alpha. It felt like a curse hugging his relatives. He didn't even remember hugging
his own father. It just wasn't normal in their family.

His uncle's omega was a pretty tall man with soft curls that used to reach his shoulders but now
hung behind his ears in a loose pattern. His eyes looked tired, different from usual – at least from
the few times Jungkook had seen him. The old omega had his third child not long ago and he still
had traces of the pregnancy effects, like the smell of milk in his scent.

"It's fine" Jungkook muttered, sliding his hands back in his pockets. Both hybrids hadn't taken his
eyes off him ever since they'd arrived. "Is he already here?"

Of course he was. Jungkook had been feeling his presence ever since he came to the restaurant. For
the last few days, he had tried to investigate the boy but his uncle did not give a single hint about
who it was.

"Yes. We'll be meeting his family while you two have lunch together" commented the omega.
Jungkook irked a dark eyebrow.

"Alone?" That was new.

"The kid asked for a private chat with you," noted his uncle as he placed a hand over the other man.
Both looked like the perfect couple —and they were, at least in the newspaper. Jungkook didn't dig
much into their private business, but from all the Jeon unions, this one had been the most stable.

The younger alpha didn't say anything. Jungkook didn't mind. It was even better, actually.
"He's probably tired of waiting, let's go" His uncle's husband dragged the alpha to the booked. Both
crossed Jungkook as they headed to the white door at the end of the hall. Jungkook ceased for a few
seconds as he stared at their backs but went on with the walk.

Behind the white wooden doors, a chamber of crystals was revealed. The sky was visible above
their heads through the glass ceiling. Several colourful stained glass windows lined the walls, each
a different design. Jungkook walked alone to the table in front of them. The white marble floor was
smooth enough to make the sole of his shoes provoke a soft tap with every step.

The boy turned around and Jungkook was met with two big crystal eyes whose pupils dilated as
soon as they made eye contact with his. Haneul –as his uncle had called him– was breathtaking.
Jungkook had to give the boy that.

"Hi..." the boy whispered, getting up from the chair. His bluish suit seemed tailored by the way it
hugged every inch of his body. The soft scent carried peach in it, to the point that he seemed to be
the tree from which the fruit came out.

Jungkook walked over and the boy held out his hand. Their fingers clasped and the alpha let his
thumb subtly brush the cheek of the soft hand. The boy glanced up taken aback but Jungkook only
stared shamelessly. Cute.

His uncle went behind with his husband once both saw them sitting and the couple strolled to the
next room, in which the boy's parents were supposed to be waiting. "I thought your father would...
come," the boy said shyly as he gazed at Jungkook's relatives leaving the place. A waiter was
already coming through the doors, dressed in a white silk shirt and matching pants, so lavish that he
looked more like a customer than an employee.

"Both are busy" was Jungkook's reply, throwing him a dry look. His father didn't have time for this
kind of bullshit. The man wasn't nice enough to smile at anyone, yet even less at another family
trying to match their son with his. Haneul nodded and thanked in a whisper to the waitress who
placed their plates. Glasses started appearing around it, one of them already getting filled with
wine. "Did you ask for this meeting?"

Jungkook went straight to the point and the omega was surprised, judging from the subtle raise of
eyelids. Haneul had pretty black hair that shone from hairspray. It only reached his neck but it was
cut so diligently that it looked shorter. The boy looked at the table nervously. He either was an
introvert or the cutie was good at playing the innocent prince character. “I knew you hadn't chosen
any omega, which is weird for your position… but I can understand why... I mean, you are always
surrounded by them," he said, and pushed a lock of hair back, revealing a long shiny earring. "I've
always been interested in meeting you. Although I was told you had no intention of getting married
soon, even though you are the heir."

He did have that intention, though.

"I'm still not interested" Jungkook muttered as he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "But it's up to
you to convince me." The boy's lips broke into a smile and a soft flush of red smudged on his
cheeks. He truly did check every single beauty stereotype. "Your family are all cats, right?"

The boy nodded. "Yes, white ones actually," he purred proudly. For an omega, that was a top-tier
species. "I was asked to pick a day and a place, I hope I didn't get in the way of your schedule."
Considerate even, hah.

"If it had been in the way I wouldn't be here right now," Jungkook said, watching him attentively.
"So don't worry."

"Next time I'll make sure to ask you" assured the omega. A second waiter walked over with a glass
tray. He stood in front of their table and placed two starter dishes. A strange white cube with sauce
below it presented itself under Jungkook's nose. The omega beamed. "This is one of my favourite
restaurants in the country. You'll definitely find this day worth it after tasting the dishes here."
I sure fucking hope so. Jungkook stared at the mini cube the size of his fingernail, accompanied by
a layer of strange foam that looked like soap. "Are you currently studying?"

Haneul popped the small spoonful from the white cube into his mouth, chewing with his lips
covered by his delicate hand. Three rings encircled two diamonds and a blue gem to match his suit.
His nails were so well manicured that they had a shine to them that made the hand prettier. "Yes, it's
an omega-only university. Is it a problem? I'll gladly drop out if my alpha asks me."

Whatever ideas his parents had put inside his head before sitting on that chair, it wasn't working.

"It's not." Jungkook took a spoonful of whatever was in the white cube. Milk seemed to be the
closest possible ingredient but modern cuisine was too crazy for such a safe option. "I like a well-
cultured omega. But your plans for the future are what interests me right now. As my possible
fiance, your position might get affected by mine. Your whole life will stop being yours, and it will
be mine instead. If that doesn't fit your standards, you can always walk away now."

Jimin would have thrown up over the table after hearing that but Haneul looked excited. "As I said,
I'll gladly drop everything for my alpha." Jungkook nodded and glanced at the big clock behind the
cat. He needed a way to kill enough time to look interested and then haul his ass outside and head
to the dorms. "I've been curious... are you planning on having kids as soon as we get married?"

Hell no.

It was funny how his answer would have been totally different if the omega sitting prettily in front
of him had been another. Just the thought sent Jungkook to the edge of insanity.
"If we get married that'll be discussed by both of us. There's no rush to have kids." He did have a
rush but he was honest over discussing it. The last thing Jungkook needed was to be like his
brothers, forcing their omegas to push out five gremlins per year. He already hated those little
monsters enough.

Jungkook savoured whatever the fuck he had just put in his mouth. The weird cube tasted like shit.
Or maybe it was his bad mood. Or it simply was this annoying date his family was observing like a
hawk right now. If he didn't look the least bit interested they weren't going to leave him alone and it
wasn't like there was an omega drought. While in high school he had received several proposals.
Every single fucking year. Any family was willing to give their omegas to the cursed Jeon heir that
"killed" his brother just for the sake of having a successful business for the rest of their lives. "I
hope you saved yourself, though."

Haneul seemed to get what he meant within a few seconds and blushed again. "I did." Jungkook
didn't care. The boy could've been gangbanged left and right even. What annoyed him was how this
whole thing felt like a fucking set up and the pretty thing sitting in front of him was a tricked-out
gift. He was being used once again. Jungkook did not even pick this one, and if he was let to do
that, he had only the options the Chief arranged for her grandson. "My parents gave me a good
education. I've worked hard to be the perfect omega for my alpha. And I hope you are to me too."

"I'll satisfy you in every aspect" Jungkook brought his hand closer to the boy's, which rested on the
table. He slipped his fingers under Haneul's palm and stroked the rings on them. The omega tensed
nervously as he felt his thumb slide between the grooves of each finger. Jungkook trapped those
eyes as blue as that suit into his own. He wasn't wearing makeup. Long lashes circled his eyelids,
decorating his gaze with a beauty worthy of a painting. But Jungkook already had one. "If you get
chosen."

*
 *

The rest of the lunch was lighter than he expected. Haneul was so well-spoken and had immaculate
control over his temper. Whatever comment Jungkook threw at him, he handled it with a soft giggle
or a silent blush that reached his neck. His hair kept being combed behind the pretty earrings
dangling from his ears. It got to a point where he let his own scent fully go and the peach aroma
reached Jungkook's nose.

Cute.

The dishes that came and went all tasted good but their portions were ridiculous. Jungkook
drowned himself with the wine that they kept filling up the glasses with just to make the whole date
quicker.

"Oh? It's raining" Haneul muttered as he walked out to the restaurant's entrance. The rain was
practically a thread in the sky, now more obvious with a dark evening. It was early but the weather
made dusk come earlier than usual. His uncle had left an hour ago and Haneul's parents too. They
probably expected Jungkook to pounce on their son at some point but the little omega was intact.
The most he had touched him had been his hands.

Jungkook raised an umbrella over their heads and pulled it closer to the boy until his own shoulder
was exposed under the rain. "I'll walk you."

A white car was waiting at the end of the driveway, right by the gates. Haneul smiled, curling
against his body as they both strolled down the path of flowers that led outside. The boy was quite
short, enough to only reach around his chest. His slim figure didn't help his size. Only a little push
and his body would helplessly fall to the ground.

"Will I see you again...?" Haneul pleaded in a hopeful question once the driver opened the door for
him and he sat inside. Jungkook stared at the omega for a few seconds. He was keeping up the play
for at least one more date. Then he would ditch whatever the fuck this had been. At least the Chief
wouldn't say he didn't even give it a try.

"Of course."

Jungkook slammed his car door shut and plopped down on the seat. There were hardly any cars
inside the parking lot. After lunchtime, only the workers remained. Jungkook fully undid his tie and
tousled his perfectly gelled hair until dark bangs fell over his face.

He took out the phone after a long silent pause. Thousands of messages from Taehyung and others
lit up the darkness of his car. The alpha scrolled down to the most recent. Minrae. It was still seven
in the evening but most of them were almost done with the training.

Jungkook dropped the device on the seat next to him and sank his head on the steering wheel. It
wasn't him. It was his alpha. The rabid need to end this was stressing him out.

"Shit" he spat as he felt blood on the tip of his tongue. His fangs were baring too much. Jungkook
had gritted his teeth so hard his teeth had pierced his flesh.
He took off his jacket and threw it over the seat over his phone. For a few days, it had felt like he
was over the edge, agitated. Minrae had only made this worse. Jungkook felt like he was going to
explode in his face every time they made eye contact. Even in class, he couldn't resist the urge to
slam him against the wall and hammer his face with his own fists.

But Jungkook would wait. Revenge only tasted good when it was well-cooked. Hitting wouldn't be
enough. He would give Minrae a taste of his own medicine.

Laying his hands over Jimin would be his biggest regret in life and he'd only be aware of that at the
end.

The sound of a message brought him back from his thoughts and the alpha pulled the phone from
its hiding place. One of the omegas he frequented appeared on the screen. Showing just an angle of
her reflection in the window, I'm bored accompanied the pic below. The rain had cancelled any
intention to go out and girlie expect Jungkook to drive her to his apartment.

The alpha scoffed as he rolled up his shirt sleeves up his arm and adjusted the watch on his wrist.
First Minrae and now her. He couldn't catch a fucking break.

Jungkook started the vehicle and shot out of the parking lot, the black car bolting straight as a bullet
over the streets. The alpha squeezed his fingers on the dark leather as he focused on the road, only
one thing flooding his mind.
 ─────── ·Ⅻ· ───────

He didn't known it was possible to burp chips but the taste of tomato and onion crawled up to the
tip of his tongue till Jimin retched in disgust.

Jimin rose to his feet after licking every bit of flavour off his fingers –he had been quite hungry–
and went into the bathroom. A good brushing of teeth with a bit of music playing on the
background and his mouth felt fresh again. He had already showered earlier so all he had left to do
was wash his face. His skincare bottles were neatly arranged on his own shelf. The best part of the
dorms was the enormous space in each room. And thank God. Jimin had so many face bottles, so
many makeup products, and so many body products. Each category barely fit in a suitcase.

He applied the last serum of the day and let it absorb into his now glowing skin.

Jimin was alone tonight. And the next. It felt strange. It was even creepy when one noticed the
darkness of the huge trees that reached his window gave. Naked branches created shadows that
contrasted against the little of what was left from the natural light, reflected on the floor inside the
room. When the lamp was turned off his room looked haunted.

Quietness took over every space inside the four walls. Jimin thew a glance at the door.
Jin really did give the place some energy, because the absence of his annoying comments on what
movie to watch or what to do tonight felt weird.

A yawn that had been trapped in for a few hours escaped the omega's lips. He was sleepy and it
didn't make sense since he had woken up late today. His energy storage was supposed to be still
full. Jimin hadn't done anything interesting all day except buy shoes online—as if the fifty pairs he
had in his house and the thirty in his current closet didn't exist. One of his favourite brands had just
launched a clothing line for this winter and Jimin had spent the afternoon adding orders to the
shopping cart, buying video games that just got released and things that he did not even deserve
with the awful grades he had.

But it wasn't like it had been his fault. Seeing people go to class through the window depressed him
even if Jin sometimes called him a lucky bitch for being able to sleep in the morning while the
omega got ready to go to class. It was true yet not so much either. The emptiness, no, the
silence that took over the dorm corridors every morning was sad. It looked like an abandoned
building and if one added the fact that Jimin had no friends it was even sadder.

He had visited the university gym for the first time. Jimin liked to think that he had worked his
body a little but, truth to be told, all he had done was jog a little on the treadmill and do some
stretching. The place had intimidated him from the start. It was huge. Not even the one in his own
house was that big. Sets of dumbbells of different weights were arranged in the material area. There
were numerous treadmills and much more machinery for legs, arms, thighs, and everything. They
even had medicine balls and many other objects that the omega didn't know about because, well, he
wasn't a gym rat.

Jimin just needed to lose some weight. At least before the damned dinner his mother was so excited
about. She was having a heart attack as soon as she saw his cheeks puffier than usual. Back at home
he had a strict diet cooked by their family chef and of course, arranged too by his mother and
nutritionist. No sugar, no salt, no happiness. Jimin may have as well eaten grass because munching
on some green vegetable that looked just as sad as the plain single spoon of white rice next to it
was fucking miserable.
The omega rubbed his belly in a soft circle and then pinched some of the flesh. The action created a
considerable bulge and Jimin bit his lips, knowing it wasn't because of some random pregnancy nor
because of a heat coming soon. Takeout and pastries made up the remarkable fat under his skin.

Jimin closed all the doors including the entrance. He didn't mind sleeping alone but hopefully, it
was only two nights. Jin's room had a lamp on that the omega had forgotten to turn off so Jimin
went in to do it. The dude's room was a mess. His bed wasn't even set. Clothes were thrown
everywhere, each corner of the floor covered by a different garment. His laptop was nowhere to be
seen and only a trace of his presence lingered inside the room. Jimin still remembered seeing the
agitated omega picking up his things.

"When will you be back?" Jimin couldn't help asking. Jin didn't look at him, he seemed anxious
about whatever he had heard through the phone.

"This Sunday."

He kept shoving stuff inside the suitcase like he was packing for a month-long trip. Jimin leaned
against the door frame. "Will you be okay?"

Jin stopped and then turned to his roommate. "Why wouldn't I be?"

The springs of the bed softly shook his body. Jimin felt like he had just touched the sky as he
slammed his body against the mattress. A little soreness in every joint in his leg flashed on his
nerves but it wasn't as bad as the bruises that got healed. Jimin peeked at the window —where a
soft breeze kept insisting on hitting the glass— and opened it to let in the air. He liked the feeling of
the wind frostiness while he snuggled into the sheets.
Jimin closed his eyes and let himself be seduced by the slightly cold sound of the rain that began to
sparkle on the ground outside. The calm didn't last long when his phone suddenly turned on with a
message notification.

Wanna join us tonight?

The omega squinted his eyes at the bright screen. Were they mental? It was literally raining. Used
to saying no, he tapped an apologetic reply again.

Maybe next time, I'm tired today 😅

He locked the phone and let it rest under the pillow. Jimin stared at the ceiling blankly as he sniffed
in the air. Something smelled good.

It was like a tradition for students to leave the uni every Friday and weekend. It made sense since
the location they were stuck in was the middle of the woods, a good long kilometres away from the
city. Even if the university was equipped with almost everything one could need, five days stuck in
the same area with a tight schedule could kill anyone with boredom.

The two omegas he met that traumatic night had saved his number. It wasn't the first time they
invited him to go out but Jimin hadn't been in the mood for that. Not only did he have a feeling
Jungkook's car would wait outside and the alpha would drag him out of the place by force —but
every time he remembered the man that tried to rape him his breath felt heavy. Jimin had too many
things clouding his mind to go around playing and drinking. His friend was gone – erased from the
face of the earth – and he was still figuring out how to break the imprint Jungkook had put in him.
The shit he kept going through was enough to make the cheerful Jimin become a sad grey cloud
that acted more like a grown adult than someone his age.

Music.

His eyes snapped open again and he didn't even know at what moment he had closed them. It
wasn't a message notification. The sound continued to disturb the quietness in the room until he
reached under the pillow and pulled the device out again. Dae-Hyun's profile picture —showing off
his muscles in the bathroom mirror— nearly blinded him. Jimin needed to find an app to lower
even more this brightness or he was losing his eyesight by the end of the year.

He accepted the call and put the phone over his ear. "I was about to sleep…" Jimin murmured with
a heavy sigh, wrapping the warm blanket around his body. The feeling of his bare legs against the
futon was blissful glory. It reminded him of when Jin had once pointed out how weird it was to
wear shorts in the middle of winter.

Dae-Hyun chuckled. "Sorry sorry, you in your room right?"

"Where else would I be?" The sound of bouncing balls pierced Jimin's ear from the other line.
Titters and shouts could be heard from behind as the constant murmur of the bass, shoes slipping
and intelligible comments were covered by the whirr of a game. "Are you seriously playing
basketball right now? You make me feel lazy."

Just hearing the rain pouring outside made him want to curl in a ball. The rain wasn't very heavy
but it had the considerable force to require an umbrella, and there were people with enough energy
to walk down to the sports building to play fucking basketball. Weirdos. "Even my grandpa has
more energy than you Jimin... But anyway, is Jin there with you?"
"No... He left today."

That seemed to spark Dae-Hyun's attention. "What? Where did he go?"

He was surprised that Jin hadn't said anything to his confidante but it might had been the sudden
rush that made him forget to tell the alpha too. Even if his parents had told him days before the
omega had been on edge the rest of the week. "His parent's house. He's staying for the weekend."

Dae-Hyun went mute for a second. "I didn't know..." The dude sounded quite irritated by that.
"When did he get a call from them? I've been with you two the whole week and didn't know about
this."

"He got the call just a few hours ago." Jimin lied. A sweet whiff reached his nose. The omega
glanced at the door.

"Mm..."

"He seemed in a rush" hurried Jimin to say, trying to make sure the alpha understood the situation
better. "His parents called him out of nowhere. It looked like an emergency–"

Great, Jimin thought. Emergency. As if that didn't sound alarming enough.

"Emergency? Is that why he isn't taking any of my calls?" All trace of fun was gone in Dae-Hyun's
voice. Jimin bit his tongue.

"No... It's not that! He's probably busy..." The alpha didn't seem convinced by the lack of response.
"Listen, he simply went to visit his parents. That's it. Just call him tomorrow and you'll see." The
alpha didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Dae-Hyun?"

"Ok," was finally heard from the other line. "I'll call him tomorrow." His voice sounded weirdly
low like he was distracted by something. "But Jimin..."

"Mmh?"

"You are staying alone this weekend then?"

"Eh? Yes…" the blonde said confused. He looked out the window as he waited for an answer. The
black sky was stripped in thin lines that moved so fast it looked like a long infinite thread. Small
droplets sometimes deviated from their path until they hit the edge of the window.

"Make sure you close the door" warned the alpha. "Minrae is still lurking around."

Jimin knew that. Jin had told him not once but several times throughout the week. The alpha was
like always, surrounded by the same guys and as loud as ever. Jimin didn't know what Minrae was
up to but the dude hadn't done anything after the pool session so there was a glimpse of hope that
he had forgotten about Jimin's existence. "I know. I'm not planning on going out anyways."

Dae-Hyun sighed. "Listen... how about you wait for me... and I sleep there tonight? We can stay
together for the weekend if that makes you feel safer."

Jimin thought about it. It didn't sound bad and he was used to Dae-Hyun's presence in their dorm.
But not only it was forbidden to stay the night at another residence... Jungkook would target him
next. He didn't want to lose another potential friend thanks to that psychopath.

"There's no need." Jimin dragged the curtain and flopped back to the bed. "We can have lunch
together but I rather sleep alone here than put you in trouble for breaking the rules."

"I see..." Dae-Hyun said after a pause. "Then I'll see you tomorrow. Stay safe... please."

"Don't worry," Jimin assured. His eyelids felt so heavy that he saw blurry. "Good night."

His sleep-slurred voice must have been noticeable because the alpha on the other line chuckled.
"Goodnight, Jimin."

The alpha hung up and Jimin was left staring at the screen, heartbeats slowly backpedalling to that
soothing rhythm that made him drowsy. The device fell on his chest as the pressure on his fingers
untied. His nose was itchy but not enough to make him lift a finger to scratch it. Something smelled
good.
Jimin's brain tried to pinpoint the familiarity but the need to fall into slumber overtook any will.

The wind outside was heavy enough to shake every leave inside the treetops. Tall windows left
nothing to the imagination, revealing all of the gloomy landscape outside. A dreary whistle could
be heard hitting the windows.

But it didn't matter.

Jimin used to be afraid of storms, whispering wind and clowns. Like any other kid. Now those fears
were silly things that the powerful imagination of a child created out of thin air.

The feeling of his father's fingers digging into his hair reminded him of his younger self. Jimin let
his head fall into the man's lap, watching him stare at his laptop. Thousands of numbers and texts
appeared in different amounts every time Jimin blinked. He was on the verge of falling asleep.

Jimin couldn't remember how he had ended up asleep on his father's lap. But it had been a long
time since his omega felt this protected. He wished he had the chance to be like this with him every
weekend, just like this one, when his father wasn't this busy and he could cuddle him as he used to
when the bunny was a kid.
But his father's ego was like a crystalline barrier that hit Jimin in the face every time the omega
ran to hug the alpha. The ego, the ladder that he had created between each other would not let him
climb. Jimin was at the very bottom and his father was on that imaginary top.

Alphas are better. They are God's favourite creatures.

Being a prey is a curse.

Omegas should be quiet and docile.

Housework is meant for you.

You should learn to cook like your mother.

Don't tempt other alphas.

At some point in his life... At some point in that year, Jimin had come back from school to a
scowling man that didn't smile that much anymore. And if he did, it was when he shredded Jimin
from his own person.

"Are you falling asleep, sweetheart?" His mother's voice reached from the sofa across the room.
She had a book between her hands, the pages caught in her thumbs dividing the story into two
halves. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders gracefully in soft coils that she always did every day.
Her pastel blue dress made her as pretty as a princess, bringing out the pinkness of her cheeks.

"He is" his father murmured from above, his voice vibrating over Jimin's head. His eyes fell on his
son and the omega stared back. Jimin received a smile.
Sour feelings came back every time he saw those lips curving.

─────── ·Ⅻ· ───────

Sleeping like a baby, the omega lay wrapped under the thick sheets. His lips were parted, little sighs
escaping them each time his chest lowered. Blonde strands fell straggly over his face in a cobweb
of hair that hid his eyebrows. Some saliva trickled down the corner of his mouth, glistening under
the light escaping from the window. Jungkook opened the door even wider. The screeching was
silent. Waking him up would only complicate things but he had made sure his scent covered the
whole room. The omega was too careless. He hadn't even noticed Jungkook was in the room long
ago even while he chatted with Dae-hyun.

He carefully removed him from the bed. The boy's head hung in the air until Jungkook attached
him to his body and all the weight fell on him.

The predator froze as soon as his nose inhaled the hair in the juncture between the omega's shoulder
and neck.
He smelled good.

Getting out of trance, Jungkook picked Jimin up to leave but the sound of footsteps behind him
halted all movement. Giggles. He had noticed them from the hallway. They were barely a whisper
at their distance but their breaths echoed in his head. Jungkook hugged Jimin against his chest and
sat back on the bed. He adjusted him on his lap —his legs on either side of Jungkook's body— and
lowered the black cap around his head.

Two... no. Three omegas. They came from outside and were complaining about the rain that had
caught them. It was still quite early but the season made evenings just as dark as nights.

Jungkook patiently waited until all traces of sound were gone and he focused back on the omega in
his hands. Jimin was drunk in his scent and his body felt dizzy enough to be grasping on Jungkook
as if his life depended on it. It wasn't the blond who was moving but his own omega. He craved
Jungkook's scent like it was a drug. The alpha stared at the soft features for a good minute until he
suddenly closed his eyes, letting his mind wander.

Having that pacifying breathing against his and that blonde head hiding in the crook of his neck felt
right. Each passing second felt shorter than it was. The calm beats against his chest seemed to
speak to him but it was only his head trying to solve what was about ro happen tonight.

Once confirmed that they were gone, Jungkook dropped his head against the blond. He had to leave
now. Take Jimin away from here while Jin was gone and make sure Minrae wouldn't get him. It had
even crossed his mind to cage the omega in his apartment for the rest of the next week, at least for
enough time till the alphas forgot his existence but the squirming bunny between his arms would
get even more feisty and Jungkook had enough in his plate to deal with his bitching.
The waist between his fingers felt squishy. As if he were made of cotton and not flesh and bone.
Jungkook inhaled the bare hollow of the omega sweatshirt and the smell of heavy cream and other
flavoured ingredients felt sour compared to the small glimpse of that well-hidden scent. Jungkook
wanted to lick his neck and bite into that meat until the mating mark was big enough to be seen by
everyone.

He was truly going crazy.

If Minrae hadn't been fucking around, he was coming to the omega dorms any time. The dude had
been cooking his plan for a few days and the only thing stopping him from coming at Jimin was
Jin. "He's too loud" had been his comment. And damn if that wasn't true.

However, the dude wasn't dumb. The initial plan was to invite Jin to go out with other omegas like
they always did and make sure Jimin didn't tag along. Minrae would follow the roommate every
day, watching him like a hawk, waiting for an opportunity. Not only was he into this but the
omegas in the same dorm were just as expectant, sharing information about Jin's whereabouts and
Jimin's exits and entrances. It wasn't all of them but a worryingly amount that wanted Jimin gone.

Seeing Jin's pictures leaving the university with a few suitcases on the group chat made Jungkook's
stomach drop. He had been driving at that time and at some point, the speed had toughened when
he unconsciously pressed the pedal. A fucking Friday and the omega didn't have a better day to
leave Jimin all on his own. The shitty door lock did nothing to protect him and if Jungkook had
gotten a copy of the ID pass the very first-day Minrae wouldn't struggle to get one. Knowing the hit
was aimed at a prey and an omega made anyone interested to be an accomplice.

But the first time had been Jungkook's carelessness. This one would be his very own fault.
He couldn't blow up at Minrae yet. The reaction time was way too close to the pool event and a few
eyebrows would raise. Not only would he get suspected but Taehyung wasn't turning a blind eye to
that. Next thing he would know, his brothers would be at his door. His friend had a loud mouth with
his brother, Namjoon. The alpha had Taehyung grabbed by the balls and Namjoon wasn't exactly
private with the Jeon, especially his brothers.

"Mm..." Jimin sighed into his arms and pressed closer to the alpha. He seemed to like the hardness
of the alpha's body enough to roam his hands over Jungkook's chest and torso like he had lost
something.

The alpha stood up, lifting the blond with him into his arms. His hands hooked into the softness of
his ass. It was an awkward position so he threw the omega's position over his shoulder. His weight
was a joke compared to the weights he lifted daily.

Jungkook grabbed Jimin's phone from the bed and closed the window. The streetlights were already
on. His car was parked at the back gate so the walk was taking him at least three minutes. The
alpha closed the room behind him and walked to the door with the omega hanging from behind. He
went through the messy kitchen, met with snacks and food scraps all over the floor. The whole
place was a mess and it irked him.

Holding Jimin with one hand, he pulled his hood up over his head. The omega almost slipped out
of his grasp due to not having enough support so Jungkook ditched the umbrella he was about to
grab. It wouldn't do.

He ended up coming out of the dorm with only a short t-shirt over his body and the cap covering
half of his face. The hoodie he had worn was now over Jimin's body, covering his head and back. It
looked like he was carrying a corpse but it was the best option. The material was quite thick so the
two layers over the omega's head weren't going to be crossed by the rain in the span of a few
minutes to the car.
The cold hallway echoed as he closed the door. He glanced around and after not sensing anyone,
Jungkook turned back to the stairs. The sleeping omega over his shoulder was so slack against him
that it felt like carrying a dead body. Jimin bounced with each step and at some point, Jungkook had
to stop to adjust him.

Jungkook let his scent wrap around Jimin until he drowned in it just to make sure he was in deep
sleep. The rain continued at the same rate when he left the building but there was no time to waste.
He walked down the darkened path feeling all of his clothes soaking up, gradually sticking to his
skin. The alpha reached the car sooner than expected and opened the back door just wide enough to
get Jimin inside. The interior heating hit his face as he slowly placed the blond on the seat.

Jimin's face was as calm as a baby's as if the rain drumming over their heads wasn't real. The
predator left him sitting there for a few seconds, head thrown over the seat as the omega breathed
softly. Jungkook leaned against the frame of the car and stared at him for a few seconds.

"Fuck" he blurted out, but his voice was barely audible with the rain on top of his head. He arched
his back and brought his lips over Jimin's, kissing him for seconds that felt like the blink of an eye.
The soft plumpy texture against his lips made his focus blurr but Jungkook forced himself to detach
from the sleeping omega.

He whipped the door close and took the keys out of his wet pocket. The hoody was still on Jimin,
who now had his full weight resting on the back of the seat.

The alpha walked around the car and opened the driver's door. The presence of someone behind
them picked his attention.

"Jungkook?"
He turned around to find Taehyung under an umbrella, just a meter away from the car. Jungkook's
vision was half covered by the cap but his face wasn't hidden enough.

Fuck.

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The doors opened and the bald man in a suit walked through the hall heading to a desk, broad
shoulders a bit damp from the rain. Yoongi signaled him to get in with a jerk of hand and glanced
from his spot once the man entered.

"There's news, sir." The alpha swiveled in the seat and slid the glasses down to the bridge of his
nose. The transparent material reflected the document clutched in his fingers. Jimin's ID photo
along with all his data was printed on the paper. "Jungkook went today to a date for engagement."
Yoongi dropped everything in his hands on the table as he shifted more comfortable over the
leather seat. That didn't make any sense. “How do you know it’s for an engagement? He's always
with a different omega every week."

His employee opened the folder in his hand and walked over to the table. Several photos were
scattered on the surface and Yoongi grabbed a handful of them then brought it closer to his face.
“Family members were there too, sir. And the omega's parents."

“You did your research, huh” Yoongi muttered as he stared blankly at the image. The photos
showed Jungkook getting out of his car and entering a restaurant. Other relatives had arrived earlier
and the omega that was meeting the Jeon heir had come over way sooner. A boy with blue eyes and
a petite frame wrapped in a blue suit could be seen entering with his parents. "This says nothing
though" he dropped the papers on the table with a sigh. "It's a restaurant, this could be two different
meetings."

His words didn't shake the beta. The man instead shook his head and brought more pictures out of
the folder. “The other members left and Jungkook was seen with the omega hours later. He even
dropped him to his car.”

Just like he had said, the information didn't lie. The images showed the scenes in that order.
Jungkook held an umbrella over the boy as he looked at him with that sullen expression that Yoongi
had always wanted to break into grief. An engagement? Don't make me laugh. Yoongi tossed the
paper into the pile next to him.

Jungkook had avoided any union ever since he had become heir. One could have thought the alpha
had finally decided to settle down and it might have been from the pressure of their Chief but
Jungkook was just like his brother, as stubborn as a bull. That was why they both had been heirs,
one in the past, the other now. Yoongi had seen him growing up and that kid wasn't dumb. This
sudden pleasant attitude was just an act.
"He won't get engaged with this one." His lackey blinked in confusion.

“But he seemed…” the beta said in a whisper.

The alpha shook his head with a smile. "Nah, that's what he wants his family to think." His gaze
returned to the paper that he had been looking at all day, trying to decipher something that he didn't
even know what it was. "He has always been pressured into marriage and there is no rush for him,
especially now that he's in college." Yes, there was a rule most heirs had to deal with; getting
engaged before a certain age limit. But what would happen if one didn't want to? The most the
Chief was able to do was make a fuss and annoy the shit out of him. Other than that? Nothing. By
law, Jungkook's power was absolute once he had reached the legal age of majority. They could
shame him all they wanted, but no one would move him out of that seat unless he got killed by one
of his brothers. “This little thing…” Yoongi stroked the paper with Jimin's smiling face. Even his
name was cute. “...he plays a big part in all of this.”

Same time. The very moment Jungkook had found out that he had touched Min territory and was
agreeing to be matched? There was another side to this.

However, it still didn't make any sense. Yoongi glanced at the computer screen. Ever since
Namjoon's brother had foolishly handed over Jimin and Jin's profile, things had gotten complicated.
He didn't even know if Jungkook was aware that the prey was now in the hands of the alpha, on
Yoongi's radar.

He had been watching Jimin for several days now. Yoongi didn't have much of a way of observing
him inside the university due to the security inside but the times the omega left the university he
was able to observe his behavior more thoroughly. Just like the other day. He moved the mouse
over the thousands of pics at different angles taken from a far. The boy was oblivious to the car at a
distance that had followed him for hours.
Photos of him eating, speaking on the phone, waiting for a taxi… were collected in the folder that
she had received. His favorite ones so far were with the omega shopping around, his soft features
hardening as he wondered which hoodie was cuter. He was a beauty from every angle and knowing
that Jungkook had discovered that, Yoongi was noticing it too now.

Park Jimin moved gracefully, always with a neat image. Expressive and bubbly, he looked so
different from the boy about to be raped that night. He had that kind of face and body one couldn't
resist wanting corrupt.

Jungkook was interested in him. Yoongi was convinced of that. The bullying report had been made
by Jung Hoseok, who according to the data extracted from his life, was Jimin's best friend. Nobody
had dared to report Jungkook, doing that was just putting on their necks a life sentence. One just
had to take a look at the omega’s friend. Hoseok was now in the hospital, admitted for an attack
that clearly pointed to Jungkook. That made sense. But Jimin? He had not been touched again.

Yoongi slid his glasses back up and clicked on the document named Park on his desktop. He had
been looking at them for days trying to find what was going on. The bullying report had been pretty
much at the start but Jungkook didn't actively bully Jimin anymore judging from the way he had
saved him when the omega visited his club. There simply hadn't been enough time for him to start
behaving this way and suddenly agree to an engagement. His sudden obsession with Jimin was
weird, not just because he had never acted this way but because Park Jimin wasn't a special
diamond.

Jungkook hated preys like any other predator, but he was out there doing the most over a low-
quality cunt.

Jimin's even more detailed profile contained information about him and his entire family. From his
grandmother to his parents and their brothers and sisters. The family profile was nothing out of this
world. They were rich, but not that powerful.
 Preys were never getting that in this society. No matter how much money they pushed down others'
throats to accept them, they still were society's rats.

His family had come a long way, though, especially thanks to his Jimin's father. All the data about
him related to the company showed a great influence towards success. He had graduated from a
good university that wasn't exactly known for welcoming preys. His grades were excellent and he
had tried jumping to politics even with an alpha movement that tried to erase the prey label and
unite alphas by their category. It failed but the man seemed to still hold onto that judging by his
company's rules that didn't allow any predator-prey label inside.

The graphs of all his profits and losses were extensive, just like his stock record.

Yoongi stopped the computer mouse as he looked at the screen with a blank stare.

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The young alpha caressed his own cheek as his nostrils dilated, taking in something in the air.
"You smell… too sweet" he whispered.

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❝ ⅩⅢ ❞
The rain felt thicker than before. Or at least that was the sound that reached Jungkook as small
droplets slid into the folds of his ears. Icy water flowed down his body as if he had stepped into a
waterfall. Tiny droplets escaped from the cap shielding his head, creating a curtain of trickles of
water that fell to the ground, mixing with the rest of the water under Jungkook's feet.

And Taehyung's.

"What are you doing here?" The question didn't shake him. Jungkook had told his friend he'd leave
for family business today. But that had been in the morning. The day was almost ending right now.
Taehyung brushed off his silent answer. "If you are done let's go, the others are waiting for us."

The alpha took a step forward, getting closer to the car in which Jimin slept inside, oblivious to the
exterior. The movement earned a subtle grit of teeth from Jungkook and he tightened his grip on the
hood of the car, fingertips slipping over the cold, wet surface of the vehicle.

"I came to pick up some clothes" he clarified as soon as Taehyung had shortened the distance a step
less. "I'll be staying with my uncle these days."

"What?" Taehyung irked an eyebrow, but Jungkook's facial muscles didn't move an inch. It wasn't
the fear. He didn't feel that kind of thing anymore. It was the need to not look vulnerable, easy to
look through. "What's with your... outfit, dude?" The alpha ran his gaze over the other's attire.
Jungkook only wore a now wet shirt glued to his body and the pants of a suit. And a cap. The
combination was awful.
"Are you deaf? I said I came to pick up some clothes. My suit got stained while I was having
lunch." Jungkook adjusted the cap, looking coolheaded even though his mind was running in
circles trying to get the alpha off his ass. "I came in a rush, didn't even take my jacket." It felt like
someone was stepping on his territory but that stranger was just Taehyung, who would laugh in his
face for doing what he was doing and run to his brother like he always did even when they were
kids. No matter how much confidentiality both predators shared, Taehyung was still eating from
Namjoon's hand. His thoughts cleared as he roamed all the possibilities –the endings– for the
scenario and Jungkook had already chosen the simplest one before his friend spoke again.

"You staying with your family...? Which uncle?" Taehyung finally voiced. Unlike the snake hybrid,
he was dry—covered in a thick puffer jacket. The black umbrella on top of his head shielded him
from the waterfall streaming from the sky, and unlike him, Jungkook was fucking freezing.

The snake hybrid squinted his eyes. "Does it matter? I was called by the Chief alpha for a family
gathering this weekend and I can't just say no. You know how my family is."

"Sure, sure" Taehyung definitely knew. The Jeons were hostile. Especially the Chief, who didn't
even treat guests well. "You keep having these busy weekends... What about Minrae's party?" The
predator took another step forward. Jungkook dropped his weight onto the car, glancing up to the
rain, making sure he looked bothered by the wetness all over him and not the thought of Taehyung
noticing Jimin's face under the glass of the window. He made a mental note to put dark windows on
the car.

A few seconds went by and Jungkook propped himself up to walk over to the predator, just to
snatch the umbrella from the guy's hands. "I'll take this." Jimin was still on the seat sleeping
peacefully, only two meters apart from the other alpha.

"Hey!" Taehyung gasped at the insolence, irritated by the action. "Don't you have your own
umbrella?" Water dropped now over his naked head, wetting every inch of his hair till the soft curls
were slowly getting squashed over his scalp. The alpha advanced towards the car and Jungkook
grinned, checking the time in front of Taehyung on purpose as he sped to his door.

"I'll give it back on Monday, you are a few meters from the dorm anyway" he commented, getting
in the car. Taehyung looked at him in disbelief but Jungkook was already sinking into the driver's
seat and starting the car. He peeked in the microsecond Taehyung was about to come forward and
offered him a grin. "Enjoy the revenge," Jungkook said playfully before the car bolted itself onto
the road. Taehyung was left standing there, the rain a thread on his head while the alpha watched in
amazement as the car grew smaller.

Jungkook turned up the heat and gave another last glance to the face behind him. The whole car
smelled so much like himself that it even bothered the alpha but the omega, instead, was calmed by
it. Enough to not even wake up at the sound of the rain or even the feeling of wetness that almost
reached him. The hoodie had slipped off his face, revealing blushed cheeks from the warmth inside
the vehicle.

Several streets passed and Jungkook still kept peeking at the mirror. All he needed was for those
eyes not to open until he could get Jimin into his apartment and lock him in there. Yes, lock him up,
because someone like Jimin never stayed in place. Everything was a dare to him and that
sometimes sent Jungkook into a turmoil of desire but in others, it pushed him on the edge of
snapping at the bunny.

His phone rang and Jungkook felt thankful that he didn't have it connected to the car's speaker. He
gave a quick glance at the screen, watching how Minrae's name shone repeated times. The dude
was asking to be blocked today.

Jungkook ignored the annoying flashing screen and continued with his attention on the cloudy road
full of cars. The windshield did not stop cleaning the glass over and over again, uselessly dragging
the drops that stuck to the glass views, only to find the job undone by the rain again.
His gaze flickered back at Jimin. He had told himself he wouldn't look at the sleeping omega again
but any sound that came out of those lips in a soft breath caught the alpha's attention. His eyes took
advantage of the second he raised them to the rearview mirror and Jungkook took in the dozing
beauty.

If only Jimin knew what he had just been saved from.

─────── ·ⅩⅢ · ───────

"He isn't answering my calls" groaned Minrae, puffing the cold out of his mouth. At least five trials
to reach Jungkook could be seen on the screen as he scrolled, but the alpha hadn't taken any of his
calls. It wasn't that weird. Jungkook didn't even give him the privilege of a message but calls were
sometimes a pass if the predator was bored and Minrae sought his attention —which was the
twenty-four hours of the day.

Hyungsik glanced at the grey clouds conquering the sky above their heads. The roof of the building
covered his head, sheltering them from the thick autumn rain. "Didn't he say he had a family
gathering this morning?"
Minrae spat on the ground. He had a strange taste in his mouth for the whole week. Rancid. It was
his need for revenge. His eyes shifted to the alpha still dressed in his basketball uniform. The ban
from extracurricular activities was bullshit. The coach didn't count them in but they still could join
the matches even if it wouldn't be added to their physical profiles.

And that fit just right.

Justice warrior was inside, foolishly playing with his friends without the usual basketball uniform.
He didn't get the cold treatment but alphas still had him on their radar.

An alpha defending an omega. What a fucking weakling. It wasn't even his mate, it was a dumb
prey who thought going to college was an option for a lowlife like him.

"I expected him to come back," Minrae muttered. He did. Jungkook had only left wearing a suit but
after discovering the alpha had a whole apartment on the other side of the city, Minrae could bet he
wasn't coming back tonight. But he had hoped he would join the fun at least, like always.

It just felt odd. Jungkook was the one who proposed this kind of thing. Shit, he didn't even propose
them. He went straight for his victims and everyone followed behind, playing along with him in
whatever game it was this time.

Minrae's fear had been cleared, though. As soon as he arrived on Monday he had made sure to
observe Jungkook like a fucking creep. His reactions were so bland. The dude had the same
expression for everything, impassive even when he was fucking Minrae to the ninth cloud.
Seeing him telling Kai to stay in his place almost made Minrae bust right there. It turned him on. It
felt like he had been defended by the Jeon Jungkook. No one received that kind of treatment except
Taehyung and here was Minrae, leading a plan with his alpha's support.

Of course, Jungkook wouldn't react to that bitch getting beaten up. What had Minrae even
thought? Not only was he more important than an omega—as an alpha—but he knew Jungkook
better, worshipped him better than anyone. And after years since high school fighting for his
attention, Minrae was finally important. He was aware that Jungkook did not show his feelings that
easily, but come on... Hyungsik hadn't been in his apartment and not even Taehyung seemed to
know about it either. Add to that not even using a condom. He was gone for Minrae. And soon, he
would even propose to be more than a quick fuck.

Loving him wasn't easy. Jungkook had anger issues, he was cruel most of the time, and he enjoyed
humiliating others -especially using them for his own desires. But no one understood him better
than Minrae.

He would never be presented as Jungkook's official mate. The Jeon would slaughter his head in
front of his own clan. Not even Minrae's family would allow that. Even the thought of his own
parents discovering that another alpha had been wrecking him for years sent shivers all over
Minrae's body.

However, Minrae enjoyed the thought of being a dirty secret. Knowing no matter how many
omegas Jungkook fucked he still came back to him —or rather, allowed Minrae to crawl back on
his lap— made his own alpha purr in joy.

Jimin was just another antistress omega that tonight would be enjoyed by the whole pack.
 ─────── ·ⅩⅢ · ───────

The noise created by the prattling of the servants felt unreal. Like the sounds outside the surface
when one sank his head into the pool. It was real, though.

The bodyguards waiting for him at the gates of the university gave away what was going on. And
the amount of guards now surrounding every corner had only made it more clear. However, Jin felt
like he was dissociating. The uneasiness made the same dining room he had his happiest moments a
haunted place.

Why that was happening was a mystery, though. It hadn't been that long since he'd been home. One
month. Just one and a little more. The days had passed quickly, fleetingly. Jimin was the main
reason. He made the omega's day a little brighter. But it didn't help anymore.

The reality of his situation was now here. Staring back at him. Crushing him against the cold
marble floor of the house he enjoyed living in with his lovely family.

No Jimin. No Dae Hyun. No one. He was back at the cradle of his problems.
Home.

No, not home.

His mother's heels could be heard in the corridor, advancing like a galloping bull until she inched
her horns to the omega. As if Jin was covered in a deep red that marked him out like a bull's-eye.
And damn if his mother didn't have a good aim.

Tac tac tac tac.

She was mad. Jin just knew. The sharpness of each step through the back corridor walls felt like a
wave of power crushing down Jin's shoulders, reminding him about the many possibilities held at
gunpoint over his head.

But why would she be?

College? Jin didn't need perfect grades. He didn't have that obligation. As long as he graduated his
family didn't ask for more. He was an omega after all. An omega that wouldn't work anymore, he
wouldn't have any of those privileges only alphas were allowed to benefit from.

But then the biggest worry of them all, crumpled up with the rest in the back of his mind, slipped to
the front. And Jin had to hide the panic that pierced his lungs as his breath thickened. Taehyung.
Taehyung and him.

His father hadn't made eye contact with him ever since Jin had arrived. Butlers came and went,
preparing his room while bringing in changes of bed, and new curtains. But his father just sat there,
eyes on the ground as he drowned in his thoughts. Jin couldn't help puffing again, the worry of his
family knowing about Taehyung choking him on the spot. Yet his father's eyes did not even dart up
once.

"Your mother is here" the man in front of him suddenly said. The same man who always received
Jin with a big smile every time he came home. The same who cooked any meal, even though they
had servants for that, just to see Jin happily munching on it. Jin felt fresh shame, and even before,
but the reality of his situation had never hit as hard as now.

He was doomed.

His brown eyes flickered forward from where he was sitting and his face contorted in horror. Fuck.

His mother's expression was stern. So much that her face was frozen with rage, to the point where
she seemed captured in a photo and Jin wasn't seeing her in the present. High, pointy heels pierced
the ground with that icy, tyrannical, dominating noise.

"Mom" escaped his lips at the sight of her closing the distance between them and Jin tried to give
her his best smile. His father finally raised his head and although Jin didn't glance at him, way too
concentrated on the alpha, he felt the huff of his scent. How the sweetness of it turned sullen. "I
missed you—"
The sound was arid. It reached deep in his consciousness like it had woken him up from the
slumber he had been living in the past weeks. Her long nails almost tore his skin with the slap and
even though that did not happen, the pain of the hit felt like a drum over Jin's cheek. The tingles
flashed over his cheek, painfully making him irk his lips in a pained frown.

The omega was horrified. He darted up again, covering his face pathetically, eyes starting to water
from the shame building up on his chest. Everyone was watching. His father. The servants over the
windows.

"Mom—"

Another smack crossed his face and this time, right before recovering from it, Jin was being hit
again, and again.

"How could you do this to us!?" His mother's voice sounded like a roar and soon her teeth became
fangs, eyes gleaming with anger as she fully threw herself at her son.

Jin fell to the ground from the punch and a sob escaped him. His mother hit him so hard his face
was getting as red as her eyes. No one made the attempt to stop her. Not even his father.

But Jin didn't try to explain himself. The least he could do was suck it up. They knew about
Taehyung. They knew about his cheating on Namjoon and now the consequences would only target
his own family. By law, Jin could get killed and even his parents if the issue was taken to a lawyer.
"Please…" he muttered with a sob. Jin couldn't feel his face from the impact. The punch aimed at
his face, making a trail of blood slip from his nose. The metallic-flavoured liquid met his taste
buds, intermingled with snot escaping from his nose. Jin shook with each sob as his mother just
stared angrily over his head.
"We gave you everything. Everything." The timbre in her voice gave no room for forgiveness. Her
gaze was so hostile it made her own son feel like an enemy to her.

Jin couldn't even feel his cheek.

"Clothes, cars, anything you wanted was provided to you immediately" Jin's mother breathed
through her erupted nostrils, finally backing off on her sharp heels as her red hand hung flexed,
ready to slap Jin again. "I've worked so hard just to make you happy, make sure no one could
shame you for being less than any other omega." Her lips quivered with rage, and she gritted her
teeth between her red dark lipstick. "Make you proud of our family, so no one could look down on
you."

Her mate sobbed behind the alpha and Jin finally batted his attention to the older omega. The sight
hammered his heart. Tears, misery. He looked so sad. So disappointed.

Jin swallowed the sour ball bulging in his throat. Breathing felt hard. All this was embarrassing.

"I gave you the best education" his mother continued and sighed with anger vibrating on every inch
of her body. "But I should've listened to Chief alpha."

His mother, contrary to what she had been advised, let Jin enjoy his freedom. Go out with his
friends. Hang out with Daehyun even though he was an alpha. She let him stay in that mixed high
school and even allowed him to enjoy the college life. All with a single condition.
Don't break my trust.

But it was too late. Jin was a hungry whore for the ephemeral fun that drinking with other guys
gave him, fucking around because no one would know anyway. Virginity tests weren't a thing
anymore and if he was allowed to calm his heats with dildos, his family had no way to guess if he
had slept with anyone else. The remainder of the number of guys that had been inside him crawled
up on his mind, and Jin prayed that his mother didn't know about that too.

If it reached the news his family would hit rock bottom. "Clubs." Jin glanced up, eyes shaking in
panic as he feared another hit coming. "Drugs. Alcohol. Alphas."

"How could you do this to us?" His father asked with a quaking voice. Jin pressed his lips in a thin
line. The heaviness of his own humiliation was bound to affect his family too.

"Your fiancé was even kind enough to allow you to get another few years of education." The alpha
turned to her mate and sat next to him, crossing her long legs as the red sole of her heels was
revealed under her hung foot. "But you are a greedy bitch, just like every damn omega", she
murmured as she crossed her arms, staring down at her son with disgust. "I'm still ashamed of the
amount of times I had to apologize to your alpha. Do you have any idea of how humiliated I felt?
An alpha insulting my pride, my family, the education we have?"

Namjoon knew. Jin truly wished he had never met that man, even if that meant never getting to
know Taehyung. An alpha that was kind enough to allow his fiance out there only meant that he
was waiting for Jin's downfall. The same disgusting alpha that spied on him even when he was in
high school, staring at his naked legs when he came back from playing tennis. The same guy who
had groomed him in the middle of the kitchen on their family dinner, whispering in Jin's ear that he
couldn't wait to tear apart that tight hole.

Jin got up from the ground, embarrassed, but his mother's voice cut any action. "You can stay there.
There'll be no more university for you anyway."
"Mom... please" Jin begged, remorse taking over his shaky voice as he couldn't even raise his eyes
from the ground.

But the alpha looked done with him.

─────── ·ⅩⅢ · ───────

Jungkook dropped the omega's phone on the sofa and sat on the chair. He had checked it a few
times while Jimin slept. There was no special reason except knowing what he had been up to and if
there was any alpha threat he had to take care of.

His attention flickered back to the body sprawled on the couch. He had planned to put the bunny in
the guest room but the idea of letting Jimin sleep on the same mattress on which he had fucked a
few omegas after that night didn't sit right with him. And Jungkook's own room was an absolute no.

Jimin almost purred with the scent lingering over his nostrils, too comfortable with Jungkook's
scent. The aroma was starting to get sweeter. The need to caress that soft blond hair did flash in
Jungkook's muscles but he had to stop himself before his own alpha ended up jumping the omega.

His eyes returned to the screen. Jimin's chats were so diverse depending on the other person's
identity. Jin, Daehyun and many more. There were some that he recognized, like the profile
pictures of omegas from another class that Jungkook had met before, and others that seemed like
friends unknown to him. The dates of their last conversations lined up one after another. Jimin had
chats from months ago as if he hadn't contacted anyone outside of the university since he started
college. His mother, who only had a landscape as her profile, only sent Jimin pictures of herself and
old-fashioned clothing recommendations, news about kidnapped omegas and constant messages to
her son to be careful.

The last contact was "Hobi". Clicking on it revealed a one-sided conversation in which Jimin just
kept asking for his whereabouts. Jungkook scrolled down the anxious tone on every message and
couldn't help but grin at the sight. Desperation could be sensed over Jimin's chats. It bothered him
the constant obsession over that fucking beta but knowing that bitch was currently rotting in a
hospital bed made him high with satisfaction. Reporting Jungkook was never crossing that beta's
head again. The alpha didn't even care that much about that anymore. Jungkook was still fixed on
the fact that a beta's dick was the very first to take Jimin's virginity.

He probably got off to the thought that he owned Jimin first but there wouldn't be a second time.

Jungkook got into the gallery, in which he hadn't dug before. The last time he hadn't done much
more than check the omega's conversation with Kai and adding his own contact.

The app opened over the whole screen, revealing thousands of images, all covered with the omega's
faces. In some of them Jin appeared with a silly face next to the blond, but most of them were
individual. Cats, screenshots about products, and even some subtle nudes. Jimin better prayed
Jungkook wouldn't find out if those pics had reached any alpha because tracking down old deleted
messages wouldn't take him longer than a day with the right motivation.
After checking photo by photo like a personal museum, Jungkook engraved every image in his
brain like they would be deleted from the phone any time. The beauty in each image—no, the
intimacy that each image brimmed with made him eager for more, waking up another need to erase
them all so no one would have access to them but him. Only him. Jungkook couldn't help imagining
receiving these from the pretty omega himself, only for the alpha's own pleasure. Exclusively for
Jungkook.

"Heh" escaped his lips once he made up his mind. Not giving it a second thought, the alpha typed
in his contact again and sent every single picture to his own phone. From Jimin's pics in the
bathroom, wet hair still dripping as his lips formed a pout, to the photos of him in his own room,
his reflection in the mirror showing off his outfits. Jungkook sent all the intimate photos where
Jimin showed his ass in an inviting position. In many of them, he wore tight underpants and even
lingerie designed for male omegas.

As soon as he made sure his phone saved every image, Jungkook deleted them from Jimin's phone.
The predator already had them so Jimin didn't need any anymore. The purpose was done.

"Mm…" the blond next to him muttered, stealing Jungkook's attention back to him. The alpha
stared at him for a good long minute and finally gave in to his impulses, dropping a hand into that
hair. The way he was lying on the sofa, only the thin pyjamas covering him, made him look even
more vulnerable. Jungkook erased traces of his messages but left the contact back there again
before plopping the phone back on the couch.

His footsteps could barely be heard under the heavy rain that stained the long, wide windows. He
approached Jimin, lying once again over not touching the omega, and buried his nose in the crook
of the boy's neck. The alpha was still damp from the rain and the coldness on his body would only
wake the boy out of his sleep… but Jungkook couldn't help it right now.

The shirt slipped out of his body with a quick yank and soon fell on the ground in a soft thud. The
sight under him made the dampness over his skin dry out, boiled by the hot tide of lava that flooded
his veins that the pretty little thing caged between his legs created.
Under that long shield of lashes hid the eyes that made any alpha lose their shit for a glimpse of
attention. Not even nicotine pulled this kind of craving —no, need— out of him.

The alpha lowered his hand to the edge of the pyjamas and slipped his fingers into the crack of the
thin cloth. He dragged the fabric upward, revealing a bare chest that pleaded to be touched. But
Jungkook was just checking if the venom had worked. And it did.

It didn't make sense that the poison skipped the memory. Even less when Jimin had such a strong
imprint over his body. This had never happened before and even his own alpha was silent about it.
Jungkook felt confused and that... bugged him in a certain way.

The alpha let his body fully sink onto the couch, face a few inches from Jimin. He wrapped the slim
waist into his arms and sniffed like a hungry wolf over the thin neck, shamelessly invading the
omega's space. Jimin's heartbeat drummed against his nose, the artery on his neck pulsing under
that soft sweet skin.

If the memory had escaped the poison that only meant something had switched. Jimin reacted the
same as before against the deadly liquid but Jungkook needed to make another test.

His fingers caressed the velvety waist under the pyjamas, leaving a cold trail over the omega's skin.
Jungkook kissed Jimin's temple unconsciously, lost in the reverie of his thoughts as he caressed the
bunny up and down. The blond head rested on his chest, half-open lips blowing foggy rashes of
warm air over the alpha's naked body. Jungkook needed to take a shower, a cold one just to ease the
rising temperature that made his thoughts zoom in on the dirtiest places possible. But the bunny
between his hands felt like the most important priority.

"Mm..." Jimin rasped, still numbed. His nostrils flared in a soft motion, deepening into the sugary
fragrance coming from the naked chest. He pushed even closer, and his hands shifted to embrace
Jungkook, tugging the alpha with a force that stole the breath from the predator's lungs. It was just
a hug yet the sensation of his fingers digging into Jungkook's waist —lips only a few breaths away
from the alpha's heart— made the predator go rigid for a second. An unnerving hot tide of flush
reached his neck and for some reason he suddenly felt too vulnerable in the position.

Jimin's button nose was only inches away from the predator's collarbone, his weight on Jungkook
forging a wave of discomfort sliding down the alpha's spine.

The realization of why his face was starting to burn made Jungkook grunt in annoyance, relieved
that the omega was sleeping. The scent reaching his nose —laced with that sour sweetness only
Jimin had— and playing with his hormones made Jungkook feel like a fucking teenager. Teeth
pressed in a locked jaw, eyes going dim as Jimin hugged him even tighter. He was about to lose it.

"Fuck" Jungkook pulled the boy even closer to his body. The proximity was almost impossible,
their bodies glued to the point not a particle of air slipped between them. The drum of the omega's
heartbeat sank into his buzzing senses like he was holding the boy's heart in his hand. Jungkook
had no idea why his face felt so hot but his alpha was purring in satisfaction, excited over
something both human and animal parts knew wasn't going to happen.

Jungkook pecked the pillowy lips a few times before he finally gave up and allowed himself to
relax around the omega's touch, eyes slowly dropping as he fell into a deep slumber. His mind kept
trying to warn him about how close Jimin was but the bulge in his pants sought even more of that
sweet hotness.

His consciousness faded. The smell had him so soothed his muscles couldn't even help him lift an
eye. Jungkook knew he needed to get up but he just couldn't.

This sensation had tormented him for days. Even on Monday, he had been all over the place
seeking Jimin like some hungry whore. The word seemed to snap him out of sleep and the predator
glanced, once again, at Jimin. Something untied in his chest every time he had the omega between
his arms, close to his heart. His mind surrendered the control that Jungkook hated losing and the
reactions he hated yet sought so much burned into his senses. This is what made Jungkook stay
away from the omega for days, to put back the pieces of him that had broken out of his control.

Claim him.

It couldn't be his rut.

Not again.

Jungkook ran his hand through the pages.

The clock on the back had been going around the same circle for too long, each number taking an
hour from his day. Half the book in his hand was already ingrained into his brain. The graphics,
equations and thousands of physics problems danced in his head as Jungkook's eyes wandered over
the next page, hand holding an almost empty pen, ready to solve the next equation.
Tomorrow he had an exam. He had been studying for days. No, more. Every day closer to the exam
Jungkook got even busier. Less time to go out, less time to interact with others, and less time to
leave his room.

It was better this way. He needed to focus away from his new fixation.

Jungkook dropped the pen and ran his hands over his face. Every time he closed his eyes a
silhouette was formed by the flashes of light under his eyelids.

He dashedly blinked. Jungkook couldn't afford to let his mind wander there right now.

A weary sigh emptied his lungs.

Knock Knock

The sound from outside brought back his attention, eyes turning to the glass-gated entrance. "Your
coffee, sir" informed the butler, leaning out from the edge of the long doorway. His white gloves
clutched the mug the alpha had ordered minutes before. Jungkook slumped his shoulders and got
up. The reaction earned a surprised hush from the servant. He was supposed to put the tray on the
table but Jungkook didn't want anyone in his room right now.

Snatching the cup from the beta's hand, he pushed the man out of the room. "You can leave now" he
murmured, shutting it in his face.
The door slam returned his isolation back to its place. Jungkook was alone, once again. The black
beverage in the ceramic cup reflected his face, staring back at a boy with black eyes, long raven
hair and a still healing piercing on his lip. His eye bags looked heavy and dark against his skin.
Jungkook appeared haggard. He knew why. His fingers tightened on the surface so much that the
scalding heat of the coffee grazed his nerves through the cup and feeling that it finally burned him,
he set it down on the desk.

The alpha let his head hang over the edge of the couch and stared up at the ceiling. The high walls
of his room were comforting in a way. They had seen him in his worst state, crawling in pain and
sometimes crying with hatred. The huge crystal that separated him from the outside had seen
Jungkook pathetically look out the window every time he was punished. It was like his very own
nest even if that was an omega concept.

The whole room smelled of him to the point it could even make another alpha puke. The servants
had been uncomfortable the first few days the fever had hit Jungkook. The smell made the omegas
blush, triggering slick out of them, and he had managed to make even the betas feel threatened. Not
even fucking managed to turn the fire off his body and brain. The lingering smell came from each
object in the room and opening the windows still didn't help to kick it out. It was like Jungkook had
been jerking off day and night on every corner.

It wasn't far from the truth. The young alpha had been hit by a frenzy of lust ever since that moment
and no amount of medicine made his high sex drive go away. It wasn't even a rut, it was scalding
liquid metal melting his veins inside out to the point his cum staining his pants at any thoughts
related to those few seconds.

Jungkook had been on edge for a few days and it was not because his brother had been nominated
as the heir —surprisingly. His mind was fixated on something else. He regretted going there, that
night. He should never have set his attention in that direction.

In the blink of an eye, the walls seemed to shrink on him when the craving hit him again. Jungkook
huffed a groan as he searched the room for the pack of cigarettes. The coffee was already getting
cold but he ditched the drink over a quick smoke. Tired of the depressing room atmosphere, the
young alpha found himself strolling out of the room to leave his self-made prison.
He went downstairs after taking a shower. Jungkook's scent remained pungent but the smell of cum
was gone at least. The maids paced the corridors as always when there was a visit. Crossing it with
stuff in their hands. Blankets, candles. They had to prepare the chamber for the guest even if it
wasn't confirmed that his brother was staying.

Jungkook and his little brother were the only ones left in the Jeon manor. Most of his siblings had
already become independent. Everyone had their place in the company, put by Eunwoo and Father.
Weddings had been frequent recently because of that. They were in no hurry to get married, but it
was convenient for them to snatch the business from their omegas' families.

To the Jeon pack's surprise, Jungkook had received tons of marriage invitations. But the young
alpha didn't try to meet any of the omegas. It wasn't like his choice mattered, his father would
decide for him anyways. He couldn't do what he wanted. Even less if it affected the family.

"Jungkook," his mother's voice from down the hall drew his attention away from his smoking
routine. The alpha stopped in his tracks, hands in his pockets as he thrust the cigarette between his
lips. The tall, lean omega in front of him looked so different from him—so much Jungkook
sometimes wondered if they even shared blood at all.

He didn't answer, but his pause let his mother understand that he was listening to her. The raven-
haired woman smoothed a lock of hair over her shoulder and walked toward him with that gentle,
submissive pace. "You should go see your brother" she proposed with an apologetic tone, eyebrows
slowly furrowing to a worried expression. "It's been long since we had him at home."

Home.

Jungkook had to roll his eyes. The whole manor was called home only when Eunwoo was there.
Jungkook didn't count. The house could be empty in his presence for their eyes, especially for his
so-called mother.
"Do I look like I give a fuck?" Jungkook snarled. His hefty scent burned with the rising annoyance
the omega in front of him was creating. Eunwoo this, Eunwoo that. That fucker didn't even deserve
to be the heir. He wasn't even the best of the best. His grades weren't perfect like Jungkook's. His
looks weren't unmatched like him. He wasn't a good leader. All fucking Eunwoo cared about was
destroying other people's lives. More specifically, Jungkook's. To take anything from Jungkook and
destroy it in front of him. Snatch any success from his hands and humiliate his little brother to filth.

"Don't be like this, Jungkook," his mother insisted as she took another step closer. That was the
closest she had ever been to her son. "You both are too old for these tantrums."

"So eager to please him" The alpha raised his hand and placed it on the omega's shoulder. His
fingers caressed the naked skin of his mother's shoulder and he dug in it till the woman gasped in
pain. "You might as well present yourself to my brother. He's into that."

The last sentence made her wince, the perfection of her make-up crumbling in disgust. She was
always like this around him. Even when he was a kid.

Jungkook marched past her and came down the stairs, trying to light up the cigarette in his mouth
as each step made the lighter flame whirr. The alpha glanced at the open living room surrounded
by long raw silk couches. The balcony to which the upstairs stairs opened circled the entire huge
enclosure. Eunwoo's head peeked out from below, only the back of his neck visible. Father sat in
front of the oldest brother but soon his eyes met Jungkook's.

"Jungkook, come sit with us." Father didn't look at ease. Jungkook had noticed how uncomfortable
the old predator was around Eunwoo a long time ago, along with the fact that all that annoying
pressure on Jungkook was to make him the heir. He had failed the task and now Father was stuck
with Eunwoo.
"No." His response was the usual. He couldn't stand him. He couldn't stand Eunwoo and the man
was pretty aware of that. Everyone knew that, actually. Rumours said it was jealousy but Jungkook
simply wanted him dead. Not only was he the strongest alpha in the family but Jungkook had
developed an obsessive need to be perfect that his brother's superiority complex created. He was
the one who deserved to be sitting there. He was the one who should have gone to all those
meetings and it was he who had to choose his omega.

His ears tingled. Jungkook pressed the now damp cigarette between his lips and went on with his
walk.

"Did you enjoy the party?" In a heartbeat those crystal eyes darted in his direction, pinning him to
the spot with a nasty grin. Eunwoo was a pain in the ass. You just couldn't stand him. His existence
was a nuisance, a plague in the world that was impossible to get rid of. Only God knew how many
times Jungkook fantasized about torturing him till the asshole met his Maker.

The alpha paused his stroll, standing in the middle of the glass balcony above their heads. Party.
He shouldn't have gone to that place at all. Jungkook had sentenced himself that very night.
"There's nothing to enjoy with you around" he commented as he took a drag, resting his arms on
the curb. The hoodie over his body slipped until the laces were dangling. Jungkook still didn't break
eye contact.

All his brothers had light eyes and slight fairness in their appearance. But Jungkook, like the
fucking black sheep of the family he was, looked cursed. Black snakes weren't a favourite.

"You looked pretty... nervous" Eunwoo muttered from below. His brother crossed his legs, chilled in
contrast to that pristine image. His hair was combed to one side, perfect looks that still couldn't
erase his filthy scent. The dude smelled hideous no matter how much cologne he showered in.

And once again that white sharp set of lily-white teeth appeared before Jungkook like a music box
at the end of its song. But the clown jumping out of it was his brother and every memory he had
ingrained into Jungkook.
The younger alpha blew the smoke out of his lips, trying to not lose his shit over those words. It
seemed like an innocent comment but it wasn't.

Nothing was innocent when it came to Eunwoo. Not even his touch.

A wave of disgust churned in his stomach and Jungkook breathed through his nose in a soft
chuckle. This was sickening. At what point in his life had he normalized having this man around?

"Jungkook doesn't like crowded places," remarked his father as he grabbed a glass of whiskey from
the maid who had just brought a tray. The girl bent down to place it on the centre table and the now
heir alpha didn't lose the chance to stare at her ass.

"That's too bad" commented Eunwoo and his eyes wandered around the curve of the omega placing
the glasses and bottles carefully on the table. "I need you present in my wedding."

Jungkook's gaze shifted to Father, arching an eyebrow. The alpha nodded. "Your brother is
choosing his mate soon."

No way.

Eunwoo hated engagement. He was the kind of guy that followed no rules. The Chief wasn't even
pressing him to marriage yet. Eunwoo was so unbearable that the omegas had to be forced to be
with him, not even his venom being enough to deal with his shitty putrid personality.
The doubt in his expression caused a brisk laugh from Eunwoo. "I put my eyes on a very cute one"
he announced sweetly but that tone was tainted with malice. "You'll definitely like my choice" His
eyes gleamed with a deviant light when he stared back at Jungkook. An uneasy feeling ran through
the younger alpha. "We have the same taste, after all."

A ball seized in Jungkook's throat. That tone, that timbre in the air as his lips moved slowly,
caressing each word that passed them, gaze never leaving his little brother.

Jungkook wished —for the first time in his life— to be wrong.

─────── ·ⅩⅢ · ───────

"Well, if it isn't our justice warrior!" Daehyun seemed to notice them only after they got close
enough to the materials room. The boy turned in a fleeting moment and his eyes turned pale once
he captured Minrae's presence.
Minrae and a few other alphas.

The alpha didn't give him time to react. The heavy blow with the metal bar shattered his
consciousness in a second and he fell to the ground in a daze, clutching the back of his neck in
horror as his knees buckled to the ground, shaky from the sudden hit. Minrae wasted no time
turning to the others, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Time to fest."

The impact rocked him to his core. The boy couldn't even grasp what was happening before his
face was getting smashed with someone's foot. The kicks didn't aim at his stomach but at his face.
The hard thud of the shoe against the bones of the alpha's nose caused a cold, crashing noise.
Daehyun just fluttered his eyes shut, clenching his jaw to keep any sound from escaping. Shielding
himself somehow. Someone was recording.

Minrae couldn't wait to have material of Daehyun. Even if Jungkook didn't want any of the videos
out, Daehyun was a free pass. He would share it everywhere, make his family have to withdraw
him from college just to save their pathetic pride.

"This is what happens when you try to be the nice guy" he laughed, bringing himself closer to
Daehyun's swollen face. The dude could barely raise his eyes to the tiger hybrid, the palpitating
swelling of his eyelid becoming too prominent for that.

Daehyun didn't break eye contact, shamelessly letting out his anger in that animalistic gaze. The
state he was in was miserable but the ravenous fury those brown eyes spat didn't match that energy.
His hair was pinned up, forbidding him from lowering his head. His arms were locked, and his feet
were the same. He was completely immobilized, exposed to the blows that Minrae kept sending his
way. And still, he had that fierce glare.

"You'll meet your own end soon Minrae," he stated, his voice steady and firm. It didn't sound like a
threat but there was this feeling of a premonition in those words. And that made Minrae raise his
fist to the air, flexing every muscle to its core just to pour it all in a sharp hit, smashing the alpha's
cheekbone with a cold punch.
"Fucking retard" he spat out angrily. The fact that Daehyun wasn't asking for forgiveness bothered
him so, so much. He needed to see him in pain, submitting to Minrae with some begging.

Daehyun spat out the blood that trailed from his bitten tongue. His teeth shone red, saliva mixed
with the splattered blood, along with a split lip. It wasn't enough.

Minrae needed more.

He grabbed the steel bat and raised it into the air. "Let's see how well you react to this one" he
whispered as his lips broke in another wide, wicked smile. The metal bar picked up speed as it cut
down the air particles in its path, aiming straight on the alpha's skull. The sound would have sent
shivers to anyone but Minrae enjoyed it. The pain got Daehyun wrinkling at his expression from
the pain, the severe headache he just received throbbing on every side of his brain. Minrae
chuckled. If he thought this was the end, Daehyun was in for a ride.

"Take him there" Minrae ordered and leaned back after hitting the alpha's face again with the metal
bar. He had thought of heating the metal first even, making the wolf's skin burn with each hit. But
now he had to bring the main show to join Daehyun.

Jimin better prayed to survive the night.

Several pushed themselves inside like a barricade to a concert. Getting through the door had been a
piece of cake. All it took was asking one of the older students for a copy —making clear the
request came from Jungkook— and Minrae already had a duplicate of the card. Park Jimin and Kim
Seokjin were written on the edge of the metal plate which covered an electronic board that
unlocked the door.
A messy room met them but Minrae didn't even give it an ounce of attention. He was hungry in
hatred, starving to see that bitch howling in pain on the ground. He had even planned to walk him
around the campus for everyone to see, and then share the omega with every alpha in their
fraternity.

Hyungsik raised his arms and the bar between his fingers ripped through every object in its path.
The television fell to the floor with a thud, along with all the glass in the living room cabinets. The
action seemed to cheer up all the alphas and soon a commotion of people formed inside the dorm.

"Jiminnnnn!" Minrae crooned as he rapped on the closed door with his knuckles. A few alphas
waited anxiously for the boy to open and jump him, shred him from his clothes and force their
dicks inside. Minrae had promised them many things but every pledge had vanished into thin air
when the alpha smashed the door open and only found emptiness.

"He's not here!?" almost screamed Minrae, angered. Did that bitch know about tonight?

"It's Friday. He must've left to a club or something" Hyungsik mumbled, peeking out. "Let's just
wait for him."

"We could leave someone here to tell us when he comes back" another guy intervened. Minrae
searched the room carefully. The bed was unmade as if someone had been sleeping in it not more
than an hour ago. All the omega's belongings were inside. Everything was weirdly calm for
someone who had left to go outside. His slippers remained on the ground right below the bed. Even
his umbrella was hanging next to his jacket. The bunny's purse and every single thing one would
take to go outside was... there.

He tried to give it more thought, but the eagerness of the clamour behind him led Minrae to the
conclusion that nothing was wrong. Jimin would be welcomed by a destroyed room so the damage
would be done anyways. However, he had hoped to see the omega shrinking in pain as all his
friends took turns ravishing him.
"Jungkook will be disappointed," he said under his breath but still proceeded to go on with the
initial plan. Destroy everything in his way and then visit Jungkook to get his reward.

They ripped up the sofas and threw them out the window. The table was smashed to smithereens.
Minrae yanked the curtains to the ground and some others even decided to throw outside the
corridor Jin's bed after leaving his room a pathetic mess. Everything had been busted. His clothes
were all burned. His t-shirts, jerseys and jackets had all been ruined. The frames with family photos
were shattered against the floor and thrown out the window.

"Look at that" one of the girls laughed as she took a dildo out of the closet. Minrae pulled out his
phone to record and the alpha started explaining that this was Jin's room, the campus whore.

"Shouldn't we give a speech?" Hyungsik intervened after breaking the computer on Jimin's desk.
"Every guy that fucked him" he proposed with a mischievous smile. "And then we post it."

A loud shriek erupted in the hallway and the alphas pivoted with excitement to do it. Hyungsik
grabbed the phone and started recording as every dude in the group joked about their experience
dicking down omega and how bad Jin was giving head. "Make sure to tag his family when you post
it. Just search for the company's name" clarified Minrae as he went back to Jimin's room.

His once nice space was now a mess. His closet was pockmarked with punches from the alphas
playing around. His bed was ripped everywhere, with traces of spits all over it. The vanity mirror
was smashed and all his electronic devices were ravaged.

It was what he deserved.

No one talked back to Minrae without biting the dust at the end. An omega and a fucking prey —on
top of that? Come on, Minrae thought. Just the idea that he had been suspended from any
extracurricular activities for that little shit was crazy.

"See this is why my omega kids will be homeschooled" Hyungsik intervened with a yawn as he
typed something on his phone. Minrae peeked at the screen, finding out that the video was getting
uploaded to the internet. "I don't want a whore shaming my family lineage."

"I wouldn't even let it be born" Minrae joked and smashed the window pane with his bat. "Our
alpha hero must be missing us" he commented as he tapped his friend's shoulder.

"Let's go."

"You promised me a good fuck" shot Hyungsik back, though the alpha followed Minrae around the
dorm.

Minrae had spoken with a good amount of omegas by the end of the week. If they wanted to join
the gathering and see Daehyun getting tortured, they needed to pay. And the only payment the
steamy hormonal alphas around him wanted was sex.

"They'll gladly suck your dick" assured Minrae, smashing the door on his way. All the alphas
followed him, dividing the beer that fell to the ground among them, overflowing with each
movement.
"Or just make them. Since when do we need to ask?" Another alpha came between the two. Minrae
grinned as the three of them crossed the corridor, followed by a bunch of predators. Some omegas
unaware of what was going on peeked their heads from their doors. A few screams could be heard
at the back as some alphas would get into their rooms, grabbing them around.

Minrae walked down the stairs, feeling triumphant. It had been satisfying even if the bunny bitch
had run away from them. They had even planned who would fuck him in turns and even the
punching game that only Daehyun would enjoy tonight at the end. It didn't matter anymore. That
luck would never be on that omega's side again.

—---

His body felt heavy. It was as if there was a car on top of him. His muscles were tight under his
skin and with every breath he felt like he was getting less air. Jimin snapped his eyes open, trying to
see what was going on.

Black walls welcomed him. A fireplace inserted in black marble was burning. The temperature
inside the room was reaching a dangerous peak. Above them, a huge television occupied the entire
wall but Jimin couldn't catch his own reflection from his position. The floor was covered by a
designed inlaid floor, meticulously arranged in lids.

Ripped pants and briefs laid on the ground, completely torn apart. Jimin tried to move his neck but
it was an impossible action.

Why did he feel so heavy?

It was at that moment that Jimin's gaze finally darted down. And it was in that second that his
consciousness fully woke up, enough to realize that he wasn't in his room. Something was tightly
wrapped around his body.

What?

Jimin looked once more at the area. This wasn't the omega dorm. This was... Jungkook's apartment.

"Eh?" Jimin stirred in his spot but the long arm across his chest had him pinned down on the couch.
He felt every muscle on the skin of his back. From the coldness of the body on top of him to the
feeling of a bulging stomach. Whatever was on top of him was frigid, so much so that it felt like the
touch of a wet towel. Jimin tried to push his way out once again and the grip got even tighter. God.
What the fuck was going on?

A sound escaped behind him and he dragged his eyeballs as far as he could toward the corner of his
eyes. Black. Scales of a metallic hue surrounded the cylinder of flesh embracing him. Jimin was
gripped by a huge tentacle everywhere. His chest, his waist, his thighs. Even his leg was wrapped
by the black breathing thing.

It was huge. And heavy as fuck.

"Get off me!" Jimin screamed. He was starting to freak out with the massive pressure of the purring
animal. The omega jerked as best he could and, finally, the beast opened its eyes.

His breath cut between his lips when two white eyes met his, floating in a sea as black as his scales.
Vertical pupils dilated at the sight of the bunny and a big long forked tongue came out with a
hissing purr. Next thing Jimin knew, his face was being licked by the animal.

"Jungkook?" Jimin swallowed dryly as he watched the animal pause at the name. There was no
doubt it was Jungkook... but nothing could have prepared Jimin for such a hefty animal. Its size
reached six meters at least and not even that seemed to describe enough how big the predator was.

The grip relaxed at his voice as if the beast-like thing had awakened the human side. Its scales
shrank and the tight knot on Jimin's leg unravelled, dragging its body back to the couch. Green
marks formed over the omega's skin, traces of the animal's strong clasp almost cutting off his
circulation. Jimin leaned back, terrified at the gigantic animal staring at him from the couch.
Contrary to its hideous appearance, it smelled so, so sweet it was hard to not dig into that smell,
chase it to have more yet also avoid the fragrance from how cloying it was.

"Why am I here Jungkook…?" he demanded in a trembling whisper. Jimin was scared the animal in
front of him would see the omega as food. Its pupils were so dilated the white iris was just a thin
line separating it from that black sclera. It clearly saw Jimin appealing. The snake hissed, tail
waving around as it stared back at Jimin, as if the omega was the one that brought him to this
place.

Jimin had the venomous marks of the animal clutching him everywhere. Even his arms had a faint
greenness that followed the same path as the one in his legs. Like a rope had choked his skin the
whole night —or half of it, since the windows outside revealed a still dark sky.

A clatter brought him out of his short daze. Jimin glanced at the animal on the other side of the
couch. The sound of bones breaking made him frown. The animal's body was deforming, noseless
face shaping to a human one.
Scaly libs came out of its cylinder body and soon these pushed out fingers. The noise each action
made was haunting, like a muscle being torn apart by the body itself. In the fraction of a second,
where before a snake laid on the couch, now a white-eyed Jungkook stared back at him.

Naked.

"Are you gonna answer me or I'm supposed to fucking guess why I'm here?" Jimin folded his arms,
eyes on the wall at his right just to not stare too much at the guy in front of him who refused to get
dressed.

Jungkook grabbed his ripped t-shirt and pants. With every move he made, his muscles subtly
repositioned themselves under that tanned skin. The dude had no fucking shame because how was
he so chill over being in all his glory in front of Jimin like nothing?

"Minrae is probably in your room right now. They are looking for you" muttered Jungkook as he
checked his torn pants. A strange expression took over his face as his ears shone with a bright
flush, to the point where the redness reached his neck. It looked like a faint blush but the chances of
the predator being embarrassed were none. "Your scent..." he spoke under his breath but Jimin was
distracted thanks to the quick glance he gave up at the alpha.
Even Jungkook's nakedness was majestic. The tattoos that covered his entire arm and nape didn't
dig into his back but the ink was so raven that it made a nice contrast against his tanned skin. His
broad shoulders stretched in harmony with his neck, forming a long back that met its end at a
slender waist. His thighs rubbed together with every step, so voluminous that the muscles bulged at
their beginning. Strong calves bound them to his naked feet.

Jimin seemed to be standing in front of one of those sculptures in museums. Those with perfect and
impossible proportions that made any curious person walking through the museum stop on their
heels and stare at the piece of art, just to end up unable to take their eyes off of it.

Jimin gaped. "What, and you're letting him?" he exclaimed, getting up from the couch. His pyjama
crumpled over his body as if it had been spun in a washing machine until every inch of the material
was wrinkled. "Weren't you going to protect me? You could've told me, not kidnap me again."

Jungkook glanced at him and Jimin couldn't help but avert his gaze to the ground. Those white eyes
appeared even more intimidating than the human ones. As if the man in front of him was not a
snake hybrid but a demon. Jimin felt like his soul was about to be sucked out if he gazed at
Jungkook for too long.

The alpha chuckled something in a low voice as his attention went back to the clothes in his hands.
"Does my animal form scare you?"

The tone in that question was too soft for someone like him but Jimin wasn't the type to lie to
please him. "Of course it does. You look monstrous."

The answer elicited no reaction from Jungkook but he shifted on his heels, walking towards the
other room where Jimin had once broken the crystal statues, not before chuckling in that raspy
voice he'd been carrying since he woke up. "I won't suck your soul, bunny," he muttered, turning
his bare back to the blond as he strolled away towards the long stairs on the other side. "But I'll
definitely suck other things out of you."
Jimin rolled his eyes, ignoring the heat in his chest that, imagining what the alpha meant, was
almost winning him over. He grabbed the phone lying on the couch and went down the same path
as Jungkook. "Can you put on some pants, please?" The omega followed the alpha on every step,
already familiar with the place.

"Why would I do that? You seem to be enjoying the view" Jungkook muttered, but disappeared into
the second-floor hallway after opening one of the wide windows in the dining room. Chilliness
took over the place and the omega shivered. Why was he opening a window in such
weather? Regardless, Jimin continued on his way, distracted by the landscape given. It was still
night and the whole city looked like galactic dust lost in the middle of space. Some lights flickered,
others moved.

When had Jungkook taken him from his room? And how? The reminder of that time he found the
alpha in his dorm gave him the wanted explanation. But Jimin was still conquered by a feeling of
uneasiness, created by the fact that Minrae was currently inside his room.

Sure. Jungkook had done right taking him away without his consent, as always. However, knowing
the alpha was searching for him at the doors didn't help in any way to make the whole plight less
worrying.

"How did he get in my room?" Jimin inquired after checking the time on the screen, ignoring the
view of the naked man walking in front of him. It was midnight. Only a few hours had passed since
he had fallen asleep after Daehyun's call.

"Anyone can get in your room with the right excuse, Jimin" ensured Jungkook. "The dorm security
is shit." Nice. Good to know.
"And what are you doing to stop that?" His footsteps ceased as he saw the alpha enter the closet.
An entire room covered by wardrobes on every wall where thousands of formal attires hung. Not
even his father was that obsessed with suits. To his surprise, Jungkook came out of the room with a
pair of sweatpants finally hiding those things dangling from between his legs.

"Quite a lot, but you only need to sit back and watch." Jungkook combed his messy hair, smoothing
the rebel strands with his fingers as he carried a towel under his arm.

Jimin marched by the room where he had stayed the last time. He recognized it was the same space
as soon as his brain found the resemblances. The door was ajar. Jimin let his gaze rove over the
perfectly made bed. There wasn't much on it, just like last time. However, it had a slightly pungent
smell that made the omega feel anxious. Like a weird mix of scents that didn't come from
Jungkook. "Jimin." His name made the bunny drag his attention back at Jungkook again, who was
covered but his torso still remained naked. "Since you woke up, go take a shower. You're staying
here for the rest of the weekend."

He threw a cable knit sweater over Jimin's head and stood in the frame of the wall leading into the
hallway, waiting with arms crossed for the omega to start walking.

"What?" Jimin gave a quick glance at the oversized garment in his hands and considered running
away for a second, but the main door was locked for sure. "Why? It's midnight though..." he
insisted, aware that refusing to do this would only make Jungkook annoy Jimin even more. Like
poison him again. Or... force him into a kiss. The second option seemed quite probable but the now
fading green bruises didn't trick Jimin anymore. That was venom —Jungkook's favourite card.

"Your scent is stinking my house" Jimin gave him a side-eye. He sniffed on his pyjamas and
swallowed down the prepared bickering once a faint trail of his own scent hit his nose. He sighed,
convinced enough, and strolled down the hallway under the alpha's watchful eye. His bare feet
dragged across the cold floor like the walking of a duck. Tap tap tap tap. Jimin could still feel those
white eyes on his nape, the exact same shivering feeling he had the first day they met.
"Minrae planned to come for you tonight," Jungkook explained as he walked into the bathroom,
fixing the drawstring on his sweatpants. "Him and a few other alphas" he completed, and let the
bath water flow.

Jimin irked an eyebrow. "So instead of beating him up, you're going to lock me in here?" Sure, the
intention of taking Jimin away so he couldn't be found was great but this whole mess had been
created by Jungkook and the fucker could easily kill Minrae. Jimin blinked the thought away,
freaked out by how comfortable he sounded about Jungkook killing people for him.

He leaned against the bathroom wall, still clinging to his clothes even though the room was filling
with steam and his hair felt sticky against his forehead.

Jungkook gave him another strange look. "I'll do it, but reacting right now would only make you a
target," he explained.

"I'm already a target, though?" Jimin was confused. "All our classmates dislike me and even made
fun of me when Minrae was beating the living shit out of me" he clenched his fingers into a
frustrated fist. "To whom will I become a target?" The question went unanswered. Jungkook didn't
even open his mouth. "If you're afraid of Minrae just say so."

And then he smiled. That mischievous curvature of lips that made him look even more devilish.
"I'm not usually afraid of the people I fuck."

That seemed to placate the omega. Jimin rolled his eyes and jumped to his feet, already regretting
agreeing to this. He didn't, actually. "I want to go home."
"Minrae won't just punch you this time." The alpha's eyes didn't move an inch from his lips,
shamelessly staring after the threat he just stated.

Remembering the throbbing pain from those hits, the public humiliation... Ok. Maybe that was the
best option. Jimin gave up pretty quickly, mainly because he felt less scared over the issue around
Jungkook. He hoped the alpha was actually true to his word.

"I'm only staying here tonight, though. By tomorrow I'll be gone" he clarified but judging by the
lack of reaction, Jungkook wasn't going to let him through that door downstairs until Monday. "You
can leave now" he said when he noticed that the water was reaching the brim of the tub. The steam
had already taken up every space in the room, its temperature making the mirror foggy. The alpha's
tousled hair appeared wet, messy as if it had been rubbed against something even after his failed
attempt to comb it. His ears were still glowing red, the same color that touched his neck and the
start of his chest.

All Jimin received was silence. The omega snorted in frustration and bolted to the door to open it
and throw the alpha out. He pulled the knob but Jungkook immediately shut down any chance to
open it. His hand was over the blond's head, placed against the grey surface. The omega turned to
him, still clutching the knob. "You told me to take a shower because I'm stinking your space, so
why are you here?" Jimin swallowed at the premonition of what was about to happen. Whatever
was going through that head was definitely not pure.

"Your scent never bothered me, do you think I'd want you to wash it off just like that?" Jungkook
licked his lips. "You get dumber every day." The shine in his eyes glittered with dirt. Jimin had now
two white eyes devouring him with that stare, and he felt naked. "Take that off" Jungkook
whispered. Jimin pulled the towel even tighter against his body as the alpha's hand reached out to
touch him.

"No," he muttered, taking a step back. His cheeks grew hot. "Get off me, come on, aren't you tired
of chasing me?" Why did he smell like that?
Jungkook took another step forward. The huge bathroom felt tinier than it was and Jimin couldn't
tell if it was the effect of his instinct to run away before he was eaten alive or Jungkook's hungry
eyes making him a predator approaching its prey. "I want to fuck you so bad..." the alpha muttered
in a grumble. Of course he did, Jimin thought. The dude couldn't keep his hand to himself around
Jimin. He always ended up pinned against a wall or choking on that forked tongue. "I can't stop
thinking about being inside you, fucking that disobedience out of you till all you can mumble
through those plumpy lips is my name."

"Then find another omega for that. I'm not one of your toys, Jungkook" Jimin clarified, but his eyes
shifted to the knob. The chances to be able to open the damn door were disappointing to think
about. Jungkook was so close to him that the cold of his chest made his erect nipples rub against
the omega's covered skin. Jimin didn't know where to look at. Looking up would only make him
succumb to that pretty face, and staring down at his naked body was a recipe for disaster. Jimin
clung to the towel like his life depended on its fall to the ground.

"I wish you were" Jungkook muttered finally and his fingers dug into the flesh of Jimin's covered
ass, dragging the omega into his chest. The blond felt the wet chill run up his body as his bare pecs
collided with his. Hard muscles enveloped him. Everything tingled. "But I'm the toy here."
Jungkook's voice caressed his face. He felt the velvety lips hover against his cheek and Jimin
closed his eyes, resisting opening them and being lured by those perfect features and voice laced
with lust and possessiveness.

Too tight.

"Stop… I can't breathe" Jimin gasped, drowned in a strong scent of perfume —though the shift in it
had made it even sweeter than before, to the point not even an omega could emanate such an
aroma. The strong arms squeezing him in an embrace allowed Jungkook's nose to rest in the crook
of the bunny's neck, sniffing him like a hungry beast. The grip left no room to escape. Jimin was
helpless, once again.

"Maybe you don't need to breathe" thundered Jungkook once again. "I don't want you sniffing
another alpha's scent. Smell anyone at all" he took a drag and opened his mouth, delighted. The
touch of a wet tongue walked along the omega's neck and Jimin squirmed in his grip, feeling
tingles reach down his nerves in an alluring electric bolt. "You only need to feel me. Only me."

It was sickening.

The possessiveness in that dreary voice yet so full of intent made Jimin's skin crawl in fear.
Jungkook spoke with such seriousness, such a need to own him the omega's brain had every alarm
going off to run away. But where? Every time he pictured the door he was about to cross to escape,
Jungkook was the one on the other side. And then, Jimin felt like there was no danger to fear.

"You need help" Jimin muttered, still trying to push him away but every attempt only made the
alpha even more determined to press the bunny to his body until they became one.

"I need you" Jungkook corrected, and a hint of sadness could be appreciated in his tone. For a
second it felt like he was on the verge of dropping to his knees. "You've conquered my brain to the
point I can't function" he admitted as he trailed his lips to Jimin's cheek. The omega kept his eyes
on the ground. This was ending bad and he knew as soon as Jungkook forced him to lock eyes,
Jimin would be gone. "You feel it too, don't you?" —Feel what? The blond shook his head but he
felt his head being grabbed from behind him, his hair pulled up until his chin jerked up to the
alpha's face. "You don't? You don't feel this need to be owned by me? Because I want to be yours…
too" Jungkook licked his trembling lips and let go of the omega's ass, hand roaming towards his
upper side to hold his waist, fingers digging into Jimin's flesh. "For how long will you lie to
yourself?"

"This is just lust" Jimin muttered, eyes still tight shut. He could imagine Jungkook's facial
expression but he couldn't push himself to open them to appreciate that. "There's an undeniable
attraction between us," he finally said, holding back a groan at the touch of the alpha's tongue on
his scent gland. The reaction pulled him away from the initial plan and soon Jimin found himself
lifting his eyelids, allowing his gaze onto the predator's eyes. Shit. Jungkook looked drunk, face
sweaty as his dry lips pleaded to be licked. The white of his iris reflected Jimin's pained expression,
taking every inch of his factions with a hungry need. "There is," Jimin admitted, swallowing down
the acidic ball seizing in his throat. "But that doesn't mean it's healthy. Any sane person would have
stopped this shit from the start."
"Sanity..." cut Jungkook off. Jimin allowed himself to be sullied by his hands. His touch was rough
yet so firm when holding him. "I lost that shit the moment I put my eyes on you" he said almost in
a frustrated moan. "You made me this way...How can you expect me to forbid myself from having
you?"

The Jungkook from the start and the Jungkook from now sounded… different. It was like the so-
collected Jeon heir had been broken into pieces, each one of them hitting Jimin in the face, just to
reveal another side of him. Jimin had a bad feeling. They were alone and he looked so out of his…
persona.

"Jungkook, let me go" Jimin groaned but his plead seemed to never reach the alpha.

His mouth was crushed by cold lips. Jimin pushed him away and before the alpha could glue their
mouths again, his hand was already swept across the pretty face. The strong smack almost snapped
Jungkook's head off his neck. Long eyelashes fluttered over his straight pupils, seizing what had
just happened.

Jimin leaned back with deep breaths, still shocked from his own sudden reaction. Something felt
weird. Jungkook's scent was reaching a peak of sweetness and it was starting to make him
nauseous.

The alpha gave him a flat stare, as dim as his red cheek. "That's it? You are so fucking weak."

Jimin gritted his teeth. "There's obviously something very wrong with you, Jungkook", he finally
cut through the silence between the two. He had lowered his gaze a while ago but those animal eyes
hadn't moved an inch away from him. "You follow me everywhere, chase me, stalk me, punish me
and use the attraction between us against me."
"I don't care." Jimin blinked at the words that filled the emptiness of the room. That tone full of
confidence now seemed distant from the one laced with lust. His mind was already searching for
the similarities from the past and Jimin soon himself recalling the night he was dumped in the
woods.

"Of course you don't. None of this backfires on you" retorted Jimin but it was like talking to a wall.
His words were mute as soon as they came out. "You say you want me but everything you have
done till now has only made my life even more complicated."

"I'm trying to protect you."

"Then leave me alone" Jimin sighed as he raised his gaze to the predator. He sounded unconvinced
by his own statement like he was forcing himself to say all of this. The constant contradiction was
pissing him off.

"I can't leave you." Jungkook insisted. "You don't want me away either. Why would I?" Jungkook
stared at the blond blankly, eyes open and muscles tensed like he was distracted but had his target
perfectly tracked. Like he was about to attack Jimin.

He looked fucking insane.

"Jungkook–" Jimin shifted in his place, suddenly feeling his bones digging into his own heels.

"Get it through your fucking head." Jungkook muttered through his teeth. "You will never get rid of
me. You will never be free from me" he relaxed his fists as the omega clenched his. Jungkook
scooted closer, eyes never leaving his prey. The alpha appeared ready to snap the bunny's neck in a
single move and the edge of his voice hinted that any more pushed resistance would unleash that
impulse. Soon, Jungkook was latched over the cornered omega, hands on both sides of the sweaty
wall as he looked ready to rip Jimin's lips off from his face. "Nothing will separate you from me.
You can cry, kick and even try to kill yourself but I'll chase you down even after death."

Jimin was baffled. His breath ceased for a fraction of a second, feeling the puff of Jungkook's one.
Cigarettes. "I just don't get it" he dared to say against the predator. "Why are you this obsessed!?
We didn't even know each other a month ago!"

"We did." Jimin froze.

Ding

The sound of the doorbell ringing stole Jungkook's attention. The alpha seemed to come back to
himself because that psychotic expression morphed back to a taciturn one. Jungkook finally relaxed
his eyelids, returning to that sullen look. "Stay here."

The predator disappeared out the door in a rush, leaving Jimin quivering in shock. "We did."

Jungkook knew him from before?

"Jungkook" Minrae's reddened face appeared in the middle of the darkness of the corridor. Eyes
wide open, thirsty for the adrenaline that slid on his forehead in icy sweat. "Your eyes…"
"Get to the point."

The alpha gulped down his curiosity. "We couldn't find Jimin but you won't believe this."

His breath was hot, an ember on the alpha's face that fed his desire to break those teeth. Jungkook
only needed a single chance to stop the time and be able to beat Minrae to a pulp until only his
eyelids were the only muscle still able to move in him.

"So?" Jungkook finally said. He still held the doorknob ajar, only leaving a small gap for the tiger
hybrid.

Minrae gave him that triumphant smile and Jungkook knew, right there, that what he had done
wasn't the usual group humiliation. "That Daehyun fucker can't even breathe right now."

Jungkook blinked. Jimin's thoughts hit him like a truck from upstairs, the hiccup of his breath
reaching the predator's ear. The omega was listening from the stairwell, hiding behind the wall with
panic flooding his mind. "What did you do to him?"

Minrae fell silent, staring at him, and then pulled the phone out of his pocket. Based on the
movement of his fingers, the dude was scrolling through what seemed to be the gallery. The photos
were probably many. Jungkook soon had the screen pushed over his face.

Daehyun was in his animal form, all his fur completely scorched. Blood-soaked wounds ran down
every inch of the animal's body, making it practically a ground-up corpse. He even had one ear cut
off. Jungkook snatched the phone from the guy's grasp and scrolled to the next images. Daehyun's
human form only appeared at the end of them. He was bruised from hits with a metal bar that laid
next to his swollen body, sweat and blood coming out of his unrecognizable face.

Jungkook didn't feel bad. Better this than Jimin taking the hit.

This was what they had planned for Jimin. Being a bunny, they were also planning to put his fur on
fire —probably— force him to shift by extreme beating or scaring the omega till the boy shifted.
Now Daehyun was the victim instead.

"Pretty good job" Jungkook pointed out, slipping the sweaty phone back into the alpha's hands.
Minrae's shoulders dropped from that tight anticipation, relaxed.

"You think so?"

The excitement in that tone made Jungkook recoil in anger. "Where is he right now?" The question
snapped the tiger hybrid out of his bubble.

"In the woods. The deep zone behind our dorm building" Minrae replied immediately yet his smile
widened at each word. He gently pushed the door open, taking the chance in which Jungkook
wasn't holding it and thrust himself in. "But it doesn't matter anymore... I need... I need a kiss."

The punch blinded him. He was thrown to the floor of the outer corridor. Minrae blinked at the pain
in his cheek but only gave that pathetic pout that made the snake hybrid sizzle in annoyance "Since
when you get to ask for shit?" Jungkook bolted the door open and stomped towards the alpha
outside. "Came all the way here to suck the sweat off my dick, don't you have a fucking pride in
that knot?"
"Jungkook... Everything I'm doing is for you" assured the alpha, getting up from the ground in a
painful stagger. The punch still had the pain bouncing from ear to ear. "I'll do anything for you... I
just need to know that what I did made you happy."

Jungkook felt like this was his chance to beat the shit out of him and finally pour everything that
had been bothering him for days down till the cloud on his mind cleared. But he wanted to make
this right. To give a good hit and not just a physical one.

"Get the fuck out of here Minrae. Or you'll be the next one in Daehyun's place."

Something switched in Minrae's expression and his eyes widened, suddenly aware of whatever the
fuck was now stealing his attention. The dude darted his gaze at the empty living room behind
Jungkook to then glance back at the alpha. "Are you fucking an omega right now?"

Jealousy was vibrant in that question. Weighing with a possessiveness that he had no right to feel.

Jungkook leaned on the door frame as he put himself back in place. Jimin already got him drunk
enough to lose himself right now. Just remembering the way he had acted minutes ago made the
alpha want to punch himself. "Leave."

But Minrae tonight was acting up. "Let me join you two... You know I'm much more fun than any
of the omegas you fuck." The plea was shamelessly clear, though he wasn't lying.

Minrae let him do anything. Then again, all omegas did that too. But Jungkook put extra brute
force when he was with the alpha just to see him in pain, choke him in his own venom and make
him have to crawl to go to class the next day. Sometimes knives were involved, and sometimes he
got Minrae so high on drugs the alpha would not stop coming over and over again until he
collapsed on the ground and even at that time, Jungkook would still fuck into his unconsciousness.
He was a doll. A simple and lifeless toy that listened so well to Jungkook and made sure to fulfil all
his wishes. If Jungkook wanted to make him drink bleach, the dude did. If Jungkook wanted to
slice his throat while he came, Minrae just let him.

Where was even the fun in that?

From the very first year in high school, his own alpha had despised Minrae but Jungkook's need to
see how well a predator took him, how pathetic a predator would look under him, —how far would
he go for Jungkook— made him keep playing.

Minrae would kill for him even.

"Get the fuck out of here Minrae" Jungkook repeated, watching the alpha carefully behind the
fallen strands over his eyes.

Even if he was boiling with the heat welcoming his pre-rut, Jungkook despised the fucker so much
right now he couldn't even get his dicks erect for the act.

The young alpha caressed his own cheek as his nostrils dilated, taking in something in the air. "You
smell… too sweet" he whispered.

Indeed. Jungkook had the great idea of sleeping next to Jimin for hours, knowing damn well his rut
had been triggered from all the sudden closeness to the omega the past weeks. But the denial had
blinded him the whole fucking time.

"I won't say it again." Jungkook warned. "Leave."

Minrae seemed to give up at the snarl and left like a pained puppy. He gave one last sad glance at
Jungkook from the elevator, his excitement dead in contrast to before.

Click.

Jungkook pushed the door till it closed and rested his head over the surface. Daehyun's last image
was rooted in his eyes. That was going to be Jimin if they had found him in the dorms.

Like he had been summoned, the omega's voice bolted towards him, mixed with his stomps as he
strolled down the stairs in a rush. "How could you do this to him... How could you do this to
Daehyun!?" Jimin yelled down the stairs. The omega pushed Jungkook as soon as he reached him,
shaking the alpha from side to side with his fists. "All of you are fucking monsters!"

Jimin looked hysterical, the panic visible in his wide eyes and narrowed pupils. His lower lip
trembled with rage, just like his fists lashing at Jungkook in an act of hysteria. The alpha observed
him for a few seconds, watching the angered reaction like it had nothing to do with him.

Jungkook was the cause of most of the problems that haunted Jimin. He knew that. "Enough," the
alpha interrupted, clutching the omega's wrists in the air, freezing them under his fingers.
Jimin tugged at his own hand, sickened by the contact. "Don't touch me! I'm leaving!"

"You are not going anywhere" shot Jungkook back. He didn't know what pestered him more, this
attitude of empty threats or his reaction to Daehyun being hurt. Jimin wouldn't even bother a
thought if that had been Jungkook. Any alpha was over Jungkook on that fucking list.

Jimin snatched himself out of the grip once the alpha's fingers loosened up their tight hold on him.
The omega backed off, incredulous. He was panting, his mind a whirlwind of worry and anger.
"What did they do to Daehyun!?"

The two stood there for a few long seconds. The omega, still wrapped in his own clothes, stared
shamelessly back. He looked ready to pounce over the alpha, kill him on the spot. "Get Daehyun
here or I swear to God, Jungkook, that I'll jump." He threatened after running to the open window.
Great, now the little bitch was suicidal. Over a random dude.

Jungkook felt even more riled up than before. "You shouldn't be giving a fuck about any alpha
other than me."

"You!? You are the last alpha I should be giving a shit about! Look what have you done!" Jimin
yelled over his lungs as he glued himself to the open window. His hair danced in the wind outside.
Behind his silhouette only the sky received him. They were meters and meters above the ground.
His pretty blood on that cold wet asphalt outside didn't sound that appealing anymore. Jungkook
took a step forward at the same pace the omega pushed himself further into the void.

"This is your fault Jimin. The only reason he's the target is because of your clinginess to the first
dick on your way," Jungkook shot back with a dry chuckle. The fever was affecting his senses but
he was confident his reflex wouldn't betray his trust. "If he hadn't defended you that day, he
wouldn't be there."
"Then who's gonna defend me!? My opinion doesn't matter to anyone in this society, you have a
sickening obsession with me and anyone who tries to be on my side gets hurt because of you!"
Jimin hollered. "Are you even hearing yourself!? I'm being targeted thanks to you!"

The omega pushed himself toward the curb but his chest collapsed forward instead. Jungkook didn't
even know at what point he had launched himself to drag him but he held the prey anxiously, hands
digging on the omega's flesh in a need of a stronger grasp. "Don't ever do that shit again."

"I'm tired of your fake worry" the omega grumbled under his breath. "If you won't go help Daehyun
I will." The fever seemed to rise when touching the omega —weakening his hold— and the boy
took the chance. Jimin slipped from his grasp and sprang to the door. Naked feet pacing straight to
the knob. The alpha blinked in a daze. His searing body refused to help.

The venom —Jungkook clenched his jaw as he roused up the poison on the omega's body. Jimin
froze for a few seconds when he noticed the green bruises starting to come out. However, the
reaction didn't match the usual one. He glanced at his skin in horror but soon his eyes glinted with a
discovery.

No reaction.

No shrieking in pain.

"Seems like you can't pull that one anymore" he said —sounding surprised by his own discovery—
and crossed the door in a blink of an eye.

The alpha just stood there, stunned.

 His body hadn't even registered the effect of the venom, because it hadn't even worked in the first
place. He raised his eyebrows, baffled.

The poison wasn't working on Jimin, just like on his memory.

Fuck.

Jungkook skimmed at his hand and the pathetic shaking sight annoyed him. He lifted a fist to the
windows, punching the crystal in a cold hit. The sharp pieces broke out from the structure as they
fell outside, falling to the ground. The freezing breeze from the rain hit the inside of the room but
not even that managed to lower the temperature in Jungkook's body.

His white knuckles bleed from rage.

First the rut and now the venom.

Whatever the fuck was going on with his alpha, it was starting to become a nuisance.

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"Don't say his name" Jungkook muttered under his breath. His nostrils flared in anger. "Not
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"Why did you do that!?" The girl came running over, gasps intermingling with her words. Jungkook
didn't move. His feet seemed glued to the ground, shiny black leather shoes heavy over the broken
doll. Like a god appearing before his insignificant creation.

"Are you going to cry?" The question stunned the girl, who blinked confused at the young alpha.
Jungkook's big eyes fixated on her.
"My toy... You broke my favourite toy..." she said as she approached Jungkook, threatening him
with their height difference.

"Did I?" Jungkook placed his foot on the doll and dropped all his weight until he heard the crack of
the Barbie's arm separating from the inert body with a click. "Oops."

"Stop! What the fuck is your problem!?" The girl gave up trying to intimidate Jungkook and
crouched down to the mangled doll. The last remaining arm to be broken was now hanging from
the hollow of the Barbie's torso, just a metallic thread connecting what was left of the joint. "I'm
telling the teacher" she finally said with tears flooding her eyes. Jungkook shrugged.

"Sure," he said and left, hands inside the pockets of his uniform. His hair fell across his forehead
like a black breeze. Straight and thick, each gesture slipped a strand over Jungkook's eyes.

"Mr Jeon" the teacher grabbed Jungkook's arm and pushed him to his father, who came quickly
after being called by the principal. The affected kid was still behind them, eyes watery from crying.

Kangdae got out of the black car, door opened by his driver. He looked busy. He had been
interrupted in a meeting judging by the irritated frown drawn over his hard features. A slicked navy
suit held onto his body as he gently adjusted his tie, eyes pinning his son with a cold gaze.
Jungkook stared back.

"This is the fifth time Jungkook has caused an altercation at this school." The teacher gave the
young alpha the backpack, not wanting to have anything to do with the kid. "We can't keep allowing
this. My students feel uncomfortable around your son."
Kangdae watched the little predator walking towards him, chin shamelessly high. "What did he do
this time?"

"He broke my toy! Your son is a weirdo!" cut in the other kid. The broken doll hang between her
fingers as its lifeless eyes stared back at Kangdae.

The predator couldn't help but chuckle. "Just because of that?" He sank his rough fingers into
Jungkook's hair. The little kid clung to his father, not in a physical way —he wasn't that fond of
touch— but allowed his lungs to be flooded by his father's scent. "Poor thing" he spat with a sour
gaze.

Jungkook soon found himself in the back seat next to his father. The alpha had talked to his teacher
about something —most likely him getting expelled— and went back into the car. Ahead of them,
the usual old man in a suit was driving the shiny classic vehicle. Were they going home? Or back to
the company building?

He glanced at the window. The school was growing smaller every time he blinked. "Look at me"
Father's voice dragged his attention back. Jungkook did as ordered.

The old predator examined his cheek. He still had the greenish bruise from Jaewoon's punch. The
pain had faded but Jungkook's frustration was still boiling because he just couldn't let it go. "It still
hurts" he lied, knowing the answer to his comment.

Kangdae pressed a button. The window rolled down to the half as he took out one of those white
golden cigarettes from a metallic box. He took a drag and pushed out the already crumbling ashes
with a little tap with his thumb. "Because you let it hurt." His words sounded empty. Jungkook
never heard a good one from those lips. "Just like you just allowed a little omega to kick you out of
the school. Isn't this your fault then?"
Jungkook squeezed the edge of his uniform in little fists. Hearing that made him feel small. Even
more than he already was. "It's not..." he dared to express in a whisper. "I broke the toy because ... I
just ..." His voice trembled, betraying his self-control.

"You wanted her attention? A reaction?" Father always seemed to hit the right spot. The most
hidden one. Sometimes it felt like he could read Jungkook's mind. But he couldn't. Jungkook didn't
allow anyone to scent him. Even less imprinting. Being an open book was like asking for your own
downfall.

Or that's what Father told him, at least.

Jungkook needed to stop memorizing everything Father said. Yet it felt like an impossible task. He
had no one to look up to. The Chief was a scary woman who didn't visit them that much. His
brothers were like sharks waiting for a soft trail of blood to spill out of him to inch their teeth into
his little body. His mother was non-existent. Even a wall had more personality. She didn't even like
to look at Jungkook, always saying he made her uncomfortable. And his little brother was too
young to be someone Jungkook could ... watch, obsess over.

"Yes," the little alpha finally admitted. "She's always ignoring my existence." It wasn't a crush.
Jungkook simply hated how happy she looked with her friends, meanwhile, he was always alone. It
was annoying. He was a jealous person. Their happiness, their circle of friends... Jungkook wished
to have that. But it didn't feel enough —no, he didn't actually want it. He wanted to take it from
them.

Father hummed at the answer. It seemed to satisfy his curiosity enough. "Of course she does" his
words were wrapped in a cloud of smoke that escaped to the window. Free, like Jungkook wished
he was. "You're a loser." Just by looking at his cheek one could guess. Jungkook stroked the skin,
suddenly conscious about the loud sign that mocked him. It looked like a constant reminder that he
needed to be better. And that as long as he stayed this way everyone would look down on him. "If
you want an omega's attention you need to be at the very top."
It wasn't the first time he had heard that. Jungkook had noticed it ever since he gained
consciousness over his existence. The pressure over being a predator and an alpha were ruthless.
He lived it every day but Father seemed to mean worse things. Be better. Do better. Even crying
was frowned upon. Even feeling scared wasn't an option. You just couldn't have a safe space.

"Why? Can't she like me this way?" the kid inquired. Jungkook couldn't understand. Why did
omegas have such privilege? They could cry, they could complain. They could do anything they
wanted and always got protected by others. They could be losers and still get picked. But Jungkook
had to fight to impress the world just to then not get a single praise.

"Omegas don't love, Jungkook" his father said, eyes out the window as he watched the landscape.
Did he think his son had a crush? Jungkook watched him carefully. He hoped he'd look like Father
when he grew up. "The only way to make them like you is making them submit." The road was
closing down to a green path. A huge manor stood between the long trees, its windows already
looking for Jungkook like big eyes. "You'll root here", they seemed to chant. "They are opportunists
and use you to their liking."

"Then why are you with an omega?" Jungkook found himself asking. Father was better off divorced
from that woman. "You don't even like her."

The old predator gave Jungkook a weird stare. "Because I needed a good heir."

Jungkook bolted through the door like a feral beast. His eyes glowed white in the darkness outside
but the shifting effects were starting to wash off. As soon as he left the building he stepped into a
cold shower. The weather was starting to piss him off. Traces of window glass fell on the empty
avenue. It was a ghost town at four in the morning. Jungkook searched on both sides, eyes roaming
on every detail hinting about Jimin's whereabouts. The long lamps flanking the street did not help
light up his path. Jimin didn't even know the way to the university. He wasn't even covered from
the rain. He wasn't even wearing shoes.
Fuck.

The alpha got inside the car and took off to the road back. His mind kept trying to locate the omega
through their one-sided link and right after crossing the first corner, his presence vibrated like a
beating heart in Jungkook's mind. He was close. Somewhere in the next avenue. Jungkook turned
the wheel sharply and got into the opposite direction. Every sidewalk he crossed was just as lifeless
as the next.

His words towards Jimin still echoed against his ears. He had sounded like a bitch. Jungkook
squeezed the steering wheel between his fingers. Everything had gone to shit. None of this should
have happened, he thought. Daehyun shouldn't even have been involved.

He had the trigger yet Jungkook had given too much room for a reaction. The wait had only made it
worse and he had fueled that hatred. From the beginning, he had created a monster and letting it
grow hadn't been anyone's fault but his. Jungkook swallowed hard. He hit the gas and soon he was
crossing the district, searching for Jimin like a hawk.

Minrae was meeting his fate sooner than planned. Jungkook would deal with his own family later.

─────── · ⅩⅠⅤ · ───────

"We did."

The thought ran on a loop. Jimin felt his hands sweaty even under the heavy rain. Why was he
running, he didn't know. The university was far from there anyways. There was no taxi to take him
and he didn't even carry his phone with him. Nothing.

Just Jimin and his despair.

The poison on his body still seared but it was a painless electric bolt that roamed over his skin like
the edge of a knife. As if it only scratched the surface. As if it couldn't get past that. The spots
faded, their color never reaching that intense green that made anyone shriek in fear. That had been
weird. Everything was too fucking weird. From Jungkook's behavior to his sudden need to look
more vulnerable. Was that also another way to manipulate him? Jimin didn't care. He couldn't focus
right now on whether he was now immune to Jungkook's venom. Nor that they met before. He just
couldn't bring himself to care right now.

The ground felt like daggers under the soles of his feet. His whole body dripped under the
punishing sky. The stinging wind crashed against his almost naked body with a cold splash. Jimin
breathed. He tried to. But the omega was on the verge of jumping towards the next car to cross the
street. Yet not a single soul could be seen or heard in the damp depressing outside. He didn't even
know where he was going. His phone was somewhere in Jungkook's place, forgotten.

What had he done to deserve this? Hearing what Minrae had done felt like a punch in the face.
How could he have thought they'd only come for him? Daehyun had hurt that fucker's pride too.
Him getting his part too was bound to happen.
Predators were so fucking nasty. So fucking vile and full of hatred.

"Daehyun" he whispered but the rain coated the name. Jimin could feel them. He could feel his
body pushing out the tears.

Daehyun was such a great guy. The only one in that class that was worth it. Even Kai wasn't this
brave. But now he... he — "Jimin!" Jungkook's growl cut into the air like a thunderclap. The omega
bucked, surprised to hear the alpha already catching up to him. It hadn't even been two minutes
since he had run from that place.

Jimin sprang in an automatic reaction. He didn't even glance at the predator behind. Just hearing his
voice reminded him of that conversation with Minrae. Jungkook was so full of shit. Not a single
part of him was good enough to be loved and he expected Jimin to like him? To sleep with him?
Who even assured Jimin that the alpha behind him wasn't just lying, that he hadn't planned him
getting bullied to have Jimin all to himself?

His feet were already moving, trying to make the bunny escape the tall bulky figure catching up to
him. Jimin knew he'd end up giving up again. Because that was the way it was. Every. Single.
Fucking. Time. He had no one. He had no one to hold onto except Jungkook but Jungkook was the
reason for his pain, of his tears, of his anxiety. It was bound to happen again. And again. And again.

"Fucking listen!" Jungkook's grip snatched his arm till the omega halted the race. Jimin couldn't
even look at him and instead pinned his gaze on the drenched pavement. The ground was his
mirror. At least the water inundating it reflected his face. Jungkook's eyes didn't. They sucked his
soul out of him instead.

"Fuck you!" Jimin struggled against his hold, trying to slip away from it. But there was no use.
Jungkook would win like every other day.
"Do you even know where the fuck you are going!?" The alpha roared in outrage. His hands felt
like a lash against the omega's skin. Even the rain could not ease the caging feeling his touch gave.

"Let me go! You are the cause of this! You and only you!" Jimin started wailing before even
realizing it, his hiccups chopping the anxious breaths. The distress buzzed through his ears.

Jungkook shook him in the middle of the street, holding the omega down in the spot. Jimin pushed
him away. He knew the alpha wasn't in his best state. His hold was usually harder, and he would
not have escaped from his grasp minutes ago if it was the usual Jungkook that argued with him.

Jimin felt the wet arms grab onto him to paralyze his resistance but he bit Jungkook's bicep instead.
Hard enough to feel skin tear under his teeth. Jungkook clenched his jaw as a gasp escaped him and
in the second his grasp loosened Jimin was slipping away like he was moved by the frigid current
over their heads.

"It's always my fault" Jimin sniveled, his breaths muffed by the hiccups, taking shaky steps back.
There was no use. He'd never reach Daehyun without a car. "I'm not even allowed to have friends. I
can't even find comfort in anyone because you don't me to." His pockets were empty, his phone
gone and every hit by the rain was like a knife drilling into his scalp. "What's the point of having
your attention on me? You don't even truly like me, you just want something to own!" Jungkook
stared at him. His eyes could not be seen that well under the wet hair. His curled fist was covered in
blood, soon joined by the trail of blood coming from his bicep. "I don't want your fucking
attention! All it brought me is problems and misery!" The predator maintained that pathetic,
unreadable expression. "Just leave me alone! How many times do I have to say it!?" Jimin clenched
into himself. "You are fucking miserable!" The omega leaned on his knees, eyes on the ground like
he was pleading for God to mend this mess. "How many times till you finally let me go!?"

"I'll fix this." Jungkook stated. Jimin didn't move. "But get in the car."

"I'm not getting in that car" Jimin dared to say. But he knew he would. Because there was no other
way to get to Daehyun. The last time he came from the apartment it took them long to reach the
university. "The same car you dragged me to that night, the same fucking car you drove me to the
woods and dropped me there." All of that still clung to his heart. No matter how attached his omega
was with the guy in front of him Jimin still hated him for that. But as long as the imprint linked him
to Jungkook he would never hate him enough. Everything would fall in the trunk of memories once
Jungkook kissed him or made him dizzy with his presence. It wasn't fair. Even his emotions were
manipulated by the predator.

"And I regretted it" whispered Jungkook over his head. Jimin saw those wet shoes on the same
ground his eyes were glued to. He had gotten closer.

"You can't even apologize?" Those words sounded empty right now. "What I am supposed to do
with your regret? Minutes ago you put the blame on me for Daehyun's situation." Jungkook fell
into that annoying silence. "If you want me to get in that car, help Daehyun" Jimin finally locked
eyes with the alpha. Jungkook's fist tightened. Good. He could use the alpha now that he tried to
appear sorry. "He's what matters to me right now." That seemed to flame in Jungkook's dark stare.
But he didn't say anything, and just walked back to the parked black car instead. Jimin stood under
the rain, still unconvinced. "We better be coming for Daehyun."

That seemed to strike a chord with Jungkook. The alpha gritted his teeth, giving him one last nasty
glance. "We are" he almost yelled at Jimin. "Happy?" Jungkook slammed the door shut. After a few
minutes of doubt, Jimin huffed and walked around the car to get on the other seat. The vehicle only
brought dark memories to him and this one was just another addition to the book. If someone called
him an idiot for what he was doing, Jimin would not even argue because no normal person was
constantly in this up and down with the same dude that only brought misery and manipulative lust
to his life.

The car didn't move, so he turned to the alpha. Seeing him staring at his phone got Jimin baffled.
"What the fuck are you doing!? Daehyun could be dead by now!" The omega punched the alpha in
exasperation. Jungkook finished typing something on the screen.

"Can't you shut that mouth for a moment?" An irritated sigh escaped his lips. "They left. We can go
now. I got his location," he said suddenly, plopping down behind the device on the stand in front of
him. "They threw him behind the alpha building. We'll take another path."

"So you just chat with them about my friend getting beaten up like nothing!?" Jimin felt like hitting
that hard face again. "All of you are fucking insane. Especially you. The biggest piece of shi—"
His cheeks were being squeezed until they almost touched each other. Jimin tensed at the sudden
closeness, too irritated to have Jungkook touching him.

"Don't piss me off any more than this, little bitch" Jungkook grumbled against his face. "I'm
helping that motherfucker for your sake but there's only so much I can do for a cunt" he spat out
angrily. It felt like seeing the Jungkook from the beginning come back to himself. "Don't get too
cocky with me or you'll be next after that useless fuck."

Jimin didn't take his eyes off the alpha's, looking just as seething as Jungkook's despite his cheeks
being squashed together. "The only useless fuck here is you."

Jungkook squeezed his cheeks even tighter till Jimin's face felt like it was about to tear apart before
hitting one side of his lips up in a tight, mocking smile. "I can't argue with that."

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Somehow they ended up in the car in silence. The seats felt damp, drenched from the rain, adding
to the feeling of his clothes sticky against his skin. His hair felt grungy just from the wetness and
sweat intermingled over his forehead. Jimin kept his eyes on the road, not a single word daring to
come out of him. Even with the heater on, he still shivered. Despite his gnashing of teeth, Jungkook
didn't look at him.

The map showed them a path from behind the university. Minrae wasn't there yet but he was likely
to take the main road. The tall buildings of the campus loomed intimidating now. The lights were
on in almost all of them. But the real danger was outside. He couldn't easily make it out from the
distance of the road Jungkook had chosen but Jimin could see a group of tiny ants on the omega
building. It was them.

Waiting for him.

He squeezed the edge of his pyjamas. The temperature seemed to rise up to his head in a drilling
headache. It was hot in the car. But it wasn't the contrast of warmth that hovered over his mind. It
was fear. The panic of envisioning the scene —the possibility— having been caught by them. But
that null prospect was of little use to him when his friend had received the hit instead.

"He's there" Jungkook mumbled suddenly. Jimin glanced at the window next to the alpha and even
unbuckled himself to go over to the driver's side window. Jungkook clung to the seat to let him see.
Among the bushes and wet earth, a black mass was lying. Jimin had barely been able to make it out
but Jungkook's still white snake eyes had already detected him in the middle of the darkness. His
pupils had dilated again like he was adjusting a sight on his target. "He's freezing. I almost couldn't
sense the heat coming from him," he whispered. There wasn't a single trace of worry in his tone,
but he seemed determined to help. Even though it was just to satisfy Jimin.

"Daehyun...!" A haunted shriek echoed in the air. Before he could register what was happening, his
feet crossed the road. Stones dug into the soft surface of his feet, toes soaking in rain-soaked grass
— other rocks fell and met their demise as he went through them. It didn't take long for the blood to
reach him. From the puddle under the animal a red river was born that was hidden among the
grasses, its neon red in contrast to the dark green and mud of the forest.
Jimin fell to his knees, bones grazing wet rock. Silent tears slipped down his cheek but his face felt
numb. The dark mass was barely recognizable in the dusk hidden by the tall trees. He brought his
face close to the wolf's muzzle, sniffing some life in the miserable situation he found himself in.
But the air didn't come out of it. The wolf was in a deep slumber, barely a whisper of breath coming
out of him. Jimin gasped in dread and got even closer to Daehyun.

A tug on his pyjamas dragged him with a single yank. Jimin nearly fell headfirst backwards. He
turned baffled at the causer.

A disinterested Jungkook looked down at him. More annoyed than worried. No, he didn't even look
slightly affected. The fucker seemed more pissed about Daehyun being a nuisance than Daehyun
getting a deathly beating. "Don't touch him." Jimin was pushed back by the cold grip on his arm
when the omega got up.

That tone.

That fucking tone.

"Are you serious right now? Jealous when my friend is on the verge of death?" Jimin exclaimed in
disbelief. This man was insane. There was no doubt.

"You might as well say my alpha at this point." Jungkook gave him a side-eye.

"He's literally hurt?" 5 years old. Jungkook was a fucking 5-year-old kid. "Move."
"You don't need to be all over the fucking animal. I'll lift him." Jungkook walked over to the injured
wolf and picked it up like it weighed less than a bag of chips. He crossed Jimin with heavy steps on
the wet ground. His greyish pants were soaked with mud. He placed the animal on the back seat
and closed the door.

"The hospital," Jimin said climbing to the other seat but the alpha seemed to freeze for a second at
his order, just to go on right after with his next action. He opened the driver's seat after going to the
compartment and slammed the door shut right after.

"Wear this." Jungkook threw the jacket over the omega's face. "And don't give me a headache now
because I'll sew the fucking jacket on your skin."

"I didn't even say anything" Jimin snapped, snatching the cloth from his hands as he grumbled even
though he still put it on. The car didn't move. "So? What are you waiting for? Daehyun is
bleeding."

Jungkook's gaze was still on him as he taped on the steering wheel. "Zip it."

Jimin's jaw dropped. "Be for real."

"You are not leaving my car till you cover your chest." Jungkook gripped the steering wheel, giving
him another cold glance. Jimin sighed exhausted and pulled the zipper up to his neck, almost
squeezing his skin along the way.

"Happy now?"
There was no response but he pressed the neon screen in the vehicle. They began to move smoothly
over the wet ground. The lights came on, revealing the bumpy road.

Jimin turned to the wolf in the back seat. His body was bruised, much of him naked. His wounds
were still fresh. "Will he be...okay?" He couldn't help but ask, even though he was mad at Jungkook
for allowing this to happen. Jimin had no other choice but this.

The alpha turned the wheel, pulling onto the road. "He doesn't have any internal bleeding. His
injuries are due to broken skin from the bat."

"That doesn't reassure me at all" Jimin muttered, turning his attention back to the road in front of
them. Forest still covered much of the dark path. No one was around them. It was like they were
lost in the middle of the woods and the campus was kilometres away from them. The density of the
trees gave a feeling of loneliness.

"Wolves don't die that easily. They are built for worse shit than this and as a half-human, his body
is even stronger than the average animal." Jungkook explained as he drove, his profile a mere
silhouette in the darkness of the road. He kept smelling sweet but the strong cloying scent from
before was now gone.

"This is all your fault." Jimin turned to the window. They hadn't mentioned what happened before
and Jimin had too much on his mind to focus on that. He pushed aside one set of troubling thoughts
and replaced them with another.

"It is." Jungkook took the blame without much difficulty. However, the lack of tact in his voice
bothered Jimin.
"That's it!? It is? You could've done something about Minrae sooner and avoided all this shit from
happening!" he exclaimed in anger. He was sleepy, exhausted. Jungkook looked so collected unlike
him and that annoyed Jimin to the core.

"Minrae's fate is already decided. But I couldn't react too soon." Jungkook accelerated the car and
the vehicle went through the last trees on the way out of the forest. They were back on the lonely
highway in less than two seconds.

"Too soon!?" Jimin didn't get it. It felt like a shitty excuse to save his ass and it bothered him.
Jungkook had said the same before too. What did that even mean!? "What are you so scared of that
you need to wait to protect me, huh?"

Silence.

But in that silence lurked an answer. Nah, Jimin thought. It was not an excuse. Something was
definitely going on.

But what?

His mind was a storm. First he finds out Minrae is after him and then Jungkook tells him they had
met before. And the venom. And Daehyun. And— "Stop thinking." Jungkook's voice unbalanced
the tower of thoughts in Jimin's mind. The blond gulped, suddenly feeling his throat itchy.
"You tried to poison me" muttered the omega, eyes never leaving the dark path they kept cutting
down at an impossible speed. Not a single building in sight. Jungkook could drop him and Daehyun
right here for all Jimin knew. That convo with Minrae still gave him an unnerving fear. He didn't
know what to think anymore.

"Because you don't think before doing shit" Jungkook explained, and by the click of his tongue he
seemed annoyed at having to explain himself. But he still did. "Minrae is out there looking for you
and you just ran without a car, half naked and not even wearing shoes. Do you think you are
immortal Jimin?" Jungkook gave him a quick glance. "You think you'd have survived what
happened to Daehyun? Don't make me laugh."

Jimin fell silent and stole another peek at his friend laying on the backseat. The wounds... The
blows to his body... his destroyed fur ... It was a heartbreaking sight. "I'll report Minrae to the
police." Jungkook gave him a flat chuckle.

"An omega prey reporting one of the highest alpha predators... what a sight" Jungkook muttered
mocking his proposal. Jimin was starting to dislike that breathy chuckle the alpha always had ready
to laugh in his face.

"Then what I'm supposed to do? Wait for Mister all talk and no bark? At this point, even the police
could do much more than you." His bloody knuckles stretched white against the steering wheel.
There was a missed piece in all of this that Jimin didn't know about. It just didn't make sense for a
guy who's at the very top to suddenly be cautious. Jin had told him how horrible Jungkook was
with his victims, how tyrannical and crushing he was with anyone who went against his will. And it
didn't take more than a pair of eyes to know that the students there licked Jungkook's ass the first
hour in the morning. So why? Why was he suddenly not doing something? Why was he hanging
out with Minrae after what he did? "You have feelings for Minrae."

"You are insufferable" Jungkook sighed. A deep breath that seemed to catch all his tiredness in a
single blow. His lips twitched like he was holding inside words he didn't want to spill. "I don't have
feelings for Minrae." Something in his sentence seemed to hint there was a lot more to dig. "Not for
him, at least."
"I just don't get it." Jimin ignored what the last remark tried to imply. "Does it go against the stupid
alpha code you guys have? Or what?" Some sleep was still caught inside. Worrying about how his
room would be right now tickled the back of his neck. "Help me understand why you took me from
the dorm instead of stopping that son of a bitch?" Jin was at his parents' home at least. But his room
was most likely just as destroyed as Jimin's.

He couldn't look at Daehyun for more than a second without feeling the weight of the fault over his
shoulders. Heavy. Punishing.

Was this the price for interacting with Jimin? For getting close to him? Even when taking
Jungkook's role from the game Jimin was still left as a target. His label as an omega —no, there
were plenty of omegas in that university. His label as a prey was the issue. He was looked down
anywhere he went. And no amount of effort or money was making that go away.

"My family." Jungkook finally said. The alpha's voice popped the bubble of looping thoughts that
had already sucked in the omega "If they see me publicly protecting you..." he muttered. There was
a certain hesitation in his voice like he was about to regret ever saying this. "They'll come for you
too."

"How—"

"I don't protect omegas. I don't even hang out with them if I'm not going to fuck them." The car
rounded a curve onto a rise. The hospital wasn't far from the apartment but it was on the other side
of the city, almost the furthest point from the university. They had circled around, judging by the
screen displaying a map in the car. "My siblings are quite hostile and have this habit of chasing any
omega that seems more than fuckmeat" Jimin pressed his lips at the word. "If they see me
punishing another alpha over an omega and on top of that, a prey... It'll only backfire on you."
"You have no problems chasing me though?" Jimin retorted. It fit the Jeon family to be that nasty
but what about his obsession with Jimin? Wasn't that too noticeable for them to not suspect him?
"You bring me to your apartment, and even... go around kissing, grooming me and doing stuff that
would raise anyone's attention."

Jungkook clicked his tongue. "You are missing the point," he said, giving a quick glance at the
parking lot that could already be seen from their spot. "I don't hang out with you publicly. I don't
interact with you in front of them unless I have a good excuse" Jimin remembered the lab session.
But the more he recalled every public exchange with the alpha, the more the fact that Jungkook had
never been friendly with him in front of Minrae and his circle of predator friends came to mind.
"And my apartment... you aren't the only omega I brought there." Of course he wasn't. Jimin was
another fuck toy. Just as the thought crossed his mind the alpha let out a low groan, frustrated. "My
family thinks I only live in the dorms except for my father."

"And Minrae" he murmured, stung.

Jungkook's gaze was fixed on him again, a glint of irritation crossing the deep black ocean taking
over the white iris. Eyes always aiming at Jimin's like he was staring into his soul. "I brought others
just in case." Yeah, right. Just in case. Obviously Jungkook's little begging moments ago was
bullshit. He just wanted to fuck. The car was thwarted in the parking lot and they both fell into
silence, falling into a staring contest that Jungkook concluded, negligibly uncomfortable. "But it
doesn't matter anymore. I've changed my mind."

"Huh?"

No answer was given. Jungkook slammed the door behind him. The blood in his hands left traces
everywhere. Jimin didn't take long to repeat the same action but stood outside, and watched as the
alpha unlocked the back seat. A strong smell of blood hit their faces as soon as the door swung
open. Jimin couldn't help but frown. It was revolting, to the point it recoiled in his stomach. On the
seat, a corpse seemed to have hibernated for days, weeks even. The layer of fur was no longer
consistent, but rather small traces of what was once a beautiful black fur. But nothing hurt as much
as the severed ear. The other decayed, as if it knew that its equal had been damaged. Jimin felt
strangled as dread crawled up in his throat. After this... After this Daehyun would be damaged
forever.
The alpha skimmed at the building lost in thought, but Jimin was still searching for a trace of life in
the animal's face. "Daehyun..." The wolf was breathing hard yet Jimin held onto that. He was
breathing. That was good. The covered seat was smeared with blood. It gurgled a thick scarlet
cherry red that sparkled in the moonlight. The omega tried to lift him but the animal was heavier
than the human Daehyun. He didn't even fit that well in the back seat. Jimin gave up on his chance
after a few tries while Jungkook seemed to wake up from the bubble of thoughts he was caught in
after staring at the building. Soon the alpha was dragging the omega aside and picking up the
wounded wolf like it weighed nothing.

"Lock the car." Jungkook pointed to the keys in his pocket. Jimin did as told and picked them up,
pressing a button that made the car's sensors flash. The high-pitched sound of the vehicle locking
soon became noticeable.

Upon entering the white building, the receptionist approached in alarm, her eyes studying the
bloody body with burned fur on the alpha's arms. "We need help. He's losing a lot of blood!" Jimin
came to the woman about to beg on his knees but another guy in a nurse attire was already strolling
down the corridor with other staff.

"What's going on here?" His question was answered after glancing at the laying wolf. Jungkook
closed the distance towards the guy in two emphasised steps. "Bring it to the emergency room," he
said, referring to the nurses behind him. One of the women in a blue uniform prepared a stretcher
on wheels from the other room. Due to Daehyun's worrying condition, they hadn't examined him
yet and already guessed the situation was bad. They hadn't even asked for his data yet, straight to
treating him.

Jimin followed them into the enclosure, strolling just as fast as the staff did towards one of the
rooms. Jungkook followed him after receiving a towel to wipe off the blood. The nurse began to
pepper the omega with questions as soon as he entered the emergency room. "What happened to
him? Did you find him like this outside?" She said shining a small flashlight over the animal's eyes.
She put her fingers between the eyelids and stretched both sides until the sclera appeared.

The omega clung to a corner, trying to not be affected by the situation. Seeing Daehyun laying on
that bed felt like seeing a family member. He felt so bad. So fucking bad. "A group of alphas beat
him up... They planned this." His last remark didn't seem to matter to the woman as she checked the
other eye.

"He's unconscious… It's a coma from the human side" she declared, then moving to check the
animal's cut ear. It had dried but still looked awful. The wolf had blood-soaked wounds that were
now being checked out by the other guy.

"We need to register the patient before treating it. Do you have the predator's ID here?" The man
turned to Jimin. The omega shook his head. The question wasn't casual. The bill was obviously not
free and they couldn't just treat a stranger from nowhere.

"I can only give you his name…" Jimin replied. The doctor squinted his eyes.

"What's your relationship with the predator?" He insisted on knowing. Jimin blinked anxiously.
Every time he glanced at that bed something crawled back to his neck and choked him on the spot.
"Are you its mate?"

A growling hiss bounced on every wall in the room, originating from behind Jimin. Jungkook was
already flaring his wrath at the guy. "He isn't his mate." The nurse gradually nodded, feeling
menaced. It didn't help that Jungkook still had the shifting effects lingering over his physique, fangs
prominent and eyes abnormal. Jimin sensed the alpha's possessive hand over his shoulder and could
not help but yank himself away from the touch. The only thing he wanted right now was to punch
Jungkook in the face.

"Just a classmate," he added.

That seemed enough for the professional. Brushing off the recent threat in the other predator's
voice, the guy ordered the nurses around. One of the girls came over to notify him of something.
After listening to her the head nurse came back to a tense Jimin. "We need to check him out more
thoroughly. Some wounds seem deep enough to make the shifting impossible. And there are burns
all over the skin." Seeing Jimin's anxious face drained from any blood, he gave the omega a tight
attempt of a smile. "He isn't bleeding internally, don't worry." His attention shifted to the paper in
his hands. "You two can wait in the corridor outside. The nurse will collect your data so she can
recognize the patient."

Jimin found himself sitting on the bench in the hall, watching as Jungkook spoke with the nurse.
The woman wrote down everything the alpha said and at some point, he had to sign a paper.
Jungkook went back to him but didn't sit. "What did they say?"

"They're going to have to admit him for a few days. Depending on how fast he recovers it could be
less or more. His condition is way too bad but he's alive" the alpha took off the towel and placed it
over the edge. His knuckles were recovered from the injury, just like the bite in his bicep. The
venom effects, most likely. "I'll go bring another jacket. Stay here."

Jimin remained in his place as he waited. He was cold. The shiny floor of the hospital stared back
at him, giving him a sad reflection of his misery. His legs ached from exhaustion but it was more
like his whole body had emotional fatigue.

Minrae...his desire to take revenge on Minrae with his own hands had grown bigger but he knew
there was no way to do it. He didn't have the contacts to do that, nor the ability to set him up. Jimin
could only watch and wait.

The warmth of a fabric fell on his head. Worn-out sneakers were millimetres from his bare feet.
Jungkook's pants were wet and dirty, not any better than Jimin's. He darted up at the alpha. Only a
wet shirt covered his body. Traces of blood stained the pure white of the material. As if Jungkook
was the killer. And it was true... in a way. "I'll bring something better after they are done" he
assured, laying his eyes on Jimin's bare feet. The omega didn't respond and he put the jacket over
his shoulders. He felt his eyelids heavy at the sudden warmth of the thick fabric.
The alpha gazed at him for a long minute. He sat down next to him. The two fell mute, listening to
the murmur of the doctor and the nurses. They had guessed it was an alpha predator, so the rush
made sense.

"Did you two also plan his torture?" Jimin muttered, squeezing the edge of the jacket.

"They didn't specify what they'd do." Jungkook's response wasn't helpful at all. He had been aware.
"He'll get his revenge. Stop thinking about what already happened" he murmured under the nurses'
conversation. The alpha brought his hand up to his face. Jimin flinched at the touch and before he
could fully remove himself from the spot Jungkook grabbed his elbow and tugged him down. "Is
this how it's gonna be now? You acting like I'm some disgusting bag of trash?" The alpha
whispered over his ear. The doctor still hadn't left Daehyun's door and there were still a few nurses
left.

Jimin snatched his arm away. "That's exactly what you are. Don't touch me." He backed away again
and the alpha stared at him, puzzled. "What, are you gonna hit me? Poison me?" Jimin crossed his
arms. "Ah right, you can't do that anymore."

His nostrils flared. He could see the way Jungkook's jaw tightened, his eyelids heavy on that deadly
stare. It clearly bothered him the venom thing. And his reaction to Jimin's words had been a perfect
answer. He had no control over it. It hadn't been a mere mistake.

Jungkook was the type to prove people wrong by doing exactly what they dared him to. The alpha
kind of mentality. Seeing how easily he looked all worked up almost made Jimin feel victorious if it
wasn't for the current situation his friend was in.

The alpha got up with such a crash that not a bull about to unload created. His sudden anger got the
nurses glancing at him and Jimin, pushing the omega to give them an apologetic smile. Okay.
Maybe he had forgotten he was dealing with a psychopath. For all he knew Jungkook could change
his mind and go kill Daehyun in front of him right now. But with that constant fear Jungkook
would always have the upper hand, Jimin thought. He just couldn't bring himself to kowtow
constantly with the same silent threat over his head.

Jungkook collapsed over him and the omega gasped at him, puzzled. "Don't you have any shame? I
don't want to interact with you stop forging yourself on m—"

His lips pressed against Jimin's mouth, shutting down his insolence. "He's a bit emotional right
now" Jungkook apologized, as fake as ever, to the hospital staff with a forced calmness after the
sudden smooch. He already had an arm around Jimin's shoulders, his fingers suspended in the air.

The doctor gave them a gentle smile. Different from before. Probably because Jungkook had
already signed to pay all the bills and they already suspected the dude was rich. The nurses also had
their attention on him and Jimin gave them another tight smile like he was trying to not cause a
scene with an injured Daehyun in the room a few meters away from them.

"Let me go" he muttered elbowing the alpha but the guy simply pulled the jacket over him and
pressed the bunny against his side.

Jimin sucked in the heavy air coming from the predator's neck. He still smelled sweet but it was
mixed with the odour of sweat, rain and blood. Jimin could feel the artery in his neck throbbing
under the tanned tattooed skin. The omega imagined cutting it for a second. Slicing it and digging
in the knife until seeing Jungkook's head roll in the hallway. The scene was revolting but the
distress over the situation was edging him to a corner. Jimin was thirsty for a payback.

He darted up from the inked neck and couldn't help but curl his hand in a fist at the sight of the two
black holes staring down at him. A hint of something hid behind their bottomless colour. But Jimin
didn't care to figure out what it was.
The doctor had told them that the results wouldn't come out until tomorrow. And although he could
enter the room, Jimin had decided not to till they were done with Daehyun. He felt like a hindrance
watching how the nurse treated his friend.

He straightened up on the bench, crossing his arms. Jungkook's arm still hung around his shoulders,
the feeling of the tips of his fingers almost grazing the oversized jacket. His lips were still wet from
the fleeting kiss. Jimin closed his eyes. He was tired. Everything stabilized and destabilized from
one moment to another. He didn't even know what would be happening tomorrow. Where was he
going to sleep now? What was he going to tell Jin? What about Daehyun? He couldn't even get
back to class with Minrae around.

He felt Jungkook's hand push his head towards the crook of his neck. Jimin didn't move away. He
was wet. Sweaty. The jacket that he previously had brought was now over Jimin, along with the one
the omega was wearing. It wasn't the best position but Jimin was so exhausted. The last time he had
checked his phone was five in the morning. They hadn't slept a wink waiting for a response from
the doctor.

One moment Jimin was in his room. And the next he was crying over his bullied friend in a
hospital, right next to the culprit his omega was so obsessed with. Jimin couldn't help but sigh on
his way to deep slumber. He felt drained. Emotionally and physically. Not even crying could come
out of him at this point. He was stuck in an eternal loop of bad luck.

And always surrounded by that same heavily sweet scent.

 ─────── · ⅩⅠⅤ · ───────

Tic

Tac

Tic

Tac

Tic

Tac

The dry sound of the circular clock stuck on the wall took over the stillness. The crisp, cold white
room remained calm. No one crossed the colourless wall. All the doors were closed. And only the
night could be seen staining the perfect white of the building. Peeking through the windows, letting
the moon show itself. The night breeze hit the high branches of the trees bathed in moonlight. They
moved from side to side. Shuffling and jerking, making a clattering but soft sound, like a full bag of
cereals tossing and turning lazily.
The weight on his shoulder felt warm. Jungkook sat with his arms and legs crossed. He could hear
Jimin's gasping breath. The omega slept on the crook of his neck, most of his weight resting on
Jungkook. The two of them were alone in the hallway, sitting on a frivolous bench by the
emergency doors.

His skin prickled in the nippy hospital air. He should had taken another layer on top but the only
thing Jungkook managed to drag with him were two jackets, and just because one of them -
belonging to the suit he had worn yesterday for the date- had been forgotten in his car. Both clothes
laid over Jimin, warming him against the hospital temperature in an attempt of a blanket. Driving to
his apartment wasn't a possibility at such an hour and even less with Minrae roaming the town like
a fly looking for fresh dog shit.

A nurse drove by with a cleaning pushcart, breaking the quietness. The sound of the wheels shook
the balance of the bucket with hospital products. Jungkook gave a quick glance at the omega
walking towards the other side, about to transit them.

Her eyes fell on Jungkook and settled there, liking what she saw. She gave a charming smile to the
alpha, abruptly pushing the cart slower than before. It wasn't until she noticed Jimin's head over the
alpha's shoulder that her smile flattened. She sped by, still staring at Jungkook from head to toe,
eyeing his face with a hint of hunger. Soon, she was gone down the white pale corridor.

"My neck hurts" Jimin whispered suddenly waking up from the noise of the cart. He still sounded
sleepy. They both hadn't slept at all. Just four hours if not even less.

The jacket slipped off his body and Jungkook caught it. "Put it on," he said placing it on the blond's
shoulders. Jimin scratched his eye with a yawn, still pressing on his nape to ease the pain. "Lay
your head here."

The omega stared at the alpha's lap for a few seconds. "I don't... I don't need to sleep." Jungkook's
hand was already over his nape, pushing Jimin's head to his thick thighs.
"Yes, you do. Now sleep."

He didn't resist much. The omega dropped his head onto the alpha's lap and his eyes suddenly
seemed hefty. Jimin turned to Jungkook from below, brown eyes staring at the alpha with growing
unease. "Minrae...what if he—"

"He's back at the uni" Jungkook cut him off with a lie, staring down at the blond on his lap but he
quickly dragged his eyes away. God. Jungkook couldn't even hold eye contact with the omega for
too long. Every time he did he remembered the fuck up he just made. The awkward minutes in
which he almost begged on his knees for a fuck. "So sleep" he mumbled as he adjusted the thick
jacket over Jimin to cover him better.

This fever was getting in the way. He couldn't even be himself at all. It was like every part of him
was scattered and as much as he tried to pick everything and hold it back together, the fever shook
it again.

Jimin fell asleep pretty quickly. Jungkook ended up staring at the wet face on his lap for what felt
like hours, taking his time with every single feature. From the button nose to the softly shaped
eyebrows, to the crooked tooth that peeked from between his pillowy lips.

His fingers absently caressed the sleeping face while his mind ran in circles, trying to pick a thing
to worry about. The venom not working? Minrae? The fact that he had confessed to Jimin what he
promised not to? Mentioning his family was the wrong move, but it was that or Jimin thinking he
was the enemy.

But he was. He was Jimin's reason to go insane. And there was nothing that could help him stop. At
a certain point, it felt like it was his alpha that fueled his obsession with the omega. Yet in other
moments, it was Jungkook the one trying to hold his inner animal from digging his fangs into that
neck.

Jimin would run away from him at this rate. If he kept revealing so much of himself, the omega
would soon discover the truth.

The truth.

Jungkook felt his saliva dry on his mouth. His fingers were suspended in the air as they hovered
over the oval face. He had forgotten about that part. The truth sounded like a recipe for disaster and
Jungkook still couldn't dare to let it open. He needed time. More. More than what Jungkook had
already taken.

"You." The male nurse who was passing by suddenly stopped, giving him a curious glance.

"Yes? Is there any problem?" He said getting closer, glancing at the omega sleeping. The blood on
Jungkook's clothes seemed to concern the poor guy.

"Are you blind?" Jungkook irked an eyebrow, irritated. It was cold and the benches were
uncomfortable as fuck. He didn't mind. But Jimin wasn't about to sleep in such a shitty state. "Get
us a bed. This isn't a place to accommodate anyone at all."

The boy stood there, not knowing what to say. "The rooms are for patients, sir. The waiting room is
the space for family members. I can direct you—"
"And deaf too, it seems." Jungkook carefully moved Jimin off his lap, propping him up against the
wall. The gentle way his hands treated the omega contrasted with the humour he carried. He rose to
the employee in one step and was soon up against his nose, eyes hissing with anger. "I said a
fucking bed, not a shitty chair."

"We can't do that..." the nurse said, swallowing hard. His eyes moved to the ground, avoiding
staring back at the alpha. "Beds are reserved for patients."

Jungkook wanted to snap at the nurse but he knew it wasn't the guy's fault. The current situation
was already bad enough for him to worsen it. Still, he was too stubborn to give up. "Listen here
little bitch" he said taking a step towards the guy, his closeness making the dude back off in a near
miss. "You're going to bring me the best sofa in that room and if it's the slightest bit uncomfortable
for him" he pointed to Jimin on the bench, "consider yourself fired for the rest of your existence."

The dude seemed about to laugh in his face but Jungkook's lack of amusement shut that mock
down. Maybe it was the aura that intimidated him, or maybe Jungkook's heavy scent from the pre-
rut. Whatever it was, the guy was already nodding.

Jungkook placed Jimin on the sofa. He was the type to stretch around so his position was at least
better than before. The alpha had dragged the couch into Daehyun's room because the omega was
definitely going to check on the dude every two fucking minutes and Jungkook didn't need two
headaches at the same time.
The alpha was still in his animal state, bandages wrapped around every inch of his body. The doctor
had told them the hybrid couldn't shift right now. The human side of his brain was in a coma from
the pain but there was some hope to fix that in less than 24 hours, by letting him recover and a
blood transfer.

Jungkook leaned against the door, watching the alpha on the bed and the omega sleeping on the
couch. The fatigue was clouding his brain. His body was on fire and he had hardly slept at all. It
was six in the morning and his rut could not have chosen a better time to hit him like a fucking
truck. He could come with a kiss right now.

And it wasn't just that. His pre-rut was doing an abnormal thing. His possessiveness was reaching
skyrocketing levels. Everything bothered him. Just seeing Jimin sharing the room with another
dude made him want to put the whole hospital on fire. He could even imagine Daehyun waking up
to Jimin's sleeping face and thinking how pretty he was.

Jungkook clutched the knob. Fuck. At this rate he would end up killing someone for glancing at
Jimin. And the fact that it made sense in his head made Jungkook sweat with uneasiness.

He checked the time. Everything was closed. He had thought of going to his apartment to bring
some stuff but it was too late to leave Jimin alone in the building.

This building. Jungkook clenched his fist. That beta was here, too. He hadn't gotten any updates
lately but there was no doubt he was still here. Since he wasn't an alpha, his recovery was just as
slow as an omega.

Jungkook bit his tongue, pacing the hall like a madman. At this rate, Jimin would discover the
beta's whereabouts in less than a week. He needed to take him from here or keep an eye on him. He
sighed. None of this mess was supposed to happen. But there was no one to blame but himself. He
hadn't planned on killing Minrae. He couldn't keep killing people for Jimin. One time was more
than enough. No, two— because that was a death in Jungkook's eyes.
He didn't give a shit about Daehyun. He cared even less if he had been killed by the feral alphas at
the university but Jimin cared about the stupid fuck so obviously that was Jungkook's business now.
First that beta, then Kai and now this fucker. And Minrae just had to gift him a visit right when
Jimin was there.

Jungkook glanced at the vending machine in the frivolous aisle and straightened up. He closed the
door and strode towards his target. A coffee. Or even better, smoking his lungs out. That's what he
needed. As he put the bill from his wallet into the machine he took out his phone. He touched the
contact once the cigarette box fell from inside, waiting to be taken out from the machine drawer.
They weren't the kind he enjoyed but the stress was eating him alive so there was no other choice.
Grabbing the pack earned him a graze on his hand from the inner edge of the machine. Jungkook
hissed, his knuckles still felt tender even if the venom had already sewed back the torn skin.

"Where's he?" His voice was low inside the hall. Other patients were sleeping behind every closed
door. Jungkook gave a quick glance at Daehyun's door and headed towards the exit.

The voice on the other end of the line sounded tired. All around him there seemed to be a
mishmash of roars and laughter. And heavy music. As if the rain wasn't a thread in the sky right
now.

"They are pretty wasted... He's waiting for that bunny omega right now" Jungkook gritted his teeth.
Minrae didn't know when to give it a fucking rest. He sucked the heat from the cigarette into his
mouth, trying to not lose his shit over the situation. The only thing his body wanted was to take the
damn car and run over Minrae with it. So cocky, so fucking proud over what? The tag as a tiger
hybrid that he was always so proud of would be his defeat. The higher one was, the greater the fall
was going to be.

"How is it going?" He changed the subject, gaze fixing on the unkempt ground in front of the
hospital. Not even the garden was properly cleaned. "I don't want weaklings in this."
The breeze punched the rain aside, making it hit Jungkook's face even though he was covered by
the external roof. The temperature seemed to have dropped even more than before. It felt like an
endless night.

"They all said they can do it. But are you sure about this?" Oh, Jungkook was more than sure.

"Have I ever backed off?"

"No, Jungkook but this is—"

"Then shut the fuck up" Jungkook spat angered. Minrae didn't deserve people's doubt. He didn't
deserve a single shit. "Just update me if something happens. Tell the others to not do anything just
yet. Act like always. It'll be this week and he'll be the one to plan it."

"Wait... there's something. The highlight of the night" Kai's friend seemed to pause in a chuckle. His
breath thickened through the line and he was soon speaking again. "They've posted a video... Check
Minrae's account on Twitter."

Jungkook hung up the call and went straight to his phone. It didn't take him long to find Minrae's
account with thousands of followers. It was heavily sponsored by his family. He was their face.
Deals with other sports labels, and him modelling for his family's brand. It was pretty much just an
invasive ad just like his other social media.

His finger pressed on Minrae's liked tweets and Jungkook shrank in his spot.
Two thousand likes. Five hundred retweets and thousands of comments. Jin's family was tagged.
The video showed every guy at the uni sharing their experience with Jin, how he was ran through,
and how he was a fucking cock slut. Jungkook scrolled down the replies as he took another puff,
only finding what he expected.

Such a shame from that family...

Omegas are truly a problem in our society lol

He's better off dead after embarrassing his whole lineage.

Why are yall surprised? Omegas have always been like this and this one showed his true colours
after getting some freedom

This is what happens when you let your omega kids go to school.

They need to stay at home. This new wave of activism got them thinking being a whore is smth to be
proud of.

Jin was doomed. It was bound to happen, and Jungkook didn't feel remorse, honestly. He had
sentenced himself by opening his legs to any alpha yet something didn't make sense at all. What
was Taehyung thinking? He highly doubted Taehyung was even aware of this shit but still—

Jungkook found himself dialling his number.

"Yes?"
"Are you dumb? Are you fucking dumb?" Jungkook squeezed the package between his fingers.
Why was he so agitated... he had no idea. "You just let them shame your omega like that?"

Taehyung seemed to take a deep breath. A sober one. Behind him came loud screams and hollers,
interspersed with the purring voices of omegas. "I don't know what you are talking about."

One thing was ignoring the shame Jin was getting from his classmates. Another was allowing his
whole life to be torn apart after this mess and then complaining to Jungkook. "You are a fucking
coward Taehyung" he spat out angrily. Maybe it bothered him how he had joined the meetup to
trash Jimin's room. Maybe it bothered him how impassive was his friend in every goddamn
situation. He just followed, dragged by the first wind to hit him.

Taehyung laughed. "What's with you now? Mad over someone's omega? You want to fuck him too
or what?"

"I'm getting mad for him because his own so-called alpha can't even stop his friends from
destroying his life" retorted Jungkook and he knew he was contradicting his very own actions. The
cigarette between his fingers was starting to consume itself, the ash falling to the ground, brushing
against his dirty sneakers. "Do something for once, will you? Or do you need Namjoon to tell you
what to do?"

That seemed to hit Taehyung's nerve. Jungkook could already visualize him pressing his teeth in
that tight expression. "Leave me alone dude. Don't you have an omega to fuck right now?" he said,
angered over being called out about his shitty lack of independence. "Always trying to lead my life,
maybe you should fix yours first huh?" Jungkook dropped the cigarette and crushed it on the
ground. The rain was only increasing at this point, getting thicker by every minute —just like the
stress taking over his body. "It's crazy to me how you think I'm Namjoon's dog when you had an
inferiority complex with Eunwoo ever since you two came out of that cunt."
It wasn't just inferiority. There was more shit than that. But no one saw it. No one could see that
Eunwoo didn't only make him feel like a cockroach in his path. Eunwoo did more than that. It
wasn't just words, nor hits. There was a well of darkness that Jungkook never dared to open to
anyone, even Taehyung.

So of course Taehyung was going there. Everything but fucking admit his problems. Jungkook
wasn't even surprised by the sudden burst of hatred coming from his friend. He hated being called
out on anything.

"Sure" Jungkook muttered, getting up from the cold stair. "I still have all that. I'm just as full of shit
as you —no, I'm even worse. But that won't erase the fact that you are a coward. And I don't want
to hear you crying over Jin after this shit."

Jungkook hung up and turned off the phone. He couldn't care about every damn thing with his plate
this full. Not only was Daehyun in the fucking hospital but Jimin was a double target now as soon
as he dealt with Minrae.

The alpha ran a hand over his face. He was going crazy at this rate. He skimmed his knuckles for a
few seconds. Sweaty with dried blood. Jungkook knew himself very well but some things just
didn't make any fucking sense. "You…" he muttered irritably, addressing his own alpha. But he
wouldn't get an answer. They had always been one after all the shit they were put through. And
Jungkook knew whenever he fucked up his own alpha made sure to punish him just like when he
was a kid and still couldn't get along with the animal inside him.

But what was this about?

The venom did erase Jimin's wounds. Twice, even. And it did a good job on its own owner. Yet
whenever it came to hurt Jimin or make him forget, it suddenly backed off. As if his own alpha
couldn't bring itself to hurt the omega. Like it didn't want to delete the memories they shared
together.

It didn't even make sense. No one in their family had this problem. And no amount of mating or
years of relationship made the alphas in their family suddenly weak to an omega. Because snakes
saw everyone as their own enemy. Even their own blood.

He plopped down on the floor of the hallway, waiting for the sun to come up. Hours had passed.
Too many. The building staff came and went once the sun had set. Many of them stared at
Jungkook and some even came up to ask him if he was alright. The blood on his clothes looked like
a wound but it was Daehyun's.

Two corridors separated the two wings. The one Daehyun was in had several people and even
patients coming out for their routine walks as soon as the morning came. Many of them were old
hybrids who watched him in silence. People in casts, people on crutches and others in wheelchairs.
Jungkook didn't even bother to say good morning.

Once the sun had risen enough, he left.

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Jimin opened his eyes. They felt sticky, like he had been crying the whole night. His back
surprisingly didn't hurt. The explanation fell like a cold drop over his brain once he noticed the soft
edge under his arm. It was a sofa. His legs were stretched out and Jungkook's jacket warmed his
body. The blond scratched his numb eyes. Daehyun was next to him on a bed, sleeping soundly.
The blood was no longer on his body but he was still painful to look at. The nurses had come
several times. The attention on the wolf had increased ever since Jungkook talked to them. It was as
if they had realized he was a Jeon.

He wanted to wake up Daehyun but the wolf was peacefully asleep, with a syringe stuck under his
skin. His animal form had dwarfed how fragile he looked. The burns... his ear... He looked like a
rolled corpse.

Jimin sniffed his own skin. He smelled bad. It wasn't just sweat, it was the trace of dried blood. He
was hungry too. He hadn't brought any money, but Jungkook had brought his phone later last night.
The omega turned it on hoping the battery would be full and he was shocked to see that it was low
enough to listen to one song. His attention was honed as he noted the numerous call logs. Jimin felt
the phone almost slip from his fingers. Kai.

Kai had called.

There were no messages but several calls through the night instead. Jimin could hardly believe it.
The phone almost slipped from his fingers when another call was making it vibrate. The omega
ended up swiping his thumb over the screen, accepting the ring. "Jimin?" His voice sounded rushed
and hoarser than usual like he had been awake the whole night. "Where are you?"
The omega didn't know what to say at first. He hadn't spoken to Kai for quite a few days. And the
guy had seemed reluctant to interact with him again. Jimin peeked at the screen. The battery was
too low and he didn't carry a charger with him. "I saw your calls…" he trailed off in a whisper, not
wanting to bother Daehyun. The alpha seemed too deep in his sleep to be woken up though. "Are
you worried about me?"

Kai hadn't been involved in this, right? He felt that if the boy laughed in his face now Jimin would
end up breaking the phone. The calls could have been to track him down, for all Jimin knew. "Of
course I was! Listen, I don't know where you are right now but don't... don't come here Jimin."

The fear gripped his chest. Jimin found himself holding onto the warm suit jacket. "I know. I know
what they did to my room and to Daehyun."

The boy fell silent. "Where are you right now?"

Should I tell him? Jimin didn't have the energy to see alpha right now. Not with Daehyun decaying
in front of his eyes. "I'm busy, Kai."

The predator seemed to pick on his tone. "Jimin... I didn't know about this. All I knew was that
Minrae was still chasing you but I didn't think he'd go this far. We heard them last night looking for
you and throwing your stuff out the window. I can only say that I'm so glad you weren't there Jimin.
They... They were ruthless with Daehyun and I couldn't do anything to stop them..." His words
sounded sincere but Jimin was too deep in his thoughts. It was an impossible task to visualize what
would have happened to him if he had stayed there.

"I'm too tired right now" he murmured. "I'll call you when I feel better." Before he heard Kai's
answer he was already hanging up. The beep cut off all trace of his voice. Jimin soughed. He
couldn't go to the Campus. This situation whole situation made him feel guilty and trapped. All of
his things had been destroyed. All. Even his friend.

"You woke up." Jungkook carefully spread the sliding door. The blond turned to him with obvious
annoyance in his expression. The alpha looked clean. No trace of blood. And his scent was weirdly
washed off. "My pre-rut came last night" Jungkook explained, like he was justifying Jimin's
wondering thoughts. The omega didn't say anything and just stared at his phone. So that was the
reason he acted so... weird? "But I've taken enough pills to suppress it."

"I don't care about your pre-rut" Jimin muttered, now giving him a side glance.

"I know." Jungkook sighed and held out a huge bag, dropping it over Jimin's lap. The boy blinked,
a bit lost. "Eat."

"What's this?" He said, undoing the knot and poking his head over the open bag. Food. A whole
family order. "Where did you take this from?" The vending machines did not have this kind of
freshly baked snacks. Jungkook looked at his watch and then dragged his gaze back to the omega.
At least his eyes had gone back to looking like two buttons. "Hospitals don't sell this kind of f—"

"I drove to a restaurant and bought from there" the alpha cut him off. "You are not eating the shitty
food from these machines. So eat."

Jimin wanted to complain so bad. But the hunger that came in waves from his grumbling stomach
made him press his lips in a thin line.

Not a thank you, nothing. Jimin munched on the small warm bread filled with eggs, the chocolate
muffins and a huge coffee glass cup sealed with tape to prevent the hot liquid from spilling over the
rim. He was about to burst with such unnecessary calories and food that could feed three people.

"Your things are all destroyed so when you finish that" he pointed at the food, "make a list of
everything you need, and I'll go buy it."

"The fuck?" Jimin frowned, cheeks full like a squirrel. "I have my own money."

Jungkook irked a dark eyebrow. "I'll surely like to see you explaining to your father why did you
withdraw thousands of wons in a single day." The omega rolled his eyes, and just went on with the
eating. "Also, this is all my fault."

Jimin eyed him, wary.

"My laptop was expensive. My iPad too—"

"Does it look like I struggle with money? You could add a car on that list for all that I care"
Jungkook unsealed the cup of coffee and took a few sips from the straw. His fallen strands were
brushed to the side as he drew them out of the way with a single brush. "I bought some clothes for
your size" he moved his chin to the corner of the room while putting the cup back next to Jimin.
Three huge paper bags rested on the floor. How did Jimin never notice them? All of them had very
well-known brands that cost just as much as Jimin's laptop, printed over the paper. Jungkook just
loved outdoing himself on every goddamn chance. "Add clothes to the list too. I'll be back in an
hour or so." Jimin couldn't even open his mouth yet before the alpha was already speaking. "Don't
leave the building." Jungkook squinted his eyes. "Are you listening?"

"Where's this sudden dad mode coming from—"

"Say yes."

"Oh please fuck off—"

"Are you listening or not?" His tone left no room for disagreement. Jimin swallowed down his need
to fight every damn word the alpha said. He knew the situation wasn't really smiling at him. This
was not the moment to let his pride win. Jimin was alone. He had no one except Jungkook and as
much as he hated the idea, he still needed someone to help him because his parents' weren't a
chance and he had no friends. Fuck.

"I won't go anywhere." Jimin turned back to his food, still embarrassed from giving up on the little
bickering. He wasn't a dog, for fuck's sake.

"By the way..." Jungkook trailed, "you are moving with me."

His teeth froze on the bite ready to dig on the bread. Jimin almost choked on the food still stuck in
his throat. He coughed. "Nope." He shook his head like he just couldn't believe what Jungkook had
said. "There's no way in hell—"

"Listen to me, Jimin" Jungkook groaned, ruffled. "It's not a permanent thing. You have nowhere
else to stay."

Jimin was stumped. "Nowhere? I can live in a hotel!"

The predator arched an eyebrow. "Do you think the alphas in our class won't follow you? They are
still looking for your ass because you still haven't come back to the dorm. No one has seen you
leave the campus." Jimin squeezed the sandwich in his hand.

"I can't attend any lecture anyways. It's not like I'll go out."

"Jimin." Jungkook seemed more bitter over his denial than the actual situation. "They'll track you
down. You need someone to be with you all the time."

"I'll call Jin." Jungkook tensed and Jimin felt his heartbeats thwart for a second. "Why are you
looking at me like that? Wait..." Jimin gulped. "Did something happen to Jin?"

"Your little friend won't be back." Jungkook confessed. "His family knows about his fucking
around," he said in a low tone, stealing a fleeting glance at the sleeping wolf. Jimin's heart sank into
his shoes.

"How did they know?" A time bomb was planted in front of him. Mocking him. Laughing at him.
Jimin was being tested because there was no way one could explain this bad joke. "Jungkook, how
did they know?"

The alpha tossed the phone in his hand at him. Jimin caught it in his lap and dropped the bread over
the table. The screen was on, with a video ready to play. It was Twitter. The thumbnail showed a
bunch of guys in a space that felt familiar.

Of course it felt familiar. That was his room.

"------ here...! I think I was... his first? That's low-key an honor. He bled a little but was moaning
the whole time. I know I was hitting that—"

Jimin paused the video. "I can't watch this. I don't want to watch this." His hands trembled around
the device. Jungkook gently walked over and took it.

"They posted that to come after him. Because they couldn't get to you" Jungkook let his hand rest
on Jimin's shoulder. The cold of his fingers felt benumbed. "And now they are waiting to find you."

"Find me…" he murmured, lost . Was Jin even alive at this point? This was the worst shame an
omega could put on their family.

"He's alive." Jungkook assured him. "His fiancee won't let him get away with this that easily." His
fingers reached Jimin's neck, softly caressing on the juncture where his scent gland hid. "Things are
bad enough already... You can't fall too." Jimin's shoulders dropped, hunger gone. The room felt
small over his head. "You'll live with me until everything returns to normal." Jungkook's fingers
dug into him. The pressure of his palm felt like a chain on his neck. There was still some lingering
sweet smell but Jimin couldn't sense it unless he tried to.

"I'll be here with Daehyun." His response wasn't received in a good way judging by Jungkook's
thumb now resting over his scent gland like a dagger for a threat.

"You can't be hanging around here every goddamn hour. Let the dude have some time alone. He'll
most likely get a few visits once we deal with Minrae. His parents won't want you near him" Jimin
gave him an irk of eyebrows. Jungkook almost rolled his eyes and the touch loosened on his
fingers. "I'll drive you to him every day, fine?"

Jimin was aware that he couldn't stay here all day. He needed to shower, and get some air. But he
also felt like he didn't deserve to rest until Daehyun was better. "If you want me to live with you till
I get my room back..." Jimin said, brushing the alpha's hand off his shoulder. "I want Minrae gone.
And don't wait till he does something else."

"He will" Jungkook's hand went back to his pockets. The alpha grinned, successful. "I'll get your
stuff for today." He left after that short conversation, leaving Jimin with a meal that now refused to
enter his body.

Jungkook kept coming. All the time. Although it was supposed to be to bring food to Jimin —since
he refused to leave— the alpha seemed to come with other intentions. But Jimin just couldn't figure
out what was the hidden purpose.

"Don't leave the room." He kept telling him. That if he needed to go to the toilet Jungkook would
escort him. Jimin didn't resist. He was too tired to be picking a fight with someone just as stubborn
if not even more than him.

And so, Saturday became eternal but still ended. The doctors came several times to check on
Daehyun. Jimin had asked everyone but they told him that although he was better, there was no
way to confirm when he was going to shift. Jimin had been biting his nails for hours. He sometimes
didn't even sleep at night, just watching the alpha. Guilt was no longer the only thing that haunted
him, but Jin's situation as well.

It wasn't till Sunday that things got better. If by better was discovering a new bad fact. Daehyun
was waking up from his deep slumber. And when Jimin least expected it, the wolf was gone. The
naked alpha was in bed, with burns, bruises and dried blood from his ear. He had a black eye and
his body was numb from beatings.

"Jimin" he mumbled after several hours of shock. He seemed still dizzy, lost in the present. The
doctors had come running to treat him, check on him and finally start healing the human wounds.
Jimin at that moment had escaped to the hospital hall in an attempt to hold the crying inside and not
break down in front of everyone.

"I'm sorry." The apology hung in the air. "I'm so sorry..."

The doctor had advised Jimin not to force the alpha to talk just yet. He was weak and his mind had
just shifted. "If he still doesn't want to talk... don't bring it up" the old man had told him. Jimin had
nodded eagerly.

That same night Jungkook was gone. The rest of days he had stayed but since he had class
tomorrow he couldn't stay. Still, Jimin had received another box of food and new clothes laid out
for him on the chair. Sometimes it felt like the alpha was playing dress up with the bunny.

And here he was now, turned to Daehyun, who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. His
ragged breathing exhibited the throbbing weariness in his body. His charged phone on the table
vibrated and Jimin peeked out, curious if it was Kai again. However, the call wasn't registered in
his contacts, so he guessed it was spam or something. The possibility of it being Minrae scared
him, so the omega ignored it.
 ─────── · ⅩⅠⅤ · ───────

Jungkook entered the class in a good mood. One could just tell. The corner of his lips was even
raised in a charming half-smile. Black turtleneck sweater hugging his pectorals. His dark leather
jacket over his shoulders hoofed at his straight walk, as his matching shoes clicked against the floor
with every step. The black belt attached to his pants, cinched at his waist to highlight the fine
difference in spacing between it and his shoulders. The thin dark strands slid to his forehead,
dancing to the rhythm of his footsteps.

"Jungkook!" Hyungsik shouted, already approaching with quick steps. The alpha dropped his bag
onto the table as he already got crowded by a bunch of people. Jungkook tapped the guy's shoulders
as he let himself fall on the seat. "What's with that smile? You seem way too happy..."

"Hm," the alpha hummed, leaning across the table. His gaze ran over the already familiar faces
until he found Minrae's eyes hidden behind him. Appeased by the figure of Hyungsik. "It was a fun
weekend." He licked his lips. "Thanks to Minrae."

Hyungsik caught what he was referring to, or at least the alpha thought so. "Ah, right. I still have
the hangover lingering in my brain. It's been long since I drank that much, not even on your
birthday I was that wasted."
"I don't even remember half of it" another alpha muttered. Jungkook kept darting at Minrae. The
guy hid behind Hyungsik like the fucker had stolen something but he didn't seem that worried this
time.

Jungkook approached the tiger hybrid, his fingers gently brushing over the alpha's tense shoulders.
The hard muscles under his fingers twitched at the contact. "Minrae always goes to the extreme"
Jungkook commented with a smile, and his fingers climbed up to the naked neck of the predator.
"That's why he's the life of the party, right?" Minrae darted his brown eyes to Jungkook's dark ones.
The contact formed a silence between them. "This time you get all the credit."

Minrae felt uneasy. Which was new. And weird. The word credit only meant a reward, in other
words, getting fucked by Jungkook so why was he so...? The back hair on his nape rose at the
feeling of that black stare. Maybe it was the way one couldn't appreciate their reflection in them but
today... they hid something under that lack of light.

Saying it out loud earned him a few stares from the surrounding omegas and alphas. Minrae had
that fame of being his dog, mostly since he carried Jungkook's venom like an ownership mark but it
was a silent statement. No one dared speak about it knowing he was one of the highest predators in
their inner hierarchy. They just brushed it off.

Jungkook loudly hinting he deserved a reward made him happy yet an unnerving feeling laced that
same emotion.

"I won't join the basketball match today" commented the alpha after leaving class. "My Father
keeps pushing work on me these days" he looked at his phone for a second and hid it in his pocket.
His long lashes drifted towards Hyungsik in a slow fluttering.

"Is that why you keep disappearing every day?" The rest of the students left at an accelerated pace.
They still had to eat and then go back to class. Jungkook leaned against the wall, checking them
distractedly. Kai and his friends crossed the stairs and the wolf shamelessly gave him an irritated
look, unlike the guy next to him who peeked out from his side. Jungkook had already given them
the details. The only thing left was dragging the prey to the trap.

The alpha shrugged. "Yeah" he murmured in a whisper as Taehyung's head peeked from the door.
Not even a glance. The alpha passed him like he was part of the wall. He did not even greet
Hyungsik or the others on his way. Even early in the morning, Jungkook had noticed a few glances
from the other classmates when Taehyung didn't sit next to him and instead in the other corner of
the room. Jungkook sighed. This was the least of his worries. "I need to blow some steam off" he
dropped. Hyungsik still had a headache over his shoulders but the fraternity he recently joined
would work just fine. "I get grumpy when bored" he mumbled checking the time. Hyungsik
chewed on the inside of his lip, looking for a few to please him.

After what felt like an eternal conversation, Hyungsik and the others finally left. Most of them had
another lecture in the afternoon. The class emptied and Jungkook stared at the last student leaving.
Minrae was still standing in front of him, eyes fixed on the alpha's face.

"Did you post Daehyun's one too?" Jungkook questioned suddenly and squeezed the phone into his
pocket. He hadn't found anything other than Jin's video on Minrae's account. No one else had it
either.

The boy scratched the back of his neck, still hungrily studying Jungkook's face. "Nah... I was too
wasted. I'll post it if you want me to..."

"Tell me something…" Jungkook muttered, turning his attention back to the shiny floor of the
university. His black shoes contrasted with Minrae's sneakers. His feet were the same size, which
seemed tiny compared to Minrae's humongous complexion. Brand name socks hugged his ankles,
shadowed jeans hanging from his waist. "Who do you think you are?"

The question made Minrae flick his eyelids a few times. He raised a thick eyebrow. "What do you
mean?"
"You ain't me, Minrae." Even though the tiger alpha did think so. "You're not the untouchable kid
you think you are. Your family depends on too many companies for you to go around doing this."
Jungkook sighed heavily. "These are not omegas." It was different. "You attacked two alpha
predators. Forget Daehyun. Jin's alpha is who you should be worried about" he assured. Taehyung
appeared in his mind as he finished the sentence. "Taehyung's brother will come for you and don't
expect me to protect you" he warned. Minrae stared blankly. There was no fear behind those brown
eyes.

"I don't care about that..." the boy replied. "I only wanted to show you that... I'm worthy to be your
—"

His cheeks burned. The reaction made Jungkook recoil in disgust.

"My what?"

"Nothing..." Jungkook looked at the time. The haste in the gesture was not missed by the alpha.
"Are you leaving today...too?" Minrae tried to change the subject, switch to what was on his
interest in him. "We could—"

"I won't be free till this Friday" Jungkook cut him off, prompting himself from the wall. He patted
the alpha on the shoulder. "Arrange something for that day, mm?" Minrae was already nodding,
though a hint of doubt could be sensed in his silent affirmation. "Nothing too crazy. Just... a few
drinks" Jungkook glanced at his lips. "In private."

It was immediate. Minrae clung to his jacket, his fingers unconsciously grabbing onto Jungkook. A
whine seemed to be caught in his throat. The way his eyebrows lifted expectantly, the way his
lower lip trembled wet with saliva, the way his presence grew tiny next to Jungkook. He always
made Minrae want to feel small against his body. Because the fucking weirdo wanted to be an
omega so bad.
The alpha glanced at the edge of his jacket. Calloused fingers created a crease in the black leather.
He placed his hand over the alpha's and ran his own thumb over Minrae's one, climbing into his
palm, up to his wrist. He let his body feel the racing pulse of the alpha and imagined ripping his
veins from under that skin until it slowly perished to eternal silence. Jungkook wrapped his hand
around his wrist and he could hear Minrae's breath hitch. In the middle of the corridor, now empty.
"Prep yourself" he whispered disgusted by his own words but he wasn't lying. The alpha flushed
and his pupils dilated. Jungkook found himself against the wall, caged by the bulky guy.

It took everything in him to not growl at the action. The sudden dominance over him made
Jungkook hiss, feeling his alpha about to slip out. The build-up anger mixed with the pre-rut was
making him too fucking reckless. And letting another predator manhandle him made Jungkook see
red. "Just one" Minrae whispered in a gasp. His breath was searing. Jungkook's fingers itched to
eviscerate him in the hallway. Sink his fingernails into the boy's smooth skin and stretch the cleft
until he heard it snap. Just the thought turned him on. Revenge. All he could see was revenge.
Paybacks over an omega were crazy but for Jungkook it was like fuel to his alpha. The source of a
feeling of satisfaction that was like fuel to his predator brain. Protecting what was his. What
belonged to him. Jungkook could take off the mask once it was the right time. But not now.

Despite the taut vein running through his neck, his jaw closed in a lock of fangs. Regardless of the
rise in temperature, his muscles tingling, ready to pounce on his target. Despite everything,
Jungkook let his hand fall on Minrae's cheek and gave him a soft friendly pat. His fingers trembled
with the need to reach in and gouge out his eye.

He had already let slip too much of his control. But this wouldn't go wrong. Just a few days. Just a
few.

His phone vibrated under his pants. Jungkook effortlessly freed himself from Minrae's grasp. "Will
you come tomorrow? At least?" the alpha asked from behind, hopeful. Jungkook gave him a quick
glance as he put the phone over his ear.

"Of course."
 *

"I had no choice." Jungkook pressed the bridge of his nose after slamming the door shut. "The last
thing I need is you getting in the middle. Just let me deal with it." His father was already taking out
the rest of the accumulated junk, pushing it down Jungkook's throat.

"That cat omega you had a date with wants another meeting. His parents seem worried about you
not picking their son" the old alpha's voice echoed from the other line. He was at his house,
probably. "These last choices make no sense. Why are you suddenly giving in to the Chief? Did
you change your mind?" His son remained silent for a few seconds. He definitely had lost it but
Haneul was a great move to distract his brothers from him. They seemed to already pick up on the
omega's existence. No Jimin to worry about. "It's too late to change your mind. What you decided
to do would've been in vain."

"I haven't. You know after all of this... I'd never suddenly drop it." The street outside was a simple
road half of which was covered in trees. People were already leaving and heading for the parking
lot. Several bikes owned by the university were propped up right at the exit. They were quite useful
for those who didn't have a driver's license.

He took off his jacket after ending the call and started the car. He wasn't going to sleep in the dorm
for at least a week or two and there was no way to make sure Taehyung didn't know that. The dude
was currently ignoring him anyways. Which was great. Enough time to think of another bullshit of
excuse about why he was staying somewhere else. His father did not even live close to pull a
family card on him.

Jungkook entered the city centre in a steering wheel spin after a long hour. He had to think of
something and quick. He couldn't spend the night somewhere else with Jimin in his apartment. It
was already hard enough to leave him alone there.
Somehow, in the recesses of his mind, Jungkook felt like he was coming home to his… mate. It
was wrong on so many levels, mainly because Jimin had no other choice and Jungkook had lied
through his teeth like the bastard he was about Minrae still chasing him to make him stay at his
house. His alpha was euphoric over the fact that the omega he had been eyeing for such a long time
was finally under his roof, with no need to interact with anyone but Jungkook. He only needed him.
He'd buy him anything he wanted, spoil the shit out of him, and bring him the moon if it was
necessary just to prove it. His good mood was starting to become too obvious.

However, the Jimin in his brain wasn't the Jimin of reality. Not only was the little bunny a pain in
the ass but somehow he had managed to make Jungkook crave his approval like a bitch in heat.
Jimin couldn't be chained. He couldn't even shut his mouth, for fuck's sake. And the venom didn't
even make effect anymore to rough him up a little.

The omega's bad humour affected Jungkook like the alpha was the one with an imprint on. His
pouts, his whimpers, his demands, everything made Jungkook want to bite off his head yet instead
he found himself wanting to bathe in Jimin's scent—

Jungkook gulped at the sudden dryness. That thought had never crossed his mind yet it had slipped
inside so smoothly.

The rut.

Right.

It had to be the effects of his rut coming soon. The pills to control the pre-rut effect could only ease
the symptoms and don't make him pour out so much scent people around him felt revolted.

*
 *

"Are you feeling better today?" Jimin brought the alpha a glass of water. Daehyun's dark circles
were the first thing to greet him. It was a bit chilly in the room. He needed to cool his body down as
much as possible. His injuries had been a lot deeper after the shift.

He at least had been able to shift. Jimin still felt anxious remembering the nurse warning him about
cases where the hybrid could no longer be human again.

The alpha nodded slowly, like his neck could easily snap with the wrong move. He tried to smile
but he couldn't. Daehyun's lips were so dry and cracked that the slightest gesture separated the
cracks into painful small cuts. He still had the saline attached to him.

Jimin sat down on the chair.

The views from the hospital windows were pitiful. They were on the bottom floor since he was
near the ER. The autumn sun was barely peeking through the treetops. Jimin soughed.

He couldn't bring himself to mention Jin's situation. Showing the video to Daehyun would only
damage his mental health, push him to shift and go feral.
"Did you go to class...?" Daehyun stopped. "Ah...right. You can't go till next week, right?"

Jimin nodded, eyeing the way the alpha played with the hem of his sleeve. His hands were chapped
from burns but the healing process had been fascinatingly quick. "I'm not sure I can go anymore"
he confessed. He looked down. Seeing his face reminded him of everything he had gone through.
He had wanted to ask how did that happen but Jimin didn't want to make him remember. "They
destroyed my room."

"They were after you... too. But he saved you" Daehyun said. Some anger could be perceived in his
words. Jimin hoped it wasn't against him. "Did Jungkook...also know about them hurting me?"

He did. And Jimin hated him for that. "You know he's not... he's obviously crazy."

"Right. But you still stuck around" Daehyun muttered. Jimin felt a weight on his shoulders. The
silence was becoming too awkward. And then, as if he had read his mind, Daehyun spoke. "I'm
sorry."

His attention was on the outside. On the depressing garden right next to the windows. No one was
taking care of it. The roses had become a dark purple shade, just as rotten as the energy in it. Not
even a butterfly dared cross it.

"Don't be... you are right."

"No, Jimin" Daehyun shook his head in a wary motion. Like his neck was made out of glass. "I'm
speaking from a privileged position. You obviously have no one on your side... And I don't expect
the guy who used to bully my classmates back in high school to suddenly give a fuck about me."
His brown eyes flickered up to the blond. "You are very lucky."
What did that even mean? Jimin sighed silently. "I can't rely on anything else."

"I know. That's why I don't blame you." Daehyun placed his hand on top of his. The simple
movement of reaching out to Jimin was surprising and it warmed the omega's heart. He hadn't been
able to move his body yesterday but now Daehyun was making an effort to touch him. "You need to
take advantage of that.

What was there to take advantage of? Jungkook's position wasn't to his benefit since Jimin was a
secret apparently. He couldn't defend him in public. It didn't even make sense why his siblings
would come for Jimin. It wasn't like Jungkook did anything extraordinary for him. In other people's
eyes his actions could be special, maybe. And on top of that, his change of heart towards the
omega. He seemed obsessed enough to drop to his knees. But to Jimin... he wasn't a tool. Jungkook
brought misery to his life no matter how much the dude made Jimin weak for him.

"I wish... but he scares me sometimes" It felt weird sharing this with Daehyun and not Jin. "I feel
like something isn't working as it should inside that head."

The alpha pressed his mouth in a thin sad line. Cracks gathered in the reddened folds of his lips.
They were dry. Discolorless. Only the blood gave them some life. "Have you ever looked up his
name on the internet?" Jimin shook his head. "He has a certain fame. A bad one." The confusion on
his face spoke for him. "Do you know about how heirs are chosen in the Jeon family?"

"They have to fight each other, right?" Jin had told him about that inhumane system. "Jungkook
won against them, that's why he's the heir."
"He didn't win." The alpha nibbled on his parched lip. It felt painful just seeing it. "Jungkook was a
joke to that family. No one took him seriously there."

"So how did he...?"

"There was another heir." Daehyun's expression turned dim. "Eunwoo."

Something cripled from the very end of his back. Something hot, silky. Like the breath of an
internal wind. The name bounced in every corner of his brain, and the name fell into an eternal
echo like an endless pit. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, suddenly feeling a stabbing pain in his
temple.

"Ah..." his eyelids felt heavy. Daehyun held his hand.

"Is it a headache?" his voice sounded blurry.

"Seems like it... " Jimin massaged the area with his free hand, trying to get his brain to stop
buzzing. "I haven't slept that well these days."

"Oh, would you look at that" Jungkook bolted the door open to the point of almost making the
walls shake. A small tide danced inside the glass of water on the table. Jimin's hand was still caught
between Daehyun's fingers, his thumb caressing the back of his hand. The headache was gone for
some reason. "I leave for a few hours and you already are getting all touchy?"
The question was laden with hassle. Daehyun cleared his throat, his black eye making him unable
to look up past his bandaged ear. Jungkook's presence was still a threat to him after what happened.
His animal side had been damaged, and that had swerved his reactions to other predators —more
especially, alpha predators. "We were just talking," Daehyun tried to explain as he attempted to
move his hand away. "Nothing else." The omega, despite being tense, grasped on it.

Jimin rolled his eyes at the feeling of Jungkook's murderous aura burning the back of his nape from
behind. "You don't need to explain. Logic doesn't work with him" he assured Daehyun in a sweet
voice, resting his other hand on the alpha's. Jimin was aware his contrasting attitude was already
making Jungkook foam at the mouth.

"If you don't want me sending this fleabag to the Intensive Care Unit take that hand off" he roared,
striding across the room, his long legs not needing more than two steps to reach the bed. Jungkook
tore his hand from Daehyun's with a harsh snatch.

Jimin grunted against his growing irritation and didn't insist. Daehyun had enough on his plate to
have to witness Jungkook's daily need to claim the omega. "We'll be back in a minute" he suddenly
announced and rose from his seat. The wounded predator nodded, though he eyed Jungkook with a
wary glint in his gaze as Jimin dragged the alpha outside, tugging on his leather jacket.

"So? What's the plan?" he closed the door behind them. Jungkook lit the cigarette as soon as they
crossed it. He looked unpolluted as if he had slept two days in a row on the softest cloud in the sky.
The omega couldn't resist squinting his eyes. The dude was too happy judging by his lips.
Normally, they were taut in a straight line, but now they seemed less—

"There's no plan. It's none of my business." Jungkook puffed the smoke all over his face, taking
another drag before Jimin hit his arm. "Stop with the kitty fight. You look stupid."

"We have to do something!" the omega retorted in a whisper, trying to avoid the resonant effect of
the corridor. But his words had no impact on Jungkook's unbothered smoking session. "That man,
Taehyung's brother... He'll definitely kill him after that video."
"And what do you exactly want me to do? Stop him? That's his omega, not mine." By the law, even
a car had more rights than Jin. Namjoon could slice him to pieces and show them around if he
wanted. And no moral was over the shitty privileged law. The young alpha in front of him roaming
the country like nothing was the biggest proof of that. Jungkook had already taken someone's life
but didn't even look affected by that in the slightest. It didn't even show up on the news.

"I can't lose Jin too," Jimin stated in a pained whisper. His hand unconsciously curled into a fist.
Just imagining his roommate going through hell for enjoying his freedom sent chills all over his
spine. He had never seen that Namjoon guy, but one couldn't help but fear a big fish's wrath if it
involved a wounded pride.

Jungkook studied his gloomy expression. Jimin had been like a cat on a hot tin roof ever since that
video. The alpha suddenly placed his hands on the wall. The cigarette trapped between his lips
created a plume of smoke between them Jimin. "You are too close." He was growing tired of this
position.

"If you want me to stop him... I'll need an incentive" Jungkook muttered, ignoring his last remark.
Oh God. There he was again. Trying to get in Jimin's pants was a daily thing now. It had been
impressive enough how the past few days he had been less pushy, since he was in pre-rut.

"I'm the one that needs an incentive to stand your ass." It wasn't the moment to behave this way.
Every precious person to him was getting snatched away from his grasp, forbidding Jimin from any
glimpse of joy. The video was all over the internet. The omega's life was in danger. Trapped in
Namjoon's hands. Who also happened to be linked to the predator caging him right now. Jungkook
was like a bad luck charm that Jimin just couldn't get rid of. "My friend could be killed any day by
that madman's hands and you want something in exchange for helping?"

"Let's get this straight." Jungkook pushed a blond lock of hair away from his face, tucking the
strand behind the omega's ear. It seemed more like an excuse to touch Jimin. "None of your little
friend circle is important to me. They all could die for all I care" Jungkook pressed his cheeks
together until he forced his lips to protrude into a pout. It was the second time he did that and the
fucker seemed to enjoy it. "But if you really want me to lift a finger you'll have to kiss me."

"I'm not kissing you," blurted Jimin with a nil doubt in his tone. Undoing the alpha's grasp from his
cheeks, he glued himself to the wall —its coldness already taking over his body temperature from
behind. "Not after the shit you made me and Daehyun go through."

"More like I did you two a favour" Jungkook pursed his lips. "You've been bathing on that wet
dog's scent the past few days. You must be pouring slick all over your pants with that little hand-
holding you two do every five minutes. Should I tell the doctor you are his mate after all?"

The personification of a headache. That was Jungkook. "We aren't even friends, even less a couple
for you to be monitoring what I do or stop doing with any guy" Jimin plucked the cigarette from
the alpha's mouth and tossed it on the ground. "And stop smoking when there's a fucking sign that
says it's prohibited."

The gesture seemed to fuel even more Jungkook. A breathy laugh mixed with the warm smell of
nicotine slipped from his lips. "Snatching cigarettes from my mouth, slapping me, arguing with
me..." His black boots stepped into the space between Jimin's feet. The blond clenched his jaw,
making sure his mouth was ready to seal and avoid a kiss. "Makes me wonder how you'll be acting
once I split you in half on my dicks."

"No thanks. I need my organs intact to survive." Judging by that dark grin there was no doubt the
human beast would try to corner Jimin to end up in that position by the next few days. "And move.
Your breath smells like shit." He fibbed, shifting towards the corridor so as not to make eye contact.
But he soon regretted it when Jungkook's puff of air stroked his ear.

"Really? Then I'll need to eat your ass to fix that" The wet empty phantom of a feeling of the
forked tongue hovered over the omega's skin when Jungkook licked his lips. Jimin cringed from
embarrassment, face growing hot. The dude was in pre-rut. Why did he even agree to that? "I heard
bunny slick is the best remedy for bad breath."
"Ehem..." Someone hawked. The sound echoing on the hallway brought them back to reality. Jimin
halted in shock. His face fell into a grimace of reddened panic.

"H-hi! Are you here to check on Daehyun?" Jimin smiled awkwardly as Jungkook stood still glued
to him like a dry snot stuck on a strand of pube, shamelessly staring at the man in a medical gown
with a loud frown drawn by his dark eyebrows.

The doctor gave them a side eye and diverted his attention back to the tablet in his hand. "Yes...
There are some wolf vitamins we need to inject him with today."

The man entered the room. He could be heard greeting Daehyun from the hallway. Jimin
swallowed hard, his nerves slackening. Remembering the alpha was still attached to him, he pushed
him aside. Jungkook did not resist and took a step back, not without giving him a good stare.

"Did you eat your breakfast?" His question came out of nowhere but he looked serious. Jimin
nodded. He hadn't been in the mood to eat but seeing Jungkook standing over his head, eyebrows
tensed like he was about to start yelling, only to push a plastic bag in front of Jimin's face. "Eat." It
had been the only thing he said before he left for class. It was ass o'clock in the morning and it
wasn't necessary to have him roaming the hospital every fucking day but Jungkook was more
stubborn than a raging bull. And he had already convinced himself that the food from the hospital
wasn't going to enter Jimin's body. Even dog food was better, according to Jungkook.

"Yes... you don't have to bring me ten croissants and a frappuccino every goddamn morning
though" assured the omega. "A glass of juice is more than enough. And I have my own money. I
don't need more debts with you."

Jungkook wasn't even listening to him. "Let's go have lunch." He grabbed Jimin's arm and pulled
him to the exit. Jimin was about to complain but he thought about Daehyun's mood today. He had
been glued to the guy for days. The alpha probably needed some time alone. He felt bad for his
excuse. His friend was in a hospital bed thanks to him. Yet here was Jimin trying to take a break
when he didn't even deserve it.

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Jimin went up the elevator silently. Jungkook was still on a call. Luckily the trip to his apartment
had been smooth. Whoever had called the alpha had the predator busy enough for a good hour on
that ride, even now. Which gave room for Jimin to be lost in his thoughts. He had been opposed to
eating in the apartment but Jungkook had told him going around with him in public would only
worsen the situation.
An unconscious sigh escaped his lips. It had been silent, not even noticeable for Jimin, yet the
alpha in front of him with the phone glued to his ear had immediately turned around, giving the
omega a side glance. "I'll check the documents in an hour or so. Send the rest of the material" he
murmured without taking his eyes off Jimin.

Jungkook did look like a businessman. Too formal for his age. Yet also too childish for that age too.
Jungkook turned off his phone just as the golden doors separated, sliding to opposite sides. The
hallway of lights greeted them as soon as the metal barrier disappeared. He had no neighbours. It
made sense, it was the very last floor. When Jimin escaped that night, he hadn't even noticed how
many levels there were. As soon as he entered the elevator, he was already pressing 1 to leave as
soon as possible.

Jungkook rested his thumb on the small screen embedded in the door. He had a pass for a card but
not a lock. A subtle beep indicated the success of the operation. Jimin watched closely how to
unlock it but it was no use since he wasn't registered. "I'll add your fingerprint before we leave" the
alpha suddenly murmured, but the omega didn't respond. He wasn't staying that long anyway. Just
enough till Minrae was gone and he spoke with the principal about getting relocated to a new dorm.

The frame separated from the door as Jungkook pushed it. The same living room received them.
But Jimin didn't skip the broken window. That hadn't been like that days ago. Before he could ask,
his attention was already picking on a silhouette at the start of the stairs. He shifted his eyes to it,
only to have his jaw go slack. Jimin's mouth hung open. "What— What the fuck is this!?" He
blinked several times, trying to count the number of things he was seeing. Every time his vision
flickered the number of boxes and objects arranged on the floor seemed to reproduce.

"I bought everything you listed." Jungkook glanced at the watch on his wrist again. "I have stuff to
do. Go sit while I make us lunch."

"This is too much! Did you buy a whole store!?" Jimin approached the mountain of bags, boxes and
sealed packages. There were so many big brands it looked like he was about to a paid sponsorship.
Some were furniture. Others were mirrors. Others were electronic devices and computers. And
Jimin hadn't even counted the bags full of clothes. "I'm not moving here forever!"
Jungkook ditched the jacket on the chair. "Just take it with you when you move to your new dorm."
The alpha rolled up his sleeves as he got inside the open kitchen in the living room. Jimin was still
staring at the storage of a mart that was in front of his feet. Sure, Jungkook was supposed to pay for
the damage but Jimin was one hundred percent sure this amount of stuff outnumbered what he had
at the dorms.

He finally checked the bags full of clothes. Everything was his size. He wasn't even going to ask
why the fuck Jungkook knew even his brief size. Even the socks' size was precise. "I want the
furthest room from yours."

Jungkook's dim gaze from the kitchen spoke for itself. "Sure" he murmured with a shrug and
continued cutting the vegetables with a sharp skill like he had been doing it his whole life. When he
bent down his combed hair slid undone, letting out a thin strand, followed by a thicker one. Some
ended up hanging over his face, almost touching his eyebrows.

Jimin picked up the first box to take it away. All this needed to go back to the dorms as soon as
they gave him another room. He hadn't talked to them yet. He was scared of meeting Minrae there.
It was either waiting to go back to the campus or speak with his father about the issue. But if the
alpha found out that his son had been going through all of this Jimin was never stepping a foot
outside. Jungkook had told him that he would make sure the principal arranged a new room for him
but Jimin was seriously considering changing university.

"Leave them there. I'll take them to your room." He stopped at Jungkook's voice, cut off by the
sound of the knife chopping vegetables. What was he making? Jimin dropped the box. If Jungkook
wanted to work his ass off, then so be it.

Jimin sniffed himself. He smelled pretty bad. It made sense since he hadn't showered since Friday
night and convincing him to leave the hospital had been impossible the first night. "I'll take a
shower then." He went up the stairs and strolled into the corridor that he already recognized
perfectly. The same long doors. He scanned through every single one in the open hallway except
one. It was black. Enormous. He went over to open it but it was sealed.
Oh.

Jimin remembered the room once it blocked his way. Jungkook's room. Why was it locked? There
was a lock on the knob, which weirded him out. Did he have dead bodies there or what? He peeked
out of the upstairs balcony. He could see the kitchen from the inside balcony. The alpha's broad
back was cinched under the high-collared black shirt. It was barely visible, but the trail of ink could
be seen, hidden under the severed strands of the alpha's hair. His nape was almost fully tattoed.

Jimin turned to the rest of the doors. The furthest one was right next to the one he recognized from
the first night. Hopefully, it was possible to close it from the inside. It was inconceivable to believe
sleeping under the same roof as Jungkook would lead to anything good. Jimin could imagine
himself waking up impaled into a dick —or two.

The thought made his skin itch. If his father ever discovered he agreed to live with a random alpha
Jimin would never see the light again. And maybe that was safer than living in the lion's den.

"I need some rules before living with you" he said suddenly. He had already showered. He had
even put on new clothes that Jungkook shamelessly stared at for a good hour with a weird proud
aura clouding his mood. Probably because he had bought them.

"Which are...?" He placed the plate in front of Jimin. The omega wanted to carefully observe the
way in which his bare arms loomed, veiny, one of them tattooed —but he decided to focus on the
important matter.
"I need my space."

"There's plenty of space for you here. You even have your own bathroom." Jungkook retorted as he
cut the omega's steak. For fuck's sake. He could cut his own food. Why was this man always acting
like a maid?

"That's not what I mean." Jimin cleared his throat. He picked up his fork and speared the medium-
rare steak. Did Jungkook also know he liked meat half-done? "I don't want you crossing my space."

Jungkook slowly chewed his food, his eyes drilling into Jimin's. The corner of his mouth lifted
slightly. "I have my own bathroom. Don't worry."

"You are in pre-rut. That's the problem."

"I told you already, I take my pills every day. My rut will be delayed for some time," he said as he
took a sip from the glass of water next to his plate. Jimin was surprised that the alpha didn't drink
wine like him. He guessed Jungkook had work afterwards. "I won't try to fuck you in your sleep."

Delaying a rut or a heat was extremely painful. Forcing the body to go on with the daily activities
through strong hormones was like modern torture. Jimin had grown used to it but the doctors
always advised him to let his heats flow normally every two months. But it was hard. He became
such a filthy creature... "Not even touch me? You keep trying to get in my pants every two
seconds."

He swallowed the balled-up rice in his mouth. The vegetables were rich in flavour, bright and
colourful. Everything tasted amazing, and it was rare since a spoiled alpha had done it. There was
no way they taught alphas how to cook. That was an omega thing, right? "Do I?" Jungkook licked
his lips. "It won't happen again, roommate.

That sounded awful. "Then why are you grinning? You've looked happy the whole day" Jimin
squinted his eyes.

"I can't smile now? Am I not allowed to be happy, blondie?"

"No. Someone like you doesn't deserve a single good day." That made Jungkook grin but the alpha
did not insist on the conversation. Whatever. Besides, despite his hatred for what had happened,
Jimin was too tired to insult him the whole day. He still had to get back to Daehyun and figure out
what to do with Jin's situation.

Several minutes passed in silence. Jungkook's phone started ringing out of nowhere. Jimin, bored
with tiredness, couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the device on the table. Jungkook seemed
to try to ignore it or maybe wait for the call to end. Subtly stretching, at some point he was able to
get a glimpse of the name of the contact.

Ha... Hani... No, Hanel? Jimin couldn't fully see the screen from the other side of the table. "Your
boyfriend?" he asked, curious. Obviously, this man-whore didn't do relationships. Yet that name
didn't ring a bell to him —but then again, he knew nothing about Jungkook's social circle.

Jungkook's lack of reaction was hilarious. Right after the ringing stopped annoying them, especially
Jimin, the alpha grabbed the phone. His brows slightly furrowed as he read something on the
screen. The predator answered pretty fast, typing with a focused face.

"Yeah, it's Minrae." Jungkook stated, but it was clearly bullshit. He didn't even sound serious. The
obvious and clear lie was a try to hide that person's identity and Jimin was aware that Jungkook
knew he wasn't that dumb. The lack of explanation made his omega feel restless. Like there was
another layer to the tone of his joke. He wanted to ask who was Hanel or whatever the fuck was the
predator called—since Jungkook didn't hang out with preys. But something told him the answer
would be an attempt to divert his attention from digging any further.

Jimin skimmed at his plate as he let the sound of Jungkook's phone keyboard take over his
thoughts. "By the way…" he whispered. The thought popped into his head but he was still trying to
remember the name. "I was talking with Daehyun…" he said, now chewing slowly. "And he told
me you weren't the first heir." Jungkook didn't look at him, he went on with his food after leaving
his phone back to it's place. He seemed in a hurry, judging by the almost clean plate. Either that or
he was hungry. "Is it true?"

"I'm the first heir" Jungkook reiterated, and even though he looked unbothered, his voice was laden
with annoyance.

What was his name, again? Jimin drummed his fingers over the crystal table. A haze filled his
brain as he remembered Daehyun's lips naming each letter of the name.

E... o...

"There was another heir." Daehyun's expression turned dim. "------."

"Then who's Eunwoo?" the omega found himself blurting out.

Jimin flinched.
 Jungkook stabbed the meat with his fork. The ruthless sound caused an impact in the room, like it
cut through the particles between the four tall walls. As if he commanded to silence everything in
existence. Jimin felt his mouth go arid. The steak expelled some sauce from the sudden blow.

"Don't say his name" Jungkook muttered under his breath. His nostrils flared in anger. "Not you."

Chapter End Notes

Note: okay so are yall ready for roommates jikook 👀

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same characters and personalities. It will be nsfw since its a special chapter (finally). It will be
a one-shot with a lot simpler story line inside Boy Toy. Anyways, I already started it but I
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Chapter Summary

"It says Haneul," said the omega, checking the screen again. The call was still going on.

The alpha kept his eyes on him, watching him carefully. He was guessing his reaction, testing
what would be his next train of thoughts. "Come here Jimin."

Chapter Notes

I'm back 💋 27.6k words of BT jikook on their roommates phase

Note: This chapter contains triggering scenes like violence and rape/non-con. And no, it's not
between Jungkook and Jimin!

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 ❝ ⅩⅤ ❞

It had been a stupid idea.

The worst Jungkook ever had.

He could have suggested that Jimin stayed in another dorm. Jungkook could have accepted the
hotel proposal the omega offered, even. Yet his own greed had spoken before him. With the rut
clinging to his shoulders like a tick, this was the worst idea one could have, but Jungkook had
always been good with self-control. Now? He wasn't confident in his own words —which was new
with his big ego. His mood swings were buzzing from one to another and he was already
considering increasing his dose of pills until becoming sterile. Hopefully, Jimin would agree to stay
when his rut finally arrived and all this suffering would pay off.

"Oh, you did breakfast," spoke that tormenting voice —the reason for his sleepless state— strolling
down the stairs with soft steps. The alpha refused to turn around. It was bad enough how hard his
conscience had punished him all night. Shutting his eyes had been impossible knowing that the
omega was a few meters away from him. Probably naked. Nah. Almost naked. He had gone to
sleep with those fucking shorts that didn't hide his ass cheeks. Or maybe they did. He couldn't care
less. Jimin was always naked in Jungkook's mind anyways. Only God knew how much he goggled
over blondie.

Just a little grab. Bite on the flesh. Just smear his cum over that plumpy softness, slap his thick dick
on that fat—

"Don't you have maids?" Jungkook combed the few wild dark strands to the side as he finally gave
the omega his full attention. "Wait, are you studying at this hour?" Jimin's eyes fell on the papers on
the desk. Books and documents conquered half of the surface. It looked like he was in a rush for an
exam but it simply was Jungkook's typical routine.

"My grades can't go down" the alpha explained, fixing his gaze back over the book. Better that than
staring at... him. After the past messy days, there was too much to catch up on, so he did the usual;
waking up at 5 am and studying like a lunatic. One couldn't allow himself to appear the slightest
unprepared in college, especially carrying Jeon on his name.
Jimin approached the table. A ghost haunting Jungkook's poor mind and dicks. He forced himself
not to take his eyes off the paper, as if it was the most interesting thing on the planet —as if he
didn't want to push the blond against the closest wall and pound into him till he emptied his balls—
fluffy hair brushing Jungkook's face, neck smelling like a temptation to sin. He had used
Jungkook's gel. The one the alpha had bought for him.

Jungkook almost popped a boner right there at the reminder. It turned him on.

It turned him on seeing Jimin using his things, wearing what was bought with his money. Did he
have a sugar daddy kink? Jungkook had never spent a single won on any motherfucker, even less
for an omega. Yet here he was, making breakfast and shit, not even his mother did for her mate.

"I'm surprised you make your notes by hand" commented Jimin as he peeked at the papers on the
table. Jungkook did make a summary on the laptop but writing it was a must to memorize things
consistently.

"Yeah" he trailed off, eyes dropping to the gap that the big shirt slumped forward revealed. Jimin
didn't take long to notice and stood up quickly. He seemed to remember he hated the alpha judging
by his —once again— contradicting thoughts.

"Anyways" he whispered, turning back to the kitchen. Jungkook wanted so badly to get up and
follow him, catch the omega by the waist and rip those stupid short trousers off his skin. Fucking
Jimin on this same floor didn't sound bad. He would press that head against the cold surface and
ram inside him over and over again. One could imagine the recoil that ass had. How tight that cunt
would be. How wet and messy the poor thing would get. Bunnies were known for being filthy and
insatiable, the perfect match for a sick guy like Jungkook. He would wreck Jimin till his last breath,
make him unavailable for any man brave enough to touch him knowing Jungkook would end his
life and fuck Jimin over his rotting grave. "I need to figure out what to do with my ID card and all
that."
"Being a rich kid you can pretty much get a copy with just a call" Jungkook commented, turning
back to the screen filled with paragraphs. Classes were starting in two hours and here he was
thinking about fucking the living shit out of Jimin.

"True" mumbled the omega, pouring some of the freshly brewed coffee into his cup. Jungkook had
spent an hour earlier just preparing all that. Just for this cute thing in his kitchen to munch on it and
give him the usual dirty stare and I hate you good morning. Jimin examined the toast hungrily, with
the same desire Jungkook wished those brown eyes would always look at him with. The omega
lifted a loaf of bread from the plate and raised it, ready to place it on his tongue.

He had become too good at visualizing shit. His mind put even more effort if it was about
sexualizing every damn thing Jimin did. For fuck's sake, he had imagined himself cumming over
blondie's head and have that pink tongue lick the dripping seed sliding over his sweet face. "Just
like that" Jungkook found himself saying under his breath. That velvety tongue under the bread and
his dick on it as saliva dripped down his chin. Heavy and hard, throbbing over the sudden moist
heat. "Just like that" he chanted, famished. And when Jimin wrapped those dick-sucking lips
around it, he would ram into that mouth ruthlessly, use his head like a rag doll's. Get his eyes
watering for mercy, brown honey dots begging for a rest. Going white as he choked on Jungkook's
girth. "Fuck." The chair almost fell to the floor. The loud rattle bounced on every wall as Jungkook
sprang to his feet. The omega blinked in his direction as the toast was still floating in the air
waiting to land in Jimin's mouth as much as a certain predator's cock.

"Where are you going? You need to drive me to Daehyun" Jungkook climbed the stairs without
even sparing him a glance. It was bad enough hearing his voice for more than 24 hours. This. This
was the shit he constantly avoided after every encounter with Jimin.

"Just get ready in an hour."

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Maybe it was the contrast between the hospital couch compared to a viscoelastic bed as soft as
cotton. Regardless, Jimin had never been more simmered down since what Minrae stirred. The
constant worrying thoughts were still part of his routine and Jimin yet again couldn't escape the
need to run in circles about what happened.

He had tried to contact Hobi's parents when he came home later at night. But no one picked up the
phone. The same attempt was aimed at Jin but not a single reply came his way. It made sense, they
wouldn't let him have access to any device while grounded. And Jimin prayed he had been only
grounded, and not killed by his family… or Namjoon. The only highlight of yesterday was talking
to Kai again, who took a few pictures of the destroyed room and sent them. Jimin refused to look at
it. He still had the delivered photos in that chat, waiting for him to be brave enough to see how
shitty his situation had become.

He pulled on the blue buttoned cardigan. Its sleeves were long enough to reach his knuckles, giving
the impression that his arms were shorter than they were. Jimin slathered on his sunscreen and
began tying the laces of his boots.

The room was quite big but it was to be expected. The whole place was already vast, way too
spacious for a single user. The high ceiling was covered by mirrors, forcing Jimin to end up staring
at his own sad reflection all night. Not the best sight. He looked weary. The view of the city was
worth every won the apartment had cost, though. One could see everything. And it became magical
when the night took over the sky. It was as if a fairy snapped their fingers, creating a wave of
golden dust that spread over every building, lighting up every room in the city until it created a
black sea of stars.

He rose to his charged phone, grabbed his things and left the room. There was no latch but
yesterday he had felt no danger of being attacked. Did Jimin drag a huge piece of furniture to the
door just in case? Yes. But he also knew nothing was going to happen.

Despite Jungkook being a menace 24 hours in a day, the alpha's mood had shifted yesterday. One
could tell by his silence on their ride back to the apartment, at night. After that awkward lunch,
Jimin had been taken back to the hospital and then back home again, hours later, in silence.
Jungkook had waited for him outside, his dark stare not over the omega this time.

Eunwoo.

Jimin felt his fingers unconsciously squeeze the handle of the bag. The name gave him a weird
feeling. Like it triggered something in his brain but his consciousness couldn't find the source. He
needed to dig for some info from Daehyun today. "At least his mood is now better" he mumbled,
crossing the corridor. Jungkook's door was closed, as always. As if it was the gate to Narnia. The
omega went downstairs after giving a last glance at the time. "Done?" The voice from under the
stairs interrupted the action. Jimin's eyes diverted towards the alpha.

The dude always looked like he was about to go to a meeting when he simply was just attending
class. Jimin didn't know how heirship worked, but he had the feeling that Jungkook couldn't allow
himself to look bad. He always had to have the best grades, the best attire, and the best of
everything. A model student. But it wasn't necessary, was it? He was an alpha. A predator. A Jeon.
No one would say anything if he made a mistake. Alphas were so privileged no matter what they
did they still got excused. Unlike omegas.

Seeing Jungkook studying so early in the morning had been shocking. Somehow, in his
imagination, Jimin was convinced the alpha magically knew everything. But the dude was human
after all and needed to catch up on the last lessons.

Jimin's gaze flickered down to the alpha's covered feet. His black oxford shoes seemed to be a
favourite. The room where he kept his clothes was full of suits but also shoes of the same kind. And
damn if they didn't look identical.

They went down the elevator in silence. Jimin didn't have anything to say. Many questions floated
in his head but every time he returned to that hospital bed to a wounded Daehyun, he was self-
persuaded that those questions could wait. That it wasn't the time to ask Jungkook when they had
met, or why didn't the venom work and who… who was Eunwoo, for Jungkook to act so frivolous?

Ding.

The elevator opened its doors once it reached the main floor. The guy at the reception gave them a
tight smile and Jimin offered one back, unlike Jungkook who simply strolled by the desk like it was
empty. Jimin peeked at the sky through the big glass entrance. It was sunny today but the coldness
in the air refused to depart. He stepped outside but forgot the single stair at the entry. "Ah—" His
body lost balance and the omega was already falling to the ground.

"Watch your step," warned the voice from behind. His long, thick hand was over Jimin's tummy,
holding the omega against his torso. Thick fingers were digging into his abdomen as Jungkook's
arm circled his waist. Jimin could feel the warmth throbbing in tides from the rigid body glued to
his back.

"Y-yeah," he said under his breath, feeling weirdly hot over their position. Jimin cleared his throat
to try to hint to the alpha to let him go but Jungkook seemed to disconnect for a second with the
sudden closeness. His rough hand trailed over Jimin's belly, under the cardigan, to the belt clinging
to his waist. The omega tensed as he felt Jungkook grasp the full thickness of the side of his waist
with one hand.
"Move." And then Jimin was out of the way. It wasn't till then —when he finally was released—
that he noticed he had been holding his breath the whole time. Jungkook stepped forward, his tall
figure approaching the car. He opened the door but it wasn't the driver's one and instead, the one at
Jimin's usual seat. Jungkook slid into a pair of sunglasses before shifting his attention to the omega
still at the gates of the building, gaze undecipherable behind the dark lens. "Get in. I can't be late."

Jimin snorted, coming to his senses. Enough . He pulled his cardigan up over his bare waist. The
brush of Jungkook's fingers still felt tingly on his skin, even though there was another thin layer of
clothes over it.

A quick jump into the seat under the watchful eye of the alpha and he was inside. The door shut
behind him. Jungkook soon appeared in front of the steering wheel. He fiddled with the car's
screen. It showed some unknown contacts, music and other applications.

The car started and with a smooth turn, they were on their way to the hospital. "We have to stop by
that coffee shop. I need to bring some cupcakes for Daehyun" stated Jimin, eyes on the window.

"He isn't an omega. You pamper him too much," was the only comment he got back. Jimin moved
his hand closer to the screen. He entered the car's GPS and searched for the coffee shop to mark it
on the way. The robot's voice announced that it was minutes away from them but that they would
have to take a shortcut.

Jungkook remained quiet but did nothing to hide his irritation. The predator wasn't a fan of any
kind of special treatment Daehyun received but Jimin didn't care enough to stop.

They ended up stopping on said spot. Jungkook parked the car at the curb. "Be quick." Jimin
walked calmly out the door. No rush needed. Jungkook wasn't gonna die for being late.
It wasn't crowded yet but already had some tables ready. A good morning caught up with him as he
rang the hanging bell when turning the door. Jimin replied with another cheerful greeting along
with an unconscious smile even though the girl hadn't yet come out to the counter. The workers
were still baking but some sweets had already been placed on the showcase.

"I'd like five of these, please" Jimin pointed his finger at the chocolate cupcakes behind the glass.
The girl was already rushing out of the kitchen. She took out a pair of tweezers. In a box which she
quickly folded, she tucked the five mini cakes carefully into the decorations, making sure they
didn't touch each other. The box was wrapped in colourful paper with a ribbon with the shop's logo
on it. It looked so cute Jimin couldn't help but smile.

"How would you like to pay?"

"With my phone, please." She pulled out a dataphone from the shelf under the counter and pushed
it to Jimin.

"Done, just move your phone over the screen." Just when Jimin was about to put it another hand
stepped forward. Black credit card crossed the screen and a green notification shone on the surface.
"T-thank you... sir" The girl was weirded out by the presence behind Jimin. She looked just as
surprised as the omega from the sudden arrival.

"No need," Jungkook mumbled disinterestedly and yanked the omega's arm. "Let's go."

"Am I not allowed to pay for a damn thing now?" Jimin slumped on the seat with the box of
cupcakes over his lap.
The car joined the highway as Jungkook slowly thrusted the steering wheel and clicked something
over the screen embedded in the vehicle. "Not on my watch."

"You are never getting a thank you from me if that's what you are after" grumbled Jimin.

"I don't want your thank you, for fuck's sake just accept my money and shut up" Jungkook spat in
hassle. The fabric of his jacket stretched when his fist clenched. Jimin let his eyes roam over the
biceps strained against the sleeves of his suit barely holding onto it. It was about to tear. He let his
eyes fall to the side, to the rough hands. He had never spent so long around Jungkook. It felt odd.
Annoyingly odd. While Jimin still wished the very worst for the guy next to him, his omega was so
happy right now it wasn't even normal. The level of euphoria for being under Jungkook's roof had
Jimin mortified over how dumb and simple his instinct side was. His inner animal side was too
honest and it didn't hold grudges against the alpha.

Jimin narrowed his eyes. Right. His omega didn't just see Jungkook. It also saw Jungkook's alpha.
But what did the predator's inner animal feel? Did Jungkook's alpha feel the same connection, or
was Jungkook so manipulative that even his animal side was modified to fit Jimin's omega liking?
If that wasn't the case... the venom...

"You are doing it again" Jimin turned to the window, feeling too exposed after being caught staring
at Jungkook's side profile. "Thinking too much."

"Am I not allowed to think now?"

"You get worked up over anything I say." Jungkook clicked his tongue. Their moods were turning
bad already. "I know you hate me but stop with the bitching. It's getting on my nerves."

"That's the whole point. You need some suffering in your privileged life." Jimin opened the
window, acting as unbothered as he could. It was only a short time before they arrived at the
hospital. And thank God it was a brief drive. Being stuck next to Jungkook in a car felt like a
mental quest. A recipe for a fight. Sometimes he felt close to throwing the hot coffee over the alpha
just to see him lose his cool and snap at Jimin to then have yet another excuse to hate him for.
Though Jungkook was never mad enough to his liking and when he did, the dude simply walked
away like he couldn't stand Jimin's presence.

Like yesterday.

"Privileged..." Jungkook rambled.

"What? Are you gonna throw another tantrum?"

The alpha glowered. Indeed. Jimin did get on his nerves. "Tantrum? When the fuck did I throw a
tantrum?"

"When I asked you who's Eunwoo, yesterday." There it was. The murderous aura. Jimin's head
jolted. The cupcakes almost got crushed. They were no longer moving. "What the—" Everything
had stopped. The cars outside crossed them at an impossible speed. "Weren't you late? Start the
car."
"Stop saying his name" Jungkook squeezed the leather over the wheel as he finally turned his head
to the omega. The tone in his voice felt more bothered by Jimin than by the name itself. Like he
couldn't handle the omega saying that name, but wouldn't care if someone else did.

Why such a reaction? "I have too many questions."

"That I can't answer. Next."

"You never even told me when did we meet."

He was ignored… again.

─────── · ⅩⅤ · ───────
"I brought you this." Jimin handed the box to Daehyun. The boy looked freshly awakened yet the
deep circles under his gaze made it gloomy. He could move his hand much better than before when
his tendons seemed to have melted but it was still painful to him. Just like Jungkook had said, an
alpha predator recovering was a shocking sight. Especially the higher predators. They had an
incredibly strong immune system.

"Thank you..." The boy took it with grief. Ah, that tight expression. A bunch of thoughts ran
through his head endlessly but he was chained to a bed for days or maybe weeks.

Jungkook didn't visit him at all. Although the reason was Daehyun's mental health, the alpha didn't
give much of a fuck about the situation either. However, he had told Jimin that the principal seemed
bothered by Minrae's actions this time since the aim was thrown at two important families. That
stung Jimin but it was still good news.

"My parents are aware of what happened" Daehyun unfurled the box. The ribbon unravelled with
the tug of his fingers, opening the box into four drooping walls. Freshly baked cupcakes soon made
the whole room smell like a bakery. Jimin feared the doctor would catch them this time. The nurse
had already warned them to not let the alpha consume food out of his diet but Jimin knew how
much Daehyun loved sweets. "I got a call last night."

"How come they didn't contact you before? You've been here for days" Jimin took out a napkin and
wiped it across the alpha's lips. The action reminded him of how mad Jungkook would be if he saw
him do that. Touching another guy, taking care of him.
"They live overseas," explained the wounded alpha. He dipped the tip into the chocolate volcano in
the cupcake and silently sucked on the flavour-soaked finger. "The principal called them yesterday.
My parents are big investors so he was brave enough to tell them at least." An uneaten cupcake was
held out to Jimin. "Want one?"

The omega shook his head. "All yours." He was so full. Breakfast had been too complete to the
point it felt like his own maids had made it. Jungkook was obviously a detail-oriented kind of
person but he seemed to be like that with everything. The meals looked like something out of a
cuisine catalogue. Toasts, handmade coffee, juice, fruit, and pastries. Where did he even find the
time? "Are they gonna do anything about Minrae?"

Daehyun soughed. "My parents can't complain right now. Minrae's family is above us in the
hierarchy and if I piss him off any more than this I'll only bring problems to them." Anger could be
sensed in his words. "What is Jungkook doing to fix this? He planned this shit."

"He didn't—" Jimin pressed his lips together, his voice shutting down. Why was he defending the
devil now? "He'll deal with Minrae this week." He looked at his fingers intertwined in the handle of
his handbag. His nails were a bit too long. "They are planning to hang out with him and... I only
know Minrae will regret going." That's all Jungkook had told him —at least before shutting down
the car door behind him, irritated by the Eunwoo mention. He also had this weird need to open and
close the door for Jimin. The dude needed a maid fit to match his behaviour.

"I need him gone. In the most painful way possible."

"He'll probably kill him" Jimin mumbled. He was too calm with the idea that Minrae would die in a
few days. And that made him feel... like a monster.

"Nah."
His eyes rose to the alpha. "Nah?"

"Jungkook is too nasty to kill someone and let them go that easily" Daehyun closed the box of
sweets, carefully tying the ribbon that secured the walls together. "No matter how obsessed he's
with you... that's still the same guy that made people drop out, pushed others on the verge of
committing suicide and..."

"I know. I know that," Jimin stormed to say. He had seen it first-hand. How nasty and mean
Jungkook was. And that wasn't even his harshest side. "I hope he makes Minrae suffer."

"Yeah."

Both hybrids fell silent. Jimin tightened his grip on the handle of his bag, not knowing how to open
his mouth all of a sudden. His tongue felt heavy, numb.

"You never told me who Eunwoo was."

*
The rattling of the sliding door behind him felt surreal. He was too distracted today. His hands grey
cold in the hospital corridor. Daehyun had fallen asleep again and Jimin couldn't bring himself to
annoy him. It had been several hours since his daily visit and it was almost time for lunch.

The headache came back but the pain wasn't as sharp as the first time. He glanced at his phone.
Time passed slowly inside the hospital. And the reason became more obvious with each passing
day.

Their conversations had become dry. No more laughing, joking around —just forced smiles.
Sometimes it felt like Daehyun had to suck it up, forced to sit and listen to him. Jimin just couldn't
hate him for that. It was his fault. He had torpedoed their friendship like an asshole. The fact that
Jimin was still allowed to interact with him every day was good enough.

He had spent the last two hours staring at the window and thinking next to a sleeping alpha. His
question had been dodged with a I'm sleepy. Daehyun's sudden change of reaction to the name
didn't make sense.

Jimin took out his phone and typed in the cursed name. Thousands of public figures popped up in
the search results but none of them related to what he was looking for. He added Jeon to the search
bar and as his third attempt, he added Jungkook.

His eyes snapped open.

The term you searched doesn't exist.

"He's doing a lot better, isn't he?" Jimin quavered and slipped the device into his pocket. The doctor
was used to seeing him every day. He had asked Jimin a few times if Daehyun was his boyfriend or
partner but ever since Jungkook started to grab Jimin around the man understood quickly.

"He is..." The omega nodded, turning his gaze back to the door window. Daehyun's sleeping figure
was hiding under the sheet. He had only eaten a cupcake. Lately, the alpha didn't seem to digest
anything except water and specific foods that knocked him out for a few long hours. "Will he be
released soon... or...?"

"You might see him a lot better but his animal side is still damaged." He approached Jimin. His
shoes made a spongy sound on the slippery surface like he was walking on a trampoline. The floor
had just dried out. "He still has third-degree burns that almost touch his nerves. Your friend needs
more extensive care after what happened." At Jimin's silent stance, he spoke again. "His parents
contacted us today."

Ah. Right. "What did they say...?"

"They wondered who paid for the hospital bills. It's not cheap after all."

"Did you tell them...?"

He shook his head, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hospital gown, the notebook still
trapped under his arm. "A Jeon already warned us to not share his info. I don't want to lose my
head. We assured the boy's parents the bills are free."
So they were aware that he was one of them. The doctor seemed to get inside his head before
relaxing the curve of his lips. "I knew he was the heir from the start. Not everyone looks like that."

"Well, none of you reacted... at all" Jimin said. "Didn't call the police either."

"Your boyfriend said to keep this private. Which is why your friend is currently registered with
another name." He was convinced they were a thing. Did Jungkook tell the man they were
dating? The fucker took any chance to manifest his relationship with Jimin.

"He isn't..." Jimin stopped in his tracks. Who cares. "Yeah..."

The doctor adjusted his position. "Anyways, I'm sure you are tired of seeing me every day."

Jimin smiled ruefully. "No no, I'm grateful for all the attention you've given Daehyun. The nurses
have been very kind too." The reason was mainly Jungkook's pressure on them but still.

"No need." The old man pulled out the notebook. "I'll have to leave. My day isn't done yet." He
tossed a sheet of paper aside, revealing a list that appeared to be the result of a blood test and
proceeded to walk before turning to Jimin. "By the way, I always see you sitting here bored before
your alpha picks you up. Why don't you explore the hospital a bit? There's a beautiful garden
behind."

Define beautiful, Jimin thought. That shit looked rotten. No one was taking care of it but of course,
an alpha wouldn't see anything wrong with those dead leaves, dead roses and an almost black
atmosphere. "Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks for the suggestion!"

Jimin waved at the man with a smile and slid on his heels. He usually waited on the stairs to see
that black car stop by and an attractive tall guy come out of it in the classiest suit. The omega
nurses were always peeking out of the door, watching Jimin walk down the stairs and into the car.
Jungkook did have a magnet up his ass.

"Good afternoon!" A male nurse greeted the omega, passing by. Jimin offered the guy a soft smile
as he crossed the reception room. It was rare for him to leave Daehyun's corridor. And since
Jungkook was the embodiment of punctuality, right before lunchtime the man had already parked
the car outside while he wanted for the omega. Jimin never got the chance to wander around.

His stomach clenched in hunger but Jimin went on his walk. After a few laps around the main hall,
he strolled into the opposite corridor. The building was huge but the rooms upstairs contained
specific functions, such as scanners and x-rays among other things.

Everything was pitch white to the point it felt like stepping off the Earth. The omega couldn't guess
how people who worked in healthcare put up with so little colour in their day-to-day lives. Jimin
was already growing tired of it.

"Can I help you?" Another nurse popped out of nowhere, big eyes examining Jimin like he had
stolen something. The omega denied.

"J-just exploring a bit..." he said but realized that that was the worst thing to say. It was a hospital
for fuck's sake, not an amusement park. He gave her a quick eye smile and pointed at the corridor
behind her. "I'm looking for my friend... who's admitted to this hospital" he lied, trying to not look
like a child playing hide and seek in such a serious place.
The woman irked an eyebrow. "Is he or she a beta?"

Jimin blinked. "Eh...?"

"This is the beta section. They can't mix with the rest of hybrids since the strong hormones can
affect their recovery. The omega section is on the third and fifth floors. The alpha section is that
corridor behind—"

A strange heaviness in his chest made Jimin nervous. "Beta..." His eyebrows shot up, breath seizing
in his throat. Hobi's face engulfed his brain for what felt like a blink. "Then—"

"You're here." An arm clutched his waist. The image of his best friend vanished as soon as the
rough cold fingers reached for his skin under the cardigan. The touch felt so intimate it caught
Jimin off guard. "I've been looking for you everywhere." His nostrils tingled. Rich cologne mixed
with that perfume-like scent already spoiled who this was. One just had to see the shift in the
nurse's attitude.

"Oh, Jungkook, right? Are you his..." she smacked her lips as her gaze roamed Jimin's body.
"Boyfriend?" The question was loaded with irritation.

"Yes." Jungkook said.

"No," Jimin pushed back.

The differing responses made the alpha tighten his grip. "What kind of omega are you? Just follow
the act" he whispered, already dragging Jimin out of the building after leaving the nurse lost with
what just happened.

"I don't want to claim something already used by every damn omega in this country. You are too
ran through for my liking." Jimin broke away from the grip once they reached the outside and
stormed down the stairs. He slammed open his door and closed it, shutting himself off from the
sound.

It didn't take long for Jungkook to reach him and sit in the driver's seat. "Says the one fucked by
god knows how many dudes" he muttered in annoyance. "Anyways." He clicked the screen. "What
do you want to eat?"

Jimin stared at him dumbfounded. That was it? Jungkook ending the bickering himself was a funny
sight. "How many pills do you take per day?" The omega watched the tanned side profile closely.
He could see his distorted reflection in the piercing steel clinging to the alpha's lip.

"Enough to make a bull sleep" Jungkook nibbled his piercing ball unwittingly at Jimin's fixated
gaze on the perforation. "My rut needs to be as delayed as possible."

"You keep acting weird," Jimin confessed. This was the same guy that tried to drown him for
smelling like Kai.

Jungkook stripped off the jacket and threw it over the bunny's face. His rich scent filled Jimin's
brain like he just got slapped with his flesh. "It's not me, it's my alpha." Jungkook brought up his
hand to his chest and untied the white shirt, revealing a peek of his collarbones. The question
seemed to make him fidgety. "Should I cook seafood?" He switched the direction of the
conversation like nothing.

The car accelerated in the direction of the rich part of the town. He was used to the road by now.
And the soft smell of which the seats were flooded in. Jungkook didn’t play music but Jimin
sometimes fiddled with the screen, looking for songs. He received no complaints but it was clear it
annoyed the alpha. Someone touching his stuff was like torture if that tight jaw was any sign.

"Today there's no need to take me back to the hospital," he said. Jungkook eyed him for a few
seconds and focused back on parking the car back next to the building.

"Finally tired of taking care of that fleabag?" Jungkook took out a cigarette as they entered the lift.
Jimin pressed the button to the top floor.

"I want to give him some space... He seems tired of seeing me every day."

"Couldn't be me," Jungkook muffled but Jimin didn't catch it.

"Huh?"

The alpha let the smoke seep out his lips and leaned against the wall next to the one where the
omega had his head resting. "His parents will come to see him any of these days. They will move
him to another hospital, probably."
"Will they move him out of the university?" Jimin eyed the proximity of the alpha. He smelled
good. Although he was tall for an omega, every time Jimin looked at Jungkook from so close it felt
as if he only reached his waist. Maybe it was the broad shoulders or the long legs that brought so
much power to his figure. He didn't know why his omega was so obsessed with the size difference
between them but it almost made Jimin too self-aware of how small he achieved to look around the
predator. And it hit all the right places in his mind. The slight discrepancy in their feet size. The
clear contrast in their hands and how Jungkook's fingers could easily grab his waist and still have
space left in their hold.

Jimin looked up at the lack of reply after rushing back from his weird thoughts. The same tingling
as this morning filled his senses as he met the alpha's black eyes from above. His iris always so dim
one couldn't tell if he had pupils. Jimin found himself biting his lips in the silence of the elevator
and Jungkook's gaze escorted the action like a starved man eyeing a piece of fresh food.

"Every time you do that..." he exhaled a sigh through his nose. His fingers reached for Jimin's soft
lips. The omega froze at the cold touch. "...I feel like I'll go crazy." His thumb slid over the shiny
wetness of the pillowy lip. Jimin could notice the hard lock in his jaw, how his muscles tightened at
their skin contact.

How Jungkook wanted to push his thumb inside his mouth and fuck his lips with it.

He hit the alpha's hands away and snatched himself off the wall of the elevator as soon as the doors
slid open. "I'm hungry" Jimin mumbled, trying to regain control over his responses.

"I'm hungry too," said Jungkook behind him. The omega flipped over. The dude was shamelessly
staring at his ass.
The dirty fucked up shit that was probably crossing Jungkook's mind at that time… he hoped to
never know about it.

He hated Jungkook.

So so so so much.

His rational side of the brain was constantly alarming him of how dangerous this game he had put
himself into was. Yet Jimin himself and Jungkook's best cheerleader —his inner omega— was in
the middle of a trap. And at any second he was going to fall into the deep void filled with snakes.

It wasn't even the fact that Jungkook could try to fuck him one of these days that worried Jimin.
Every three hours the man was stuffing himself with pills. What now worried Jimin was being so
close. One day was enough. Two, maybe. But it had been almost a week of being surrounded by
Jungkook and Jungkook and more Jungkook.

His omega was about to pop a boner one of these days and Jimin just had to have a pair of eyes and
a lack of better judgement to go back to his omega behaviour. He wasn't better than the nurses at
the hospital. The only difference between them and Jimin was that the bunny didn't publicly eye
Jungkook like a piece of meat. He pretended to not feel aroused by the walking personified lust of a
man that happened to have every single physical trait Jimin felt attracted to. And it wasn't even the
physical part. The full package called Jeon Jungkook had every reason to be so popular among men
and women. Dedicated, studious, perfectionist boy, with a stubborn personality and the most alpha
dude in the alpha world.

If only the man wasn't a murderer, a fucking bully and the most deranged kind of alpha... Jimin
would already be knocked up by him. He was that weak.

And that fucking stupid, too.

For that reason, Jimin needed to push further on his hatred. To not let win the simping side of his
brain and instead make sure to degrade Jungkook at every chance.

Yet now Jimin felt like dying hearing the sound of the flow of the shower a few rooms away. Not
because he was starving for a drop of water or was stinking the whole place. But because the
asshole of a man that owned the roof under which the omega slept knew what he was doing.

The food had been amazing once again. Jungkook watched him like a hawk as he chewed on,
analyzing his reactions.

After a silent evening in which he had called the principal on the room issue, and was contacted by
the omegas from the party again, Jimin was left on his bed. Staring at the ceiling as he counted how
many pimples were going to pop on his face at this rate with the absurd amount of caloric food he
was swallowing down every day. Sun was slowly falling to welcome the darkness of a cold night
but the inside of the apartment was as warm and hot as a soft summer. He had made dinner after
waiting for Jungkook to get in the shower. The fucker didn't let Jimin touch a single cutlery in the
kitchen, even less cut vegetables to cook something. So now it was a matter of luck to get
Jungkook to not interrumpt his adventure as a cook.
Pasta had been the first option in the imaginary menu because Jimin didn't know how to cook
anything else. He wasn't even used to getting in a kitchen and cooking. Usually, it was to request
food from the chef at home, ask the maids to sneak out some pastries while his mom wasn't at
home or get to pick the ingredients when joining the workers in the daily grocery shopping
session.

The sound of a knob turning made his head shot up. Jimin quickly exited the corridor. If he was
lucky enough, Jungkook would let his room open and the omega could see what was inside. His
blond head came out of the doorframe. The omega pretended to walk towards the stairs to go down
them.

The main bathroom door snapped open and vapour took over the stretched walls. Jimin glanced at
the door all innocently but his thoughts slipped out of his brain at the sight of the wet naked man.
All Jungkook had wrapped around was a paltry towel sealed around his waist. Steam slowly
escaped from the bathroom. The alfa dried his hair with another small towel but soon his eyes met
Jimin's in the middle of the corridor.

"What." Jungkook irked an eyebrow. And man if that wasn't the most attractive gesture ever. Add
to the convo his naked chest, the prominence of his arms and the ink taking over his skin like a
curse —and you had any omega's wet dream. "Why are you standing there like a mannequin."

The alpha dropped the towel over his shoulder. The cloth hung over his neck, almost covering those
dark nipples, brushing them in a subtle swaying motion that got Jimin salivating. Jungkook's
parents definitely fucked on a golden bed when creating him because no amount of genes in their
reproductive cells could have made this. Whatever this was.

"I needed to pee," babbled the omega but bit his tongue immediately. Jungkook's smirk grew darker
as he approached him. The light behind him turned itself off. The blond couldn't help but back
away. Soon, the edge of the inner balcony was pressing against his lower back, over his ass. The
emptiness of the room was under him, his head almost suspended in the air.
"You have your own bathroom... though" Jungkook came so close that the steam still clinging to his
wet body dawdled into Jimin's nostrils. Gel. It smelled like mint gel and that sweet scent that the
pills fought every day to extinguish. Jimin swallowed the inexistent saliva stuck in his throat.

"I- I forgot. Can you move, please?" The blond refused to blush. but seeing that annoying face
suddenly so serious had his heart spinning in circles. This was like a hell fest for him and a whole
party for his inner omega. "The pasta is almost done... "

Contrary to the usual, Jungkook backed off. His torso shone from the wetness. Jimin imagined
letting his hand reach for the dark nipple. Would an alpha as big and serious as him moan? Blush?
Look at Jimin with shiny lust and beg for the omega to stop when Jimin twisted it between his
fingers?

"I wonder, too" Jungkook chuckled under his breath before walking back to the bathroom. "The
chicken is getting burnt, by the way."

Jimin jumped to the stairs at the reminder. His ears tingled at the feeling of the hovering presence.
He slapped himself back to his senses. It was hard enough having to see the man shirtless on a daily
basis.

The pasta was taken out of the hot water and the chicken fillets out of the pan. It smelled a little
burnt but not that much. It was still edible. Jungkook soon came down after him with his laptop in
hand and a stack of notes along with it. He was spending another sleepless night reading something
Jimin only guessed was related to the company. The alpha left everything on the table and
approached him. "You don't need to cook."
"I know. I'm just bored." Jimin poured the sauce over the white spaghetti. It looked amazing but he
hadn't tasted it yet. "Don't get used to me cooking for you though."

Jungkook walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "Have you done this for other
alphas too?" He took a swig of cold water under the omega's watchful eye. Jimin stopped mixing
the sauce together to stare at the way the alpha's Addam's apple went down and up with each gulp.
His piercing glistened from the water's touch. Jimin tightened his grip on the pot and the slowly
increasing temperature tricked his hand into a sharp pain.

"Fuck!" The omega drew in a sharp breath as he felt his hand redden and his nerves burn from the
small scorch. The stinging had him puffing.

"Let me see" Jungkook grabbed his wrist and before the omega could snatch himself away, he
licked Jimin's hand. A few seconds passed by. The feeling was reduced to nothing in the span of a
few seconds. "Does it still hurt?"

The omega gasped at the lack of burning feeling. It looked as if he had faked it. "The venom...?"

"Yeah." Jungkook grasped his palm and pressed it in his. "I'll set the table. Just sit and wait for the
food."

Both remained silent and it seemed to take everything in Jungkook to let his hand go.

The omega did as told, still fighting the urge to complain and throw something at the alpha for
healing the wound. The action had only confused Jimin even more. Days ago the venom hadn't
worked but was now doing just fine. What had changed?

Once again Jimin found himself on the crystal table, a bowl of spaghetti put in front of him. He
watched as Jungkook gave him the usual glass of wine, always carefully choosing which of the
bottles to pour for Jimin. He always had this thing of pulling up his sleeves before eating and Jimin
sometimes got distracted counting the inked snakes in his arm.

When everything had gotten ready, Jimin took the first bite. He froze as soon as the spoon made
contact with his taste buds and gulped harshly. It was salty. To the point it was hard to chew it
without feeling the tension rising to the clouds in his blood. It was at that moment that he
remembered to add five spoonfuls of salt to the pasta as he looked at something on his phone. Jimin
cleared his throat, taking a good gulp of the wine. He was about to get mocked, called a useless
omega that couldn't even do his natural chores expected from his category.

Jimin faltered at Jungkook's lack of reaction, finding the alpha eating instead. As if the food was
amazing and it wasn't a biohazard threat to anyone's health. "Why are you still eating? I know it
tastes like shit."

"It tastes great to me."

"Oh, how nice." Jimin rolled his eyes. "Seriously, stop eating."

"I said it tastes good to me" Jungkook repeated as he placed another fork rolled in spaghetti inside
his mouth.
Yeah, right. "You think this will make me soften up for you? You are still a piece of shit." Jimin
didn't understand why he was snapping out of nowhere with a sour reaction but did it anyway. He
was embarrassed by the fiasco and seeing Jungkook not mocking him felt like he was being pushed
to a trap.

"I'm not trying anything. Why are you getting so worked up?"

"You are always trying something." Jimin pushed the plate forward and folded his arms. The fact
that the alpha was still eating the disaster called food was gradually pissing him off. Like he just
couldn't stand Jungkook not reacting at all like he expected him to. And Jimin being too conscious,
felt like the alpha giving in was even worse. The last few days didn't make sense. This, now, didn't
make sense.

Why was he sitting here with the Jeon Jungkook that made his life a living hell? The same
Jungkook that threw him at the woods, tried to drown him, and almost broke his head in half with
the stairs? And why the fuck was he salivating over this alpha after everything he had done?

Jungkook dropped his fork, fed up.

The table in front of them was now gone. The plates were washed and the pasta was in the trash.
The wine had been returned to its place and the books Jungkook had brought before were gone
from the surface. The alpha locked himself in the gym and the place fell back into that cold silence.

"Whatever" Jimin sighed. Jungkook didn't deserve an ounce of kindness anyways.

 *

"Good morning to you too," Jimin sipped his coffee after his words got ignored. Another weird
morning under Jungkook's roof with the same routine. The guy had woken up earlier than him
again. It was clear by the prepared breakfast made for the omega and the grunts that echoed in
Jimin's room. He had been working out in the room downstairs at ass o'clock in the morning, to
then take a shower that felt like it had been poured on Jimin and then get back to study. Or do work
stuff. Or whatever the fuck he was reading right now as he walked downstairs.

The alpha didn't even glance at Jimin and went straight for the fridge. His back extended nicely
under the long coat he was wearing today. Black. He loved that colour. Hair perfectly combed with
gel and the oxford shoes looking as brand new as ever. The thin chains that usually hid under his
clothes this time hung over his white shirt. The alpha took out the water bottle he always drank
before leaving and sat on the couch, waiting for Jimin to be ready.

Not a single word.

Not a single word had been exchanged on the ride and Jimin couldn't have been happier. Jungkook
didn't open the door for him and didn't even say goodbye before dropping him at the hospital. He
hadn't even given his signature look at the omega before starting the car and disappearing down the
road.

Whatever. This was a lot better.

 ─────── · ⅩⅤ · ───────

"The doctor says you are healing amazingly!" Jimin strolled into the room with a forced smile. The
sears on Daehyun felt like a slap in the face every single morning. But he couldn't be the sad one in
the two. The least he could do was give the alpha some energy, and cheer him up a little.

"You knew" Daehyun set aside the tray with his breakfast. It was still hard for him to move his
hand so he just carefully pushed it away.

The omega set the bag on the couch. "What?"

"Jin," he said. Jimin felt his heart slip from his fingers and hit the ground in a splash.
"Daehyun..." He rushed to the bed. The alpha was still staring at his own fingers. Jimin grasped his
hands. The skin under his palm had a harsh texture. "I didn't want you to stress even more."

"I've been trapped in this room, feeling like something was missing" The alpha tried to squeeze the
sheet between his fingers. The burnt knuckles were still recovering. Any more tugging and the
fresh flesh would burst out. The omega clenched his fingers, trying to stop the action. "Why isn't
Jin visiting me? Is he busy? Is he okay?" His voice faded, trying to swallow the sob about to
explode in his chest. "They gave me my phone today... and he didn't take any of my calls."

Something wet hit his hand. Jimin felt his lips tremble as he looked up. The tears in Daehyun's eyes
fell one after another caressing his reddened cheek. The omega wiped them away in desperation but
more ran out uncontrollably.

"He doesn't deserve this." Daehyun sobbed. Jimin could feel his blinks getting heavier at the sight.
Of course he didn't. Jin had done the same as every alpha did at his age. But being an omega... he
was bound to punishment for not saving his purity to an abusive man who forced their lives to link
in one. The thought tickled his neck. Jimin remembered Jungkook's imprint and the awareness of
that fact once again clung to the walls of his mind. It was the same situation, wasn't it?

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault" Jimin chanted in despair. He had never seen an alpha cry before
but witnessing someone as big as Daehyun unafraid to be emotional was a sour sight. He had
caused this. To his friends. "If I hadn't been targeted by Minrae none of this would've happened."

"It's no use..." The omega wiped away the remaining tears on the red cheeks with his thumb. "All
those guys had always hated Jin. They've always bashed him for being so... free. But if he hadn't
defended you..." Daehyun suddenly fell silent. Dread crawled up his throat. It was inevitable. It was
Jimin's fault no matter how hard he tried to appease the rage directed at the source. All roads led to
Jimin regardless. "I'm sorry... I just..."
"Don't feel bad" Jimin got down on his knees and dropped his arms on the bed to look at the
wounded alpha better. "It's my fault and I'll make sure to fix it."

Daehyun didn't seem convinced. "But how? His fiancee is a nasty man... He could be dead by
now."

Jimin shook his head. "He isn't."

Jimin came downstairs but didn't have his bag with him. His jacket and things were on the sofa. He
hadn't been able to leave the room to investigate today. The initial intention had been going out to
see more of the corridor. That one on the first floor that kept pulling him in. Every time he went to
the toilet he would stare at it's deep lenght. He had a weight on his shoulders that only appeared
when he saw the white of that empty floor. The beta corridor.

...beta.

As always, the nurses were watching the villain disguised as Prince Charming from inside.

It was lunchtime and Jungkook was already leaning on his car. He was staring at the nothingness
distractedly but as soon as Jimin stepped out of the building those black eyes were on him. It was
like he had a sensor stuck on him. Many people were currently crossing the stairs yet Jungkook had
noticed his presence in a heartbeat.
"Let's go." He said without much emotion. Since yesterday's bickering, he seemed upset and Jimin
was just as annoyed as him right now.

"I'm gonna stay this time," said the omega as he looked up to speak to him.

Jungkook pushed up his sunglasses and an annoyed gaze met Jimin's. "For what?"

Jimin glanced sideways. There were too many people outside at this hour. The cars behind them
passed one after the other and it was unnerving. "Daehyun asked if we could have lunch together"

"Tell him to kill himself," the alpha sneered.

"Jungkook!"

He gritted his teeth. One could tell he was still pissed over last night. "He's a greedy motherfucker
and you are just feeding into his illusions."

"And we don't have that kind of relationship. He's my friend!" Jimin shot back. "I wouldn't have to
be visiting him every day if you had saved him from Minrae."
"I'm paying enough price by having to see you sharing space alone with him. Do I need to suck his
balls too now?"

"No one is asking you to do that. Just stop thinking you're always the one who's right." Jimin felt
like he was going to burst out the frustration from remembering last night. He wished he could hate
Jungkook more more more more more— "You've destroyed our lives. Daehyun cried today after
discovering Jin's situation, I'm left with no dorm and my friend could be killed by next week. Just
like I said last night, you are still a piece of shit."

That seemed to hit Jungkook in the face. His impassive face twisted to anger. "I'm too tired for this
right now." He got into the car and slammed the door shut. "Do whatever you want but don't leave
the building till I pick you up." Jimin crossed his arms, annoyed at his childish attitude. The alpha
didn't spare him any attention and left.

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It had suddenly started to rain despite the cloudless sky this morning. One of the nurses had lent
him an umbrella but Jimin had refused, telling the hospital worker he had someone to pick him up
anyways.

It was nine o'clock in the evening. Few cars marched by the front road but the hospital was busy
today. Jimin sat on the stair outside. He felt a little hot now that they had put the hospital heaters on
and he had a jacket over his shoulders. The rain wasn't as harsh as that night but the temperature
had dropped a significant level for the cold to get through the first layers of cloth.

Long moments ticked. His eyes remained on the ground. Daehyun had spoken a lot more this time.
Jimin had mentioned that Jungkook reacted pretty badly after saying that name.

"His brother..." According to what was on the internet he didn't even exist. Who was this guy, then?
If he was family he must have been known, especially as the older brother. The Jeons were a
chaebol family. They weren't just anybody. They weren't the type to show their faces on TV but
anyone with a bit more knowledge about big corporations would recognize at least Jungkook. Jimin
didn't care about that world. His father would never give him the company for being an omega and
while he had never gotten forced to a marriage, those kinds of rules still stuck in their lineage. He
had only begun to probe further now that he had direct contact with Jungkook.

❤️
His bag vibrated. Jimin reached into the warmth of it and pulled out his phone. Deep down he
hoped to see Jin's number on that screen. "My alpha "

Jimin audibly gasped in horror. "This fucker...?" He pressed the call button. "When the fuck did you
add your number again!?" He almost yelled through the line.
"It's been days there and you just noticed. How slow can you be?" Jungkook spoke in a low voice
like he was trying to not be too obvious.

"Maybe you shouldn't be touching other people's phones at all? How about that?" Jimin gripped
harder the device glued to his ear. People coming out of the hospital glanced at him, curious.
"Where are you? I'm freezing."

"I'll be a bit late," said the alpha from the other line. There was no way the dude was in class at this
hour. Where was he, then?

Jimin slung his bag over his shoulder. His legs were frozen because of the thin fabric over them. It
was time to start wearing high boots. The kind his mother hated so much. "I'll take the bus."

"No." A click slipped on the line. It sounded like a drawer closing. Voices could be heard from
behind and the typing of computers. "Wait for me. I'll be done in an hour," the alpha assured him.
He seemed to cover the call as someone approached. The person said his name and the alpha
hushed tell them to go away. He went back on the line. "Go back to the hospital."

"There's a taxi stop right in front of me." Jimin checked his nails, distracted. The air felt thick
between them this whole day. "I'm hanging up."

"Just wait for me, Jimin." The way he had said that hinted frustration and Jimin was even more
annoyed by that. Why was he always the one going crazy over their tones?

"I don’t care, I'm taking a taxi—"

"I like driving you" Jungkook blurted. Jimin felt his fingernails dig into the palm of his hand. It was
the dumbest thing ever. But he felt a strange heat spread over his neck. Jimin hated the feeling.

He took a breath from the cold air. Steam rose from his lips instead but Jimin sucked in the chilly
feeling. "You don't deserve me waiting for you."

The taxi didn't take long.

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The video had gone viral. Fortunately, it had been taken down and was most likely because it
affected Kim Namjoon's reputation. Jimin hadn't seen Jin since Friday. The only thing that kept him
informed was any news on the internet about his family. It had all been misfortune and the
comments on the blogs had been horrible to read.

The only reason he hadn't gone mad had been Jungkook's words. The rest of the world didn't know
about the businessmen's private trips, of course. But being an old friend of the Jeons, Jungkook
knew about his whereabouts. Jin's fiancé was still overseas. He had a tight schedule and until he
came, no decision would be made. Jungkook assured that Jin's family would do nothing but ground
him.

"He belongs to Namjoon" he had said while smoking a cigarette after lunch.

It was hard to imagine how Jin must had felt. And the worst part? His roommate had no idea about
what happened to Daehyun, about what happened to Jimin. It was as if the three of them had been
struck by a death arrow and bad luck clung to them since then. But it was Jimin who had brought
that misfortune. His current situation was more than enough proof.

The issue with the dorms was still a sad reality. He had thought about calling his parents. Several
times. Asking them to talk to the principal because Jimin's words would have no effect. The
situation in his room was a mess. They were supposed to have already started renovating it but
Jimin needed more than that. He needed the university reproach their own students for acting this
feral. But he also knew they wouldn't listen to him. He was a no-one. The police didn't even try to
help him either. Go against a bunch of alphas? Where was the proof, even?

Jimin ran his hand over his face and kept staring at the ceiling. He seemed to live in a bubble these
days with the same routine he'd never imagined he'd have. He had completely forgotten about his
pending studies, about exams, about the things that mattered to him. He didn't even have notes of
the past few lectures and he was going back to class the next week. Jimin wasn't so sure he was
going. Unless Minrae was fully gone the rest of the guys wouldn't leave him alone. Jimin didn't
know if he was going to survive being all alone.
The word floated in his mind. He pulled out his phone. Jimin hadn't socialised much but the
omegas he'd been brushing off for weeks might do him some good. Jimin placed his fingerprint on
the device. His wallpaper lit up but went dark at the sudden noise.

Two knocks on the door raised his head. Jimin rose to his feet. He was only wearing his pyjamas,
just done changing. The door opened a crack. "I thought you'd be done in an hour."

"I skipped work." Jungkook was damp. His clothes still clung to his complexion. The long black
coat had now wet patches that reached his shoulders. The alpha's hair was still combed under the
gel but the usual rebel strands fell over his forehead. He looked at Jimin's chest and the hungry
gleam in his eyes increased. Had there ever been a moment in which he didn't look at Jimin with
need? Jimin was silent, waiting for the alpha to speak as he watched him closely. His fingers
sweated against on the doorframe. "Have you eaten dinner?"

"I'm not hungry." Jimin sighed against the door. He wanted to shut it on the alpha's face. And the
omega made an attempt but was stopped, as expected. Jungkook's hand fell on his. His fingers felt
cold and clammy. The difference between their length made Jimin stare for too long at their
contact. It had become a fixation lately.

"The least you could do is answer my calls, then." The log had shown ten calls from Jungkook and
none of them had been taken. The alpha's fingers trailed over his own until they brushed his
knuckles. The area itched. "Are you going to act like a bitch forever?"

"There are many reasons for me to be mad at you. You should be thankful I'm not planning your
death as we speak" Jimin retorted. His grip on the edge tightened and a deep frown wrinkled his
forehead. "So don't ask me to be kinder." Jungkook's hand was still glued over his. His rings glinted
once the light of the room hit them. The snake embedded in one of them seemed to come to life.
"Your lips are trembling." Jungkook's eyes on them felt like a caress. Jimin bit them out of reflex.
"Don't." Jungkook pushed further on the door, widening the space to almost open it but Jimin
pushed it back. The difference in strength made him take a step back. "It's like bragging about food
in front of the homeless," Jungkook whispered a step from him. Yet it felt like they were a second
away from kissing. "You can bite your lips... and all I can do is watch the way they turn so red and
wet when you drag your teeth on them."

"Do you want to kiss them?" Jimin asked in a blurt. His heart skipped a beat when he discovered he
had verbally expressed a thought. Shit.

His Adam's apple danced as his soft lips pressed into a thin line. "Kissing? I want to rip them off
your face, Jimin." He stuck a foot inside the room and his face was suddenly a breath away from
Jimin's. Only the door was between them, fighting to be closed or opened. "It haunts me how I can't
kiss them whenever I feel like it." His voice fell hoarse. "Suck on them, bite them and make them
shine with my spit."

Daehyun's face flashed across his mind.

Enough. "I'm sleepy" Jimin lied. He had too much to process tonight to even have a lick of sleep.
But Jungkook's heavy voice was a trap he needed to avoid right now. "I'm not in the mood for this."

"Then why is your sweet face so red?"

"It was cold outside." Jimin gulped. "Move."

"Is that it?" Jungkook leaned his head against the frame. His confident stance, eyes looking from
above —pinning Jimin on his spot. "Or is it the fact that you are nervous?" His face was only hit by
the lamp on the nightstand. It was scary how no reflection hit his black eyes. They sucked the light
out of the room and Jimin's most depraved thoughts if he let himself stare for too long. "Don't lie to
yourself."

"I won't fall for that again."

"I want you to fall." Jungkook pushed the door till it snapped open. "Fall as deep as I did." Lies and
more lies. He just wanted to fuck. "You have conquered every thought I got. My brain is fixated on
you."

"That's a mental illness."

"That you created." Jimin squeezed the knob when feeling Jungkook's thumb stroke in a subtle
circle his knuckle. "I've tried to get rid of it but I'm chained to this obsession" A shiver was begging
to escape his chest but the omega knew better than feed the predator's lust tonight.

"Get out of my room Jungkook." Jimin pulled his hand away from the contact and curled it in a fist,
frustrated. It was bad enough he was heated from the exchange. He couldn't allow the night to go
further than this. "Please."

The alpha looked at him for a few seconds and turned on his heels. The light from the lamp stopped
bathing his rings. Now it looked like he had been sucked back into the darkness of the corridor.
"The pasta tasted like shit," Jungkook said before leaving. The intonation of his voice sounded just
like his state. Damp and melancholic. "But knowing you cooked it for me... made me want to eat it
regardless." The alpha gave him one last glance before the closing door covered his stance.
Jimin fell to the ground until his ass touched the tapestry under the bed. The heat from before on
his neck was now kissing his cheeks. He felt his pulse quicken. The omega shifted his attention at
the ceiling for a reflection of his pathetic state. His face was red. Over this shit. He was blushing
over this man.

Fuck.

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Last night had been another pathetic attempt to fall asleep. More than once he had stopped in the
middle of the corridor in front of the omega's door. The light had been on for a few long minutes
and Jungkook, at every step, felt the strong pull to turn on his heels and go back inside.
He could still remember the omega's burning cheeks. How his eyes shook when his hand touched
his. Jungkook wanted to dig his face into that dainty neck, sniff the air caught there and kiss the
exposed collarbone. The scenario in his head, taken from one dimension of the thousands, played
out in his pupils. One in which he pushed that door open, his coat slipped off his shoulders and
Jimin fell onto the bed.

He strangled the steering wheel in his hands.

"Daehyun's parents are coming today," Jungkook told him as he drove. Jimin nodded but didn't say
anything. His silence was strange. He was restless. His mind jumped from one point to another as if
he couldn't concentrate on one thing. The alpha wanted to look at him again. Study his profile. His
nose looked even smaller from that side and his jaw was way sharper. He had a more rounded face
the past days.

Jungkook let his eyes trail over the rich thighs after turning around the roundabout. It was jeans
today. And they just had to be black. And tight on his skin. At least the jumper over his body
covered the way the garment clung to his ass. "I still want to visit him." As he said those words his
mind was blank. Jungkook tightened his grip over the leather. He hated not knowing what was
going through the omega's head but a blank mind was worse.

"He won't die because you didn't visit him once." Jungkook was growing tired of the constant back-
and-forth bullshit. What the fuck were they even talking about these days? The half-dead dog
barely seemed alive and Jimin wasn't the life of the party to start a conversation either.

"I'll gladly take the bus if you'll keep bitching about this" Jimin grumbled. He was staring at the
window, avoiding looking Jungkook in the face.
"Don't even think about it." Taking the bus was too risky. Many alphas took public transport and
there were hundreds of cases of omegas being groped. Just the thought made Jungkook feel his
obsessive anger rise again over the dumb fake scenarios. It wasn't just that. Jimin wasn't even
pretty. He was straight up gorgeous. Breathtaking. Owner of that kind of face and body that made
anyone have a double take. Small face and golden hair that made him look like a prince. Either the
bus driver would fall in love with him or some motherfucker in that bus. And Jimin was always
gifting polite smiles to random people. God knew how many dudes had fallen for that. And how
many would chase the bunny after seeing him getting onto the bus. One only needed one single
take to fall for the omega.

Just like Jungkook did.

"Finally" Jimin sighed, grabbing his bag. Jungkook leaned his arm on the window and looked at the
boy. Golden strands slipped out from behind his ear as he bent down to save his phone. The back of
his neck was exposed and it took everything in Jungkook to let his hand wander to that soft neck
and slowly caress it up to his small ears pierced with an earring. Tuck back the soft locks of hair
that covered his half-moon eyes. "Bye."

He circled the car and headed towards the building. "Aren't you gonna give me a kiss?" Jimin
turned around, horrified.

"Absolutely not?" He's gone mental, his mind said. Jungkook drummed on the open car window as
he pushed his sunglasses over his head. Jimin dug his attention into his eyes. He had a fixation on
their complexion and the poor thing probably thought Jungkook couldn't tell how obsessed he was
with them. Just like with his body, his muscles, his piercings. So easy to read the flushed cheeks
whose owner hated his guts but couldn't fight their magnetic bond. Jimin was an open book and he
was the only one able to open it.

"You wasted the free trial of rides to the hospital" Jungkook relaxed in the seat and undid his belt
for a better position. "Don't you think it's time to return the favour?"
Jimin rolled his eyes. He looked around like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "This is the
least you should be doing to pay for the damage you created. You should be kissing the ground I
walk on."

The fact that the idea did not displease the alpha made Jungkook grin. He was going crazy. It wasn't
even an hypothesis at this point. "C'mon, just one. For the service of the ride. You know driving is
hard."

"Goodbye" Jimin slid away. His bag swayed as he walked which made the alfa stare back at his
long legs. He had picked the sizes way too well.

"Seriously? And here I was making an exclusive offer just for you" Jungkook snorted. His voice
didn't match his flat expression but the tone in it made the omega glance back at him in shock. "I
could be asking for a blowjob yet all I'm asking for is a kiss."

A blowjob. That would upgrade his mornings. Sipping his coffee while the cute blond omega
cockwarmed his dicks inside that mouth.

"Say please." Jimin stopped in his tracks and crossed his arms. The shift in his gaze softened his
expression. The little bitch knew how to get to Jungkook.

"Who the fuck begs for a kiss?" He stroked the steering wheel in annoyance. Jimin seemed pleased
with the reaction.
"You. Say please."

"Aren't you getting too cheeky for a prey?" He hadn't said please in years.

"I'm not the one that wants a kiss" Jimin looked down at his nails, getting sassy. Oh, he did. His
mind was already picturing every detail of Jungkook's forked tongue caressing his soft tongue. "I'm
doing just fine not having to kiss you." Fucking liar.

"It's what I deserve for driving your ass every day."

"Not my problem." Jimin looked at him for a few seconds and after realizing the man wasn't giving
in, he pursed his lips. "No? Bye then" The omega started to climb the stairs. The urge to get out of
the car and drag him back to the vehicle was getting louder. The alpha tsked.

"Jimin."

"No please no kiss. See you later." Was this even worth it? Jungkook didn't know but he was
starving. For touch, anything to give him the advantage of touching the omega. The rut
approaching his door didn't give him a single rest. He needed something to get off to.

"Give me a kiss." Jungkook could barely push his voice to say it. "Please."
The omega stopped climbing the stairs. He still had one leg over the next step. "I didn't hear you."

"You are insufferable."

"Mmm," Jimin glanced at the time on his phone. "Daehyun must be waiting for me."

"I said," Jungkook ruffled his hair involuntarily, suddenly feeling a hot flame over his cheeks. "Can
you give me a kiss, please?"

A few seconds passed before the omega reacted. A mix between shock and satisfaction was written
all over his mind. "Mmm cute" Jimin beamed. The alpha scoffed through his nose. But anger
vanished at the sight of those plum lips breaking into a smile. His crooked teeth hit a spot in
Jungkook's brain that made the alpha feel dizzy. The omega approached the car. He stuck his head
in the window and was suddenly a blink away from Jungkook's face. "Good boy" he murmured
against the alpha's lips. And the fact that it irked something in the alfa bothered Jungkook even
more.

"Don't piss me off" He grabbed the collar of the jumper and pressed his mouth against the omega's.
Their lips embraced and only him and his inner alpha could understand how holy the feeling was.
He was levitating with every kiss. It wasn't even normal how euphoric a stupid kiss from those lips
made him feel.

Jimin didn't take long to blush. He pressed his eyes close, trying to not look into Jungkook's ones.
After a breath-clenching open-mouthed kiss, the omega tried to get away from the car.
"Where do you think you are going?" Jungkook yanked the omega's hair, pushing his face back to
his. Their lips touched again and this time the omega had to hold on to the edge of the window
when Jungkook grunted against the kiss.

"T-that's enough," Jimin gasped. His eyes glossy, pretty mouth shining with Jungkook's spit.
"Someone might come." No one was this early getting into the hospital but the omega was clearly
trying to escape.

Jungkook looked at the time on his wrist and released the poor bunny. He still had stuff to do.
"Think of me every time you glance at another man."

"Here we go again" Jimin grimaced as he fixed his clothes and walked away all chilled like he
hadn't just kissed the shit out of Jungkook.

Jungkook was back on the highway. He had not looked in the rear-view mirror a single time. And
he knew why.

His whole face was flaming red.

"Good boy."

"Oh fuck you." He shrieked in anger.

 ─────── · ⅩⅤ · ───────

"He's waiting for you." His heart sank into his stomach. Jin clenched the coffee cup in his hands as
he tried to not choke on the ball seizing in his throat The loud heartbeats wouldn't let him think.
Sweat beaded on his palms, making his grip a lousy attempt to hold on to anything. He was scared.
Horrified.

The ceiling of the room above his head seemed about to crumble. He hadn't seen anything else in
days. Only allowed to stare at the plain wall and think in tears about why he had to be born an
omega. In the eyes of others, his parents' punishment was no big deal. But that was the thing .They
couldn't touch him because he already had another owner.

His mother never interacted with him again. And his father... his father didn't want to see him
anymore. Their mood had worsened after that night. His mother had woken up with screams that
reached all the way to the top floor. "How could he? How could he do this to us!?" Jin didn't know
what it was about but it had been his fault once again.
"Your parents..." The house butler had peeked in on Saturday morning with a disappointed look on
his face. "There's a video circling social media." Jin never got to see it but at that moment he felt
his soul fall to the ground. The university alphas had made a video shaming him and made sure to
tag his family.

And now the Kims had lost all connections with other families. Their stocks were gone. No one
wanted to have contact with them after the last fuck up. His family's company had taken the biggest
hit in its history and there was no way to recover from such a casualty. Jin didn't want to imagine
the comments there must have been about him and his parents. The shame would follow them for
the rest of their lives. The remainder of how his mother went to work every day with her head
down felt like a sour punch.

His car had been dented and destroyed the same Sunday morning. Traditional activists wanted the
family gone. Jin had peeked from the window at the number of people that came to complain to
their home.

He tried to breathe away the agony flooding his lungs. This was all his fault. He was the reason of
his family's downfall.

"Would it be possible to... take your phone again?" He raised his eyes anxiously at the servant.
They had all known him since he was a baby. All of them had a connection with him that his
parents didn't know much about. The betas adapted to the reality of society but among themselves,
everyone was truly the same.

The old man in black stroked his head. That had been the only affection Jin had gotten these days.
His white gloves always had that texture that harshly slid against the locks of the omega's hair. "It's
too risky."
"I need to try to contact my friend again, please" Jin felt the tears on the verge of escaping again.
He had tried to call Jimin before but the omega didn't take the call. Calling Daehyun would only
make them think he had another affair with yet another alpha. Jin couldn't push himself further into
the shit hole he was already caught in.

"Focus on your alpha Jin," the man said. The wrinkles in his eyes stretched with the movement of
his eyebrows. "He's the only hope for your family."

Namjoon had not said anything since the incident. Apparently, he wasn't in the country at the
moment, but the news had reached him in the span of a few days. And now he was here.

"I don't want to see him." Jin felt like a mouse trapped in a box. "I can't see him."

"He's waiting downstairs, Jin."

"He'll kill me... Please!" Jin wept inconsolably and the butler responded to his tears with an
embrace. "I can't do this! I can't do this! I'll just kill myself!"

"Deciding what to do with my body?" The thick voice knocked on the room. Jin gasped, eyes red
and blurry shifting to the source. "Since when do you have a say in your life?"

"A-alpha" Jin wiped his tears, but they wouldn't stop flowing. "P-ple-please."
The alpha gave a stern look at the beta. "Leave."

As soon as he left the room, the alpha closed the door. Jin flinched, scared. "I'm sorry... I didn't
know—"

The sole of a shoe slammed against his mouth. Jin fell hard on his face. The full weight of the alpha
fell on his cheek. He felt his skull a second away from snapping into pieces. "This is your place."
Namjoon rubbed his shoe over his face. The omega tried to cover his face but the strong whip of a
belt paused every attempt. The burning touched his nerve to the point where it grew hot. Another
lash grabbed his face. His cheek broke an ugly red that vibrated with a sizzling sting. Pain flamed
all over his face and tears finally escaped to accompany the blood that began to gush from his face.
"Under me. At my feet. Licking anything I give you." Namjoon grabbed a fistful of his hair. "But
your parents didn't teach you well" He pulled his head until he lifted Jin off the ground. The omega
sobbed in pain. His voice broke in pleas and begs for help. The skin on his face had taken an ugly
flush. It hurt. It hurt so bad. "I've been shamed to the point I had to cancel all my meetings. All
because my omega couldn't keep its legs closed."

It.

"You love dick, don't you?" Namjoon spat on his bloodied face and whipped the omega over and
over again. The leather tortured Jin's skin. "Acting all prude when you have always been a whore
for any man that walks by. How many times have you let them fuck you?" He unbuttoned his
trousers. "I'll make you hate having a cunt for the rest of your life, bitch."

"M-mom..." Jin cried as he saw the shadow behind the alpha. His mother looked heartbroken.
"Don't do this to me, please. I'll fix this—" a slap in the face made him spit out a gasp from the hit.
Jin was against the wall, being stripped naked in front of his mother's eyes. His screams had no
effect on her. He was trapped in Namjoon's claws.
Before the pain of what was about to happen began, Jin found himself pressing his eyes closed —
embracing the darkness as he felt Namjoon's heavy breath against his cheek.

For some reason, he remembered Jimin's smile when the bunny goodbyed him from the window.

─────── · ⅩⅤ · ───────

"I'll stay at home today" Jimin announced. Jungkook shifted on his legs towards him. His bare pecs
were the first thing to greet the omega. He was getting dressed and had not yet closed his shirt.
"Sure," replied the alpha, focusing back on combing his hair. From the mirror one could watch him
carefully choosing which strand to pull to the other side. The still-rising sunlight left a strange
mixture of illumination and darkness in the room, making his figure dim to the eye. Jimin stared at
him distractedly, still peeking out from behind the door. Jungkook turned to the shoe wardrobe and
the omega didn't miss the chance to stare at the rock-hard abs protruding under his skin, just as
distracting as his waist moving from side to side whenever the alpha walked. "Are you waiting to
do my tie?"

He gave the blond a side glance and Jimin looked at him in disbelief. "Get yourself another omega
to do that."

"But I want you to do it" Jungkook threw the long coat over his shoulders and approached the
bunny. The fragrance of his clothes flooded his nostrils and Jimin found himself widening them to
catch even more of that scent.

The alpha looked down at him, waiting for an answer that was more than clear. "No." Jimin felt a
little exposed standing in the middle of the hallway with only an oversized shirt on and his hair a
mess, looking down at the alpha from below as he gripped the inner balcony. Jungkook took off his
tie.

"Then I guess I won't wear it today." The garment slipped out of the shirt and fell to the floor.
Jungkook didn't pick it up and instead unbuttoned a bit of his shirt. His hard chest peeked out from
under the material like an invitation to the eyes, tanned skin contrasting with the thin chains he
always had on. Jimin felt the weird need to button it back.

"Do whatever you want" Jimin told him, repeating the same words from the other day. He turned to
walk down to the living room under Jungkook's watchful eye on his ass —as always. His footsteps
stopped at the room where the alpha slept and he turned the knob again, knowing it wouldn't fully
move at all. "Why is your room always locked?" He shifted to Jungkook.
Passed what felt like a minute. Jungkook's eyebrow didn't flinch like he did whenever his thoughts
slipped out. "Because my biggest secret is there." The alpha stared at him from the start of the
corridor. A creepy smile discovered his fangs. He walked smoothly to the omega. His shoes made a
flat song against the floor. The glass balustrade of the balcony was caressed by the alpha, fingers
running as if he were about to undress it. His steps only ceased a meter away from Jimin's feet.
"Stay here."

Biggest secret. Jimin cast a look at the door. Was he joking? Maybe the dude did it to feel safer but
the security in the building was already quite high. He hadn't even gotten serious at the question.

He glanced back at the alpha stroking down the stairs two at a time, his long legs fast and steady.
Maybe it wasn't a big deal like Jimin thought.

He spent the morning lying on the couch, watching TV and checking the whole house like a
burglar. He had gone into the other rooms several times and especially the one he had been in the
very first night.

Jimin still had his pyjamas on and had only washed his face.

He slipped into the room. The same walls as before greeted him, along with the calm and empty air
that wrapped him in as he stepped deeper into the room. The omega took a double look when he
noticed that the mattress was no longer the same. The sheets were different too. The traces of
mixed scents that had been left before were now gone. As if no one had ever been there.
He went out into the hallway and stopped again at Jungkook's door. He let his fingers fall on the
surface and stuck his ear to it. There was nothing behind it, logically. It was empty. He had thought
that maybe Jungkook had corpses stored there. That maybe he even had a nest there like an omega.
One could never know. He even thought that all this was linked to Eunwoo somehow.

Jungkook's reaction had been too chill for someone hiding a secret. Jimin dropped the weight of his
head against the door. As much as the alpha might have looked all calm, Jungkook was way too
good at manipulating the situation to his advantage. He could have faked his reaction to make it
seem less important than it was.

"Mmm," Jimin hummed, lost in his thoughts. He stepped into the room where the wardrobe was
hung. The smell of cologne had taken over every corner of it. It smelled like alpha. No.
Jungkook. It had a very distinctive smell. His scent by itself was very unusual. Alphas did not have
sweet scents, especially predators . They usually had mentholed scents, thick, heavy aromas.
Jungkook's one was like a perfume and when he was hit by the rut, that same perfume became
sweet. It hypnotized anyone to feel weak, and suddenly too dizzy.

The omega sniffed the hanging jacket. Mixed with his scent, the cologne he always wore created a
fresh breeze. He smelled good all the time, even his already-worn clothes still had that fragrance on
them.

Jimin ran his hand along the creases created by the clothes. It was all suits and more suits. There
was only one section of hoodies that the alpha hardly seemed to wear. All his clothes were of big
brands and high quality. Judging by the signatures on their labels, they had all been custom-made.
The omega took one of them out and put it on. He looked at himself in the mirror. The shoulder
part was huge and the sleeves covered half of his fingers. Jungkook's musculature made his build
thicker by the inches that Jimin had left over from the fabric.

Seeing himself for so long in the mirror provoked a curiosity to which he had no answer. Why did
Jungkook have this apartment if he lived in the dorms? More privacy? Jungkook didn't seem like
the type to care fucking someone in front of his alpha buddies.

The sound of the doorbell froze his fingers on the buttons. Jimin looked down the empty hallway
through the open door. He turned around, still with the jacket hugging him, and walked towards the
door. The noise escalated from ringing once to several times, reaching the insistent point where the
person was holding their finger on the button. Jimin hurried down the stairs. It wasn't Jungkook, for
sure. But who, then? No one visited the alpha. Not even servants. Jungkook had dismissed them
ever since he had moved Jimin under his roof.

Whoever it was, they were annoying. The doorbell was going to burn out from ringing. There was
an impatience in that rattling behind the door that made Jimin want to punch them.

He stopped in his tracks at the sudden reminder. Was it Minrae? He knew about this location and
even though Jungkook had told him that the university's classmates didn't know about his
apartment, the dude could have told them Jimin was there. But he had no way to know that, did he?

The doorbell rang again, and Jimin, infuriated, yanked the door open. "Can you fucking stop
already!?" His shout echoed in the empty hallway.

Empty, except for the person right in front of him. "Now who the fuck are you to be screaming at
my face, huh?" The boy took decisive steps inside until he was inside the omega space. Jimin
almost fell on his ass from the surprise. Another one of Jungkook's hookups? "Who are you?"

"I should be asking the same thing?" Jimin irked an eyebrow. "Are you Jungkook's... fuck omega or
something like that?" The alpha was around there spreading his seed like nothing. The stranger
scoffed in disgust.
"How dare you degrade me to that level?" The boy dropped the bags and took two big steps
towards the omega. Jimin retreated at the same pace, unable to register what was about to be the
next move. Who the fuck was this? A friend? "Aren't you one of them?" The boy grabbed him by
the collar of his shirt and pulled him in. Jimin gasped in horror and tried to push him but he paused
when the dude started sniffing him. "You smell like Jungkook everywhere."

"Get off me!" The omega slapped his grip away. The brown-haired boy stroked his hands,
offended.

"I could have your hand chopped off for that. Don't piss me off" he snarled.

"Leave." Jimin pointed at the door. "Or I'll call Jungkook."

"Aren't you too confident on that? He won't even pick up the call." The boy bursted out a laugh as
he folded his arms. The crease of his smile froze and he went silent, suddenly. "Wait... now that I'm
looking at you..." He blinked a few times, as if his eyes weren't working well enough. "I've seen
your face before."

"Uh?"

"Oh, definitely." The boy placed his hands on his hips. His mood shifted drastically, becoming way
less threatening. Suddenly, he gasped and snapped his fingers. "Oh God, I remember! You are
Jungkook's—"
A hand slammed against his mouth. The omega flinched in shock. Jimin glanced at the Jungkook
behind the stranger. Jungkook had just come back from the lectures but he looked like he was about
to murder someone. The omega raised his eyes at him and pulled his hand away.

"Jungkookie!"

Jungkook...ie?

The beauty of an omega jumped to hug the alfa. The difference in size between them made him
unable to fully wrap his arms around the predator's middle. Jungkook didn't welcome back the hug
and instead gritted his teeth, infuriated.

Jimin ignored the uncomfortable pang drumming his chest at the sight of the omega hugging
Jungkook.

The alpha shut the door behind them. He seemed angry over the new presence. Jimin had never
seen anyone act like that with the guy without losing a hand at least. Yet here was the pretty boy.
The alpha grabbed the stranger's shoulder and pulled him off his body. "How did you find this
building."

His harsh tone made the omega pout. "Dad told me."

Dad?
Wait, what!?

Jungkook's jaw tightened. Oh, he was mad. Close to cursing the boy in front of him but noticing
Jimin's confused expression, he stopped. "He's my brother."

This guy wasn't Eunwoo, right?

Jimin adjusted himself on the sofa, still uncomfortable with the atmosphere. The alpha's jacket was
still shamelessly over his shoulders. It was obvious it was Jungkook's but no one had said
anything.

It looked an interview. Jungkook was beside him, staring down at the omega in front of them. They
looked like a couple chastising their child just by the way they were seated. The alpha even had that
annoying arm hovering behind Jimin's shoulders with strong ownership waving from his attitude.

"So you are Jungkook's brother...?" He dared to ask. The omega crossed his legs. He looked so
sassy.
"Isn't it obvious? We look similar." They didn't. The beauty had a softer face that contrasted with
his brown hair. His eyes weren't black, but yellowish instead. Jungkook was tanner and had rougher
features. The omega in front of them looked like a doll and the guy next to Jimin... the reason for
all his misfortune.

"Why are you here." Jungkook drummed his fingers on the couch, still drilling a hole in his
brother's face with his sharp stare.

The boy stretched out on the seat and looked around the room, curious. He rose from his chair
under the watchful eye of his brother and stood at the destroyed window Jungkook had yet to fix.
"Why is this broken?"

"Answer the question."

His brother shifted to the alpha with a pout that came out of nowhere. He looked so... different from
what Jimin imagined a Jungkook relative would look like. It was as if Jungkook and he weren't
even from the same species. One was pitch black and the other a brighter color.

"I'm bored. That's why." He fiddled with his fingers. His nails were so flashy. Jimin ran his eyes
over his outfit. He wore black boots under his tight jeans and a velvety coat over them. His
matching black beret had a bow in the same pattern as the scarf around his neck.

Jungkook suddenly stood up and yanked the guy with his wrist. "Go back home. You are not
staying here." He pulled the boy towards the door but the omega tried to break away from his
punishing grjp.
"I don't want to!" The boy started jumping up and down to loosen the hold but his brother didn't
care. Jungkook looked way too annoyed about this visit and the blond had a feeling it was because
of the predator's family discovering about him.

"Go back home and stay there." The alpha grabbed all his bags and opened the door for him.

"You think Jaewoon knows about your apartment? I didn't tell any of them about it! Father didn't
even tell me!"

"Then how the fuck are you here?" Jungkook snarled, furious. "Through a call, the most you could
figure out is me living outside of the campus. But my exact address? Don't try to play with me."

"Jungkookie..." The omega pouted. "I actually... followed you the other day from the university."

"You came all the way here to track me?" That only seemed to worsen the alpha's anger. Being a
stalker seemed to run in the family.

"Yes but listen... I only told dad I'm leaving! Our brothers don't even live with us, so they have no
idea I'm here" Jungkook's little brother suddenly dropped his shoulders. "Not like they would care
about me anyways." Jimin irked an eyebrow. He was so lost right now.

Jungkook sighed through his nose. His aggravating gaze pinned over his brother didn't hold the
kind of hatred Jimin was used to seeing when it was someone else the source of it. "There's no way
you followed me." The alpha dropped the bags and closed the door, needing a second to take in the
new information. "I'd have tracked your presence a mile away."

"I—"

"You sent a beta to follow me," he spat, but his hands stayed in their place. Jungkook approached
the omega and whispered something to him that the prey couldn't catch from the sofa. "You need to
leave. I won't risk Jimin's safety over your stupid whims. "

The omega lowered his gaze to the ground. "That makes no sense. But you said..."

"Not now."

His little brother gave up. His expression switched after their talk. "Well, I'll be around the town
these days, Jimin," the boy said, now back at the bunny. He acted as if he had known him all his
life. As if they had met before but the guy hadn't recognized him at first, which didn't match his
current attitude. The sassiness was gone.

"I'll drive you." Jungkook grabbed his bags but his brother brushed the request off.

"No need. My driver is waiting outside." The boy shifted to Jimin. "Give me your number. We need
to catch u—"
What?

"Min su." Jungkook's voice drained any kind of fun in the boy's expression. "Leave him alone."

"Isn't this man tiring?" Min su whispered to Jimin. The omega nodded yet still a bit lost. Had he
just implied they knew each other? What the actual fuck was going on? "I'll be back one of these
days. I'm sure you are bored of being here."

"I... yeah" Jimin glanced at the alpha behind Min-su, waiting at the door. He wasn't looking at his
brother, he was looking at Jimin. Jungkook always had his whole attention on the omega. As if
nothing else mattered but him and only him.

And just like that, Min-su was gone. Jungkook seemed to be able to breathe again after closing that
door. Even after Min-su's insistence about having a bodyguard with him, the alpha still
accompanied the boy to the car and opened the door for him. Jimin could barely see anything from
the window but their figures were obvious from the distance. Jungkook appeared to be a naturally
protective person. His attitude towards his brother was... so weird. It felt strange seeing someone
not scared of the predator and even minimizing his name to Jungkookie.

That family Jungkook despised so much didn't include Min-su.

"I didn't know you had a little brother... How old is he?" Jimin shifted on the sofa, bringing his
knees to his chest as he watched the alpha type something on his phone.

"2 years younger. He's the last Jeon."

"I'm surprised he's allowed to go out. You have a traditional mindset. I expected your brother to
look like..."

"A nun" Jungkook completed. Jimin had to hide the smile. He didn't know why it was so funny but
Jungkook's family did give that image. Like a military one. "My parents don't give him attention so
whatever he does, no one really cares."

"Not even your father?"

Jungkook stopped. He hated these questions about himself and one could easily tell by the way he
analyzed his own replies, making sure to not slip an unwanted detail. "Father is a busy man. And he
isn't a fan of omegas."

Father. He didn't even call him dad. "Is that why you hate them so much?"

The question hung in the air until the alpha approached the window. "That isn't the reason"
Jungkook took out the pack of cigarettes and lit it with the lighter from his pocket. "But it's part of
it, too," he admitted. The fact that he acknowledged being influenced surprised Jimin. That ego of
his was hard to predict.

"You seem to like... Min-su." The way he had followed his brother outside, carried his bags and
didn't slap him silly as one would expect was enough sign. Maybe Jungkook treated all his brothers
that way but Jimin was more convinced that Min-su was an exception.
"He's the only innocent one in that house." The comment seemed simple and normal. But it carried
under it a dangerous feeling that Jimin couldn't quite catch. Jungkook's empty gaze over the cloudy
sky held all the answers to the secrets building up in Jimin's path.

Innocent.

What did he mean by that?

"You look good," he said suddenly. After noticing the omega's confused face, Jungkook had to
explain himself. "In my clothes."

He hadn't even remembered. Jimin glanced down at his hands —to the long sleeves reaching his
knuckles. It was thick, with a few layers sewn together and long for his own size. Its warmth
emanated from the velvety inner fabric. The kind of texture that made one fall asleep on an autumn
evening, waiting for the bus to drop them at the next stop.

"You won't ask why I'm wearing it?" Jimin took it off despite how happy Jungkook looked while
appreciating the blond under his clothes. His territorial instinct was probably ticking, excited. It
was like hitting all the right buttons in an alpha.

Jungkook leaned against the window while smoking what was left from the now-empty packet of
cigarettes. "I can guess you were exploring my house." He took a drag as the rest of the sour steam
left his lungs. The thick layers of smoke wafting out of his nostrils vanished into thin air, stolen by
the wind outside without any resistance. "Asking yourself why I live here and why I always wear
suits." Jimin let the silence between those words conquer the space, listening in wonder how easily
the alpha guessed. "Appreciating how small you feel in my stuff."
The omega grasped the crumpled jacket in his hands. "There isn't much difference in height
between us."

The pierced corner of his lips hefted. A half grin stared back at the omega. "There isn't." He
smashed the cigarette on the edge of the window. It made a low, barely audible noise. The wind
coming from the window had taken all its life already. "But I bet you like to feel I'm bigger than
you."

"You bet too much for a stranger." Jimin lifted his legs from the frigid floor to bend his knees and
drop the soles of his feet on the couch. Jungkook turned at the sound of the leather being slightly
crushed by the weight of the omega.

"A stranger..." The word faded in his voice. His eyes were somewhere else. Jimin pretended he
wasn't noticing the nuanced motions in that face or how Jungkook's gaze followed the edge of the
long nightshirt, now slowly slipping off. The effect of gravity revealed his bare thighs until the shirt
dropped down to the omega's waist. His legs were exposed down to his briefs. Jimin resisted the
need to pull up the shirt over his knees again. A tiny part of him enjoyed the hunger in that silent
stare. "You have long legs." The statement didn't sound like a discovery. Jungkook was distracted
by the prey. Not even a kid looked that hungry over candy.

"I know" Jimin nibbled on the inside of his lower lip. The distraction of biting the inner flesh of his
mouth couldn't placate the flame threatening to ignite inside of him. Jungkook's black shoes turned
and sank to the ground on a sober step. And another. And another one. His backlit figure dimmed
his silhouette. He wasn't looking at the naked legs anymore but, instead, at Jimin.

As much as he desired to read that mind, Jimin feared what could be there. What kind of scenarios
played in Jungkook's brain every time they looked at each other. Whenever he touched the omega.
Or when he felt his heartbeat close to his nonexistent one. Jungkook didn't seek love. He sought to
own and conquer every inch of him. One couldn't fall for that as pretty as that stern face was. The
devil was never ugly. Jimin knew he had met him the moment they made eye contact.

"Have you ever been fucked against a wall, Jimin?" The question had escaped from his dirty mind.
Jimin could tell. Jungkook ran his hand across the sofa, the same one the bunny was sitting on. The
heavy silver rings reflected the omega's distorted face. Jimin stared at them for a second. His eyes
roamed up to the sleeve covering the man's watch. The time felt blurry at the presence hovering
near him. "I hope those legs haven't been around anyone's waist." Jungkook dragged his hand a
little further, closer. The sound was spongy against the leather of the sofa. His hand was steady but
Jimin knew better. Jungkook wished to let it wander up to the boy's shoulder, caress his chest over
the shirt and climb up to his neck. He could almost predict what Jungkook's fingers would do. The
way in which his thumb would caress Jimin's cheek and then move up to his hair. Like a kitten,
Jungkook would stroke the golden strands between his fingers then tug them up and force the
omega to kiss him.

A kiss. Jimin tightened his grip on the jacket over his lap.

"Around whose should they be, then?"

The predator's fingertips dug into the material. The smell of tobacco felt close, alluring and hot
over Jimin's head. Abruptly he stopped. Jungkook released the couch from his grip and took a step
back. A mutter hidden with a tired huff vibrated from his chest though the omega didn't get to catch
his words. He had changed his mind, or at least that's what it looked like.

Jimin stared at the guy from the living room as he left. The alpha climbed the stairs, two at a time,
back straight as he shredded the dark coat off his shoulders. The omega's naked feet tingled to run
after him. He knew Jungkook would go to the bathroom and take a shower. Cross the corridor lost
in thought and change his clothes in the wardrobe. Yet never enter that room unless Jimin was
inside his own.
 *

He was back in no time. Jimin could feel his presence passing behind. The fresh smell of the
shower permeated his skin. One quick glance was needed.

He filled his glass of water again even though he wasn't thirsty. All so he could turn to the fridge
and peek over the—

"Why are you naked?" The bottle almost slipped from his fingers. He squeezed the plastic in his
hands. Chest. All he could see was that wide inked chest and the relief of the abs worthy of a
sculpture. What a sight, damn.

The alpha, like always, drank that cold water bottle in a single gulp and threw it into the container.
His lips were moistened by the action. The sheen of water remaining on them whispered Jimin's
name. "I'll exercise a little" he mumbled as he looked at him. "I thought you'd be used to this by
now."

"Respect me a little, will you? I don't need to see your chest—"

"I didn't need to see your naked legs either" Jungkook raised his fingers to the oversized shirt he
was still wearing. He had only grabbed the edge of the material but it felt like an attempt to undress
the omega. Or maybe that was just Jimin's crazy imagination.
"The shirt slipped..." mused the bunny, pulling his hand away. He opened the fridge and took out a
tomato and lettuce. What was he here for, again? Ah right. Salad. He walked over to the wooden
tray on the counter and pulled out a knife. "It's not my fault."

"You didn't even try to cover your knees," Jungkook said from his spot but was barely audible with
the tap on full power over the tomato.

"Am I a nun now?" Jimin slashed the bright red ball of nutrients as if it were Jungkook's face over
the board. The cuts weren't straight, though. His hand couldn't even hold the knife right.

"I told you, you don't need to cook." His voice suddenly felt close. Too close. The edge of the knife
trembled on the tomato and before he could notice, the knife was pressing over his own finger.
"Jimin." Jungkook snatched it from his hands and just by that groan with the name one could tell
the man didn't like one bit what he just saw. "You are a threat to your own life."

"Do you really wanna bring up that now?" The omega pushed his hand away but the alpha had him
surrounded from behind, glueing his hips to the kitchen counter. "Get off me."

"I'm not doing anything." Jungkook sniffed his hair from behind. He could feel his nose on the back
of his neck, pressed against his skin as it roamed his nape. "You smell like me" He sounded
satisfied, satiated with that fact. Jungkook pressed his chest to the omega's back like he was part of
his body. But he didn't come alone. His bare waist at the same level as the omega's ass joined the
position. Jimin felt his lungs about to explode from holding his breath.

"You don't need to be this close" he muttered in a gasp, his eyes never leaving the knife. Jimin had
to remind himself of the steps because it was becoming an impossible task thinking with the alpha
behind him. What was the process? Push him off, right. Yes, push him off and threaten him with
the knife to back off.
"Close? I'm not even that close." There was a dark chuckle against the back of his neck. He raised
his arms to the omega's waist. His hand ran up the Jimin's belly in a half hug that started from
behind. The bunny found himself between his arms, sealed by the hard muscles holding him against
the alpha's chest. "This is close" Jungkook whispered against his ear. This was funny to him,
apparently. He was enjoying this, enjoying how messy Jimin was when the distance between them
shortened. The poor guy's breath hitched and his grip on the knife loosened.

"No touching." The omega snapped from the wave of slick a step away from coming out of him. He
dropped the knife and pushed Jungkook's arms away before fulminating the guy with a murderous
look. The alpha was still glued to his back, hands now suspended in the air.

He clicked his tongue after shamelessly maintaining eye contact with the omega like he wasn't
pressing his middle against the poor bunny's back.

Jungkook dug his crotch even further against the soft ass and brought his lips to the blond's ear.
"That wasn't touching." He let his hands rest on the counter, each on one side of the blond's waist.
He could see how the long shirt rode up the curve of the omega's ass. How the voluptuous globes
couldn't be hidden under an oversized shirt. Jungkook's fingers itched to hold it, grab it and squeeze
the fatness. Jimin noticed the rigid movements of his hands. "There's clothes between us. You never
specified what touching meant, either."

"Jungkook I swear to God—" Jimin's voice decayed in the air. The alpha's teeth dug into his skin
and, trying to escape the sudden tingle that gave him, he pushed his ass against Jungkook's crotch.
"I'll murder you, stop!" He tried to grab the knife from the table but the alpha's hand crushed his.

"Oh, were you about to try to kill me? You can be so funny sometimes" Jungkook rested his chin
on his neck. "I'm always a step ahead baby."
Jimin looked at him with disgust from the side of his eye. "Seriously? Baby? This is worse than
little bunny."

"Little bunny is reserved for when you do a good job. Which you rarely do." He looked at the badly
cut tomato. "What's with that sad chopping?" He grabbed a tomato —slipping his arm under
Jimin's— and dropped it into his mouth. The blond pretended he hadn't eyed how the forked tongue
pushed the tomato into his mouth. "Why are you even making a salad? That doesn't fill anyone."

He ignored the presence glued to his back and grabbed the knife again, now dragging the lettuce
with him to attempt to chop it off. "I can't keep eating heavy meals." He pulled the lettuce away
from his heart as best he could. Water still clung to the leaves, pooling in the folds. At the alpha's
silence, he continued to speak. "My mom will kill me if she sees me this fat."

"Who cares" Jungkook pinched his waist and a thick layer of skin podged between his fingers.
Jimin slapped his hand away.

"I do," he grunted.

Jungkook stole another tomato. He still eyed how the blond cut the lettuce, still not trusting the
omega with a knife. "I don't."

This man was entitled to another level. "No one asked for your opinion," he retorted now pushing
the guy away from his body, fully turning to place his hands on his chest. "Move."
"My naked chest? Now that's touching" Jungkook looked at the hands on his pectorals. They
looked small over him. "Or is this an excuse to grope me?"

"You saying that is crazy" Jimin did not remove them. The touch under his palm was hot and hard
but something told him if he dug his fingers in it would be soft. His heart didn't drum under the
thick skin, as if it could not be affected by the omega's touch yet the glint in his stare from above
was so clear, so loud Jimin had to put more weight on his heels to glue them to the ground and not
lift them to reach for a kiss.

Jungkook placed his hands on the omega's ones. His cool touch flattered the steadiness of the
bunny's hands. The difference in their fingers, in the small distance that differed between the
fingers had Jimin thinking. The two fell silent. Jungkook pressed his hands to his chest. "Your
hands are always warm," he whispered, voice laced with honey. The swaying of his thumbs over
the omega's fingers was soft.

"Yours are always cold" Jimin still didn't move them even though he had to. They were so close, so
close that he could see the moles on the alpha's face. His eyelids, the creases of his lips and the
texture of his skin. He didn't dare look down at that detailed, sculpted torso. His fingertips tingled
to travel that way —to those dark nipples.

Jungkook gave him a soft grin. He stepped back and let his hands go. The omega's arms dropped to
either sides of his body, just inches from passing through that wall of muscle. The grief it gave him
annoyed the omega. How could he want more this shamelessly—

"There's some gym material here" Jimin already knew that. He had made a house tour the very first
day after the owner left. Jungkook walked to the door.

"That's where you work out every day" murmured Jimin distractedly, staring at the muscles
forming the back in front of him. "I hear you every morning." The soft grunts. The sound of his
weight against the treadmill. The dude spent hours there.

"That was intentional" Jungkook confessed with a devilish grin. "It's my attempt to make you think
about me first thing in the morning."

"What? Are you a kid?"

Putting aside the attempt at salad on the counter the omega followed the alpha to the room. He had
seen it before. "I made this a gym. There's too much empty space anyways."

Jungkook pushed open the doorway and stuck to it, waiting for Jimin to enter. The floor was
different, satiny and polished. Above it was a non-slip cover underneath the machines. The huge
windows that shrouded the two corner walls beamed the room more than the rest of the apartment.
The weights were neatly arranged as if they had never been used. Everything was spotless. "This
looks like it just came out of the package. Are you sure you didn't pretend to lift... this?" Jimin
booted the rugged machinery. There were heavy weights and lighter versions of them but overall
the numbers embedded in the dumbbell were crazy. He assumed that being a predator and an alpha,
their bodies had a higher strength. Daehyun's recovery was a great example.

"Mm... You got me there" Jungkook faked a sigh as he crossed the room until he was right next to
the omega, placing his phone on the shelve stuck on the wall. He lowered his arm to the floor and
curled his fingers over the bar. "It weighs more than you," he murmured. Jimin fluttered, eyes
observing the bicep ripple and the veins pop from under the tattooed skin, muscles drawing at the
weight. He lifted it as if it were nothing. "Sit on it. I'll lift you."
Jimin was quick. "No. Absolutely not."

"Are you scared you'll like it?" Jungkook whispered in the distance where they stood. "Me lifting
you like nothing." He released the weight and it hit the ground with a piercing shriek. Jimin curled
his hand in a fist at the abrupt sound. "How easily I could handle you."

"Do you really have to be this close?" Jimin rolled his eyes, fighting back the urge to lock eyes at
an impossible distance.

Jungkook took in his expression and turned to the weight machine. He pulled out two discs and
tightened them onto the bar. "Here." Jimin looked at the object, a bit lost.

"How much weight is this?" He tried to see the number on the disc.

"The smallest one I have. Hold it." The omega grabbed the bar with both hands. As soon as
Jungkook let go his hands plummeted down and if it wasn't for his quick reaction the weights were
going to take him to the ground.
"The fuck?" Jimin lifted the barbell as best he could but it felt like lifting a suitcase of corpses.

"There's no way this is the smallest."

"It is" Jungkook loomed closer and placed a hand on the small of the omega's back. The pressure of
his fingers over the area had Jimin seizing his breaths, nervous for no damn reason. "Straighten
your back."

"I know I said I want to lose weight but this isn't what I meant." His arms burned as soon as he
lifted the weight. It felt like his wrist would break at any moment, yet the dark eyes that hovered
over him at all times assured him that would not happen. Jungkook already had a hand on his side,
waiting for the omega's fingers to give up on their hold to take control back.

"You can try something else. A lighter workout." He took the weight out of his hands like a piece of
paper and placed it back on the ground. Jungkook walked over to the shelf against the wall and
pulled out a mat. "I don't use these but you can do some pilates on them."

"Pilates..." He felt like his mom. Jungkook irked an eyebrow, expectant. "I don't know, okay?"
"Get on the treadmill then, I guess" The alpha returned to the barbell bench in the corner and added
a few more weights to the bar. He sat down on the prepared cushion under the handrail and let his
back plunge onto it. Jimin didn't waste a single second staring at the bulge in his pants when he laid
on the couch. Whatever briefs they designated for snake hybrids, they were too good because the
fact that the guy's dick was only noticeable when he lied down didn't even make sense. "You could
try some bench pressing too. I'll buy lighter weights for you to build resistance."

A clear ring came from the shelve. From the predator's phone. Jungkook started lifting the
dumbbell. Jimin glanced unconsciously at the screen. His lips parted when noticing the name.
Haneul. Again. Who was that?

"Someone's calling you," he said, stating the obvious, feeling a weird heft on his chest. The name
made him tense, or at least, it made his omega restless. Jimin had the sensation it was because he
didn't know who Haneul was. This was the same person that called last time, too.

Jungkook gave a quick peek at the ringing device and rather than picking it up, he cast a lingering
look at Jimin from the machine. "Who?"

"It says Haneul," said the omega, checking the screen again. The call was still going on.

The alpha kept his eyes on him, watching him carefully. He was guessing his reaction, testing what
would be his next train of thoughts. "Come here Jimin."

"The call..."
"I don't care. Come here." Jimin was about to refuse but seeing the alpha brushing off whoever was
Haneul hit a button inside of him that dissolved the heavy feeling. His feet dragged him to the
alpha. "This machine won't be your best option. You need..."

"Who's Haneul?" The question popped out from his lips, begging for an answer. The alpha failed to
react, half-lidded gaze lifting to meet Jimin's wide-open eyes. He had been waiting for the question
to break from Jimin's chest.

"No one important" muttered the alpha, adjusting his body on the machinery. At Jimin's silence,
Jungkook paused. "Someone useful. That's it."

"Mm... okay." A hook-up, most definitely.

Jungkook dropped the weight. The loud clatter made Jimin flinch. "I'm not fucking him."

"I didn't ask."

"But your face says everything." Jungkook leaned back on his knees. The thin chain hung around
his neck, contrasting with the tattooed half of his chest. "I'm not fucking anyone."

"Because I'm here. Living with you." The omega looked at the ground. "Otherwise you'd bring
them here."
"Jimin." He rushed to explain. "I'm not—" Jungkook groaned. "Forget it."

"Yeah, that's it" Jimin slid on his heels towards the door or at least, made the attempt to leave.
Jungkook was already over him like a feral beast. "Can you for once let me go when I want to go?
Please?"

"Stop being so hard on yourself" Jungkook tightened his hold on his waist. His muscles swelled. "If
you want me for yourself just have me. You don't have to share me with anyone." He released the
omega's shirt and ran his hands down the shape of his body. "And if you want to kiss me... do it."

"I don't want to kiss you."

"Now that's a fucking lie." The alpha waited for his reaction. Jimin, this time, didn't back off from
his touch. "I know hunger when I see it."

"Even if I'm hungry" Jimin admitted, lips trembling with every word. "I can't give myself to you."
He let his hand fall on the alpha's hand that gripped his waist. "You're insatiable."

"You say that shit so confidently" Jungkook stared at him. "Yet look at me like that every single
night before going to sleep"
Jimin knew what he meant but he couldn't help but ask. "Like what?"

"Like you want me to get in that room and have you raving my name" The alpha tautened his hold.
"Fuck you silly against that bed you sleep so cutely on." He caressed the omega's bare shoulder
with his lips. "Just one."

"But I don't want to." Jimin didn't avoid the sizzling gaze staring back into his soul. He could feel
it. The Jungkook effect. Being slowly sucked into his eyes, into his magnetic aura. His voice, his
beauty. Like the snake he was, he was a living trap. An invitation to sin.

"For how long are you gonna do this to me?" Jungkook breathed against his cheek. He no longer
cared about the exercise he planned to do. "Just one kiss Jimin... and I'll..."

"Leave me alone?"

"I can't do that" His fingers held the waist tight between them, deepening into the flesh as the alpha
breathed harder. "I can't fucking do that." Jungkook took his hand and dragged it over his erection.
The omega flinched at the feeling of the heat crippling up to his neck till it reached his cheeks. He
had gotten hard so quickly. "It's painful. Every night..." whispered the alpha. The thick mass under
his palm pulsated, throbbing with desire. All under the cover of his pants.

"Jungkook... " he rasped as he let his fingers clutch the shape of the bulge, feel how hard it was. His
effect on Jungkook. The alpha tugged on his waist till their bodies crashed together. The omega
grabbed his arm as they both fell to the ground. His head never touched the surface on the fall.
Jungkook's hand pillowed the hit before it happened and before Jimin settled on the ground the man
was all over him.
His mouth pressed wetly against the blond's. His full weight fell on top of the omega. The shirt
rode up to his belly, trapped between the omega's body and the alpha's waist.

Jungkook sucked in his lip and down to his chin, sinking his teeth into the omega's face. His eyes
were closed as if to make touch his most sharp sense. Jimin followed the trail of his lips, ending
with his mouth following down the alpha's cheek. He smelled fresh, a sweet scent his pre-rut tried
to peek through the pills that blocked it.

His mouth met the alpha's. The sensations on his skin dinged. Jimin poured his whine into his
mouth now full, letting the kiss seal their breaths into a mix of wet sounds and a strong need to
never stop.

The edge of his tongue met Jimin's in the sea of heat inside their mouths. The two tips sent a bolt of
electric tingling all over the omega every time his tongue was between them. Long and thick. His
mouth felt so full by him even through a kiss. Jimin pushed his face towards him, lifting his head
off the ground just to get a better kiss. Jungkook's fingers dug into his waist, pushing his back
against the cold ground.

"So pretty" he whispered against the omega's lips. Jimin opened his eyes, meeting a darker shade of
black. The damp strands of hair brushed against Jimin's face in a soft tingle that didn't help the
situation. "And all for me" The sentence remained in the air as he took over Jimin's mouth again. A
heart-rending kiss filled with a desire to steal his breath, take every inch of his lungs out till he
could only breath through Jungkook's mouth.
"Jungkook..." Jimin purred as the moisture inside his body spilt out. It had only been a thin thread
yet the sweet smell that filled the room as soon as it hit the ground made the alpha freeze.

Jimin bit his tongue as his boxers were torn off his legs. Jungkook continued to kiss him as he
unravelled the fabric between him and the omega's nakedness. The alpha parted their mouths to
take a look at the red mess between Jimin's legs. A curse escaped his pierced lips. His nostrils
flared in desire and every muscle in his face seemed to tighten at the sight. "Is little bunny getting
wet over a kiss?" The alpha spat on his fingers under Jimin's watchful gaze and separated them.
Translucent threads dangled between his fingers. Jungkook grinned as he lowered his hand to the
omega's ass, to his hole trapped against the ground. His other hand grabbed the back of Jimin's
knees and pushed his legs up till the sweet ass was exposed to him.

Jimin inhaled a sharp breath at the feeling of two fingers being pushed in. Not one but two. Like
Jungkook knew he could easily take more, a rougher treatment. The sound was so loud in his ears.
Buzzing from one to another. It was the sight, the hot feeling of what was happening. The
realization of being fucked by two long digits that belonged to who he hated the most. Jungkook's
wicked smile widened until his fangs hidden by his upper lip peeked. "Do you hear that?" He
whispered trailing his fingers inside the omega. Wet. Jimin could hear his fingers pushing the
overflowing slick out and as they came out they were followed by more threads of the sweet honey
returning to its source as the fingers invaded Jimin's insides. The omega drowned in his so missed
pleasure, eyebrows furrowed as his lips hung open. "How shameless can your body be?" It wasn't
normal for him to react so dramatically like he was ready to accept Jungkook at any moment of the
day. Be breed by him and ready to carry his seed. His fingers trailed in circles over his rim,
caressing the relief of the puckered texture.

Jungkook stuck another digit in and pressed the milky legs towards the omega's chest. "Clenching
on air because it's so fucking hungry for me." He sucked in the air against Jimin's gaping ass and,
without taking his eyes off the omega from below, dipped his tongue in the slit.

Jimin's breath hitched.

He covered his mouth before the bubble of lava escaped from his chest. The feel of the tongue
delving in had him crunching his toes, legs bulking in the air from the strong wave of arousal that
cut on every nerve under his skin.

The parted tongue sucked on his ass in a tortuous ride. Jungkook engulfed his balls to then circle
back to his hole. The forked organ flickered to every crease in his cunt till the omega honey poured
down to his chin. The sounds bounced off the walls of the room and Jimin felt so relieved over the
fact that the man didn't have neighbours. "Jungkook, please —" His words couldn't get out beyond
a moan. Jimin squirmed as the tongue deepened into his insides. His breathing hole pushed back
against Jungkook's lips, against his piercing, pouring more of it's honey for the alpha to drink.
Tortuous circles caressed his hole for what felt like hours. More slick came out of him like a cry for
help. "J-Jungkook..."

His soul was being sucked out of him. Jimin couldn't even hold his hands against his lips.
Everything was spinning. His senses flickered on and off. "Your slick is about to become my new
drug." He could only feel the long, split tongue slapping against the walls of his hole.

He let his hand fall to the ground. His fingernails tried to find a grip but the sleek surfaced left him
alone, grasping on nothing.

"No running away today" Jungkook muttered and grabbed the poor bunny's ankles. He hadn't even
realized that he had dropped his legs. Jimin found himself with his legs apart again, this time
almost overturned, his entire body bent forward until his knees brushed the ground. His ass exposed
on all it's glory — dripping with saliva and slick. A puddle of lust was under his body, his slick and
Jungkook's spit mixed in a honey-like juice. "I knew you were flexible" Jungkook whispered
proudly, "but this is something else."
"Jungkook..." Jimin felt dumb just chanting the alpha's name over and over again as if nothing else
occupied his brain.

"Be a good omega and take what I give you" The sound of a garment falling to the ground could be
sensed. Jimin tried the best he could to take a look behind his bent legs but his knees covered the
sight. He could only feel something warm hovering over his clenching hole. Jungkook brought his
crotch closer to the source of wetness. His cock made contact through Jimin's gaping hole. The
omega gasped. Fuck. He was hard. "You'll take what I give you."

"No" Jimin muttered blushing, he was already shaking his head. Why wasn't he resisting harder, he
didn't know. Jungkook raised his hips and slammed back into his ass. The omega bit his lips at the
action. He could feel the two heads trying to get into him every time Jungkook rubbed his middle
against the hole.

"Say it" he spat on the space between the omega's balls and his hole. The ball of saliva slipped
against Jimin's ass, tickling the trail of its shape until it landed on his ass, expanding through the
folds of his hole.

"Nope." Jimin gritted his teeth, face melting to a sad embarrassment.

He dug four fingers in. The bunny's legs trembled at the sensation. His body stretched out but it
wasn't enough. And fact scared the omega. "I could fuck you through the clothes and still come
dry." Jungkook fucked in his fingers with a harsher pace. Jimin whimpered. "Say it. Say you'll take
what I give you."
"Jungkook" Jimin whispered in hitched gasps. He could barely concentrate at the sound of those
fingers stamping in and out of him. Sensations buzzed from a nerve to another randomly, leaving
him a stupid mess of an omega.

"Say it." Jungkook massaged his cock against the back of his milky thigh, using him like he was
nothing but a toy. Jimin closed his eyes. Big. It was so fucking big and warm against his skin. "Say
it, Jimin." His rasped voice joined the fingers fucking into him. Strangled pleas bursted out of his
lips, holding his legs against his chest to get more of that feeling. He was such a fucking whore.

"I'll take what you give me" Jimin cried out.

"That's my omega" Jungkook husked and before Jimin was able to register that my, his hole was
stretching around a cock. He blinked as fast as he could before his vision faded to black and he was
back in a pained moan. His glossy eyes begged the alpha for time to adjust but Jungkook only
stated from above, never breaking the eye contact as he impaled into him with a sharp thrust.
Jimin's eyes rolled back at the feeling.

His view blurred for a second and he freed his legs, brain too slow to be able to focus on wanting
more or doing what Jungkook had told him. His legs never got to touch the surface. Jungkook
dropped his chest on the fragile bunny's bent knees, and, holding the ground, he raised his hip. The
cock slid out of the omega in a wet sound. Jimin looked into the alpha's eyes, panicking over the
hot feeling taking over his brain. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His brain was gradually turning off. He could
feel—

Down to the girth. Jungkook was inside him down to the girth. The omega gritted his jaw and a tear
escaped from his eyes. Jungkook licked it off his face. "No. Look at me" he caressed his cheek.
Jimin lifted his eyelids to the two dark holes staring back at him. "Look at me when I fuck you. I
want your brain to tattoo this in your memory." He raised his hip to the air only to slam back into
Jimin. His insides shrieked at the sudden fullness. Jimin gasped. He could feel it. Skimming his
stomach, making a space for himself inside him. He didn't even know if he had two dicks in his
womb right now but Jungkook felt big. So big and thick he could barely breath impaled on him.
Sizzling everytime the cock dragged itself out of the omega's poor body, just to pound back into
him.

"J-Jungkook" Tears brimmed his eyes. The alpha had no mercy on him. Jimin's stupid mind was
unable to focus on the fact that he had just allowed Jungkook to fuck him against the floor. His
pride wanted to slap him silly but the poor bunny's was too busy being fucked dumb. He could only
think of Jungkook, how he had him on the ground. How good it felt inside of him.

"Do you feel it, Jimin? Every inch of me getting deeper inside that womb" Jungkook pressed the
weak knees harder against the bunny's chest. His hair hung over Jimin's face as their faces were an
inch from each other. He increased his pace to a brutal one and stood, unaffected, watching how
Jimin crumbled to nothing but a mess of whines and pleas for him to stop or to give him more. The
omega's lips couldn't even form a word. "Look at you... Getting so weak over my dick. What are
you gonna do when I put the two inside you?" Jungkook kissed his knee and his pace became
slower but tighter. Every time he rammed back inside Jimin it was a strong and heavy hit against
the omega's inner walls. The slap of skin with skin sent a cold shiver through the omega's blurry
vision. "When that day comes, you'll be fully mine," the alpha whispered against his skin. "Your
hole will be so stretched no one's cock will be able to fill the gap I created."

"F-fuck" His ass was on fire. His knees ached. But the lava flowing into his veins made that pain
numb. Only what Jungkook did had an effect on him. Only his pounding him had a response
coming from the omega, forcing him to choke on his own saliva, stuttering cries left and right
because his mind was being sucked out of his brain.

"I'll leave you unavailable for any man, Jimin" Jungkook fucked into him harder. He grabbed his
ankle and dragged him closer to make Jimin fuck himself back into his cock. The omega felt the
hands of the alpha under his ass and in a single blink he was being lifted in the air.
"Wait—" His lungs collapsed as Jungkook slammed him into the wall. Jimin pressed his legs
against the alpha's waist. A moan rumbled through the walls of his body. Jungkook fucked harder
into him. His other dick was left hanging, red and erect, begging for the same good time the upper
one was getting. He grabbed onto the alpha's bare shoulders in an attempt to steady himself against
the brutal pace the alpha was taking over his body. No mercy. Jungkook didn't let him blink before
he rammed back inside. His touch didn't allow him to breath. All he could do was sit and take it. Sit
and have his hole milk Jungkook's cock till the last drop.

"No one else will be able to fill this hole except me" Jungkook grunted again. His lips crushed
Jimin's head against the wall. Their mouths locked and Jimin felt like he could breathe again, have
something to feel and distract himself from the explosion of nerves that had his hole stretching to
an impossible circumference. "Look at it" His dark gaze dragged itself down to Jimin's belly. Even
under the now wrinkled night shirt there was a noticeable bulge.“You'll feel me for days.” He
looked back at Jimin and slammed harder against the omega. "Taking me so well, that's it that's it.
Fuck." The omega tightened his grip around the predator's waist. Another spam was rushing to hit
him. "So good for me. Only for me."

Jimin shut down his vision, dry throat feeling like sandpaper from how little he was able to
swallow. His head couldn't do anything but focus on that thick dick entering him, slowly, and the
feeling... the heavenly feeling. The stretching got him curling his toes, cunt dripping with slick like
he was ready for more. Because there was more than that. This wasn't enough, his omega chanted.
His cunt sucked Jungkook, ready to take another dick inside. "I knew you'd be good for me." He
kissed his nose. His voice was laced in satisfaction. Like he had finally gotten what he had wanted
this whole time. "This is your fate Jimin. Being mine. Have me inside you every fucking day of
your life. My cum would never leave your insides. I'd make sure you smell like me to the point you
can't even remember your own name. Till the only thing you can say is Jungkook and just
Jungkook. I'll knock you up, I'll fuck you raw till your legs give up and you can't do nothing
without me. Wouldn't you want that Jimin? Be my omega, be Jungkook's omega. The only one who
gets to have me" Jimin bit the hard shoulder at the feeling of something hot and warm being spilled
inside of him. The crushing wave of euphoria poured down his brain like a glass of cold water on a
killing summer.

The dampness on his legs increased and he noticed then he had came twice. He looked down. He
felt his own moist eyelashes, his breath gone. His tongue dries. The semen was under his shirt,
slimy and wet. More of it spilled down his ass in a thick white thread. He felt how his own walls
were impregnated with Jungkook. How his body absorbed every last drop of the alpha's cock. His
consciousness was slowly slipping off, he was drained from the fucking but his body was still
vibrating with need. Jungkook's words painted a scenario inside his head that instead of making
him shriek in disgust, they made Jimin cry for more, for being owned. "You wouldn't leave my bed.
Always with a dick inside you." Jungkook nibbled on his neck. He was digging his fangs inside the
omega's skin but never quite let them go further. "I'd have you sleeping impaled on them, bathing
around my cocks, watching tv while I fuck you on the couch maybe you could have my cum as
your daily morning shak—"

"Hell no" Jimin snorted embarrassed. His cheeks flushed, watery gaze full of trapped tears staring
at Jungkook through the lust. The orgasm was starting to wash off but he still craved the alpha.

Jungkook stared, surprised, and a hoarse laugh broke into his lips. "You're so fucking cute." He
laughed. And the way his cheeks suddenly popped and eyes became two thin slits made Jimin's
heart shiver. He looked so...unthreatening. Even cute, one could dare to say. The sound of his
breathy laugh seemed to catch the alpha off guard too and his smile suddenly fell when he noticed
the shock in Jimin's eyes. Oh.

He was embarrassed.

Jeon Jungkook was fucking embarrassed.

It was crazy to Jimin how Jungkook had no problem saying the nastiest shit yet feeling so weak at
any glimpse of being too soft.
"You have a weird laugh" Jimin whispered, still holding onto the man's shoulders with his legs
sealed around his middle. His cock kept pumping semen inside him, throbbing in his cunt. The
alpha pursed his lips.

"I know." His tone was still holding onto the lust but Jimin's comment had touched something in
him that made Jungkook back off.

"But it's... cute," Jimin rushed to say. He meant it and Jungkook didn't deserve to hear a good thing
but it was the truth.

"Let's focus on the important matter" Jungkook brushed off the comment and gave him a quick
kiss. The action was so domestic it made Jimin annoyed.

"Another!?" The omega looked at him in shock. Jungkook pulled his cock out of him, still gluing
the omega on the wall.

"I only came once. My other dick needs some attention too" he said, grabbing the still red cock
hanging between his legs. The sight was bizarre and weirdly hot. Jimin's still gaping hole didn't
resist the entrance. The omega let his head fall against the wall, wrapping closer Jungkook once the
alpha rammed back inside him. "Fuck." He cursed. But the speed quickened in the span of minutes.
Jimin was soon being pounded in the middle of the air, held by a mass of muscles that forced him
to take it and just take it again till he started crying again.

"S-so full—" Jimin tried to speak but his hole kept sucking in Jungkook's dick and the alpha
shamelessly peeked to watch the connection, dark eyes glinting with pure lust. He wasn't done.
Stamina pushed down his veins to his dick.
"Bunnies are filthy but you... You are the biggest whore for a dick." His voice brought Jimin out of
the trance of a new orgasm approaching. "Look at you blushing" Jungkook's hand caressed his ass
under the dangling shirt. "You love being manhandled, don't you?" The pounding fastened. Jimin
felt the wall behind him sink. The strong blows against his poor cunt had him choking for air. A
tear of slick slipped out of his ass. His body was already getting ready for another dose of cum. His
muscles trembled. Jimin gulped down the tight shot of euphoria crippling over his body every time
Jungkook's cock touched his prostate.

"I can't—" he whimpered. "It's too much—" Jimin shook his head. "I can't. I can't. I can't... Stop."
He tried to push it away but his hole clenched onto the thick cock.

"Is my baby getting overstimulated now?" Jungkook whispered and kissed his lips again. The
sound under the two of them made Jimin blush. The slick getting pushed back and forth inside of
him. Jungkook kissed his ear. The feeling of two tongues caressing the folds hardened Jimin's
nipples. His erection was waking up and soon it was reaching a flushed red. The alpha pressed his
own boners to Jimin's. He made a torturous back and forth between the two cocks between his
bodies. Jimin groaned. Unable to resist the sight before him, he ripped Jungkook by the neck and
kissed him. The alpha was quick to respond. "So needy."

"Shut up" Jimin let his hands fall on the alpha's head. The kisses felt short and he ended up looking
for one more. And other. And one more. He couldn't even register his own needy whimpers for a
kiss. His mind was still flooded by the sensation of the cock fucking itself inside of him. The size
difference was brutal and it somehow made Jimin feel even hotter. Just one inside him made him
feel so full. Two would simply make him pass out. The thought scared him but his omega craved
that scenario the same way Jimin craved the soft lips against his, the heavy tongue hugging his as
their saliva mixed. "Jungkook...slow down" he panted. The alpha rocked his hips forward. His still
erect cock stroked his stomach.

"Open your mouth" Jungkook let his hand fall on his nipple and the other on his hair. His hard
fingers caressed his golden hair as he kissed the omega's neck. His thumb teased his hardened
nipple on the fabric. Jimin did as told and Jungkook licked his tongue from the tip to the depths of
his mouth. All of his cavity, right down to his teeth. It felt weird and new but the way his hold
tightened told Jimin the action was another fucked up thing in Jungkook's list of kinks. A snake
licking it's food. "I could eat every part of you right now." He sucked on his thin neck. "Your flesh"
Their lips brushed as he fucked the little bunny against the wall. "Your skin, your blood. Until
everything in you is part of me too. Have me inside your skin every day for the rest of your life. Be
so mine you can't breath without a kiss from me. So fucking crazy for my attention you'd be
paranoid some other omega would steal me from you." The bunny eyed the thick harms holding
him up. His every vein of him bulged under the skin, the hard muscle popping to hold him. His
fingers caressed the hard feeling. So big. Jungkook could have him in any way. Push him around so
easily. Pick him up so easily. God, he needed help.

"I don't want to be Minrae" Jimin whispered, suddenly. All of this sounded like a major red flag yet
he was so seduced to allow it to happen it scared him. Jungkook's touch was addicting. His kisses
were addicting. His attention was addicting. He pushed every right button in Jimin's sex drive and
if it wasn't for his nasty actions, he would have his heart... too.

Jungkook gave one more thrust. A breathy groan pushed it's way in his chest. Jimin sighed in
satisfaction. He felt so full. So fucking full of cum. And all of it was sizzling his insides like a hot
iron tattoo on his skin. The alpha let his head fall onto his chest. His soft black hair fell over the
omega as his cock twitched inside of the tortured cunt, arms holding Jimin against his chest. "You'll
never be Minrae." Jungkook fixated his gaze back to him. His long lashes covered that look full of
desire. "You were never like them. You wake up the worst in me, my darkest urges. Why can't you
see that?"

Jimin wanted to think about it but Jungkook was back on his lips, licking and sucking on them like
a starving dog. He felt the orgasm from the friction escalate to its peak. His heart felt heavy inside
his ribs. Jungkook was consuming him already and they had just fucked for the second time.
"The day I get to be fully inside you" Jungkook breathed over his lips. Their foreheads were sticky
with sweat. Jimin raised his lips looking for his and the alpha closed his eyes, like he was trying to
focus on his words before giving into a smooch. "I'll make sure you never forget my existence" he
caressed his chest. "Carve my name in you." His fingers trailed to the omega's belly. There.

Jimin narrowed his eyes, blushing. His moans were covered by the alpha's mouth. The hot liquid
soon mixed on his belly with the one sprouting out of Jungkook's cock minutes after. The alpha
grunted his name and Jimin found himself being choked on his kiss again. Slurpy kisses that made
his heart drum against every inch of his skin. He couldn't breathe but he didn't care.

Jungkook's lips were all he needed.

Jimin grabbed onto Jungkook. His whole face throbbed. Everything was sweaty. The ground under
them was wet. The mat was a mess. The entire room smelled like slick.

"I still hate you." Jimin assured but it was funny to say that while sitting on Jungkook's naked lap.
He felt drugged after the orgasm earlier. The alpha's forked tongue was like having two people
sucking his soul out of him.

"Good." Jungkook dropped his head into the crook of his neck. His chin digged into the omega's
collarbone and he took a deep breath. Everything smelled like Jimin. "Your hatred turns me on."
Jimin rolled his eyes. His face was still red. He tried to get rid of the hold of the alpha's arms on his
belly but Jungkook had him glued to him to the point he seemed to want Jimin to be one of his
limbs. "Does everything I do turn you on or what?"

"Yeah" Jungkook kissed his neck and the edge of his fangs brushed against his skin gently,
tempting him to sink. Jimin squirmed at the feeling, already being pushed to be turned on. The
thought of being a prey was suddenly sounding great if he was in the alpha's arms. "I'm a simple
man and you are my fantasy." He truly had a way with his words. "I've never sucked anyone's ass"
Jungkook commented. His arms were still locked around Jimin, like he feared the omega would fly
away or disappear into thin air. "I think I just discovered my new obsession."

"How many obsessions do you have? You are literally a lunatic" Jimin let his back fall on the
alpha's chest. He felt so small in his lap, breathing in that possessive scent. But despite how tiny his
existence seemed inside Jungkook's arms, he felt weirdly protected. As if nothing could touch him.

Like he had the scariest dog as his pet.

"I only have three obsessions." Jungkook told him from behind. "Smoking, being the best at
everything..."

He fell silent. Jimin turned around. The alpha wasn't looking at him but at the window instead. He
was clouding the sky. "And the third one?" He knew the answer but he still asked anyways.

"The worst one, probably." Jungkook looked at him again. A weird feeling hid behind his stare. The
lust had washed off and instead, a melancholic glint shone under that layer of darkness. That same
layer he never let people cross but Jimin somehow managed to see through. "You."
 ─────── · ⅩⅤ · ───────

His eyes lifted to the mirrored ceiling. A bed. His bed. The pillow next to him was crushed with
traces of the body of someone who had once been there. Jimin touched the area. It was cold.
Jungkook's scent was still fresh in it but his presence was gone.

He had scattered memories of the alpha lifting him to the bathroom. Washing him off from sweat
and dried cum. His soft hands, so different from his hard eyes, caressing Jimin's face as he let warm
water touch his body.
They had done it a few times more. Jimin couldn't even remember after falling asleep. Something
told him that hadn't been random. That Jungkook had made him fall asleep after their sixth round.
His ass felt sore. He could barely move. Jungkook never fucked him with both but he didn't let him
rest until all Jimin could push out of his dick was pee.

He could remember those hands everywhere. Touching him, groping his body. The low whispers
telling Jimin the dirty things he wanted to do to the omega. Jimin recovered from an orgasm and
woke up riding the alpha, bouncing on his dick as Jungkook called him pretty, how pretty over and
over again. It felt like a mix of being treated like a slut and being worshiped like a god. The look in
Jungkook's eyes wasn't normal. The guys he had fucked before didn't look at Jimin with that lust.
Jungkook wanted to sew their skins together. He wanted to kiss Jimin's feet yet also chain him to a
bed forever.

He looked at the door. He had been fucked against it too. He had been impaled with Jungkook's
cock on the living room. On the couch. On everything. Jungkook never had enough. He didn't even
let Jimin look away from his gaze. He wanted every memory of this ingrained into the omega.

Jimin sat down. His ass hurt but it was a fading pain. The alpha had used his venom and fortunately
never put both his cocks together inside of him. Jimin got up from the bed. His legs trembled for a
second, threatening to drop him to the ground. The mirror above revealed his nakedness.

His entire body was covered in bruises. From teeth marks to the traces of Jungkook's hands
manhandling his body against every surface, forcing his jaw open to kiss him. Forcing Jimin to
swallow his breath.
His ass was red from being grabbed. He had bites Jimin didn't even remember.

Remember.

Jungkook had a strange obsession with tattooing in his mind every moment with him. He hadn't
stopped saying that he would make sure Jimin remembered. That Jimin never forgot who he was.

He adjusted the shirt on his body. It was a new one. From Jungkook, too. Jimin took weak steps to
the door. His moans from hours ago still echoed in his mind. How he asked Jungkook to stop and
sometimes to continue. How he lost his dignity so easily over a kiss.

Was this the Jungkook effect?

Jimin felt empty inside. His emotions were gone. Like he had erased them from the omega. All his
brain had was Jungkook and Jungkook.

He knew this was not new. That this wasn't random. Jungkook always dominated every corner of
his brain. But now Jimin felt a little closer to being pushed to the edge of the hole. From being
sucked in that dark hole waiting for him to fully let himself go.

He left the room. He was a bit dizzy. The hallway was dark. All the doors were closed. There was
hardly anything to be seen except from below. Jimin guessed it was late in the evening. He didn't
remember when he had fallen asleep but he hadn't even gotten to eat lunch.
He went downstairs at the sound of the fireplace burning. The wood made soft clicks that warmed
the atmosphere with its sound. The amber color was reflected on the walls, soft, full of fury. The
windows revealed a punishing and depressing sky. The alpha's dark silhouette showed him in
profile. He was dressed. A hoodie and sneakers. His hair was messy.

"Do you like the rain?" The question broke the silence. Jungkook stared at the open window. A
Friday. A rainy fading day. The night was slowly conquering the sky and dark clouds but the rain...
Bad things always happened in the rain.

"What?" That came out of nowhere.

"Do you like the sound of the rain?" Jungkook repeated.

"I guess... It's a comfy sound" Jimin looked at him for a few seconds. Accustomed to the rhythm of
a conversation, he found himself asking back. "And you?"

Jungkook's eyelids dropped, his gaze sliding into the dark infinity outside the window. The
unattainable ground, yet so easy to reach with just a step ahead. "It brings back bad memories" he
whispered and for a moment the rain seemed to want to hear him too. The rhythm of the drops
danced with his lips. "But I like the rain anyway."

It was strange to see Jungkook so appeased. Maybe it was the load of pills on his shoulders. Or that
he had blow off some of that need to have sex. Jimin expected more obsession. For the man to not
even let him get up from the bed. Assist him like the lunatic he was. The fact that he expected that
was worrying. "What memories?" He finally asked.
Maybe Jungkook didn't want him anymore now that he finally got what he wanted?

Jungkook closed the window, shutting down the beginning of a conversation. The unreadable look
in his eyes felt lonely—no, sad. But it wasn't sadness, it was anguish. As if something was trapped
behind those eyes and a little crack in his persona had let some of it escape to the surface. To the
dark dim eyes, where no passion shone, no love, no happiness.

"You think too much" Jungkook muttered, looking at him with the same impassive expression.

"Me? Maybe it's because your expression... you are so obvious" Jimin dared to confess. It was hard
to read through Jungkook's subtle face muscle shifts yet it had become easier now. From the
brightness of his eyes, the way his eyelids lifted or slightly fell to a thin slit, his lips twitching in a
micro movement. Every thing he did seemed calculated because he didn't expect anyone to notice
the pattern. Yet somehow Jimin was putting the pieces together.

"You must be hungry" Jungkook walked up to him. His fingers went to touch Jimin but stopped in
midair. "I left…" his voice dropped to a whisper again. Jungkook looked conflicted. "I made you
dinner. Just heat it in the microwave."

What?
"Wait... where are you going?" Jimin noticed his shoes. His style wasn't the usual. The oxford
shoes. The slicked-back hair. Jungkook had shifted to his age. To an attractive young alpha that
couldn't keep his dicks in his pants.

The predator reached into his pocket. "I have a party to attend." A party... Jimin's face disfigured
unconsciously. Was he going to fuck someone now? Another omega? How could he... Jungkook
took two steps towards him and brought his lips together in a heartbreaking kiss. "No. I mean
Minrae. I'll deal with him tonight." He seemed to want to convince the omega, reassure Jimin that it
wasn't what he was thinking.

"Oh." Jimin didn't even react to the kiss.

Jungkook looked at him for a few seconds and took out his phone. He looked at the time and
returned it to his pocket. "Don't leave the building. I'll be back at midnight, probably." He turned on
his ankles. "Don't wait for me."

"I wasn't gonna." Jimin leaned against the closed window, crossing his arms. "Don't get too cocky
now that you finally got to be inside me."

"Mm" Jungkook hummed as he took out a cigarette. "My bad." He didn't smile. His attempt to
sound playful seemed like a mask. His eyes weren't the same as hours ago. What was going through
his head, Jimin wished to know.
 The door closed. Jimin was left alone in the room, watching his own shadow on the floor. The rain
was revealed by the moon behind him.

He couldn't guess what was Jungkook's plan for Minrae.

But he hoped it would end in a painful death.

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The atmosphere had withered upon that night as if harbingering his actions hours later. Jungkook
fetched himself out of the car and adjusted the thin coat over his turtleneck. There were quite a few
people in the pub. Minrae had reserved the upper side, but being a Friday night, a line had formed
down the avenue.
He crossed the row of people waiting, obtaining a few greetings and smiles along the way. Many of
them sounded familiar. Omegas swathed in party clothes, alphas trying their best to impress. A
hubbub of whispers in the cold rain, although it didn't touch them due to the canopy of the venue,
disguised their voices.

"Jungkook", Hyungsik raised a hand. The alpha fixated on the open room behind his classmate.
Minrae was there, expectant. "You are late. How come?"

The predator shrugged as he tapped the guy's dry shoulder. He greeted the others with a faint nod.
All he got back was a sour look. The tension could be cut with a knife, but two of the alphas
gathered around were oblivious.

"I had a meeting earlier," he stated when sitting beside Minrae. It had become a burnt-out excuse,
yet they still bought it. The alpha propelled closer and glued their bodies together. Jungkook slid
his arm behind him. "But I'm here now." His facial muscles refused to draw a smile, so he let his
fingers play with the alpha's ear piercing. Minrae's eyes sparkled at the comforting gesture.

"You smell good," he received in a whisper under the many pairs of watchful eyes. Jungkook hated
people getting in his space, especially alphas.

"Must be my pre-rut," he mumbled. It was Jimin. His whole body was impregnated in slick.
Jungkook recalled the hours ago, and his chest sank against the couch. The sensation was crisp in
his mind. Every face Jimin had made when they fucked. Every single time that his pretty eyes
broke into tears. Because it was too much. Because it felt so good. He grabbed onto Jungkook,
holding on to him for dear life. His soft shy moans erupted from his lips with each vicious thrust.
Sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low. When they kissed, the flush on his face was a sight
Jungkook wished no one else had seen. Because Jimin was so easy to fall for. So easy to obsess
over and make a fixation.

He had finally fucked Park Jimin.

Jungkook wasn't even satisfied yet. He would never be.

It was like giving crack to a drug addict. Now he was only fueled to have more. More entitled to
feed is crave. He wanted Jimin around him every second of the day. Wrapped on his cock, either his
mouth or body. His name didn't sound good on anyone's lips except Jimin's. Omegas had the same
cunt, yet Jimin's felt like some kind of limited edition he had never heard of. The texture of his
mouth was different to the touch. Most lips were soft. But not all lips came with that plumpy
surface mixed with a gentle breath and a low-pitched voice. Those same lips didn't come with that
face shape or those cheeks that put together the most delicate features the majority of omegas
wished they had. Or maybe didn't at all. That was the least noteworthy part. In Jungkook's gaze, it
was like a new beauty canon that only Jimin could fully achieve.

Father would laugh in his face at these crazy reflections. Hah. He wasn't even supposed to have
them. It stoked up that deep part in his brain, the dark patch growing like a tumor. All this was
Jimin's power over him. The result of the lack of resistance. Outrageous. How could he do this to
himself? Jungkook didn't even feel like he had the upper hand anymore. He was lost in a new
infatuation he had for a long time he never had the chance to give in. The dangers of opening your
desires to be consumed included this. Feeling like you lost a battle against who was supposed to be
eating from your hand. To be your fucking pet.

What a joke of an alpha. He was almost just as pathetic as Minrae. Jungkook could barely function
well right now. The after-effects jostled all over his body. Half of it had been painful. Being unable
to fuck the omega with both cocks simultaneously had his skin sizzling when only cumming
through one. Hours of the same cycle had made his dicks throb in pain. But it had been worth it.
Jimin had taken him so well Jungkook ended up praising him the whole day. In some moments, the
omega hadn't even been conscious anymore, yet Jungkook just kept whispering against his ear that
he was so good for him -hailing him for taking his cock all deep to the girth with no resistance.
Promising the little thing he would knock him up in the future.

However, the reality was he shouldn't have fucked Jimin right now. The expected order of things
had gone to shit. All thanks to the tide Jimin created in him. Jungkook hated it. He hated when
people could impact him in such way. The ease with which Jimin could now expose his thoughts
made him want to rip that pretty face into tears.
He hated Jimin but not in the way he wished he did. Another replaced that old feeling he had before
that the alpha couldn't pinpoint. His hatred came from wishing he wasn't such a slave to an omega.
His pride was wounded whenever he noticed how easily he got worked up over a prey. A fucking
prey.

Jungkook thought he would regret his decision that day. But now... Now he knew why his body had
crumbled to pieces that night.

"Jungkook..." Jimin whispered. But it wasn't Jimin. It was Minrae. Shit. He needed to focus.

He smooched the seeking mouth unconsciously. His throat dried out at the sudden blurring sight.
Minrae's face grew more petite, more marked, more lovely. His brown eyes dimmed to a deeper
brown when his parched lips turned soft. His mind was switching Minrae's face with Jimin's.

"So, how's your family doing? You never tell us anything these days" Hyungsik took a sip straight
from the bottle. No omegas joined them this time, usually sitting around to fuck his friend.

"The usual. I'm currently dealing with my brothers." Minrae's hand played with the rim of the
raven-haired's coat. Jungkook desired to crush that hand. Smash every finger and make the guy eat
them. Instead, he stroked that idolizing face. His eyes kept blurring the picture the brain processed.
Jimin riding him. Jimin kissing him on the verge of another orgasm.

"Isn't your brother's birthday coming soon?" Not family talk now. Jungkook licked the back of his
teeth.
"I'm not interested."

"Did you get an invitation?" Hyungsik told Minrae. The Jeons still had these gatherings despite
their nasty bonds. Jungkook wondered if Taehyung accepted his. Probably not.

"Yeah, of course," Minrae replied in disbelief. Why wouldn't I get it?, conveyed his tone. The Juns
had connections with the Jeons, just like Hyungsik's family — just like a good chunk of their
classmates.

The conversation soon took a turn. Time was moving unhurriedly for some reason. He stared at
Minrae while they all chatted, yet now it felt hard to fake his disgust. Jungkook had always been
good at putting up a facade. So used to it that he did it even when alone. Only his mind was
allowed to be free.

Words were exchanged as everyone gabbed, sometimes with laughter and empty cackles. The
bottle was going down at a slow pace. Jungkook darted at the liquid with the only sincere smile he
could have today. Hyungsik would fall asleep first. He just had to be given more conversation.

"They wanted a collab with me, but I'm not sure if I should model for them" Minrae plopped down
beside the alpha's shoulder after trying to hit his other friend over a joke. "I'm not that handsome
for them to be picking me," he remarked, glancing at Jungkook with an expectant pause. Jungkook
had never even given him a compliment, so honestly, this was a fucking reach.

The alpha busied himself with a few sealed drinks while watching the drops slide down the bottle
every time he gulped. His wasn't like theirs. Both Hyungsik and Minrae's drinks had substances in
them. It was familiar for Jungkook to spike drinks. He had done the same with Jin and Jimin,
though drugs were involved in this case.

He was doing it again... thinking about the omega he had left in his apartment.
As much as they had slept together, Jimin wasn't entirely his yet. The bunny was bound to despise
him sooner or later. And the worst part? Jungkook couldn't bring himself to repent from beating up
the beta. Daehyun's case still didn't make him feel the slightest remorse. His dislike towards the guy
had grown heavier for having Jimin's attention all the time.
His mother had been right.

"You're worse than Eunwoo."

His brother backed away like a filthy rat when things didn't look good for him. Jungkook still
pushed. Even the actions of his brother were just the premise of Jungkook's. Every time he looked
at that mirror, he saw his presence, hovering like a reminder that he wasn't the only one there. He
was just a copy-paste, an attempt to be Eunwoo. And the outcome had been this.

There was no turning back from what he was about to do. Tonight would scar someone's life, and
Jungkook would enjoy every last breath of its end.

"Hmm... fell asleep..." Minrae giggled. He was drunk, but the shine in his eyes never faded when
looking at the snake hybrid. Jungkook's attention ricocheted to a knocked-out Hyungsik, loudly
snoring on the raw leather couch. The bottle caught under his fingers was empty. "Hey... Kiss me."
Minrae brought his face closer. The alpha turned to comply, and from behind Minrae's face, he saw
the other alpha's forbearance growing shorter.

Soon.

Just a tad push.

Jungkook deepened the kiss and forbade himself from letting the venom flow straight to Minrae.
Not this time. The rest of the guys tried to push the conversation further, but one of them was
already getting ready. The sound of the metal of a belt unbuckling went unnoticed by Minrae.

The alpha let his vision take over again. Shape the man in his arms into the reason for his downfall.
The tiger hybrid's hair turned blond. As if a cascade of light had been poured down his head. The
golden strands fell over his short forehead. Jungkook loved that color, but strangely enough, he
only liked it on a specific person. He could stare at it for hours, touch it and let his fingers path
down from the root. The sharp nose became wider and shrunk to a button. "Mm..." Minrae let the
predator thumb his nipples. His mouth hung open when the alpha slid his tongue over them,
clothing still in between.

The room fell mute as Jungkook made the guy a mess. Everyone watched. His fingers stroked the
already hard cock. The dumb fuck was so drunk his knot was forming over a small brush. His ass
would leak if the guy had been an omega. Minrae was that desperate over him. The bulge under his
pants shrunk the material of the jean. Jungkook unzipped after glancing at Hyungsik's sleeping
frame.

They all grinned at the sight, and he couldn't help but do the same. Minrae wasn't even aware of
what was coming his way.
"No lube," he mouthed. A nod was their response. One of them threw the camera at him.

Minrae recognized his lips as soon as they kissed. The alpha put the pill between his teeth and
dropped it in the guy's mouth. Jungkook dropped his pants but never quite let the briefs follow
them. He stroked the alpha from below. He wasn't patient tonight. He wanted to be done. To end
this. Get over it.

One of the guys sat down and pulled out his dick. Around the table, they all started jerking
themselves off, eyeing silently as Minrae got down his knees for Jungkook. "Am I being good?"
The alpha smiled, blushing, and unlocked his jaw to welcome a cock in his mouth. Strings of saliva
seized his tongue. Jungkook grabbed his hair and, instead of pushing in his dick, choked Minrae in
the other alpha's dick.

"You can start now. He won't resist." The display in front of his eyes flashed from one moment to
another. He just sat there behind the camera. The wide lens played his eyes in this show. Jungkook
felt like an omnipotent being, witnessing the misery unravel as he observed from above.

At one point, Minrae's dry lips sucked on any cock coming his way; in another, he was forced to sit
into a forming knot. A piercing scream escaped from his lungs when the alpha started fastening his
thrusts without warning. He hadn't been prepped nor lubed. And it had been long since his last
fuck. Minrae pushed the dude away as his eyes watered in sorrow. The drug was still not soaking
enough in his veins. "S-stop!" The alpha glanced at Jungkook from behind, a hint of doubt in his
motions.

"You want to join him too? Go on," Jungkook hailed, irritated. The idiot quickly nodded. The
distrust in his expression was gone after the words, and the hard slaps started to fasten again. Their
only worry was being caught. Predators had no morals.

"Please no."

"It hurts."

"Get off me."

"Help."

"Please help me."

"No, no, don't touch me. Stop!"

The surface of the camera created a layer of sweat between his fingers. No one could hear Minrae
in the heat of the room. The music outside was loud. Security cameras wouldn't even help his case.
A mistake had slipped in Min's case, but not anymore. The owner had received good pay, so
tonight's camera data would be missing. Betrayal was a suicide no one in their right mind was
willing to dare. The owner didn't even need to be convinced when he was contacted.

Jungkook monitored as Minrae got carried away. It hurt. Tears escaped his eyes, yet he still couldn't
stop bouncing on their dicks. He sucked on any cock pushed to his face, pupils so dilated one could
dig their fist in them. The breathing ragged. "Jungkook...help me please", he wailed as the drug
started numbing his senses. Minrae would soon begin to enjoy it. Feel like he was enjoying it. The
kind of effect that made him see every cock aimed at his hole with Jungkook's face on it.

"I'll help you, don't worry." The alpha took something out of a bag. White pills. An overdose would
push him to death. Jungkook only needed to make him dumber. He wouldn't give death to Minrae
that easily.

"Jungkook—" He begged the alpha, but the snake hybrid couldn't hear him. Hate ran cold in his
veins as he placed the pill on his tongue. His ass cheeks hit the hips of the two alphas ramming
inside him. Jungkook approached slowly. "Be good for me tonight, mm?" Minrae's eyes froze on
him, but he wasn't listening. He had just noticed the camera behind them. It was turned off anyway,
but the bitch didn't need to know that. They required him to be drugged for a good show.

Jungkook trapped the white button between his teeth. Both alphas had Minrae over the couch, and
laid over another guy's chest. One fucked him from under his weight and the other from the front.
Trails of blood emerged due to the lack of lube. The torn muscles begged for a rest. He ached with
the internal tear of having two cocks inside him without any prep. Minrae was panting from his
drug overdose. Despite his harsh breathing, one could barely tell he was alive. "Your reward won't
end here." Jungkook inched his face closer to the mixture of moans of misery, tears, and grunts of
pleasure. Minrae had peed over himself. Shit had come out of his ass. The drug had made his
stomach a lot loose.
He pressed his lips to the alpha's searing mouth. The smell of alcohol mixed with semen burnt in
his nose. Jungkook pushed the pill in and choked the guy in his spot till he felt the small ball across
his throat like a bubble trapped in his insides. He gave in to the kiss pretty quickly, too busy being
impaled on two dicks, massaging two others. They exchanged him like a box of cigarettes.
A loud gasp vibrated from his chest within seconds. More tears flowed from his eyes. As panic
gripped him, his chest rose and fell. He was horrified. "Oh, come on. Don't be a party popper."
Jungkook gifted him another wet kiss. "Do you feel it? It's your alpha essence slowly turning to
what you should've been" The three alphas had to hold Minrae tighter against the couch. His entire
body was convulsed with pain from the sudden overdose. The effect was fast. The chemicals mixed
with alcohol poisoned his brain, dulling it to a doll's. Sex. Pleasure. He could only feel that. "Wake
up bitch" One of the alphas smacked him back to reality. The rape toy didn't even raise his hands to
stop him. "We ain't done."

His finger pressed the power button on the camera. Jungkook was ready to catch the guy's true
nature.

Just thinking about how many places he would post the video made him grin in satisfaction.

─────── · ⅩⅤⅠ · ───────

The click from the door drove him to look away from the window. Jimin watched from the corner
of the sofa the tall shadow pressing against it. Jungkook had his head resting on the surface, but for
some reason, he still hadn't picked on the omega's presence. His shoulders were slumped, and a
dark hue stained his presence. He smelled of alcohol and rain.

"Jungkook?"

His voice caromed around the room. As if he had thrown a stone into the void. The alpha shifted
his head, lost gaze staring back at Jimin. Had he failed to...? "Is he... dead?" Jimin felt like a
monster for asking. For waiting for that to be the result. When had he become so frivolous over
such a thing?

"No," Jungkook whispered. He detached himself from the door and dragged his steps through the
room, wet marks following his shadow. The omega assumed that maybe he was planning to touch
him. His eyes stated that. The shoes pointed in his direction said that. But Jungkook just stood, eyes
on the ground.

"Why?" Jimin shrank back in the seat. He couldn't find a reason for the man in front of him to
forgive Minrae. Irritation slowly rose to frustration, and Jungkook's weird attitude hours ago had
him overthinking even more. "Why didn't you kill him!?"

"I want him to feel humiliated." He took off the drenched coat and threw it in the trash. Jimin raised
an eyebrow, puzzled. "I'm still not done." His breathing appeared restless, but Jungkook looked as
calm as ever. His shoulders slumped, his hair damp. "I need to wash this off." He touched his rings.
"I told you to sleep. You didn't have to wait for me."
"I wasn't waiting for you." Jimin was still staring at the coar thrown in the trash can. "I've slept the
whole day because you decided to make me sleep." The gloomy room let the rain speak. "What did
you do to Minrae? If you didn't kill him... what the fuck did you do then—"

"I did to him what he was going to do to you." Destroy his room. Beat him up. The list was endless.
Minrae had a good imagination when it came to hurting others. "We raped him in group."

Jimin felt a drop of cold sweat cross the distance from his hairline to his eyebrows. His body went
rigid. "You fucked him...?" It was all he could say. He was a grotesque human being, for not caring
about the rape part —for targeting first the prospect of Jungkook being inside that dude again.

"I didn't." It was a short answer. A disinterested one.

Jimin grabbed onto the wall as his own conscience punished his hypocrisy. Letting someone get
such treatment... becoming such a deranged freak for his revenge. Was he now like Jungkook for
waiting for him to kill the alpha?

"Every time I let him kiss me," Jungkook let his hand rest on the counter. "I kept remembering
what he did to you. The marks in your skin. The comments thrown at you. What he did to your
room." His nostrils swelled. For a moment, he seemed ready to unleash his wrath against the glass
in front of him. "Maybe I am insane for reacting this harshly," Jungkook inhaled in fake realization.
The dude didn't even sound sorry. "For killing people on your name." His muffled voice carried
away all sounds in the room. He breathed again. "And you know what's funny? That you will never
like this part of me," he snorted. "Scratch that," his empty, vague laugh was soft, hoarse. "You don't
like anything about me."

"I don't."
Jungkook casted him a lingering look. "Right," panted the tired chuckle that escaped his lips as he
strolled up the stairs. Then his back vanished down the hall.

"You'll stay there." The air was running out. Only the entrance to the small hole allowed the
passage of the flow of cold. He could hear himself breathing. His lips parted with the pain of his
own breaths. Drowning. "You think I haven't noticed how much father likes you?" Eunwoo patted
the suitcase. Jungkook felt his skin getting caught in the way. Everything hurt. His body.

His insides.

It always hurt inside.

Part of his bare thigh had been grabbed in the zipper's way. The soft flesh shrank in the grooves of
the closing line. As if his skin was sewn inside the small space. "I didn't do anything." He hated
begging. They already saw him as a miserable hindrance, an arrogant brat who pretended to know
what he was doing. When he arched his eyebrows in pain and his grimace twisted in forgiveness,
people's faces deformed in ugly grins or that fake mask attempting to comfort him, touch him.
Eunwoo was crouching in front of the suitcase. His knees were white from the skin stretched over
them. The shape of the kneecap under it was the starting point for the kid's gaze. Jungkook peeked
down at the shorts he was wearing today. Wet from the rain, they had stuck to his thighs. To his
middle. His pupils processed each memory upon reaching the zipper of Eunwoo's pants.

It still hurt.

He felt the moisture between his legs from behind. But he knew it wasn't pee. It was the usual blood
that Jungkook had to look up when cleaning himself.

Eunwoo kept talking. His words could barely be heard beyond the suitcase. Jungkook didn't know if
his alpha was trying to protect him, but his ears blurred out that voice. The rain was their primary
target. As he fell drop by drop, the cold blades of water that met the ground hit his brother's broad
back. The drumming above his head came from them. The rain trying to reach him, touch him from
the sky. To clean how impure he was. How little of an alpha he was. Every memory related to that
beautiful face that was monstrous in his eyes.

You fucking piece of shit.

Jungkook took another breath. Air was slipping away from his lungs. The amount of oxygen that
entered him wasn't significant enough compared to the measure he needed in his insides. He was
panicking because, sooner or later, his brain was bound to give in.

Eunwoo noticed the small gap in the suitcase. He smiled, and his fingers gripped the zipper,
dragging it closed. The little light of the cloudy night subsided, and Jungkook was left again in the
darkness. Breathing his heart out. "You'll never be anything in your life as long as I exist,
Jungkook."
He had pulled a round ten out of ten. Jungkook knew that he had passed because he had asked the
teacher. However, he never expected his father's smack in front of his brothers again. Eunwoo
always got his way when he wanted something. He fucked up his interests, destroyed his things, and
pushed him to a slow death with mind games Jungkook never signed up for. He had sabotaged his
grades thousands of times to the point Jungkook doubted himself. But he knew better.

He had to wait for Eunwoo to finally become the heir, and maybe, just maybe, he would give up on
Jungkook. On this curse he had for his little brother.

"Let me out." No, this wouldn't end. Either Eunwoo had to die, or Jungkook would kill himself. No
one would give a shit anyway. It looked like the good short end for him. It wasn't like Father was
on his side, right? He knew Jungkook tried his best yet always made sure to embarrass him in
public. In front of Eunwoo. A need to remind his younger son that he was nothing compared to
Eunwoo. To know his place.

"Say please."

"No." It never worked. Last time he had begged. But only sharp pain drilled his tiny body. He still
felt the flow of blood running between his legs. "No." Jungkook switched. He needed to get out of
here. It was hot. The sound of the rain over his head was freaking him out. Tic Tac. Tic Tac. The
suitcase was getting moist, flooding its inside. But it wasn't water that soaked that prison. It was
misery choking him in that tiny place. It had been hourse being trapped there. Jungkook couldn't
breathe. He was supposed to be preparing his things for tomorrow's competition, but Eunwoo had
thrown his books. "Let me out... Please," he dared to say, but his lips spoke in mute. Eunwoo could
not see him; even if he did, he would only brush his pain as pleasure. "I can't breathe... Eunwoo."
He was getting dizzy. Little white dots smeared his vision. Flickering lights under the thin skin of
his eyelids. "Please."

"I want you to die in there." Eunwoo caressed the suitcase before pressing his head against the
hardness of the deck. "To open this thing tomorrow and see your rotten wet corpse inside."
Choking on your own spit.

The last drop of coffee fell into the cup. Jungkook sipped on it regardless of the sizzling
temperature. His lips made contact with the liquid, and he felt the heat sear into his mouth as the
steam surged his nose. Bitter. His reflection could be seen in the black of the liquid.

He felt tired, without an ounce of sleep to appease the storm over his head. It had to be the
reminder to visit Eunwoo. The fucker now chased him even in his dreams.

"Good morning" The omega's feet made a soft tap tap on the stairs. One after the other, down to the
last stair. It sounded like a duck approaching him. Jungkook didn't return the greeting but pushed
the tray with a cooked breakfast towards the blond. Jimin closed to the table, already knowing how
this went. He examined him. Eyes just as tired as the alpha's. "You look like shit."

"Eat and shut the fuck up," Jungkook spat, returning to his coffee. Another cup was needed. His
body cogitated from the absence of slumber. And he still had an endless list of shit to do. The lack
of reply irked his eyebrow. He flickered back to the blond head at the corner of the counter.

"We are not dating," Jimin declared. Out of nowhere. His head spoke differently. He was feeling
triggered by Jungkook's behavior. It wasn't even about them fucking. That had been the only
highlight of Jungkook's week. No, the whole fucking year. But the omega didn't need to know that.
Last night's lack of sleep gave him the cursed opportunity to think and rethink about his
unnecessary self-exposure. Sharing his mind. Even fucking laughing. He needed to get a grip. They
weren't friends. But Jungkook knew he would trip over the same stone more than once until he
learnt.

"I didn't say shit." The cup was placed back on the counter. Uff. He was now pouring his lousy
mood on Jimin. All over another peak on his lovely memories with Eunwoo. "Relax."
"You are the one that needs that, clearly." Jimin pushed the tray away and sat down. "I want to
make it clear before you get too comfortable. You are not my first alpha." His brown eyes were
settled on the guy's face. He was at it again. Dissecting Jungkook like a specimen. "And you won't
be my last." The predator's fingers choked the curve of the cup. "This is just sex. It means nothing."

"You will still be a whore, got it." Jungkook snorted. "You are not my first cunt. I know how this
works." Lies. One after another. Was he ever able to have an honest conversation with Jimin? This
wasn't his first omega. But damn if it didn't mean anything to Jungkook. The night before had felt
like a ceremony. The preparation of what was bound to be his. He wanted to be the last alpha inside
the omega. And Jungkook loathed the fact that if he were now placed in front of a god, given a
chance to go back in time, he would have made sure he was Jimin's first guy too. His first kiss. His
first everything. He did not need anyone else to be in the memories of the omega now staring at
him like he was a piece of trash.

"And you're not a whore? There isn't a single person on that campus that hasn't been impaled on
your cock." Jimin stabbed the pancake onto the plate. His lips pushed into a pout and opened again.
"I don't even like pancakes. Do better."

─────── · ⅩⅤⅠ · ───────

If he had thought that things would improve after fucking, Jungkook had never been more mistake.
The weekend had become a long wait. Jimin's hatred was grounding him. Making him unable to
relax around the alpha. It was as if he had a stopwatch beneath his pillow and counted the seconds
left for Jungkook to bring another omega or kick him out.

He could have told Jimin that there was nothing to worry about, but Jungkook was dealing with
enough on his plate to push on this bullshit further. Nothing he said would work. Jimin was
stubborn and hard to make understand. With his rut waiting for the moment to catch him off guard,
Jungkook wasn't even sure of his own words. There was no omega to bring. This whole time he had
chased after Jimin with no shame. No Minrae and no fucking Haneul. That name popped every two
seconds on that blond head, and in every moment, Jungkook felt the urge to crack his skull open.

First his venom wasn't working on the bunny anymore the way Jungkook wanted. Now he was
letting himself be handled like a fucking ball between those tiny hands. The next thing was
Jungkook being the laughingstock in his family gatherings.

"Is he okay...?" One of the alphas approached Jungkook as soon as he stepped a foot inside the
classroom. The lecture had yet to start, so there was still some time left. His eyes went up to the
corner. Jimin had to arrive in a few minutes. He had forced him to take a car even though Jungkook
had told him he didn't need to go.

At this point, he wouldn't pass a single exam after missing two weeks in a row. It wasn't even on his
behalf that the whole class hated his guts. The second Jungkook looked away, Jimin would be eaten
alive in Minrae's presence.

He finally turned to the reason for the question. “Mmm,” Jungkook hummed. Among all the seats,
it seemed like a corpse was sitting between the rest of students. Minrae looked so pale. His
shoulders, always proudly raised, now fell, holding the weight of a shame he couldn't remember.
But there was no remorse to worry about. None of what had happened could be recalled by him.
Jungkook cleaned and left him in the dorms along with Hyungsik, playing the good friend card he
had never used. He had even received a message from the latter thanking him for taking him to the
dorms. Jungkook had been too busy the whole weekend to reply to it though.

He climbed the stairs to the level where Minrae was hiding. Curiously this time, the alpha had sat
in the middle. He stood out like a sore thumb. "No good morning for me today?" Jungkook closed
the boy's laptop with a soft push.

"I..." Minrae darted down again. His shaved head was sweating under the light nailed to the ceiling.
"I'm not feeling well today."

"I'd be surprised if you did." Jungkook dropped into the seat across from him. Footsteps were heard
behind. The closeness escalated until he was at the same level as the voices from the following
tables. "You drank the whole bar." Hyunsik eyed them. Looking just as sick as Minrae.

Jungkook didn't want to be involved in this. Not because the whore in front of him was some kind
of deity that could earn him be thrown in prison for harming another alpha. If they inquired a little
more into the motivation for his actions, they wouldn't discover only that he was avenging an
omega prey. But that his interest in Jimin wasn't new; that it went beyond a sex relationship.

"I know, but..." Minrae bit the inside of his cheek. "I've been feeling sick since this morning. I feel
dizzy even now." The overdose was still clinging to his body. Jungkook had to resist the urge to
grin. If the bitch was already complaining about this, the following days would kill him on the spot.

"You act like it's your first time tasting alcohol," he murmured. He wanted to get this over with as
soon as possible, get rid of the hindrance called Minrae, and go on with his fucking life. Jungkook
turned to the footsteps that had stopped. "Oh." The news had hit him. Taehyungie was back on his
feet like a starved dog. Jungkook grabbed his things from the seat and placed them on another,
away from his friend, who remained silent.

"Stop...!" Minrae burst out a chuckle when Hyungsik tried to check his temperature. Seeing
Jungkook worried about him lifted that mood a little. Back to his usual self after that tense behavior
minutes ago. Jungkook threw the coffee in the trash before checking the time. Blondie was bound
to come any second now.

"Huh?" Minrae halted abruptly. A deep frowned digged into his expression, puzzled by the figure
pushing through the door. His attention spanned to the new presence. Jimin. The prey he had tried
so hard to get rid of was now walking to the corner. An attempt to make a comment was ready to be
made. The entire class fell silent as the boy calmly paced to the corner table, not sparing any of
them a single glance. What happened to his dorm clearly hadn't affected him since the little fuck
was dumb enough to keep coming to class. The alpha sprang to his feet. "Why is this bitc—"

"The lecture is starting. Everyone, please get in your seats." The murmur from behind died down,
and only Minrae was left standing.

Hours expired faster each time he glanced at the prey. Jungkook seemed unbothered by
its presence, too focused on the lecture. Jimin wrote down everything the teacher said under the
watchful eye of the predator a few seats away. He looked calm. Way too fucking serene for
someone who got his things destroyed days ago.

Why was he here? Minrae had torn down his room. Eradicated his name on this campus. Yet just
like cockroaches, Jimin was another stubborn lowlife creature that crawled to the surface no matter
how many times one stepped on it.

Minrae chewed on the pen. He would wait for the prey and beat him to death in the bathrooms. See
if he dared to come again.
 *

Jungkook stayed to have a brief chat with the professor until the class emptied. Jimin remained in
his seat. It had been hard to not notice his classmates all studying him like a hawk; none of their
gazes friendly. They did not expect him after the fiasco of the other week. Not like any of them
regretted it. He was still determining if they wouldn't try to torch down his room, though, without
Minrae, there was no one to feed them that depravity.

After seeing everyone leave, he straightened up. Jungkook turned to the omega once he was done
speaking with the old man who had left the vast room. "Minrae will come for you."

Jimin zipped his pencil case close. "I'm staying." That tone was still filled with mistrust. "See
what's exactly your plan."

Jungkook didn't argue with that decision and walked back to the door, exiting it through the same
path as the others. He met up with the rest of the alphas inside the dining hall. Being lunchtime,
everyone had gathered to ease the hunger. Minrae came over minutes after Jungkook picked up his
plate from the tray and sat down with Hyungsik. The rattle of a few steps had his legs slowing
down to a pause in his pace. Taehyung plopping down the chair in front of him.
"I…" he rasped in frustration at the lack of words. "I shouldn't have said that." The cold treatment
week was over, apparently.

I don't care, Jungkook thought. It wasn't a trigger for him. It had reached a level that wasn't a
sensitive point in his mind. It had never been. One had to suck it up to any punch in their way and
go on with their lives without making it a big deal. "It's not like you lied." Hyungsik and the others
couldn't hear them beneath the tittering chatter.

"I know... I'm just..."

"You want something." Namjoon was home. Reality always hit his friend days later. He knew Jin
wouldn't only get grounded.

Taehyung swallowed hard. His eyes fidgeted in that one second. "No."

"Then I guess we are done here," Jungkook murmured, and went on with food. The alpha's hand
was already over the table, nervously grabbing onto his wrist.

"Namjoon is back." The statement came from him shyly in a soft, timid breath that debunked his
harsh reaction days before.

Jungkook yanked his hand away. "I know. What does that have to do with me?"

"You know what I want."

He couldn't help but scoff. Fucking shameless. "You really can't help it, can you? That big mouth
says one thing but your situation is miserable." Jungkook scoffed. "Did you wake up this morning
realizing I'm useful for this drama you have going on? Finally discovering you have nothing to hide
your back with?"

Taehyung shrieked at his words. His pale emerald eyes narrowed into that feline stare. He hated
every word coming out of those lips, and their effect made Jungkook satisfied. "Jin will be killed."

"And you'll be washing your hands from it all. Just like you do with everything in your life."

"I won't wash my hands Jungkook. I know you're mad but—"

"I don't give a shit about that bitch. It's not my problem you've been breeding around with a taken
omega and now had a mood swing." This conversation was beyond burned. "I'm not mad." The
snake hybrid dropped his hold on the spoon. "You think I cried myself to sleep over the remainder
of Eunwoo? Don't be delusional. Why would I be ashamed of overcoming that shitty situation? At
least I made sure no one would ever be in my way. I killed the biggest obstacle, my older brother
and claimed what was bound to me mine." His lips tightened. "At least I erased the reason for my
inferiority complex. Maybe I still have it, but no one will move me from my throne." The white
reflected the lights over his head, forbidding the floating of their shadows on his surface. Everyone
was eating around them. Their whispers could barely be heard between the loud murmurs jumping
from one place to another. "I can't say that for others, though. Too conformist to move a fucking
finger."

The two sat in the middle of the hall in a throbbing silence. Jungkook clicked his tongue, annoyed,
and lifted the spoon back to his mouth, leaving the alpha with a strained expression. He was so
good at throwing shit at others and so bad at taking a single hit.

It was a good day for him, no doubt.

The dining room screen turned on. Jungkook began to eat from the plate, sipping from the water
bottle as he chatted with the others.

"Ah...Fuck...!"

"He isn't even tight... Such a whore."

Minrae's smile dropped as soon as that voice became recognizable. Heartbeats escalated to his
throat at the same tempo; his ears flickered with the sharp whistle of the shock. Every single alpha
in the room was looking at something behind him. The giant screen on the dining room wall.

Minrae's voice sounded weird. Like it wasn't him. Other male voices mixed in between his gasps.
The slap of his body against theirs was loud enough even the workers had noticed the tv wasn't
broadcasting the news. Wet sounds, spitting and gasping from choking on someone's cock. He
couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

"What the fuck..." one of the alphas said. The spoon fell from another's fingers. The screen, like a
movie theater, showed everyone—

Minrae finally turned.

Pale canvas stretched over his cheekbones. His eyes widened until he almost felt them come out of
his sockets. Anxiety crippled his senses to the point he felt dizzy.

The video was recorded in high quality. The men he was with had a voice distorter, everyone
except Minrae. The alpha looked at them with a smile, gasping with pleasure as he let two guys
fuck his ass. His hands busied themselves stroking two fat dicks while his mouth sucked on
another. Minrae laughed and giggled even when the third dick slipped from his ass. Not a single
detail from his stretched hole escaped from the screen. Threads of blood tore from the rim of his
gap, but the Minrae on the screen kept smiling, happily dragged from one dick to another.

One of the strangers came on his face at a certain point. Minrae licked the cum off his lips. Gasps
got hooked in the attempted licks when one of the guys knotted him.

"Dude... you..." Someone said but their voice faded. His brain blurted every sound outside the
screen.

"No." Minrae yanked the first chair in his way. Panic spread through him like a blast of icy-cold air.
"No no, no, stop watching. That isn't me!" He threw it to the wall, but it never reached the screen.
Tittering laughs behind him mocked his silly attempt, along with comments about his body, about
how happy he looked in the video.

"There's something clearly wrong with you dude," a comment reached him. Every single pair of
eyes was glued to the screen. Every single one except Jungkook's. Minrae grabbed another chair
and smashed it against the surface. The wood split into pieces.

"Turn this off, turn this shit off!" he exclaimed angrily and grabbed the cook behind the food stall
by the neck. "I said turn this off. Are you fucking dumb!?" His fist slammed into the beta. The tray
in their hands crashed to the floor. The commotion increased as the alpha paced through the hall,
looking for a way to turn off his own moans echoing on the walls.

The predators gathering around didn't seem to see him under the same light as before. Alphas, who
had always respected him, now shot him revolted glances; minimizing him to the level of a
cockroach.
"So fucking disgusting..."

"An alpha letting others come on his face," he heard in the distance. "I'd kill myself if I was you."

The room was spinning. Everything was buzzing from one place to another. Minrae felt his brain
fogged from the anguish and the serious embarrassment pushing him to the ground. Cold feeling
embedded beneath his flesh, digging deep like a parasite.

"Jungkook... Do something, please, do something," Minrae began to cry uncontrollably, dragging

himself to the table. Words dried out on his tongue. "That isn't me, I promise. I'd never let anyone
touch me that way. You are the only one that—"

"But you seem to be enjoying yourself there," Hyungsik said suddenly. He swallowed the food into
his mouth before glancing up at him from the table. "Don't touch Jungkook with your filthy hands.
Who knows how many knots they have been around."

"What!?" Minrae snarled. "I never fucked anyone apart! I'm not into alphas—"

"Oh," Jungkook drawled lazily. "The video ended."

Minrae turned to the now black screen. The loud moans were gone, but the hundreds of alphas
staring at him with shame, disgust, and hatred were increasing. Being a predator, this was a fucking
shame on their name. Letting himself be passed around like that. Fucked to oblivion by any of his
own breed. It was worse than incest.

"I always thought you were a fucking weirdo for getting on your knees and sucking Jungkook's
dick at every chance," Taehyung commented. "But it seems like you do this with any fat cock in
your way, huh. Who were those guys, Minrae? Can you even remember the guys who've been
fucking that hole?" Liquid heat to course through his veins, leaving tingles burning in its wake.

Jungkook's stance had a noticeable disgust; since he disapproved, the rest had finally removed their
fake masks.

He clenched his fist in anger. No. Someone had been behind this. The guys fucking him in the
video had a distorted voice, but to post it to the screen at their dining hall screen, it took someone
from inside.

The blond walking into the class today came to his head. Minrae was already running out of the
room. He pushed open the glass doors and headed toward the buildings that made up the campus,
shoving anyone in his path. A hodgepodge of people reunited at every door surrounding the
dinning hall, trying to catch on what had happened. Minrae stamped them until he threw them to
the ground, just to then push the next ones out of the way. What happened? Why's he running? The
questions fainted as he ran further to the other building.

He pushed through the classroom doors, red as a tomato, as his blood vessels swelled with fury. "It
was you, wasn't it?" Minrae stormed towards the stair, enraged. "It was you!"

Jimin looked taken back. He was sitting in class, jotting down something in his notebook. Minrae
didn't let him react; he lifted his hand and dropped it in a sharp hit that never reached the omega's
cheek.

"The fuck do you think you are doing?" His wrist froze in the air. Long fingers gripped his skin to
the point that his bone almost cracked from the clasp. The alpha withdrew from the new presence
between him and the omega.

"Jungkook—" The predator pushed him back. Minrae fell to the ground, petrified. "What are you
doing Jungkook!? He's the one behind it! Why are you defending him!?"

The snake hybrid did not look the slightest appalled at his words. The prey peeked from behind his
back, delicate features twisting to a wicked mockery. He was laughing at him. A fucking lowlife
was laughing at Minrae's misery.

"Do you want to lose your hand too, Minrae?" Jungkook snarled. "If I was you I'd be less loud. You
and your family's dignity are nonexistent right now."

"No no no!" All of this was under that bitch's brain; he just knew. "I'll rape you myself if I have to!"
Minrae pounced on him only to almost get his skull cracked open when Jungkook's hard rings hit
his jaw.

"I've let you run loose for too long. Go ahead, tell everyone I'm defending a prey before you.
Embarrassing, isn't it?"

"He's playing with your head, Jungkook" Of all people, he was the last one that would turn his back
on Minrae. This seemed like a nightmare. One where everything was upside down, and Minrae was
nothing more than a another prey. "He's the one behind that video, you don't understand!"

"So?" Jungkook's tongue reached the corner of his mouth and rose to a mocking laugh. "Do you
have any proof of that?"

"Proof...?" Tears rimmed his lids as frustration grew. There was no way this was happening. That
bitch looking at him, bored, as he watched how Jungkook protected him from another alpha
predator.
"Jun Minrae," A voice spoke from behind them. The alpha shifted towards it, still quavering in
anger. "To the principal's office."

Minrae barely moved at first but still got up at the end. "We'll talk later," he murmured, still giving
Jungkook a hopeful glance.

"He's actually crazy," Jimin said after the stunned silence. He still had anxiety weighing on his
chest, born from the fear that crippled him when the massive predator tried to hit him.

"The lectures are done for today. Let's go." Jungkook picked up his bag from the ground and his
pencil case. "It's gonna be a long Monday for him."

The omega said nothing and instead put his bag over his shoulder. "What if someone sees me?"

"They all gathered in the alpha building. It's better if you leave now. My driver is waiting for you at
the door." Jungkook left his hand hanging, waiting. "I'll be there for dinner."

"Okay mommy," Jimin groaned, snatching the bag off the alpha's fingers. "Anything else? Should I
also wait for you naked with an apron and dinner ready?"

The alpha's eyes gleamed with interest. "That would be great."

*
 *

Jimin rushed down the stairs, looking down. Few people were in the corridor, and the vast majority
paid no attention to him. He tried not to bump into any of them; be a ghost.

The Minrae thing had just happened. It was on the cusp of hotness, traveling from one mouth to
another. All the facilities were either empty, or some other students were collecting their things.
"Jimin!" The scream reached from behind. Jimin diverted to find Kai running after him. Seeing his
dimples after so long felt odd. "I feared you had left already," he said, catching his breath. The
omega was soon grabbed by his shoulders. "Are you okay? How are you feeling? Did they do
anything to do today? I saw what happened to Minrae..."

The blond's eyelids flickered a few times in an attempt to process the bullet questions that came one
after another. "No... what's with you now?" He broke free from the hold over his shoulders. "It took
you me getting bullied twice to start talking to me again, huh." They had spoken several times on
the phone, but Jimin had been too rigid to open up to the guy. Kai had been as friendly as always,
and although he had often offered to visit him, the omega didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"I'm sorry." His eyebrows furrowed in that sad expression. "I shouldn't have taken that... that bad. I
acted too entitled..."

The truth was that his reaction was justified. But how was Jimin supposed to say someone had
taken his phone? He was going to sound mentally ill.
"Listen... It wasn't your fault. But I never saw you as annoying nor tried to ignore you." He shifted
his bag over his shoulder. "I... I was too drunk."

"Can... can I go with you?"

Brown eyes reflected his surprised expression. "What do you mean?"

"The hospital. Please." Kai sensed his immediate denial and took a step closer. "I want to see how
he's doing. Please. I feel like shit knowing what they've done to him and I couldn't do anything to
help him."

Jimin shook his head as he took another step back. "He can't have direct contact with alpha
predators right now. Besides, I'm the only one allowed to visit him and—"

"I want to see how he's doing. Some of his friends are asking for him too. I know it seems like
everyone was involved in this but people are worried. They know nothing about him."

Fucking hypocrites. "They feel bad but when Minrae humiliated me in front of them all they did
was laugh!?" Jimin gritted his teeth. "You didn't even approach me, scared you would be the next
target." Kai didn't deny it. He couldn't. "Fuck every single one of you, honestly."

"Jimin, you know I'd never let them do that," Kai retorted, glancing around the hall to catch if
anyone was coming. "I called them out. I didn't know they would go on. But Jungkook was the first
to tell me to shut up."

The memory of that fact sank him to the ground. Jungkook pushed them to do this, but he also
saved the omega. He was still a piece of shit. A rotten motherfucker that Jimin was now opening
his legs to. Because he had nothing to hold onto but his instincts, and like a fucking dumb kid, he
got closer to the danger. "But it still happened. And they would've got me too if it wasn't for
Jungkook—"
His lips froze, leaving the word empty.

"Jungkook..." Kai didn't say it with surprise but in a stupor. "Jungkook was the one to tell me to
shut up when I called Minrae out, what the...?"

"I'm leaving." That was a bad mistake. The worst he could've done. He had already assured that he
had no contact with Jungkook that night, but now, he smelled like the guy. Even if the heavy
showers and perfumes faded, a deep sniff was enough to catch on to his presence.

"I know you were lying that night." Kai grasped his arm. "You smell like him. And don't try to twist
it."

"I said I'm leaving," Jimin yanked himself away. "So let me fucking go." His sour reaction soon hit
its end when the alpha stared, surprised, with an apology ready to blurt out of his lips. "I didn't...
Listen, I don't want to talk about it."

"Are you dating him?"

"Of course not!" Jimin snapped.

"Good." The tan hand curled back into the alpha's side. "I don't know what's your relationship with
him," his words lowered to the omega's ear, "but don't get too comfortable around that dude,
Jimin."
He needed to hear that more often, along with a smack in the face and a few screams. Like the
coach of a Russian ballet student would. It was crazy how little he could stand around the alpha and
pretend he was still mad. Jimin wasn't even pretending. He was mad. Yet that didn't mean the flame
of hatred could fully come out. It made Jimin wonder what it could take him to hate the guy harder.
Have thicker skin with the Jungkook issue. The kind of visceral hate that should've always been
there from the start. For drowning him, slapping him, forcing him to kiss. For dragging every
person around him into the deep hole, Jimin was already trapped in.

However, the cloud that hazed the vision of what was right came from Jungkook's lips, exhaled
from the cigarette caught between them. From that confident grin and apathy. Can you resist me?
His stance dared to loathe him. But the second you did, you found yourself hushed by the need for
a kiss, by your own lust that those eyes triggered in a hot wave that poured down your back.

Talk about bad decisions.

Fucking him had been another mistake that Jimin wasn't sure he wouldn't commit again.

He could still feel the drag of that cock inside him. The steady hands forcing him to scream harder
and take it. All that for the sake of being praised, called pretty. The way Jungkook groaned his
name, worshipped the omega —touched deeper into his skin. It felt like a rich compliment no one
but Jimin could acquire. And the omega hated that he desired that.

"Enough…" Jimin walked down the stairs without sparing a single glance at the alpha. He could
still feel the weight of that gaze behind him. Kai's tall figure in the middle of the hall, staring at his
soon-fading silhouette.

Probably thinking about how stupid Jimin was.

The usually entire campus was now empty. The benches that always had groups of people sitting on
them were conspicuous by their absence. Only the leaves fell by the force of gravity slept next to
them. Joining the scenery of another cloudy and sad day that seemed to go in tune with Jimin's life.

The black car was easy to notice. A woman stood waiting, dressed in a suit. Under the dark attire,
she wore a shirt of the same color, creating a drab, cold uniform. She watched the omega but didn't
approach, waiting at the back door to open it for him.

Jimin crossed the high fences that made up the university gates. His footsteps accelerated towards
the car while he kept glancing at his damp surroundings. Like he had just stolen a diamond inside
his bag. Or that someone could notice he was living with Jungkook.

His attention flickered across the street, and his eyes halted. Jimin felt a cold drop fall on his head.
Another kissed the tip of his nose. He blinked as a bead of water got caught in his eyelashes.

Pretty.

A thick lilac jacket engulfed a young guy leaning against the wall. His white boots were clean
despite the wet dirt. In his hands, he clutched a branded bag that Jimin recognized. He had seen his
mother with a similar one. His slim, straight figure exuded wealth and elegance. A student? "Jeon
said to head to the building." The driver's voice brought him back from the trance. Not only him but
also the stranger meters away. Jimin couldn't help but turn around again. Two blue crystals met his
brown eyes. The contrast of night-black hair falling over his forehead made the jewels caught in a
swarm of eyelashes even brighter. It wasn't an annoying blue, but a charming one. And Jimin
couldn't help but wonder who this was. An omega. There was no doubt. The fragile features of his
face, his delicate short physique, and his vibrantly colored garments already spoke for him.

He slammed the door shut under the boy's watchful eye. Jimin fastened his seatbelt and let his head
fall back on the seat.

Would an omega like that catch Jungkook's attention? The thought disappeared into thin air when
he closed his eyes.

The news wouldn't reach the surface. His family was quite sharp regarding their name, so an
exhaustive investigation would be made in the following days. He stopped in his tracks just to dart
a glance at the principal's window from outside before going back to his way.

Jungkook took out the last cig he had left. His car was parked a bit far from the gates. He crushed
the crisp autumn leaves as he crossed the parked vehicles. His fingers tightened on the still unlit
cigarette when sniffing the air. Omega. He had been noticing the presence for a while, but
considering the location, he had brushed it off. "Jungkook...!" The soft little voice came right after
he turned to its owner. Haneul was already walking towards him, almost jogging to catch up. The
clacking of his white boots contrasted against the dark soil. A purple dot in the middle of a
colourless background.

Why the fuck was this dude here now was now the issue. "Why are you here? This isn't a space for
someone like you." Haneul gave him a gentle smile. His cheeks were now red from the nippy
weather.

"I wanted to see you... We haven't talked that much since that date." He darted at the ground, shy.
"And you didn't take my last call."

"I was busy." Busy fucking Jimin. "I don't think I've ever stated you could come to visit me
whenever you want." Jungkook lit the cigarette in front of the omega. His blue eyes mirrored the
flare of burning nicotine. "I'm a stranger to you, and that date didn't mean a confirmation of me
picking you as my fiancee." There was no way for that to happen. It was too late anyway, and
Jungkook wasn't going to change his mind after all that. Father was already confused enough with
his last actions. He looked into those dilated pupils. Haneul hadn't appreciated that previous
comment. He still needed to pretend to be interested in front of his family for at least some time.
Jungkook seemed close to reaching the goal, but patience was his greatest virtue when he wanted
something with all his might. His grimace softened. He was being too harsh on the poor thing. "It's
too cold for you to be here. Where's your driver?"

Haneul pressed his lips, red from the gloss that coated them. "I took a taxi from the city. I can't go
to the company to visit you so this was my best option to not get caught."

Caught? His parents would be fucking euphoric if he were seen impaled on Jungkook's cock.

The alpha sighed, bored. He pulled his phone out of a smooth yank and tapped twice on the screen.
"I'll bring a car to drive you." His driver was already taking Jimin, so he needed to take one from
the company. Haneul grasped his sleeve.

The cold touch of his hand froze the alpha. Jungkook pulled back unconsciously, somewhat
annoyed over the unsolicited physical contact. Get your shit together he breathed to his brain. "I-I
want to go with you. Can you drive me...?" Sweet low voice. Consistently quiet decibels that made
a melody out of it. Jungkook glanced at the pale hand on his jacket sleeve. White painted nails.
Minimalist silver rings.

He still pushed it away. "I can't drive you anywhere. I'm busy."

"You live here, right?" Haneul lowered the hanging hand but took a step forward. The smell of
fresh cologne filled the alpha's nostrils. "You can drop me at the main venue and I'll get picked up
from there. It's on your way to the company."
"You already tracked the way by car, huh."

"No, I just... don't want to be a burden. I didn't think you'd come out so this is more than enough
luck."

Luck.

Luck was this omega most likely seeing Jimin get in his car. "How long have you been here?"
Jungkook sniffed the coldness of the aroma still on his jacket. His cheeks looked way too red. The
cold outside the city was much more ruthless; the woods surrounding the area didn't absorb it but
instead made it crispier. Not even the scratch of a dried leaf had dirtied those bright boots. The
umbrella in his hand was damp.

Yeah, he had seen Jimin.

"Just a few minutes ago." A little lie to not sound like a stalker, probably.

Dropping him at the company was a good idea. Make everyone see Haneul. But the more
significant the statement, the worse was going to be the outcome. The intention had always been to
pretend, to leave the matter ambiguous. Jungkook couldn't let them believe he was genuinely
choosing the omega when he hadn't even planned to date him in the first place. That seat was
already taken.

But his recent actions would raise a few eyebrows; earn him annoying questions as to why did he
backstab Minrae, if the alpha hadn't done anything?
Jungkook placed his hand on that cold shoulder. It felt small under his hold. Haneul had a thin
complexion, proof of the diets his family put him through for being an omega. Jimin's complaints
came from the same place. Another big load of bullshit.

"Let's go."

He got into the car, waiting for Haneul to do the same. Jungkook noticed the slight surprise over
him not opening it for Haneul, who brought his knees together and sat next to him. In that same
seat had been Jimin before. Luckily Jungkook didn't like having stuff thrown around his car,
otherwise, the cat hybrid would have caught Jimin's traces. A candy wrapper. A scarf. Or the fresh
aroma in which his clothes were always impregnated.

Blue eyes darted around . "Nice car" he commented while running his fingers over the neon lights
inside. "You like purple? I didn't expect that... from you."

Jungkook started the car. "I guess I do" he brushed off after checking where the omega's hand was
placed. The thin lines intersected the seats from the inside. Jimin had picked that color last time.

Haneul's silence turned into a hummed smile. "I prefer blue" he murmured, though the alpha could
tell he was waiting to be offered to change the car lights from the screen.

There was never much chance for a conversation with Jungkook but Haneul was good at creating it.
His banal chatters with the omega were easy to follow. The little guy was good at wrapping himself
in any convo, not letting one out of their comfort talk.
Jungkook didn't find his presence as annoying as he expected.

─────── · ⅩⅤⅠ · ───────

Jimin poked his head through the main entrance. It had been a few days since he had visited
Daehyun. The hospital staff had called Jungkook with the update that the guy's parents paid them a
visit. Since the alpha didn't give more details, Jimin, left hanging in curiosity, assumed no action
had been taken. The sticky sound of the staff's plastic shoes rubbed over the surface, making
Jimin's steps sharper than the rest. The short boots he was wearing today threatened to propel him
to the floor. The omega didn't go through reception this time and went straight to the third room. It
felt like entering a parallel world where the walls sucked one in until they became part of the
surface. They clung to the sorrows of those who visited their relatives. Jimin never understood why
hospitals were always so colorless.
Each time he had paid his friend a visit, Jimin had been welcomed by an even more somber
Daehyun. A shattered spirit that refused to let him go. Since the bad news about Jin, his mood hit
the lowest Jimin had ever seen. Their last encounter ended in dry talk accompanied by the hospital's
bland meals.

"Good morning—" The smile gripping his muscles untied at the sight. His grip on the knob
loosened as the cold, icy breeze from the window reached to stroke his cheeks. The bed was empty
as if it had never been used. Daehyun's presence felt like a product of his imagination. Not a single
trace in the room soothed the memory of their last interactions.

Regardless of his friend's clear absence, Jimin strolled in. His messy bangs fluttered from the
breeze reaching from the unlocked window. Daehyun's stuff was gone. Jimin swallowed the ball
swelling in his throat. Seeing the alpha gone felt like an addition to Jin's absence. Was he ever
going to see them both, even? Not even Jin was a hopeful option now. And that, as much as he tried
to brush it off to not be swallowed by the depression, was a cloud over Jimin's head. Every little
enjoyable moment in his life came with the reminder that he was sitting over the accountability of
allowing this to happen.

The arid and sad garden greeted him. Wet soil soaked his lungs when he took a deep breath but the
cold aroma faded when the window was closed. Daehyun was gone and he could do nothing but
hope the alpha would contact him again. Jimin grabbed onto his bag before his heels rotated in a
half circle and sent him out of the room. He blinked away the hopeless tears threatening to come
out. Crying wasn't going to fix shit.

The omega took several gulps of air to force the tears back in. Not here, in front of everyone. The
staff knew him. They had seen him every day coming to take care of Daehyun. "Heh." Care? Jimin
had done nothing but be a burden. The most he had contributed was the annoying conversations he
forced Daehyun into with the hope of seeing the alpha back to his past self.

Jimin breathed into the warm atmosphere created by the hospital heaters. The feeling of someone's
presence rose his eyes from the ground. At the entrance of the beta aisle, a figure stood, talking
animatedly with one of the doctors.

That...

Jimin didn't even realize that he had hidden behind the wall, too surprised by the shock of seeing
her. That was Hobi's mother— "Can I help you?" Jimin flinched and gripped the corner of the wall.
The bag handle almost slipped from his shoulders. The nurse waited for his response, big brown
eyes surrounded by sticky black eyelashes blinking in his direction. At least two families were
waiting in the common space, watching the awkward exchange Jimin had been caught in.

"N-no?"

His voice reached out in a frightened whisper. But he wasn't scared. Still, that woman's presence
had caught him on the hop. Jimin recalled every attempt to contact Hobi's parents. How none of
them made the effort to take his calls. There was no explanation good enough to pacify how bitter
he felt.
 ─────── · ⅩⅤⅠ · ───────

"I'm pretty sure I told you to go straight back home." Jungkook's presence took over the room. The
fireplace was on. The crack of the firewood barely reached Jimin's ears. The omega's mind was still
there. In that hospital. "How the fuck did you convince the driver to take you somewhere else?"
The alpha sounded annoyed.

"I told her it was your order." Jimin took off his jacket and hung up his umbrella. The predator
grunted, irritated. "Don't be so dramatic."

"Dramatic..." Jungkook whispered through the nicotine. "I hope you know you got someone fired."

"Dude." Jimin gasped in disbelief. "Seriously? Over me not following your stupid order?"

"I'm not paying someone who will betray me for a pretty omega. Next time I'll find a beta since you
can bend to your will even female alphas." Jungkook crushed the cigarette in the ashtray and took
out another almost automatically. As if the button to put out the cigarette came with the execution
of taking another one. Jimin glanced at the mountain of consumed cigs. It looked like the perfect
amount to spend the afternoon plotting the omega's death.
"I'm not in the mood to argue with you today." He crossed the room and went up the stairs as fast as
possible. Regardless of his irritation Jungkook stared at his ass from behind, not even making the
effort to be subtle.

Jimin took off his clothes. His cheeks felt cold even without touching them, but the cold never
penetrated the layers of clothing his body had been shrouded in. He dumped everything on the bed
and turned on the bathtub's tap. The room was soon doused with the perfume born from the mix of
the bath bombs. His phone was left charging on the nightstand. Inserting the wire into the drained
device allowed him to turn it on. Thousands of calls from Jungkook popped one after another. His
thumb dismissed them with a sigh and Jimin slipped into the bathtub, needing a moment to collect
his thoughts.

Jungkook turned off the screen and left it on the table. His eyes hurt from the long hours staring at
it. Millions of digits haunted his vision even when he let his eyesight rest. He needed to be updated
with the statistics, the data that constantly changed.

He sank back into the chair as he took a breath. The back of his tongue tasted sour. The proof of his
dark lungs was snitched from the mountain of used butts next to him. Jungkook wanted another one
but the package was pretty much empty.
His muscles tingled with the memory of punching Minrae. He had wanted to at least break his nose
but the misery was more than enough to let him rot. Jungkook fiddled with the tablet's edge, resting
his finger on one corner and pushing until the square screen rotated, just to stop the spin by
pressing on another corner.

Something wasn't adding up.

"They suddenly decided to make the video and I wasn't even there—"

The fact that Jin had been called by his family earlier than the hell fest Minrae made was most
likely just a coincidence. But it still irked him. Jungkook cared little about what happened to Jin or
Namjoon's plan for his omega. But intervening in whatever Taehyung's brother had in mind could
earn him points with the omega living under his roof. Jimin wasn't going to accept him with open
arms for saving Jin but it could make blondie unclench a little. A few more positive stimulants and
he wouldn't take the shit Jungkook had under the rug so harshly.

Since they had started fucking Jimin was being more cautious. His chocolate eyes studied
Jungkook even when they were engaged in a casual conversation; waiting for the next move. He
expected the worst from Jungkook. And that, for the snake, wasn't supposed to bother him
this much. An omega's opinion wasn't important. It shouldn't matter. As long as the prey that got his
attention was chained to him the rest of issues were trivial. How he felt, how he saw Jungkook. He
liked to think he didn't care. But the need to see Jimin giving him special treatment was slowly
killing Jungkook. He wanted to be trusted enough that Jimin could never look for someone else but
him. Joke around. Drop his guard. Maybe even be brave enough to sit on Jungkook's lap and do the
things he wanted to do. But the barrier between them kept getting tougher and thicker and
Jungkook was lost between risking allowing that to happen or seeking it.

Pshhhh
His finger thwarted the tablet from spinning. Jungkook sprang to his feet and went up the stairs. He
didn't even know what had gotten into him now but they hadn't kissed today and that pissed him
off, too.

Barefoot, the alpha walked down the hall in cautious steps. His feet touching the ground made a
mute sound barely audible even to him. The hallway lights flickered back on when the sensor
detected his presence.

Jungkook grabbed the knob and rotated it in a slow turn. A few complaints were coming his way
for doing this.

When the lock was unscrewed from the door he pushed forward. Jimin's scent permeated his lungs
to the point where the cells that made up his skin tissue rearranged in a tingly feeling. The alpha
closed the room behind him once inside.

What was once an empty room was now full of Jimin's essence. The furniture and dresser were
now littered with his things. His shoes were thrown in the corner. Colorful clothes hung from the
bar that made his closet. The alpha noticed the laptop on the table next to his notes. Traces of him
studying to catch up with the current speed the rest of the classroom was currently on.

Jimin's mind was full of mixed thoughts that never reached the surface. Deep enough in thought
that he hadn't registered the door opening and closing, meters away from him. Jungkook barely
could read his mind these days. Any attempt came with a foggy result, intermingled words, and
contradicting feelings. He peered into the tub from the glass barrier in front of him.

Jimin's bare shoulders had become the slide of hot droplets gliding down his skin. Jungkook
squeezed the edge of the glass. He had already seen Jimin naked; already felt every part of him. His
insides and the surface of his soft complexion. Why was he still not satisfied was a mystery he
wished to discover. The same boiling excitement from the first moment kept bursting in his chest at
the expectation of touching the omega. As if he had never fucked Jimin and this was a glimpse into
his past self.

But the memory of what he had already explored only fed his sick hunger. That body resting in the
bathtub covered by the foggy glass was a sight worth getting engrossed in. His button nose respired
in the steam emanating from the hot water as his damp hair stuck to his cheeks. Haneul's question
popped into his thoughts. He preferred yellow before purple. Blonde, actually. But not any blond.
He liked the caramel color of Jimin's. Darker in its roots and lighter on its ends. His skin blended
with the warm tone in a tune that made his brown eyes stand out even more.

Jungkook slowly unbuttoned his shirt, eyes never leaving his target. Jimin in his house, in his
bathroom, naked. All for him. Eating his food, sleeping in his bed, and using whatever Jungkook
bought for him. It was worth the embarrassment of his pride to see the omega his brain was
obsessed with drowning in his scent.

His eyes dropped to the bare neck. Jungkook bit his tongue as he felt his fangs about to come out.
He took so many pills every day that he didn't even know what he felt, but instinct couldn't be
manipulated. Every time he saw Jimin's scent gland, his bite mark itched to be tattooed over it. It
was like a stupid mocking from his own alpha. Jungkook was ravenous to dig his fangs into his
prey. Mate Jimin and link the omega to him forever till no one could break them apart.

The shirt slipped from his arms and fell to the floor. He took a gulp of the scented steam. Jimin
could be felt in every particle. But what Jungkook desired was to feel those lips again. A kiss for
every hour he had gone without one.

"Jungkook!?" The omega leaped on the water when the naked steps got louder. "Hell no, leave."
Jimin tried to get up from the bathtub but the shame of his nudity made him conscious. "Breaking
into my room and now into my bathroom!? This is borderline harassment."

The curtain was ripped away from his sight. It almost fell to the ground. "Let me get my dose of
you today."
"Get your dose somewhere else, let me bathe in peace" Jimin pushed his face away but the alpha
got inside anyway. His bare legs were forced to fit between the alpha's thick ones. The sole of his
feet grazed against Jungkook's balls. Jimin flinched. His pretty face became a red dot. "I can't even
shower in peace either!?"

Jungkook grinned when he let his fingers slide down to the naked foot between his legs. He barely
fit inside the bathtub with Jimin in. "Did you find Daehyun there?" he asked, to distract Jimin from
the encroaching fingers climbing the clefts of his toes. The omega didn't look fazed by the fact that
he knew.

"I'm sure you already have a report of my every move" Jimin pulled his feet to himself or at least
tried to before the alpha dragged his torso closer. "Give me a break, God" Jimin complained when
he was grabbed by the jaw.

Jungkook pressed him against the edge of the bathtub. The water overflowed from his shoulders as
he deepened the kiss. Sucking wasn't enough. He was starting with teeth today. "I can't even focus"
he whispered to himself as he let the pretty bunny give up against his lips. "You haven't kissed me
the whole day."

"You sound like an attention whore" Jimin sneered before being silenced with another wet kiss. The
squelching sound of their wet lips reverberated down to their dicks.

"I am" Jungkook kissed the juncture of his neck. The wet smooches climbed up to the space behind
his ear and another kiss that became a bite was hauled to his ear. "I like your attention only on me."
The words lounged in Jimin's mind for a few seconds. He had still that heavy doubt about
Jungkook. About him fucking someone else as soon as he was done. And the guy in front of him
wasn't even sure if he would or wouldn't. His alpha had clearly taken a special liking to the blond
fluff ball but nothing promised Jungkook his devoted behavior wasn't the effect of the pre-rut.

In all the times he had had the rut he simply slept around. Omegas fluttered to him right after
discovering he was absent because of his rut; chasing for a chance to spend the night with him.
However, this time he couldn't imagine himself not spending it with Jimin.

The issue was that Jimin wasn't them. He was willing sometimes, in others, the bunny shut
Jungkook down like he had done the whole weekend.

Jimin's hand sank down his chest. The omega loved the touch of muscles and Jungkook was aware
of that. His fingers, not so shy anymore, caressed a pectoral. The alpha jerked when the blond's
thumb grazed his nipple. A strange sound erupted from his throat. Jimin halted, stunned. "Did you
just...?"

"No I didn't."

"Oh my fucking God." The alpha ripped the soft hand away but Jimin rushed to grab his chest
again. "You have sensitive nipples," he stated as he twisted one of them. Jungkook dropped the
weight of his head into the omega's damp neck and pressed his lips over the surface of his shoulder;
making sure to seal the guttural groans bubbling from his chest. Electric throbs born from his
nipples bolted down to his dicks. The sensitivity in that area made him clench his teeth with the
need for more. "You like it." The omega beamed victoriously. "Are you getting hard?"

"I want to be inside you" Jungkook panted. "Get up." As the pinch tightened the knot hardening his
boner he slammed himself against the omega, pushing and grinding over him like a hungry dog.
But Jimin was too invested playing with the predator's nipples and enjoying how red his face
became when touching them.
"Cute." He lowered his lips to suck on them but the action never got completed. Jungkook's hand
smashed the back of the blond head back to the wall.

"Absolutely not. You had enough fun today, don't piss me off."

"I thought you liked the tease?" Jimin irked a damp eyebrow. His fingers still reached for the hard
skin that surrounded the dark dots on each hard pec. The alpha rose from the water, bringing with
him a cascade of droplets that hit the bunny's face.

Jungkook grabbed the omega and pressed the poor guy on the slippery wall. Jimin arched his back
against it when Jungkook let his hand wander down to the line of his tailbone, leading down to the
bunny's naked crotch. Just his fingers skimming over the length of his middle had the bunny's
useless dick hardening. "This is my kind of tease" Jungkook looked down, watching his own hand
as he jerked the bunny's dick relentlessly. Jimin thrust into the warm wetness of the inner creases of
the long fingers, fucking himself into Jungkook's hand. "You can't even move your hips right," he
chuckled. "Seems like your talent is only in your ass." Jimin's lips puckered in a pout, cheeks
growing hotter as he fucked himself into the predator's hand.

His dark nipples perked up, seeking the same attention. Jungkook lowered his head to Jimin's
height to wrap his tongue around them. The omega gasped at the feeling. The texture inside his
mouth was rough. The tip of the soft meat ended in a pinkish-slicked feeling that brought Jungkook
back to the image of a pregnant Jimin, milk dripping from the same tits he was sucking on nonstop.
The imagination had blood pumped to his cocks in the span of a second.

"Stop" Jimin mewled. Steam escaped from his lips each time his voice was forced out of him. The
alpha pulled him even closer, this time wrapping his free hand around the bunny's ass. The feeling
of the smooth fatness trapped between his fingers slipped away and, hungry, he grabbed the whole
orb with one hand. The soft cheek was lifted with the pull when he raised it. Jungkook sucked
harder on the now red nipple when the mental image of the pink hole flashed under his shut eyelids.
How wet it was. Brilliant from the mix of the water trapped between the two cheeks and the slick
starting to be pumped out. He could imagine the inner walls decorated by sticky threads dangling
from wet muscles, created every time the omega clenched his hole.
 *

"If anyone saw us we'd be in trouble" Jungkook groaned against his ear. Jimin's heels rose from the
ground with every hard thrust. "Me more than you, since I'll have to go to prison for killing every
member of my family for touching you." His soft cries grew louder at the overwhelming sensation
of the cock inside him ramming back and forth. "I'd fuck you next to their corpses, make sure you
know what happens to whoever you decide to curse by opening your legs to. This cunt belongs to
me now Jimin. And I don't fucking care if I have to tattoo my name on your ass to get you to
understand that your end is with me. Your start is with me."

Jimin bit his lip. The slippery drops slid to the bathtub in the same direction his knees threatened to
send him.

Fucking hell. It felt so right. Had he ever been fucked this good? Or was Jungkook so big he could
touch his heart from all that prostate pressing? His feet begged for rest but Jimin's limbs had to
hold him against the brutal force rearranging his insides. Jungkook grunted his name like a mantra.
The smell of fresh cigs flicked to the bunny's nostrils with every breath.

"S-slower" Jimin rasped in a sob but that only made Jungkook even more ruthless. His ass cheeks
hit the alpha's hips harsher and before pulling out his cock the alpha rammed back inside the now
torn hole. Warm slick slid down the milky tights, making contact with Jungkook's dangling ignored
cock.
"You take me so well" The alpha sealed his hand around the bunny's neck. Jimin's head was bowed
up to his lips. "Made for taking dick, isn't that right?"

Jimin melted in the rough fingers holding him like an object. But the shine in Jungkook's eyes
carried the hint that he was the most precious thing in his hands right now. A diamond mine only he
had access to. Jungkook kissed his shoulder before baring his fangs and nibbling at the spot. "I
don't even need to dick-train you at this point. Your hole swallows my cock so easily." Jungkook
grabbed his waist. The pace hastened. The explosive sensations cornered the poor bunny's sad
thoughts, mind now only occupied by the alpha inside his guts. "I hope that mouth is this good"
Jimin sensed his fingers skate across the wet surface. The steam took away any support, making
Jungkook's rough hold the only thing steading his balance. "Wouldn't you like that, blondie? The
weight of my cock inside that pretty mouth of yours" Thumb over his jaw traveled to his lips,
sinking in them slowly —contrary to the brutal pounding Jimin was being put through. "Milk me
till the last drop."

"I don't suck dick." Jimin bit down hard on the intruding thumb in his mouth. His molars sank hard
into the flesh. The internal sound of tissue being torn did not make Jungkook flinch. Instead, the
guy chuckled.

"Oh you will," he said, letting his forehead fall over the omega's nape. "I know what goes through
your head Jimin. You'd sleep impaled on my cock if you could. The only thing stopping you from
being the little fucking whore you are is that pride you have against me." His words were harsh but
his actions spoke differently. The omega sucked in a deep breath when Jungkook's fangs sank a bit
too deep into his neck; like a vampire's kiss. Relief came back to him when they slid out of his
skin.

"S-stop with the biting" Jimin whined. The tickle of the sharp edge of the teeth grazing over his
skin rose his nerves up to an itch in his brain. The rim of an orgasm that never fully sank in; a need
to scratch a spot but with no location of it.

"I could have this sight every day and still not get tired," Jungkook's whole attention was still
sucked in by the link between the omega's plumpy ass and his cock stretching the hole as it slid in
and out. "As much as I wish I could fucking erase this shit off you, it's good that you have some
experience with tattoos." Jimin flinched at the sharp slap aimed at his ass. His red cheek recoiled
from the hit and Jungkook grabbed the fatness between his fingers, raising it to see the pink hole
swallowing him shamelessly. "Fucking hell," His pace fastened like he was trying to see how good
the gaped entrance would resist a rougher stretch. "Should I also pierce your lip?" Jungkook
lowered his hand to the bunny's wet chest. "Or pierce your little nipples with my initials?" Jimin
reddened just picturing that. The omega glanced at him from that low stance. Lust crowded the
dilated pupils. His breath hitched out of his lips in soft hiccups pushed with the brutal pounding. So
fucking adorable for a whore. Jungkook couldn't keep his hands to himself. He needed this little
thing wrecked to the point of no return. His sickening need fantasized carving his name with a
knife in that velvety skin. But he didn't want to make the bunny bleed. Jimin was his most precious
relic. Only a fool would damage his jewel when there was no other copy of it.

The way his hair fell on the mattress. The rings that shaped nostrils widened and narrowed with
every deep breath. Jungkook stroked the cheek again. His thumb made a small circle over his
cheekbone. "Stop with that" Jimin pushed himself away. His face flushed with a bright red, the
consequence of being trapped in a steamy room for hours. "Give me a break. I couldn't even bathe
without your annoying ass groping me."

"That's a fucking reach" Jungkook grasped both cheeks, making the bunny's lips pop in a pout.
"Instead of thanking me for the orgasm, you accuse me of rape?" The blond peeked at him from the
pillow. The chocolate eyes had the alpha feeling himself slipping away again. Jungkook lowered
his head and stole another kiss.

"Add an s to that because that wasn't just one. Do you know the concept of a quickie? I can't keep
up with you fucking me four times in a row because you got a malformation of two dicks." Jimin
turned away. His back was red from the heat. The alpha lying naked on the bed ran his eyes over
the subtle curve of his body. His waist area was decorated with Jungkook's finger marks. The tattoo
ink on his torso had become normality in his eyes. Jungkook couldn't say that he liked it but he
didn't hate it. The idea that someone had spent hours touching Jimin's skin to sew the ink to it made
him weirdly frustrated. His gaze lowered to the dark area that stood out over the redness of his ass,
the product of the hit of hips against his ass cheeks. The tattoo between his thighs was caught in the
line that joined them. Sometimes Jungkook got distracted watching it hide under the shorts.

His wet hair was pushed away before he climbed closer to the blond. Jungkook enveloped his arms
around the omega's waist. "The Jimin of two minutes ago wouldn't agree" Jungkook whispered as
he sniffed into the crook of that dainty neck. "Seems like you are less grumpy now."

"I'm always grumpy with you. You don't deserve better treatment anyway." Yet he still relaxed
against Jungkook's chest. The unconscious action made the alpha almost bite his fist in frustration,
finding the gesture way too fucking adorable. It felt like having a cat melting in his lap. It took
everything in him to not squeeze the omega in his arms. "What? Don't look at me like that. I'm not
doing it again."

"I didn't say anything." Jimin side-eyed him for a few seconds.

"You behave like a dog in heat." The omega shrunk deeper in the bed when the alpha caressed his
scent gland. "I can imagine your tail waggling every time you see me."

Jungkook fell silent, breathing in Jimin's scent as he dropped asleep in the comfort of his softness.
 ─────── · ⅩⅤⅠ · ───────

Jimin got ready for the next class. The alpha's quick glance went unnoticed by the constant chatting
reverberating from every corner of the room.

Questions kept rolling off their tongues. Minrae was nowhere to be seen after yesterday and his
family was very likely to give a lot of shit for the embarrassment of that video. Track from where it
had been sent and check every camera installed in the facility. The thing was, Jungkook hadn't
crossed a single door to put the video.

The screen in the dining rooms always showed the news, university announcements, and sports
content. The transmission came from the room where the loudspeakers were controlled. Jungkook
had used a brand new laptop to crack in from a whole different place. Hunting the IP would be hard
to accomplish.
"Minrae won't be attending any lectures," the professor announced from his desk. "He's officially
cut ties with this university." Hyungsik gasped in shock. He had been quiet all day, even yesterday.
The guy wouldn't have taken the video badly if it hadn't been for the social pressure. He had always
been indifferent to Minrae's attitude towards Jungkook; his annoying crush over the alpha. Every
one of the classmates they interacted with knew about it.

But there was a difference.

Fucking an alpha wasn't the same as being fucked by an alpha. There was a dispute of pride and
dominance between those two cases that could not be refuted. Which was why Jungkook wasn't a
target. What was there to be ashamed of? He obviously disapproved alphas mating with other
alphas but him fucking one didn't make him feel the slightest threatened. On the contrary, Jungkook
saw that as a token of his superiority. The betas, omegas, and alphas he fucked were like a rubber
erasing what has already been written. His little self had been slowly pushed away from the box he
called memory thanks to that.

"Disgusting" was heard among the thousands of comments that exploded. The teacher kept trying
to shut them up.

"He's officially expelled..." Hyungsik muttered, tense. He pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.
His eyes fixed to the side to subtly watch Jungkook. But his eyebrows trembled when his gaze
stumbled with the other predator's.

"Wanna share your mind with us, Hyungsik?" Jungkook patted his neck. "Do you think..." he
plunged his fingers into the boy's flesh, but not enough to hurt him. The touch of the glances over
their heads could be sensed. "...he shouldn't be expelled?"

The alpha shook his head. "No no, of course. He's a whore. I can't believe I thought he had a crush
with you," he muttered, trying to tug Jungkook into the equation.
"He was one of my many toys. A hole is a hole after all." Jungkook let go of his neck.

The megaphone in the hallway came on. A beep echoed through the room, stealing the attention of
everyone. The professor seemed just as surprised. "Jeon Jungkook, to the principal's office."

Taehyung turned to him from the seat below but he didn't get a look back. "You can skip class. I
will send a copy of today's lecture." The old man told him from beneath as he turned on the main
screen. Thousands of mathematical numbers flashed over the digital board along with a long
paragraph.

Jungkook rose to his feet and left his stuff on the table despite the professor's comment. As he
walked down the stairs and crossed the seats, the curious silence of the thousands of eyes over his
back watched his every move. Taehyung looked just as shocked as them.

The news had been nil. They had the media so controlled not a single mention slipped outside. But
Jungkook had already made sure to spread the video on every popular platform. Even now, as he
scrolled down Minrae's official account it was filled with comments and quotes. His name was still
trending along with insults. The radical traditionalists were rampaged over the video. Minrae had
always been seen as an example worth following. The tiger hybrid label gave him an astonishing
influence over other predators of lower levels.

It had become a hot topic to do a search on who were the other guys but there wasn't much fear
about that. It wasn't raped for the spectators. Even though it was in reality, Jungkook's intention was
to make him look like a willing partner. There had been moments in which Minrae had called for
his name a few times in the video but he cropped every part that involved him. It was heavily
edited, from the background to the sounds.

He hadn't interacted with any of them again. The last time they had seen each other had been after
leaving the pub through the back door. They couldn't risk interacting and being associated with the
case.
"I've been told by some of your classmates that Minrae already showed a few signs of being...
mentally ill" Jungkook put the phone back in his pocket and adjusted his stance.

"He had a crush on me."

"And?" The man squinted his eyes, searching for a glimpse of something in Jungkook's expression.

"Well, he'd beg me to let him suck my cock" Jungkook crossed his legs. "I fucked him a few
times." The principal didn't fancy the answer, judging by the way his face frowned in disgust. and
Jungkook barely hid the chuckle from bursting out his lips. "Not into dominating alphas?" The man
looked horrified. Of course he wasn't into that.

"This will put you in a comprising situation, Jeon. If his family discovers—"

"But they won't, will they?" The old man's lips pursed in a sour thin line. "You will make sure of
that."

"I can't stop you from being punished."

"Punished?" Jungkook couldn't help but laugh. "I don't think you heard me well, sir." He got up
from his seat and left his hand on the table, flexing closer to the principal's wrinkled face. "You will
make sure I have nothing to do with this shit." The need to go against his words flashed in that
wrinkled face. Jungkook smiled. "And if you don't... let's see who will be investing in this
expensive university."
"Is this a threat?"

"No, I could never" Jungkook gasped in fake shock. "But it's already hard to maintain the image of
this campus after such a scandal." He looked out the window. "Kim Jin was also found to be
sleeping around with his classmates. And one of your investors' son has been hospitalized after
being beaten by... Minrae, too?" Jungkook gasped in shock. "Damn. Double homicide."

The man clenched his teeth. "You..."

"Scandal after scandal. The only reason you even got support to build this place was because my
father decided to give you a chance and the rest of the dogs came around to see what was so
interesting about your trashy project. Not even the coffee machine is good quality." Jungkook ran
his fingers across the table, circling the desk until he was next to the chair that held the man.
"Someone is spending that money on whores, I think. Omegas can't come to you willingly so what
better option than sugarcoating their necessities with money that doesn't even belong to you?" The
principal remained in silence, but he looked furious. "But that's not my business. You can do
whatever you want with that money." Jungkook turned to the door to leave, not before giving one
quick glance to the principal. "Just remember not to bite the hand that feeds you, old man."

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"Hey" Jimin felt a tug on his bag before crossing the corner. Just by the voice, he knew it was Kai.
"Aren't you happy? He finally got what he deserved."

The omega glared at him. "I am. Did you expect me to play nice? I even think he should have
gotten worse" he said annoyed, though he still stayed near the alpha. The lecture had just
concluded; everyone had left for lunch without minding him a single glance. After the
announcement that Minrae had been expelled the atmosphere had turned calm. Jimin knew some
people thought he was behind this but that didn't bother him at all.

"I don't judge people's likings, obviously," Kai spoke, dropping his head on the wall, "but his
actions brought him this. For what he did to Daehyun and for what he did ... to you."

"I want everyone to pay, not just him" Jimin murmured. He sank himself next to the hallway floor.
Kai did the same. "Minrae wasn't alone when he did that to Daehyun. And when he made that video
no one punished him yet now... Now it's a problem for the university." It had become a serious
matter. Right after class, Jungkook had been summoned to the principal's office. Jimin knew the
reason behind that but it still irked the fear of being caught. Everyone knew that Minrae had a
weird relationship with the alpha. It made sense to point all the fingers at him.

"I know... Did you get any news about Jin?" The alpha dared to inquire. Just thinking about that
crushed the omega. He didn't want to know anything yet at the same time, he couldn't help but
wonder what was going on with his friend right now.

"I already told you. He won't kill him" Jungkook whispered. He was dozing off. The warmth of his
arms made the sheet useless. The usual cold had vanished thanks to the vapor that had clung to his
skin after hours of being there. His damp hair brushed against Jimin's neck. He couldn't breathe in
the grip but he felt weirdly soothed.

"How are you so sure?"

"Because he's Namjoon." He seemed to want to add something else with that response but his
mouth shut after the name.

That meant Jin's fiancee was plotting revenge on the omega. Pondering about the many prospects in
which Jin would be punished seized a hot ball in his stomach. All he could do was pray his friend
was alright; because visiting Namjoon would only earn him more trouble. The media offered
nothing. The internet revealed nothing. Jimin was left with a blank page.

"No." For now, he could only deal with whatever was going on with Hobi's mother and wait for the
rest to unfold. What else was he supposed to do? Complain to his father? Three of his friends were
gone and the only chance to dig for information was just now presenting itself. What if this had
nothing to do with Hobi? Maybe that woman was just coming for a health check.

But the thing was... she didn't live in this city.

"Did you speak with the principal? They will have to do something about your... dorm. Where are
you living right now?"
His eyebrows shot up. "Did you approach me to make me reveal my location?"

Kai wheezed. "What!? "Of course not! I already told you, I'm just trying to help!"

"If you are trying to help then don't ask unnecessary questions" Jimin retorted. "I already spoke
with that man." Who, by the way, hadn't listened to him and again put the blame on Jimin. "They'll
give me a new room but since all of them are occupied it will take some days." Jimin didn't even
get offered a place to stay. They simply didn't care. He had the doubt if they would have answered
in the same way if his father had dealt with this. But his poor parents were clueless to what was
going on. "My main issue right now is to catch up with the last lectures I missed" he said, drifting a
glance at Kai with a scrap of hope in the guy to catch his intention.

He was willing to do anything. So it didn't surprise Jimin when Kai took out all his notes in the
middle of the hall and pushed them all towards Jimin like a sacrificed offering to a deity. "Take
these. You can have them for the rest of the week until you make a copy."

"Really? Thanks. This will be very helpful." Jimin snatched them off the floor and shoved them in
his bag. Kai seemed delighted with his reaction but his smile dropped when the omega stood up to
leave. "By the way..." Jimin turned on his heels. "Daehyun is doing good. He has recovered pretty
well the past few days." Considering the last day they saw each other.

Kai was about to thank him but the omega strolled down the hall and left. It had been enough luck
that he hadn't asked about his relationship with Jungkook so Jimin had hurried to dodge explaining
it.

What was he supposed to tell him, anyway? That Jimin didn't like the alpha yet they were close
enough Jungkook had saved him from Minrae? It was embarrassing how easily one could tell he
was impregnated in the guy's scent. Jimin at least sat far from everyone and took a good harsh
shower before attending the lectures yet all it took was Kai sniffing him to notice a predator had
marked the bunny already. The dimpled alpha seemed sharper than he looked too.

Living with Jungkook now sounded so normal. He no longer went crazy with the idea that he lived
under his roof. Now he woke up wrapped in Jungkook's arms like they were some kind of couple.
The omega kicked a pebble on the road. This morning he had woken up alone but with the
reminder that he had been fucked senseless for dinner. It was bound to become his doom that
slowly growing pattern. This was only sex for Jungkook at the end of the day. He was an alpha. His
words meant nothing when his cock was eight inches deep inside him. The rut and his personality
were proof of it. Nothing proved Jimin he was hearing the truth every time Jungkook told him he
wasn't like the other omegas. And maybe he didn't want it to be true. The sex was like he had found
the perfect piece left in his puzzle. Jimin felt like he hadn't been fucked with this aim in his whole
life. Lust always had his decisions in a chokehold.

He thumbed the screen on the knob. The fingerprint was authorized and the door unlocked. The
room was clean, not a single object out of place. He had wanted to go to the hospital again, but the
new driver had been straightforward about Jungkook's orders. The bald guy even waited for Jimin
to get in the building. Jungkook was a fucking weirdo when it came to control. It was surprising the
fact that no cameras were installed inside the apartment. He could definitely expect that from a
psycho like him. Was he even sure about that, though?

Jimin opened the fridge to find something to eat and noticing the lack of food, he grabbed an apple
instead. The memories of that nasty pasta gave him shivers.

Jimin dropped the books borrowed from the campus library on the wide table on the living room.
There was a lot to catch up with. Jimin put his headphones on and tried to drift away from the
current situation. Minrae's expelling, Hobi's mother popping out of nowhere in that hospital, Jin
and Daehyun's current locations, Eunwoo's identity and the always closed room that he still
couldn't get a glimpse of. All those thoughts he had bookmarked for later.

And just like that, it felt like he was back to the Jimin from high school. Studying, focusing on
himself, and living his best life while tiptoeing around his father's strict rules. Reality dragged him
back when after hours of an exhaustive studying session, the main door was swung open.
Jungkook's shoes sounded stern against the floor. "Already pulling the good student card?" Jimin
pretended not to hear him. Within seconds the music faded and his ears were naked. The alpha had
yanked his headphones. "Pretending you can't hear me at your big age."

"My big age!? This is peak comedy." Jimin snatched the headphones back to his head. "You are
literally the most childish motherfucker I've seen in my whole life. Do you lack self-awareness or
what?"

Jungkook loomed over the table as he discarded his coat. "The fuck is this..." His brows furrowed
in confusion. Jimin followed the direction of his gaze. Ah, Kai's notes.

"I'm trying to study the stuff I missed the past two weeks thanks to you, move" Jimin positioned his
headphones back on. "Hey, give me that back. It's Kai's." He reached for the notebook that
Jungkook raised in the air, looking at it with disgust.

"Is that fleabag a five-year-old baby?" His dim eyes scanned the pages disinterestedly. "I can't even
understand the shit written here. It looks like some satanic runes."

Jimin had thought the exact same thing. Kai's handwriting was a mess. A chaotic mix of words and
numbers that took a good minute to figure out. No man was perfect, but he didn't expect this to be
the alpha's weak point. "It's all I have."

"Yeah, I can tell" Jungkook dropped the notebook back on the table but still didn't leave. His tall
figure lingered over the books, staring at the omega trying to study. Jimin pushed him from the hip,
but Jungkook didn't move. "What are you..." his own notebook was taken away this time. Jimin
threw himself on the table, exhausted. This man was always up in his business. "Do you write this
well to mask your bad grades?"
"Can you fuck off, for God's sake? I feel like I'll go crazy around you" Jimin threw a pen at him and
Jungkook dodged it like it was a bullet aimed at his skull. The notebook was set back in its place
and the alpha still. Didn't. Fucking Leave.

"It's the Jungkook effect. Give me a kiss" Jimin was ready to run away but the alpha grabbed him
by the neck and pulled him up to his mouth. His lips stuck together for a millisecond in a smooch
and the bunny was dropped back to the chair. "A quick charge."

"Why did the principal call you?" Jimin said wiping his mouth just to piss the guy off. Jungkook
watched the action with an irked dark eyebrow and scoffed, amused.

"To chat about my father." Jimin had guessed it was about Minrae.

Despite his hard focus on the subject, Jimin sometimes stole a few glances at the wide back
chopping vegetables and moving the frying pan around. Jungkook didn't interrupt him again but the
omega kept letting his focus drift to that voice of his while he spoke through a call.
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Kai got his stuff back the very next day. It was useless to copy shit Jimin couldn't even
comprehend. He sipped on his bubble tea while enjoying the city's view. The black car was still
parked in front of the gates.

The clock announced the time. Half past four.

Jimin had taken a quick peek at Jungkook's schedule today. The two had had breakfast together.
The alpha was always waiting for Jimin even though he woke up hours before him. Since Minrae
he had been more careful with his moves. Jungkook had assured him he wouldn't hear about the
guy anymore but the alpha was still alive somewhere.

Despise Minrae's family not making a single statement, they had taken automatic action. Jimin
expected them to be more insistent but they had dragged their son out of college right after the
disaster. He could imagine the shame of what happened all over their faces. An alpha being passed
around... was a big deal. The magnitude of people aware of his behavior towards Jungkook was
nothing compared to his family and the whole country discovering that not only was he into the
Jeon heir but he was a whore... too.
Jimin grinned. He didn't know what the next step in Jungkook's plan was but the promised goal was
Minrae being wiped out from the face of the earth.

The driver took out a cigarette and headed to the corner of the street for a quick break. Jimin drifted
his attention to the parked cars.

Jungkook had extracurricular activities to join so the whole afternoon was at least cleared. The
perfect chance to dodge those annoying questions about his whereabouts had just presented itself.

After racking his brain all night over Hobi's mother he finally came up with the perfect plan. The
new driver Jungkook had hired was quite strict. No conversations, no smiles. He drove Jimin to the
address and waited there like a statue. The only thing the omega had to do was to stay in the
apartment and leave as soon as the driver departed after doing his job. Jungkook would receive a
report that Jimin had been taken home and the omega's phone wouldn't be on fire thanks to the ten
calls per second sliding in.

He grabbed the device and his scarf before bolting to the elevator. Jimin pressed the downstairs
button several times, eager to reach the lowest level. "Good afternoon," the girl behind the counter
smiled at him and the blond felt like Jungkook for a moment, ignoring her as he rushed to the gates.
He ran into one of the taxis parked on the avenue. "Hospital." He panted, taking a seat. The man
behind the wheel side-eyed him in confusion.

"There are quite a few—"

"The one on the outskirts" Jimin blurted, grabbing the man's seat from behind. "Quick!"

He turned back to make sure the driver hadn't seen him. Relief relaxed his grip on the seat when he
saw the beta's spot empty. What a pain in the ass.
The trip didn't take long. The anxiety to finally check that corridor had Jimin looking out the
window like a kid on his first trip, counting on every kilometer crossed by the vehicle. As soon as
the wheels stemmed he pulled out a wad of money without even calculating it and pushed it to the
guy's face. "Can you be here in... twenty minutes, maybe?"

The man glanced at the money nervously, trying to hide his happiness as he counted the bills. He
had been paid for at least ten trips in one. "O-of course! Here's my card. Just call me."

Jimin hid his hands in the pockets of the thin hoodie he regretted picking for today. The frostiness
in the weather had turned fierce as the sun went down. It wasn't dark enough yet but the
temperature carried that kind of atmosphere with it.

He passed through the hospital's entrance unnoticed. Jimin looked around. This time there was no
Daehyung to visit. The few people in the waiting room paid him no attention. Two old women and
a young guy listening to some music as he waited to be called by the doctor.

"I have a question..." Jimin cleared his throat before approaching the counter. "Is it possible to
know if a patient is staying here?"

The woman scrutinized him for a few seconds before looking back at the documents in her hands.
"No."

"What if...it's a family member?"

She chewed the gum stuck in her teeth even harder, smacking her lips all loudly. The sound was
irritating. "You wouldn't need to ask me if that was the case, don't you think?"

Damn. Jimin had to resist rolling his eyes at the woman. In the end, it seemed to be true that those
who worked at the reception desk were always in a bad mood. She wasn't the same nurse that used
to welcome him, and especially Jungkook, when Daehyun had been admitted.

"Ah, let me ask," he said before rushing to take his phone and pretend to do what he announced,
playing dumb. Jimin got out of the way and leaned down on the next wall. The nurse eyed him, not
trusting his clumsy behavior. "What number was his roo...?" Jimin pretended he was typing
something on the screen. It made him feel like an idiot but he hadn't come all the way here to just
be rejected like that.

The omega wanted to slip into the hallway unnoticed but the old woman kept staring at him from
the desk, attention drifting back to the bunny every time he shifted in his posture.

"Excuse me, I..." The guy from before approached the counter to comment something related to his
appointment being late; that he had been waiting a long time. The woman turned for a second to
attend him, gifting Jimin the perfect chance to push himself into the beta corridor.

A long hush took over his ears as soon as he got sucked into the white corridor. Jimin advanced
with slow steps, letting his gaze roam the space. Everything was quiet, just like on the other side.
The lady's voice became louder after replying to the guy. Jimin strolled to the corner before being
caught.

Now that he was in, Jimin didn't know what to do next. There were thousands of rooms and all of
them were closed. In an ideal situation, he would open all of them to check them one by one. But
not only was the beta corridor consisting of two floors, but the rooms also weren't just a few.
Jimin let himself be carried away by his feet and peeked through the little windows of each one.
His intention was to pass by as someone's relative paying a visit, but instead, he looked like a
stalker gluing his ear on every door to catch anything.

The sound of the cart tautened the hair on the nape. Jimin remained as straight as a rule, so tensed
he could hear his own blinking. The nurse crossed the hall from the other undiscovered side,
pushing hospital supplies into a metal basket on wheels. Used towels and trays stack one over the
other.

The two omegas found each other's eyes. Jimin caught how her face conveyed her thoughts. He
looked like a weirdo; peeping at some random patient's room. Unable to escape the awkward
misunderstanding, Jimin turned the knob and put on his fakest smile. "Omg I could barely find
you!" he exclaimed as soon as he opened it, trying to hit his luck and hope the room was empty.

The nurse marched by, still staring at Jimin weirded out. She wasn't the only one. The woman in
bed with her children looked at Jimin just as dumbfounded as the omega at them. "Who... are you?"
asked the little girl. The blond ducked red from the mortification and slammed the door back shut.
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Was he giving up? No. That last fiasco might have made him look like a fool, especially after
coming out of the corridor in front of the nurse looking like he had just committed a crime. Jimin
was adamant about digging into the reason for Hobi's mother's presence in that hospital. No matter
how he looked at the situation, that woman didn't have to be there. Hobi's parents didn't even live
close and he was sure as hell there were better hospitals to stay in.

The only reason to be there was Hobi. Just thinking about the possibility that his friend was there
made Jimin's stomach turn and tie itself in a nervous knot. He had so many questions and so few
answers. Putting all his bets on Hobi being there still didn't solve the puzzle.

He didn't take Jimin's calls. His parents didn't respond either. Hobi didn't attend class and the beta
hadn't left a measly trail behind to steer Jimin to him. Hobi's parents had always treated him with
kindness, though only one of them did that. His alpha mother wasn't very fond of Jimin since her
son and the omega had always been troublemakers but that had never been an issue.

"Are all preys this dedicated?" The omega shrank back in the chair and turned up the volume on his
headphones. He grabbed one side to make sure this time they wouldn't be snatched off his head.
Jungkook hovered over him like an umbrella on a rainy day, arms placed on each side of Jimin's
sitting stance. "That's not the correct way to solve it."
Jimin gave up on the music and took off his headphones, furious. "Did I ask? No, seriously, did I
fucking ask?" he said looking up but only meeting the under view of Jungkook's jaw. He didn't
even need to sniff the air to be reached by the smell of cologne.

The alpha let him go and stretched before tossing his jacket onto the chair like he always did. "You
smell like cold." Jimin jerked, and instead of averting the comment he fixed his gaze on the
predator, pretending honesty.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The black eyes didn't shift off his face.

"It means the heater is always on and you smell cold." Jungkook grabbed a pen and began to twirl
it. The elongated object spun between his digits. "Which means you haven't been here for more
than I have," he put the object back on the table. His legs extended out on the chair. Jimin eyed the
way his thighs stretched the gray pants he was wearing. How the bulge between his legs became
more prominent when he spread them, making the chair a little stool. "Unless you took a cold
shower, of course."

"So what if I went out? Am I not allowed to have a walk now? Just because I temporarily live with
you doesn't mean I have to listen to everything you say." Jimin turned the page, irritated. He didn't
even know what was written on it. His attention had already targeted the figure taking over his
focus.

Jungkook relaxed on the chair and looked at him from the thin dark strands plunged from his
forehead. "True." His lips separated after speaking, voice trapping whatever was going on in his
head. Jimin dragged the pencil over the white sheet and marked the exercise as done. "You are
doing it wrong." Again. Jimin threw the pencil back to the table —ready to jeer another fuck off—
but got quiet once he saw Jungkook wasn't grinning. "The electric flux equation is wrong." His
finger was positioned where Jimin had drawn the schematic of the problem. "Here."

The omega stared at the supposed mistake, confused. "This is what Kai had written..."
Jungkook straightened up. His chairs were suddenly closer than before. "Most of what Kai wrote
didn't have an explanation along with it. That's why you are confusing shit." His voice dropped
mildly. Jimin bit his tongue to resist the urge to fight about being wrong.

"Then explain it to me? I've already copied his stuff" he murmured, feeling shy for acknowledging
being mistaken. It wasn't his fault anyway.

Jungkook grabbed the pen again. He glanced at the exercise only once. A quick peek. His fingers
dragged the ink across the paper, drawing and writing numbers and letters Jimin attempted to link
to what he had tried to learn the past few days. "The electric field is directed out of both bases of
the cylinder," his voice felt so close. Jimin made sure to focus and absorb his words but his
confusion was palpable. "It passes through the left and right bases," he clarified. The alpha fell
silent, waiting for Jimin to reply.

"I get it." Never in his whole life he had needed to be explained anything by someone his age.

Jungkook went back to resolve the physics problem. "You have to add the flux for each base." He
wrote the result of the addition into the equation. "Then apply the equation for the law." More signs
got added but Jimin couldn't pinpoint what they represented. "It has to be solved for the electric
field and this," Jungkook indicated a fraction of the equation and extracted it into another example,
"is the surface charge identity, so you can amplify the equation to make it easier than it looks and
get the magnitude of the electric field." Jimin blinked and the whole operation was resolved. A
hideous mix of numbers and —greek letters?— stared back at him.

"That's cool and all..." Jimin smacked his lips. "But I don't even know what's that sign... Or that
one." He pushed his finger to where Jungkook's was. The tip of their nails touched.
"That's the epsilon." The alpha removed his own hand. "It doesn't matter. You won't understand any
of this unless you learn the basic concepts first." Jungkook pulled out a thick file folder and pushed
it to him. "Use this to catch up. I've written a few important examples that highlight the use of each
law."

Jimin opened the ring binder and his jaw almost hit the table. Each file had a tag not only with each
subject but with the concept in which each topic was separated. The drawings also made by hand
were explained in detail. The way everything was written was formal but clear. Technical words
were used but they came with clarifications included. The penmanship was... immaculate. "You
cook, you clean, you have good handwriting..." he murmured as he reviewed the long texts that felt
like a pleasure to the eyes. "You are more omega than me, it seems." Everything looked so clean
and tidy. The numbers didn't break the harmony of the order of the alpha's notes. "Do you give your
notes to the others?"

Jungkook frowned. "I don't work my ass off to make other people's lives easier" he commented.
"So to answer your question, no, I have never given my notes to anyone."

That day in the laboratory fetched him the memories of the alpha being approached for help. Many
of their classmates asked him as if he was the instructor; trusted his word even more than their own.
Jimin wished to be that reliable. "So this is my privilege for having to stand your existence..." For
the way he had seen the alpha write so quickly, the letters were way too meticulously written.

Jungkook crossed his arms on the table and dipped his temple on them. The omega glanced from
behind the file folder, making eye contact with a now lounging alpha. The shield of black eyelashes
covered a taciturn look that absorbed Jimin in, cladding the bunny in that so-well-known abyss he
always got sucked in. "It's not for free."

"Did I just get scammed into paying?" He couldn't help but smile. Jungkook slid a hand out from
under his arms, slowly reaching for the omega. His thumb brushed Jimin's cheek.
The long fingers brushed the end of the edge of his jaw. "Pretty." Jimin squeezed the edge of the
notebook. A button was pressed in him every time he was called that.

The cold of his rings tickled his skin. His thumb traced the shape of his cupid's bow. "You really
like my lips." Jungkook pressed the edge of the lower lip, tugging at the corner till he got a glimpse
of Jimin's teeth.

"I like everything about you," he mumbled against his arm, his voice falling to a muffled whisper.

His face implored to blush but Jimin didn't want to expose his emotions right when the guy was
staring so hard at him. "Then why..." he drawled. God really had his favorites. Not even at such an
angle he looked bad. His slicked-back hair fell gracefully over his eyes except for only a few thin
locks, the same ones Jimin always noticed getting over his forehead. This time, he couldn't help it.
Jimin grazed the wild thread of hair. His finger pushed it to the side, dragging the others with it
until they were hidden behind the piercings in the alpha's ear.

"I know you are waiting for me to throw you" Jungkook said suddenly. Jimin knew the reason for
his comment. Since Friday he had felt uncomfortable with the idea that he had failed himself. He
couldn't get rid of the label that he now had on his forehead. Jimin didn't want to be part of a
harem. Another doll. The joke was knowing he didn't want an exclusive relationship with Jungkook
yet being unable to stand the thought of... sharing him. That didn't even make sense.

"Will you?"

Jungkook didn't say anything at first. His gaze spoke for itself. "Do you want me to?"
It happened in the span of a blink. Jimin lowered his head and placed his lips against the alpha's. He
leaned back but knowing well enough how this always went, a breathy chuckle left his lungs when
the back of his head was roughly pushed back to those pierced lips. Jungkook stood up without
separating their mouths.

The kiss was like the many others they had but it always felt like a hell fest of emotions for Jimin.
Jungkook liked to kiss him. It was so fucking obvious by the way he always sought a kiss. It made
the blond wonder if he also kissed the other omegas like that. If he had also kissed those girls he
met at the club this way too. Or Minrae, even.

"The texture of your lips" Jungkook took a drag from the omega's breath before kissing him again,
desperately needing to suffocate on Jimin's saliva. "Their shape. Their volume." He nipped at the
blond's chin, climbing his skin till the corner of his mouth. "Your breath." His smelled like
cigarettes. And it was supposed to be a bad fragrance yet one couldn't even find it disgusting when
such a hazed dark gaze could inject aphrodisiac into his body with just a glance. "I already told
you, I could rip them off your face."

"What's stopping you then" Jimin hadn't even noticed that they were now both standing; that the
predator was unbuckling his pants. The omega's pants.

"That would break the harmony of your beauty" Jungkook mouthed his way down to his neck, his
collarbones, his already hard nipples —to his belly button.

Jimin's eyes snapped open when he noticed the heat of that mouth over his covered dick. "What—"
The alpha patted his cock as he sniffed on his dick, letting his tongue warm the material, damping it
to a mix of saliva and a muffed sound.
His cock tingled at the feeling. Jungkook placed his frigid hands into his underwear. "So this was
your plan the whole time" Jimin said, staring down at how his cock was being massaged.

"Me? I'm just always horny" Jungkook spoke against the head of his slowly hardening dick.
"Around you, especially."

Jimin envisioned going over the edge of those lips of his —one fatter than the other— with his
cock Rubbing the slit of his middle against the rim of Jungkook's ball-shaped piercing, knowing
what it felt like when the orb rubbed against his hole.

"You always have an ulterior motive," he murmured to himself, unconsciously pushing the
moisture from his breath past his bare skin. It was such a sight. Seeing such a big guy on his knees,
gorgeous black eyes revering him from that angle.

Jungkook enveloped his lips around the length. The cock looked small in his mouth but he still
sucked it with such intent Jimin already felt on the verge of cumming all over that face.

The sound of the forked organ slurping every drop of spit sliding down the length had Jimin feeling
like he was about to be sacrificed. The two ends of Jungkook's tongue massaged his brain each time
their tips climbed to the slit. His shaky legs drove him back in an unsure step when the alpha
grazed his glans with one of his fangs. His hand pulled Jimin towards him and then descended
around the omega's thigh. Jungkook dug his fingers in the milky fresh, not letting him move away.
"The fuck you think you are going" he panted against the slicked cock from his spit.

He rolled his tongue around the cock and pushed it back in. Jimin's eye rolled to the back of his
head. "Fuck." He gritted his teeth, whimpering. Before he could even register the motion of his
muscles, his fingers clutched onto Jungkook's thick black hair to steady his head and ram into his
lips.

The alpha froze, and his eyes shot up, clearly not used to the forced grab. But Jimin was so lost in
his cloud of pleasure he couldn't even care to look down. All the alpha could see was that jaw as the
omega parted his lips. "Harder" Jimin huffed. His hips drilled back into his alpha's mouth.
Jungkook nabbed his ass cheeks from behind as his tongue shifted down the length of the warm
dick inside him.

"Jungkook... Fuck" Only the sound of saliva escaping from the alpha's lips was heard. Jungkook
was shameless. His eyes didn't move from the omega when he let his mouth be fucked down to his
throat. Jimin felt that fibrous tongue caressing the veins of his cock. Jungkook's lips sucked every
drop of his sweat. "God... I can't..." His hips went in and out hard and fast, seeking the feeling of
those lips over him.

Jungkook gripped the red dick. "Don't."

Jimin froze. "No, no I have to—fuck, Jungkook, stop!" His trembling knees lost their balance as
Jungkook's long tongue coiled over the flushed head and slurped the whole circumference in. Jimin
tried to stop him but the alpha was adamant about making him cry and beg for an orgasm.

"Gonna cry?," he whispered against his cock, and he looked so... Jimin's fingers dug into the thick
strands. "Come on, you know it turns me on" the alpha mouthed again. Under the shield of his dark
lashes, his eyes gleamed with the sheen of his lust. His lips brushed against the head of his cock as
he spoke, making a punishing tingle on the sensitive skin. Jimin's cock was red. Begging for
release.

Jimin swallowed hard. His fingers tightened on the alpha's head and a thud hit the wall. Jungkook's
was glued to it, cornered by the dick in his mouth. The omega fucked harder into the warm heat of
his tongue. His hips were frantic, hitting the rear of Jungkook's soft palate till he could feel the
alpha's grasp tighten over his legs. He was choking on his dick and Jungkook seemed to love it just
by the tent forming in his pants.
"I'm gonna c-come" Jimin gasped, never stopping from pounding into those soft lips. He closed his
eyes and let himself go. The knot in his cock came undone, as if he had been holding onto this
feeling forever. The overwhelming sensation of fingers hugging his cock as he tried to break free
had Jimin whining, lungs failing for a moment like he was the one choking on a dick.

"So sweet" Jungkook's voice bit the thin layer of his balls. Jimin felt his breath against his still
throbbing dick. His gaze fixed down to the walking torture of a man. His breath hitched. fuck.

What a fucking sight.

His still-warm cum dripped from his face. The ends of his hair caught in the swarm of semen over
his beautiful profile. Jimin's knees nearly sent him to the ground. "You..." The omega was left
speechless, cheeks warming at the intimidating alpha looking so fucking alluring under his cum.
Jimin's pupils dilated at the sight of his lip piercing smeared with spit mixed with the omega's milk.

And then he did it.

Jungkook licked his lips. His tongue picked up every last drop of cum. He scooped up what was on
his face and ran his cum-coated finger over the middle of his tongue. The liquid disappeared in his
mouth like the richest delicacy he had tasted in his life. "Every part of you tastes so fucking good."

He stood up. Jimin kissed him even before Jungkook secured him against his chest. The taste of his
own cum through the predator's lips had his slick ready to pump out of him.

"I want to fuck you" Jungkook groaned when Jimin nibbled on his piercing, sensing the ball could
move in the pierced space. Every mention of that word brought back the memory of the feeling of
Jungkook inside him. "Don't give me that look, you are hungrier than I am."
"Shut up" He let Jungkook lick on his skin like it was coated in honey. His head dropped in the air,
jaw going slack. His fixation was slowly becoming poison. The need to kiss Jungkoo. Feel that
particular heat inside his mouth.

"I have stuff to do" Jungkook unbuttoned his shirt, never shredding his lips off the omega's. His
footsteps pushed Jimin to walk backward. "But I don't think I will be able to focus." On the final
button, he yanked the material off. "Not when I have the reason for all my sleepless nights under
my roof."

Jimin placed his arms over the broad shoulders, too distracted with his tongue fighting back against
Jungkook's. "Then do me instead"

"Anything you want, pretty thing" Jungkook chuckled and grabbed the omega from under his ass,
lifting him up to his waist.

Jimin was so fucked. Quite literally.

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"I can't... I can't feel my legs" Jimin gasped as soon as he woke up. Above him was, again, a push
of extra gravity. Jungkook breathed against the back of his neck, one of his legs squeezed between
the omega's. Jimin found himself caged between the dead weight of the alpha's arm. "Jungkook,
move."

The alpha continued to sleep peacefully while Jimin failed in his attempts to escape from the steel-
like grip —slip out of the human cage to taste some freedom.

"It's 7am, can't you stay in place?" Jungkook muttered over his nape and pulled the omega even
closer. The nerves on his back had memorized the caress of that chest, those nipples. That freeze of
nicotine mixed between his words.

"You literally wake up at six in the morning every day, don't even start with me right now" Jimin
huffed against the arm pinning his waist down to the bed. How much did this man weigh? "And
since when are we sharing rooms too now? Get the fuck out of here."
"So fucking noisy." The omega was finally freed, although with a shove.

"I'm tired" Jimin stretched over the bed. His body cracked a few times. They had barely slept. The
dude next to him never had enough. Jimin couldn't even recall on how many positions he had been
put in. Jimin wasn't sore, he was in pain. As soon as the high of the pleasure washed off the reality
of his human body hit him like a truck. His ass was begging for a rest. The proof of that throbbed
between his ass cheeks, raw. It wasn't even the lack of lube. As an omega, his slick did the job more
than well. The issue came with Jungkook —as always. Jungkook and his pace. He was so brutal
that as much as the omega wanted the alpha inside him his body couldn't just go on.

The worst part was the main issue. Jungkook wasn't satisfied with one fuck. He wasn't satisfied
with two nor three. The dude had the stamina of a bull and what scared Jimin the most was the fact
that Jungkook wasn't even on his rut yet. He was still taking pills. His scent barely came out unless
they had sex yet his behavior was unpredictable.

It was a nightmare to imagine how horrible the dude would be in his rut. If he already needed an
average of six rounds per day Jimin felt like crying when trying to picture what the alpha needed on
a rut. It kind of made sense his high sex drive since he had two dicks but the poor omega simply
wasn't built for this extremely draining routine. His hole was going to be torn apart at this rate.

Jimin turned back to the alpha when he got out of bed, all naked in his glory. His muscles flexed
under the tattoos. The omega felt like touching them again —allow his fingers to roam the feeling
of that skin. But he didn't want to make this more domestic than it felt. One thing was satisfying his
own lust and another was getting comfortable in this dangerous mental state. Jungkook wasn't even
a fuck friend, he was... Jungkook.

"You have so many tattoos" slipped out of Jimin's lips. Jungkook checked his phone, all sprawled
over the omega's bed. He took over most of the bed. "Why did you get them?"

"It's a family thing." His fingers tapped on the surface of the device. He received so many calls
throughout the day. Did that Haneul call today too?
"Like the mafia?"

Jungkook gave him a side-eye. "We aren't the mafia." The comment had an edge of amusement to
it.

"You do kill people, though." He hoped the guy at the club and Minrae were the only ones on
Jungkook's criminal record.

"But my family's business is clean," Jungkook sighed. "It's not like we sell drugs. It's a normal
company."

"Does Min-Su have the same tattoos?" He fiddled with the edge of the sheet. Jimin was naked but
clean. Jungkook had a weird habit of always washing him once he was done fucking the blacked-
out omega. Either the dude was that caring or he had a cleaning obsession. Jimin was used to
waking up in the beds of other alphas with cum still inside him and the sheets a mess. Jungkook
didn't slack off when they finished. Jimin could hardly remember it, but the predator always picked
him to the bathtub and washed off every trace of sex in him. Jimin woke up wrapped in soft warm
clothes that masked his situation with the fluffy smell of a snake in its pre-rut. His case was a mess.
Yet here was he, playing fuck buddies with the devil.

Jungkook stretched up to the pack on the nightstand. There it was, his next distraction. "He doesn't.
Omegas have different tattoos."

"And the rest of your siblings?" Jimin probed further.

Jungkook caught the nicotine wrapped in the black paper between his lips and lit it. The flame was
barely noticeable in the bright room. "We have the same tattoos, but some are different." His throat
sucked in a drag.

"Like what?" Jimin checked his body. The ink was pitch black over his arm. It was hard to see
anything under it. "That one..." He raised his finger to the alpha's wrist. Jungkook glanced at his
arm. "Is that also for the alphas in the family?"

"Yeah" The predator touched his arm. Jimin already loaded another question on his lips.

"The one on your nape, maybe?"

"That's the tattoo one gets when they become the heir," Jungkook explained, touching the area. His
gaze shifted back to the phone as he caressed his own nape. "I'm the only one in the family that
carries it, after Father."

And Eunwoo. Jimin blinked the thought away. He couldn't ask. Jungkook reacted badly to those
questions. He never let anything slip. His replies sounded like a script. Like he was dodging any
fact that could lead the omega closer to whatever was going on.

"Let me try." The blond snatched the cigarette from the alpha's mouth and put it in his. Jungkook
remained silent. "It tastes... bitter," he said after taking a puff that almost left him choking. The air
entered his windpipe. Smoke scraped his insides. Jimin coughed the nicotine away.

Jungkook grinned. "That's not the way, blondie." Jimin eyed him warily. But he still let his
wandering hand fall on that chest, to then hook his finger onto the thin chain dangling from
Jungkook's neck. "This is how you do it" His voice dropped huskier, tinted with some of the
mischievous fun he had when teasing the omega. He crawled over to Jimin. The omega watched as
Jungkook took a pull and curled his tongue around the sour steam. His lips moved up to Jimin's
mouth. Before falling into another kiss, Jungkook lifted his eyes to him.

Truly a snake, Jimin thought. It was so fucking easy to forget your thoughts when staring at him.
His tongue caught the omega's, mouths embracing once again. The mist hit Jimin from inside. He
blinked in surprise at the warm and bitter sensation. But something about Jungkook sharing his
smoke through a kiss made him want to start smoking just to do that, too. Maybe a new seducing
tactic— "You better not do this with anyone" Jungkook threatened over his lips. "Or I'll make you
wish you died from lung failure instead."

"Too many empty threats" whispered Jimin against the alpha's cupid bow, dragging his soft breath
down the alpha's thin upper lip. Jungkook couldn't kill him. He couldn't hurt him as much as he
wished to. The dude looked so hungry for him the omega felt as if he had just made himself a trap.

"True" Jungkook's stare lingered for a few seconds like he was trying to decipher Jimin's brain. "I
can't even stand seeing you sad."

Jimin stopped.

Eh?

Eeeeeeh?

"If you can't stand me being sad why do you keep being a problem in my life?" Jimin pulled away.
That caught him off guard. Was that another manipulating comment? He had been acting weird for
days. Being too nice, too serving.
The heats took out the most honest part of a person. Which meant that the Jungkook he was seeing
now was... being honest. "Because it's fun."

Nevermind.

The predator glanced at the time. "Today's gonna be special," he said trailing his hand to the curve
of Jimin's ass. "You will get to witness my show."

"Are you playing a match today?" Jimin irked an eyebrow, confused. His reaction made the alpha
scoff, finding it hilarious.

"Yeah, with someone's head." He retorted taking another drag as he pulled out his phone. "The car
is already waiting for you, by the way."

Jimin got out of bed and peeked out the window. Not again. He was beginning to dislike that driver.
"Are you skipping... class?" He inquired. The alpha didn't move from the bed. His arms flexed
under his head as he stretched out on the omega's pillow. His gaze trailed from the ceiling to the
blond's face.

"I won't be here for a few days."

"Where are you going?" So he had the apartment all for himself? Jimin gripped the edge of the
window.
"Mmm... I wonder." Jungkook cast him an amused glance as if asking the same thing to the omega.
Whatever it was, Jimin was ready to check the hospital again today.

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Ever since that day everything had collapsed on his head. He felt as if he had been seated in a play
this whole time and it just ended with the curtain down.
When the principal requested his presence in the main office, Minrae knew that he was done this
time. His parents never condemned any of his actions. His attitude was justified by his status. But
Minrae never thought the day would come when he would see his father's face crumpled in a
murdering glare.

As soon as he was brought by the butler to his parent's house the young predator had been thrown
to the ground.

Minrae touched the slit on his forehead. The half-open wound still throbbed in pain as if a staple
had been shoved into his skull. His father's screams as he smashed his son's face yet felt like the
bad ending of a videogame. His mother had to hold the alpha along with the rest of the servants
from killing Minrae right there.

Nobody believed him. He didn't expect them to. There was no trace of him ever fucking anyone
except Jungkook in his memories. The last time he had gone out he had been with Jungkook and
the others, even Hyungsik had been present. As crazy as it sounded Minrae had thought it might
have been that night. But the location wasn't the same. He couldn't even solve the mystery through
the clothes he was wearing that night since the whole video showed his naked glory.

Just remembering those baleful moans sent him into a turmoil of despair. Minrae had cried enough
the past few days knowing he had been banned from attending any lecture or activity related to the
university. The memory of Jungkook pushing him aside, protecting that bitch in front of his eyes
after being ashamed like this bleed harder than any other hit he had taken till this day.

He had no explanation for what happened, but Minrae knew it had something to do with that prey.
The event line felt like bad karma coming from that guy and his pathetic friends. Jungkook's stare
from behind his shoulder flashed beneath his eyelids. But as much as he wanted to put the blame on
the predator it didn't make any sense to him. Minrae had seen it live. How Jungkook had drowned
the bunny and even joined them for their last revenge.
It had to be that night. One of the guys for sure. However, there wasn't a single memory to link to
that video. He remembered chatting with everyone in that room, Hyungsik laughing at anything
they said. He still felt Jungkook's hands hugging him when they got back to the dorms. The alpha
had helped him shower and change his clothes, telling him to not drink that much alcohol next
time.

It was the usual. They all drank like crazy and Jungkook never overdid it. Minrae recalled feeling
lucky to, for the first time in his life, see the alpha take care of him after such a wild night. The
weekend had passed quietly, with normal talks through a screen because Jungkook had been busy
again.

Everything had been normal.

Minrae wiped the dried tears off his cheeks. The news of his departure —that they were going to
send him to another center— reached just this morning. His things were probably back home but
Minrae didn't have access to them. He wasn't even allowed to have any kind of device. They gave
him only one meal a day and left him to rot in there.

Judging from the rattling that reached the walls of his room his father had called a meeting with all
their relatives. He didn't know what the next step was but he supposed they would try to pull the
video off the internet; find out where it came from.

The rest of his family was just as mad as his father. Minrae didn't dare meet their eyes. But he
couldn't anyway. He had been trapped since the news, not allowed to hear or see anything outside
apart from the sound of cameras flashing and questions that journalists were throwing that his
father dodged every time he stepped outside.

He had heard alpha complaints all over their house last night. His mother had cried all night; even
came to his door to curse her son over and over again. Minrae couldn't even ask the servants about
the situation. They all ignored him and it made sense. Minrae had always treated them like shit.
His family's image must had received the hardest hit on their record. The alpha was surprised that
they still could afford the luxuries of having servants after the number of companies and patrons
that probably cut ties with them after the scandal. All the modeling contracts, the events he was
supposed to visit.

Minrae shrank back into a ball. His only wish was to be away from all of this. Sitting with
Jungkook on the couch of their shared home. Far from anyone that could bother them.

He knew it. He knew that this video had to be edited. Jungkook was smarter than that, to believe
Minrae was cheating on him like that. It wasn't real —of course it wasn't. His muscles didn't ache
like they did when having sex. He had checked himself countless times in front of the mirror and
his body was perfectly fine.

Two knocks on the door dragged him out of his misery. The door was flung open and two alphas
walked in, dressed in black. "Get up." They ordered with a hint of disgust in their tone. Minrae
scrambled to his feet. They did not let him pick up anything. The predator was grabbed by the nape
and forced to walk down.

Minrae didn't dare look up as he crossed the levels of his house. The servants stared at him from
each of their positions, whispering one with another. Luckily his father was at work —if he still
even had a job at this point.

Outside the garden gates, the two bodyguards steered him to the car parked outside. Thousands of
journalists waited at the front gates so they left through the inner ones. Not even his mother had
attempted to accompany him. No one wanted to see Minrae again. The shame of all of them
looking at him in disgust. His classmates, his relatives. Being seen as shit by other alphas. Those
sour moments kept replaying in his brain like a broken CD. Minrae was trapped in a nightmare that
refused to end. His days had been counted.
How was this even possible? He couldn't remember ever joining such an act. No one had been
inside him except one man. No alpha had ever attracted him the way Jungkook did. For fuck's sake
he wasn't even into alphas, just one. Minrae had an ego way too big to bend for anyone else but
someone who irked fear in him, which for a person his size and status it was nearly impossible.

He diverted his attention once more to the windows of his house. There was no one peeking out.
Everyone had already cut the rope that connected him to them. No more modeling contracts. No
more partying. All his status had been crumbled to disgrace. "Walk." The woman nearly pushed
him to the ground. They wanted him gone as soon as possible. Sent to that fucking reformatory
where he wouldn't be Minrae anymore but a number on the list. Was he ever coming back even? He
had committed the greatest disgrace on his family. Killing someone would have been cheaper than
this.

"Get in." Another push got him into the car. The black vehicle was already ready with his things. A
man at the wheel had his back to the alpha, dressed just like the bodyguards. The workers didn't
speak to each other but instead shut the door in Minrae's face and walked away after the car was
locked from inside.

The alpha let his head hang in the air. The weight of anguish had him on the verge of breaking into
a thousand pieces. There was silence around them but the car didn't start. Huh.

"Where should I take you?"

That voice—

Minrae's eyebrows shot up. His trembling gaze made contact with the black eyes in the rearview
mirror. A feeling of butterflies erupted from his stomach. The sight of the alpha of his dream felt
like a drawing. Unreal. "Jungkook." It sounded like a plea. Minrae had doubted him. He had
suspected time and time again but in this situation, Minrae held onto the fact that this man was right
now in the car supposed to drive him to that place. "Jungkook..." he repeated now on the verge of
tears.
"Missed you too." Jungkook adjusted his cap. He looked so calm, so... kind. Minrae had never seen
such an expression on that icy face. Before he buckled up he grabbed the driver's seat.

"Take me out of here, please. Jungkook, they've put me through so much" He blurred in a rush like
this was his only moment to speak his mind. Let out the desperation of what he had been putting
through the past few days. Tears of happiness began to bubble from his eyes. He was finally
breaking down from the weight of everything that happened. No one had been there for him. Yet
here was Jungkook, his alpha, his future mate. Saving him. "I don't wanna be here anymore. I know
I betrayed you but you have to believe me, I'd never let any man touch me except you."

"Don't worry, it's all over now" Jungkook started the car. "It's gonna be just me and you now." His
attractive complexion widened into a charming smile. Minrae tried to see behind it, beyond that
charm yet only sincerity could be sensed in that face. "Just you..." he looked down. The edge of the
cap covered his eyes, "...and me."

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Jimin chewed his nail as he paced the main hall. He had returned to the hospital with the same
determination of the last day. His tactic from the other day worked just as good as last time and
without Jungkook around he didn't have to worry about being questioned about his whereabouts.
He had gone to class in silence and returned the same way, dodging any interaction that could bring
him any attention.

Yesterday's nurse wasn't there this time, and instead, another guy was there.

He didn't want to risk asking if he could get in. It was no use. There were thousands of doors and
all of them came only with numbers, not names. Even if he had the freedom to get in he didn't want
to see himself in the same shameful circumstance as yesterday.

Jimin straightened up when the already well-seen silhouette of a hospital worker reached his eyes.
"Uh... Jimin?" Daehyun's doctor said curiously. "Didn't think I'd see you here again. Is everything
okay?" His white gown felt comforting in such a confusing moment. The omega approached him,
eager.

"Y-yes, I'm actually looking for a friend" he muttered glancing back at the man at reception.

"But Daehyun is not here with us anymore," he stated reaching into the pocket of his gown. The
shirt under the cloth was blue today. He always wore monotone colors. "They've moved him."
"I know" Jimin forced a rueful smile. "This is about my other friend... He... He is here but I can't
remember the number of his room." One could sense the lie from afar. The old man had probably
noticed how unsure he sounded.

"Did you try contacting him?"

"He doesn't take my calls." It was the truth.

"I can't help you then" the old man sighed. "It goes against our rules to give private info about the
location of our patients."

"But he's my friend!" Jimin bit his tongue when he realized he had almost screamed at the man's
face. "We know each other."

"There's no proof he's your friend. Again, in Daehyun's case, you were the one to bring him here
—"

Jimin took out his phone and unlocked it. He entered the gallery, all nervous. His hands trembled
from the anticipation. He searched through the photos, scrolling down to the old ones. His eyes
wandered back and forth as he dug for the pics from this summer. When finding them way faster
than he expected a subtle thought gave him the feeling that he had less storage than before. Some
photos were missing but the omega couldn't guess which ones. Blaming the skin-deep nerves, he
clicked on Hobi's face.

His friend was behind him, clinging to the edge of the pool. Jimin was leaning on his chest with the
camera raised above their heads to capture almost their full bodies in the picture. His smile in the
photo gave him a sharp heartache though he brushed the feeling away, pushing the screen to the
 man's face. "I have many pics of him. His name's Jung Hoseok. We've been friends for years and he
was living in the dorms weeks ago, with me. I can show you videos if you want—"

"That's..." The man put on his glasses for a clearer sight. "The beta patient on the first floor."

Sweat trickled down the back of Jimin's neck despite the crisp temperature in the building.

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"Missed me?" was the first thing heard when the sack was ripped from his head. The intense light
from the sun never materialized over his eyelids so they rose. Across from him was only the outline
of an elongated physique. Two gleaming dots gazed down at him. Minrae recoiled in horror.

"Jungkook— Jungkook why I'm here!? Take this off m—"

Within seconds, the metal bar hammered into his temple. A brushstroke of colors flashed behind his
cornea from the searing pain that crept over his face, reaching down the muscle attached to his
neck. Minrae could taste his acidic saliva. "Pets don't speak." The alpha growled in his direction. It
was like witnessing a wild animal lose its mind, although it was Jungkook being himself. That was
even more terrifying.

"You— You told me—" his words were barely spat out with fear dangling from each letter before
the metal bar went straight to his head. The dull thud of his skull slamming against it echoed
disturbingly in the room —no, warehouse? — they were in. A scorching ache impaled Minrae's
eyes to such point that his vision was blurring. The white flecks were still evident everywhere he
looked. Because of the blow, he couldn't even speak. The brutal migraine was agonizing.

The humanoid snake in front of him brought his hand closer to the small bonfire behind him and
watched him in silence.

Minrae looked at the ground hoping to regain sight but the discovery of his condition only
worsened the awareness of what was going on. He was holding onto the chair. Both of his arms
slipped under a metal bar on each side, his knees curled up against the edge of the seat. He spotted
dampness on his legs and quickly realized it was blood from his wounded head.

"Why? Why are you doing this to—" This time, the rod didn't give him sharp pain. The blistering
metal ripped into Minrae's flesh to the point he felt like he had been pushed into a human furnace.
The loud cry that escaped from his lungs outdid his body's capacity. His voice fell hoarse as he
shivered in pain, on the verge of tears.

"You always have that mouth on you," Jungkook finally said, returning the bar to the fire beside
him. "I hate loud motherfuckers." Those half-pointy shoes were the only thing the confined hybrid
could see.
Minrae gritted his teeth. "Why are you doing this?" His inquiry was sidestepped. Jungkook hoisted
the hot rod and hurled it over the alpha's head at high speed. The scream didn't take long to come.
Minrae leaned back in the chair. The ropes around his extremities held him against his freedom.

White eyes watched, satisfied. "Any other question?" Minrae broke down in tears. Blood from the
gaping wound in his skull mixed with the moisture of his nightmare. The metallic flavor became
salty. His jaw was clenched tight. The forceful tug almost led his neck to fracture. Jungkook's
fingers were so deeply embedded in his skin that a single twist threatened to pull his chin off his
face. The black slits he had for pupils couldn't conquer the round white iris. "None? Are you sure?"
Minrae denied. His lip piercing moved when that smile widened into a creepy grin. "Finally helping
your case." Minrae bit his bobbling lips in an attempt to hold down his cries. "Oh no no, don't cry."
Jungkook brushed away the tears with his thumb. His breath was loaded with nicotine. "Save them
for later." Minrae dropped his eyelids and fell back to another induced dizzy nap. Every thought
that entered his mind was sliced by the lacerating pulsing ache inside his head. Blank mind. Now
he could understand what that felt like.

"You see, here's the thing," Jungkook added. Minrae's color had bleached from his skin, turning
into a yellowish pale tone. His soul had long gone resigned from his body. The agony in his nerves
had ceased. "I may hurt my things all I want, but nothing irritates me more than other dirty bugs
touching what belongs to me."

The sound of the metal of the nail clipper edge lifting the thin layer over the living flesh. Minrae
had lost consciousness with each split finger. Jungkook wasn't crushing them, but he was making
him watch his nails being torn off. His words floated in the alpha's head. A total of five hours must
have passed in the four walls in which he was trapped.
"You were never mine Minrae" he whispered in his ear. "I could see a group of guys raping you and
I wouldn't budge one inch." Which nail was he going for this time? "That's how far down my
priority list you are. So lofty and powerful in your daily life, yet you are nothing more than the
grass I walk on every day."

The excruciating pain on his thumb responded to that question. A needle in his arm brought him
back to life. His brain was obstructed by layers of noise. He was unable to think. With his howls of
misery, his words had dried up. blood His heart was being coerced to pump more by whatever the
fuck Jungkook was injecting into him.

"Fucking psycho—" Minrae spat. His words were barely discernible.

"Oh, get over it." Jungkook rolled his eyes. "That used to turn you on, didn't it?" The Minrae of the
past had too many issues to see how wrong that was. And even now, he still couldn't grasp on that
matter. "A psycho yet you still would drop on your knees and suck, right? Because you can't help it.
You are that sick." It pierced so deeply that he couldn't react fast enough. His reactions were brief.
Minrae couldn't express how awful it was just to gasp. The heated atmospheric air pricked his
fingertips. Jungkook lit the lighter over them. Every now and then, he'd extinguish his cigarette on
the living flesh of his fingers. "A disgrace to your own family." He'd had enough. He couldn't stand
it any longer. His skull was about to explode from emotional and physical turmoil. "Even to your
nature." Minrae snapped his bloodshot eyes wide open. His expression must have been pitiful,
since the laughter that parroted from Jungkook's chest was another smack to his persona. His
dignity as a human being. As an alpha. "Did you expect me to mate you one day? Don't make me
laugh." The alpha spat in Minrae's naked eyeball after grabbing a fistful of his hair. Minrae blinked
the saliva away. The hatred wreathed in that gesture carved deep into his soul. This was the guy he
had been following all his life. Anything for him. Anything, until Minrae became a puppet between
his fingers. "Last thing I need is having deformed offspring thanks to you. Tainting my bloodline
with your filthy gens."

How many hours had passed, again?

"I'll leave you alone, please. I won't ever touch that omega. I'll be gone from this country I... I..."
Minrae begged through tears that cut his own words.

The alpha a few meters from him, sitting in an old chair that seemed about to break, crossed his
legs. "You can't even bring yourself to insult me. Always begging me shit" Jungkook guffawed. He
dropped the cigarette between his fingers to the ground and rose carefully as if he was particularly
worried that someone would hear him. "Give me some fun, come on" The jacket over his shoulders
was stripped away from his arms. In the absence of light, his torso was seen beneath a white shirt
collar cinched with a tie. "I let you talk and this is all you tell me? I wanna go home please, I'm so
sorry Jungkook for being an entitled bitch forgetting its place!" He approached Minrae. "How the
fuck have you survived this whole time? Thinking everything is rinsed off your hands as soon as
you beg." His fingers pressed the edge of his tie's knot to release the grasp between the two ends.
"Let me go, let me go!" with a cruel sneer, he parodied Minrae's voice. Jungkook squatted and
benched his arms on the alpha's legs, resting his chin on the knees. His black gloves from the suit
he had worn to mask his identity were still on. "But I don't want to," he said with that sultry voice
filled with a sadism Minrae could perceive just by peering back at those white eyes "I want you to
bleed to death in my hands. Make you feel all I do to you with unbearable pain until you stop
reacting." The white box of teeth broadened, joining the sinister look made by those snowy iris
hidden below black eyelashes. "There's no condition here. You're not some kind of menace I'm
trying to get rid of." He rose under the alpha's watchful eye. "You always had your days counted.
I'm just a patient guy." He reached under the chair's hollow and dragged something from there.
"Who let you entertain him until you crossed that line."

"Jungkook... Jungkook no, don't do this. Just shot me in the head. I won't— I won't resist, please.
Just not that—"

"Shhhh..." the alpha's leathered finger pressed his mouth shut. "I told you," he whispered, lifting his
finger from his lips, but Minrae remained silent. "It's no fun if you don't get angry. I'm sick of
hearing your whining," he sighed, pretending to be exhausted. "Also, why would a young frat boy
like me own a gun? You watch too many movies." The machine in his hand lit up. "I prefer the
homemade method." The alpha's shoulders stiffened as if he were dangling by a thread of fabric. In
his ears pounded the frenetic sound of stretched metal coiling in an infinite spin. Saliva continued
to be driven down his throat, but the dryness clung to the walls that separated the frantic air in the
room from his nostrils.

He had the tip of the metal millimeters from him in a fraction of seconds, which were clipping one
another frame by frame every time the sight in front of him flashed, brain trying to find an excuse
for the current predicament.

This was all a dream. A really bad one.

The rich satisfaction of the black curtain that composed his closed eyelids had his brain stuck in the
dark space, compelling it to soak in the reality of his life. His demise.

"Look at me," Jungkook urged, "I want you to see how much I'm enjoying this." The screw twisted
the alpha's eyeball. Minrae jerked in horror. Involuntary muscle spasms pushed his chair to leap out
of place. Yet it was pointless. Jungkook was over him like a bear grasping for his prey. Blood
gushed from his eye socket in cascades and he aggravated the wound. The view crumpled into a
hazy panorama. But he could feel it. Hear it. How every corner of the drill inched further into his
insides. "That's it. Take it all." His final words were smeared with blood on his face. Minrae's
vision was fading, but he could see Jungkook's long tongue licking the blood off the alpha's lips. He
was so fucking sick in the head. He was...

His conscience. yet again, was slipping off his cut fingers.

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"Hey! Hey! Calm down!" Hoseok was startled by the outburst. The door to his room rattled
repeatedly. Someone seemed to be fighting with one of the nurses. Just when he tried to get up the
wall was hit against the knob and the door was flung open.

"Why are you here!?"

The beta turned pale. Jimin stopped and looked at him in shock, tears streaming down his cheeks.
His friend collapsed to the ground and started sobbing uncontrollably. "J-Jimin—"

"J-Jimin—"

"How could you do this to me!?" The blonde wailed against the ground. The nurse attempted to
vacate Jimin from the room, but he clutched the corner of the bed. "No no! I'm not leaving! I don't
care!" His eyes were red from wiping away tears. Snot hung over his lips. His nostrils, as red as his
frantic and heartbroken countenance, closed and opened with the little air of panic going through
them. "No one took my calls! You just disappeared and left me all alone!"

"I-I can explain..." said the beta from the bed but as much as he tried to remain collected his eyes
started watering at the sight of his friend crying helplessly. He despised that sound as much as he
detested seeing Jimin in agony.
"I went through a lot..." he murmured to himself. The wetness of a tear trickled down the corner of
his eyes. "Come here, Jimin..."

The omega dwelled on the ground. It was hard to not feel like bursting into tears too with his loud
sobs. But Hobi had cried enough the first days. He was aware of the situation. Jimin, on the other
hand, was just now discovering this mess.

"Look at you! All wounded!" Jimin cleared his throat between choking tears. "W-why are you even
in a hospital!?" hiccuped the omega. He looked up at him from the ground with that annoyed,
frustrated look. His hands trembled over his knees. His bobbling lips barely let a word out. "Talk to
me!" Hobi froze. This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this. The fact that his friend was
standing in front of him was a mistake he now had to take care of. "Do you have any idea how
many times I called your parents!? How many times I've tried to find a clue of your whereabouts,
thinking you could be dead?"

"Listen to me!" The beta arose from his bed. His body had recovered at a slow pace with the
commitment to fully heal. The tight muscles that had barely held him up by his own weight now
allowed him to walk, stretch, and regain his mobility. When Jimin saw the rest of the bandages he
panicked. The shock had most certainly overtaken his mental state. He had discovered not only his
friend's location but also his miserable pathetic condition.

His shaky hands reached out to touch him. The omega backed up. When he glanced at his wounded
face, sadness flowed down his cheeks. "You've been on my mind day and night. Not a single day
had passed without me grasping on the hope that you just went somewhere with your parents." The
torrent of tears and snot streaming down his face made the flesh of his lips slick and crimson. Hobi
surrounded him before the omega could step back. Jimin froze against his chest before collapsing
in the arms of his friend as if his glass body had been shattered by a bullet. When he sniffed Hobi's
skin his sobbing became more intense and every piece of his soul crashed to the ground in a
deafening wretched howl. "I thought I did something wrong!" His voice was distorted. "What did I
do to deserve this Hobi!? Why did you hide such a thing from me!? I'd have dropped everything to
come to help you, how could you just let me hang with your disappearance!?" Quivering shoulders
jerked beneath the beta's arms. The emotions and snot gushing from the flushed face nestled in his
chest dampened the hospital shirt. Jimin's grasp evolved to a tighter hand on the beta's torso, due to
the fear that he would never again have this opportunity.

"It's okay..." Hobi soothed as he stroked the blond strands. The scent gradually creeping out of
Jimin narrowed the truth he already knew. predator. Danger on every inch of his skin. His hand
enclosed along the blond's waist, and he sensed the omega's tears soak through him as well. "I'm
here with you now."

"Your roommates didn't know shit, your parents didn't even answer my calls, and your phone was
dead! And now I find out my best friend has been rooting in this bed this whole time through
someone else!" Jimin shouted but the tone of his voice didn't bear any grudge in it. His friend
rested his chin on his friend's shoulder. "Don't leave me like that again, please. I don't think I can
stand losing anyone else."

Hobi laid his head on the crook of his neck, looking at the earth beneath his friend's feet. His
insides screeched with the need to puke, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the overpowering
smell of that beast. He wanted to ask so many things Hear the truth from Jimin's lips. Despite that
need, savoring Jimin's touch was his heart's priority right now. "My mother—"

"Screw you and her! Especially her!" Jimin's voice was muffled by his friend's chest. His words
resonated on the beta's chest. Hobi drew him closer to himself, to his heart.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Jimin. Forgive me," he eventually broke down in tears. His apologies
merely made the omega's sorrowful cries worse. The clinging hands twisted the hospital gown,
almost bruising the skin underneath it.

"Don't leave me again," Jimin begged. "Not again."

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"Wake up" The smack was sharp and loud. Minrae forced his mouth agape to feel his soul back to
him. His heart was pumping at a thousand an hour. "You'll sleep all you want soon."

He'd been doped up. "You..." At the smallest word, his voice broke. He could hardly vocalize
through his parched lips; due to the adrenaline coursing through his veins, spurred by the chemical
Jungkook had injected him with for the third time. His gaze was brought to the syringe on the
ground. Some of the liquid had spilled onto the floor, forming a tiny puddle.

Minrae struggled to gaze up. His senses fought to sharpen. He was leaning against the bed; ass
displayed over the back of his knees, whose joints felt benumbed. The backside of his legs was
pinched against the surface by ropes. His wrists were similarly entrapped. His torso, as well as his
skin.
There were blood stains. The stench of human excrement permeated the surface over which his
torso loomed. It was his, he could tell. Buried between his legs his cock hung limp. Blood and the
pungent odor of his own waste trickled off it. He couldn't remember when it happened, but the slit
itched from when Jungkook inserted a knife through it.

Ragged breath was pushed out of his dry lips. He was thirsty. Hungry. Everything hurt. His vision
had become blurry. His right eye had bled all over the bed. It had reached the point where his brain
had overridden the fact that his eye was shredded out. It was hard for him to blink with the other. It
had been sheer luck to be able to see at this point.

Minrae tried to move his fingers but failed to succeed. The stinging ache in his fingernails made
his hands stiff. The nerves at the ends appeared to have been burnt away, leaving only a lifeless
section of his body still free from the agony. The flesh over his bone was a gruesome maroon.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the reason for his nightmares. His erratic breathing flattened.
Jungkook had been staring at him all along. He couldn't tell you how long those Oxford shoes had
been standing there. "You'll pay for this."

It creeped him out. The way the alpha's vertical pupils dilated in response to his statements. The
predator was erratic with satisfaction. Jungkook was a sucker for threats, for the dare. The more
resistance he saw, the more he enjoyed the game.

It was a sight Minrae now wished he wasn't so used to. Like when those omegas in high school had
to go out naked because Jungkook had torched their clothes; after which embarrassment he had
thrown buckets of cold water at them. Or when Jungkook humiliated a bandmate by locking him in
the material room. His memory flashed with every scene Minrae had participated in. Why he was
surprised, he didn't know. The guy in front of him had no boundaries, no rules, nothing. He
annihilated everyone in his way, and no one dared to touch him.

"Remember when you..." he uttered, "made that girl kill herself..." Minrae spat, flinching from the
discomfort every time he spoke. Sometimes he thought about her. She had dared to report Jungkook
on their second year after getting pushed down the stairs. At that time, Minrae had felt victorious
after discovering that some bitch Jungkook had been fucking around with was being treated like
shit; that he didn't have to go through it. He was still next to Jungkook no matter what. "You made
her life a living hell."

"And you sucked my dick that same day" Jungkook retorted while he stretched when he got up
from the old chair. "Your point?" His scornful stare swept over the bed; to Minrae's bleeding body.
"Oh, I get it." The cordless drill he had been holding was switched on.The sound sent a wave of
moisturized fear through Minrae's sweaty back. "Now that you are in her place it doesn't sound that
good, does it?"

"You made me this way."

"That's right." His short steps brought him closer to the bed. The tip of the black leather had blood
splattered on it. "I made you that way." Jungkook knelt next to the lying alpha's ear. With the edge
of the drill, his gloved fingers massaged his bare spine, down to the alpha's ass crack. "And I will
destroy you myself."

There were no words to convey how it felt. Minrae's insides were shredded and torn apart when the
rotating metal bar was rammed inside of him. His body convulsed against the bed. Its springs
creaked, almost breaking. Blood spilled from between his legs, thicker than the tears that ran down
his cheeks. Jungkook fucked the gun deeper inside his guts. Each twisting ring created a constant
laceration that eviscerated the muscles of his body into chunks of soggy meat. Minrae cried out for
help, for someone to help him away from the torture. All he got from God was a harsher pace and
Jungkook's fist pushing the gun inside. The bar was driven in and out in an erratic rhythm. With a
thickness huge enough, the rim of the muscle ring was twisted apart to form a larger gap.

He felt God smile at him as the rope around his arms came undone.

Minrae had no idea what he was doing. His arms managed to slip from the strings. He crawled off
the wet mattress. The pressure of his flesh releasing hurt, but the momentary ecstasy of his
liberation outweighed it. Jungkook stood still, watching him like a mouse in his kitchen. Through
his only functional vision, the alpha glimpsed the light from outside. The ache subsided, compelled
by the need to survive. With the help of his arms, he climbed the floor toward the exit.

The outside depressed him even more when the door was barely pushed open. They were in an
abandoned factory. Minrae didn't probe any further and stood up on his frail legs. The soreness
between his buttocks alerted him about the internal bleeding making its way down his thighs.
Minrae ran as best he could.

"Where are you going? We aren't done yet."

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

Jungkook chased him as if he were an aberration of nature. His breath was hardly audible. Minrae
could only see his outline behind him, sprinting fast enough to be near to catching him but not
making the effort to truly pursue the wounded guy. There was no way he wasn't deliberately doing
it. He'd seen Jungkook run before. When he was playing basketball, the speed his feet took was
only a fraction of his overall agility. More snake than human. Minrae looked back as his lungs
compressed from a frigid exhalation. The sound of the axe scrolling across the exterior walls waned
into the distance. It was the terror caused by that gaze that made him feel helpless. There was no
way out of this situation. "Gotcha!" sang the alpha with a chuckle. The weapon's blade slashed
across his leg. Minrae writhed in pain. Just like he trembled in misery, thick sobs ran down his chin,
marinating in his own blood. Strings of meat were caught between his thigh and leg. His bones had
split by strength. The smell of fresh meat revolted him to the core.

"Fuck!" Minrae feel on the dirty floor. The ground scratching the raw flesh of his nails stung his
nerves, but the need to live had him straining his bleeding hands to push him to survive. "Fuck...
No..." The pain was agonizing. Tears prickled the corner of his eyes.
"Ah, seriously... why didn't I do this earlier?" Jungkook burst out laughing. A legless Minrae
shivered in horror. The dude didn't even look human anymore. It was a shocking sound and sight.
His voice was loud like he was genuinely having fun. Like someone had just told him the best joke.
Minrae. Minrae was that joke. The one building up for years beneath the predator's hand. Another
harvested toy in Jungkook's collection. "For once in your pathetic life... you are fun to play with."

He pulled the ax blade beside him across the wall. Minrae pushed himself through the floor as hard
as he could. He was an easy prey. The predator's gait was scarcely faster than a normal person
walking. The irony was that Jungkook wasn't catching him because he couldn't. He just wanted to
see him struggle. Minrae knew that look in his eyes. When he enjoyed the misery in others' faces;
belittling their crippling fear when he was preying on them.

He looked around as best he could. his vision had been reduced to a crimson canvas. Minrae just
wanted to know where he was going to die. "W-where did you take me?" He was thirsty. His
intestines ached. Sweat coated evert inch of his body. He had already vomited as he crept on the
ground, abdomen pressed against the wet soil. Scarlet tears had run down his thighs. "What the
fuck is this place!?"

There was no one.As though the world had been destroyed and only Minrae and his grim reaper
survived. "It's half a day far from your house," mused the alpha. He leaned against the wall,
swinging the ax like it was a pencil. "An abandoned factory."

"I was supposed to be in boarding school," Minrae sobbed. "My bodyguards—"

"You truly are naive." The rotation of the blade ceased in the air. "Even as a rich person, your dumb
brain believes you can't be betrayed." Migraine clenching his head tautened. He didn't feel like
himself. The drug coursing through his muscles had his heart pumping more than it could. Minrae
was sweating like a pig. "Your bodyguards were so happy to get rid of your ass, all for some
money."

"Y-you bought them?" It made so much sense.

"Me?" Jungkook looked at him in disbelief. "I've never spoken with them," the look on Minrae's
face struck him as comical. "You are not that important for me to reveal myself and put myself at
risk."

"Who are you trying to fool? All you're doing right now proves you wrong."

"My point stands." Jungkook straightened his back. "Everyone already hates you. Money is an easy
currency and I'm doing everyone a favor." Again, he found it amusing that Minrae's face drained of
any color. "Even your parents would lick my ass for getting rid of such a nuisance." He could hear
the pulse in his head. "Why would you be surprised your bodyguards betrayed you?" It wasn't a
surprise. Jungkook reached down and picked up the tossed leg. His broken bone persisted in
penetrating the flesh of his dying leg. The sight of it sent a shockwave through the alpha's still-
bleeding stump. "I'd have gotten so much money live streaming this, but you know how much I
hate being involved with lowlifes."

"Fucking weirdo—"

"Just like I didn't join that rape party" Jungkook whispered. "You kept calling my name I had to
mute the video in some parts." Fuck fuck fuck. It was him. For fuck's sake, who else would it
be? How could Minrae ever disregard what this inhumane monster was capable of?

"I can understand those rumors now," he stuttered. Jungkook irked a dark eyebrow, one that hid
behind his raven bangs. "You murdered your brother. You were the one behind it all." Minrae
stifled a laugh. His throat was parched from the pain. The muscles beneath his skin shook with the
agony of dying flesh, a brutally severed limb. "You were never supposed to be the heir, even."
The alpha snorted. "Is that your worry at such a moment?" He dragged the sheet. It plummetted
between Minrae's numb legs. The alpha pressed his palms into the damp soil. The shadow of the
figure above him squeezed his veins, a tug of uneasiness and worry for what was to come. All those
years gave him a knowledge of who he was dealing with right now. Under all those layers to appear
calm, Jungkook was a volatile motherfucker. His reactions were bland; he was good at hiding them.
However, feelings couldn't be suppressed forever. He had a button; like everyone else. A switch. A
weak point.

"I heard," he took a breath. Expanding his lungs was a hard task. It hurt to think. To blink. He
wanted to die. End this faster. "You even stole his omega." It was a useless deception. He'd heard it
years before when his brother's silent death became a rumor. The adjacent households were aware
of it, but the Jeon kept things hidden far too effectively. The absence of details left room for
speculation.

"..."

The hush that soaked the hairs around his ear lasted longer than intended. Minrae raised his injured
eye to the gloom over his head. Ah, he had succeeded. Even a loser like Jungkook couldn't hide that
disgusting face. Blank eyes, a sight rare on that monotonous face. He could almost tell that it was
the first time he had seen those eyelids rising further from a hooded level. He was shocked, but it
wasn't shock ; it was more like the expression of someone who wasn't psychologically grounded.
His nostrils flared in anger. Jungkook looked like a fucking lunatic. "Hit a nerve?"

"Jimin was always mine," the alpha whispered, snapping from his psychotic expression. Minrae
froze at the mention. What? "Even if he didn't want me. Even if he had never wanted me even at
that time..." Jungkook scoffed. "I made sure to steal what my brother truly desired for the first time
in his life."

"You... what the actual fuck is wrong with you..." Minrae shivered. "Killing your brother for an
omega?"
"Because I'm that kind of person, Minrae" his voice tilted to a whisper. "I chase my desires with
passion. The value of my reasons is banal. It's a subjective matter, I'd even say." Minrae had always
been right. That omega wasn't held at the same level as the others. "I only repaid and took what
belonged to me." Jungkook noticed how horrified he looked. "Oh no no," Jungkook shook his head.
"That was the result of denying me what was mine." His fingers drummed on the axe's shaft. "I'm
not the bad guy, am I?"

The ax suddenly rose into the air. A scream muted in motion. A sign of the end of a story. Minrae
looked up at the sky, following the trajectory. "I always loved you, I hope you know that," he
confessed. His lips felt wet from all his crying. Jungkook regarded him with disdain.

"I know," the alpha said before dropping his arms. "Your feelings were fun to play with." Minrae's
arm was chopped off him, and before he could react to the burning anguish coursing through his
neurological system, his second arm was decapitated. The last thing he saw was that wicked smile
that, despite always finding it so appealing, he now wished he could wipe it from that face—
"Goodbye, I guess," Jungkook muttered, spitting out the foul taste on his tongue at the fresh corpse.
What an annoying fucker.

The alpha yawned and turned back to the warehouse. He looked at the time on his watch. He was
going to take a whole day just cleaning this shit. His feet froze, suddenly. He looked at the glove on
his hand, covered in blood. After a few seconds, the subtle vibration in his pocket became more
intense. Jungkook threw down the ax and removed his gloves over the lifeless body. He slid his leg
over Minrae's disfigured face to stretch his body a bit after the exercise and took out the device.
Blondie. Jungkook swiped right. "Now this is new," he said while checking his pockets. He needed
at least another pack as a reward for the short amazing hide-and-seek session. "Missing me
already? It's only been a day."

"No one is missing you motherfucker" was heard from the other line. "I'm trying to go buy groceries
but the driver's at the door. Tell him to leave."

Ah, right. Jungkook grinned just imagining the omega striking down the tall dude as he tapped on
the ground with a hand on his waist. "Give him a list of everything you need and he'll buy it for
you."
"I said I'm trying to go buy groceries. You're not having me trapped like some kind of Rapunzel."
He breathed through his nostrils, enraged. "Tell him to leave."

Jungkook took out the pack once he found it on the ground. He looked back to take in the state of
the nuisance he had been dealing with for weeks. "Sure, pass the phone." He could sense Jimin's
surprise at the easy give-in. The device moved in the air. A sir went through the line. His ear picked
up a faint thud from the other line. Jungkook lit the cigarette between his lips with the almost
empty lighter he had. It required numerous attempts to keep the flame lit for a few seconds. "Let
him go alone and don't bother him. You can leave."

Not a thank you was received. Jimin hung up the phone, leaving Jungkook waiting in line. The
alpha took a heavy draw and gazed at the screen. The sourness filling his lungs had him practically
sighing in delight.

As soon as he handed the phone to one of the bodyguards, the omega glued his ear to hear if
Jungkook would order the guys anything else. With a smirk, the alpha spat out "sneaky bitch" and
tapped on another contact. It didn't even ring once before a beta's voice answered."I need a change
of clothes." He observed the amputated leg on the ground for a moment but kicked it out of the path
and kept walking. "Ah, and this has to be burned somewhere. Figure that out before I leave."

─────── · ⅩⅤⅡ · ───────

Jimin made his way down the stairs. He wanted to stay there; spend the entire day there. He hadn't
met Hobi's parents yet. His friend had mentioned they weren't on good terms. His parents didn't
want him in this hospital, but Hobi knew that if he was transferred to another city, his parents
would keep him home for the rest of the year. Jimin was already aware of how they were, as well as
the fact that, according to his parents, he was not a good influence. The truth was that it was the
other way around.

He tucked his hands into his pockets after folding up his scarf. The cold made his nose feel like
glass, freezing his nerves down to the last one. He stopped when he noticed that the car supposed to
be waiting for him was not the taxi one. The length of this one stood out with a visual treat of black
glossiness. The inside gave off an air of refined elegance thanks to the plush leather upholstery.
"Nurse Jimin finally ended his schedule." Jungkook had his weight resting on the door. Despite his
laid-back remark his face appeared tense and even pale, though Jimin pushed the detail away.

He ran towards him, excited. "Hobi... I found Hobi!" he exclaimed happily. After breaking the
news to Jungkook, he wanted to hug him, but restrained himself. The alpha looked at him in
surprise. Well, surprise in his terms of Jungkook. His eyebrow had lifted a millimeter.

"Is that why you look so happy?" The comment had a bitter ring to it, but Jungkook's expression
was anything from annoyed. With a whispered, "Come here," he gently touched his cheek and then
Jimin was pushed to his chest. "You're cold," It was the obvious deduction from the alpha. "Get in
the car before you freeze."

The door was opened for the omega and he stepped inside. As he entered, Jungkook gave him a
cautious glance. He walked around to the passenger side and climbed into the driver's seat. When
he finally located Hobi, Jimin was overwhelmed with emotions. He had had a few days to process
the information, but it was hard to not be still in disbelief. Subtly roaring under his weight, the car
was quickly back on the road with a flick of the steering wheel.

"Why is he even in a hospital?" When the light for pedestrians turned green, Jungkook pulled over.
An elderly woman walked slowly over the path of the lines.

"A car accident," Jimin soughed. "His condition doesn't look that bad right now but he...he looks so
wasted and drained." Between his words the melancholy of what he had witnessed dripped from the
sponge of feelings that occupied the omega's heart. If this was going to be the consequence, he even
considered that maybe it would have been better not to find his friend. "He..." Jimin tried to
describe the rest of the weekend's activities, but he had been trapped there for so long that he was
too exhausted to continue.

Jungkook shot him a glance. His silent stance studied the shorter guy. "He what?"

"No, nothing..." Jimin darted away from his gaze. "I was so sure Minrae had something to do with
this."

"Minrae, huh" he received in response. "You won't have to worry about him anymore."

Jimin sank his teeth into the inside of his cheek. "Did you... Did you kill-" While the car was
waiting for the light to switch, the alpha turned to the back seat, cutting off the uncertain thread of
Jimin's voice. A black box with a golden bow was placed over the blond's thighs.
"For you" The traffic light gave a quick, crisp beep to signal the change. Vehicles behind left,
mirroring Jungkook's. "Open it."

It didn't weigh. "What's in here?" No answer came his way. "Jungkook... what the fuck is in here?"
The alpha looked at him with disdain.

"If I told you it wouldn't be a gift anymore."

"I can't imagine anything you'd need to give me."

"Maybe it's a ring." Jungkook didn't seem to be joking.

"I'd shove it up your ass."

"Damn, all over a ring? So heartless." The tone fell dry from his lips as Jimin's face drained of any
color when the cover was lifted.

A bloody silk handkerchief rolled up in one hand. The nails in them had been ripped out. Red-
painted raw flesh on the verge of putrefaction. Jimin jumped out of his seat, terrified by the
overpowering odor. "Is this...!?"
He turned in horror to the alpha next to him. The car had begun to move again. "He's gone."
Jungkook cocked his head. The black eyes once on the window in front were now fixed on the
blond's ones. "You'll never see him again." The sharp box of lily-white teeth in his smile sent thrills
down the omega's spine.

That feeling. Jimin swallowed the ball stuck in his throat. Dry. Harsh to his insides. He covered the
box with shaking hands and placed it back in the trunk of the car. His fingers itched with the need
to wash the feeling of a corpse's hand close to him. The rough texture of a putrifying body. The
stench of death lingered in his lungs. "Tell me you didn't... torture him."

"He didn't deserve a quick death." From the corner of his eye, he noticed the black shoe squash the
car's accelerator. The landscape around them crossed the windows in a fleeting rhythm. "Think
about it this way" Jungkook shifted into reverse and typed something on the screen. "I only did to
him what he'd have done to you." Jimin, scared, hugged himself in the car. They were moving too
quickly. "Rape you? Nah. You'd have thought hell was less painful than the shit he would've done
to you."

"This isn't okay" Jimin sobbed but his cheeks remained dry. He felt bad. But not for Minrae. He felt
bad for not feeling bad for Minrae. That made him want to pour that anger on the predator next to
him. "You can't keep doing this."

"I don't kill people for fun." Another green traffic light had them stopped in the middle of the road.
"This isn't even a hobby. I'm not some kind of psychopath that has mastered this skill."

"Then wh—"

"However," he cut in, "I don't forgive," he exhaled into the enclosed space. "Not when it comes to
you." It only took those words for Jimin to eventually cast him a glance that was supposed to be
deflected back to the window but ended up hooked in those dark gaze glittering from the car's led
lights not reciprocating his.

"I don't understand you," the blonde murmured. "You are the first person that made me suffer. The
things Minrae did... are not far from you." Jungkook remained silent. Didn't even gift him the
chance to look into his eyes. "Kai told me you were the first one to push them to... do this to me."

There it was. His eyelids flinched for a split second. Jungkook was ready to excuse himself. "I
already told you, it's an act."

"An act I have to endure... because you can't let your alpha pride—your image be wounded?" he
inquired a little louder than he intended. It was the car's walls squeezing their voices closer. "You
knew me from before. Your brother also seems to know me."

"He doesn't—"

"Let me talk." Jimin was adamant. He hadn't noticed he'd reached for Jungkook's thigh. As if he
wanted to pause the predator for a second. "You weren't like this at the start. It doesn't make sense
this suddenly needs to please me. You don't even regret your actions."

"I do" snapped Jungkook, irritated. He had the bad habit of putting his voice over others.

"Whether it's because your venom can't harm me anymore and you feel helpless," Jimin continued.
His fingers dug into the hard flesh beneath him. He wasn't distracted by the bulge of his thighs;
how the suit seemed about to rip from how thick they were. "Or because of your rut... Your actions
are still nasty. You still have me on a leash. I have to tiptoe around in my life because of you. I don't
even know why I'm sitting here with someone who killed—"

"Remind me again who insisted Minrae needed to be killed after I told him the dude got raped?"
The alpha pulled his hand away before getting back to the wheel.

"Seriously!?" Jimin scoffed. "I wouldn't have to be wishing that if he hadn't attacked me!" The
dude truly knew how to get on his nerves. "And tell me now Jungkookie, how did Minrae discover
my existence?" Silence. "Right. You. All of them follow whatever you say and since the first day
you made sure to mock me and humiliate me. Someone who knows me from before. I know you
were lying about that!" Jungkook never raised his voice, but the way his glance rejected the
comments of others burned Jimin just where it hurt the most. "I'd been ignored if you hadn't
decided to treat me that way. Jin'd still be here with me. Daehyun'd be safe. And... And..." his lips
trembled. Fuck. He was ready to cry again. "I wouldn't be putting in question my morals."

The voice breaking flinched Jungkook's attention back to him. The car took a corner on the road
and left it when the alpha turned the wheel. They turned into a narrow street, with fewer people in
it. Jungkook stopped the car. "I know." But he was turned to the window next to him, avoiding
Jimin like the car was squeezing him way too close to the omega.

"If you had treated me this nice from the start, which is the bare minimum by the way," he tried to
fight back the tears but kept remembering Daehyung in that bed. His soul split deeper every time he
had that image in his mind. "None of this would've happened."

His arm was gently captured by the alpha's hand. The cold fingers encircled the omega's elbow and
drew him closer. "Don't cry." His thumb wiped away the pouring moisture from the blond's cheek.
Jungkook's expression was difficult to read, as it always was, but the tone in his voice conveyed his
concern. "I hate seeing you cry."
"You are always the main reason." The harsh words drove the alpha to sigh, defeated.

"I wasn't lying when I said I regretted it," Jungkook assured in vain. The hold broke and Jimin
shrieked back in his seat. "I don't feel bad for others but for you..."

"So what? You've hurt me more than once—"

"That night..." interrupted the alpha. His head dropped into the back of the seat cushion behind him.
"When I left you lying in the road." He refused to look at Jimin. "I was so angry at you for putting
yourself in such danger that when you said you'd rather be raped by him than saved by me..." For a
brief moment, his lips were sealed. What was it that made him so difficult to persuade to speak? "I
decided you didn't deserve my help anyway."

“Deserve…” Jimin trailed behind. "You did that for your pride. Not to help me."

The alpha cast a glance at him. "Killing that man caused me more problems than I can count. My
pride does not drive me to do stupid things." Jimin crossed his arms, expectant. He needed more
than this. "But that's beside the point."

"That's it?" His dirty blond eyebrows knitted together.

Jungkook groaned. "I'm still not finished, shut up."

"I'm doing precisely what you're doing." A finger of accusation was pointed at him.

For a few seconds, the two exchanged glances. A beat of silence passed. Jungkook let his fingers
skate along the curve of the leather absentmindedly. "I spent the entire day wondering why I did
that. Your expression before I left you stays with me to this day." Jimin clenched his teeth.
Remembering that night always spurred his thoughts to dive into a pool of self-betrayal. "I had no
intention of returning for you."

"You despised me, huh" he scoffed. This conversation was worsening everything. Going nowhere.

" I do ," Jungkook confessed. He quickly backpedaled. "But It's not the hatred you think it is." His
eyelids flutteringly dropped and bolted upwards, snitching about his anxious state. He appeared
overly concerned over a simple conversation. "I despise the way you affect me. I feel weirdly
fulfilled around you. Like I don’t need anything else."

Jimin was taken aback. "You fuck others, though?"

"I haven't touched anyone after you. Believe it or not, I'm telling the truth." Because you didn't
have time to do it , Jimin reasoned. It was difficult for him to allow those words to enter his heart.
Jungkook was a horrible person and his actions only enabled everyone to agree with that.

"Yeah, and what's going to happen if I refuse to sleep with you? Because I don't think you've ever
gone a week without wetting your dick somewhere." He took hold of the car handle and yanked it
open. A getaway was needed.
Jungkook's arm was already flexed over him, whipping the door close with a loud thud. His fingers
enclosed around Jimin's, over the car knob. "I'm not used to being celibate. I'm not sure what you
expect from me, but as an alpha, this is all I know. That's what I was taught. Sex holds no
significance for me." His arm retreated behind the omega's shoulder. Cold hovered with the motion,
coming from the traces of it adhered to Jungkook’s skin. "But with you it's different."

Jimin sighed and rolled his eyes. The guy was as corny as hell. "What kind of bullshit is that!?" It
sounded so fake. A fat lie he was being pushed to swallow.

"I don't even suck off people." Jungkook snorted in exasperation. Jimin wondered how the young
man looked when he was helpless as his voice approached the edge, how that monotonous tone
sounded broken into half a cry.

"How is it different when we do it than with others? Do I have some kind of golden asshole or
what? You are not even making sense."

Jungkook started appearing agitated. Half a smile was starting to form in his facial muscle tissue,
giving him a perplexed and annoyed expression. That irritated, why-can't-you-understand look
drove Jimin insane —in a bad way. How would he flip it this time? Excuse himself, like he always
did?

"It's not the same," he was fast to retort, but his words dried out as soon as they reached Jimin. The
lack of trust was getting on Jungkook's nerves — and that was too damn bad because Jimin wasn't
the kind to lie to please. "It was never the same with you."

"I'd like you to explain why it's not the same."

The alpha was trapped in the request. Jungkook lugged his hand away from the seat and set it back
on the steering wheel. People outside rushed from one side of the street to the other as the parked
car remained in the middle of the venue. "I don't know." He inhaled a shaky breath. "I don't fucking
know."

The omega's brows furrowed at the realization. Jungkook looked so worked up. No jerky breathing
or shaking. He never raised his voice, but the small ticks in his side profile that Jimin
unconsciously studied were so obvious. He was feeling tense. No, he was concealing something he
didn't want to admit to himself.

Jimin brought his mouth up to the alpha's face. The sweet fragrance became stronger. Regardless of
his fear of the answer, he still asked. "Do you have feelings for me? Like, romantic… feelings?" He
swallowed the uneasiness up his throat after the last word.

Every muscle in the predator's body became as tight as a coiled spring. A pale blank expression
spread through his face. The question seemed harsher than a threat. The cords that connected his
collarbone to his neck stretched. The circumference of the steering wheel under his fingers
crumpled from the compressed grip. A “ no” was on the verge of slipping from his lips.

He looked fucking horrified.

Jimin wished he didn't feel hurt by Jungkook's reaction. But the pang in his chest refused to lie to
him.

Bzzzz
The omega stole glanced at the device over the car's inner counter. This time no "Haneul" flashed
along with the mute notification. Instead, it was Jeon with another word he didn't get to read before
the screen disappeared when the alpha grabbed the phone.

Jimin got out of the car with a slam. The predator didn't follow him. His horrified expression
promised to linger on the omega's mind for the rest of the day.

Jungkook sat heavy on the seat, his gaze fixed on nothing. Jimin's footsteps returning to the
apartment were mixed in with the sounds of cars and people crossing the street. His grip on the
steering wheel stiffened. He wanted to rip it off. Breaking down the car to ease the annoying feeling
the fresh conversation had left.

"Do you..." his lips parted. His tongue caressed the words before giving them a sound. "...feelings
for me?" Jungkook felt like he had just been pushed into a hole.

That was a concept that held no sense in his world. The snakes didn't have that kind of feelings for
their offspring, yet even less for someone else. Jungkook felt that there would always be a barrier
between him and that. He couldn't feel it. Not for others.

Even less an omega.

It was not necessary. It was rather a minor annoyance that only served to complicate someone's
life.. "Feelings..." he scoffed, incredulous. Only if he had lost his mind he would be linking this to
such—
His brothers. His brothers staring down at him. All his family would shred him for such a dumb
take. It was impossible. Not for him. Not even biologically such idiocy had a place. A powerful
blow to the chest caught the alpha off guard. He stroked his neck. The boiling heat had been
clinging to him the past days. He touched his neck. His skin was smooth. Sweat traces were gently
dampening on the surface. Jungkook exhaled his lungs' heated breath. For a few seconds, he peered
at nothing. He stared at nothing for a few seconds. The rut. It was being more insistent these last
few days. Not even the medication was able to calm it down.

He took a package with his pills from the drawer of the car. Instead of drawing three, Jungkook
gulped down the entire sheet. The white balls went dryly through his esophagus.

His phone rang again. Jungkook growled in annoyance. The conversation from before still lingered
in his mind. "The fuck do you want?"

"You're going to that party." Jungkook almost threw the phone at the window.

"I told you I'm not going. Stop pestering me."

"Your brother invited that kid too" his father interjected. Jungkook froze. What? "Go fix this mess. I
don't care what's your schedule. Fix it."

Fucking hell.
 ─────── · ⅩⅤⅡ · ───────

"Good morning sunshine." The flower lamp on the ceiling was the first thing to greet him. The
minimalist design retained the blossom crystal flowers that sparkled when the now-off light bulbs
were turned on. The sun had stolen the show, demanding attention through the curtains. "Would
you like to have your breakfast on your bed?"

"No need," he said in the middle of a yawn. The maid nodded, and with her hands still folded, she
crouched in regard before leaving the room.

In some way, the warmth of the walls had always been comforting. Outside, the cold didn't seem to
be able to touch him. Despite the lovely exterior garden, the harsh frost had dulled its beauty to a
desolate landscape. Beautiful trees were decaying by the minute, dropping a leaf to the ground as a
surrender sign. He rubbed his fingertips together before getting out of bed. Traces of the heat from
the night before warmed his inner thighs. It was a dirty act that was now justifiable because it felt
right. He descended from the high bed and changed into his robe. The omega walked to the next
room, cuddling himself against the temperature contrast that hit his skin beneath the layers of
clothing. A prepared bathtub awaited his arrival. The oils he used to apply to his skin were prepared
in small golden cups. Salts floated on the perfumed water in which he immersed himself. His bare
foot sank into the heat of the clinging water, kissing the surface as it revered him.
He had a long day ahead.

"How was your exam?" His father's voice drew closer. His head peeked from the upper floor
balcony. While the housekeeper paced from one side to the other, the murmur of the cleaner
removing any speck of dust from the surface of the stairs reached him.

"I didn't do that good this time," Haneul set the cup back to the saucer that held it. He'd awoken
hungry, possibly as a result of last night's strange reaction.

"You always say that and still get the highest score," his mother chuckled before taking a small bite
of a croissant. "There's no need to be humble, dear."

"Would you like another cup of milk?" inquired the girl from behind. Haneul shifted for a quick
moment. He felt compelled to respond, but the answer was always the same.

"Lisa, we've already discussed this. Don't indulge Haneul out of his diet," his mother cut him off.
Despite her harsh tone, she remained unphased. "Anything more than one cup of milk will cause
him to break out."

"I-I'm sorry, I was distracted," stammered the beta. The cup was snatched away from the omega's
grasp. Haneul placed his hand on the young lady's wrist.

"It's fine. You've done nothing wrong," with a benign smile, he assured. "Mom had a bad morning."
"You're too nice, son," his father said as he walked down the stairs. The velvet robe, like the rest of
his tailored clothes, hugged his waist. His father was an old gentleman with gray hair that ran
through every crease of his face. His razor-sharp mustache was tethered to a short grayish beard. In
comparison to his mother, an elderly man. They married while she was still in her adolescent years.
That clarified why his mother appeared so young and fresh. "Did you sleep well? I know the past
few days have been hard for you."

Haneul nodded before he swallowed the vitamins the maid had left with a glass of water. Skipping
a day without them made his mother anxious. She was always keeping track of what the young
omega ate.

"I did. I even had a dream," Haneul murmured, leaning back on the chair.

His father took out the newspaper and began reading it. "What was the dream about?" he asked,
peering out from behind the wrinkled, thin stack of pages. To listen to his son, the edge slid down
his nose. "I hope it wasn't a terrible nightmare."

Quite the opposite was the case. Haneul couldn't explain the sensations that vibrated on his skin just
remembering that dream. A wave of desire had swept over him. It had only been a smidgeon of a
touch, a fleeting glance. "I was getting married," he confessed through a sweetly curved window of
teeth. Explaining a wet dream to his parents was a line he would not cross. "And you gave me your
blessings."

The answer satisfied the interest of his parents. "That's a sweet dream, Han."

"Who was the fortunate alpha?" His mother was curious. The tone, however, was devoid of
curiosity. They were both aware of who that person was.
"I'll let you guess, Mom," Haneul said, folding the napkin.

Until now, no alpha had piqued his interest. They all spawned at his feet, seeking his attention in
order to feel his gaze on them. Some were extremely attractive but useless. Others were intelligent
and sharp, but their looks did not entice the omega. The variety in his memory catalog went from a
poor end to a richer one, but Haneul didn't feel the pull that one had to sense when looking at
another hybrid.

Not until him.

He could recall every time he had seen Jungkook. Haneul had ended up wanting to know more
about each occasion. When he conversed with the alpha, he felt stuck in a game he didn't want to
participate in. Haneul was looked down on by black eyes the hue of two precious stones as if he
were just another flower on the road. One bound to be stepped on.

The napkin in his hands became torn. Yesterday's meeting had led to the fantasy that had consumed
hours of the night. He could vividly remember his presence even when seated next to his parents at
the table.

"You already tracked the way by car, huh."

His voice tilted to disregard Haneul's. He did that to everyone. It wasn't a tease, it was him not
buying any word from your lips. The dark countenance when Haneul lay on his face had the omega
holding his breath. He felt naked in front of Jungkook. That was rare. Even if they were richer than
him or more attractive, no man dared not try to please him. It wasn't a matter of power, but of basic
decency. He was too beautiful and precious.

Jungkook didn't consider him a threat. Haneul was not something he believed he could lose. The
guy simply didn't give a damn. Was he even interested in anything?

He'd heard it thousands of times from rich omega circles, and even from family gatherings. It was
impossible to talk about the Jeon without mentioning how perverse their bloodline was. The
coldness in their connections, whether with each other or with others. The heir had no concept of
friendships or romantic partners. He'd never been in a relationship before. He also did not interact
with his friends beyond what was necessary. It was visible on his social media. Everything was a
frivolous circle that kept him safe from everyone.

Haneul spread his fingers across the screen, enlarging the image to the size he desired. Jungkook's
face became sharper. In every sense, he was identical to his father, but his mother's features
interrupted his dark complexion. Jungkook's face should have been rough and thick like the alpha
who brought him into the world, but he had the appearance of a prince. Exquisite attributes that
have resulted in a fierce demeanor to match that... body.

A quiet sigh deflated his lungs. The memory of the indifference of that touch ached in his
fingertips. The tall figure above Haneul, the big long hand pushing away his as he looked... what
did he even look like? His gaze was dead behind the eyes. It was a blank canvas that Haneul had to
guess and paint by himself. But he enjoyed it. He admired the alpha's lack of trust, how he refused
to bend to Haneul's will or lavish him with compliments. He had to earn it from him, which set
Jungkook apart from the thousands of other alphas he had met. Many pretended to be entitled, but
few deserved to be entitled. Jungkook had nothing to be held accountable for. Wherever he went,
his academic grades were the highest. His management of his family's business was brilliant; the
result of having been trained more rigorously in such a family. Everyone was aware that he was
under pressure. Being superior to his brothers, as well as surviving the harsh environment that came
with being a Jeon.

Haneul was just another omega in his way. Another omega who sought to shine brighter than the
others in his eyes.
The marriage was on the table but Jungkook was not going to pick up the final card. Even if his
grandmother was interested in making him marry, this was not an alpha that could be persuaded to
link with anyone. It had been fortunate enough to be chosen as his first option for the time being.
Haneul knew his chances of being chosen in the end were remote, but he wasn't about to give up.
Haneul was a young man with clear objectives. A determined individual. If he wanted something,
he was going to have it.

The fact that having Jungkook's affection was a matter of luck didn't faze him. It wasn't difficult to
sleep with him, but Haneul intended to accomplish more; to be untouchable in anyone's hands. That
Jungkook's hand over his waist would make him a superior being in others' eyes. Earn his
undivided attention. Become his fixation. Make that cold alpha break his shield for Haneul and only
Haneul.

Taken aback by the possessive thought, Haneul pecked his lower lip and switched off his phone. He
needed to get in touch with the predator again. "Good morning!" Haneul stepped out of the car and
took the other omega's hand in his. The plaza across from Omegas University was now alive with
colorful umbrellas. Like the one above his head. "You look happy today."

"I am." Hye-rim was puzzled. "I'll tell you later," Haneul said, pushing his friend's hair off her
shoulders. The rain was soaking her brown locks, which she had taken so long to fix.

Her black boots landed on the ground, creating a splash that reached the male's shoes. Hye-rim,
frustrated, was already giving him her childish insistence. "No no! Tell me now!" She snagged
Haneul's arm and pulled him toward the building. Every classmate they marched by on their way
from the entrance to the university gate smiled at them. Haneul closed the umbrella as he tried to
keep up with Hye-rim's speech. She always had something to tell or investigate about. They sat in
the cafeteria, waiting for the class to start. "It's about him, isn't it?"
Was it that obvious? "I... I had a weird dream about him."

Hye-rim slapped her mouth shut. "Oh, God." Her huge eyes took in Haneul's flushed cheeks.
"Virgin Haneul isn't that virgin anymore?"

The looks that were thrown toward them pushed the male omega to jump to grasp her hand. "Lower
your voice!" He said glancing at their sides. The sound of dishes being placed left and right had an
echo to it. While the omega students chatted, a few teachers were still eating breakfast nearby. The
large windows' panes gave the picture a blue tint. A melancholic one that only appeared when
gloomy weather like this took over the sky.

It produced a nice captivating and vivid color in the warmer months. The autumn clouds did not
allow the passage of enough rays of light to let that happen. Instead, they granted raindrops that
skated down the glass until they touched the pavement on the edge of the exterior, piling up, rain
tears hugging each other so they didn't fall to the ground.

Haneul summarized his vivid imagination in vague terms. He didn't dare to mention that the alpha
hadn't held him with gentle hands in his dream. Haneul had undone in his arms like butter piping
hot against that tan skin instead of making love to him. His shoulders had been the only support
when Jungkook rammed inside of him, a cold disinterest on his face as he contemplated the
omega's cries for more. There were no "I love you" or compliments. Nothing.

Even in bed, he couldn't imagine Jungkook acting any differently. Haneul had no experience in the
field and people like Jungkook were known for dropping omegas like they were toys. He was more
than used to the feeling of sex.

Did he ever smile, even? Kiss his partners? He looked like he wasn't fond of physical contact. That
he detested clinginess and surely wouldn't have the care to not split apart a newbie omega like
Haneul and slam into him with both of his... his...
Red throbbing waves of flush caressed his skin. His fingers tingled. He could feel the imagination
from his dreams surpass every physical level and become real.

Hye-rim smiled. "I'm so happy to see you this whipped," she said before placing her hands over the
omega's. "Soon that won't be a dream anymore."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Haneul murmured, his face solemn. "I have zero confidence that he will
choose me."

"But he isn't meeting any other omega besides you, right?" The question drew his attention back to
his friend. "His grandmother informed your parents that you had been chosen. Only you."

"I know but..." Thinking about it depressed him. "The choice is his. He can pick anyone he wants.
Last time we met he told me this was all in the air."

His friend rose from her seat. He flinched at the squeak of the chair legs. "Of course he will! Did
you expect him to say he loves you already?" Hye-rim sighed in frustration. "The dude's never been
in a relationship, he's known for treating everyone like shit and you already got him to take you in
his car! It's a Jeon, Han! If that isn't a good sign I don't know what is!"

"I was busy." Haneul was blindsided by those black eyes. What was Jungkook thinking when they
locked gazes? Did he consider Haneul attractive? "I don't think I ever said you could come to see
me whenever you wanted." Jungkook lighted up a cigarette while facing the omega. His blue eyes
mirrored the flare of burning nicotine. "I'm a stranger to you, and that date didn't mean a
confirmation of me picking you as my fiancee."
As optimistic as he was, he couldn't refuse to acknowledge that look lacked emotion. It was as if he
was staring into a mirror with no lights. Haneul had no idea what was going through that man's
head, but those stern facial muscles didn't make him approachable. They never did. Even when the
alpha cracked a smile, the omega didn't feel looked at in a friendly way—

"I guess I do," he said, his fingers falling into the air and landing on his thigh. What was this
sensation? Haneul examined the interiors of the cars as the alpha drove them. He didn't choose the
color of the led, did he? Perhaps he was overthinking.

When he turned to the window, his lips opened. "I assumed you'd be the type to have a driver," he
commented. Jungkook didn't even bat an eyelid.

"I'm not that lazy."

"It's what I'm used to," Haneul admitted, slightly embarrassed. It wasn't like the wealthy needed to
do anything when they were creating jobs for others to do.

"First person verb form," said the alpha. He was still staring out the window. "We're talking about
me here." He turned the gear stick and went on driving. Haneul was pulled to the way his fingers
clung to the steering wheel's curve. "You are free to do whatever you want."

So aggressive. Haneul fumbled with his fingers. Jungkook was a straight edge he wasn't used to.
His personality was terrible compared to his charming fragrance. Not the kind that made Haneul
want to retreat, but the one who awoke something deep within him that desired to change that
boring gaze only for him. It irked a possessiveness in him.
"Class president."

"Haneul...?"

When his name was mentioned, Haneul turned away from the window. His gaze darted across the
wet garden to the beta's face. "There's a letter for you."

"Eh...?" The omega stood up, startled. His classmates were as confused as he was. The teacher at
the desk paused her work on the blackboard to look at the teaching assistant who had just knocked
on the door.

"You can leave Haneul. Don't take too long" she said glancing at him. The omega stood motionless
for a few seconds, but his feet were driven to the entrance by his curiosity.

In any case, a letter should have arrived at his house, not such a location. He quietly closed the door
behind him to make as little noise as possible and approached the beta who was waiting for him in
the corridor. He had a rectangular piece of paper sealed between his fingers.

"It just arrived" He handed it over. The man exited the hall, leaving the omega alone in the corridor.
He unfolded the paper wings and pulled out a big blue sheet.

In gold letters, the name Jeon struck his mind as soon as he read it. "What the...?" On mute, his lips
read the lovely penmanship.
Formal invitation to Jeon's birthday celebration.

─────── · ⅩⅤⅡ · ───────

"This is my friend, Jimin," Hobi introduced them at that time. The blond uncomfortably tried to
grin in a bid to make the other guy smile. The predator took a sip of whatever he was drinking and
simply stared.

"He's fine as hell," he blurred out. Those words made Jimin giggle, feeling victorious. A predator
had said that about him, a prey.

Jimin followed his friend for the entire night, stealing glances at the same alpha who had deemed
him attractive. He hadn't made a move on Jimin, but he had acknowledged him, which was unusual
for the bunny.
The booze that Hobi kept giving him sent him to sleep. When Jimin opened his eyes, he saw that
same alpha's mouth over his nose as he thrust inside him. About the couch. He was so drunk that he
couldn't lift a finger. He had never even agreed to this. Rather than being enraged, Jimin became
delighted, believing he had finally earned the guy's attention. That he had a shot.

The sticky strings of cum adhering to his insides made him uncomfortable, but Jimin sat up, legs
half spread, even after the guy was done with him. "Leaving...?" They were at Hobi's house, he
could stay all he wanted.

The boy quickly dressed and picked up his used joint from the ground. "Yeah," he rumbled.

"Can I get your number?" The omega blurted out. He couldn't miss on this chance. "We could...
hang out..." For the rest of the night, the guy had eyed him and threw a few compliments his way. It
wasn't an unusual thing. The only thing that rang Jimin harder than he wished was the lack of
superiority complex the dude had shown. No mentions of their labels, or how little Jimin was in
their world. They were only teenagers into each other.

The look he received made his skin crawl. "I don't date preys, if those are your intentions." The boy
said it in a comical tone that slashed every bit of hope in Jimin. The omega swallowed and
examined the area between his legs. The marks of the same person that fucked him senseless. He
couldn't recall the last time they kissed. His veins were still clogged with alcohol.

He had no right to feel hurt, Jimin thought. It wasn't like there were any emotions involved between
him and the snake predator.
He dashed up the stairs as soon as he entered the flat. Jimin maintained his gaze on the ground. The
floor tiles under his feet moved at the same speed. "I haven't seen you the whole day." Jungkook's
voice was ignored. He shut down the door before he could hear any more words. He didn't know
what it was, but he couldn't look into those eyes without feeling triggered by that memory. Was he
that disgusting? Was it because he was a prey, a nobody?

Jimin slipped down the surface of the door and drew his knees up to his chest. He could feel his
heartbeat in his ears, like if he'd run a marathon here.

He'd never seen such expression before.

Jimin pulled his head from the hollow between his legs upon hearing two knocks on the door.
"Come eat dinner," Jungkook urged from behind. "At least." He hadn't eaten and had no plans to do
so. There was a huge void in his gut that wouldn't let him breathe. A stark reminder that Jimin was
a fucking vessel and that Jungkook, even Jungkook, didn't think he was good enough to be a viable
alternative. The irony was that Jimin didn't even want to be associated with the predator. But it still
hurt. He wished he would've said yes, just to give Jimin the chance to reject the fucker.

Would he, though?

Jungkook only saw him as some kind of token. He fell, like any other omega, into the trunk of the
omega collections that only Jungkook had access to. His words meant nothing. He was a fucking
wall Jimin could even cling to. He also knew that the affliction in his chest had been born from the
words his friend fed him. From the moment they had met, Jimin had been slashed with questions
about why was he smelling like that predator. All he had felt was shame. For being so weak, and
for being so superficial. He hadn't even dared to tell Hoseok about the sexual part of this
relationship.

"Jimin."
"I don't want to. Go away, please."

It had been three days since that conversation in the car. For some reason, Jungkook had not
insisted as he usually did. Jimin did not bother to question the reason. He had barely seen his face.
They didn't share meals. Even less when it came to dinner. He came straight to the hospital from
the university and spent the afternoon there. Hours and hours talking with Hoseok until reality
played clockwise. Jimin then hailed a cab and crept into the flat, his head down. His interactions
with Jungkook were summed up in comments about why he wasn't eating or refusing to take the car
the alpha had provided for him. It was best not to get too involved with the predator, as Hobi had
said. There was no doubt that Jimin was already deep in this stuff, but he couldn't let the ties
attached to Jungkook's fingers keep moving him.

Jungkook lingered behind the closed door for several minutes. His panting was almost
imperceptible. What did he want now? His deeds didn't match with his words, and his words did
not harmonize with his expressions. Jimin couldn't take it any longer.

He had to stop caring.

Night fell deeper along the hours. He had more lessons in the morning and a zillion other things to
do. The past weeks have felt like a dream. Too distracted, too lost Jimin had never opened his eyes
to see the full picture.

Hoseok burst the bubble. Jimin felt relieved that he had finally located his friend, and that he had
one less burden to bear. No more loneliness to cling to. But a wound somewhere in his head was
still bleeding for Jin, for Daehyun, and himself. He had no control over the rhythm of his existence.
Jungkook controlled the car tires and also had the needle to deflate them. Jimin was a passenger
with a belt that didn't open. He could only watch himself fall into the emptiness while Jungkook
promised him that everything would be fine.
"Have you forgotten what he did to you?"

Jimin feared the discomfort he felt when Hobi made that question. His animosity for Jungkook had
been reignited by his friend's remarks. Each fact he had shoved deep into his head, motivated by his
omega, was reheated in his friend's mouth.

"Do you not value yourself?"

"What will you do when your parents find out about this?"

"Jimin... have you gone insane?"

Jimin was occasionally taken aback when he looked at his friend. His words were aggressive. The
entire topic of conversation centered on Jungkook. It didn't occur to him that the interrogation
would only appear when Jimin attempted to inquire about the accident. All Jimin knew was that the
hottie had found him and that he owned one of the clubs Hobi had frequented. A giant fish that had
just spawned into his existence, and they both wanted Jimin to swallow that reality like a spoon of
mush flying into a baby's mouth.

But he didn't have a choice, did he? His friend was not in a position to be probed further, and the
random guy was now related to a student on their campus. He scratched his head, puzzled. He
scratched his brow, perplexed. It made no sense to him at all. And having all those things dumped
in Jimin's lap out of nowhere felt forced and strangely opportunistic.

The omega sighed before finally getting up. He staggered from the dizziness of his fast movement.
Jungkook's shadow had vanished from the crack beneath the door. Although the lights were still on,
he heard his bedroom door close. He opened the door intending to go to the kitchen and fetch
something to eat, but his feet froze when he saw what was waiting for him at the floor outside.

"Don't ignore me." Was written on the note on the plastic. A chicken salad made with a fresh
dressing and toppings that made the omega's belly growl in hunger was placed at the door. Along
with it, yogurt with a spoon on the lid had been placed. He could imagine the alpha chopping and
cooking the ingredients quickly just to serve them to Jimin.

He grabbed the note and read it several times. On the left side, he seemed to have written
something else that Jimin didn't get to read since the paper had been shredded in half. Traces of a
line ended in the cut of the missing piece. As if he had wanted to put "please" after his words. Beg
for Jimin's attention like he did whenever he didn't get it.

The omega looked at the other door in the hallway. No lights were on but Jimin knew the predator
wouldn't be asleep already.

Jimin walked past the door. His body never crossed it. His arm was yanked into the suddenly
opened room. Jungkook's body slammed into the interior. It dawned on him that he was in
Jungkook's room for the first time. Jimin was strangled by a strong odor of rut as his eyes fought to
register the blackness behind the mass of muscles over his face.

"You really thought I'd give up," the alpha murmured over his lips. Jimin shivered against his arms.
He felt as if he were drowning in the pungent snake odor that permeated every area of the room. He
couldn't see anything in the darkness, let alone behind Jungkook's towering figure.

"I thought you were disgusted by me, why are you still playing the good prince card?" Was spat out
of his lips. Jungkook's fingers stopped at his waist. Jimin didn't look at him. He focused on the
ground, on how he was growing smaller, shorter, and more insignificant every time he bent to this
predator's whim. And that feeling only came when he remembered Jungkook didn't see him as a
good enough partner.
"He's using you."

Hobi's comments brought him back to earth. Jimin shifted to the door and in the middle of the
darkness, he swept it open. Jungkook grabbed his elbow. "You know damn well I've never felt
disgusted by you" the alpha rushed to say. He sounded pissed as hell, just as much as Jimin.

Why did he even care, for fuck's sake.

"Your face that day didn't say the same." Jimin drew his body back into the corridor. Jungkook was
following him as he ran to his room. For some reason, he was sweating and his face looked
exhausted.

"How did you expect me to react?" Jungkook turned him over again in the middle of the hallway.
The omega snorted tiredly. The salad plate was still on the floor, waiting for him to dine on it. But
that was going in the garbage.

"Not like that, maybe!?" Jimin hollered. "I felt like a fucking cockroach! Can't you even tell me I'm
important to you? Or is just my ass that you want!?"

"Of course not," Jungkook snorted exhausted. His fingers slipped from the omega's arms. "I
wouldn't be going this far for someone that..."

His lips paused in emptiness. The black eyes were on Jimin's face but something was off. Face
devoid of emotion, his voice was gruff and his chest rose and fell like he had been running for
hours. He didn't look like himself.
"For a prey. Just say it," Jimin continued. "Can't have your pride get hurt by that, right?"
Jungkook's fingers withdrew. "At the end of the day you'll never see me more than a prey. I'll
always be a sexual object to you, and nothing else. The moment I can't give you that you'll go for
the next. "

Jungkook fell silent. "You sound so fucking sure."

"Because it's the truth!" Jimin shoved him away. The alpha backed off easily. "You've built this idea
of you in me!"

"I told you it's not..." Jungkook cleared his throat. He didn't even look present in the conversation.
Beads of sweat slid down the crevices of his handsome face. His gaze was lost. "I want you..." he
barely pushed the words off his tongue.

"You don't, Jungkook. You just like the idea of having a male omega prey, a rare delicacy, getting
on his knees for you. You even have me hidden from your family because getting up for me is not
even an option." Jimin stepped closer to his own door. The strong smell was making him feel
nauseated. The headache was getting heavier; from watching Jungkook's lost expression, from
Hobi's words reminding him of his reality, from feeling like he was alone in this. "I'm not what
your family wants and I don't want to be! I don't want to be linked to you if I have to be stepped on
by more predators! How selfish can you be that knowing how painful this has been for me, you still
chase your own pleasure!?

The conversation was shut down with a slam that ended up being the backdrop for the last
exchange they would have for days.
 ─────── · ⅩⅤⅡ · ───────

"So..." Jimin tossed his hair to one side. The wound was more than healed, and the traces of the
bruised skin faded. "You were hit by a car?"

Hobi put his phone aside. He had been typing something on it the whole time. "That night I went to
join my classmates." The blond's brown eyes had been on him ever since he got in. Jimin hadn't
stopped touching him. Even now, his fingers were entwined with the beta's. But his hands were
shaking.

He had already told him three times. Yet Jimin still kept asking. And he would ask again before the
hour ended. Hoseok knew his friend. The worry never faded from his conscience when it came to
people dear to him. That circle narrowed to only Hoseok.

And hopefully not that monster too.

"Why didn't you tell me anything?" Again. He sounded so furious about that. He had every right to.
But... was Hoseok allowed to even say anything?
At any moment his mother would come. Warn him of how dangerous he was playing letting Jimin
around him. It sounded like the worst joke.

High heels rang through the corridor and Hobi straightened as best he could, aware that someone
was approaching.

"Sweety..."

She sounded worried. Hobi lifted the heavy stare to her. "Mom..."

Brown eyes met him, watery. The woman's hair fell over her downcast gaze. She looked at him with
sorrow. Her son was practically purple, bandages closing open wounds. His lip was swollen and
stitched, the result of having been split.

She walked over to him intending to hug her son but she couldn't. Hoseok didn't know what to say.
The whole thing embarrassed him. "Who did this to you...?"

Just remembering his eyes made the beta's blood boil. Hobi clenched a fist as he felt his mother's
warm hands caress his cheek. At least the touch didn't hurt.

"Jeon Jungkook" another voice interjected from the doorway. The beta and his mother glanced at
the alpha of the family.

"Mom..." Hobi swallowed the whine at the hard stare of his other mother. The omega at his side
turned to her son, eyes still puffy from crying. His mother was very sensitive and delicate about
these things. She had a hard time with the slightest hint that someone precious to her was in
trouble.

"Why is Kang-Dae's son targeting you, Hoseok?" Her hard voice tilted to an anxious worry. "What
did you do to involve us with them?"

His omega mother was just as surprised as him, but she collected herself quickly. "He just woke up,
leave him alone—"

"Shut up" growled the alpha at her mate. Hoseok's mother pursed her lips and looked down. The
young beta stared at the interaction in shock.

"Don't speak to her like that" he warned as he tried to straighten his back over the bed. The painful
pangs striking him from every inch of his skin had him flinching before attempting to move.

"She's right, Hobi." The omega sniffed her tears away. "We... We can't afford to be involved with
that family."

"Just what are you talking about!?" The beta glanced between the two, scared. He was the one
chained to a bed right now, and this was their main worry!?

The alpha sat on the corner seat. His mother was not the type to speak like that to her mate.
Hoseok didn't grow up witnessing such values. The issue had to be truly bad for her to snap at her
mate like that. "You reported their son."
"Because he was fucking bullying Jimin. I'm not—"

"And look where are you right now thanks to that kid!" The alpha gritted her teeth.

"Mom!?" Hoseok couldn't believe this. "It's Jimin! How can you put the blame on him!? He's the
victim!"

"Listen, I'm happy you care that much about that kid, but there's a limit to how far you can put
yourself at risk over him" his mother murmured next to him. Her hand tightened on her son's
knuckles. She was alarmed. "Don't ever contact him again." Hoseok yanked his hand away,
horrified by her words.

"How can you say such thing...? It's Jimin, for fuck's sake!" His voice trembled. However, his
parents only gave him a bland stare. They weren't changing their minds.

"I don't care if it's Jimin. I work hard for this family and I won't let it be destroyed because of an
omega you are trying to protect from a Jeon." His mother got up. Her auburn hair slid down her
shoulders. "You will not contact him again." She turned to the door. Before crossing it, her dark
gaze turned to her son. "And that Jungkook kid didn't do anything, clear?"

Hoseok went blank, mouth half open. His chest went up and down, slowly and peacefully, mocking
his reckless state of mind.

*
"You told her... to not let me know?" Jimin probed. He was always ready to dig for more
information when he doubted someone's words.

Hoseok swallowed uncertainly. He hadn't prepared anything. Jimin was supposed to never be able
to find him, at least until he fully healed. Perhaps his decision to stay in this hospital had been the
worst. "Listen... I'm sorry" Fuck. This was so out of character. Hoseok wasn't used to hiding shit
from Jimin. "I didn't want to worry you. I wanted to wait until I recovered. I... I was unconscious
for a few days."

"So you woke up a few days ago?" Another one. The interrogation was never going to end. "Why
didn't you first contact me? You know we never hide anything from each other, so why...?"

"I... don't know." Hoseok was speechless. His mouth went dry. "I'm sorry. I was so lost I couldn't—"

"Your parents ignored me."

"You know how they are. My mother was so mad about what happened." He looked to the sides. His
hands were sweating. What a shit excuse. "She was stressed out about my situation. And... I...
Listen, it's all good now. I'm glad you found me. Can we not talk about this anymore? My head
hurts."

Hoseok faked a migraine pang, grabbing his head with a scowl growing on his forehead. Jimin
gasped, scared. "Take it easy. I'm sorry for asking so much," he said caressing his friend's cheek.
Hoseok left his eyes closed to avoid crying. The touch of the omega's hand over his skin did not
help ease the ache of seeing him again. How much he missed hearing his voice.
Two knocks brought both guys' attention to the door. "Come in." Hoseok squeezed Jimin's hand as
the shadow above the door was revealed when the sliding wall moved. The thin, pale figure in the
doorway stepped in. "Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting something?" His voice made the omega balk.

"No, Yoongi. I'm glad you came," Hoseok lied. He glanced at Jimin, who was still staring at the
guy. A slight frown was prouting on his forehead. "This is my friend," he said to the guy when he
turned to him, looking for an answer.

"I've never met him." His words lacked curiosity. He was still suspecting the sketchy situation.
From time to time he looked at the wounds on Hoseok's skin, and that did not help ease the guilt
that the beta felt.

Because he wasn't his friend. "I'm the one that brought him to this hospital." Hoseok prayed that
this lie would pass through Jimin's skull. "Min Yoongi, nice to meet you." A pale hand was held out
in front of Jimin. The omega did not return the gesture immediately. He stared at the wrinkles in the
alpha's palm and when it seemed that he wasn't going to return the gesture, Jimin placed his hand
in the hollow of Yoongi's.

"Jimin."

If his family couldn't attack directly, this is all he had. He let himself sink onto the hospital pillow.
He was sick from looking at the same white walls, or the sound of the diffuser next to him. It was a
premium room yet all Hoseok saw was a cage.

His recovery was slower than he wished. Even with the exhaustive attention the professionals
poured over him Hoseok never felt like he reached the final line, the one where he was back to his
lessons, to his normal life.

Back to Jimin's arms, to his cheerful life...

That bastard's face was tattooed under his eyelids. He was the one that took everything away from
Hoseok. His happiness, and his friend. You could still feel the smell of cologne on the poor omega.
Jimin wasn't even aware of it. His friend was so kind and forgiving that he had been converted to a
snake's pet. From the moment he had walked through those doors the scent sent shivers down
Hoseok's spine. He could almost visualize the shape of that monster behind his friend, wrapped
around him in his animal form.

He didn't smell like himself anymore. The bunny scent was gone. Jimin smelled like alpha, like
predator. Everyone could tell except him. And it made sense. That dude had managed to move the
wires and make Jimin, some-fucking-how, end up isolated and so brainwashed into his game. The
omega had a weak spot that Jungkook had probably noticed. His friends. He was easy to mold if
the friend card was used on him.

And damn if Hoseok wasn't going to abuse it.

Lack of sleep bothered him. These last nights he hadn't slept a wink, too distracted with Jimin. The
omega was thrown all day next to him chatting nonstop over everything. His doubts remained in
every conversation they had and Hoseok was even surprised he could go on lying to the omega.

His parents only came from time to time now that he wasn't in danger. With his mother's tight
schedule Hoseok spent every day alone, staring into the window. No Jimin to chat with, no one at
all.

They were the conversations with the Yoongi guy that had been a good distraction. And a helpful
hand Hoseok was going to use.

Jungkook knew he couldn't be reported or sued by a beta. Hoseok could, if he wanted to lose
millions and millions of won, his family's reputation and a certified bankruptcy coming his way.
His parents hadn't taken any action simply because of that; it wasn't a simple college boys fight.
Hoseok had long ago surrendered to his mother's words after a few days. He couldn't involve his
family further...
...but he could take away Jimin.

According to the omega's words, and the very same words Yoongi told him, Jungkook finally had a
weak point to hit. His friend was a victim who played an important part in that madman's game. He
had killed for Jimin, even cooked and shit for the omega he used to bully.

A change of heart that only put him on the spot. Any small tug from the beta and Jimin would drop
Jungkook. He didn't even like him enough to acknowledge fucking the guy —Hoseok could tell
when his friend had been sent to an orgasmic heaven back and forth. He just had that glow. For
now, it was his words that had to fall gently to Jimin. Drag him back to him and then, finally, tell
him the truth. He could do it now, but he didn't know how serious his actions would be later.

The sound of branches shaking against the rain made him get up to check the outside. He missed
taking a good walk through the streets. Hoseok approached the sliding door and stepped out into
the rear aisle of the building. No one got in the bright moon's way, not even the harsh drizzle the
weather carried. Every light inside was off. He walked out into the starry night despite the hazy
rain.

"Eh—" An abrupt jolt froze his muscles as he noticed the tall figure under the moon. Sodden
shoulders held a dripping black head embraced by the absence of light. "Why are you here!?"
Hoseok clamored in horror, legs already arranged to run away. He hadn't seen that face for weeks.
Smelling this creature in his friend had made the past nights a sleepless torture.

Thick drops smashed against the messy strands fallen across his forehead. His hands weren't empty;
an umbrella in one and car keys in the other. "Long time no see."
Hoseok's gaze diverted to the ground. Shiny black shoes stepped over a bulge in the soil. Jungkook
pressed his weight against the wet earth; a high-pitched squeak came from the animal— a rat . The
dirty garden rarely was taken care of. "Why are you here!? Leave me alone!" Unconsciously, the
beta's fingers slipped off the edge, not earning him the desired grip. Nerves on edge fogged his
reaction. The sight of that face turned the fight-or-flight in him. Hoseok hated the emotion to its
core.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. His lips parted. The dim red of the blood on his teeth gleamed to the
beta's eyes. He was chewing on it. "A quick visit." All it took him was a step to stand right at
Hoseok’s nose, their stances almost becoming one in the short distance separating them. Wetness in
the form of smell permeated the corridor. The effect of the rain kissing the earth. "After all, I'm the
one that put you here." His fangs greeted the quivering beta. "Though I believe your place should
be in a graveyard." Jungkook's cold fingers swathed around his neck. The gesture had been so fast
Hoseok didn't register it. He gasped in horror as his back hit the inner wall. A trickle of air
strangled into a miserable cry vibrated between his lips. "Yet my kindness gave you a chance with
life, again."

"S-sto—" His voice tightened to a wretched squeak for help. Hoseok placed his trembling fingers
on the steel ring of rough fingers circling his respiratory track. A peek into the raw void with no
turning-back ticket faced him when he made eye contact with the predator. He couldn't stare for too
long. It was unnerving.

"One more minute and you'll be dying in my arms" Jungkook muttered, watching the beta
struggling to breathe. "What should I do with you, Hobi ?" His fingers squeezed harder. The beta
jerked in alarm. The motherfucker could easily snap his neck but he rather watched Hoseok squirm
under his power. "You keep being a nuisance on my way."

"Ngh—" His feet hardly touched the ground when the hand pressed upwards, choking him harder.
He couldn't move a millimeter away from where Jungkook wanted him.

"Coming back to his mind every fucking day, when all there should be is me." Jungkook mused.
"He must've been so happy after discovering the cockroach was still roaming around him. A lovely
reunion, isn't it?" Sweat dotted the beta's forehead. "No need to fear for your life." A raw chuckle
rumbled past his throat. "I won't kill you. That would be fool of me."

"Jimin will never stay with your psychotic ass" spat the beta against the tall figure gagging him in
the spot. Jungkook's impassive face did not shrink, looking like an eternal picture taken from
Hoseok’s deepest nightmares. Traces of blood from his nibbled tongue escaped from his pursed
lips.

Air seized through the predator's nostrils, cutting through the no longer pure silence of the rain. It
made the beast furious. Beast, because Hoseok believed no human who behaved in such a way
deserved any other name. "Did he tell you why he smelled so much like me?" The beta's response
barely made it out of his stifled condition. "I've been breeding him nonstop every single time he
was planning to walk out of my roof. Making sure he reeked of my cum, of me , the one who owns
him while your sorry existence remains in that bed. It must've been a pleasant feeling." The hatred
in his eyes was so rough Hoseok felt he had committed a crime against him. But he didn't even
know this man beyond his horrible actions. All Hoseok had done was try to protect his friend from
this threat. Yet the hand wrapped around his neck, whose fingers made him feel smaller than he
was, had a steel grip that pointed out that his presence irked the worst in the alpha. An atrocity
committed against a Jeon.

" Nngh ..." he gagged with difficulty. His fingernails dug into the predator's open hold; a gutsy
move that sparked off no reaction. Pure evil pulsated in searing waves from those dim eyes. A
hostility Hoseok feared not for himself, but for his poor friend.

"Whatever your words might be, you'll only have yourself to blame." Jungkook breathed down his
face. He smelled of rain, cologne, and hatred. "You might turn this game against me." The alpha's
hand slackened its grip and soon he released the beta from his punishment. "But I rarely lose when
I desire something."

Hoseok slipped to the ground. His bobbling fingers reached for his neck. "Son of a bitch," he
snarled in a harsh breath. His lungs swelled and deflated with the intent of earning a bit more of the
wet air outside. The ground under his ass barely felt cold, defeated by the burning sensation on his
chest. Hoseok never took his eyes off the intruder. "Jimin won't be your play doll forever. You are
already losing him."

"True," Jungkook admitted, unamused. "It can't be helped, but the result is what matters, after all."
He took a step back, returning to the cold rain outside. The thick navy coat over his shoulders
reached down to his knees. Beneath, the black turtleneck gave the feeling that the alpha's head was
floating, that his body was immersed in the darkness of the open garden. "Have your fun at my
cost. Consider it my gift for your meeting," he murmured. Not a trace of shame in that tone. "Just
don't forget that I always have the last word."

His mocking grin stuck with Hoseok for the rest of the night. Even as he tried to sleep to ease the
feeling of danger hovering over his senses, Jungkook's cold hand remained a phantom around his
neck.

─────── · ⅩⅤⅡ · ───────

Jimin stormed out of the class in jerky steps. His belongings were dangling from his bag as he
attempted to arrange them inside while strolling down the corridor. His classmates went ahead
without him with no glance spared. His existence was less than that of an ant. He was neither
spoken to nor looked at. It was worse than being isolated in an empty room. Jimin had tried to
participate in class from time to time, but the lack of interest shown by his professors and
classmates every time he talked discouraged him. He was like a fucking bullied kid.

This summer's Jimin would have flipped if he saw the current situation. No one to hang out with,
no one to— "You look sad." Kai captured his shoulder gently. His fingers felt warm.

"I am," Jimin said, an apologetic expression tainting his features. "Coming here every day makes
me suicidal."

Kai made a face. He truly felt bad for the omega. The guy either was really good at faking his
feelings about him or he was an open book. Carrying his feelings on his sleeve, with no worry to
stop him. "What's your schedule for today? Do you have any seminars?"

Jimin tried to remember. The page of his schedule popped into his mind and he located this day. "I
have a few this week, including today." At least the one in the lab only happened once a month, and
he wouldn't have to play lab partners with Jungkook for another week. "My head hurts."

"From studying, maybe?" Kai strolled beside him, his hands in his pockets. Behind Jimin, his lofty
stature resembled a large tree. "You have plenty of time to catch up on that later, you know. Why
don't you join—"

"I'm not joining shit." Jimin was quick to say but regretted his rude tone. "Sorry. I just... I feel
depressed with everything that's going on right now."
Kai reached out a warm hand over his arm. "Don't even worry about that. I was going to suggest
you meet my friends but I think it's better if we both went somewhere else." Jimin cast a peek at
him. "Maybe have lunch?"

The omega marinated in the option. He still had a lesson in the afternoon, and he was too tired to
take a taxi merely to go home and eat. "I don't want to go to the alpha building."

Kai looked at him in disbelief. "Of course not! That place is hell." Jimin sat on the bench outside
the campus, but this time in the back area. The seat bars felt cold and wet against his ass. Kai
followed his actions and dropped over the seat. "After what happened with Minrae it feels like
they've gotten worse."

"How?" He was distracted by watching people leave class. Most came back to their dorms,
conversing with their peers. Occasionally, laughter cackled when some students waved their hands
while telling their buddies something.

Jin.

Jimin took a second look at the ground. His sneakers were a bit dirty. "He's become a meme now.
They've got feral with jokes and shit. It's annoying."

"They are alphas," Jimin excused them. Kai took out a bag of snacks from his backpack. Noticing
the omega's look, the bag was pushed to his nose. "No need, I'm not hungry."
"I knew you'd say that," the alpha commented. Jimin remained silent, curious. "You look depressed
all the time."

The blond gasped. "Well, I'm sorry then? There's a lot going on in my life."

"Calm down," Kai interrupted. His fingers rested on Jimin's shoulder. "I'm aware of what you've
been through. You even told me your friend is in hospital too... I'm not pressing you to change that,
but if you fall too deep in that hole, you're never making it out."

He figured that out. A long time ago he had a dream where he used to be on the edge but he had
already fallen a long time ago. And then Jimin, like the rest of his problems, rested sunk in that
bottomless bit. Jin, Daehyun, all of them were crying uncontrollably in that pool of tragedies. When
he raised his hand in hopes to be lifted from it, no one came.

From the edge, however, Jungkook's eyes peeked out.

Jungkook...

"I don't understand how you get along with that guy," Kai muttered, staring across the campus. "He
looks like he'd spit in your face for looking at him the wrong way."

Jimin raised his head. The dim eyes greeted his, as if they were waiting for him to reciprocate his
gaze.
The predator was alone, carrying his laptop and some notes under his arm. He still had
extracurricular activities to attend. His attractive face remained solemn as he peered shamelessly at
Jimin and Kai.

"He's indeed rude," Jimin said distractedly. When he thought about it, he remembered how
Jungkook wasn't always this way. He'd spent enough time with him to realize that his personality
wasn't a black or white canvas. Some things hardened him, and others made him blush.

It made him wonder if all those sides he had seen from Jungkook were just an act. He was good at
making one feel drawn to him, and Jimin had no proof he stood higher than other omegas. For all
he knew, this all could've been a bet.

The blond sighed and dropped his eyes back to the ground. He was so hopeless that he believed
Jungkook was still playing games with him. If the alpha was capable of killing people, he was also
capable of putting on an act in order to mold someone like Jimin.

His actions didn't bother Jimin badly enough. His feelings ...did.

And it was ironic. Because Jimin would never agree to a romance with him. He couldn't allow that
betrayal to himself as much as his omega wanted.

"Uh..." Kai made a strangled noise. Jimin's gaze was drawn to a pair of black shoes in front of him.
"In the middle of the campus? Someone could see us," he was fast to comment, uninterested.
Jungkook's shadow over his head didn't daunt him.

"I can't even get to chat with you but you have all the time in the world to interact with
cockroaches?" he said annoyed. Jimin squinted his eyes.

Huh...

Jungkook looked sick. He hadn't noticed the other night but the predator looked like he had caught
rabies.

"Leave him alone." Kai rose to intimidate with his height.

The predator stared at Jimin. "Sit the fuck down." The alpha snarled against him but Jungkook
remained impassive. "Behave like the background character you are."

"Let's just go, Kai," Jimin huffed tiredly. He collected his things and got up. The young alpha
repeated the action.

"Jimin," Jungkook reached, grabbing his elbow. The omega yanked himself away. He looked
around, startled. The paranoia of being seen scared him.
"I don't want to get bullied again," the omega stated. The alpha's sick face turned enraged. "So don't
talk to me in public here."

Jungkook clenched his hand and stiffened. He knew it was inevitable, but the speed with which
things had changed was grating on his nerves. Jimin saw nothing but his friend. That loser who
couldn't even stand up for him because of his family and the omega had become his maid in what,
two hours?

He dived once more. When Jungkook leaped on his target — the fucking basket — and dunked the
ball, the alphas under his weight almost toppled to the ground. His legs jumped from side to side of
the track.

His teammates' gasps were not long behind him. Those who were in athletics were still keeping his
pace. Jungkook touched the ball and felt on the mission to score no matter what. Nobody had
promised him that the universe would grant him a wish for putting the ball in eighty times; it was
his frustrated brain needing to burn the anger away, since he couldn't pour it over Jimin.

With his dicks.

Since when did he even think that way, anyway? He wasn't the kind of person to think twice over
his behavior or how it could affect someone else.
And he didn't, he really didn't.

It was just Jimin that he couldn't apply the rule to. There were limits that Jungkook couldn't cross
anymore. He was embarrassed to think that he had fallen so low. Disregarding the omega held the
dark side of the coin. But now that he did, Jungkook was biting his own tongue.

The ball went through the basket once more. Jungkook landed on the ground. His legs vibrated as a
result of the weight. He was sweating from the rut he had been trying to avoid all day. He took a
step back to grab the ball. His gaze was drawn to the open door, through which the road to the gates
could be seen.

The memory came to him.

Jimin.

Jimin screaming in his face.

Jungkook stopped suddenly. He no longer wanted to play. He was depressed and wanted to fuck. A
case of blue balls didn't define good enough what he was going through.

"The coach is calling for us, c'mon," an alpha mumbled behind him. Jungkook fastened his thermal
jacket. The ball moved from one palm to the other, but he remained motionless. His gaze stayed
fixed on the way Jimin had left.
The night before Jungkook had been worse. Jimin never spoke with him again. He avoided meeting
him, like he already knew what was going on. But he didn't and Jungkook couldn't bring himself to
change his mind because there was no point in doing so. Not when, sooner or later, Jimin was going
to be hit with the truth. He was so fed up with the alpha and this time there seemed to be less space
to manipulate him into getting back to him. Jungkook watched the ball spin on his finger.

He had to let go at some point. And then, pull harder. Jungkook wasn't an asshole, he knew that the
ups and downs were a reality in his relationship with Jimin. An immovable premonition when there
were secrets surrounding them on every corner. He hated to lose but there was only so much one
could do to regain his place.

"Do you have... feelings for me?"

The answer was clear. This was a fixation. "I don't," Jungkook whispered against the ball.
Hyungsik glanced at him.

"No what?"

"I don't want to play this shit," he huffed exhaustedly. Without further ado, he threw the ball away
in the middle of the hall and took off his jacket. Fuck this shit. The coach was already rushing to
ask him why he was leaving. "I think I'm on my rut," Jungkook admitted as he reached down to
pick up his backpack. "I can't play with two boners, can I?"

The man looked at him perplexed. Jungkook didn't have the sharpest way with words when he was
upset. These last few days hadn't treated him well. There was the fact that he had to go to the stupid
brainless party that his brother threw every year to beg for attention, and in this edition's recipe
Haneul had decided to join in. And then, there was also the fact that he wanted to fuck.

But not the soft shit he had been doing to Jimin.

Jungkook wanted to break someone's ass. Fuck their brain out of them; have the tight body
surround his cocks every second of the day. Semen pumped through his middle with every dark
thought. His alpha was so depraved of sex that it felt like some kind of daring he had with the
human vessel, Jungkook. He had been a little angel these days. His body didn't have the patience to
fuck with just one cock. He wanted to mount an omega for days and leave him unconscious. The
most depraved images came alive in his mind. And in all of them, unfortunately for Jungkook, that
omega with blond hair and a toned body was the only muse of his mind.

Though for Jungkook's incredible luck, the chances of ending up emptying his balls in Jimin were
closer to nil than one.

"Can we sleep together?" A thread slowly thinning to silence; that was the sensation of his voice.
The door was held against the frame but he barely touched it. His shadow did, though.
"Leave me alone." Jungkook clenched the pillow in his hands. The corner of his vision rose to take
a glimpse of the hallway clock seen from the open door. Two hours. Two hours and his brother
would slip in again. Under the house that bound him so tightly where the wolf's den from which he
could not escape remained.

The idea had crossed his thoughts many times. To leave; run away. But he couldn't. He just
couldn't. Father would chase him beneath land and water to drag him back to his torment.

"Why not?" Min-Su's little voice always lacked the dark taint the adults around him had. A purity
Jungkook wished he still carried in his skin.

It made him angry seeing it. How his little brother didn't go through the same things he did. It filled
him with a putrid hatred that gnawed at his soul until what little affection he had left in him
cracked into a thousand fragments.

Short, bare legs ended under the white silk dress. At the beginning of his shoulders rested that long,
brown hair; lighter than the long eyelashes that flickered to his older brother whenever he spoke,
letting those big eyes capture him on a bigger scale. It made Jungkook so mad. He had imagined
ripping his brother's face off with a knife. The kid was so small and fragile. Easy to break, just like
Jungkook. Maybe Jungkook would be satisfied if he still received that adoring gaze after that.

"Omegas don't sleep with alphas" he spat, sitting up. It was a meaningless comment in the current
context. That was his little brother, not just an omega.

Min-Su reiterated his thoughts. "We are brothers," he received from the corner of the room.
Something pierced his skin at those words. Jungkook felt a ball of disgust squeeze his insides.
Brothers. Blood mixed from the same heart.
Yet that had been a limit that Jungkook didn't have the privilege to preserve. "I don't want to sleep
with you. Leave," was repeated. The little alpha was growing impatient. Today had not been his
best day. He had been stressed by yesterday's uncomfortable memory. The suitcase closed over his
head. The way in which every time he blinked and the black of the sheet of his eyelids covered his
vision, a rattle of icy dots against the surface crawled back to his mind. Hide-and-seek , Eunwoo
liked to call it. But the name did not live up to the game. Jungkook was dragged to a close space
and pushed into it like an animal about to be slaughtered. Closets, under the table, beneath the
bed.

Bathroom.

The older kid’s teeth clattered. "Kook?" Jungkook glanced down at his hands to erase the memory
away, yet it was futile. Images of the bathtub filled to the rim and his vision reaching deep from it
scraped its way out of his brain. Bubbles had escaped from his lips. The blurred face of a smile. He
had almost drowned at Eunwoo’s will. "Jungkookie—"

"I said leave!" His feet hit the ground before he lunged at the omega behind the door. Jungkook was
not content to just push him away from the room. "Always chasing me! Leave me alone!"

Thud.

Min-su's eyes fell further in the span of a blink and then he was at the end of the stairs. His body
tumbled down the stairs and fell frozen from the shock. Tears escaped from his red cheeks. The
living room lights got turned on before their mother rushed in.

Two seconds . That had been fast. "Jungkook! What have you done!?" His mother clamored,
running towards his little brother on the surface of the first floor. Several servants had rushed to the
commotion that had erupted in the middle of the night.

Min-Su cried out in pain. His head ached from the heavy fall. He clutched his mother's aching,
trembling back holding his painful sobs.

" You ." The alpha shifted his eyes to his father's voice. "Go back to your room. You'll remain there
for the next days."

But you welcome Eunwoo to eat at that table every day , Jungkook wanted to say. But no one
listened to him anyways. The darkness in the old man's gaze was always punishing when he looked
at his youngest alpha son. The kid could sense the hostility under those black eyes.

Jungkook turned to his little brother, meters away from him, shaking from the ache of the fall.

He didn't feel bad. On the contrary, the outcome of what he just did fueled the hatred trapped in his
chest. Jungkook knew that if it had been him who had been pushed down those stairs, the lights
would never have been turned on. His mother would never have interrupted her sleep to hurry and
take care of him. Father wouldn't have moved a muscle.

Eunwoo had broken him in pieces and not a single time Father had picked one memory and held it
between his fingers. Instead, that hand that Jungkook used to wish to ruffle his head when he
achieved something was always on Eunwoo's shoulder. Praising him.

Cheering him.
Giving him everything he denied Jungkook from.

Min-su's loud crying soothed his thoughts. Jungkook felt fury as soon as he saw his brother still
hollering over a little push. And still, people around him acted like it was a big deal. Omegas were
so privileged.

"Hey," a voice whispered. A hand nudged his shoulder several times. He felt his chest shake against
the bed but Jungkook was still trapped in the dream. The flavor coating his tongue tasted metallic.
His tongue stung with pain. The small cuts of his fangs against his flesh weren't deep but
aggressive enough to cut through the first layer. "Jungkook."

The alpha snapped open his eyes. His breath hitched. The hand on his body had his senses
fluttering, screaming alert. He twisted the wrist in front of his face. His murdering snarl vibrated
through his flashed teeth. Taehyung gasped in pain and tug his arm away but Jungkook refused to
let go, still somehow lost in the mental space where everything was a threat.

"Chill," his friend told him. Jungkook relaxed his fingers before almost fracturing the guy's wrist. "I
forgot you get extra paranoid with your ruts."

The alpha sat up on the bed. His body was damp with sweat. Why was he in the dorms? He glanced
out the window. It was night.

...
Where was Jimin? In the hospital, or in the apartment? Jungkook searched for his phone on the bed
under Taehyung's confused look. He was panting. Sweat had gotten into his hair, and he could feel
it adhering to the corners of his brow. The fever has spread through the dermal layers. His cocks
were throbbing with pain.

"It's quite late. You've been sleeping for hours." The comment from his friend was backed by the
time on the screen when Jungkook checked his messages. He sprang to his feet.

"I have to go," he said, pushing the alpha away. It was past dinner time and not a soul was heard on
campus.

Taehyung followed him to the shower while Jungkook was stripping off his clothes. He was having
difficulty breathing, but he was regaining control of his body. "Is that little party? You never go
anyway."

Jungkook didn't answer. He placed one foot on the shower floor, and the sensors activated the
water. A torrent of icy water lashed against his skin. The sensation made him forget about the fever.
The alpha pushed back his hair and closed his eyes. He had to drive at these hours and in this state.
It was going to be a pain in the ass to act normal while in rut. But he knew that his brother was
going to tell his grandmother that he hadn't come if he skipped the event.

And there was nothing that annoyed Jungkook more than being scolded.

*
 *

The night was almost over. He was late not because he forgot, but because Jungkook didn't want to
go. He had never required a nap in his life, though he was knocked out after a quick basketball
game. Jungkook felt ill and exhausted as if his poison had decided to target him tonight for all his
idiotic choices. His alpha had long since ceased doing that once they understood each other, but
Jungkook now felt like his own enemy.

The Chief kept bugging him about the fucking bitch, which was just exacerbating whatever glimpse
of education and calmness Jungkook had left in him. Call after another, almost screaming at her
grandson to move his ass and save the prince in trouble. Jungkook was a villain, for fuck's sake.
People's well-being was, if anything, his aim when he was annoyed.

Jungkook rushed through the gates. His gaze was drawn to the moving heads. The massive palace
above his shoulders housed purple lamps that darkened the room. The whispers spread from one
corner to the next. "Jungkook?" His uncle came up to him. The alpha ignored him, continuing to
search for the omega. "I thought you wouldn't be here tonight."

The hand placed over his shoulder froze his muscles. The alpha shifted to look at him. "I wasn't."
The omegas behind his uncle flicked his chin. The poor lighting made it difficult to discern a black
head among all the dark tones. Since it was a Jeon event, the attires were all dark.

"We already had dinner. The famous singer your brother invited just left. There's no fun left." When
he realized his niece wasn't even listening, the man slowed down his tongue. "You look ill... and
anxious."

"I'm not". His brother's insane temperament was the source of his stress. Haneul had no reason to
be at such a celebration. His parents were simply in the same social circle. They weren't on the list
of business partners unless Jungkook had missed a detail in this.
"You also smell weird." His uncle's mate made an interjection. Jungkook pushed the man's hand
away and took a step back. Jungkook took a step back and brushed the man's hand away. For some
reason he was uneasy. "Sweet."

The rut.

"We'll talk later." Jungkook recklessly dodged them and reached the massive hall's corner. Every
minute of the night, waiters came in with trays. Any guest was served canapés on glass surfaces,
along with glasses of champagne.

He identified some of his classmates, but not Hyunsik. The guy had kept his distance after the
Minrae incident. His fingertips slid down the glass' curve. Huh. That wasn't going to pull the jerk
out of his grasp. He could never get away from Jungkook, no matter how hard he tried. Attending
extracurricular activities was an awkward experience for most of his classmates, but not for
Jungkook. One wrong look at him and the ball was shot in their faces. Minrae's kingless minions
were the only ones who thought it was a nightmare.

The damage had been minimal. No one gave a flying fuck for Minrae. Their attention to him was
like a river rising from Jungkook and other influential families. Once cut the ties, there was no
source to suck from.

When another ball of hot wetness slid down his spine, he hissed between his teeth. The crystal in
his hands was on the verge of shattering. The fucking rut. Jimin's face popped into his mind again. a
direct connection that raced to the things between his legs. He was to blame, and Jungkook prayed
to himself, his sole deity, that the following series of events would conclude with him claiming that
neck and emptying his balls in that womb.

The consequences could be dealt with later when Jungkook's thinking was clearer and not clouded
by lust and obsession as it had been in recent weeks. At this point, he didn't even recognize himself;
his reflection muttered something, and Jungkook lied between his teeth.

Jungkook had given up at some stage throughout the night. He felt way too distracted by the
hormones to be faking his concern for another omega. or another person, for that matter. He just
didn't care enough to move a finger. The place was too wide for him to kick each corner like a dog
looking for a bone he wasn't even interested in. The Chief was going to be a pain in the ass for days
if something happened, but that was a small consequence compared to the hellfire Jungkook would
face after that.

Other pleasantries came his way, but the alpha dismissed them given that he was too constantly on
the lookout for Haneul. "Looking for something?
His brother's voice had such an unnerving effect on him. A need for murder "Are you this fucking
bored?" The alphas encircling his sibling were not surprised by his question concerning him. Some
of them were old men and women with whom Jungkook's brother strove so hard to fit in, despite
only being a few years older than him. "With what right do you invite an omega out of our circles?"

"Please, it's not like we don't attend their parties." JJae-won sipped his white wine before setting it
on the floating tray next to him, which was being handled by a member of the crew. "We even do
charity on some prey parties, right?"

"You surrounding yourself with people too big to chew is the only charity going on here."
Jungkook took a look at those hostile faces. The glow in them was far from friendly. "Since you are
nothing to this family, your only support can only come from outside."

"Your aggressive reaction will not fool me," teased his brother. The guests surrounding them drifted
away from the talk, blending the two predators' auras into a single atmosphere that promised to
darken with each passing second. "And your actions, neither."

"I wouldn't be so worried about my little brother if I were you." Jungkook scoffed. "Going as far as
inviting my potential fiancee because you have so little to busy yourself with." Jae-won took those
words lightly; he was too used to that energy being sent back to him. "It appears you'd starve if the
Jeon wasn't holding your balls on a golden plate."
"Being the heir really got—"

"Ah, sorry," Jungkook retorted. His hands slid into his pocket. "I meant bronze. You are not that
useful to us." The guests crossed them from each side. A sea of tittering conversations echoed from
every corner. None of his other brothers were there. And, of course, neither did his father.

"You think you're smarter than your own kind," Jae-won sighed. "We are cut by the same knife. I
know how your venomous personality works."

Jungkook took a step further into the guy's space. When their chests touched, their height disparity
became evident. The alpha, hovering over the predator's head, gazed down at his scalp, compelling
Jae-won to look up at him. "You only know what I allow you to. Don't think I can't snap your neck
in front of the jerks you're on your knees for."

"I'm not in the mood to witness someone's death tonight." Someone interrupted. Namjoon grabbed
both attentions. When the younger alpha noticed his lack of a companion, his hopes of seeing Jin
with him were dashed. "Don't poke your brother; you know how unhinged Jungkook is."

Jae-won roared in laughter. "Nah, that's truly the only right way to describe our precious little
brother." With a mocking glimmer, his greenish eyes stared at the heir. "Mentally ill and unhinged."

Both men found the comment amusing as though Jungkook wasn't watching them. He wasn't
bothered by it. Far from it, he'd noticed Jae-won had already attempted to run, with Namjoon's
interruption offering the opportunity. His brother was a noisy motherfucker who kept his dislike for
him disguised. Only in front of the rest of the family did those jokes become daring; alone with
Jungkook, it was a death promise he refused to break. Because he didn't care. Jungkook's brain had
a burnt-out dead wire for the concept of action-consequence.

After a few quick words with the elder alpha, Jae-won left, leaving the man with Jungkook. He put
the cigar to his lips and inhaled. "Long time no see."

"Hmm...," sighed the younger alpha. Namjoon found his attitude entertaining.

"I'm feeling some hostility coming from you; what happened? Did our families fight?"

"Fight about what?" Namjoon remained silent. Jungkook's dark eyes didn't flutter as he tried to
decipher through the barrier of his bland demeanor.

"Contrary to what you might've heard, I won't cut ties with that university." He poked the cigar's
corner. The odor irritated Jungkook more than he had wanted. Perhaps because the guy hadn't taken
Jin with him, and he'd just blown an opportunity. When he sensed a breeze approaching, he jerked
out of his reverie. Namjoon was inhaling deeply while leaning his face on the alpha's neck. "That
omega scent is pissing me off."

"I apologize for not having the smell of shit as my animal scent." Jungkook shot back but didn't
move away. The alpha made the first move and backed off.

"It's brave even for someone like you to come here while in a rut." He didn't have a choice.
Jungkook was forced to participate in this train wreck for the act. Unfortunately, the fever that had
crept over his neck was clouding all of his intentions. He was supposed to be in his apartment.
Wrecking the blond in his room until his senses blacked out. "But it's good to see you. I can't seem
to catch you these days, so I figured you were avoiding me."

A dry laugh coughed out of his throat. "You are not that scary, big man." Jungkook patted his
pockets for the pack he kept in there. He had the urge after seeing the other predator smoke.
"Maybe you have your lil brother by the balls, but not a Jeon." His fingers roamed the insides of the
slit, but only emptiness filled the space. "Fuck."
"Take one." A set of cigars in a black-edged box reached his face. A sour whiff kissed him on the
nose. "C'mon, don't be a picky kid." He looked at them before pinching the tip of one of the
cylinders and pulling it out. "You look like you're dying. What are your plans for this rut?"

Jungkook brought the tip of the cigar caught between his lips closer to the lighter he had just lit.
The flare hid in his palm and sucked the flavor out of the air slipping into his throat. "Tastes like
shit," he said, twitching the corner of his mouth. "But it'll do."

"I hope you weren't part of that list of guys that joined the parade of shame at the expense of my
name," Namjoon spoke up out of nowhere. "Taehyung told me you were behind all that dorm shit."
His friend was a fucking whore for his brother. Jungkook wouldn't even be surprised if he
discovered the guy sucked his brother's cock under the table every Christmas.

The empty glasses were gathered by the server. Namjoon accepted another, but Jungkook declined
the offer. "Your omega hated me too much to open his legs for me," he retorted, side-eying the guy.

"I'm asking if you knew about his wrongdoings." The words rolled off the tongue harsher than he
had intended, and Namjoon's wrinkles appeared at the tails of his eyes as he flexed back to that
smile.

"So what if I did?" "Are you going to make me your kidnapped prince too?" Namjoon's jaw ticked.
"Leave me out of your piss-poor love story."

"Look at you, as fierce as always." The man found him amusing; like some kind of animal in the
circus he was feeding from his hand. He gave up on the interrogation. Did it even matter anymore?
His omega was a whore, and those were facts he should've been glad someone told him.
"Sometimes I feel glad my brother didn't end up being as greedy as you."
"He's too brain-dead for that." Jungkook turned to the rest of the guests behind them. He could feel
Haneul somewhere, but he couldn't quite pinpoint his specific location. "When did you know about
that bitch's doing?" he darted in an attempt to sound genuinely curious after washing his hands off
the issue. "You reacted quite fast."

"It didn't catch me off guard," Namjoon chuckled. "I was aware some time ago." Jungkook was
silent. The alpha placed a rough hand on his shoulder. "Your pet is here."

He shifted his gaze to the entrance, from which some omegas were emerging. Haneul's head
straightened. He was conversing with them as if he had known them his entire life. He was, after
all, on the same level as them. A predator and an omega.

His slender waist was enveloped in a thin layer of dark purple. With all those jewels around his
delicate skin, he looked like he stepped out of a fairytale. "Fucked him yet? He has that look in his
eyes." Namjoon's grip on his shoulder tightened.

"No, not yet," Jungkook breathed, bored.

"Mmm... virgins are a blessing." Namjoon sneered across his lips. Once he studied Haneul further,
the glimmer in his gaze intensified; he was hungry. "I have a thing for little mouths." He looks like
he weighs nothing." The man wasn't lying. His type was Jin —someone who looked like he was
starving the whole time. "That omega pussy will be torn apart with just one of your dicks."

"I guess so," ungkook mumbled, standing a few meters away while witnessing the encounter. When
Haneul spotted him, a broad smile lighted his small face. He was already rushing to greet him.

"He's already crawling for your attention," Namjoon winked as he saw the omega sprint toward
him and Jungkook. "I wouldn't mind joining one of your orgies if this one will be in it." Jungkook
couldn't help but grin.
"I'll let you know, then."

"Jungkook... I came because I knew you'd be here too." Haneul spoke as soon as he was in front of
the alpha. He grabbed his hands, a bit nervous. "Uh..."

"Kim Namjoon," announced the older alpha. A hand was extended to the pretty omega. Haneul
looked unsure at Jungkook, asking in silence if it was okay to give his hand to the guy.

"Go ahead," Jungkook tilted his chin.

The delicate fingers glided into the larger hand that had been stretched for him. Namjoon kissed the
pale back of it. His lips rested on the surface for far too long, allowing his gaze to travel to Haneul's
thin arm and small face. He made no attempt to conceal it. He was depraved enough to even caress
Haneul's hand under the alpha's gaze, making the omega uncomfortable.

Jungkook watched the exchange. He wouldn't have agreed if that hand had belonged to someone
else. If the fingers entangled in Namjoon's grip belonged to a certain omega, jealousy wouldn't
even be the word to describe what would run through Jungkook's head. If someone else, apart from
him, kissed Jimin's hand. A bloodbath, probably? Nah. He wouldn't have agreed to let them sit next
to each other, to begin with. Only with Jungkook's protective hands on his waist and his scent
clogging every pore in Jimin's skin.

Anger born from imaginary scenarios had become a tradition in his mind. But now, with the rut
already unleashed, Jungkook had to take a deep breath and slow down. He fought to keep his
balance on the ground. The medicines were no longer effective. Sweat was gathering at the bottom
of his spine.
"Jungkook." Flick. The alpha blinked slowly. The ground was becoming blurry. When he turned to
the source of that voice, all he saw was a white canvas. Haneul's eyes didn't appear until his brain
started sorting each section into its rightful position. "Are you all right?" His fingers moved closer
to the alpha's face. Jungkook stepped back.

"I'm perfectly fine." He was quick to assure Haneul, who looked unconvinced.

"You look pale."

"You do, too," Jungkook had to push out a grin to divert the boy's attention away from the problem.

"True." Haneul smiled over the silly response. "Our skins contrast nicely." His eyelids lowered to
the predator's neck. Jungkook was distractedly watching his small movements and gestures, but his
mind was just getting dragged back into the rut.

He wanted to fuck.

"I suggest that next time you don't accept an invitation from my family," he commented, collecting
himself from the rut weighing his steps. Namjoon had left to chat with other guests. "You are in a
wolf's den."

"I'm aware," Haneul said, but he didn't sound convinced. He looked like he had thought that this
birthday party would be a fun event, but instead, he had been received with a certain hostility. The
omegas swarming around weren't the source of that. It was the stares and the tittering laughs
coming from alphas. The room was packed to the brim with high-level predators watching Haneul
as their new feeding source. The poor animal appeared to be preparing to climb into Jungkook's lap
and hide under his arms.
"No, but seriously, you look sick." Haneul was adamant. Jungkook raised his head. Sweat was
creating a shell over each strand of his brows. "Maybe we should..."

The alpha turned on his heels and strolled to one of the corridors. More specifically, the one that
separated the toilets from the dining room. His shoes clasped against the shiny floor. He felt like he
was going to fall to the ground. His sight kept flickering on and off.

Jungkook unfastened his jacket as soon as he entered the bathroom. He turned on the tap and
splashed water on his face. When he gazed up into the mirror, he saw the frailest version of himself.
The white sclera was obscured by the black sclera. He looked as if a glass of oil had been spilled in
his eyes. The iris had gone gray, and it was only a matter of time before it flared to a luminous
white.

The alpha scratched his eyelids several times. His heart was pumping a thousand times, practically
against his throat. Jungkook combed his hair a few times back and forth. His shirt felt too tight. His
shoes felt too small. His pants- Jungkook unbuckled them, gasping for release. He undid the zipper.
His cocks had a vivid crimson color. One of them already had a coat of precum on the head. He felt
like a fucking teenager on his first porno.

He had only himself to blame for this. He knew that this extreme reaction had been caused by the
overdose of pills. The doctor had warned him, but Jungkook still refused to listen. It was him
getting high on suppressors or jumping Jimin and breeding him till he came back to his senses. He
buttoned up his pants again after repositioning his crotch to the side of his thigh. They were too
hard to be adjusted in any other way. He had to resist the need to jerk off in the middle of the guest
toilet, all in the open.

Jungkook was surrounded by omegas. Even Haneul's scent was extra strong in his nostrils, just like
the other predators' ones. He was feeling territorial. He could barely hold back his need to fight off
the threats strong in his senses, just like the other predators' ones. Jungkook could barely contain
his want to fend off the threats as strong in his senses as those of the other animals. The only thing
that kept him on the ground was the self-control with which Jungkook refused to let go.
He exited the restroom. Jungkook quickened his pace as the loud murmur of the doors reached him.
As he walked into the room, several ladies greeted him. However, his presence caused numerous
heads to turn and the muttering became blaring. "Isn't that his omega...?" Jungkook stood quietly
in the corner. "No, he hasn't mated him yet, but I heard he got him pregnant."

"J-Jungkook..." Haneul shivered, his eyes wide, searching for help. His lips trembled and turned the
same scarlet color as his cheeks.

Haneul trembled as the cup was dumped over him. The liquid had stained his suit a rich red. His
shocked expression froze, and he looked for Jungkook's. The alpha didn't appear to want to
cooperate. Like the rest of the guests, his disdainful eyes witnessed how the liquor soaked into his
garments.

"I was expecting your brother to force himself inside those legs, as always," Namjoon remarked
from behind. "But he must've noticed you are not interested enough in that kid."

Jungkook gave him a stern look and yanked his arm away. "He is desperate for my attention. That's
all." But he didn't care enough to move. His brother intended to see if he was into Haneul. So if he
didn't, Jungkook, as usual, needn't move a muscle.

"I'd also crave the heir's attention if all my money came from working under him." Namjoon found
it funny. "But snakes are a different breed. Always at each other's throats," he mused, finding this
the highlight of his night. An amusing show.

Jungkook stepped in, taking a drink from his cup and knowing full well how this would make
Haneul behave. What he was about to say would convince everyone that he cared about the omega
and, worse, would convince the omega that Jungkook actually liked him. Moreover, he appeared to
be interested in the kitten enough to worry about him, else Jungkook's mask would be easily seen
through. "Leave him alone," he sighed. It was hard to play pretend when this was the last place he
wanted to be. He wanted to be in his apartment, under the same roof as Jimin. Breathe in his scent
and spend this annoying night deep inside him.

Haneul clung to his suit jacket with quivering fists. Jungkook felt compelled to swat his hand away
and shove his face away. His instincts were so heightened by want that he couldn't even trust
himself not to put on four the guy and push himself inside. His rut was a ticking bomb through his
veins, yet here he was protecting this omega when the one he wanted was ignoring him.

"What's wrong? I thought you didn't care about any omega," his brother chortled. The only
satisfaction that came from his tone was the fact that he had believed Jungkook right off the bat,
which was good. "Now we're playing the protective prince?"

Jungkook ignored him. He felt himself on full display, standing in the middle of the hall with a
half-shift ready to hit him. "I-I wanna leave," Haneul muttered from behind. His nails clenched the
alpha's jacket. The closer he got to his skin, the shorter the temper that kept him from chopping off
Haneul's hand.

"I will bring you a car." Jungkook turned to him. It slightly surprised him at the lack of reaction on
Haneul's face. Instead of a twisted grimace of suffering or anger, he looked serene. "Come with
me." He took out his phone to call for a driver. The cars parked in the basement belonged to the
guests, and no one was available to drive anyone at the moment. There was the option of taking
him in his car, but Jungkook couldn't bring himself to do that. Not now. Having him so close made
it feel like he'd end up murdering the first person in his path.

"He humiliated me in front of everyone..."

"Save it," Jungkook interjected as they dashed towards the exit. "I know how that went. "He does
this shit all the time." It was easy to picture the conversation that took place. It always went the
same way, though this time the omega faced a smaller punishment. His parents would grimace at
the Chief, and the old, wrinkled fossil they had for the Chief would frown at Jungkook.
The crowd of guests disintegrated. His brother stood in the center of the room, watching him walk
Haneul out the rear door. "Your family is... quite unique," sighed the omega as he walked down the
stairs to the patio. Jungkook put down his phone after the call. Haneul sat on the stairs, right in
front of the back opening, and waited for the vehicle to show up.

"This is nothing compared to the rest of them." Jungkook looked at his wet silhouette; his bare
shoulders twitching from the cold. His family's behavior was far harsher. They were cruel to each
other, and much worse to strangers. Before marrying, all of his brothers' partners, uncles, and
slightly relevant family members had been humiliated nonstop.

As long as they weren't officially linked to the family, outsiders were new toys to mess with.

Jungkook clenched his fist at the reminder. The omega sitting on the stairs wasn't far from Jimin's
slumped shoulders, damp from the wine poured over his head. Jungkook's blood began to boil at
the mere mention of the envisioned situation. His brother would not have survived the feral
reaction he would have had if that was someone else. The notion of Jimin having to go through
such things prompted a visceral response in him, forcing boiling lava to erupt from his stomach for
a brief moment.

It was there when Jungkook felt vulnerable. Too exposed. Naked, even.

He wasn't prepared. He wasn't prepared to put Jimin through all of that and make him endure the
consequences of what his family would do to him.

It was, however, too late.

Jungkook was so fucking selfish.

He desperately desired Jimin, which only drove the omega farther. This wasn't intended to happen.
It should had been him submitting to Jungkook's will, with Jungkook not caring what he felt or
didn't feel. "Won't you give me your jacket? My suit is all wet." The little voice snapped him out of
the swarm of thoughts. Haneul looked up at him from behind, gaze unreadable. His fingers sank
into his pale arms, which turned white from the deep push in his skin. Traces of wine in his hair
could be seen sliding down the curves of his damp locks. Jungkook's silence spoke for him. "You're
so mean," Haneul chuckled but the tone didn't reach past his cheeks. "Are you scared my scent will
cling to your clothes?"

"I'm scared you will smell like me."

"I'd be happy with that."

"Well, I wouldn't."

The two remained quiet. Haneul lowered his eyelashes and squinted at the side profile next to him.
His hands were no longer trying to reach the alpha. "I keep wondering if you treat differently the
people you like."

"Everyone does that," scoffed the alpha. Haneul didn't seem to mind, but he didn't smile. He gave
the impression of being... somber.

"But I'm not wrong, am I?"

Jungkook regarded him with contempt. "You aren't." The alpha brought his face closer. "The people
I like," The omega remained motionless, his gaze never leaving the predator's. Jungkook's hot
breath landed on his face. "They get my protection, my attention." The hint sank into the air. The
omega blinked slowly and pursed his lips. "If you want that, then..." The words never got
completed. Jungkook sprang to his feet and turned on his heels when he noticed the car coming
their way.

"I want to be one of them." Haneul rushed to say. The alpha ceased his walk. "I want the chance to
be your omega."

"That chance is already taken." The words created a void that only became heavier when the alpha
left. Haneul promised to contact him later before his car drove down the hill, but Jungkook couldn't
hear him as he was engulfed by the fever that crippled every inch of his body.

─────── · ⅩⅤⅡ · ───────

Jimin came to a halt when he noticed the heavy odor emanating from the entrance. His fingers
brushed across the counter. His shadow was dark before the lights went on. "Jimin." The omega
grabbed the edge. His feet threatened to throw him back. Something was wrong. Weird. "Jimin..."
The plea was laced with lust, an emotion the omega felt struck by. Jungkook approached him and
the blond swerved around the counter. His reaction irritated the alpha even more. "Don't run from
me."

"It's your rut, isn't it?" The words trembled from his lips. He was alone with him tonight, as well as
the rest of the nights left for him to move out. He had nowhere to go and nothing booked to save
himself. "You smell..."

It was the same smell from that night. Nauseating, but difficult not to bend to. Before those pills got
in the way, Jungkook was a time bomb. One that happened to be waiting for the worst moment to
explode.

The alpha circled the right side of the table, never taking his eyes away from Jimin's. His cheeks
were flushed. The trail of the aroma of something sweet and a familiar odor took over the room.
Cum. His steps carried him closer to the omega, but Jimin extended the gap again. "No."

Jungkook gritted his teeth. "Why are you flinching?" His nostrils flared in anger. The coat slid
down his shoulders and he dashed to force Jimin up against the nearest surface. It happened so fast.
The omega didn't even catch time to regain his balance before being smacked by the wall behind
him. A gasp burst out of Jimin.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" The omega slammed his chest as hard as he could yet his
shrieks were shut down by a forceful kiss. He hissed at the feeling of fangs biting on his tongue.
Jungkook dug harder when the prey tried to yank himself away.

Hobi's words felt like two arms yanking him away from the firm hands that held him in place. His
words, which always carried a unique weight for Jimin, reverberated in the back of his mind like an
unanswered phone call. Jimin couldn't afford to not answer it this time. Not with the shame of
letting himself go this far resurfacing.

"Jungkook," he exhaled harshly before a tongue was forced down his throat. Heat emanated from
his body at dangerously hot temperatures. His fingertips reached the rim of the omega's briefs. The
alpha placed his arms around him, a hug followed by a kiss that Jimin fought hard not to accept.
"Spend my rut with me," Jungkook rasped against his neck. "I need to be inside you."

"No." The blond spat against the slurred lustful words. Jungkook's scarlet face was a sight he wasn't
accustomed to seeing, and while it sent a flurry of butterflies through Jimin's stomach, his
conscience wouldn't let him dig his grave tonight. "I don't want to. You always get away with
whatever you want."

"Do I?" Jungkook looked at him in disbelief. His arms refused to let go. Jimin was suffocating
between him and the wall. "I want you but you just keep running away from me."

"Because you make me want to run away!" The omega tried another failed attempt to push the
chest off himself. "I don't want to be trapped in this whatever we're doing. Sex is only making this
complicated!"

"I can't let you go."

"What?" Jimin looked at him in shock. That tone terrified him, not because Jungkook would hurt
him, but because that regard in his eyes held a state of mind that was triggered whenever the omega
was avoiding him. He had seen it before. It never meant good things. "Let go of me, Jungkook; I
never made a promise to spend your rut together. I'm here because you cornered me into this
situation!"

A fierce kiss that culminated in a collision of teeth ripped through his words. Jimin, unwilling,
refused to fully open his mouth and be drawn into this. His friend's concern over his situation had
him in a chokehold. Jimin was playing with fire, and now it was biting him in the ass.

The omega struggled countless times. Only grunts escaped from the clash of lips. There was no
tongue involved. Jungkook's hands tried to force him against the wall and Jimin kept squirming
although his wrists were chained back to the alpha. Just like that night, the rut had Jungkook weak,
which helped with the power imbalance Jimin took advantage of.
His lips broke free. Jimin dropped his head down. His erratic breathing combined with the alpha's.

Enough.

"Ah..." Jungkook exhaled a sigh and his breath stuttered. "As expected, I can't do it." The predator's
skull collided into Jimin's shoulder. The omega realized how high his temperature was getting. Was
that normal? The veins pounding beneath the skin on his forehead. "I can't force you."

"Then let me go," Jimin implored. He was getting dizzy with the heavy scent clogging his lungs.

"It's because of that day, right? Was it my response that caused you so much pain?" His head rose
up to the omega's lips. "I wasn't lying when I said I regretted it. I swear, Jimin." The distance
remained the same even when their breaths were kissing in the air. "For making you cry... for
slapping you... for all of that, I'm..." Jimin glanced at him with anticipation. His throat was parched
and his hands perspiring. That expression on such a man made him look much worse. "I'm..."
Jungkook looked like he was in pain. His fingers dug further into his flesh. "I'm..."

I'm sorry.

He mouthed the words silently, except that the omega was unable to interpret them. Jimin was freed
from the predator's hold. Jungkook took a step back. He was breathing with difficulty. His always-
steady demeanor was evaporating in front of Jimin's gaze. Sweat flecks adorned his brow. In pain
and need, his attractive features were twisted. "I..." Jimin didn't know what to say. It was taking
everything in him not to try to appease the pain the alpha was going through. His own omega
scratched his insides, causing him to leap forward.
"You stay here," panted Jungkook. When the air sipped into his nostrils, his chest expanded. The
white iris had conquered the black one, and those snake eyes were now fixed on Jimin. "I will
spend my rut away from you. Don't worry."

With who?

"What...?" Jimin felt his knees buckle. His trembling lips did not deter the alpha from creeping
back to the door, feverish head drooping low. Where was he going? Jimin's omega wanted to follow
him, but he knew it meant spending the rest of the journey with the predator for days, with the risks
that came with a rut. Still, he asked, "Where are you going...?"

Jungkook stopped. He looked like he had been shot in the stomach, barely holding his
composure."I knew this would happen... so I can't stay here." His lifeless stare was riveted on the
blond. "I will go to my brother's hotel." That was a few streets down. He was well aware that
Jungkook expected him to join the rut. Jimin attempted everything he could to forget about it.
Them finally sleeping together had only raised the likelihood of that choice becoming a reality. "If
you..." he rasped, "If you change your mind... I'll wait for you there."

The two exchanged a silence for what felt like a long, tortuous hour, but it was a mere minute in
which, Jungkook, hopeful, waited for him to say something -promise to come to join him, or even
stay under this roof and spend the next few days fucking each other's sexual cravings out. Giving
up, the alpha crossed the room and left. Jimin had no idea how the guy would manage to leave the
building in such a state. His fever had skyrocketed, and his body was pumping with the need to
fuck his seed out and breed someone like the animal he was.

But Jimin didn't check. He didn't look out the window or call for him. Instead, he let the spacious
apartment fall on his shoulders, submerging him in the deep waters of that exquisite floor. Jimin
closed his eyes before hitting the ground with his full body. As much as he felt proud for not
succumbing to temptation and following his friend's advice, that look in his eyes remained
ingrained in his mind like a tormented phantom, refusing to go for the rest of the night.
 ─────── · ⅩⅤⅡ · ───────

The doorbell rang throughout the room. Min-su rushed to the door with his hair still damp from the
shower. His bodyguard had not notified him of anything, so the stranger's identity was either
someone close or danger was literally at his door. Being the impulsive person that he was, Min-su
swung open the entrance to a face he didn't expect to see. "Jungkookie!?"

His face paled when he saw the state of his brother. The strong blow of hormones hit him in the
face. Min-su took a step back at the strong, sweet smell. "The rut..." Jungkook groaned, stepping in
with soft grunts, choked by his harsh breath. The fever had reddened his face. His dark eyebrows
furrowed in pain. He looked angry and desperate. "I can't stay at home."

Minsu helped his brother fall onto the couch. Jungkook yanked his shirt off and dropped his nude
physique on the couch. "Why not? What happened?" The omega attempted to bear his weight, but
his knees nearly gave way while trying to hoist the enormous mass of muscles. "What about
Jimin?"

Jungkook was shivering. He was perspiring profusely. His gaze had changed, hiding beneath his
tangled hair. He was breathing through his mouth, with only a small amount of air entering his
lungs.
Min-Su dropped his hand on his brother's forehead. The strong pheromones could easily knock a
hybrid down if they spent too long here. While being siblings protected him from feeling weak,
heat and ruts made family members sick and uncomfortable. He couldn't afford that, and his brother
needed to blow the steam off.

"Someone's calling you," he remarked as he looked through his brother's clothes for the device. He
patted Jungkook's pants until he noticed the bulge of the phone inside the pocket.

The predator brother was already slipping from his grasp. His eyes had closed a long time ago. "Is
it... Jimin?" but his voice was distorted.

The screen flashed someone's name but this time it rang a bell to Min-su. Min-su arched an
eyebrow, confused. Haneul. This was the guy Jungkook was playing around with, but he knew it
was just some kind of act. "My brother isn't available right now." The hush on the other end of the
call was brief.

"Why?" His small voice was gentle. Min-Su cast a peek at his brother. He looked in so much pain,
barely controlling himself from grinding on the pillow. A sight Min-su didn't want to witness at all.

"Rut" was all the omega could say. He chewed on his nail thoughtfully. If Jimin was not here, that
meant his brother wasn't planning on spending his rut with him. Maybe to not hurt him? Snakes
were too rough for some hybrids, he couldn't imagine against a bunny.

"Where's he right now?" The question was daring. Min-su was ready to shut him down, but why?
His brother always spent his ruts surrounded by omegas. His relationship with Jimin wasn't an
official one or some kind of romance, it was far from that. And even if that was the case, Jungkook
wasn't the kind of alpha to stay in one place no matter how much he liked someone, even though
his only proof of this was the blond omega he had been eyeing for a long time.
"Unless you plan to put yourself through a rut, I'm not going to give you the address," he replied.
His brother needed someone to satisfy his needs for now. If he hadn't picked Jimin, there had to be
a good reason.

"I will," Haneul replied immediately. "I can do it."

The conversation was over. Min-su hung up the phone, his body tense. Jungkook's grunts from
behind sounded agonizing, and it was a scene he despised to see. He looked at the time, counting
how long it would take him to come. The air was thickening over his head, and the pheromones
were making him restless. Min-Su had to leave before puking his stomach out.

It didn't take long for the doorbell to ring. The omega dashed over to open it. "I have to leave. I
don't know if you've done it with my brother before, but snake ruts are no joke, so..."

"I know..." The pretty guy replied, already slipping a foot inside to push the door open. He seemed
eager and hungry to get in. "Are you staying...?" The question shocked Min-su.

"No, of course not." This was so awkward. "I feel like vomiting now; I can't spend the night here."

Haneul cast a glance behind the other omega's stance, at the living room door. The low growls grew
louder. "I can ask my driver to —"

"No. I will stay in another hotel." Haneul pursed his lips in response to the rejected offer. "My
brother will probably need a few things; I'll be back from time to time to check on him." He
collected his keys and handbag and walked to the front entrance. "Weren't you a virgin? " He said
before crossing the exit, recalling the boy came from a good family, but Haneul was too
preoccupied with the loud puffing coming from the other room.p
"I'll take care of him." Was all Min-su got back. He shrugged and closed the door behind.
Whatever.

Haneul dropped his belongings and rushed into the living room as soon as the door was slammed
shut. The revelation almost brought him to his knees. He blushed unconsciously when a naked
torso welcomed him. With no gel combing it out of his forehead, Jungkook's sleeping face looked
completely different.

Haneul fixed his gaze on the exposed pectorals. Sweat beaded the flesh between his abs' clefts. The
want to touch them was already thrumming through his muscles.

He approached with uncertain steps. The air was dense in the room. Jungkook's fragrance had
permeated every nook and cranny. He did have a pleasant aroma, which was unusual for an alpha.
The guy carried it with pride, and while the rest of people usually used blockers or kept it low,
Haneul always felt impregnated by that scent every time he stood next to him. That was so
Jungkook.

He smiled, endeared by that attribute.

His knees buckled in front of the sofa. Haneul relaxed his hand over the sleeping face. His fingers
were only a breath away from the long eyelashes resting on those flushed cheeks. In the span of a
blink, a fist clenched around his thin wrist. Haneul hollered as his flesh was almost torn between
the rough fingers. "Jimin...?" Jungkook whispered, hopeful. Haneul was taken aback by the tone of
his voice. Soft and gentle, a barely audible whisper that sounded more like a beg. The omega was
terrified by the altered eyes. Before attempting to talk, he gulped the shyness away.

"I came to help... Your brother told me—"

His voice shattered the alpha's illusion. Jungkook seemed to realize he wasn't that guy, and Haneul
had suddenly become his deadliest enemy. His comfortable, almost pleasant countenance changed
into a severe scowl. "Why the fuck are you here?"

"I'm here to help."

"No one asked for your fucking help." Despite the lack of energy in his voice, his words were clear.
"Get out."

"Jungkook..." Haneul couldn't believe the order. This was the same guy who spent his rut with a
bunch of different omegas. Those weren't even rumors but facts. "Ruts are even more painful than
heats... I can assist, and you know I would—"

"I didn't ask for you." It was noticeable in his voice that he was trying to hold himself back. Back
from jumping on Haneul and beating him to a pulp. The rage washed over him in waves, as if
someone was trying to step on his territory. "Leave."

"Your brother left me here." Haneul attempted to touch his naked skin once more. The alpha
flinched and hissed at the simple brush of his fingertips on his muscles. The malevolent aura grew
stronger.

"I said leave," Jungkook ordered, furious. Haneul jumped backward when the alpha bared his
fangs, just a thread away from going ballistic on him. His body was on fire, as shown by the waves
of heat emitted from his flesh. The only thing hiding his torso and the visible boner between his
legs was the pants that looked like they were about to rip from the tent beneath them.
Haneul admitted to himself that this was so wrong. The alpha was obviously not in his senses, and
here he was presenting himself to him. Jungkook wasn't this harsh right off the bat when they
spoke. He got even more sharp when others entered his space, consequence of the rut. The name
that had slipped off his lips lingered in Haneul's mind for a long minute as he walked to the door.
Min-su had left out of nowhere, saying they needed some time alone.

The doorbell suddenly rang, and the omega hurried to turn the knob. "You..." A blond guy with
brown eyes stared back at him when the door opened. Haneul gripped the knob. He was supposed
to leave, but his feet refused to move.

"Who are you?" The blonde looked like he had been running and he seemed to recognize Haneul.

"I should be asking the same," said the blond guy. He was definitely an omega. Haneul looked so
small next to him. The face across from him wasn't that defined but had softer features. Light lashes
framed his large eyes. Under them, A small nose stood in the middle of his face, and a pair of
luscious lips were locked together in a thick line down the same path of his face. His body was
more muscular and toned than Haneul's, but it was his long legs that stood out. "Who are you?"
Where's Jungkook...?"

Panic took over him. "Haneul, I'm... I'm Jungkook's—"

His name earned a shocking reaction from the taller guy. For a short instant, his gorgeous face
turned pale, but he quickly collected himself. "Why are you here? Did he tell you to come to this
place?" Each question seemed agonizing to ask. His tone was tinged with surprise and irritation.
There was no denying it; this was Jimin. The reminder of the name made the omega tense. Haneul
noticed from the corner of his eye the blond guy curling his hand into a fist.

"I-"
 "Did he call you here to spend his rut together?" The daring tone annoyed him.

Haneul didn't even register his own words before letting them escape his vocal cords.

"Yeah, that's why I'm here."

Jimin left the place after that answer, never turning back as he walked down the stairs in silence.
The heartbreak from that answer grew louder; as if the crystals that made up his heart were
cracking and falling to the ground with each step.

Haneul had no choice but to leave since not only had Jungkook rejected him, but the person who
had just left was the one in his thoughts despite the fact that he had a stunning beauty in front of
him. He had to let the guy spend his rut alone, but his competitive inner omega told him not to stay
at the door and make that blond dude believe he was taking his place in Jungkook's arms.

Though the only thing those hands seemed to want to hold was that Jimin guy.

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Chapter Summary

It wasn't worth it to try to fix the mess Jimin was trapped in. It would be worse for their
relationship if he settled the stupor and went back to fuck it up again.

Chapter Notes

This is so far my longest time without updating. I already said this before but I had my
reasons. I wrote a new story for the Royal Fest so I had too much on my hands at that time.
But anyways I'm back! Btw the fic I wrote is already out but it'll appear as one of my works in
a few days. Ty for your patience!

This chapter was WAYYYYY LONGER than this but I found it too extreme so now its shorter
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Warnings for this chapter:

I won't specify to not spoil but if you're this far in the story I think it's safe to tell you to
always expect the worst. There are mentions of light gore and sexual stuff. No tags this time,
just expect the worst even if it's not that bad when you read it. I'll put a small sign before
certain parts so you can skip them. Enjoy!

Quick note:

This chapter might be a bit too much for some readers. I just wanna remind you that you're
reading a dark romance and a dead dove kind of story. There'll be some extreme mentions of
stuff that might be hard to stomach and I'm a bit tired of explaining to pple that this is
necessary for the story and the making of the characters. I could make Boy Toy way shorter by
never giving a backstory of why Jungkook is the way he is or why Jimin is the way he is but I
choose not to.

Just remember that what you're reading IS FICTION. That these are just names for the
characters of this story and that the real people ARE NOT LIKE THIS. Take it as OCs, take it
as the fanfic this is or whatever. Again, this isn't Jungkook nor Jimin, nor Yoongi nor Namjoon
nor the any idol named here. As long as you don't mix reality with the stuff you read (Just like
the fanarts you see on twt) you'll be good.
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Min-su darted at the hotel doors for a few seconds before exiting. He crossed the street, clutching
his things. The omega still had to go back for the rest and have them washed; he was sure as hell
that his brother would make every designer piece of his wardrobe reek for months even if he got
them soaked in the strongest detergent.
The city was crowded in the middle of the night but the sound was, little by little, culminating in a
subtle calm that grew with every passing car and marching person. The businesses were closed,
keeping only their storefront full of mannequins —dressed in vibrant dresses and accessories— that
watched him walking through the cloudy sky exposed by the moonlight.

He had no keys, much less was he registered at the door of his brother's apartment. The screen
wouldn't even detect his fingerprint. He had only a jacket on him and the clothes he had worn to go
shopping in the afternoon before being interrupted by his brother.

Min-su was having a better time here than he ever would have had at home. At least now he had it
confirmed that his father didn't care what he did and his mother —ever since noticing his closeness
with Jungkook — had pushed herself away from him too.

Min-su sighed, defeated. It wasn't worth it to marinate on the same issue. He was used to this —or
was supposed to be, if anything.

The building in which his brother resided stood out. It only took a slight lift of his head to notice
that it was hidden to the infinity kissed by the clouds. He'd purchased the last level, away from any
noise. It was amusing to see him using it so frequently now, despite the fact that he had given it up
after confirming his admission to the alpha dorms. Jungkook's motivation, like everything else he
did, had been a selfish desire. Min-su was aware of the reason this apartment hadn't been sold or set
aside even after that choice to stay in the dorms.

The setting was sophisticated. Just sniffing the air in the reception room revealed the wealth of
those who lived there. Min-su walked in looking in his bag for some way to accredit his identity.
He wasn't a celebrity to be recognized at a mere glance.

He examined the space. The elevator was occupied. On the screen, some numbers were rapidly
decaying. Min-su turned to the tables where people were chatting on his last visit —which were
now being cleaned by a worker dressed in uniform. They had to be left spotless before the next
morning.

The omega paced towards the receptionist looking at him with a smile, expectant to see him
approaching. Min-su shifted in the direction right when the elevator doors spread. Out of the corner
of his eye, he saw the shadow of a head coming out of it. Min-su took out his wallet and his ID
card. When he heard footsteps approaching the gates from behind him, he turned to see the resident
leaving. The person had rushed out of the doors, but Min-su had only caught a glimpse of their
clothing. A coat, a green one.

Min-su turned to the elevator. Mmm... Maybe he could get in if the omega would open the door for
him. The omega stepped into the elevator and pressed the last button in the row. The cubicle had
traces of a perfumed fragrance; the same one Jungkook carried with him, on his skin. It was fresh
in the air.

Doubt vanished when a sharp sound unlocked the doors. The elevator's speed rivaled his mental
pace. The omega dismissed the smell and ran for the corridor.

Like the first time, Min-su knocked on the door a few times. The silence that answered back
lingered for what felt like hours. "Jimin?" He glued his ear to the surface. A throb of absence inside
whispered through the door. No one was there. "Uh..." He was curious about what had happened
between the guy and his brother. While there was no intention of convincing Jimin, Min-su wanted
to inquire at least what had switched for the omega to flip off their relationship suddenly —or
whatever they had going on.

Had Jimin agreed not to spend the rut with him?

The last time he saw them the omega and his brother looked so... together? Min-su scratched the
back of his neck, feeling disoriented. Regardless of what happened between them, he needed
somewhere to stay. His stuff was at the hotel and going home was a trip he rather not do for some
more weeks. His father's presence in the house depressed the aura in every room. Min-su knew he
couldn't be stuck with Jungkook his whole life but it wasn't fair to be left rotting at home with a
bunch of snakes.

Not a single call had been sent his way. His father hadn't rang his phone or even sent someone for
him; even less his mother. Unlike with Jungkook, he wasn't obsessed with Min-su. The only one
who gave him attention was Jungkook in that family.

It was already late at night and he didn't want to stand up all day. Min-su groaned and gripped his
ID card. It was time to blackmail the receptionist to let him inside the apartment or Jeon's wrath
would pour down the building.

The nurse picked up the tray of food. Hoseok relaxed on the bed after brushing his teeth and
closing the door. It still hurt to move his facial muscles. The side of his chin sometimes throbbed
with pain despite the lack of marks. The doctor had assured him that his body had traces of the
trauma from the blows.

There was less time left to recover. Hoseok knew that.

Hoseok had intended to return to university as soon as he regained his strength —begging his
mother not to take him off campus had been a challenge— but now, having been caught by his
friend, he had lost what little faith he had left. He was eager to get back on his feet as soon as his
body allowed him to.

In his absence what he had feared most happened. Jungkook had practically devoured his friend
like the predator he was. The omega reeked with him and his affection for that animal had only
grown. It was as if Jimin had forgotten what kind of monster he was letting himself be fucked by.
Hoseok was aware of the imprint, of course. Nor had he missed the detail that the alpha was now
sweeter to his friend. The shift in his behavior didn't help the beta trust him more. If anything, it
only made him warier of the kind of psychopath they were dealing with.

Jungkook was fucking obsessed with his friend. He was convinced Jimin would stay with him. And
being so pathetic as to pull strings to push Jimin to live with him, Hoseok couldn't put past him that
he could force his friend into a sex participant or worse.

He already had imprinted on him without any consent whatsoever; nothing was assuring Hoseok
the dude hadn't drugged Jimin to lure him to have sex —or even planned his death. Jimin could
have omitted all of this or skipped those parts when telling his friend what had happened. Just like
the issue with Jin, just like the issue with Daehyun. His speech was always drenched in
accountability yet the guilty one was no one but the alpha who was chasing him.

The beta wrapped the sheet tighter around his shoulders. His body shivered with cold at the thought
of that son of a bitch. Hoseok stared, head resting on the pillow, at the window of the hospital
garden. The same one where he had witnessed on a dark and icy night the visit of his enemy.

He would never forgive that monster for the audacity of coming for him after destroying his
existence and humiliating him in every possible way. Yet, instead of showing a modicum of
remorse, Jungkook had presented himself victorious that night —convinced that no matter what
happened, he would have the last laugh. It was almost as if Hoseok's resistance was the kindling
thrown into the murderous flame pulsing through his veins. There was no doubt that he was a
predator. However, Hoseok was no longer playing alone.

Yoongi was the ideal piece he needed. If there was anyone capable of dominating someone like
Jungkook, that was the perfect guy. The alpha had nothing to lose. In fact, he seemed more thirsty
to see that piece of shit suffer than Hoseok. Hoseok's understanding of the context surrounding the
reason was limited to the brief story Yoongi had told him. That Jungkook had sabotaged his plan to
own a portion of the Jeon estate, and that —how surprising— he had killed someone in front of one
of Min's clubs, putting him in the spot. As a result of this Hoseok, had learnt about another shady
act the guy had forced on his friend.

Jimin was too good for this world and he just had to be punished for being the biggest obsession of
a madman capable of doing anything to win him.

That alpha was too young to behave this erratic. It made the beta ponder what kind of childhood
could have shaped such animalistic behavior in a first-year college student.

"Hobi..."

Hoseok's heart skipped a beat. His eyes snapped open. He craned his neck at the dark silhouette
standing in the room. As soon as his gaze was placed on the pale face concealed by the darkness,
the beta's chest sank against his ribs.

"J-Jimin!?" Startled, Hoseok bolted out of bed. His hands were already twitching. "What
happened!? Why are you here!?" His fingertips squeezed the boy's shoulders. The cold kissing the
soles of his bare feet was warm compared to the omega's frigid body. His facial expression was
somber; as if he had seen a fucking ghost. "What happened, Jimin? What's wrong!?" With the
pounding of his heart echoing in his ears, the beta clutched his friend, shaking him desperately. The
omega's gaze remained blank —appearing soulless by the brown eyes that seemed black when
there was no light to spark their cozy color. The touch of his skin froze the beta's fingertips; the
result of the low temperature outside. He had no idea how he had gotten here. "There were no buses
available at that hour. "Jimin... talk to me."
"..." The omega swallowed before releasing himself from the worried hands. His fingers grasped
the edge of the coat he wore and pulled it to the ground. The green cloth slipped to his feet, but
instead of a thud, the sound of something heavy dropped as well. Hoseok couldn't tell whether it
came from the pockets of the coat or the omega's sinking heart. But why? Why would his heart
be...?

"Did Jungkook do something to you!?"

The question elicited no reaction. Jimin's eyelids slumped. His soft lips formed a line that Hoseok
wished he could wipe off that face. "I'm so stupid," the blond suddenly whispered. He sounded
hurt, so much so that the beta was surprised not to see any moistness on the omega's face. Jimin
didn't like to shed tears without a good reason. He was too proud for that. "I can't believe it."

"Is this because of Jungkook?"

His inquiry was cautious this time. Jimin dragged his vacant gaze to his. He smirked, almost
forcing himself to sound confident in his next words. "It's always about him when it hurts."

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It was unusual for him to get distracted in class, and it was even weirder for him to lose sleep over
anyone but himself. Haneul would wake up with his head crammed with doubts and fall asleep in
the midst of the same storm, named Jungkook, hounding him.

No matter how hard Haneul nudged the reminder away, the roar that scratched the always-so-
composed alpha's throat parroted itself. The decibels of his voice emerged in unison with his hostile
demeanor, while the harsh contact of that hand on his wrist narrowed like a blaze belt on his tender
skin.

Whatever he did, thoughts followed him. It had been, what, two days? And Haneul had to reassure
himself continuously, like a broken CD, that no one could afford to be a threat to him. What had
been of Jungkook at this point, alone in the middle of his rut? He had rejected him and lost his
chance with the one he desired, too. Haneul didn't feel an ounce of remorse.

The omega attended his lectures with a mind still caged in that hotel room with the alpha. He'd
converse with other classmates while inebriated in the stimulations of the perfume of the rut still
kissing his nostrils. Or go to his ballet lessons, stretching under his coach's supervision, his ears
demonizing him with Jungkook's words.

He couldn't refute that it impacted his self-esteem. It consumed him completely. Even now,
exhausted by a crowded schedule, all he could think about was Jungkook. Haneul wasn’t ready to
face his parents with an unspoken shame flushing his cheeks.

He spent the entire ride staring out the window. The ground lengthened at the speed at which they
were going. A trembling fist remained under his jacket cuff. His shoulder was poking over the
edge. Haneul was too engrossed in his mental affairs to fix his looks. "Jimin..." he whispered to
himself, empty. Since that night, his thoughts had been preoccupied with that boy's face. He wasn't
worth losing sleep over, but the harder he tried to brush it off, the bigger and heavier the slap
reverted. Those brown eyes had humiliated him to the core. Haneul had felt like a hindrance
between a lovers' quarrel. A mere wall between him and Jungkook. His hand curled tighter and a
sharp breath brought him back to the road he was being driven through. "So that's what's holding
the Jeon heir..."

His remark was pitched and clear. Enough for his driver to notice. "Is there a problem?"

"Yeah," the omega confessed annoyed. Not a single thought escaped that expression that kept
flashing in his memories. It annoyed him so much. He wasn't used to being some kind of second
plate. "That Jimin omega."

The beta had no idea who Jimin was, but he didn't dare deviate from his usual response. "Should
we take care of it?" The alpha darted at him, solemn, from the rearview mirror. His gaze was firm,
as was his question. "We could get rid of this Jimin that's bothering—"

Haneul couldn't help but chuckle. "Did I explicitly tell you that?" His words froze every cord of
sound in the guy's throat. "Last thing I need is a Jeon to hate me." Haneul knew better. He still
wasn't sure of his theories but that boy wasn't just on Jungkook's radar. He had the alpha on a leash.
It sounded like a crazy statement just thinking about it; a Jeon— the Jeon Jungkook calling for
anyone in such a needy voice and condition; when an alpha in a rut was only driven by the instinct
to feed his lust regardless of the omega presented in his way. It wasn't like he was mated, or
imprinted on. Jungkook always smelled like himself and acted on his impulses. A tough personality
that softened for a basic-looking guy that appeared more like an alpha than an omega. What did this
Jimin even have that Haneul lacked? His own eyes were brighter, his nose was more pointy, and his
body was tinier. No alpha wanted an omega with so much muscle around, an omega that didn't
make him feel bigger. He was tall and lean. Could easily pass as a beta if it wasn't for his face.
Haneul wasn't about to say he was more beautiful because reality spoke for itself. With a quick
glance, any human with functional eyes could see how much both omegas differed. Sure. That
Jimin guy was pretty, but he was close to nothing next to Haneul.

"Jeon?" The driver seemed confused. "If this is about your engagement you should tell your father."
His recommendation wasn't taken lightly. Haneul nodded.
"That's my plan." He had needed a few days to marinate in the situation before diving in. Although
it had only taken him one to get to the next step he intended to take. He wasn't stupid enough to
eliminate any threat to his relationship with Jungkook without first testing the ground he was about
to play on. He'd already done a lot of damage unintentionally. Haneul wasn't sure what would
happen if the alpha discovered his lie. Jungkook spared no one, irrespectively of their label. He
didn't even like omegas outside using them to fulfill his sexual needs.

Haneul soughed. It felt like he was making up this scenario by himself. It was hard enough to
imagine Jungkook cracking a smile. The possibility of Jungkook babbling some random omega's
name and the guy at the door being one of his sex toys, or whatever he called them, was plausible.
Even so, the Jimin dude reeked of Jungkook's scent to an extreme degree. He didn't have a whiff on
his skin, he straight up had been bathed in the alpha's odor. What a burden. Whatever it was,
Haneul had already staked a claim on the Jeon heir. His family preferred their son with that alpha.
The Jeon Chief wanted them together. The omega desired him. Haneul was perfect for Jungkook.
The hardest step was to make Jungkook realize that.

"Take me home," he said out of nowhere.

"But your lecture..."

"I need to talk to my father." After a quiet pause in the middle of the street being crossed, the car
turned to another road driving back from where they came. Haneul relaxed on the seat and fixed his
gaze back on the window.

If that Jimin omega thought that he was going to steal what was bound to be his, he had no idea
what he had got himself into. Haneul was a sore loser. He would do anything to make himself
Jungkook's favorite person.
Even if that included asking his father something outrageous like he was about to do.

(TW) ⚠️
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The warm atmosphere of the club obscured the night outside. Yoongi used to come seldom, and
now, every time he sat on the velvety seat of the armchairs embroidered on soft cotton, he
fantasized about a bright future. It was a long route, almost on the outskirts of the closest city to the
one holding most of his clubs. Although it sounded simple, getting in required not only an ID and a
password; finding the place was a challenge. Eunwoo had suggested the underground rooms, and
Yoongi, like a good friend, had gone along with it.

As fun as it was to be here, he still had to return to the hospital. Show up just enough times so as
not to scare the omega. It felt victorious to watch history unfold at his feet. The alpha held back the
triumphant smile as he stared into the display crystal cage.
Her thighs hid the juicy flesh under that whitish skin. Yoongi's fingers itched to sink his claws into
the tissue. Not to kiss it or trail his lips over the texture of the voluptuous ass presented for him.
He'd never been a fan of clean cuts. A saw created more chaos in the soul and a mess under his
hand.

The thighs hanging on the wall no longer leaked blood. They were a few days old. His workers
drained the meat until not a single drop was left among the dead flesh. The hook above held from
the cut of the leg to the waist. The torn skin had lost pigment.

He darted to the side. Namjoon watched the woman dancing, bored. His dick wasn't even tenting
under the crotch of his pants. He wasn't the type to be driven by the desires of his biology. "You
love this place," he conveyed suddenly. Yoongi stroked the dangling thigh. His thumb made small
circles over the discolored skin. It was softer than normal as a result of the thick layer of fat,
resulting from the victim's binges. Yoongi had met her. She was a useless fuck meat whose hobby
was eating.

Any fresh flesh was handled with cautiousness. Due to their clientele, they were experts at caring
for their products. The rest of the people out there would've been in shock to discover that
cannibalism was still practiced. Predators' DNA was programmed to eat the preys that nature had
created for them.

"It's one of a kind," Yoongi muttered.

Various limbs were hung inside glass boxes like pieces of artwork. The freezers from which meat
was shipped via cargo ships or airplanes were located on the lower floor.

It was a thriving market. Eunwoo had been intrigued by it since he first heard Yoongi mention it.
Unlike his younger brother, he knew how to have a good time. Eunwoo had no boundaries; he was
a shark in his field. No matter how much power he had, he craved more. And since the fucker
wasn't good at playing clean, he always found dirty tricks to push himself higher than the rest. Life
was a brief dream that manifested itself as a long plot and he made sure to enjoy it.
There was no discomfort in dealing with him. Nothing mattered to him.

The Jeon legacy had been running out of time since the beginning. Everyone felt threatened by the
family, and their fear was motivated by hatred. No species could deal with their horrible yet so
confident demeanor. Eunwoo couldn't stand his family, and especially that bastard he called father.
The business would give birth to a new journey that would satisfy his most heinous desires, and he
would send every Jeon member to their own demise by destroying the empire they had worked so
hard to build.

Eunwoo didn't believe in cover-ups. He sought to normalize the omega prostitution rings market
further than just a hobby for him. Whether it was trafficking human bodies as food for predators
higher up the food chain, it was still a business for him. Human trafficking of any age, forced
prostitution, and of course, gambling with the lives of kidnapped omegas. Unlike the current bitchy
Jeon heir, who was as spineless as a dickless beta, Eunwoo knew how to squeeze every last penny
of his power.

Yoongi could have remained with the promise of owning that half if Jungkook wasn't a straight
edge. None of this appealed to him. In fact, it repulsed him. When he discovered the business his
brother's friend was involved in, he ran to stop whatever they were scheming behind his father's
back. He was a snitch; Kang-dae's cock warmer.

Jungkook relished in pretending to be the scary guy that his brother was, but he would never be.
The alpha was a used toy by Eunwoo that couldn't stand a game like this and expected to do well in
his clean-business bullshit. His morals mocked his hypocrisy but his insanity didn't make him the
puppetmaster his brother was. Jungkook could only rely on his psychotic behavior to save himself.

Messing up a business wasn't the reality of the initial plan. A business could not be tarnished if it
was to grow even more prosperous. But that whiny bitch couldn't stand the sight of kids in the
game, or the sight of buying and selling omegas for sex and preys for food. Just like his father, he
was a hypocrite.
Jungkook had turned red the day he saw the documents for the transfer of interests. He was only 16
years old at that time and had been so disgusted in front of Yoongi that he almost beat the older
alpha to a pulp. It was funny how much it infuriated him to see young lives going through the same
shit Eunwoo had forced him in. He clearly saw himself in them. Poor guy.

He had spat out some horrid words to the alpha about human trafficking and at that moment Yoongi
had only thought about how good the guy in front of him would look as one of his toys. It was quite
odd to have alphas in human auctions. However, he knew no one could resist a beauty like
Jungkook. People would pay millions to see him on his knees licking the bottom of their shoe,
crying over being stripped of the pride that Eunwoo had made sure to take away years ago.

Jungkook was the kind one could fantasize about humiliating. So high on his horse and attractive
enough to make even another alpha feel the need to have a double take. If only he hadn't grown to
be a psychopath, Yoongi thought, the son of a bitch would be the ideal toy for other alphas. Or,
even with that trait, he could've joined Yoongi in his plan. After all, his own family despised his
existence. While he wasn't the type to traffic children, men, and women, or sell their meat; the
wimp was still capable of pushing others to death.

The guy hid it well under that serene face and that voice that never rose no matter the situation. He
liked to pretend he was better than Yoongi or his lovely brother. But he had committed a crime that
even Yoongi couldn't have done. Kill his own kind and feed himself with their own blood. He truly
strolled through that house as if he hadn't left Eunwoo soulless; as if he had even shown a glimpse
of emotion when he pounced over his brother and left him bound forever to a bed.

Yoongi had stopped visiting Eunwoo. There was no use in standing there watching him root. His
face was disfigured. He was a zombie chained to a bed. Jungkook had ripped off his skin with his
own teeth and poured his wrath over him until his almost last breath.

"I still don't know how you managed to slip off the police's radar," Namjoon guffawed at the end of
the room and walked over to the omega lying on the floor rubbing himself on it. Her open pussy,
with her panties, pushed to the side, glistened with the wetness of hormones in the air. It was the
effect of the induced hormone dosage. All the omegas they bought or kidnapped were restrained.
Many of them had not seen their families for years, some still with open missing persons cases that
would never end with a happy ending.
"If I go down, everyone's coming with me." The police, for the most part, were just as corrupt as he
was. No one could escape his venom. Once touched by Yoongi's sins, they were part of him. It was
a helpless world omegas lived in. No one wanted to move a finger for them. "You included."

Namjoon dipped his fingers into the wet pussy. He examined it disinterested. He couldn't fuck any
of them unless he bought the product. "It's not like you can blackmail me with that whore anymore.
The damage is already done."

Yoongi grinned. The smile was wide enough to show the sides of his short straight teeth box. "So
what's your next move now? Go and scream to the world that you've helped me this whole time.
The Jeons are going to cut you off as soon as they find out."

"You get worse over the years," the alpha sighed in annoyance. The neon light from the club over
his head reflected in the dirty brown in his gaze. The omega under his hands was trying to dance
while he groped her. Yoongi turned away from the showcase.

The club tonight was reserved for the two of them. It was usually filled to the rim. Moans of
pleasure and pain mingled in the ambiance and the music tried to cover them up, like a hand over
their lips.

He sat down next to them. "You like her?" the alpha asked, ogling the way the predator's eyes
glittered the more the girl resisted. She didn't look Yoongi's way. He, if anything, would only
worsen her situation by ordering someone to cut her tongue. There was always another bitch to
replace her if that wasn't appealing to the purchasers. While some customers were interested in
omegas of all ages that they could educate and punish, many asked for live dolls. If they paid
enough money they could have all the limbs cut off the product and even have their genitalia
modified. Cut cocks, sewn vaginas, and even clitoris removal. "I could give it to you in exchange
for that wasted hole you have at home."
Namjoon shot him a dirty look. He didn't appreciate comments related to his omega. That anger
came from his pride as an alpha being sullied because of a mere object he was supposed to own and
be the first to use. Jin's parents waited in silence for the sake of their future. Their company would
be owned by Namjoon and while a small part of it would remain theirs, his anger was bound to
break that promise.

"Focus on your new target and leave my omega alone." The girl whimpered in pain as Namjoon
poured his annoyance into the tempo with which his fingers tugged at her insides. The depth of his
digits was breaking the thin muscle of her unused pussy.

Yoongi leaned back on the soft cushion. "I can't stop thinking about him," he admitted.

Park Jimin. A male omega prey. That was peculiar in this country. The majority of the omegas they
traded were either male predators or female preys. Suddenly finding a male omega prey was like
stumbling upon a needle in a haystack.

Yoongi felt his cocks harden with the expectation of wrecking the young man every time he looked
at the brown eyes. He was even prettier in real life, blessed with a beauty that was one of a kind.
Cock-sucking lips accompanied by a lovely face worthy of an angel. His body shape was flawless,
just like the form of his voice, his eyebrows, and his alluring cozy eyes. And ah, that golden hair.

It was no surprise that kid was so obsessed with him but Yoongi was so excited about the discovery
the whole thing felt like a joke. Kang-dae's son wasn't just obsessed with this guy. According to the
amount of shit the young heir had been doing behind everyone's back, there was some strange need
in the middle of that chaos. From dragging another omega to his mess to protect the other, to
even...

"Will you sell him? That Jimin guy." Namjoon studied his distracted side silhouette. He was still
incredulous about his actions after helping the white snake sitting next to him; unlocking every
obstacle to put him closer to that omega. Especially for the next move.
"As soon as I announce his profile on the market I'll receive large sums of money." Someone like
Jimin was going to be devoured in a wink. Predators would kill each other for a piece of him, or
two seconds inside. He wasn't the typical tradeable commodity. An omega prey was sensitive, with
a higher sex drive and a baby machine. If his gorgeous face was already enough to make customers
crazy, the detail of his category would raise the business to another level Yoongi couldn't even
imagine.

What he was most interested in, though, was making Jungkook watch that omega being ripped
from his arms. If he could make public a video of that helpless bunny being devoured with spoon
and knife after being fucked and tortured, how was the Justice Warrior going to react? Would he
kill Yoongi with his own hands, as he did with Eunwoo? Or would he pretend to be disinterested in
Jimin as he had done all this time?

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Min-su poked his head through the entrance and swept his eyes over the room. The musky smell
had accentuated, and the hotel manager had already received complaints from other tenants who
were getting sick because of it. He had been called a few times since his name was on the receipt. It
took renting the two floors of the building to get them to shut up and pay for the trouble by giving
each resident a nice sum of money. "Where's that guy?" He still remembered how doubtful the...
what was his name? Haneul. Yeah. Haneul something.

The whole place was in shambles. The curtains had been ripped, and the tv sat on the floor with a
few cracks in it. A strong odor emanated from the couch with such emphasis that the omega was
forced to shield his nose with the sleeve of his cardigan. There were wet spots adorning the fabric
that he preferred not to speculate about.

The omega tiptoed to the hallway, making sure to avoid the white droplets on it. His brother had
moved from the living room to the bathroom. "J-Jungkook...?" The hostile atmosphere became
thicker the deeper he went. His eyes itched from the high concentration of pheromones in it.

The room's damage indicated that his brother had nothing to distract himself with, but he still hoped
not to find the alpha fucking the other guy, just in case. He'd seen it thousands of times before, and
in each one of them, Min-su had to fight the urge to poke his eyeballs out. He was gifted with bad
timing. His brother brought omegas or rather pushed them to crawl to the Jeon house and emerge
looking as if they'd been run over by a train. He'd opened his brother's door to him countless times,
balls deep in some girl or boy who, again, looked like Jimin in different fonts. It always felt weird
since they didn't even know each other at that time And it took Min-su to see the guy —Jimin— for
the first time to start involuntarily doing puzzles of his brother's favorite toys. One quick glance and
you didn't catch the similar vibe. But Min-su, who had witnessed which guys —from the pool of
omegas Jungkook swam in every day— was a frequent pastime, could notice what the alpha felt
attracted to.

Blonde. He loved light hair colors. His brother never showed when he enjoyed something, like the
fact he liked a certain fruit or a specific suit. He just brushed it off. However, if the feeling persisted
or grew deeper whiting him, the worse he behaved around it.

He had another fixation on puffy pink lips. And also a certain body type. A sharper shape that
usually belonged to male omegas. Lean but muscled guys pulled him more.
Jungkook's fingers had remained caressing the silhouette that afternoon. Every nook and cranny of
its form seemed to drain his soul even deeper. He knew his brother; he was the type who couldn't
deal with fixations that reached beyond the dimensions of an object. "He's adorable, isn't he?"
Jungkook had said with a dismissive tone. The feeling sparked anger and satisfaction in the
predator. The gleam in his eyes was full of malice, fighting to conceal a thirst Minsu had never
witnessed in his life. "I can't wait to have him." Desire had made his nostrils swell. He sought more
than this. Jungkook had kept his feet on the ground like a dog attempting not to sprint toward a
fresh bone.

His gaze had promised what the alpha always did when he wanted something he couldn't have. He
would force things to happen and destroy every bit of the omega's mind. "And then put the pieces
back together," his brother had said quietly. Min-su had returned his feverish grin with a nod.
Jungkook never knew how to approach things when he craved them.

He recalled the cruel treatment Jungkook had given when they were younger. Even after he realized
Min-su was no longer a threat, the kid he called brother continued to avoid him. Jungkook didn't
despise the omega, but he acted as if he did by hurting him at any given chance. When Min-su tried
to hug him, he pushed him away but when he was sound asleep, Jungkook's slick footsteps tiptoed
to his room as a form of an apology. There was never an I'm sorry sculpted in those dull whispers
but his brother's protective arm on his body, and how he let his head fall on the pillow as he
crawled to his bed, was enough message for little Min-su.

He didn't understand how to properly explain himself, which was linked to his lack of
comprehension of how to treat others well. There was no example in his mind from which to gather
a behavior. Therefore, the small improvements that his older brother made toward him meant
everything to Min-su. His strange behavior made his brothers laugh, but his shielded responses
towards his little brother said more than the words his lips protected his soul with.

One could have the impression that Jungkook was always held captive in his child-self mind.
Eunwoo never let him go through a normal puberty. He was still suffocating inside that house. And
the suits he wore over his young alpha body attempted to disguise that painful yet so obvious truth.

However, one thing was family. Tainted blood could fathom its own kind. Among all those red
globules there was always one that jolted at the sense of its equal. They all had been cursed with
venom and grown under the umbrella that snakes couldn't love.
An outsider, however, was unable to discern what Min-su did. Strangers to this concept would
never understand it, even through his eyes. What he had witnessed in the Jeon manor; his brother's
somber cries, the absence of tears in his eyes, the pace that took fueling a depraved animal in him
under Father's hand like some sick experiment.

An omega entangled in this would never recognize the real issue; he would never comprehend the
layers that formed his brother's temperament and uncover them one after the other. He would avoid
this, if anything; and Min-su wouldn't blame him.

If Jimin was a sane guy, he'd run fast from his brother.

It was selfish to expect others to put up with a complicated personality. Min-su was conscious of
how Jungkook was playing his cards. That poor guy probably wasn't aware of the amount of shit
the alpha had done behind his back. His brother was more than an entitled guy driven by his
impulses when it came to revenge, greed, or the hatred that epitomized his obsession.

He came to a halt in the middle of the corridor. Min-su kept rewinding to the omega the alpha he
desired so much. Did Jimin... Did Jimin even know how obsessed his brother was? It wasn't a new
fling he was having now. Jungkook didn't move a single finger for anyone, not even Taehyung. He
didn't even like spending so many hours with someone yet he had been living with Jimin,
fantasizing about the couple lifestyle he yearned for but was unwilling to admit.

Min-su dropped his eyes to the ground. He could hear him. Jungkook was hissing.

He didn't even make it to the door before being thrown towards the surface. The sharp pain
squeezed his lungs. Min-su saw white for a few seconds as the back of his head ached keener. "J-
Jungkook..." Min-su glued his arms to his chest. The soreness paralyzed a fraction of his bicep. His
nails had dug into his shoulders. "It's just me." The massive snake had encircled the omega. The
relentless pressure threatened to cut off blood circulation. It was blazing beneath every dark,
metallic scale. The bright white eyes watched him struggle to breathe. Min-su was a threat. His
presence was still unregistered under his brother's brain; the rut was blocking every rational path of
thought that could develop inside his head.

He had shifted, which could only mean he was in extreme discomfort. Minsu took a look around.
The animal above him weighed enough to break his bones with a little more effort. Haneul was
nowhere to be seen and his brother was sweating.

The animal snapped wider its broad jaws. Min-su didn't fight back. Jungkook's demeanor would
aggravate if he sensed any resistance from his prey. The tusks had evolved lengthy and more honer.
The cavity was joined by fine threads that forged a bad end for anyone who dared end up under
them. "Jungkook..." The omega remained still. He tried to keep his voice calm as long as the animal
could tell that it was a snake familiar to him too. Although that had never stopped Jungkook.

As expected, the predator slowed down. Venom dripped from the tips of his fangs onto his long
forked tongue. He was huge against his little brother.

The alpha sniffed at the omega, who was encased in his massive form. When Jungkook recognized
the hidden scent in Min-su's neck, he froze. The snake's tongue swept over the boy's cheek, feeling
the shape of his face with the forked organ. Min-su was freed from the collapsing death he had
been edged with when the knot on his arms came undone.

The omega hugged him before the animal fell backward. He weighed so much his knees were
threatening to give up and send him to the ground but he held the snake's head like a precious thing
between his arms and breathed into his space. "It's just me, Jungkookie." Jungkook melted at the
words. The loud sound of a cracking solid stole the omega's attention. He was shifting back to
human. His bones buckled. The scales were slowly fading as the pointy face altered to the
appearance of a human. His eyes remained animal but his naked body was back to his place.

The alpha eventually fell to the ground. He was completely nude. His shredded pants were all over
the floor in the back of the room. His skin felt sticky and warm. Min-su placed a hand on his
forehead, obstructing the beads of sweat that slipped to his eyebrows.

His brother seemed even worse than the previous night. The way he breathed exhibited clear signs
of fatigue. Despite the fact that he had managed to shift, his body appeared yellowish. "Jimin..." he
grumbled, lost in thought when his gaze was drawn to his brother. His voice was clogged with grief
and agony. "Bring me Jimin..."

There he was, back at the bane of his existence. As much as he loved his brother Min-su wasn't
about to force that poor guy to please the alpha.

"I can't."

"Why?" Jungkook's question sounded frustrated. His whiny voice caught Min-su off guard. "Why
can't I have him?"

"Didn't you say he wouldn't come?" Min-su had to remind himself his brother couldn't be rational
at his current state.

The alpha clenched on his jaw and stared at him full of hatred. Like he was some kind of enemy
denying him from having Jimin.

"Bring me Jimin. Just give him to me," Jungkook whispered, his shortened words barely audible.

"I could call for one of your omeg—"

Min-su nearly peed himself at the rash gurutal groan that echoed through the room. His brother
looked homicidal. "Did I fucking tell you to bring me one of those whores?" Jungkook hissed. He
leaned off the ground until he sat up. The scowl between his eyebrows deepened. Ready to kill
Min-su. "Are you fucking dumb?"

"Jungkook—"

"I said Jimin." The predator shut him down. His eyes were making his brother uncomfortable. It
felt like staring into some kind of monster. No trace of humanity could be sensed behind that gaze
full of evil.

"Listen..." Min-su palmed the ground until he found the plastic bag that had fallen to the ground
when the snake pounced on him. "Jimin doesn't want to be here with you. Isn't that why you're here
alone?" He reached into the bag until his fingers hit the hard plastic of the water bottle, and pulled
it out.

"He should be," Jungkook retorted. The comment had made him more conscious. And now he just
looked irritated. "He should be here with me."

"Why did you reject Haneul?" Minsu blurred out as he opened the cold water bottle and connected
it to the alpha's dry lips. His whole body was wet, coated with sweat polluted with lust. "Even if
Jimin doesn't want to be here you have to take care of your body."

Thirsty, the alpha sucked the water so hard the bottle shrank, but as soon as he heard the last remark
the small container went flying. The force of the strike caused the plastic to smash into the wall.
Min-su swallowed hard. If he hadn't dodged the object he would've been sent to another to hell with
Eunwoo. "So it was you..." Jungkook grabbed his cardigan by the neck and if it wasn't for the thin
fabric, Min-su would have bolted to the opposite wall. "You brought Haneul here. You brought that
annoying shit here."

Min-su gripped the curled fist on his chest. His shirt was about to be ripped to pieces. His brother
was crazy enough to hurt him over this. But he knew better; he was safe even if his current
situation spoke differently. "I just wanted to help..."

Jungkook's fingers clenched on the hem of his shirt. His face was brimming with indignation and
contempt. "Did the Chief tell you to do that?"

Min-su gasped. "What!?" No way. He'd never. "Are you insane!? You know I'd never do that to
you!" He only wanted the best for Jungkook. His brother watched his reaction and relaxed after
sensing the honesty in the omega's words. His anger dropped to an exhausted sigh. Min-su watched
as he fell back to the ground in all his nakedness. He could barely keep himself on his feet yet his
erections were pointing upwards, all high and mighty. Min-su had to remind himself to bleach his
eyes after this. Alpha snakes were disgusting. "Put some pants on for fuck's sake." He stayed on the
ground, trying to breathe through his mouth to ease the rut odor assailing his nose. Jungkook
squashed himself onto the pillow on the floor. The filling of this one appeared moist and it took
everything in Min-su to not puke all over the place. He looked around the room while his brother
monitored him from his spot, eyes glued on the omega's jugular. Min-su ignored the huge threat in
the room and reached for the phone lying on the floor. Luckily it didn't have any whitish spots but
the omega still brushed the device with the edge of his sleeve. He turned the screen to his brother's
weary face. The device recognized its owner at the short distance at which they were and unlocked
itself. Jungkook said nothing as he watched him scroll over his phone. There were so many
notifications accumulating that he had to silence the ringtone. The missing calls reached some high
numbers Min-su would have smashed the phone over. Among the names his father's name flashed.
A call. Just one.

Min-su entered the register as his brother's arm reached for him. “Give me that bag.” His voice
sounded hoarse like he had just woken up. The omega tossed the bag of food at him. He had only
brought a few sandwiches to help the alpha survive but the omega would return tomorrow to bring
more since the hotel service wouldn't risk their lives to some huge snake waiting at the door.

Jungkook devoured the sandwich in two bites. His eyes sparkled at the food. He was so hungry that
the erections between his legs had taken a backseat in his brain. "Where's Jimin's number?" The
omega was surprised to see that there was no trace of the boy in his brother's phone. With his
mouth still full, barely swallowing from how desperate he was, the white eyes flickered on his face.

“I deleted it.”

Min-su's jaw dropped. "Why?"

Jungkook chewed and took a deep breath before gulping down the third snack he had eaten. The
veins in his arms swelled with the strong grip he had on the bread, like it was about to run from
him. “I had the urge to call him.”

“Then do it?”

His brother shook his head. His eyes fell back on the bread choked between his fingers. "I can't
make him come." He stated, frustrated. "Even if I ask for Jimin... I'll only hurt him." Min-su's eyes
were about to pop out of their sockets. Who was this dude? “I can't control myself right now. If he
changes his mind and decides to come I won't be patient with him.” His hair fell over his eyes, sad
like his gloomy expression. “I'll probably force myself into him. Hurt him again.”

Min-su stared at the never-seen state his brother was in, speechless. If only the predator knew that
Jimin hadn't even came to the apartment ever since that night... Something told him that Jungkook
was aware of that, since he hadn't indulged on the omega's whereabouts.

He hoped that the alpha knew that his actions had consequences that, sometimes, had no way back.
Thousands of calls amassed the phone —messages and emails that had been forgotten for days. "I
heard you didn't come because of your rut," Min-su read the notification from the chat and shifted
to his brother. "You can't spend your rut like this. I don't even understand why you rejected that guy
or didn't ask that girl to help you this time." Jungkook rose his head on the wall. He could barely
breathe with the heat of his hormones. Min-su searched through his contacts. "I'll call one of your
omega friends."

The phone flew from his hands. The loud groan made every inch of his body jerk. "Don't piss me
off." His chest ascended and fell with a ragged breath interrupting each exhalation. "You also
brought Haneul here."

"How else I'm supposed to help you? You'll get sick if you don't spend your rut with someone."
Although his words sounded brave and logical, he was still scared. His brother was barely holding
on to a thread of rationality. "Jimin hasn't come like you wanted to and you still waiting here like
some sore loser—"

"Shut the fuck up" Jungkook fired before falling back to the bed. He wanted to argue but the lack of
energy restricted him from that.

Min-su glanced back at the thrown phone. His brother didn't know what was good for him. And in
his current state, he was blabbering bullshit assuring himself he didn't need anyone but Jimin.
Maybe Haneul wasn't inviting enough for him. But he knew the perfect kind of omega Jungkook
was into. And there were a few regulars.

He grabbed the phone off the floor again. Luckily it was still unlocked. His brother was focused on
the ceiling, repressing the need to jerk off the lust away. The other rooms already smelled like cum
and he wasn't about to jerk with his own brother around. It was gross enough having to stand in the
same space as him right now.

"I'll help you forget about that Jimin for now," Min-su whispered before he sent every omega’s
contact to his number. Jungkook was too distracted groaning in pain to snatch the device from him.

─────── · ⅩⅤⅢ · ───────

Jimin observed his own trembling hands. He still couldn't comprehend the face he had just seen
moments ago. That countenance…, and his voice were so desperate. Despite the fresh ache in his
arms from Jungkook's harsh grip, he couldn't spark any anger in his chest.

The omega shattered to the ground. Even in the middle of the warm apartment, he felt cold. As if
every scrap of heat had been stolen off the air with Jungkook's departure. The sound of the door
slamming shut kept hammering into the back of his mind. An endless echo that, along with the face
he had just seen, drowned him in doubt. If he truly loved himself, he had to deny the sour taste that
now clutched his chest in a tight fist.

Jimin ran a hand over his face. The entire property had descended into an unnerving solitude. He'd
only been alone for about an hour. Jimin wasn't even sure; he hadn't checked his phone —he hardly
used that device anymore. The omega was still sitting where Jungkook had left him. If it was noon,
he didn't know.

Sleeping with an alpha was one thing. Spending the rut with him was quite another. He wasn't
mentally prepared to face the consequences of his rash decisions. Regardless of Jungkook's good
deeds, if he became pregnant, there would be no turning back. Hoseok had warned him about this.
That what he was doing was illogical. That he was a damned masochist who allowed himself to be
defiled by the man he apparently despised. Jimin wished he could instill more rage in the emotion.

Jungkook had tortured him psychologically; had isolated and put him in danger. How could one
trust the hand that had pushed him off the cliff? Again, his friend's words pounded at his blank
mind. Blank, since Jungkook was the only thing inside. The same guy who was disgusted by the
mere fact of assimilating the possibility of having feelings for Jimin.

He liked to think that Jungkook didn't see him for more than his body. He only desired him
physically. However, Jimin did consider it on occasion. The lengths the alpha would go to please
him were possibly a ploy to keep him by his side. His dumb heart was always looking for a
connection, a response to its own feelings, which Jimin refused to allow to thrive any further.

The image of the alpha's pale face flickered in his memory. Jimin clenched his teeth in annoyance.
He looked sick. Awful. It had only taken a sniff to notice how sick he seemed. And yet, he had run
for Jimin as if that was the only thing he needed.

For once —Jimin thought— he had the power in his hands. Instead of feeling victorious, Jimin felt
distressed knowing that he could relieve that pain off Jungkook's shoulders.

He glanced at the door and found himself standing up again. Jimin was aware of Jungkook's
whereabouts. He'd inquire at the front desk about which room the alpha was staying in and if that
didn't help, perhaps a call would give him an answer.
For once, Jimin repeated to himself. He could give Jungkook a chance to see how things would go.
The omega'd have to explain his stupid actions to Hoseok later. He was never going to learn
anyway. Jimin was more concerned with Jungkook's well-being than with his own pride and self-
worth. Would he regret this? He hoped not. Jungkook had to be waiting for him.

He took the first thing he saw. Before rushing out of the apartment and pressing the elevator button,
his wallet and phone were snatched from the kitchen table. The gates opened in front of him. Jimin
peeked at the mirror that covered the interior once stepping in. He filled his lungs with air and
expelled the doubt outside.

Jungkook was expecting him there. He had told the omega he would be there... because he was
waiting for Jimin. Only him. If Jimin spent that rut with the alpha, maybe he could make a better
decision —that didn't make sense since lust had only made this more complicated— maybe he could
understand Jungkook better and confront him without hurting his own feelings. Jimin could
comprehend if this desire and obsession came with something else or if he was just a hobby in
Jungkook's life.

The doorbell signaled his arrival on the last ground floor. Jimin nervously ran towards the street.
He visualized how Jungkook would be standing there in that room, alone. He imagined his face —
that always impassive and controlled facade— lighting up at the sight of him. He could predict the
sensation of those wet kisses down his throat as soon as the alpha saw him at the door; or how he
would grab the omega and strip him of any clothing between their bodies.

The more vivid Jimin's imagination was as he ran through the streets of the city, the more his
cheeks grew hotter with the excitement of what he was about to do. His heart was pounding so
hard, so eager to feel Jungkook again. He felt bad for a man who didn't deserve his compassion
and he still didn't care. Jimin didn't want to think rationally right now. He wanted to keep making
the wrong decisions until he finally broke his own heart.

Jungkook must have wanted him madly to still pursue him with the rut clouding his senses. Heats
barely let the omega have any dignity before he was already begging for any cock and yet, the
alpha had been there insisting on Jimin. A rut was just like a heat, if not even worse. Instinct knew
no feelings nor care. It took the own animal to plead for another for the human to not be driven by
just lust. Jimin could give him a chance. He could give himself this gap as an interval to put aside
this fight.
Would he be watching the door now, expecting a blond head to appear at his feet? Jimin hadn't
bought any condoms or brought any pills, but he kept running anyway. If Jungkook was waiting for
him; if Jungkook had waited this whole hour for him… Jimin couldn't refuse him.

He ran to the hotel with a vulnerable heart in his hand, completely ignoring the car parked at the
gates or the smell of peaches that had reached him since he entered the reception.

And so, Jimin sped sweaty to the front desk. Nervous. Fingers shaking. Unconscious that he was
about to break that part of himself that he still refused to accept.

Jimin blinked in the darkness of the room. His eyes felt a little puffy. He scratched at the eyelash
trapped inside as he stood upright on the bed. He was thirsty.

"What's wrong?" Hoseok said from his side of the pillow. "You can't sleep?"

"No... I'm just..." Jimin couldn't finish the sentence. His head hurt just remembering what he had
witnessed hours before.

It was now 5 am. That Haneul...they were probably fucking. Jungkook was never done when it
came to sex. He was likely feasting on the pretty guy he had called as soon as Jimin had rejected
him. It was embarrassing to think someone like Jungkook would even spare a second for an omega
like Jimin. Just like he had feared from the very first day, Jimin was now another omega in the
collection. A trophy Jungkook had been killing his time with.

Fucking liar.
Hoseok noticed his strange silence and brought a hand to his face. "Are you crying...?" He brought
his friend's back to his chest. Jimin let himself be hugged. "Don't be sad Jiminie... he's always been
a piece of shit."

He already knew that.

"I'm not crying," Jimin assured. It wasn't a lie. He hadn't dropped a single tear. Jungkook wasn't
good enough to make him expect a better outcome than this. "I'm just disappointed..." his voice
faltered, "...in myself."

"You look sick," Kai pointed out from across the table. Jimin shifted his focus from the page to the
alpha's face. He'd sat in his favorite spot, but the alpha was following him around. "Pale."

"I think it's a cold," Jimin muttered and stretched over the book. The heaters set beneath each table
kept his legs warm and the objects over it. The book's thin cover felt cozy under his rested cheek.
Jimin wasn't the kind to nod off in the middle of a lecture. It was the professor's voice that was
making his eyelids heavy. The few hours of sleep he had had didn't help his case.
His head was nestled between his crossed arms. Jimin watched Kai taking notes. His pen was
moving across the paper, fast, which explained his sloppy handwriting. As it passed, the orb shed a
trickle of ink. He drew the numbers squashed together, forming a ball in the middle of the paper
that could barely be made out. Jimin's excuse for returning his notes the next day was simple: he
had previously copied everything down. It seemed like a lie, but Kai swallowed it because he liked
him.

It was a massive lie. The omega could only write one or two pages of notes in a day. He liked to
take his time with his study folio. Jimin held the belief that order brought mental peace —
something he had lost time ago. Two weeks of probation had led him to miss entire lessons full of
crucial ideas he had never been introduced to. It made him wonder what was the point of copying
and hitting the books for hours only to receive... nothing.

The professor couldn't see the seats above in the final row. Most seats were vacant, and only the
omega and Kai sat there, with Minrae occasionally joining them —when he was still alive. Jimin
had never raised his hand to seek an answer or to clear up any doubts. It was true that the man had
relaxed ever since Jimin carried an alpha's essence on his shoulders, but from that to appreciate his
existence there were certain steps he would never cross.

In high school, there used to be a hubbub in class, yet now people were calmer. From his position,
he could see every classmate attending the lesson. The alphas had broad shoulders and they were
usually taller than omegas or betas. It felt strange not to spot the nape tattoo in his field of vision. A
navy sweater under which the collar of a white shirt was cinched. Or those tailored clothes that
embraced that certain person's refined style. It had been quiet since Jungkook had vanished. His
absence was visible in the space between the perfectly ordered rows of seats. His spot had remained
empty so far.

Jimin was at peace. Or so he appeared.

Inside, he felt betrayed —because if he was being honest, there was no point in denying the impact
Jungkook had on him. It all stemmed from how close they had become the past days. That his plan;
Make Jimin get comfortable around him and use him. Jungkook making him meet Haneul had been
intended since otherwise, he wouldn't have almost begged Jimin to come to the hotel if he changed
his mind. Living with the guy had opened a window in which the image of the alpha — that dark
notion he used to have of him — had softened. Jimin should have closed it from the start but as
always, the omega rarely learnt from his mistakes. He never got up and removed the stone he had
stumbled over with. He'd leave it in place and resume his stroll down that same mine road, betting
on his luck. Jimin was never going to change. Change required bravery, something he lacked. He
felt consumed; a cigarette finished up to its butt. The omega was tired of his story, but above all, of
himself. He was an object to his parents, an object to society, and he would remain an object for the
rest of his life.

"The principal will send an email to each of you. Remember that you have until the end of the
month to decide on a location," the professor finished, turning off the screen behind him with the
mouse connected to the computer. Jimin tilted his head to peer at Kai, puzzled. His attention hadn't
even made it through half of the lecture.

"What's he talking about?"

Kai shut the —disastrous— notebook. "There's a trip planned for the first year's." His brows
knitted together. "You are acting weird."

Was he? Jimin couldn't wait to get through the day and return to his safe haven; his friend. His
chest felt both empty and horrifyingly rigid. Days had become a torturous, slow-moving wheel of
images since that night. One moment the omega was having breakfast with Hobi and the next he
was staring at his haggard face.

Jungkook didn't deserve the fire that was searing Jimin's chest. He didn't deserve his thoughts, his
looks, his desire, or his touch. He would end his life if he could. If only there was a way to not kill
someone while also inflicting as much pain on them as possible, Jimin would do it. He couldn't kill
Jungkook with his own hands, no matter how much he despised him. The mere thought of seeing
the alpha in distress had led the omega to be shamed in front of that hotel room —in case that
wasn't enough proof of how weak he was.

Jimin was like that. He had a penchant for things he shouldn't have. Whatever Jungkook did now,
his only wish was that the guy suffered as much emotionally as Jimin. Even though it seemed
impossible for a monster like him, the omega held onto hope. That he would lose something he
desired with all his might, and that it would hurt deep down in that chest that apparently carried a
heart inside. If only Jimin could figure out what Jungkook wanted so badly, whether it was an
object or a person, he would snatch it from him or pray to whoever it was to take it from him. He
was too attached to him to pray for anything more, and he often found himself wondering if it was
him or the imprint on his body. Could he wish Jungkook's death if any trace of his presence was
removed from his body?

Why he couldn't feel for Jungkook the same frivolity he had reserved for Minrae until his last
breath was an enigma Jimin carried in his chest but refused to solve despite all the clues stuffing his
face. It was pointless to deny Jungkook's influence on him, but it was also futile to let the tumor
sprout if it only made him weaker.

As he strode down the stairs he sensed at the corner of his eyes the weight of unwanted attention.
Jimin had caught a glimpse of Hyungsik watching him more than once. Not just him but other
alphas that hung out with Jungkook. They eyed Kai as if he was a traitor despite him having a
different circle of friends. The predator had tried to lure him closer to some of the nicer classmates,
but his initiatives had ended in failure. Jimin declined every offer, and he didn't care if his behavior
was too rude. He didn't want to associate with just anyone. They could all betray him at any time.
He still carried the indignation of what had happened to his room in his mind, along with what they
had done to Jin, who was still missing to this day.

His friend's name was no longer on the class lineup. Jimin had noticed a change in the number of
groups and the students signed to the major when he checked the university's main website.
Daehyun was still registered, but his ex-roommate now seemed to be a figment of his imagination.
Kim Seokjin was nowhere to be found. It was as if he'd struck a bargain with the devil, and in
exchange for revealing Hobi's location, Jimin had been stripped of the rest of the people that valued
him. It still weirded him out how he could have been in that hospital for so long and never noticed
Hobi's presence.
He stood at the start of the corridor, waiting for the students to abandon the place. They would go
have lunch and then get back to their duties. As Hyungsik and his friends passed by, Jimin
pretended to be engrossed in his phone. Some omegas glanced at him, attention drawn to him when
a few alphas approached Kai. Every time that happened, he could deem the pressure of predatory
eyes on his cheek. Jimin refreshed the same page over and over again whenever he found himself
on the spot, watched the time bored, or opened the notes app to avoid appearing desperate for their
attention.

The corridor began to empty, dragging a swarm of people and voices along its length until it
reached the bottom. Jimin watched them march in silence. The sight of one of them drinking water
urged him to do the same. Jimin rummaged through his bag for the bottle of water he had
purchased from the hospital vending machine earlier that day. Jimin had spent so much money on
cabs lately that he was certain he had made at least one of them wealthy.

Among the folders, his fingers paused over the sheets tucked into the ring binder. The neatly
arranged handwriting on the document reminded him of whose it was. "I'll be back in a second," he
announced propelling himself off the wall. Kai nodded and leaned against the white concrete, while
the omega spun on his heels and dashed for the bathroom.

He slammed the toilet door open. Jimin yanked the papers from his bag. Jungkook's notes, the ones
he'd been teaching the omega with; another of his ploys to get him to open his legs. After tearing
each piece to shreds, Jimin gritted his teeth and tossed everything into the toilet.

The mere mental image of the alpha enraged him, even if he did it all the time. Jimin felt cheated,
duped into playing a game he had never agreed to play. The omega kept replaying the same scene
through his retinas; going over the same minutes, rubbing salt in the wound.

The anguish he felt in his chest grew with every minute he reminded himself of how insignificant
he was. A simple doll that Jungkook had used and then discarded. This is exactly what Jimin had
feared. He should have anticipated this.
As soon as he came back from his rut the alpha would chase the omega in every corner. He had to
get his things out of the apartment before it was too late.

He smashed the door shut when he exited the restroom. Jungkook's notes were floating on the toilet
water. They were the only ones the alpha had so he'd have to ask someone for them. "I need to
speak to the principal," said Jimin crossing Kai in a rush. The alpha sped up to catch up with him
amidst the tide of students pouring from the classroom doors. The decibels of their voices mingled
with other hybrids.

"What are you planning to do?" Kai asked after finally reaching him. He and Jimin walked out of
the main building towards the lab wing.

"My new room should be ready in a few days," Jimin muttered. He couldn't be sleeping in the
hospital bed every day. It was uncomfortable for both him and his friend. However, that was better
than staying there. Jungkook was going to chase him, Jimin was convinced of that. In no scenario
was it possible to imagine the alpha not being behind him.

Jimin clenched his fist. The awkwardness of that night revived with the slightest detail. Why hadn't
he at least noticed it before? From the moment he saw that omega his first thought had been how
Jungkook would find him attractive too. He was a whore, a run-over piece of trash that Jimin had
allowed inside. The guy had no self-worth, his only way to feel powerful was chasing the first
omega on his way.

Jimin looked at the clock. There were still a few hours left before he could leave this place and
crawl to where his friend now lived. It was even pathetic to remember that he now slept cramped in
his friend's bed because he refused to stay alone. He had not set foot in the flat again and his only
hope was that his friend's parents wouldn't decide to show up one morning while he slept. Hobi had
convinced the staff to let him stay. At least until they gave him a room.

"Will you help me carry my stuff?" Jimin turned to the alpha still following him around like a
puppy. "If the principal tells me my room is available." Kai gifted him a slight grin that pushed his
dimples deeper into his cheeks.
It was nice having a kind soul around.

⚠️
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They were still cleaning the blood off the ground. Or so he had heard. The case hadn't departed the
borders of the Jeon house. Anyone who mentioned anything would end up with their tongue
chopped off.

Yoongi remained kept in front of the bed. The wall separating the room from the hallway failed to
dull the sound of the woman's sobs outside. She was the most affected of the family, considering she
was a snake. For the first time in his life, in his long and painful life, Yoongi was... stunned. He had
expected an act of revenge, but not to such an extent. This was something never seen before in his
mind. He himself was a depraved being; the patient on the bed was, too. But what happened was
not something he had heard before.
"Give me back what you took from me," was what he had heard Jungkook had shouted at that time
while he annihilated his brother with his bare hands. People might have thought he was referring to
the throne that should have been his if it wasn't for the sabotages —the ones that the alpha himself
was aware of his friend scheming.

The commotion was still fresh in the house. The blood would last for days, if not weeks. The smell
would haunt them for the rest of their lives, reminding them of the unsettling fact that they were
now living with a monster. Separating Jungkook from his brother had been difficult. Yoongi had
heard that not even three alphas could shred the young guy off Eunwoo. They were attacked too; as
if he had lost the ability to reason. He wanted to imagine Jungkook, wanted to visualize him as best
he could but Kang-dae's last alpha son was like a blank sheet of paper impossible to paint. His face
only revealed what he wanted to show.

There were traces on Eunwoo's face of his teeth. His fangs had torn out nerves, and organs.
Eunwoo's stomach had been ripped open. From what he was told, the hospital had thought the
attack had been from an animal. Though, to the staff's surprise, it had been a young human in his
late teens.

He had never heard of snakes capable of eating their own blood and kind, yet Jungkook had
reduced Eunwoo to a mere meal. His brother's handsome face was now a tangle of raw meat and
blood. As many broken bones as dead muscles. His body was smothered in injuries. The dead flesh
had given his skin a dark hue. He'd only been in the hospital for a half-day. If he survived further,
Eunwoo would be attached to tubes until his last breath, never seeing, smelling, or walking again.
"Give me back what you took from me," whispered Yoongi in front of a half-dead corpse who
couldn't hear him nor open his eyes. Jungkook had ripped off his eyeballs. They had blindfolded
him but the blood was still soaking the bandage over the empty sockets. Even the shape of his head
was deformed. The words the servants had heard Jungkook articulate gave him chills. The guy had
held that feeling in for years and instead of submitting and surrendering, he had exploded in
Eunwoo's face. There was no way to tame an animal that had been born from the beginning to rule
others. However, what his howls meant had nothing to do with having the throne, but what he
himself had witnessed Eunwoo take from him.

His innocence. His purity as a child and his pride.

"How sweet. A friend visiting a dead loved one." His voice sounded as irritable as the lack of
emotion in it. He had seen him grow up hiding his feelings like that, all for the sake of keeping
Eunwoo from being able to guess his mind, his likes, and his fears. Yoongi turned to the tall
presence that just joined the air in the room. Jungkook smiled when they made eye contact. His
eyes sparkled with the grace he had never seen him have. He was victorious, but most of all, in his
most destructive state. "I told you, didn't I? That I'm patient."

"And still convincing yourself that you're better than us." Yoongi watched his stance. It was
surprising that they had let the last heir's killer into his deathbed. On the other hand, it was to be
expected when in their game everything was allowed. Getting rid of the heir was allowed for
potential candidates; the selection narrowed only to Kang-dae's progenitors.

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair. The long locks brushing the collar of his shirt rose by the
force of the comb shaped by his own hand. It revealed his forehead under the clump of straight
black hair. His serene eyebrows drew the confidence with which he looked at the man. He wasn't a
kid anymore. "No." He peeked at his brother. For a second, he looked like an artist admiring his
work. "Hell also awaits for me." Yoongi pursed his lips. Nothing could be heard in the cubicle they
were stuck in. Not even Eunwoo's breathing. Kang-dae's wife's sobs felt like the heartbeat of the
barely alive dead rotting on the mattress. "I'm just as depraved, but in my own way." Sometimes it
made Yoongi want to tear that cheeky look out of him. He always had that unnerving stare that
made most people uncomfortable. Even when he was still a child, when his feelings were naked
under the eyes of adults, Yoongi could remember how the brother Eunwoo hated so much looked at
him intently, studying him. His big doe eyes had turned into two black dots that pierced through
facades, going as deep as the insolence that had always been a threat to Eunwoo.

"Depravity has no levels," Yoongi muttered. "You are just like us, at the end of the day."

Though Eunwoo never told him in words, it was easy to palpate that, since the birth of the family's
last alpha, a threat had fallen on his shoulders. He couldn't stand it, because he knew that his little
brother was just as starved for power as he was. The rest of his siblings were sheep easily swayed
by promises; they sought a leader unconsciously. Jungkook, on the other hand, refused to kiss
anyone's feet. "Snakes taste horrible," Jungkook suddenly guffawed, ignoring the last remark. His
fangs flashed, pointy. "Must be the venom in them."
"I hope you're now satisfied."

"Of course I am," he received in a reply. "I have taken away your plan to destroy the Jeon legacy
and give it to your miserable snake lineage." His lips broke in a smile. "And the best part... I took
your friend." He wondered if Eunwoo would be overhearing this conversation. The man was in bed,
newly recovered after the operation he'd had. Hours and hours stuck in the ICU. The rest of the
Jeon siblings and their mother had waited for him all night, distressed. All except for Jungkook and
his father. The story told itself. "Don't worry. Sooner or later you'll follow him."

"Your brother is your family's favorite," Yoongi spoke. His eyes were still glued on the disfigured
face of the man on the bed. Some of his hair had been pulled out. "You'll never take his place."

"Is that what you think I want? Their love?" Jungkook stared at the alpha's profile, shaken. "You
think I want my lovely mother to hug me so I got rid of her baby boy? Don't be dumb." He
wandered closer to the predator still glued at the foot of the bed. "Because if there's anything I'm
grateful for my brother, is to make me realize that I don't need anyone." Yoongi did not react to the
young man's closeness. His scent was heavy. It attacked his personal space like an acid gnawing at
the surface. It compelled whoever it was to submit to him. "Why would I need anyone's love when I
can force them to give me what I want? You're getting soft, old man." Jungkook chuckled as if it
was the funniest joke he had ever told in his life. "Ah, don't tell me seeing your friend like this got
you all emotional?" The boldness in his tone grazed a nerve in the alpha. Yoongi grabbed the
collar of his shirt and slammed the guy against the wall next to the door. Enraged, his fingers dug
into the alpha's neck. He breathed against his face, baring his fangs. "Oops, I hit a nerve." That
smart-ass smile boiled his blood and with every second he spent staring into those eyes filled with
malice, he felt like the arteries gushing down his neck were going to explode.

"I don't think you realize what you've done. You can live in your bubble all you want," he growled
against the alpha's breath. "But I'll get my revenge by hook or by crook."

"Oh, tell me more." Jungkook grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. Going through puberty had
given him a worked musculature that with the slightest gesture dragged with itself everything in its
path. "I've already played this game and won," he said, jerking his chin to the spot behind Yoongi's
head, where his brother, almost dead, rested. "And I will, over and over again, do the same." His
black gaze flickered back to Yoongi's furious one. "What can you do to make me regret my choices?
What do you even have to do that?" The alpha wrapped Yoongi's wrist so tight that he could feel his
hand losing grip. "I can bend you to my will now." His fingers caressed the back of Yoongi's hand.
The tips of his cut nails scraped the surface of his skin, with a boldness that was meant to
discomfort, that was meant to hint at something more than a graze. In the short distance they were
in his gaze caressed Yoongi's shoulders, next to his arms. The path closed in on the wrist the alpha
was clutching. Like a snake crawling along the ground, Jungkook's fingers slid smoothly around
the circumference of the wrist. "Eat your flesh."

The very thought brought a heavy, torturous repugnance to his stomach. Yoongi pulled away from
the boy, disgusted by the very touch. Remembering the man's disfigured body behind him reminded
him of what this predator was capable of. He still felt the weight of his fingers even though he had
already pulled away from Jungkook seconds ago. In his heavy scent, a shameless whiff of blood
followed.

Seeing his smiling face, Yoongi visualized blood staining that face. How, being the predator he was,
his fangs glistened, bathed in scarlet. Part of the evolution of a hybrid was to differ from what a
wild animal did in most of its characteristics. They differed in reasoning, yet in the logic of the boy
in front of his feet, the link that added that characteristic was nowhere to be seen. Snakes did not
feed on their own kind. The venom they carried could wipe out any intention to do that.

"Don't worry," Jungkook assured, sweet. "I'll be too busy in this new life to worry about
cockroaches like you. Focus on building a new business before you starve." The sliding door was
swiped until opened to the corridor. The two brothers' mother emerged, almost blending into the
white of the wall as pale as she was. Before she could speak, Yoongi pushed his hands into his
pockets and strolled through the room to leave. Jungkook was quick to speak. "You'll never get your
friend back nor your fucking idea of owning what belongs to me." The alpha glanced behind his
shoulder. Jungkook's eyebrow was still red from the fresh pierce done over it. The black eyes locked
onto his. "I already showed you this time." His jaw ticked. He wished he had continued the
discussion, Yoongi could tell. He was starving with the idea of killing him too. "I have no limits. I
don't need them just like I don't need anyone's consideration, respect, or love. And I most certainly
don't forget or forgive. So," Jungkook's nostrils flared. "It's a matter of time before I take your life
too."

The alpha disappeared down the hall. He had never been welcome in the Jeon household and now
without Eunwoo, his presence was a danger. The Jeon siblings watched him leave with the same
grimace their mother had.
"How dare you come here after what you've done to your brother!?" The omega tearfully
approached her son. Jungkook dismissed her existence, sighing as if he was alone. "Stop ignoring
me you monster!" The alpha slapped her hands away and walked out of the room. He was too burnt
out by the whole situation to stand listening to her bitchy voice. "You'll pay for this!" His mother
shouted from behind. Jungkook breathed to himself that he didn't need to get rid of her even if he
wanted to rip her head off with his bare hands; yank out her eyelashes one by one. She was useless,
an entitled bitch that held no power like any other omega.

It had been a long and tedious day. His house had been full of doctors since first thing in the
morning before they had taken his brother to the hospital. His situation had been critical and
although his mother had made every plea known and to be made, she had been assured that even if
they had the best doctor treating Eunwoo it wasn't going to be easy to bring him out of the coma his
brother had put him in.

He walked down the hallway ignoring the row of his siblings sitting and watching him angrily —all
except his little brother. His mother's sobs made the hallway a cursed place. Even Jae-woon didn't
dare speak to him after what had happened. The news that Jungkook had not only taken a sibling
from all of them but was capable of eating his own kind had isolated him further —if that was
possible.

In a normal situation, he would be punished for his revenge. But Jungkook had not acted as
impulsively as they thought. It was his right to have that place. No one could condemn him when at
no time had he gone beyond the rules of the game. But those same rules were only fun for those in
control of the board. As long as they could step on Jungkook, anything was allowed.

His footsteps ceased as he saw the tall, slender figure of his father. He had just arrived but had not
yet entered. His dark suit and bag in hand indicated that he had just finished work. Father cared
little about what happened to Eunwoo. On his impassive face, there was not a single drop of
sadness about what had happened. There wouldn't be; he himself was content with the recent loss.

"You shouldn't be here from now on." He did not approach Jungkook. He watched him, as he
always did. "The Chief will visit. She'll make them understand." As much as Jungkook hated his
grandmother she was the only neutral member of the family.
"I should've killed him," he whispered. The wind outside ruffled his words and hair.

Father watched his raven hair get disheveled and walked to his son. His hand came close to the
boy's face. The gesture put Jungkook on alert. The proximity of his relatives was registered in his
brain under a danger Eunwoo had pushed onto him. "You need to cut your hair," Kang-dae said,
voice tactless, and grabbed the end of one of the young alpha's long locks. "As the new heir, your
image has to be perfect." Jungkook liked his long hair. It was soft and it looked good on him. He
preferred to dress comfortably, too. But those were banal preferences he didn't need anymore. He
would shave his head if he had to. He would remove all his piercings even. Anything to prove to
himself he was worthy of his new position.

"Got it." Jungkook moved his hand away. The alpha didn't react to the rude gesture. He dropped
his hand and turned to the hospital gates.

"The Chief will call you to get your new tattoo and do the paperwork." That heavy tone again.
"Don't disappoint me." His words always had that menacing edge, never proud no matter what
Jungkook did.

"I won't," the boy muttered, refusing to turn to look at his father. They still had a pending talk, but
this wasn't the moment. "Go mourn your favorite son and stop pestering me." Jungkook headed
downstairs, knowing it would be the last time in a long time he would see his brother's disfigured
face again.
 ─────── · ⅩⅤⅢ · ───────

"Leaving?" Jimin turned toward the vehicle to his right. The first thing he spotted was the platinum
hair. The alpha had light eyes, similar to the greyish color the locks over his forehead had. The long
fading scratch on his face enhanced that feature.

"Yeah," the omega seethed, clutching his tote bag even more tightly. Regardless of this man's
relationship with Hobi, Jimin didn't trust him. He was a predator and an alpha. His sudden
appearance felt forced and schemed.

He attempted to proceed his walk down the sidewalk, but Yoongi's car followed in his footsteps,
slowly moving the vehicle down the pavement. His arm hung out of the open window. "I can take
you there." Jimin stood quiet. "Wherever you're going."

He had a nice smile. His lips were thin and stretched into a thin line when they broke into one.
Yoongi looked cordial and calm. Yet there was something behind that smile that Jimin deemed he
should avoid. "I'm just going to the city to do some errands," he clarified, trying to shake the man
off. The bus stop was close to the hospital. He could call a taxi, even. Anything to not get in an
unknown predator's car.
Jimin heard from within. "It's quite late for you at this hour," the thin lips mouthed as the unnerving
pale eyes dilated while watching him. The smiles never reached them. His words felt like they
belonged to someone else. Jimin could almost visualize the alpha he hated so much grinning in his
sleek black car like he did whenever he dropped him at the hospital. "You told me you know
Jungkook," prompted the omega. A gust of cold wind blew some rough leaves next to his feet. Wet
crushed ones crunched to the ground beneath his boots. He remained still, motionless.

"I do," Yoongi confessed. "Though I'd say he's not fond of me," Jimin stiffened his grip on his bag's
handle. Perhaps it was the obscure sensation Yoongi emanated, but the bunny's inner omega was
agitated in the presence of the new predator.

"He hates you?"

The question fell suspended in the air. Jimin stared deep into the man's side profile. His complexion
was quite light.

"A lot." His teeth shone under the smiling face. The response, the new fact, lingered in Jimin's
mind for seconds. Jungkook hated the alpha.

That was good.

"If I asked you about him..." The cold was settling on the periphery of his lips; the steam escaping
with his words melted it. "...would you tell me?"

Yoongi drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "Well," he whispered looking straight ahead.
His moves weren't like the other alpha. Yoongi made the vehicle ampler. The snake predator's
presence shrunk the space. The alpha's shoulders reached below the shape of the seat; Jungkook's
were above that line, even protruding from the sides. He was a handsome man, but he lacked
Jungkook's ferocious aura. "You'll have to let me drive you in exchange."
Jimin had to force himself to unshackle from the vortex of thoughts that was devouring him. He
circled the car and unlocked it without hesitation. Jungkook despised him. Anything that could
make that loser angry was good enough for Jimin, despite the fact that no amount of pain could
ever compare to what he felt that night.

Yoongi's car door never swung open. The alpha irked an eyebrow at the sudden change of
willingness in the omega. "So?"

A strong sense of impending danger crept down the hollow of his spine. The cold couldn't get
through the thick layers of his coat. It was his instinct flashing that wouldn't let Jimin move.

"You can go." He took a step back. His fingers slipped off the edge of the knob. "I think... I rather
go alone."

He waited for the insistence he was used to. Yoongi didn't indulge that expectation. The alpha
nodded, to his bland surprise. "As you wish." Jimin stepped aside and let the car start and join the
road.

The man departed, and Jimin was left wondering what species he was. His presence these days had
been infrequent. The last time he had seen him his friend had been chatting animatedly with him.
Their closeness irked a strange hunch in the omega. When he had entered the room Hobi's
demeanor had switched, yet Yoongi had remained with the calm and confident smitten smile he
always had prepared.

His intentions remained a mystery. His responses to what had happened to Hobi felt scripted. Jimin
was still skeptical of the entire car accident explanation, but no one wanted to give him answers
that would spur his doubts. Not the doctors, nurses, or even his own friend. He could only wait to
meet Hobi's parents and ask them for the truth. Why would his friend lie, though?
The ground crunched beneath him again when he dragged his foot. Another stray leaf had fallen
crushed under the soles of his shoes. Jimin looked at the black on his boots. His purple trousers
added a nice touch to the outfit. He had bought it the day after he came from college. He refused to
use anything that belonged to that guy again.

The frivolous color of the ground enriched the brightness of his pants. As his brain zoomed into the
color, Jimin was taken back to the moment his eyes met the blue ones.

Would an omega like that catch Jungkook's attention?

Jimin counted the number of times the name Haneul had come up in their moments together like he
had been meant to point it out the whole time. Like when Jungkook had told him before fucking
him that Haneul was no one. Or when they had dinner and the alpha had been chatting with him. Or
like when he lied through his teeth about the guy's identity.

It was killing him inside. Jimin felt so fucking stupid.

His lips wobbled at the mere reminder that he had been used. The hands that had caressed him with
so much care, the face that had shone red when he called him a certain name… it felt like a dream.
Jimin refused to allow himself to cry. Mistakes happened. Some of them hurt deeper than others.
But he would get over it. Jimin would get over it no matter what.

If his omega refused to let Jungkook go, he would. If he had to push himself to delete every single
memory shared with the alpha, then he would gladly do it.

Jimin was so drained. So fucking exhausted. It felt like no matter what he did he'd keep running in
circles. He had done nothing but try to look at the bright side of his controlled life. Used by alphas
so many times on every occasion he had opened his heart to them but kept drowning in the same
mistake. He was a fuck toy for the guys in high school. A hot piece of meat for the gazes that tried
to take him home when he went clubbing. And a stupid fucking token toy for the alpha who had yet
done the most damage in him. His humanity had been minimalized to a fetish.

Moisture brimmed his eyes. The lower side of his vision was getting blurry. No. No. He wouldn't
do it. Jimin swallowed the ball sizing in his throat. When he noticed that his mind refused to stop
the tears he had forbidden from pouring down his cheek, he raised his hand.

The loud smack rang in his ears. The pain in his cheek caused his eyes to dry up. People on the
street stared at him, perplexed by the boy who had just slapped himself.

Jimin dropped his eyes to the ground. This time he let his shoe fall on the next dry leaf. He
imagined it was Haneul. He visualized it was Jungkook. Or maybe Minrae. Or his mother, his
father. Or that Namjoon guy.

He pictured it was every individual who had hurt him. The people who didn't deserve him or his
pain. The omega stomped his feet on the ground. The fury of his footfall crushed the arid leaf.

He was better than this. Jimin deserved more than this.

*
Min-su froze at the sight of the door suddenly opening. A blonde head peeked from it. "Jimin…?"
Both omegas stared at each other. The brown eyes lacked warmth in them. He didn't look surprised
by the new resident but he didn't enter. His black boots stayed on the edge of the entrance.

"Is your brother here?" The question was emotionless. He was taking his precautions this time. So
straightforward it didn't sound like the same guy he had seen next to Jungkook days ago.

"No..." Jungkook was still rotting in the hotel room, and hopefully finally wrecking some of the
omegas Min-su had given his address to.

He knew that what he did had serious consequences and that he was fucked up on so many levels,
but it was his brother's sanity and stubbornness fighting each other. He was just helping him pick
the right choice. Sex was normal. He wasn't mated and Jimin wasn't his boyfriend —he wouldn't be
anytime soon, anyways. Nothing was stopping him from allowing himself some release. Blame it
on Min-su's mentality.

The blond pushed the door and went straight for the stairs when he slid into the dining room.
“Didn't you live here? What happened?” The questions got ignored as Jimin kept climbing the
stairs. Hidden behind his long coat, the back of his boots smacked the marble that forged the route
to the bedrooms upstairs. “Hey…” Min-su followed him, confused. What was with him now?

The omega got into the room his brother had assigned him. Min-su had already gone through all of
them after stealing the apartment for himself. He had gone through the bathroom, chambers, gym,
and living room. His curiosity had swiped every area. Nothing was out of place, as one would
expect from his brother. He had been surprised to notice that no one came to clean these day, but
the realization soon hit him. The alpha couldn't risk some random worker stumbling on Jimin.

He watched the blond pace the room. A police officer searching for drugs was less chaotic. Jimin
threw everything to the floor to get some things out and placed them on the bed. There was so
much inside that it gave the impression that he had been living there for years. He was making a
mess on purpose.

The omega powered up the laptop that had been left on the nightstand since he had left and inserted
a flash drive into it. The scowl hidden under his fluffy bangs was aggravating with each passing
second he watched the screen load, pretending Min-su wasn't standing at the doorframe, being a
mere spectator. Three minutes passed. The predator was about to burst if he didn't ask. “What
happened between you and my brother?” Jimin seemed fed up with his last question. With a smack,
the laptop was shut down. He yanked the flash drive from it. The small electronic pen dropped into
his bag, followed by some papers on the table. The younger omega noticed that the bunny only
took the notebooks; no clothes, no products. Min-su knew he was leaving because the omega had
stopped visiting the apartment, but that didn't make the situation any less confusing. “Did you fight
with Jungkook?”

"Don't even say his name." Ugh. That had sounded worse than anger. Was there a word for that?

"Don't take it on me, okay?" Min-su raised his hands in a sign of peace. "I just want to know—

"Know what?" Jimin threw him a murderous stare. “Fuck you two. Especially that whore you have
for a brother.”

Min-su needed a few seconds to process what he had just heard. No lies had been detected, though.
“So something did happen.”
The omega swung his bag. He was ready to smash Min-su's head with the notebooks in it. "I'll tell
you what happened." Jimin walked over to him. His steps were calm but his gaze was burning in
hatred. “Your brother is the biggest piece of shit I've ever seen in my life. I'd chop his dicks with
my own teeth right now if I could. I'm praying he gets run over by a fucking car or kills himself.
Fuck him. Actually, fuck your whole fucking lineage. Every single one of you is just as twisted. I
hope he fucking chokes while eating that Han bitch he got.”

Oh.

Was it that serious?

Jimin's anger was sucked back in; the omega groaned, annoyed, and pushed Min-su out of his way.
Jungkook must have done some horrible shit to have the guy this mad. Although Min-su was pretty
sure the blonde had already been aware of how horrible the alpha was. There was no way Jungkook
had been faking his personality with him.

He didn't understand anything. Why did he think his brother was staying with Haneul? Min-su
frowned at the lack of sense in this sudden change of demeanor he was witnessing.

"Jimin..." He attempted to clarify to the omega that Jungkook had rejected the other guy. Tell him
that Jungkook didn't want to touch anyone but him —Min-su was still processing the fact that his
brother had entered his corny crush phase.

"Don't Jimin me, okay?" A finger was thrown at his face. The omega watched as Jimin clenched his
jaw at him, ready to pounce on the predator. "Shut the fuck up and let me leave in peace."

Min-su was conflicted. Would everything be fixed if he told this guy that his brother was still
chanting his name every time he jerked? That sounded insane. His good intentions remained sealed
by his lips, who refused to express his thoughts about the reality of the situation when he, in the
middle of the corridor, noticed he had left Jungkook's room open.
"Have you ever been in there?" Jimin stood still in the middle of the hallway. His neck snapped to
the boy on the other side of the elongated space. He looked so mad. Anger did not look cute on
him, although his brother would have disagreed with that statement. "Listen… I have nothing to do
with whatever my brother did." He didn't know what to say at first. A chilling cold escaped through
the ajar door. "I just wanna know, since you've been living here for so long... Has Jungkook let you
in his room before?"

"No." Jimin adjusted the bag on his shoulder. His brown eyes settled on the gap of the open room.
Min-su had taken his brother's keys after his last visit. He had been sleeping on his bed like he
owned the whole place.

"Would you like to see it?"The predator could tell the omega was growing tense.

"I'm leaving," the blond huffed and continued on his way through the corridor. Min-su grasped his
arm.

"Are you sure?" His fingers had no strength on the grip yet Jimin couldn't move an inch. He was
startled at the sudden feeling of curiosity Min-su was feeding him. "Have you ever wondered why
that room is always closed?" There was no way Jungkook had let him put a foot inside. If he had,
Jimin wouldn't have stayed under his roof.

"No. And I don't care." His eyes sparkled, making a fool out of his words. The anger fought to hide
them.

"Mm..." Min-su hummed his answer, tasting it with no trust. "I think you should."
"The fuck does that mean?" Jimin slipped out of the grip effortlessly. His bag was still attached to
his side, waiting for him to push himself out of this apartment.

"Don't be like that with me," Min-su pursed his lips into a line. "I just wanna make clear... I'm not
like my brother."

"You are still a fucking snake," Jimin spat out angrily.

"And still omega." The statement relaxed his tight facial muscles. "So as an omega... I know what it
feels like to..." he looked down at his own hands. He didn't need to explain such personal shit to a
stranger. "I want to help."

"Help your brother." Jimin snarled. "He's the mentally challenged one here."

Min-su snorted. Fine. He was dragging his brother to fifth now. Min-su had to hide the smile
fighting to come out. "No. I'm trying to help you."

Jimin didn't trust him. That was more than obvious. Min-su wouldn't trust a guy he didn't know at
all either and even less if it was the brother of the one who had… cheated on him? "There's so
much stuff you don't know about him, Jimin. I love him and all but I see myself in your place... and
I wouldn't want to be swayed this way."

“I've already been swayed. Your brother has made my life a living hell.” The omega averted his
focus to the ground. His lashes hid the sad glimmer of his gaze.
"I know—

"No you don't. You don't get it. You will never fucking get it." The timbre of his voice trembled; he
fought to remain collected. "I let him use me and he just… After everything he has done…" Jimin
soughed. "Forget it." He turned his back. “I don't care what he's hiding. I'm done with him."

“Even if it involves your life…? Min-su wanted to blurt out. He couldn't mouth the question. This
guy would break into pieces if he knew more. Jungkook wasn't using him. He didn't even see him
in a normal way. But what was the point in telling him that? Min-su wanted to help him run from
his brother. “You should,” he murmured to himself. Give him his right to decide without the alphas
that ruled his existence writing their fate. "I know you dislike me and you will even more when you
know about this..." Min-su bit his lip. "But that's fine."

Jimin scoffed in disbelief. Curiosity, mixed between horror and doubt of what he was hearing,
throbbed in his steps. "So what if I do? I don't even know you. This is the second time I see you. If
you want to help me so much with this omegas-together bullshit why are you so adamant to
speak?"

"I can't tell you everything but... I just want you to be free from my brother." Jimin blinked a few
times at his comment. Min-su knew he sounded more like an enemy to his family than Jungkook's
dearest relative. He just wasn't a biased person. Reality couldn't mask itself no matter how much
love and adoration one poured into it. The truth was that even if his brother had his reasons, even if
his own family had forced him to be like that… Jimin had no reason to be forced to understand
him. That wasn't fair. His lives were already sad enough to watch this dude get tricked by his
brother. "He's... I don't think you understand how sickening is his obsession with you." Jimin was
unfazed, aware of how crazy the predator was for him. "He has..." the blond glanced at the door
behind him, following the thread of Min-su's gaze. "He has done some stuff behind your back that
—"

"You're not getting it, are you," Jimin spoke, cutting his words. “I said I'm done. I don't care
anymore." The tips of his boots took a full turn this time. The omega dashed down the stairs and
left.
 ─────── · ⅩⅤⅢ · ───────

They collapsed on the ground. Although the back of his hair had fallen apart on the surface,
Jungkook did not allow him to fully rest on it. The omega whimpered as one of the cocks slid from
the hole, a second that was cut when Jungkook pushed himself back in. It was excruciatingly
painful. The ache of being unable to empty his balls was driving him insane. There was always
more left inside. A craving tainted by the sensation of being unfulfilled.

They hadn't kissed since they started. Jungkook couldn't take his mind off the link he shared with
the hole sucking his cocks between that moistness. Good boy, he heard. His gaze flicked up to
Jimin's face. "You're fucking me just right." The wet lips begged for a kiss but Jungkook couldn't
bring himself to push his on them, too scared that the touch of such texture would jolt him awake.
Only the real-life Jimin held a warmth in his lips that made Jungkook shiver for more. One kiss and
the crystals —which his brain had fashioned around him like a sleazy play— would shatter into a
thousand pieces.
He mounted the shivering body under his hands, which tightened around the omega's muscles.
Jungkook climbed him, absorbed by his selfish pleasure. His cocks struggled to push back inside
the ardor that awaited him, and when Jimin screamed from the tension for the second time, he
rammed inside until the spread asscheeks touched the beginning of his girth. The alpha's fangs
gripped the smooth back. The bed beneath them split, and they were lowered to the floor by a step.
Even so, Jimin couldn't get away from him. The firm thrust had him entangled beneath the alpha,
with no choice but to take it and take it. Only with the promise of not being impaled back onto the
predator's cocks, his intestines rearranged themselves. Bunnies were small creatures. Even in his
tall human form, Jimin had a small cunt that an alpha like Jungkook wasn't supposed to have.

But he was bound to own it. To fill it in his seed until the boy chanting his name could only
remember Jungkook's cocks every time he breathed. Until the inner surface of his stomach
recognized the taste of Jungkook's seed as one more blessing in his body.

The slaps rang out in his ears. Jungkook had long since lost the concept of time. The night never
left; he didn't want it to go. They had been at it for hours and the proof of it grew bigger with the
sight of a trembling Jimin begging the alpha for a rest.

However, Jungkook wouldn't grant him that wish.

His cocks stuffed the puffy hole to shut the omega up. The predator was coming inside again when
Jimin kissed the floor, wet from his tears. There was no doubt he was coming pregnant out of this.
Jungkook's intention to take everything at his own pace would explode in his face. A side of both
parties would be happy while Jimin carried his child with that feral hatred of his. He wasn't the
kind to give up on himself.
Screw it. He deserved him. Jungkook deserved to own him for the rest of his life.

"You'll be popping kids out of that cunt every year. And right after you push one out of you, I'll
make you carry another one." He moaned against Jimin's lips. "There'll be no doubt of who fucks
Jimin. A Jeon. That sounds like the only right answer." The mere image restored his stamina to 100.
He wanted to see that round belly with his seed. Beads of semen rolled down his pretty Jimin's
thighs. Jungkook would lock him up somewhere with him in, so no one could see how fucking
gorgeous his omega looked full of him.

Jimin's fingers turned red where the blood was pressed. His grip on the ground under his chest held
him from the brutal thrusts that pierced his now wasted and frail body. His cock hung limp between
his legs, unable to rise from what felt like a day of merciless fucking that never let him go. Awave of
orgasm bolted through the fibers of his muscles. Jungkook bit into that dainty neck. Jimin suddenly
felt tighter and every vein surrounding the hard cocks fucking his abused hole pulsated the cum
inside.

His legs quaked with the lack of energy in his soul yet Jungkook never drew away from him. He
pumped his seed back into his omega with the same brutal pace he had reserved for Jimin while he
held his middle, ensuring the lovely bunny couldn't escape. His venomous words caused the omega
to blush from the torment of their truth. He was his to break, there was no point in denying such a
thing.

"Look at that," Jungkook said proudly. He sat Jimin on his lap and allowed the omega to rest his
bruised and battered back against his chest. The thrusts from below him became slower but
sharper. His small hole had become oversensitive as a natural outcome of the aggressive stretch. "I
can see myself inside you," the alpha murmured over the sweaty shoulder under his chin. His
fingers caressed Jimin's abused nipples, shiny from his spit. A crown of bite marks encircled their
shape. Jungkook rounded the path of the areolas and lowered to the bulge on the omega's stomach.
Jimin's belly flattened when his cock was pushed out—only up to his head because Jungkook
couldn't stand not being inside him for more than a second.
The alpha propelled himself in. Jimin's gaped entrance stretched to the point where the blond had
to gulp down the sudden feeling of fullness. The shape of Jungkook was drawn under the lower trail
of the omega's abdomen. It was the thickness of each cock, not the length, that made Jimin the ideal
vessel for this effect. And that only fostered Jungkook's depraved mind. His fingers hugged Jimin's
sleeping cock. The omega recoiled from his grasp but the action only earned him a deeper bite that
left his shoulder worse. "Don't," Jungkook warned him with a low grunt that shifted to a sigh of
relief when he felt himself cum again. He stroked the cock and watched how Jimin's sensibility
made him jerk in pain, although he was never able to release himself from the torture with
Jungkook's arm cinched around his waist.

His cock collapsed sore over his tanned thigh. The rest of cum slid over his palm; a now watery
substance that held no density in it. The strong smell didn't help end the delirious state he was
trapped in. Images flashed through his eyes, mocking his hilarious state and presenting him a scene
he would never witness in his own skin. Jungkook cleared his throat with a dry laugh that scratched
the bottom of his throat. The feeling of an exhausting orgasm that still didn't manage to lower the
heat growing in his organs washed over him. "Maybe I'm really mentally ill."

Fucking Park Jimin.

The alpha rested in his own sweat for several minutes. Ruts had always disgusted him; he lacked
the strength to shower while his body was primed to procreate at any time of the day. His basic
needs became insignificant against the urge to be inside a warm cunt.

He was starving. The fever had cooled down but his body was still sizzling. Every time Jungkook
stood up, he fought the dizziness dissolving his eyesight.

When the doorbell began to ring, he pulled himself off the damp mattress. It was his fifth time
having to open the door for someone. He had requested his brother to bring him pain relievers.
Jungkook had injected them repeatedly whenever he felt the strong desire to tear down the door and
look for Jimin. At least he had forced himself to delete his number, but in his best state, Jungkook
knew he could remember every digit that composed the omega's number. He could remember
everything about Jimin, every fucking detail from the way he breathed —how much cologne he put
on his head, how many times he touched his nose, or how many times he chewed before
swallowing...— to how many fine strands forged his eyelashes.

He hauled himself down the corridor. The alpha struggled to keep his balance. His legs felt heavy.
He ignored the revolting odor of his cum. The living room was in disarray. He despised the mess
and wished he could fix it, but the pain consumed all of his intentions.

Jungkook opened the door to yet another doll-like woman. He was going insane at this rate. After
the hell of sending him every fucking whore he ever put his dick in to help him, Min-su needed a
good punch in the jaw. "Jungkook! You look so...!" She was speechless for a hot minute. The girl
swallowed at the alpha's nakedness and opened her bag nervously. She took a bunch of shit out of
her branded bag that Jungkook recognized right away, as if to entice him like some feral animal. "I
brought some food and condom—" The package flew up against the wall behind her. Both the food
and the condom bags shattered to the ground. The omega gasped. "Why did you—"

Jungkook ripped off the collar of her jacket and brought her closer. The poor girl leaped from the
shock before she got tugged into the alpha's face. Her nose crunched at the strong odor waving off
his skin. He looked —and smelled— like a caveman. "This will be the last time I'm saying this.
You will not come here again, nor your fucking friends." She shook her head uncomfortably from
the strong pheromones choking her lungs. "If I see you again the next time your parents come to
see you they'll find your chopped head attached to a stick at the entrance of the dorm."

They just kept coming. His brother had spread the word about his presence, and they were now
chasing him like fresh meat. Jungkook failed to keep up. Between his own need to fuck and the
annoying constant pestering he was on the verge of killing someone.

He slammed the door closed. After this shit, he was going to have a serious talk with his brother. It
was enough for the idiot fuck of an omega to inform everyone that he was staying at this hotel so
that his classmates could pay him a visit. There were even some girls he hadn't talked to in months
that now were camping under his dick like some beggars.
Jungkook detested the obvious truth that he couldn't fuck someone else. He wished he could, yet he
also didn't want to. Despite how crazy it sounded, the lust refused to ignite in him when he looked
at omegas. Even Haneul, a pretty little thing who would have been fucked through hell if given a
second chance, didn't make him want to snap off his skin.

He reflected on that feeling. It wasn't a matter of self-control. Even when Haneul tried to touch
Jungkook at the party hours before, he was repulsed. His body refused skin contact. But when he
rested his eyelids, he felt at peace envisioning that the touch was from the omega that owned his
mind.

He was eager to impress Jimin. The omega obviously didn't believe him and continued to regard
him as an alpha whore. Jungkook wiped a hand over his face. He hadn't helped to erase that image,
and he'd already gotten off to a bad start with him.

Just remembering his horrified expression sunk Jungkook's chest. He had forced his hands on the
guy, reverting to his dumb selfish self. He wanted to declare that he would never hurt Jimin —
because he really wouldn't— but he knew better. Jungkook was bound to hurt him again, and again.

It wasn't worth it to try to fix the mess Jimin was trapped in. It would be worse for their relationship
if he settled the stupor and went back to fuck it up again.

This was embarrassing. Since when... since when was he having these thoughts? Being cautious
about how to approach some random omega, a simple fucking omega, a lower being that should be
following his demands with no question. Jungkook slipped to the ground.

The dilemma was that Jimin wasn't just any omega. In Jungkook's viewpoint, Jimin wasn't even a
lower level. His life had more weight for him than his own classmates’.
He had been too confident at the start of this plan. Jungkook didn't know him that well at that time,
so this wasn't that surprising either. Jimin was supposed to be someone that would fall in his hands
and he would enjoy —fest— on his desires. He had been patient, after all. He had schemed every
step and promised himself to wait for the right time, and play the rough card from the start.
Because if he did not wait, his brothers would take Jimin. Someone—

Jungkook bit his tongue so hard till a metallic flavor flooded his taste buds. His chest rose from the
sparked wrath. It took a mere scenario to get him worked up. Ah, this feeling. Nobody could ever
separate him from Jimin. Nothing, not death, not life, nothing. And anyone who dared to do so
would be killed. The simple thought of that prospect agitated him, and he saw red.

Jungkook groaned, nauseated. He rested his eyes. In the starry black space under the sheet of his
eyelids, Jimin's face was outlined. He touched his lips and imagined that the tip of his fingers was
the brush of the omega's tongue. It was enough for him if he could kiss his cheek, even.

His pride stung as he caressed his own fingers. He felt humiliated by the reminder that he had
stroked himself against every corner with only one god in his mind.

Jungkook had always been so desperate for Jimin... from the very first time.

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"Isn't it pretty?" Jimin glanced at the painting again. His mother was clutching his arm as she
always did, so as not to let her son out of her sight. Her warm smile hid control but that motherly
love was still evident.

The painting in front of them was very beautiful. Amidst the buzz of the party when one stood in
front of it silence reigned. Jimin didn't know if it was him ignoring the other voices or just how far
away his portrait —the birthday present from his father— was. A huge painting of Jimin sitting like
a prince, dressed in the most angelic fabrics while holding a bouquet of roses. The portrait was in
oil and his father had made sure it was done by the best painter. Not a detail had escaped reality.
Jimin's soft blond hair, his brown eyes, button nose, and even his lips, closed in a smile, pink and
soft.

Jimin would have preferred a luxury flat in another country but he didn't want to be a killjoy.
Despite his horrible relationship with his father that had only now started to be go downhill, where
the alpha thought his son adored him and Jimin was afraid of having his secrets revealed, he was
still Park Jimin, the Park's son.

The bunny had made sure to give his father a kiss on the cheek, to thank him for the beautiful gift
worthy of an omega. The most beautiful omega in the country according to some guests.

The inauguration for the expansion of the PK power plants was proudly celebrated tonight.
According to Park, there was no better decoration than to put the huge picture of his son on the
wall, so that everyone could appreciate his beauty.
Jimin wanted to take another glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, but his mother's hand got
in the way.

"Omegas shouldn't drink so much sweetie, think about your body" his mother whispered with a
smile that Jimin had to hide the fact that it depressed him. He put his hand down and kept walking,
guided by her.

People paced around the place, others stood still in their spots chatting. Jimin passed by and
thousands of glances fell on him and sometimes on his mother. The alphas were brazen when it
came to staring and some were even a threat, twice his age.

The classical music was soft and lively. Jimin clung to his mother as he went to greet omegas from
other companies and influential figures, some of them artists. Staying alone was a bad idea
because alphas would approach him and his father would be furious, blaming Jimin for not being a
respectable omega. He was still too young.

Jimin dipped his head in greeting as various predators and prey offered him a candid smile. He
wanted to be out on the streets, partying with his friends and drinking till he passed out, though
none of that was possible under Park's manor.

"Will it ever be sold?" an alpha asked Jimin's father, her husband and son approaching him.
Several alphas and omegas nodded sharing the same curiosity. Mr Park didn't know what to say for
a second but after a quick glance at Jimin, he smiled, the wrinkles in his eyes noticeable.

"No."
Jimin didn't react, already knowing the answer beforehand. His eyes flicked back to the oil-painted
face and he felt pretty for a few seconds. Many hybrids were staring at the painting with whispers,
and murmurs echoing through the room. Jimin took advantage of his mother's distracted chatter
with another omega and slipped from her grasp. His steps unconsciously directed him to that mass
of hybrids appreciating the work. He didn't know why.

The bunny stood in the middle of them all, letting himself be seen with pride.

"You really look like your mother" said one of the omegas, husband of one of his father's
associates, approaching him. Jimin smiled, a little embarrassed.

"Indeed" another omega muttered, approaching him. "You look like a doll, sweetheart."

It wasn't the first time he'd heard it. Compliments were always raining down on him and swelling
his ego but Jimin still blushed involuntarily.

A soft smell caressed his nostrils. The murmur around him intensified and he could notice, among
thousands of shoulders in suits and others bared by attires, one at the very front. Jimin approached,
ignoring the next omega that spoke to him. His nose seemed to pull him towards the source of that
scent but there was no way of knowing who owned it. It was thick. A strong scent.

It called for his attention.

Jimin scratched the back of his neck. His soul itched and the throb flourished with each step he
took. A hot wave lifted the hair from his skin to the nape of his neck, slowing to the hairline above
it.
"Jimin, come meet one of our new investors," his mother yanked him back. It had only been two
seconds since he had vanished from her sight. His father was more annoying tonight than he had
expected, too. Even if it was a special night his only topic of conversation was his stupid company.
The man had nothing but that in his brain.

It was exhausting. Not just because his world was centered on that, but because sometimes it felt
like he only cared about his empire. Even on his only son's birthday, he had made everything about
himself.

"We need a good push to get the company off the ground," his mother said. She had adapted to this
hostile environment in which an omega's voice was less than an alpha's. It was sad and yet
admirable. Jimin knew that no matter how much he wanted to be in charge, he was going to be
nothing more than what his mother was now; a puppet sitting next to his owner.

The alphas would converse with his father with grace, and he, with his bright eyes, would pique
their interest in his future plans. Jimin was sick of shaking hands with the guests. The presence of
these men and women who could easily crush even his own father disturbed him.

Among the many visitors, some had not yet reached him. Jimin's father lured them around the room,
pacing with a corporate smile on his face. Investors. He desired investors regardless of the
circumstances. And you could tell by the determination on his face that there were no limits to his
ambition.

Even if PK had pulled off a leap worth of headlines, the house wouldn't be able to stand on its own
for long. That was where his hidden agenda of making as many connections as he could to drag in
as many partners as there were in the room came in. Jimin had been surprised by the presence of
even predators, but it made sense. They were the biggest moneybags in the country.

They looked the same to him. The truth was he didn't know a single person in the room apart from
his father's close friends and the omegas who kept downgrading his mother with that passive-
aggressive tone.
"You'll be soon in college, right?" Despite the question, Jimin kept his gaze fixed on the door. It had
a pleasant fume. Something smelled so delicious that he couldn't concentrate on his own thoughts.
His mother responded to the man standing nearby, an omega, who was chatting with them. "Oh, I
see. I enrolled my daughter in the omega university which recently made it to the news. The
education there is exceptional."

Ms. Park's eyes sparkled; she was interested. "Maybe my Jimin needs some of that," she beamed.
Her son ignored the comment. His focus was still on the gate that led to the hallway. A robust
fragrance yearned for him. His body dinged with the need to go there. "We'll definitely enroll him
in an only-omega university. He's a good kid but I fear being around alphas will put him in
danger."

"Oh, don't worry then. I can speak to the principal. She'll love to have the Park's son as one of her
students. They have great rules and..." Jimin took subtle steps back, ignoring the conversation.

His mother noticed that he'd moved away in a split second. "Jimin? Where are you going?" she was
quick to say as soon as she saw the space next to her empty. When he heard her voice, he shrank
back into his clothes. His mother would continue to parade him around. He wasn't used to seeing
this amount of predators near his family. There were so many of them that Jimin felt compelled to
escape to his room.

"To have some fresh air," sighed the boy. That response only made his mother more concerned. The
man she was speaking with cast a glance between the two of them.

"Alone? No no," his mother was quick to say. She was so dramatic over anything Jimin did. "I can't
have you stumbling into some guest and..."

Jimin pulled out of her hold again. God, she was so annoying. "I'll be quick. I'm tired of greeting
people."
His mother's hand, still in the air, jumped back to capture him. The omega's jaw ticked. He refused
to go on with whatever this was. Jimin was sick of hearing the same talk. He didn't even know the
guests. He had never planned to join this party.

"Mom," he muttered, furious. Jimin rubbed his arm. The gravity of his mother's long nails digging
into his skin was still palpable. "I said I'll be back." Jimin wanted to scream at her to leave him
alone, to let him breathe in peace. The omega pierced the sea of guests behind him before she could
chase him. She yelled for him, but Jimin refused to respond. With all of this chit-chat, his head was
about to explode.

"Honey you can't just do that! Your father has invited some dangerous predators!" Her hand
clutched the omega's shoulder. Jimin inhaled deeply. She was sucking all of her son's soul out of
him to the point where it was bordering on overwhelming.

"I'm so tired," whispered Jimin to his mother once slipping off her body with a push. Since the
beginning of the night, she had dragged him around the house. Jimin blended into the crowd and
dashed to the doors leading to the corridor. The congested air lost weight in the new surroundings.
There was less noise, and the perfume smell had increased in density.

He pressed his fingers against the glass of juice. His skin pricked. Jimin felt alone in this place, his
own home. If only he could be with Hobi tonight and make it lighter or run away together
somewhere... Or maybe go drink until the sun came up and Jimin forgot his own name. His parents
had only allowed him one glass of alcohol, convinced he was still too young to take more.

The omega soughed. His vision had blurred, and his ears had become clogged in the fresh air,
which had such a sweet taste that it was now biting at the back of his tongue.
These celebrations were always followed by a desire to vanish. It was so monotonous. Even his
birthdays were ruined at the expense of his family. Normal people invited their children's friends;
his father invited whoever he pleased.

The omega crawled into the depths of the hallway. The rooftop balcony was upstairs. Jimin took a
sip of the juice to hide the dizziness he was getting from the smell of perfume. The thought
suggested to him the possibility that maybe the cleaners had used a new air freshener these days.
However, this smell... this smell was so unique that it didn't seem like it could be real. Like the
theory that there were colors that the human eye could not detect, this was a unique and
unrecognizable scent that felt like a drug to his lungs.

He ascended to the balcony. His sense of smell guided his closed eyes. The crystal cup in his grip
threatened to slip through his fingers. Jimin inhaled the syrup in the air and pushed it against his
chest. The itching had taken a back seat. He was now soaking with a body throbbing as much as his
heart.

The aroma wasn't emanating from the juice. It was like opening a bottle of some expensive perfume
and spraying it. There was something about any strong perfume that distinguished it from the
others. An intensity that clung to the skin, to the hair, to the clothes.

This one had an attunement that spoke to Jimin, that whispered to him little somethings that
couldn't be deciphered. His omega was so soothed by that aroma that he melted with every step he
took with his eyes closed.

Jimin breathed deeper in that air. The hairs around his nostrils danced in the pool of cloyingness.

He couldn't smell the fresh garden grass that must have come from the balcony. Had he even gotten
there yet? A tobacco-scented breeze hit his closed eyelids, but the omega could only focus on that
aroma. Jimin imagined himself immersed in it, his body numb and unable to rise from the puddle.
The sea around him was dense, and it allowed the omega to float over it.
It felt familiar. No, not at all. It was a place Jimin had never been before, but it felt like the ideal
setting for him. A safe spot space where he could open his feelings—

"What the fuck are you doing?"

His eyelids shot up at the voice. Jimin froze at the realization. The tip of his nose was flattened
against the surface of a guy's neck. He had his nose pressed against the crook of his shirt,
breathing deep into his neck like some kind of vampire. It smelled so good Jimin hadn't even
realized he had just forced his way into him.

The scent gland was pulling him in, while the omega tried to snap out of the daze. Jimin jumped
back to his place and almost slipped off the bench. His face was twisted in shock and
embarrassment. Just as he was about to move his fingers loosened their grip on his cup. The juice
fell on the chest trapped in a tight white shirt, staining the pale tone with a colorful hue. The solid
was smashed to the ground. Jimin looked down, embarrassed. "I'm so sorry! My hand just slipped!"

"Are you fucking dumb?" The voice said, but Jimin kept bowing, mortified. He had just stuck his
nose into a stranger's and now poured juice over them. His parents would kill him for this. "Hey."
Jimin swallowed hard. He was so ashamed he could faint right here. The strong smell of sweetness
was making him unable to think. Jimin raised his head in fear. “Answer—” The stranger fell silent,
just as much as the blond.

The two remained with their lips parted. Jimin was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that
the guy he had just poured the glass of juice over, smoking on the balcony, appeared to be brought
from his deepest fantasies. Pitch-black hair reached his shoulders, some of it over his face, and the
other tucked behind his ear. The omega studied him, dumbfounded. His brows weren't twisted in
disgust but Jimin could tell somehow by one of his eyebrows moving more upward than the other
that he was trapped in a haze. He was so handsome under the moonlight the omega was starting to
believe he was still sucked into his imagination.
 The cigarette in the boy's fingers slipped to the ground following the smashed glass. He looked like
he had just witnessed a miracle in front of him. He was emitting the previous sweet fragrance. "I'm
sorry, I drank too much alcohol," the omega managed to roll off his stumbling tongue. He didn't
obtain a response.

Instead, he noticed the boy's ears turning red. He hadn't blinked for a moment since Jimin had
bumped into him. The black eyes and long hair down to the start of his shoulders darkened his soft
features. He looked so young compared to what his suit tried to make him look like. His handsome
face had a touch of roughness that was making the omega inside him scratch the walls to come out.
He had a few piercings adorning the curves that forged his appearance. One of his eyebrows was
entrapped between two balls, the same way his lips were.

He was so... perfect.

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The card's weight was barely discernible on the ground of his palm. His thumb was brushed against
the thin blade. Jimin fixated his attention on the border with his name on it. Park Jimin was
graffitied in fine letters on the metal layer that covered the detector's base. Their security was shit
so Jimin was still left to figure out how to protect himself from the depraved minds surrounding
him. He wasn't going to find a magical method to save himself, but he'd be better off now that he'd
prevented the main problem.
"Your room is ready." The principal leaned back in his chair as he folded his arms over the edges.
"Don't forget your password." Throwing the card in his face would have been more considerate
than the unnerving tone of his voice.

He had been standing in this room for two minutes. The alpha was visibly annoyed at his presence.
Jimin was a burden in his eyes; one that wasn't that heavy but kept pestering him.

He had no idea who his roommate was. The door number was written on the card. He wouldn't be
on the first level below like the rest of first-year omegas this time. Jimin had been moved to a
different floor. "Same year?" he wondered out loud. The predator chose not to respond but rather
reverted back to his job. The man was indifferent, just as he was unconcerned about what happened
to one of his students.

All dorms were structured by year —once separated by subcategories. Considering this was the
fifth level in the building, he wasn't meeting a close classmate. It felt more like a blessing, honestly.

The omega passed through the student-filled construction. Folks shooting the breeze inside the
classrooms could be heard strolling around. Some seminars were closed with signs indicating they
were in use. It took a brief peek to see what was inside the ones that were accessible. Some
subjects' practical parts included manual tasks related to their degree. They wouldn't be expected to
do them until the following year, so the only use this building had for the first years was the
laboratory and seminars.

Jimin returned his gaze to the front as he dodged the drumming older hybrids to his left and right.
He struggled to imagine himself staying here for another year. The idea did not depress him
because being an excellent student had been his sole responsibility for all of these years. It was the
hostility he was surrounded by that kept him from reaching his full potential. What would the next
few years be like, then? Jimin couldn't see himself graduating along with his classmates.
He walked out toned down. These days had been muddied by the knowledge that he would be
returning for the second monthly lab session. Jimin preferred not to confront the menace of a guy
he had for a stalker, but he had no choice. His only hope was that the rut would last forever and
allow him to complete the project on his own.

"Done?" Kai leapt over the wall. The ball caught under his arm fell to the ground, and he soon
returned it to his hand. "That was quick."

"The man hates me." He probed the surroundings with a small glance. Jimin couldn't wait for
summer to arrive and make the atmosphere more cheerful. Every day felt like he was trapped in a
horror movie. "I felt like he was going to spit in my face if I stood there any longer."

"Fuck him," Kai snorted with indignation. "He doesn't give a shit unless you're one of those high
predators." He hadn't taken a shower but refused to miss Jimin's walk to the town cafeteria. The one
at the university tasted like shit. More specifically, the coffee and the ladies working there. He
reached for the card in the omega's hand. The blond handed it over. "Oh?"

"What's wrong?" Jimin approached a surprised Kai checking, close to his face, the piece of metal.

"This is my friend's room. You're with her."

"Her?" Jimin stared, confused. "I have no idea who you're talking about."
"You do. She was one of the girls that joined us that night," Kai handed back the card and adjusted
the ball under his arm. He'd had to leave training at the last minute to accompany Jimin —for safety
purposes, he swore. The guy was still wearing his uniform. His trainers looked dirty and his hair
was damp. A layer of sweat covered his naked muscle calves and his arms, if it wasn't for the loose
sport cardigan over them. Fresh out a basketball match. "She has your number… I think."

Oh. Jimin twitched at the sudden reminder. "Ah, yes." She was one of the omegas he had met when
he went out with Kai and his friends. Both girls had messaged him numerous times, and Jimin had
ignored each and every notification. It wasn’t a personal issue. They were strangers to him. His
phone was more of an accessory than a device at this point. He had the notifications muted
anyways. It wasn't just the girl he had ignored. His mother had been swiped off and had anyone
who could jeopardize the peace he was trying to attain for the sake of his mental health.

Jimin didn't mind knowing that he would share a place with her. Even if she inquired him about the
ghosting, he couldn't bring himself to care. Jimin felt detached from everything, especially from the
others’ emotions. With the same rule, he handled Kai as a safe card and knew he was using him, as
miserable as it sounded. There was a naive aspect to all of this, and another that wasn't so much.

After being pushed back and forth, and the discovery of Jungkook's betrayal, Jimin escaped from
the loop the alpha had spurred him in. Outside of that spiral was a void that enabled him to create
his own path back to where he arose; not home, not his family, not Hoseok. Only himself.

“I called a cab while you were there. Let's just wait in one of the banks," It was a pain in the ass he
didn't have a car, but then again Jimin didn't either so this was like a frying pan calling the pottle
black. He gave a bored nod. "When are you going to pick up your things from the apartment Kai
trotted at a breakneck pace. Jimin stuffed his card into his bag and slid his hands into his sweatshirt
pocket for some heat. He was in desperate need of the hot coffee they had agreed to get. Although
it had been more Kai tagging along to whatever he wanted. “I'm free this afternoon. She's busy but
I'll tell her to help you after her lectures.”

“There's nothing to pick up,” Jimin replied. The vapor from the steam lingering over his mouth
manifested in the air in a soft cloud that faded in the brief second he blinked. Cold crippled down
his neck. He needed to buy a scarf. “I already took my stuff.”

“Where did you put it then? I never saw you bring anything here.”

“I ended up only taking my notes.” Kai gasped in shock.

“What about your clothes…? You left it all there?”

"I don't want anything from him." Jimin spat. Anger bubbled up his flushed cheeks at the reminder.
“He bought all that shit to boost his ego.”

Kai kept mum. His steps down the wet path back to the gates played in tune with those of the
omega. His eyes weighed on the blond's back. "I've never seen this before." Jimin returned his
stare, but he didn't slow down. “If you told this to anyone here they wouldn't believe you. It's even
hard for me if it wasn't for the fact that I've seen him behave like that in person.”

“It's all an act. He's the horrible person they think he is." Why was he talking about this fucker,
again? “I fell for it and he’ll probably find the next victim or chase me around because he can’t
take a no for an answer.”

“I won't let him,” Jimin heard from behind. Soft fingers caressed his shoulders, in that candid
comforting way he had needed this whole time. They were a few meters from the doors, ready to
leave. "I won't let anything happen to you, Jimin."
Silly guy. His intentions were good. This was the kind of purity Jimin needed in order to fix his life.
When it came to Jungkook, however, such a claim was meaningless. The alpha had never targeted
Kai; he was so insignificant to him that he didn't even see him as a threat —that bugged Jimin. He
would destroy him if he had the desire. Kai had no idea what he was talking about; the shit that
could happen to him if he crossed Jungkook's way. He had no boundaries when it came to getting
what he wanted. Killing Kai —because he wouldn't settle for just hitting him— would make no
noise for him, just another subject added to the list of murders Jimin had grown accustomed to
seeing sprout.

“Thank you.” He didn't shake the soothing palm off his shoulder. A lone voice advised him to let
that hand slide down his chest, drawing it closer until he could smell Kai's aroma. Jungkook's scent
was almost gone by this point, but Jimin could still feel it on his pores. He seemed to have been
trained to breathe in that thick musky air, the particles of which stirred with an addictive but lethal
perfume. The only way to banish his existence was to replace his presence with another. And if he
got used to a new smell, maybe he would fully forget, or deprogram his brain from grasping on the
last trails of the old scent he used to carry. “I appreciate it, even if I can deal with this myself. I’m
all alone here so… ” Jimin put his hand over the alpha’s and a wave of red blotches reached the
guy’s cheeks. Blame it on the cold. "It's good to have someone to have your back."

Kai gifted him another warm smile but did not remove his hand from his shoulder. While he let the
weight of those fingers linger on his body, Jimin guessed how the alpha would be slashed if
Jungkook was standing behind them. Seeing him breathing next to anyone annoyed him.

That was… good.

“Jimin!" could be heard down the path that traveled outside. The voice made the omega lunge from
his spot, feet flinching with the need to sprint to the opposite direction. His mind was quick to pick
up on the timbre, crispness, and intonation patterns he was so familiar with. Kai was staring at that
someone with an obvious confusion all over his face. The omega shifted to face the person he
dreaded seeing. That voice...
Any trace left of warm colour drained from his cheeks at the sight of his mother waving excitedly
from the car. Her bright smile stood in stark contrast to her son's outraged reaction. Jimin looked
like he had just witnessed the summoning of Satan with his own blood as the sacrifice. He had the
urge to pinch himself to make sure it wasn't a dream.

"Who's that...?" Kai said beside him.

Jimin twisted his neck, a look of despair on his face. “Leave. Fuck the coffee. My parents can’t see
you near me.” He nudged the tall mass of a guy refusing to move, peering at his parents.

“Sure but…” Kai trailed off, but the omega's hard push nearly threw him to the ground.

“Please. I’ll explain later.”

The alpha left with an unsure pace where he kept glancing back at the omega forcing a smile to
send him off. When he eyed back his parents he caught his mother watching the alpha leaving,
never washing off her annoying smile. Jimin was willing to tell him to run and escape this place
together if it wasn’t for his mother yelling his name, thinking he couldn't figure out who she was
from the distance.

Jimin was more than capable of that. It was the kind of voice that could raise him from the dead.
He had ingrained so many traumas with the way his mother spoke. Her gestures. Her watchful and
commanding gaze.
It didn't take long for the contraction around his neck to toughen. His heart had drifted to his
mouth. His lacerated tongue stiffened. Seeing that woman turned his stomach into a knot. "M-
mom...?" Jimin staggered over to his mother, a lovely omega standing next to a white car he
recognized well. Although that fact had only exacerbated the overwhelming sensation that had
rattled his body. His father.

“I told your father to call you to come out, but you came by yourself!” She looked so excited. Jimin
dragged his eyes to the driver. The steering wheel was empty. His father's head peered out of the
car window. The man was closing in on him in the few seconds it took the omega to catch his
breath and not collapse —collect himself from the ground before being accused of being dramatic.
Every step he took in his pricey brown shoes made the ground's senses a part of the omega's neck.
He was a lamb about to have its throat slit.

Fuck.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in a year." His father engulfed him in a warm embrace. It was
difficult to read his expression. Jimin was expecting a reprimand. His mouth was parched. His
stomach was clenching into a fist. He was on the verge of puking if he didn't get his act together.
The touch of the fatherly hands as they materialized around his form made Jimin anxious. The
omega wondered if his drumming heart could be felt through the layers of clothing. Nerves on edge
burned in his throat. It wasn't butterflies that fluttered in his belly. It was nausea from the horror of
seeing his parents. "How are you doing?" his father inquired, probing his shoulders. Jimin was
compelled to look away by the alpha's suffocating warm grasp and bleak stare. He wished he could
flee and hide behind something or someone —have a shield between him and these venomous
hands that pretended to care about him.

Even though Jimin had learned to adjust his reactions, it felt as if they could peruse his
consciousness. He'd only learned to control the ones that were visible to his surroundings. His
parents' senses, on the other hand, could break any of those fragile barriers with the slightest
pressure.
"I'm doing great," Jimin pushed out dryly. He kept swallowing inexistent saliva; the lump seizing in
his throat wouldn't go down no matter what. "H-how are you two?"

Why the fuck are you here?

There was no warning, nothing. They had stood at the university's entrance without any prior
announcement. Jimin felt naked in their presence. Secrets bared in broad daylight. A simple visit
had him shaking. What if the principal summoned them? Shit.

"Good, but the house feels empty without you sweetheart," his mother spoke as she approached her
son and pressed him against her chest. Empty... In that house, Jimin could hardly relax. He was so
tight-lipped that he couldn't even blink without the echo reaching his mother. "Your grandma
wanted to come too but the ride is a bit too long for her," she added.

His mother's face widened into a warm smile that Jimin rejected despite forcing one back. Soft
hands caressed his face, while he resisted the urge to scream all over her face.

His tattoos —no,... they couldn't see them. Jimin reminded himself of that several times as best he
could. He didn’t smell too much like alpha, did he?

While pretending to be pleased to see his mother, the omega squeezed her hand. It hurt to smile
when you couldn't feel the joy. He discovered his father searching around the building out of the
corner of his eye. His brown eyes darted through the vast place; wrinkles creased with a piercing
glare. "What's wrong, dad?" Jimin slipped out in a hushed tone. If he didn't keep his voice down, he
was going to end up screaming in horror.
"Nothing," was swift to claim the man. His father snuck closer to him, adjusting his blazer over his
neck. Jimin let the gravity of the alpha’s clingy hands nail him to the damp soil beneath his feet.
His father checked the watch on his wrist. "We'll be back to pick you up tomorrow, mm? Your
mother is tired from the trip."

“But why did you come?” Jimin prompted. He didn’t want to sound rude —even if he was quite
horrified to see them here— but curiosity took over his intentions.

His mother's eyes were constantly scanning his frame. Her brown gaze hopped up and down like
she was checking a dress to buy. Jimin pretended he didn't spot her discontent.

His father gave him an affectionate squeeze, which only made Jimin feel more agitated. "The
university invited us for the dinner. Didn't your mother tell you?" Their son had to take a step back
to recall any dinner being mentioned since he had been here. Unfortunately for him, there was a
memory of his mother telling him on the phone about it.

"I forgot...

"I can tell. You didn't do any diet to prepare for that dinner. Your face is rounder now." There she
was… smiling to coat those sharp comments. "I've told your father to take a break these days
before the dinner so we can have some family time together," the woman stated. Her baby pink
lipstick had mostly faded. She disliked anything that was too bright. "I need to try on some dresses
before that though."

"I'm busy right now..."

"Not now, Jimin," his father assured. "I know you have lectures later. I have some stuff to do too
while I’m here." He captured his wife's arm and pulled her farther from the blond. Jimin could tell
she didn't agree with the decision by her blank silence after his last sentence. "I'll come pick you up
next week and we'll all have dinner together, mm?"

“When?” she interjected. Her controlling eyes shot back to her son. “Can’t you give us a quick tour
through the campus?”

The alpha arched an eyebrow. “Another time.” He tugged softly on her arm.

“But—”

“Jimin will make space for us next week, mm?”

“Uh… s-sure.” The bunny observed his father's attempt to leave. His mother slipped from the
man’s grasp and rushed back to her son. He could hear a defeated sigh from the alpha as he got into
the car.

After another tight hug that nearly strangled her son, she slipped into the car. While Jimin waved to
his mother through the window, the car vanished in the middle of the road. His bulging eyes swore
they were going to fall out of his sockets as he watched them leave. His trembling fingers had
creased the edge of his sweater. Jimin took a deep breath to appease the emergency alarm flicking
on and off in his head.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. Sweat had gathered beneath his bangs, dampness entangled
between his locks. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jimin shouted in desperation.

The fucking dinner. The stupid fucking dinner. He was so done. He wasn't getting out of this one. If
his parents discovered that his dorm had been trashed and that Jimin had been bullied, this would
be the last time he ever set foot in college. Jimin had lived —slept— with an alpha, and his mother
didn't want a single alpha breathing on his neck.

He was doomed if the principal opened his mouth. Jimin would never see Hobi, Kai, or the open
sky that had chosen this moment to cry over his head. The cold drops kissed the ground in small
dabs that splattered against the stone beneath his feet, dampening it with the fresh tears that the sky
kept leaking this crisp autumn. Jimin pressed his temple. He needed a break. Especially from the
shitty weather.

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Jungkook blinked his eyes open. The beam of light that hit his retinas shrank his pupils to the size
of a dot. His eyeballs were bathed in the blood due to the reddened vessels. The alpha nictated the
dullness over his eyelids. The rim of his vision felt sticky. Strands of a strange substance coiled
between each edge of his lashes.

His field of vision became clearer as he craned his neck towards the window. The sun shone
through the window with no obstacle to prevent it from conquering the room with its harsh light.
The obstacle’s function would have been fulfilled by the curtains if it wasn’t for the fact that
Jungkook had ripped them off in a frenzy of rage.

His fingers flinched. The muscles felt numb down to the palm that united them. A flow of energy
vibrated beneath his muscles. His heart was no longer a ticking time bomb ready to explode
between his legs. His pulse had relaxed to a mere touch that matched the tempo of the clock's
hands.

His rut was over.

The alpha rose to his feet. The heavy dizziness flickered in his temples accompanied by a sharp
pain that made his face tighten into a grimace. Jungkook ran his hand through his greasy hair. He
reeked of sweat and semen. He'd tried to take a shower, but his erections couldn't have any contact
with the water without causing a half-hour agony during which Jungkook bit his tongue to keep
from cursing. The pain had not gone away overnight. He could still feel it in his wounded tongue
—punctured by his fangs— the dizziness, and the serious case of blue balls that even though it was
an obstacle, he had now given up fighting against.

He opened his mouth as he stared in the mirror. The split at the tip long tongue dismantled over his
lip, wet due to the blood that continued to gurgle from the wounds his fangs had pierced. Jungkook
grabbed the sponge. It would hurt to wash himself, but he couldn't stand another minute covered in
dirt. His hair smelled acidic. Every strand of hair vied to shine brighter than the sun because of the
grease that had coated it.
He slammed the shower door open and stuck one foot on the cold floor. The alpha could barely fit
in the glass cubicle. Jungkook shrank under the spray of water. He watched his crotch moisten and
the rage of what he had experienced over the last week gave him a strong urge to cut those organs.
The pain had been indescribable; a limb being ripped from his body would have hurt less.

His arms were forced to fold as they hit the glass. Jungkook snorted angrily as his elbow hit the
transparent wall again. The water wasn't cold enough and his body felt trapped in the cubicle.
Ignoring the small space he was confined in, the alpha squirted a stream of shampoo and pushed it
between the follicles of his head. His fingers made small circles whilst he let his mind eat away at
his attention.

What had happened in this hotel —in these rooms— was to never to come out. Jungkook had
swallowed his pride like a cornered cockroach and succumbed to his most pitiful state yet.
Chanting another person's name was depressing enough without rubbing against every object in his
path, pretending those rubs were alive and reciprocated his kisses. Jungkook deplored the profound
effect he was now bound to, since he was the one who was suffering the most. He was no longer
convinced that he could take whatever he wanted with the same authority that he had before. The
weight of regret for previously hurting the omega was now fixing his wagon with the late warning
that if he hurt Jimin again, Jungkook would suffer the consequences on his own skin, or his mind.

His way of dealing with things had always been to attack and force. He didn't need an excuse. His
position was enough to complete that part of the job. Jungkook could have dragged the omega to
bed. He could have whispered through the imprint that he only needed him. Made him fall into that
scent to which the pretty blond was so weak —as he had confirmed the day he felt that nose flatten
against his neck, mocking all his attempts not to look back in the direction of the Park's son— and
let him fall into a deep sleep where only Jungkook enveloped the walls of his consciousness.

He refused.
His own alpha wanted no barriers between them, and aspired instead to show himself naked to
Jimin, even though Jungkook was terrified of that. The source of the problem was his belief that he
didn't need the attraction to be reciprocated. Jungkook was content only to tie the omega to him;
howbeit, truth was that he craved his interest.

A genuine, pure, appreciation from those brown eyes. He felt like the little Jungkook who searched
his father's eyes for a hint of pride, affection, or interest. Deep inside Jungkook refused to read the
thoughts that claimed he wished he could provoke in Jimin the reaction others had in him.

When his friends were hurt, he was the first to drop everything for them. He needed to be the one to
make Jimin threaten to jump out the window. It had to be him who pushed the omega to cry with
worry. Jungkook was still ashamed of the jealousy that had eaten him alive all those times he had
watched behind the window of the hospital room door how the omega took care of that stinking
wolf with a fondness that Jungkook sought to own to himself. No one needed to how Jimin
behaved when he cared for someone. Jungkook wanted to have that behaviour exclusively for
himself.

He desired it more than anyone else, but he was also the least deserving of it.

His arm hit the transparent wall again as he tried to rinse himself off. Jungkook clenched his jaw in
anger and threw a punch at the surface. The glass shattered, falling apart over his leg as it fell to the
ground. Compared to the damage applied to the whole place a broken shower was nothing. He had
to pay for the damage regardless. The alpha had spent the rut either jerking on anything he saw or
smashing the said object at the realisation out of his lucidity that his cocks were not inside the hole
of an omega, but between his fingers.

Jungkook dried himself with the hanging towel. The freshness of having shed the sweat and dirt off
calmed some of his rage. He was still erect despite the cold water, but now it didn't hurt as much as
before. The predator bent down to the discarded phone and quickly called someone to pick him up.
He couldn't walk down the street a swollen bulge pressing on his pants.

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Jimin dragged the suitcase through the new dorm-level corridors. It was his first time here, never
been further than the first floor before, so it felt like being in a new building. Except for the soft
rattling that could be noticed close to the metal box being moved along the long path of doors, the
wheels barely ever made a sound. The interior on the first floor had a bolder style, and while the
appearance was supposed to be identical, there were a few more rooms when counting from the
entrance. Some of which were open, others closed, and a few ajar. The murmur of young voices
chatting reached from every corner. It was a bit early, but most had woken up.

The occasional, albeit fleeting, glance collision occurred as Jimin strolled near the open rooms. In
the microsecond that his shadow passed through the doors like a soul in distress stalking the tenants
of a flat, the omega could sense the surprise. The semester had already started weeks ago and there
was a new student? It didn't make any sense. The university was quite rigorous when it came to
student swaps between dorms. Since the locks were electronic, the registration was directly linked
to their IDs, so relocating from one room to another wasn't simple. The wait for a renovation had
been agonizing, but at least he had been given an alternative better than taking the hospital bus
every morning. Those cold mornings were worse than Jimin had expected. He had grown used to
the warm car driven by a beta that waited for him every morning.

Jimin counted the number above the doorframes. The background melody coming from the ajar
door a few feet away steered his curiosity. He swallowed, feeling his hands sweat from the
suspense. Given his terrible luck, the chances of him barging into the wrong dorm were high. As
serious as the principal seemed, he could expect that old man to mix up shit up and land him in a
place where not a single bed was left inside.

With a tinge of sadness, he pulled his luggage down the alley. It wasn't the kind of cold nerves that
hurt what bothered him now. The omega’s main concern was stirring up more trouble in his life.

Kai had guaranteed him that there would be no issues. Jimin was aware that the alpha's friend was
friendly. The concern derived from the fact that he had been choosing to ignore the two girls and
now the surreal misfortune of sharing a room with one of them had smacked him right out of the
blue. The chances of Mother Nature hating him grew stronger with each miserable day he had to
endure.

Maybe he should have waited for Kai to join him, Jimin thought. He bit his lip, reflecting on that
squandered opportunity. The alpha’s presence would have made the encounter less tense. But there
was no other choice. With the horrific surprise of his parents' visit still knocking down his mood,
the omega had brushed off their plan from yesterday and had barely been able to speak to the alpha.

"Huh," a voice retorted across the room when he knocked. Jimin turned the knob and carried
himself into his new place. His reaction wasn’t as composed as he had wanted; seeing the identical
shape of the living area turned his stomach. His breath hitched and his grip on the knob went fragile
against the metallic bar, fingers loosely dropping in the air. The omega took a step back for a
moment and let the denser atmosphere suck him back into the room before he behaved any weirder.
Jin.

All memories of Jin collided in his brain. His fingers curled securely around the suitcase's handle.
The thought of his friend dried in his chest. It consumed him every day; sometimes for seconds,
sometimes for minutes, and when Jimin was at his worst… in his dreams. But this... he could see
the guy sitting on the sofa like he always did when he came from their lectures, mocking the omega
for choosing the seminars on a Friday afternoon.

"Are you coming in or what?"

He rose his hanging head from staring at the floor he was so familiar with but deemed odd after
being away from the dorms for so long. The girl he expected to see stood in front of the fridge, not
even sparing him her attention. Her long blonde hair was tucked into a bun, making her big eyes
surrounded by lumps of runny mascara more prominent. The long eyelashes were struggling to
survive the repeated applications of ink. Her green eyes resembled two aventurine crystals captured
between two sets of thick spider legs cemented to her eyelids The poor lighting in the pub that
night did her no justice. Jimin had the urge to wash that smudged makeup off, though. "I'm in the
right room, I hope," he mumbled whilst he stepped into the dining room, which shared space with
the kitchen. Cans and takeout leftovers pilling up in the trash, the grinder shamelessly over the
counter... —drugs aside, she seemed just as bad at cooking as he and Jin.

"I was told it would be a girl moving here," she finally spoke again. Her demeanor was distant
compared to the first time Kai invited them to that club, back to the night they met. The only night
he had gone out too, since Jimin had been almost raped before being rescued by the same insane
asshole who, later, had thrown him out of his car. "Kai told me this morning," she tacked on and
took another bite of her avocado toast.

Jimin pushed the door shut with his hip, watching the girl pour herself a glass of juice from the
fridge. "It was a bit sudden." The omega tried to give her an awkward smile but it was hard not to
sense the obvious dismissing tone.
"Welcome," she returned with one last look before slipping into her room, "I guess."

Her door was shut in Jimin's face, leaving him behind in the dining area. His feet escorted him and
his suitcase into his new bedroom. He'd deal with his grumpy roommate later. The girl had every
right to ignore him after the rejected offers. Although he had always tried to be polite, it was tough
to maintain that energy when thousands of things were gnawing at your ear.

His new room was the same size as his previous one. The arrangement was different, but Jimin was
free to make modifications if he so desired. He would live here for three more years anyways, if he
survived.

The field used by the alphas was beneath the old window he used to have. The new dorm's one was
facing the opposite direction, straight at the alpha building. They were only a few minutes' walk
apart, but the long, massive structure was still detailed from this distance. Huge windows were
visible on every level. The majority of the alphas had their blinds pulled down, but also a few
others had their curtains dragged over. Most people were asleep. It was quite early, and the campus
was usually quiet on Sundays. It had felt like walking into an abandoned campus when Jimin had
taken a bus from the hospital to bring his baggage, and, incidentally, complain to Hobi about his
parents' surprise visit.

He collapsed onto the bed. Fabric softener fragrance permeated the fabric. Jimin buried his face in
the mattress. He promised to tidy up later. Sleep had the upper hand in his priority list.

The omega cast a glance at the inner door to his bathroom. So many things had been left in his old
dorm... All the shoes he had collected, his jewellery, his laptop full of photos and videos. As much
as it hurt to lose everything, Jimin's greatest pain emerged from somewhere else.
He would rather have lost anything material than the person who had made his journey somewhat
more bearable. His brace on the pillow stiffened. Jimin would never again regain that joyful energy
back in his arms. Daehyun's visits, like finding him eating breakfast in their kitchen early in the
morning. Or how Jimin liked to bicker around with him and then let his roommate take the lead and
drag the alpha.

Wherever he went he would never find someone like them again. In the midst of a world as filthy
as the one he was in, the two of them had become a glimmer of hope Jimin could cling to.

Moisture pressed against his cheek. It was then that he realized his silent tears had damped it,
rolling down his face. Jimin sank his nose into the pillow, cutting off the air. His shoulders shook as
the first of the many sobs he had hidden escaped.

He missed Jin and Daehyun so much.

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"He's looking," Kai reported from beside him. The omega sank himself into the laptop frame.
Barely a strand of his head was visible. For some reason, he hadn't been caught off guard this time.
He expected the guy to show up at least a week later, but Jimin didn't care.

His return had arrived faster than Jimin had dared to hope. His expectations of working on the next
project had been shattered. The rut should've been longer. Was it normal for ruts to be this short?
Jimin had no clue. He avoided alphas ready to breed; their brains were mush in viagra. Jungkook
had proved his last research on this.

It was most likely the amount of sex Jungkook had that saved him from suffering. He had Haneul
and, why not, other omegas to assist him. Minrae was gone from the map but that was like losing a
strand of hair. Unimportant. Since the first day he had met this dude there was always some doll on
his lap ready to suck his dick. Minrae had someone to take his place. And Jimin now had his place
taken by one— Haneul. He would feel bad for the other alpha now dead if he hadn't tried to harm
Jimin out of jealousy. As Kai had told him, being with Jungkook drove anyone insane. Jimin
refused to let that shit get to him.

His pinky pressed the key. The letter J popped up numerous times all across the draft. Jimin
clenched his teeth in indignation. Fucker. Whore. Filthy piece of trash. That was Jungkook and that
was Jimin too, for opening his legs to such a monster. He could have saved himself a great deal of
problems if he hadn't done that. Now all it took was a modicum of concentration and his body
remembered, stirring the fabric of his skin into a wave mass of heat, every brush of those lips. It
took so little to repeat the sequences drunk in lust, and it took so much to hate him more than he
could manage to pour out of his body. Perhaps he needed to pay someone to get rid of Jungkook
and move to another country to never hear about it.
"He always looks ready to murder someone, did I say that before?" Jimin dismissed the snarky
comment whilst Kai peered at him from the other seat, trying to reorient his attention on him. "It's
gonna be hell the basketball match with him around." His monotonous voice boomed at the start of
the row of seats as classmates wondered aloud about his whereabouts last week. There was some
offer for Jungkook to copy their notes in between. In his presence, they were prone to respond
passively. Sheep around the biggest predator in the room. At first Jimin hadn't fully grasped what
moved the pieces of the game beneath the surface of the table; now he understood it too well. The
complex power that had infested their society wasn't limited just to the university area. Of course,
where there was money, there was always a gap, a loophole, to rely on when extra favours were
required. Everything played too well for Jungkook here. Both inside and outside. It was the value
of his family, his power and influence, the strength of his species, and the weight of his
subcategory. His appearance, demeanor, and allure. He was backed from every side.

The true meaning of being privileged.

Jimin took his pinkie off the key. The previously blank digital sheet had been populated with rows
of the same letter. Columns of J were arranged in a sequence at exact cloned distances from the top
to the bottom. His finger migrated to the delete button. As the last letter on the sheet was erased,
the professor merged from the open classroom doors. Jimin closed the document, preferring to
write by hand this time. Lectures were a little slower in this subject.

He didn’t, however, shut the laptop. The omega left it strategically placed at the ideal angle to
shield him from Jungkook. As far as he knew the alpha didn’t carry x-rays implemented among that
"superior" DNA that a predator like him had. Jungkook loathed not having complete control over
his own knowledge, therefore touching the omega or having him located at every second had
become a fixation for him. The less the guy saw or knew about him was a step ahead for Jimin.

He knew by heart how the next days would unfold. Jungkook would play dirty, play dumb. Either
that or he'd laugh and mock Jimin for falling for his ruse. The poor bunny was going to be hunted
down regardless of any of both scenarios. Such a depraved predator wouldn't sit back and allow the
omega to live his life. It was hard to fathom a Jungkook pretending he didn't exist; unfortunately,
Jimin was certain of that.
“Jeon, you’re back.” The old man noticed the new presence. The Kim guy —Taehyung— that
always hung out with the predator patted Jungkook’s back. His narrow toothy grin couldn’t be seen
across the last seats. Jimin wished that was his last. It was a talent at this point for someone to
manage to befriend every scumbag roaming this country. He’d lost count on the amount of hideous
alphas surrounding the snake predator.

That was why they were friends. They bounded with their own filth. All trashy human beings —
although Jimin wasn’t any better.

Taehyung was the one that had slept with Jin the entire time, yet he had been free of any
repercussions as soon as everything had gone down. Jin was out there being tortured —maybe even
dead, but Jimin preferred to discard that possibility for the sake of his sanity— for enjoying his
sexual desires. The assholes who had stuck their dicks inside him these past few years remained
free from charge, and his friend, like the poor and unfortunate omega he and Jimin were, was
facing the consequences as if he had been the one seducing them. Alphas were so simple-minded it
took showing a little bit of skin to get them fuming for more. Not because they couldn't control
their urges, but because society cheered that behavior, therefore they felt entitled to act like
cavemen. So, they let it run free. No excuses were needed. Omegas did. It made them powerful and
dominant; their desires were a weapon against others.

Jimin cupped his hand around his temple. His fingers moved in small circular motions intending to
alleviate the heavy fatigue he faced every now and then.

He wished he could talk to someone about it. Share his ideals and be heard for the first time in his
life. Hobi did a good job listening to him, but he was still just a bystander. He didn't live in Jimin's
flesh, and he couldn't see past what his voice hid; what his soul spoke. The beta was more obsessed
with dictating what his friend should or should not be doing than listening to him.

Jimin was alone with his thoughts. There was no one to relate to him, to understand him. He wasn’t
trying to be some omega superhero. The world wasn’t going to change for him. If society had
progressed to these levels and still managed to maintain traditionalism in the same tempo that was
because everyone was comfortable with the current state. Everyone… or the people allowed to
speak.

He sought Jin wouldn’t be attacked for enjoying his sex life, that they didn’t bind him to a man who
had been eyeing him since he was a teenager. The omega pressed his lips against the nausea of
thinking about that disgusting guy.

If only his ideas could get past the shield his label framed him in, a cage referred to as omega. Or
that his grades wouldn’t be dependent on who he was. That his label didn't make others treat him
like a punching bag. Jimin had done nothing wrong, and he had gotten the worst of life. Going
through what he had gone through was not normal. He wished he could retreat and hide in the chest
of someone who could assure him that everything would be fine. Even his parents' warmth,
however, was not pure enough to hold and pluck out the feeling of loneliness from his soul.

Jimin yearned to be free of the drama that had engulfed him. His bedroom had been destroyed.
Revenge had done nothing to ameliorate the misery implanted in his chest, let alone the grief of his
bad luck. He desired to be in a loving relationship without being manipulated for an use. If he
disobeyed, as was always expected of him, everything fell apart.

Conversations with his parents had been another hiccup in his routine since their visit. There was
no hope. Jimin was even more restless knowing his father did not even look happy to see him. And
his mother, the woman who had broken his trust and courage with gentle touches, was preparing a
speech about body image for the next time they met. Jimin needed to change his behaviour in front
of her, though to avoid raising any suspicions about his actions in the past.

“It’ll be soon your turn to come down the board,” he heard from next to him. It took a nudge to
wake Jimin up from his open-eyed snooze in every lesson. His stomach churned at the thought of
standing in front of everyone.
“What exercise? I made a few yesterday but—

"Park," he was summoned from the bottom of the class. Jimin peered out from behind the laptop's
edge. A nervous stutter was ready to slip off his tongue. He suppressed the urge and cleared his
throat. “It's your turn. Solve exercise eight.” Jimin eagerly flipped the pages looking for said
exercise. The professor must have believed he was backing down since the man suddenly added
that he had to do it in front of him.

He leafed through the sheets until he found the section he was looking for. The math problem was
quite lengthy. Just looking at the strange numbers between the lines made it appear complicated.
“Calculate the…” Jimin gulped the remaining words in the sentence on the sheet and slammed the
book shut. Fuck. That one was hard. It had to be on purpose because the rest of the exercises had
been easy as hell for his other classmates. The old musty alpha had chosen him for the hardest one.
Jimin couldn't mellow out for second, could he?

The omega marched down the silent classroom, his sweatshirt pulled over his bottom to hide any
shape of his body from the predatory eyes eating him alive. He despised the idea of being
surrounded by so many eyes in such a hostile environment. Every hybrid in the room was watching
his every move; he didn't bother to check if Jungkook was among them.

“There you go.” The man handed him the chalk piece and recited the exercise aloud to him. It was
so long it took a full minute to read it all. "You may begin."

To organize and speed up the process, Jimin began writing down the main information on one side.
The chalk shrieked a few times, and he had to avoid the temptation to repeat the sound whenever
his classmates or professor protested with a groan. Make them leave this classroom with a
headache thanks to the horrible omega prey in their class swelled the most malicious side of his
brain.
“It’s 2 10-6 C/m2,” someone at the back pointed out. Jimin hadn't even finished writing the number
and some smartass was already trying to make a fool out of him.

He turned his neck with a tight smile. “Wanna do it for me?” He received no response but the
omega that had commented on the unnecessary data blinked a few times. The response had caught
him off guard.

He jotted down the remaining information and drew a small outline in one corner. His hands were
sweating with all the attention to the back of his head.

Jimin gulped the dry air out and proceeded working on the problem, beginning with the simple
parts and progressing to the more complicated ones that required some thought.

The gravity that gaze held was a feeling he had witnessed since day one and still couldn't get used
to. He'd heard that you could tell when someone was staring at you because eyes pounded with an
energy in the space that made the human mind shiver in uneasiness. It was the sense of alert
flickering when the mind sensed a threat. He’d been aware of it ever since the moment the predator
had walked through the door.

But now, now Jimin could feel it penetrating the layers of clothing he was wearing.

Jungkook had a specific way of staring, and a different style in that art depending on who was the
victim he had his focus on. The regular dim look was opposite from the hungry, attentive gleam
that the dark iris submerged. His gaze didn't dart from its place but rather walked slowly and
deliberately through the space. Jimin itched to scratch his neck when he sensed Jungkook staring at
it. The snake’s eyes shifted back to the fall that forged his back and the attention traveled back to
his head. And then to his hands. To his ass. His legs.
Jimin wished he could poke out those eyeballs just for the shameless ogling.

The omega chose to concentrate on the exercise. He had already solved the first parts, but the real
challenge had not been dealt with yet, and honestly, he had no idea where to start. Some procedures
and possibilities had occurred to him, but they all led to a major block that he preferred to avoid in
public.

"Can't do a simple physics problem?" was heard from behind. That annoying voice had the pressure
of the chalk on the verge to bend and break between his fingers.

He sighed and continued writing, but the added low giggle that followed shattered any intention of
staying upright. “Then come down and do it,” Jimin barked as he turned to Hyunsik. "You can't
even do a simple equation and still got something to say about me?"

The alpha was baffled by his response and took a gander at the professor, who had a growing
grimace directed at the omega. How dare he, right? How dare he talk back to an alpha, to a
predator? Jimin refused to let the issue go and glared over his shoulder at the tanned guy.

“You've gotten brave,” Hyunsik sniggered low. His hand squeezed Jungkook's shoulder to share the
cackle, however, the alpha had little reaction to his friend's — or whatever his relationship with
these alphas was — effort to scoop up his attention. “Omegas like you should be pleasing some
knots before even thinking of math problems. Your responsibilities are far from being an engineer.”

“Too bad I’m not doing that. Do you feel threatened by my existence in this classroom? Poor you,”
The exercise was soon forgotten. Hyunsik was unamused, which irked the omega even more. “My
grades are better than your stupid piss-poor 5 out of 10 you barely nail, so shut the fuck up.”
"Park, do you want to get suspended again?" The professor interjected, pouring the fault on Jimin
like he had started this.

“…” The omega snorted, unsurprised by the slanted behavior, and returned to the problem. Talking
back to the old man was pointless and would only make matters worse. But he would never back
down from defending himself against these conceited alphas. The more pliant he was the easier it
was for them to eat him alive. He had already been tricked by the piece of shit now staring at him.

─────── ·ⅩⅠⅩ· ───────

Jungkook marched back and forth, dropping his brought luggage on the bed and pulling out the
hangers. He'd left a few T-shirts in the trunk of his car, but he'd rather bring them back later. He
stretched the last sweatshirt on the hanger. The fabric stretched out, taking the shape of the coat
hook. He rarely wore this type of clothing during work or school hours, so he frequently ended up
accumulating unnecessary purchases that he only wore in the summer.

A sudden movement in turning made the drape over his hips slid off the level that covered his
naked lower half. The alpha tightened the towel around his waist. In his haste he had cast off his
clothes and jumped straight into the shower. The rush to get to class and drive the car all the way
from the city had given him no time to even eat breakfast, much less to shower.

"If you need something just say it," Jungkook spoke, stuffing the last t-shirt into the indicated
section. He still had the trousers to sort out. The mess in the room was getting to his nerves.

Taehyung, who had been leaning on the door hinge since his arrival after the last lecture, had been
giving him the stink eye in silence, which was snapped when he opened his lips in uncertainty. "I
was worried… You never contacted me after you left for your brother’s...."

"My bad," the alpha was quick to say. "I should start informing you when I stick my cock in
someone too. Or when I take a shit, since you want to play the good friend now."

Taehyung gave him an exasperated dirty scoff. "You're definitely still mad over my comment about
your brother." Not at all. He was, however, in a grumpy mood. Jungkook rather wanted to ask
about the past days during his absence. The oppressive environment in the classroom wasn't exactly
a surprise, but he never anticipated witnessing Jimin and Hyunsik lock horns.

The alpha stroked the shape of the hanger under the shirt, lost in contemplation. The droplets still
caught in his hair plummeted to the fabric, forming a small shape obscured by wetness.
His lack of response hacked Taehyung off. “I already apologized, drop this,” he sighed. “I didn’t
think my words would affect you this much.”

"Now that's confident," Jungkook threw him a side-glance. "I'm too busy to be worried over what
you think about me, dude." Taehyung pursed his lips. “You’ve seen me go through a few ruts. You
know how this goes.” The alpha rested his hand on the doorknob and swung the door distractedly
watching the half-naked predator fold his clothes. “I don’t need to inform you of the obvious.
We’re too grown for that.”

"Then stop being so mean to me," he waffled with a dramatic sneer. Jungkook knew he was joking
but he also wasn't; his attitude managed to remain ambiguous.

"Get over it. I told you what I think, you licking my ass now won't change my opinion." Jungkook
relaxed on the chair. The towel around his waist threatened to slip down his legs.

"Any news about Jin?" Taehyung jumped straight to the point. "Was he at your brother's birthday
party? Namjoon went..."

"He came alone," Jungkook revealed. His friend nibbled on his lip. The response made him even
more restless. This all was as easy as calling that hideous brother of his and paying him a surprise
visit. Namjoon liked his little brother enough to be blind to the cheating clear as daylight.

"I don't even know if he's alive."

The alpha scoffed. "You did this to yourself." Jungkook never missed the chance to cook a snook at
the guy.
"I know, I know, okay? Stop telling me the obvious." Taehyung approached the bed and launched
himself on it. His body bounced for a few seconds. "It was me or him."

"And you choose yourself." Jungkook could understand the need to protect oneself to some extent.
His situation was cornered with the marriage his parents had tied him to, his lust for Jin, an omega
out of his reach, and of course the line he had crossed despite the warning placed over his head.
Moreover, he knew Jin before his brother, so...

Jungkook groaned. It reminded him so much of Jimin's situation, put between him and Eunwoo. If
he had let things go as they were, he would have ended up like Taehyung, and Jimin would have
ended up in a dead-end hole.

He took a cigarette from the packet on the table, as well as the small remote next to it, and set up
the blinds to slowly raise and let in more light. The omega dorm building appeared in the distance.
Jungkook watched the open windows as he lit the cigarette. "..." His gaze migrated from the first
line of glass panels to the very last. There was always someone peeking out looking around,
smoking too, or reading next to the window. More than once Jungkook had caught the third-grade
omega from the same major watching him when he undressed, and him, being the whore he liked to
be, put on a show. Needless to say he had ended up fucking the boy when he visited the alpha
building. "You might see him sooner than you think."

His friend lifted his head from the pillow. "Huh?"

"He represents your father's company." Jungkook tuned out the view of the campus outside the
window and switched his attention back to the other alpha. He fell silent for a few seconds to suck
down the nicotine. "He'll come to the dinner with Jin."
There was less than a week left for the event but Taehyung wasn't too happy about that. The pillow
under his head squished between his hands. "If he hasn't killed him."

"Namjoon isn't that nice," Jungkook sighed, miffed by the guy's paranoia. "If I was him, I wouldn't
gift death to someone that easily." Although Jungkook was well aware that seeing Jimin do that
with someone else would put him into a coma. He had no idea how he'd react if he found out the
omega he'd chosen had been sleeping around. The alpha could only think of breaking Jimin’s legs
and binding him to a bed for the rest of his life. Or send someone else to do that since he had
become a useless softie around the omega lately.

"That doesn't help shit Jungkook," his friend snorted even more stressed. The alpha pulled his arms
behind his head. His muscles relaxed in the warmth of his bedroom. "We need to skip that dinner."

"I can't," Jungkook muttered tapping the cigarette on the ashtray after the quick stretch. "Father will
be here. I'll be paraded around with him."

"Just skip it. It's just a stupid dinner." The alpha grumbled. "I don't want to see my brother. He's
insane."

"More than me?" The alpha guffawed. "You hang out with your brother's kind." Taehyung fell
silent.

"You're not that horrible."

The alpha had to avert his gaze to hide his smile. "True," he said quietly, returning the cigarette to
his lips. For a split second, he had forgotten that his friend had no idea what had happened to
Minrae or the man he had killed at the club.

Or that he had feasted on his brother's flesh.

Cannibalism wasn't some kind of kink Jungkook had hidden for special occasions. He had gone
through a harsh reaction after devouring the alpha. His body had reacted to another snake's venom,
and while he had overcome it and made it a part of himself, the process had been painful.
Jungkook's skin had turned a purplish green, affecting his nerves and even his eyesight.

Fortunately, the response had not been immediate, and Taehyung had never witnessed those days
when Jungkook was puking his organs out like he was going through a drug detox.

It wasn't the nicest feeling seeing blood coming from his stomach. A humbling experience, no
doubt.

"Where's your brother now? Still at the hotel?"

Jungkook nodded. He had had to lie through his teeth about his whereabouts the days he had been
living with Jimin back at his apartment. Telling Taehyung why he owned an entire penthouse but
still lived in the dorms meant revealing information that not even his brother was aware of,
information that would reach Namjoon as soon as he opened his mouth to his friend. Taehyung
needed some practice sewing his mouth around that man. His tail wiggled at his brother’s presence,
too scared to not please him, which made his friend difficult to trust; the kind to not maintain close
in the future. Jungkook doubted that Taehyung would live long anyway. The truth was going to
come out one day and his brother wasn’t going to let it go with a mere punishment.
"I knew he’s the only omega you stand, but I didn't expect you to miss him that much you moved
from the dorms to stay with him there," the alpha murmured. His voice was clogged with the pillow
in the way.

"He needed my attention," Jungkook replied. Min-su did fine without him and was a pain in the ass
half of the time, but he was tolerable. Spending time with his omega rather than his little brother
may have been a poor choice. Jungkook had no regrets.

"Everyone wants your attention man." The two remained silent, consumed by the cigar burning
between the alpha's lips. It was his only distraction for the time being until he could relieve the pain
in his cock.

─────── ·ⅩⅠⅩ· ───────

Jungkook buttoned the white coat after retrieving it from the locker that accommodated both his
notes as well as the lab materials he was supposed to bring. The glass goggles were removed from
the rack where they were stored, but his fingers were halted by the distant vibrations of nearing
steps. The corridor was still a little vacant; in a few minutes, more classmates would appear. Cold
air outside the lab doors was inhaled through his nostrils. He could detect himself, but he couldn't
taste Jimin beneath the lingering scent.

"I heard you spent your rut alone?" The hubbub of voices loomed over him, just as he had
predicted. Two alphas noticed Jungkook and rushed over to converse with him.

His empty hand slumped from the air and landed in the pocket of his lab coat. Jungkook adjusted
the collar of his shirt under it as the classmates watched the action, waiting for the confirmation. "I
did."

"Hilarious," the alpha mused. No trace of faith could be sensed in his remark. Jungkook would not
have believed it either. "Now seriously, who did you fuck? You've rejected every damn omega that
visited you." Had they made a bet? He needed to ask Taehyung.

His attention was gathered to the far end of the corridor, still unable to find him. Jungkook pressed
his laptop against his side ribs. He had to concentrate on the current matter for the time being; he
couldn't afford a blunder in this or the next session. The remnants of sleep had only grown larger
over the previous nights. Despite not having slept a wink after visiting the company late at night, he
forced himself to get up early in the morning to catch up on the lectures.

However, his mind refused to help ease the tiredness. Aside from the insertion back to the routine,
the alpha was still trapped in a spiral of incertitude as to why the omega was avoiding him out of
nowhere. He was now disappearing as soon as the lessons concluded, and the alpha couldn't even
corner him to force some answers out of him. His only companion was that useless fuck of an alpha
that Jimin had on a leash.

He had gotten rid of one obstacle just for a new one to appear. Fucking hell.
"Jungkook?"

His classmate tilted his head, awaiting an answer, yet the alpha was too engrossed with his own shit
to recall the question. The other predator at his side seemed to catch something in his weird
passivity but didn't voice her thoughts.

Jungkook walked toward the lab doors when he heard them open. The instructor's square glasses
popped from the back of the entrance. She peeked in the hallway piling up with students and
returned to her desk, waiting for them to take their seats. "Ah, I think I know," Jungkook heard
from behind. He set his belongings on the countertop and drooped on the stool, leaving the ready-
to-unload remark hanging in the air. "Was it that rumored fiancé of yours? Your new toy?" The girl
grinned as if she had nailed the mystery. The comment conceived an awkward impasse that
Jungkook brushed off, too lost he hadn't realized why the room became so quiet until his focus
shifted to the open door. To the brown eyes that stared at him, blank. He hadn't felt that gaze over
his in days; a piping hot hankering scorching the hair that covered his body. Jimin. It was Jimin.
"I'll take that as a yes." One of the alphas commented before walking off, yet the girl stood at the
side of the table, studying his stance.

"You've never stayed with just one omega on your ruts." Jungkook dismissed the statement once
more, attention absorbed by the blond standing at the door. His lovely face was flushed from the
cold outside. His notes bulged his bag, always where he kept them. The omega wore a dark jacket
and tight jeans girded over simple black boots. The humidity and the drag of the headphones that
now hung around his neck had made his hair a little messy. His long figure was a glowing light in a
room submerged in pitch black. The alpha couldn't take his eyes off him even if he tried; his self-
commands were all futile.

Jungkook seized the opportunity and soaked himself in the hostile stare he was receiving —just to
make up for the week he couldn't get to appreciate that face. It hadn't been long since their last
exchange. His rut had lasted a week, which had been painful but not that lengthy. Despite this, the
alpha felt as if he hadn't seen the blond in months. His fingers playing with the pen stung from the
first layer of epidermis that covered them with the longing to touch those soft cheeks. He yearned
for a taste of what it was like to reach for the omega. A small reminder of the way the nerves down
his fingers bloomed with the direct contact of that tender, sweet skin.

"Yun, Park, take your seats. We'll do a review before we start." The alpha, who had been standing
by the counter the entire time, gave the woman a brief nod before returning to her spot. Students
were still arriving, some struggling to button their lab coats as they rushed to sit. The groups had
been arranged since the first seminar, so there was a sense of familiarity between the pairs that
hadn't been present on the first day. Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed to be getting further away
from that goal —the feisty omega had never looked more grumpy. The instructor noticed the still-
tense Jimin at the door staring at his group mate with disgust. "Park? Didn't you hear me? The class
is going to be long, stop wasting our time."

"He's a bit slow," blurted an alpha at the back of the laboratory. The gurgling laughter didn't bother
the omega nor did Jungkook find the comment funny; they laughed over anything. But he didn't
move his gaze away from the omega's, almost like a silent fight he had created to get any reaction
from him. He himself had made these jokes about the guy. It felt like a dare to even chuckle.

Jimin had an expression that might have been decipherable if it wasn't for the emptiness in his
mind. The alpha saw nothing but a sea of disdain no matter how hard he squeezed his brain trying
to read through the omega. The annoying beta opening his mouth over the buried past now being
dug was the only plausible theory for him; there was no other explanation.

The blond sighed and rounded the table through the furthest path. He leaned quietly in the short
chair, his notebook on the counter. There was not a single word exchanged. Feeling his stature
almost brush against Jungkook's with their shoulders at the same level and the aroma of his
shampoo ruffling the air penetrating down the predator's throat, pulsed his veins and locked his jaw
tighter with each passing second. The omega fell silent, a wall he had settled around himself to
keep the alpha at bay. Jungkook was suspicious as to why he was so mad; he couldn't guess why he
had disappeared from the apartment for no damn reason. Since the appearance of that annoying
beta Jimin had started giving him the cold shoulder. It got on Jungkook's nerves to be ignored. And
knowing that was another effect this annoying bunny sitting beside him could instill in him made
him even angrier. He had his chest open. Jungkook was a fucking attention whore for Jimin, a
pathetic Jeon that now felt powerless because an omega couldn't spare him a glance, a smidgeon of
attention.
Jungkook, being the cheeky guy that he was, twisted his neck to the pretty side profile fixed over
the laptop. He didn't recognize the device; the omega had bought it recently judging by the still
almost empty desktop. He hadn't even changed the wallpaper and the guy loved changing that.

"You should have kept everything I bought you," Jungkook muttered. Jimin's chair felt too far
away. He wanted to grab the edge of the stool and drag it towards him until the distance was non-
existent; until he could breathe down the omega's neck with a simple movement.

Jimin remained mum while the instructor began her lesson. The lights went out, and the projector
screen came on. The reflection of the document projected on the wall shone in the brown eyes that
pretended not to see the predator.

Jungkook couldn't concentrate on shit. Even if he faked it, he couldn't manage to keep his attention
on the old lady that would most likely ask him some questions and expect him to know it all. Every
single sense in him was sucked by the omega a few centimeters away. It wasn't worth fixing the
problem now, he reminded himself. He could force the blond to listen to him and bend to his will,
but Jimin had made his way out of that card already. He was a stiff material that, if anything, would
shatter into a thousand pieces rather than bend to the shape others imposed on it.

The initial explanation lasted a few minutes in complete darkness, surrounded by lab materials and
gloves prepared on each spot, ready to be used. Jimin sat straight and attentive to every word,
ignoring the hovering hand under the table that begged to poke him just to get his attention.

*
 *

"I'll do it." Jungkook couldn't control his tendency to be in charge. Deep down, he'd made the
suggestion —which wasn't one— just to make the boy complain, although Jimin didn't even bother
to look at him. His fingers reached for the document placed between both hybrids and dragged it to
him. He jotted down the details in his notebook and began to do the calculations by himself like he
was alone sitting in this spot. He was getting too used to this ignoring-Jungkook agenda. "Why did
you leave?"

The question did little to stop the words from being written. The scratching against the sheet
appended to the hubbub that had begun as soon as the lights were turned back on. The instructor
was too busy to calm them down, engrossed in the computer whose light from the screen
illuminated her features. At the corner of her desk a batch of exams were left to be checked,
probably from students of other degrees.

"Jungkook, can you help me with this?" The alpha forced himself to shred his attention from Jimin
and turn to his classmate. "I don't understand this part."

"He just came from his rut and you're already bombarding him with questions?" the guy behind
them commented but she shrugged and placed the piece of paper on the countertop.
Jimin was a ghost next to them, writing in silence, occasionally typing on the calculator or
engrossed in his laptop. Whatever he was occupying himself with, the grimace on his face was
engraved between his brows, and it didn't take telepathy to notice the acrid resentment he was
harboring.

Jungkook slid it closer to revise it. He had boned up the last given lectures, knowing this would
happen; his classmates always had a question ready to unload. A finger was placed on one of the
paragraphs. There, he was guided in a whisper. The alpha pulled a new blank sheet and a pen. As he
pressed the button that pumped the ball of ink, his gaze was drawn for a split second to the
concentrated silhouette at his side. The lab coat made the omega’s presence brighter. It was perhaps
Jungkook's eyes that saw everything about him in a particular light: a colourful hue that contrasted
with his moody attitude.

He scribbled a few descriptions on the paper and drew some arrows pointing to where he was
getting the data from, making it evident even to a baby. It was a relatively simple problem but most
alphas in his class had no use for their brains. "Oh… so that's the equation we have to use..."
babbled the girl, the confusion on her face defrosting further with each added explanation.
Jungkook's fingers hesitated over the paper, catching on the familiarity of the comment. His lips
tightened into a dry line as he remembered hearing those very words before.

Sitting in front of the table in his living room, books scattered over it, as well as a laptop with five
tabs open attempting to provide answers that turned out being either more complicated, or
incorrect. A palpable confusion in his voice was unraveling with each passing second that
Jungkook wandered in circles over that question in his attempts to play being a teacher. The alpha
intended to make him to comprehend —yet he also didn’t. If the blond didn't understand the
concepts, he'd come up to Jungkook and ask for help, depend on him again, which meant more
perfect opportunities to feel the breath of that pretty omega hitch as he discovered his own mistakes
on the paper.

It had taken everything in Jungkook to not fuck him against that table. Slide that laptop to the
ground and, like the first time, push Jimin over.
The alpha had tilted his head against his arm, gaze allowing itself to be consumed by the brown one
that reflected his silhouette. Jimin’s pupils dilated unconsciously at the sight of Jungkook — he
would never realize that— to the point the circle was so immense the alpha could sink his hand into
that black hole. Did Jimin even know about the way he melted whenever they locked eyes? His
hatred would never triumph over the fate of a perfect piece to an unfinished puzzle. He was
Jungkook's missing key piece. And Jungkook, too, was the omega’s missing one.

"Thank you." The girl wandered back to her spot. Her partner mumbled something between the
lines about Jungkook always helping them.

The alpha was engrossed by the dancing pen between his fingers. Deep in his conscience he saw
himself stuck between the omega's ones. A predator that had lost most of his power and was now
left naked against his biggest obstacle: a small bunny that could easily die in his hands. “For how
long you intend to ignore me?" It came out more desperate than he had meant, but no response was
granted. He turned to face him. Jimin was almost finished. He had achieved the majority of the
results. Jungkook made no effort to verify their accuracy. His mind was fixed on staring, staring,
and staring. He pushed himself closer. "Jimin."

The thin cylinder rolled across the edge, escaping the hold it had been in, as the omega leapt to his
feet and snatched the gloves off the counter. The bluish synthetic material adhered to his hand's
shape. One size smaller that fitted perfectly. He stretched them around his fingers, took the glass
watch from the table along with the small beaker, and sprinted away.

Jungkook was left with the name hanging between his lips.

The omega approached the row of hybrids, who were chatting whilst waiting to get their hands on
the containers required for the practice. His upright frame seemed small in comparison to some
alphas who were several heads taller. He was so exposed to danger it was inevitable that he would
be attacked, if not today, tomorrow, or the next.
Last time they all had pushed him out of the line and the alpha had caught one of the omegas
fighting with Jimin. It had been a funny sight but it still irritated him.

His golden head drifted among the shoulders towering around him. Everyone was interactive and
babbler, and then there was him, left out. Although he knew that Jimin didn't give a shit about that,
it was a bit annoying to see. Jungkook sought to talk and include him in that kind of sociable
environment, but the omega had condemned him to a silent treatment from the first day of the
week. It hadn't gone unnoticed how the bunny hid behind his laptop when he sensed him stepping
into the classroom.

Hyunsik took the spot behind the omega —the chances of him belittling the omega skyrocketed
with their proximity. His friend was explaining and signaling something to him on the paper he
carried, not sure about the amount of solid substance to weigh. Jungkook caught a glimpse of the
guy peering over Jimin's shoulder from behind.

The omega didn't notice, too busy waiting in line.

Jungkook rose from his seat. The bad energy about to arrive had been boiling through the week.
Hyunsik was a hyena, and a stubborn motherfucker. The tense atmosphere in class had aggravated
since Minrae's disappearance; there was an eager intent to gobble up Jimin, linked to a certain
suspicion that had undoubtedly been pricked with a stick on the omega's head. They saw him as
incapable but could find no other explanation for the sudden attack. It was easier to blame him than
the snake hybrid, the potential enemy who'd turn them into the next victim to parade with.

Jimin was a clear target for everyone round-the-clock; the ideal fairground monkey to put on a
show with, whether alone or with others. It started with subtle pushes or direct attacks, then
escalated to extreme levels Jungkook wished to never witness. There was no limit under the
hierarchy they were used to. No one complained about Jungkook if he targeted an alpha, so an
omega was even harder to protect without a safe card that’d expose his relationship with the alpha.
Though that was a mere dream now, considering the disgust Jimin suddenly had for him.
Jungkook could let him go if this was about the beta, and stop chasing him around since the
forgiveness would never emerge back until the omega cooled off the anger. But the thing was, it
wasn't about his friend. If that had been the case, Jimin would have screamed at him about it. So, he
was now left wondering with a bomb ready to detonate in his face at any moment.

"Would you look at that," mused the guy. Jimin flinched when the alpha brushed his hand over his
head and grabbed a slender strand of hair. "Bunny’s parents never told him to move at the presence
of a predator?" There was only one person left to finish and it would be the omega's turn. The blond
turned in annoyance and slapped his hand away with a clatter that attracted the attention of even the
students at their seats. “Ouch, feisty, aren’t we?”

Hyunsik smirked, his thin lips displaying pronounced fangs grouped in a smug grin. His groupmate
was as excited as the rest of the class. “Don’t touch me,” Jimin grumbled infuriated when the
alpha’s hand hovered over his arm.

“Then move,” hummed the guy, eyeing his face with a hunger masked with hatred. Jimin refused to
move.

Jungkook felt the room huge as he dashed angrily towards the audience building up around the
omega. He was relaxed now, but if Jimin refused any longer than necessary, Hyunsik was capable
of throwing acid over his face.

He approached in a dangerous stride over the omega's head, intimidating with his stature. It was
evident that his hands ached from the desire to strangle the prey. Jungkook swept one of the
students aside so he could step in. Hyunsik's proximity overflowed Jimin's patience, and he pushed
the alpha with all his might. The unexpected reaction caught the alpha off guard and if it hadn’t
been for his lab partner, he’d have fallen to the ground.
Hyunsik's face morphed to a vibrant red with rage. The alpha appeared overwhelmed by the
humiliation, which was exacerbated by the weight of his classmates' stares. “Did you just…?” The
omega didn’t look away —his fierce glare sassing at the daring question, which only aggravated the
other alpha, that in front of the rest, wouldn't let a silly bunny disrespect him like that. “Listen here
bitch…” his fingers reached for Jimin's neck. The predator’s muscles flinched at the gesture. With
the bubbling anger ready to unleash, Jungkook found himself forcing that hand off the omega's
neck. "Don't" His mind glitched back to his senses. The fuck was he doing?

Don’t touch him, Jungkook wanted to say, but instead, his eyes shifted to the omega. “Go sit back.”

"No."

"Jimin." Jungkook clenched his jaw. His hand persisted on Hyunsik's chest, who, like the others,
was outraged by the exchange. His surprise came mainly from the arm Jungkook had on him. The
predator’s aggressive grip whirred with frustration through his fingertips as he heard the omega’s
response. His behavior made no sense, he knew that.

If the alpha had even grazed Jimin’s skin, Jungkook would have lost it. Minrae would’ve been
followed to death by his friend and the entire fucking campus if they sentenced themselves by
physically hurting the omega.

“Move,” Jimin persisted, and diverted to the counter where the vessels were. Hyunsik's eyes
twitched in awe, and soon he twisted his neck to the alpha, looking for an explanation. There was
none to give. Jungkook still had a hand over the guy to stop him from coming anywhere near Jimin.
Even he was at a loss of words at how his priorities had shifted once he was put in the situation. He
preferred, no matter how bruised his pride was, for others to see how he didn't react to the omega's
audacity. Anything before witnessing someone touching Jimin with the depraved urge him to hurt
him.
“Let him do all the dirty work,” Jungkook dodged the potential question being cooked. “If he wants
to work that bad,” he said, making sure Jimin heard him. The omega opened the acid-filled
containers then took several drops from the bottle and poured them into the beaker he was about to
fill, his back turned to the alphas behind him.

Whereas Hyunsik looked unpersuaded by his comment, Jungkook had already returned to his initial
trance, watching at the omega. From his position, the outline of the curve that forged the shape of
his face couldn't disguise the eyelashes that flew down and up every time he raised the glass to see
how much was left to reach in the line drawn over it.

Things had cooled down to a bustling peace. Hyunsik was back in his spot, finishing up the last
tasks. Jungkook was still fuming over what had happened an hour before. He wasn't going to stir up
any more conflict now, he was growing weary of the dude’s insistence to target Jimin.
For the sake of not spurring more conflict around Jimin, he distracted himself by staring at his
partner.

All tasks had been completed by Jimin. The omega refused to acknowledge his existence, and that
included counting on him to do anything. Jungkook hated not having the upper hand in any project,
job, match, or even in bed. But strangely enough, he had discovered a good opportunity in letting
the blond do everything: he watch him work —an excuse to stare and take in every detail in his
face to make up for all those days he hadn't been able to do so. He retreated against the counter.
“Making the prey work even here?” he heard from behind. Jungkook twisted his neck, knowing
he'd be met with a mocking grin directed at Jimin. He brushed aside the remark and settled his
focus back to where it needed to be.

The alpha stretched his legs wider until his knees grazed the omega’s. The heat of that slight touch
had him nibbling the inside of his mouth. He kept a close eye on his partner’s every move.
Jungkook had a constant streak of correcting others, which stemmed from his ambition to regulate
every aspect of his own life and anything that affected it. His partner was smart enough to nail the
group project. Jimin didn't make mistakes. Yet even if he did, Jungkook would pretend they weren't
there. He could correct the way he was pipetting or his method of solving some calculations. The
words would not come out. Jimin would ignore it anyway.

He remained of the opinion that omegas should not be in these kinds of places. Not with alphas.
Jimin was far too precious to be surrounded by scum —being Jungkook the biggest one. But he
was glad he had made sure he was close to him in this phase of his life. Seeing the omega in a lab
coat, giving him lessons, watch him struggle to understand concepts felt like winning a ticket to a
new privilege.

"Jimin," he drawled, resting his head on his outstretched arm over the counter. His vision went
horizontal, but the omega remained clear in the tilt of his view. "Jimin," got repeated between his
lips. Last time he’d been this close it had been in his living room, pretending to be the tutor of the
omega living under his roof. There were no words to explain the satisfaction that was born in
Jungkook when the omega got his questions right after an explanation that many would have
needed to hear several times. His objections sounded innocent and so tempting in his head.
Sometimes he felt like a sick fuck —he was, after all— for never stop obsessing over the same
details. His brain had become a porridge whose only ingredients were sex and Jimin.

Jimin's lips, Jimin's voice, Jimin's dark eyes, Jimin's blond hair, Jimin's skin, Jimin's fingers,
Jimin's chest, Jimin's ass, Jimin's cock...

Jungkook clenched his fist on the table. The memory of that cock between his lips weighed heavy
on his tongue. That day kept being replayed in his retinas. That day his intention from the
beginning had been to fuck the guy over the table and he’d ended up taking him in every sense of
the word. "Jimin."

The omega washed the material in the sink integrated on the counter and removed his gloves after
drying the material in glycerine. He took out a pen and adjusted himself on the small stool to write
the results over it.

"Jimin," Jungkook whispered. He wanted to grab his shoulders and turn him around. "Jimin," he
repeated. The omega pretended he was mute, and deaf, again. Jungkook dragged his chair closer.
When the distance shrunk, his nose brushed against the delightful air that covered the omega —that
he was imagining, since the bunny always wore scent blockers. "Jimin." He hovered the guy,
shamelessly shortening the space between their seats. His fingers lifted into the air, aiming for the
omega. "Jimin."

He felt like a child imploring for attention. The predator wanted to see a grimace, make him spit on
his face, mad. Any reaction was better than pretending Jungkook didn't exist. He existed. Jungkook
had marked his skin, had licked and bit every inch of it. He had left traces that no one, not even the
owner of the body, could erase.

The omega spun the pen, growing an obvious irritation that promised to reach a dangerous peak.
The alpha’s gaze caressed the texture of his skin. Jimin had light scars from old pimples. His
eyebags were puffier today. His hair had some split ends, too. He looked drained and definitely not
in his best state. However, Jungkook couldn't think of anything to cast in a negative light. And he
wished he had never allowed himself to give in to this candid need to appreciate what was in front
of his eyes. At least at the start, he was free from discovering this new side that only made him
weaker, dumber —a slave to the drug of breathing the mist produced by the pores of the boy sitting
next to him.

Their classmates were almost done. A rustling of bags and glass escalated as everyone began
collecting and tidying up the lab material, while some handed their work to the instructor; loud
clatter of material being pushed while shoes were being dragged through the floor. Everything had
been pushed to the back of his mind. A blur coated his attention, enhancing only the bunny’s
existence. Jungkook took a deep breath as he got closer. He had no idea if it could be from the
effect of a painful routine in which he had been alone, depraved of touching anyone except the one
he longed for, but his chest drummed with the yearning to feel the omega again.

"Jimin," he gasped, this time pushing his hand across the table to put it over the omega.

His reflexes caught the gesture in time, yet Jungkook never moved. He accepted his fate gladly
despite the pain induced by it.

Two seconds.

Jimin raised his hand and unloaded it on his cheek. The blow was charged with a fury filled with
hatred and rage. The magnetic heat created between the vibrating particles of the omega's palm
against the burning cheek turned to a sore stinging that the alpha didn't acknowledge until he
touched his own face.

The room fell into silence.

Jungkook's face was still turned. His cheek burned. It hurt, but he had felt worse things. The thud
was still echoing against the laboratory walls.

"Disgusting piece of shit."

Jimin gathered his things and left the room at a brisk pace. Every single classmate was left
speechless at the literal face slap they had witnessed. "The fuck just happened?" Yun rushed to him
in disbelief. The alpha was followed by some more omegas and alphas. They lined up around the
laboratory stand, watching a crestfallen alpha, unable to see his face from their stances.

"Did that bitch just... slap you!?"

The shock could be sensed even by the professor. More students surrounded his stall with curiosity.
The woman rushed to the counter and fixed her glasses before hovering over the alpha to see if he
was okay.

“Should I go get him?” Someone suggested. Everyone was quick to agree. “Destroying his room
wasn’t enough, I might have to beat him up—

“What should I do?” Jungkook whispered out of nowhere. His soft voice brought the attention of
the others hybrids at sixes and sevens, staring at him. They couldn’t hear his mouthed words that
sounded more like a frustrated whine than an angry groan. The predator stared at his own hands,
face hiding in the dim room. A wicked grin tainted the stern look he always carried, manifested
along the shiny gaze dropped to the ground as his curled fist closed with a taut force. "He's so
fucking adorable."
The heat of his fingers against his face had crossed a layer of nerves yet the pain never reached
him. He had faded into the background. Jungkook was too distracted by the bubbling feeling of
seeing an angry omega that, instead of making him mad, had his alpha dizzy.

The cuteness aggression skyrocketed at the sight. To his dismay, Jimin was even more adorable
when he cursed him. He couldn't stop focusing on the fact that he had been important enough for
the omega to hurt him to this point of anger. All over him being unable to answer that stupid
question about his feelings about him. It had to be that, right?

"I'll inform the principal about this," the woman assured from her spot and the students agreed with
a quick nod. The alpha lifted his head at the comment. His face was half red. The traces of the
smack grazed the eyelashes rimming the ending line of his eyebags.

“Stay in your lane.” Jungkook sprang to his feet. He collected his things with a still-flushed cheek.
"I'll deal with him myself." The guy took off the coat from his shoulders and hung it over his arm.
His face burned with heat but he paid it no attention. “And don’t even think about getting in the
way,” he said, glaring at the lady. “If he gets called by the principal I'll make sure this is your last
week working here, or anywhere at all, ” he finished and walked out of the laboratory.

Jungkook dashed through the corridor, taking the other path to go back to the dorms, pushing the
heavy doors in his way. His last words had a protective tone that could no longer be hidden as
easily as before. He still had Haneul to protect Jimin from being taken seriously, but it was getting
frustrating to fake this act forever. He wasn't in the state of mind anymore to sit and watch the
omega get shamed. He wasn't like his father. Jimin affected him. His feelings for him affected him.
And still, Jungkook refused to name the bubbly toxic feeling staining his heart.

Jimin had slapped him.

“Cute,” Jungkook whispered feeling his face blush from the excitement. Although it was going to
be a heavy blow that would take him away from the omega, an angry Jimin was even more
adorable. “Fuck,” Jungkook groaned, touching his cheek. “I want to kiss him…”

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In order not to run into the Tasmanian devil, his best method so far was to be the first in class and
the first out. For now, it had worked. Jimin would place the laptop in front of him and pretend not
to exist until the next hour even if Kai kept babbling next to his ear.

His dodging tactics had been prolific for the time being. After that heated lab session —in the most
violent sense of the word— Jimin was... scared.
Sure, he had done that before. But in front of the others? You couldn't touch the queen bee without
the entire mob running for your neck. Hyunsik already had him blacklisted after disrespecting their
head alpha, or whatever the fuck he was for them, and especially him. That push at the lab was
tucked somewhere and vengeance was on the way at any moment. Jimin was much more anxious
over what they could do if Jungkook's pride was touched.

It was hard not to consider asking his father to relocate him. Jimin wasn't sure an omega-only
would be any better even if why was he here was a mystery to him.

His belly rumbled and he made a face, regretful. The omega had made himself a sad cup of coffee
and chewed gum to remove the bad taste in his mouth that he was now having. There was no
interest in cooking in that dorm. His roommate kept ignoring him, giving him a piece of his own
medicine although Jimin couldn't care less now. It just made him miss Jin more. The worst was
eating together; that girl barely threw him a miserable look.

Jimin emerged from the washroom. His steps were decelerated by the rough drag of his hands over
his jeans to dry the water that had drenched his fingers. The toilet paper had been gone since days
ago, and after whoever decided to waste it on their diarrhea no one had made sure to replace the
roll. Jimin didn't know about the rest of omegas, but he sure as hell didn't just stuff his dick back
into his pants when he was done. And based on the number of boys and girls he'd seen coming and
going from the restroom doors since his last visit , he deemed no one had cleaned themselves.
Perhaps they had emergency tissues on hand, as Jimin had learned to bring with him.

He rounded the corner with his now dry hands pushed down his pockets to escape from the cold
reaching from the open windows. Whoever had forgotten to close them needed to be fired. Winter
was far from a joke where they lived. A breeze was as harsh as a night locked in a freezer. He
placed a foot on the first stair, anticipating leaving the main building and retiring to his room to
catch up on sleep before the next class.

His phone fell straight to the ground when the omega was snatched from his feet to the classroom
right next to him. After his forced —or rather dragged— entrance, the knob was sealed back in
place. The rapid force that had swept him into the new space prompted his eyes to narrow. Jimin's
nose was swift in picking up on the sweet scent, and he soon realized he was corralled over the
closed door by — guess who — the pain in the ass he had anticipated from the moment he saw
him enter the classroom this morning. The lab experience had done nothing whatsoever to make
him wither away. Jimin required something more powerful. Something to keep this human disease
at bay.

“Get off me,” Jimin snarled. His fist struggled to avoid meeting Jungkook's confident expression.
Hurt him once again . "We're not doing this."

“Oh, we are,” Jungkook assured so full of trust yet so incensed when he sniffed the omega down.
“Thought that last time would stop me?” he clenched in an impenetrable smile, “You know me
better than that.” His days had been counted since the lab group meeting. All opportunities to avoid
Jungkook had been thrown out the window with ease now that the alpha, unlike when they shared
an apartment, had returned to live in the dorm rooms. Jimin had noticed he was back to his initial
schedule. More than once he had watched from the window the dude leaving the library at late
hours at night and walking to the alpha building. This was convenient for him since he now knew
Jimin had been transferred to a different dorm. The goal was now to prevent him from locating his
door number.

His cheek was intact. The smack had been harsh and rapid enough to hit through the layers. There
was no way he hadn't inflicted some pain on the alpha. His hand had hurt after the blow. He had left
with his heart in his throat, sweating in the panic of being stalked.

Jimin remembered the pool session and his stomach detonated into worms that gnawed at his
insides. It was not Jungkook who he feared but it was also him who he feared the most. Someone
who could sever the throat of another alpha and act as if nothing had happened was insane. And
insanity had a fine line where pressing the wrong button triggered a rabid reaction Jimin would
rather not discover. Not in Jungkook but in the people around him. He could do so much to protect
his pride.

“Drop this already,” Jimin gasped. He refused to be moved from his position, to be swayed to this
guy's will like he had been in the past. “Focus on your life. Leave me alone. I gave you what you
wanted, go look for your new target."

"My only target was you from the start." Jimin rolled his eyes and Jungkook watched with that
withering gaze. That annoying stare Jimin itched to punch off his face; the kind that felt like he was
flipping through his thoughts like a magazine. “I like the chase. I’m stubborn,” he stated as his grip
secured around the blond's hip. The dim pupils pierced back into his, freezing every beat to take a
second and see through him. No. Not again. Jimin emptied his conscience whilst he fidgeted loose
from the grip. He let hatred consume that space in his mind, lighting a match to feed it with every
breath the alpha took. All kinds of insults flooded his empty head. "Hurting me won't change that."

His voice sounded cold. Hoarse. The same timbre he had when he just woke up. Jimin yanked
away his arm, but Jungkook repositioned it on his waist. His fingers sunk into the velvety flesh. "I
said I'm not doing this with you," he repeated. Jungkook compelled himself further into his space,
inhaling his scent. His nose invaded Jimin's skin, raising the wave of hair that coated the omega
when he passed. The cold outside had that effect, but no one else's presence needed to generate
such an impact on him.

"Then stop picking fights with every goddamn alpha in our class." He suddenly said, referring to
Hyunsik. "I can't beat up every fucker that tries to put their hands on you."

"How touching, my hero," Jimin mused with a scoff. "No one asked for your help. Save yourself
from the trouble."

Jungkook clicked his tongue. "Until when do I have to guess what happened?" He looked at the
window, watching if there was anyone walking towards the building. "Just say it and I'll fix it."

"Stop playing dumb," the omega growled in annoyance. His hands tightened on the string of his
bag. "I said I'm done with you Jungkook. I meant it."
The alpha stared at him from under the shield of dark eyelashes, studying Jimin with that annoying
frivolous gaze that obsessively picked the omega apart in his mind and rearranged him to his will.
He looked lost this time. Jimin could tell but refused to be fooled.

"I'll keep chasing you anyway. Ignore me all you want," he muttered exhaustedly. "But don't get in
Hyunsik's way," he warned him suddenly. "He isn't like Minrae."

The omega clenched his fist in anger. "So instead of telling that piece of shit to leave me alone, you
tell me to shut up? You just keep outdoing yourself at this rate, Jeon."

The name irked Jungkook. His fingers sank tighter around his bent arm. "If I told anyone to leave
you alone I'd only make it worse for you." Both hybrids remained silent, engaged in a mental battle
for dominance. Jimin refused to let go of his pride or the rage he had reserved for the predator.
Jungkook got closer. “You don't even smell like me anymore,” he fumed irritated as he backed off
in disgust when he sensed a wolf's scent tied to the threads that made up the omega's sweatshirt.
“Allowing that useless knot to spread his filthy wet fur smell all over you, and for what? That won't
get rid of me. I've dug deeper in you than a simple scent that will fade in days.”

Jimin clenched his fist in rage, and without thinking, he formed an O with his lips and flung a spit
into the alpha's face. Only after the screech snipped through the air a parch of saliva decorated the
flawless skin. The predator stood there, countenance unfazed by the murky anger building up in his
body.

Spit dribbled down his cheekbone; Jungkook's eyes sparkled in contempt. If Jimin had to take a
guess at that mind, he could bet the dude wanted to thrust him down his knees to force his cock into
his mouth and make him submit; because that was his response when violence was not an option.
"Won't slap me this time?" Jimin stirred in a scoff. "That's what you get off to, isn't it?"

"..." The alpha's nostrils flared close and open, air sucked back and forth in a hot silent puff. His
fingers dropped from Jimin’s waist. “Don't bite off more than you can chew little bunny,” Jungkook
broke in a smile and wiped the spit off his face with his sleeve, the shit-eating grin never shrinking
off the piercing hanging from his stretched lower lip. “I could slap the living shit out of that pretty
face,” he muttered, "but I fear I've grown a liking to see you get worked up over me."

“Asshole,” Jimin whispered through his teeth. Moisture brimmed his eyelids. “You've been playing
around with my feelings—

“Your feelings? Didn't you say you didn't care? Jungkook propelled his face back onto his. The
omega dodged his weight and slid through the wall but he was snatched back in place. The
predator's hand had a sharp reflex that had been absent in the days leading up to his rut. "Where do
you think you're going? I'm not done talking," Jimin pushed the alpha's face away. “Listen to me
for once in your life," the omega refused, "I wasn't playing around. Everything I've done is for you
and you only."

"I don't fucking care who you did that for!" Jimin barked. His yelling could be heard all the way to
the corners of the large classroom. "It was my mistake to let you fool me like that knowing what I
know, but it's over now." His palm gripped the alpha's mouth but the predator's forked tongue used
the few seconds the hand hovered over his lips to peek at the palm and lick it. The wetness sent a
bolt of disgust down the omega's back. "Ew!"

The entrance on the other side swung open. Multiple students strolled down the stairs from the
upper opening. Jungkook relaxed his posture when he saw them. Right. This classroom belonged to
another major. Jimin took the opportunity to yank open the door behind him and run for his life
away from the alpha.
"We’re not done", he heard in a low whisper. The omega flipped him off before disappearing down
the stairs.

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It usually felt good to arrive early in the morning but not this time. She swiped her card through the
detector and her name was recorded for the day. The good thing about working for the biggest
conglomerate family was their generous system; not a single minute was slipped unpaid.

She glanced at her watch. Yesterday she had left at 3 in the morning and now had to prepare the
documents for the next meeting before starting her shift. Two coffees had hardly kept at bay the
sleep whispering to her brain.
As she walked through the corridor, the omega kept her head fixed on the closed doors set in order.
Last night she had almost peed herself from the startle. She’d been about to cross the building when
she noticed the light was still on. There was no one left in the building, or so she had thought.

"Sir? I thought you left." Jungkook had glanced at her. He'd been on his desk circling and writing
something on the paper. Scattered all over were a few coloured charts, some crossed out, and some
torn in the trash. "It's late."

"Then why are you here? Go home," Jungkook had retorted before dismissing her and going back
to his work. He'd had class at the next day and the dude had been there the whole afternoon. "Your
shift is over."

He had sounded so tired last night, she thought. The guy had just come back from his rut and
started working as soon as he was done with it.

The elevator climbed to the top floor, and she rushed after its doors opened. The light from the
huge windows at the top hit her face when she stepped out into lobby on the highest level of the
building. Her heels made an echo still audible under the soft strokes of her clothes against her skin.
The office she always went and came back to felt harder to reach today. Maybe the pain from the
high heels from last night was the source, but she didn't care —good night clubbing had been
needed after the hard work she had to cover for the heir’s abstinence on the weekend. And adding
to the suffering she couldn't come dressed as she wanted. Working in a Jeon company didn't allow
any detail out in one's appearance. She never understood that. The young man she worked for was
hard to impress anyway. He barely ever looked her way.

She reviewed the documents after making photocopies of them. The omega knocked twice before
entering. How would he receive her this time? Navy suit? Greenish suit? Grey...? Kang-Dae's
youngest alpha son wasn't very fond of grey. He rather wore dark clothes that matched his aura.
Jerseys and polo shirts, plain pants, turtlenecks, thick coats. Despite his elegance, he never took off
his piercings and that felt sometimes like a spicy detail that made every omega a victim of his
involuntary charm. Although he hadn't fucked anyone in the company.
She swung the door. To her surprise, the always dismissive black eyes that stared back at her this
time were missing. Instead, she was greeted by a broad, tall back. "Ah... sir..." she softly gasped,
surprised. "Is Jeon today not...?"

The older alpha turned to her. She hadn't been with one of Jeon's firms for that long. She had,
however, met all his kids. Of all the alphas she had met, Kang-Dae was a hard wall to cross. A
premonition of his son. He did not break a smile to his workers nor let anyone relax in his presence.
Working with his other sons was described as a blessing by some employees across the companies.
He ruled with an iron fist, a trait that had been passed down to the official heir under his command.

And about the rest… Jae-won Jeon had the best reviews and the worst management. Most of the
older Jeon brothers did an amazing job but he was special in his field. He was always sleeping
around with his omega workers and had been found thousands of times coming to work drunk,
sometimes even skipping days because "he was a Jeon anyway". Regardless of being on a smaller
scale company, he was still the CEO. It was still strange how the alpha was allowed to stay in the
business after so many scandals.

"Put them there," Kang-Dae ordered after he reclined in his son's seat. The name Jungkook was
written on a steel bar on the table. That hadn't always been there. Jungkook had also been a
secretary in his trial phase. Unlike his brothers, his father had made him start at the bottom. It was
hard to imagine a teenager doing unpaid labour and still having such high expectations, so the
secretary wished she could have been present during those years. "You can leave."

"It's about the last contracts made..." her voice died as she tried to explain why she was here. She
put the paper carefully on the table after the lack of a positive reaction to her words. Kang-Dae was
either focused on the documents or scrutinizing every detail on the desk. It was hard to find a
mistake there. His son sometimes looked like he was scared of making a single mistake. He
arranged each sheet as if it were unique to him as if no photocopiers were nearby. The younger
alpha had an odd habit of always placing the mouse in the centre of the mat — not one millimetre
more or one less. Every book was in its right place. There was no trace of coffee, nor a used pen,
nor the cigarettes that he carried with him.
When Kang-Dae liked someone, it was easy to tell. He was a calm man with everyone. No smiles.
No jokes. Nothing. The man always looked intimidating; a person of few words. He was equally
dismissive of his children. It was well known that in the Jeon, family came last. His sons were more
like his workers than his own blood. But there was something... a minor detail that anyone working
under the family's legacy would notice. He didn't give much of a damn about anyone except for the
current heir. Only a snake could understand the strange mix of trust and disdain going on in his
relationship with the alpha. Kang-Dae didn't care that much if his sons got bad grades or couldn’t
show how talented they were; he still behaved a bit like a father to them. But that they didn't
include Jungkook.

Anyone on the outside would have assumed he detested his son. Then again, only his own breed
could understand what was going through his head. Kang-Dae was ruthless when it came to
Jungkook. These weren't even rumours, but cold memories for the workers who had lived through
those years and now worked for the same little boy. The company dinners revealed so much thought
the secretary. She recalled drinking with the head of the right office and complaining to him current
boss was such a jerk. To her surprise those objections died quickly — it was difficult to criticize
Jungkook's pristine work — when she had complained to them that Jungkook shouldn't be in such a
high position and was slapped with the long stories about the other company where Kang-Dae's son
had started working. Thousands of times when he had made a mistake and the young man came to
the firm to do the job of every single employee that day. The old alpha who had been telling her
that story assured her that he even felt bad for the boy since he’d been convinced he was a brat.

Any mistake a young guy his age made, and his father forced him to remain standing a full day
until everyone left. Just to embarrass him. Old employers could remember when he was pushed to
rewrite sheets of the shittiest part of the job by hand or worse stories she didn't want to remember.
Kang-Dae loved chasing his son with a magnifying glass. As if he had a grudge against him over
something unknown. But to everyone's surprise, it turned out to be the intention that drew him to
act that way. He was his favourite, there was no doubt.

Jungkook had always been the only son for him.

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He'd always known that his deepest worry was venturing on shaky ground, on the brink of being
swept by the first force to hit him —drawn and willingly swallowed into the black hole that would
lead to a tragedy of no turning back.

Jimin abhorred the sensation of being deceived or used. It was amusing how worse things didn't
hurt him as much as being treated like a dirty rag. To play someone's second fiddle. That fear had a
very transparent and justified root: the eyes that saw him grow from his first breath had shaped that
ghostly worry he was forced to carry till his death bed.
It was his father and mother who fed that black ball that grew deep within him. They fed him words
and subliminal messages that made his position clear from the day he opened his eyes. Those words
became harsher with his age. It went from a "here's what you should wear" to "omegas don't do
that".

Jimin was disposable.

The biggest proof was how easy it was to lose the fleeting love his parents had shown him. It took
Jimin sharing his feelings for it to vanish into thin air, and flick his fingers to end the magic show
he had been performing, all for the crystal pieces to crack from the fragile roof Jimin had built to
not hurt them. Truth never went down easily. If it didn't hurt, it wasn't raw enough: deep from the
last layer covering his soul.

If he wasn't a sweet thin doll that always sat with his legs together, never raised his voice, and
talked back, the warmth of his mother's hands would turn into a cold frigid disappointment.

It was part of the reason he had grown up with so much anger towards them. His mother had
limited him. The boundless love he heard so much about was consumed in his relationship with the
person who had given birth to him. A simple breeze had been enough to quell the wood that had
grown tired of burning. Jimin’d always known there was no unlimited love ticket when it came to
this woman. She forged him as she wished, posed him for others to see and if the omega tried to
look elsewhere for that affection, he was met with another barrier.

Both sides were equally draining. Jimin couldn’t confess how he felt about his father even. He had
changed, and became a mere toy moved by society. He couldn't recall the last time he sat down
with his father to talk, try to cuddle or rely on him. His shoulder was now cold. Even when he had
forced himself to regain back that fatherly sense by falling asleep on his father’s lap, a bad feeling
lurked beneath the pulse of his veins.
Money, money more money. His mind revolved around pleasing the world and getting something in
return. Jimin hated complacent people who, despite having the capabilities to break their chains,
preferred to sit in the comfort of a familiar place.

He couldn't remember seeing his father ever in the kitchen again, where he used to help make
Jimin's birthday cakes —the ones his mother would only let him eat a piece of. At some point in all
those years rotting away in that house that pretended to be lively, Jimin stopped being his father's
son.

Whenever he peeked into his office, all he saw was the back of his head. The collar of the suit was
just a few inches from his hair. Papers in front of him. Busy calls.

Your grades are down, Jimin.

"Are you listening, Jimin?

Her voice so close it could vibrate against his skin made the omega uncomfortable. She wasn't
supposed to be here. Jimin’d had to cancel visiting Hobi after the exhaustion of enduring boring
classes in his solitude. At least now he could enjoy his freedom by not waiting and instead leaving
the first with Kai. If Jungkook stared like Jimin was about to fade into the air, that wasn't his
problem. He refused to waste his energy on his anger at the thought of him.

"Why isn’t dad here?" the omega prompted just to change the trajectory of the conversation. "You
two said we'd have dinner together."
Jimin wasn't insane. But playing interested was a small price to pay compared to having to put up
with being questioned about his grades. Though weirdly enough his mother hadn't inquired yet
about the "alphas" in his class. Just Hobi. Jimin had dodged the question since he wasn't sure his
friend would appreciate his situation being spread around. His mother loved gossiping.

"You're not listening at all," sighed the woman and placed the mug back in its place. The butt of its
form aligned the round rim of the plate. Over its surface her soft nude trimmed nails matched her
tone with a slight darker hue. “I told you, your father had something to do today.”

He could guess what that something was. “He’s been here for almost a week and didn’t find any
better moment to leave?” The man barely spent time with his family if it wasn’t to use them. Like
when he pretended to be the perfect family in front of other guests. As if he had ever asked about
Jimin's feelings. Or his life.

His company came first.

His mother watched the path of the spoon to his mouth. Jimin had to gulp water to help flow the
piece of cake down in a parched push. Her eyes drained the moisture from the food in his hands.
The juicy feel of the cream against his tongue turned arid. “He might join us for dinner. Today is
for omegas only. I need to pick some clothes for you before the dinner happens. How are your
classmates treating you?” Back to the tight smile that attempted to mask her roaming attention on
the food in front of her son. She was counting his bites, Jimin knew.

“Good,” the omega said, and had to make an extra effort not to look away from the brown eyes
studying his reactions. His mother had him on a leash, or so she thought. "It's a bit hard but I'm
doing good."

“Who are you hanging out with? Only Hoseok?” she prompted. “You said that alpha with you that
day was just a classmate, but you haven't told me about any new friend there.” Jimin hadn't lied
when he told her that Kai was just a friend in his class. And as expected his mother hadn’t been
amused to know that an alpha had been around her son. "Your grandmother and I have been so
worried about having you in a co-ed university." Her straight back settled into the seat. She
examined her surroundings before placing back her focus on her son, and then observed the clothes
wrapped over the younger omega’s body. Her fingers knocked against the curve of the china cup.
The distorted reflection of Jimin's pale face flickered with the shadow of her nails over the surface.
The little bumps, soft and subtle, floated up to the boy's ear. The heated wind in the enclosed space
reached for him, pushing aside the hair in its path. Jimin fixed his bangs. “I've never seen that on
you,” she murmured, suddenly.

The omega glanced at his chest. A simple blue hoodie that got delivered yesterday. He had
restrained himself from making exorbitant purchases in order not to draw his father's attention —
even though between so much money he would not notice a few thousands gone. “Saw it in a
magazine and bought it.”

“It makes you look too big,” she commented. Another sip followed her dry words. That was the
thing with his mother: she was sweet, sweeter than candy. A piece of cotton in human form.
However, a few sharp needles were concealed under the cotton — and unfortunately for Jimin, he
already knew the way to find them. “The day we came you were also wearing new clothes. What
happened to the clothes I prepared for you before you left? These ugly colors don't suit your face. It
makes you look bloated.”

“I like it,” the omega piped up.

“We all like things that we shouldn't and that doesn't mean we have to go and have them,” his
mother shot back. She wasn't angry. This was her attitude with everything. That sweet voice of hers
gunned down with slight strokes, as gentle as the touch of her fingers on the cup. “You’re attending
college with high-ranking predators. Your image should also be your priority.”

“It is my priority…!” He was reluctant to raise his voice any higher than he wished. If it were up to
him, he’d have thrown the entire table on his mother's head by now.
"Don't lie to me. It isn’t when in a single month you've gotten so..." his mother looked at his body
with disgust. The edge in her silence shielded a throbbing disapproval that burned in the omega's
consciousness; a memory that he would hide somewhere if he still had room for the trunk of insipid
flashbacks that this woman had forced him to take. “…big.”

“This is my normal size,” the omega murmured, feeling defeated. “I'm 5'9, mom. I can't have the
weight I had when I was a teenager.”

“Don't give me excuses for your inability to control yourself in front of food. When was the last
time you exercised?” His mother clenched her teeth in frustration. She almost seemed embarrassed
to have him near her. If the woman hadn't said anything when they arrived at the university to greet
Jimin, it was because she was saving it for another time. She had taken Jimin hostage in a mom-son
shopping date for the sake of her usual speech, using a simple trap Jimin had allowed himself to be
sucked into. “Get rid of this,” she said, lifting a slender finger from the table to her son's chest.
“This afternoon I’m going to buy you a few blouses. I can't have you attending that university
looking like…” she tutted, “…some kind of wannabe alpha.”

Ugh.

The omega tried to cool her off by letting her words soak into a silence polluted by the background
voices in the place they were in. The cafe they had gone to was expensive. Jimin had never come
here. He had tried to recommend another place to his mother, but she refused to leave downtown.
Seeing well-dressed people sitting here had her eyes sparkling to go too. The coffee was so bad
Jimin had ditched it for a piece of cake.

The younger omega dragged his eyes from the high window in which he saw people cross the
streets to the stern expression of the woman sitting in front of him. "Did you listen to what I said?"
“It's just clothes mom,” Jimin sighed and took another spoonful to sweeten the bad taste in his
mouth that this conversation was giving him. "I can't wear everything you want."

She didn't like that. Of course she didn't. She always had something to say, something to fucking
complaint about. "What are you going to do when you get married?" Huh. Jimin raised an eyebrow.
That was new. "Are you going to be refusing to wear the clothes that your alpha chooses for you?"

“I don't think anyone is that bored to decide someone else's clothes,” the omega was quick to say.
"You don't even decide what dad wears so why do you let him do that?"

"Because he's my alpha, Jimin." So what. Was that the excuse all the time? “He provides for this
family. It's the less I can do for him,” she added.

“The less?” Jimin hated the demeaning tone in her voice. Even if he hated his mother, he was aware
of the circumstances that had shaped her this way. The way she minimized her own feelings pushed
her to do the same with other omegas, his son being the main target, just like Jimin’s grandmother
did with her. “You also provide for this family. You keep our image clean, you are always making
sure that the house looks polished to perfection. You raised me almost alone. You do so many
things… so why… why do you say the least?”

She remained unfazed. “It’s not a matter of who does more, honey,” Jimin was bothered by the lack
of reaction in her eyes. It was all so subdued that just lighting a candle in her gaze would end up
being turned off with a mere whisper. She was deep into her mentality. “That's my job as an omega.
We are here to provide in our special way and get pampered for that. Your father is a good alpha,
who makes me a lucky woman. Dressing the way he likes is a gesture of respect to him.” Jimin
curved the spoon into the cheesecake and brought it to his mouth. She was blabbering that bullshit
again. He preferred to act as if he understood her than fight her. Last time he did his mother had
exploded in his face and Jimin had gotten slapped in the face for telling her he wasn’t less of an
alpha or that he didn't come from an alpha's rib. Why was it so wrong for an omega to have a mind
on its own? Haven't you eaten enough? Jimin swallowed hard at the comment. That tone. That
layer under her words dragged him to that corner in the trunk of memories: when his mother put
him on the scale, and she looked carefully if the numbers had gone up.
And if they did, Jimin had to cut his portions for the next months.

“I haven't even finished it yet.”

“You've been very talkative since you moved here,” the woman said. Her hand grabbed on her
son’s fisted hand, freezing it in the air. “That’s enough calories for today,” she almost warned with a
soft unthreatening voice. Jimin felt bad and quickly dropped the spoon. His reaction made her
happy, and she caressed his face, satisfied. "It's a little late now, so why don’t we go straight for
shopping?”

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The ball bounced back in his hands. Jungkook smashed it harder against the ground. Running
around the field again was an ecstasy he had longed for more than he had realized. The smell of
sweat permeated the enclosed atmosphere of the gymnasium. Hard bouncing echoed. He couldn't
hear his own thoughts with the bead of sweat sliding over his temple, slowly as Jungkook waited
for it to fall; or for him to punch someone in the face.

The whistle echoed back to its place. The coach motioned with his chin towards the lines already
placed on the ground on either side of it. The varnished pitch was huge compared to the track
outside. This wasn't everyone's favorite moment. Running back and forth with the interval getting
shorter and shorter, with beeps that didn't wait until you got to the line and had to change to the
turnaround point.

He heard a few snorts from behind. Jungkook stretched in the layer of sweat surrounding him. He
had so much energy built up in his muscles that if he didn't burn it off now he was going to end up
doing it in another painful way.

The alphas filed down the runway. "I hate this shit," whispered one beside him. The girl was way
taller than Jungkook, a few heads over him.

The beeping of the megaphone didn't wait for them to adjust. Jungkook shot out from his spot as if
he had a prey running from him a few meters away. His trainers squeaked against the ground and
he twisted on his heels in the long minute back to the same path, to the initial point. His legs grazed
over the ground and he sprang to the next line. The whistle grew narrower, announcing the next
phase.

The first ones were hardly an issue for anyone. Most alphas could run well on smooth ground with
a short distance, but the problem in this case, was that the distance to run was huge. It started
relatively slow, trotting to the line, taking it too easy.
The next whistle had the same effect as the previous one. Jungkook's hair shortened his view. The
alpha pushed it away after reaching for the line, letting his foot fall on it.

He needed another haircut. If his hair was kept any longer, he would end up needing to wrap it in a
bun to hold it in place. And his father wasn’t a fan of that, even though Jungkook didn’t give a shit
about that. But he had lost the habit of having it long with the comfort of a trimmed cut close to the
head.

Fifteen repetitions.

There were already alphas out of play, surrendering to their physical limits. Their tired grunts could
be heard as they watched along with the people in the stands watching the last training session.
Jungkook flung his attention to the girl running beside him. Her long legs conquered a good stretch
with a single step but she was noticeably exhausted.

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She liked polka-dot dresses. Jimin recalled the patterned collection in her closet. His mother looked
beautiful in them. She had worn a dress of the same style on the day of her arrival, matching with
the same low heels she had worn today. Soft colors were her thing. Nothing crazy.

The loose curls at the end of her hair's path lay tossed over her back. Her hair was always parted to
one side, with one part thicker than the other, revealing the jewel embedded in her ear. Her small
handbag was hidden beneath her arm, bought from another brand she loved for the cushion style in
soft and minimalist colours.

Her face was barely covered in makeup. Because his father preferred a natural appearance, Jimin's
mother, being the devoted housewife she was, kept a bare-faced image. Not like she needed it. She
was so gorgeous even Jimin’s high school friends would compliment her beauty whenever she
came to attend a parent meeting.

Her heels continued to echo throughout the room. This was the fourth store they had gone to. Jimin
was dizzy and drained, and his legs hurt from walking around. Sure, he loved shopping but there
was something about joining someone in their search to find the perfect fit that took away any
excitement. This wasn't for him even if his mother claimed it was. She was buying this to please
her own tastes.

“Can I get a smaller size?” his mother asked as she paced towards the fitting rooms. The noticeably
tired salesgirl rushed to search for another identical dress that would choke Jimin better. “Try this
one.”

The omega was pushed into the cubicle. The minimalistic suit his mother had thrown at his face
looked horrendous. Especially the open pants. "Mom..."
“Jimin, I didn't come all the way to this city to hear you complain. Try it.”

The dress rode up to his hips. The omega felt the fabric on the verge of tearing when it reached his
belly. It wasn’t his body being that big like his mother loved claiming he was. It wasn’t his shape
either. His mother was obsessed with sanding it with the magnifying glass with which she
appreciated her own body. She didn't carry the muscles Jimin had: the biceps that stood out under
his sleeve and whose only way to make them disappear was under a strict diet like hers that
hopefully didn't end in malnutrition.

"He doesn't fit in it." Jimin turned horrified when the omega revealed his nakedness in the middle
of the store. The curtain pulled aside showed his mother’s standing frame of her examining him
from top to bottom. She seemed so bothered by the protruding meat of the neck of the dress
choking her son's thighs, on the verge of cutting the flesh they were clinging to. “This should fit.”

“Should I bring another dress?” The store worker cast him an apologetic look that only made worse
the bunny’s shame.

“You ’ve gotten so fat…”

“…” Jimin kept his lips sealed.

The ground turned chilly under his feet and that sensation brought him back to the cold metallic
feeling of the scale beneath him. At the end of every month his mother weighed him naked before
showering. She was bad at giving him his privacy.
Bad at listening to him.

Bad at appreciating his efforts.

Bad at treating Jimin more like a person than a doll.

“Fifty is too high for your height.”

Jimin dropped the dress on the floor. "Are you saying that because you can't see my ribs?" he
clipped, his gaze brought to the eyes that shared the auburn chroma in his. “Clothes fit me right,
mom,” the omega dragged, frustrated. He’d had a chip on his shoulder since the start of this mom-
son date. Jimin wouldn't stop swallowing after his words; the panicked ball forbidding him from
speaking his mind seized in his ragged but silent breathing. “I-I feel healthier now…”

All signs of joy petered out in her countenance. The omega pursed her lips, glower piercing into her
son. “Being fat isn’t healthier, honey.”

“You make it sound as if I was a whale.”

His mother was about to respond, but she averted her head slightly. “That dinner will be full of
important families… Your classmates play an important part in the image you need to give. I can't-
I can't have you looking like this.” Jimin let those words snip into his skin as he watched his body
through the mirror. His abdomen was no longer as toned as it had been at his high school
graduation months before. His thighs now touched slightly more, and his skin stretched out. He felt
huge. She made him feel huge.

“So… should I bring another dress? Or will you pick this one?” Asked the salesclerk from the
corner, trying to avoid looking into the changing room the omega's mother had made sure to reveal
to everyone in the store. “He can have it tailored if he wants. It’d be ready in—

"It's useless." His mother spat in that annoying sweet voice. "If we take the measures now I have no
way to make sure he won't get bigger by the time the date comes."

A tide of nausea rumbled the need to break down in tears in front of everyone; Jimin's collected
persona was pushed to the brink of dissociation. He clenched his fists around the dress. His nails
promised to rip the fabric. A chilled-to-the-marrow shiver ran down the omega's back as he felt his
mother's hand caressing him, searching for the bony trace of his spine while she chatted with the
worker.

“Let’s look for a suit to hide your figure at least,” she added before stepping out of the fitting room.
Jimin stared at the ground and let the silence swallow him up for now.

It was never enough.

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The sound of crumpled plastic shrinking as someone drank was repeated several times throughout
the room, mingling with the squeaking of soles against the floor. The beeps barely lasted half a
second. Almost everyone had dropped the test. But there were still a few alphas standing, running
out of breath. Jungkook stepped into the line and before allowing his weight fully over his leg, he
propelled himself back to the path he had just crossed. He left the alpha still regaining some energy
behind and kept running and running and running until every single frustration poisoning his mind
like a toxin would sweat through his pores.

"That's enough," shouted the trainer. Jungkook froze. His mind unlocked from the trance when he
realized he was alone on the pitch. Everyone was staring at him, more confused than he was.

"Did that test come with extra credits or...?" Hyunsik asked, perplexed. Jungkook plopped down on
the bench and chugged down a whole bottle. "You looked insane there," he added with amusement
on the tip of his tongue. One of the alphas threw the towel at Jungkook. The dry touch soaked into
the sweat from the predator's hair. This wasn't enough.

"Most of us come back tired from ruts, yet mister Jeon here looks like he's about to explode."
Jungkook gasped at the hot air escaping from his lungs. "I have a serious case of blue balls right
now," he sighed, exhausted.

Hyunsik arched an eyebrow, as confused as the alpha standing in front of the shelving. "I think I've
missed something here." They glanced at each other and then back at Jungkook, who was stretching
his legs with his head drooping to the ceiling. "Are you into celibacy now?"

The other alpha burst out laughing, and her high pitch was followed by some more. “Jungkook?
Celibacy?” It sounded hilarious; he knew that. “Don’t you snakes have a higher sex drive? If you
don’t stick your dick in some wet cunt at this rate you’ll end with a tumor there.”

Jungkook glared at her. “That’s not how it works dumbass.”

“You get what I mean,” brushed off the girl.

“So, it’s true after all that you didn’t spend your last rut with anyone…” Hyunsik took the bottle
from his hand y unrolled the cap. “Did you make a bet with Taehyung?” Jungkook stared at him,
looking even more tired from their bullshit. "What?" Yun laughed, “You two are always machining
shit.”

A few students walked to the changing rooms to take a shower. The gym was filled to the ceiling
with a dense atmosphere of acid sweat, enough to make an omega faint from the distress of so
many alphas. Jungkook watched them, distracted, mind too full to feel at ease enough to drop his
shoulders and let his muscles unclench.

“Lately…” One of the boys suddenly muttered. “You keep acting weird.” His head over the wall,
the hyena smile falsely drawn on his lips with a shine on his fangs that became contaminated when
it reached his eyes.
Jungkook stared at him from the bench, his dark eyes immovable from the daring comment his
classmate had thrown, hidden behind a genuine worry. He knew this guy enough to be able to tell
when that annoying voice of his did not mean what his words conveyed.

“Do share with us what’s making you worry about me now,” he offered.

“Man I don’t know… An omega slapped you the other day and you didn’t do shit about it.”
Jungkook knew this would bounce back at him at some point but it was funny seeing them expect
him to lead or make the first move.

“Don’t start…” Yun sighed, uncomfortable.

“I'm just saying. This isn't the Jungkook I've known from high school.” The alpha raised his hands
in the air, shrugging like he hadn’t just tried to belittle Jungkook. “You don't even have the usual
target to entertain you and now this? Voluntarily not sleeping around is already another level.”

“How does that affect you in any way dude?” Yun retorted with her arms crossed. She kept looking
back and forth between the two guys.

“If you're this worried I'd gladly let you suck me off,” Jungkook murmured and spread his legs over
the bench he was sitting on. The shorts stretched between his legs. The bulge of his cocks peeked
out from under the cloth. He watched the alpha's disgusted reaction and sneered with a soft grin.
“Don't be shy. Minrae ended up enjoying it too.”

“If anything it would be me the one fucking you since these days you keep behaving like a beta,”
the alpha snapped in annoyance.
Jungkook sprang to his feet and bolted to the guy, an incredulous scoff dangling between his lips.
“That's new,” Yun made a face. She knew what was coming. Not a single alpha had dared speak
back to him, even less insult him in such a way. The last one had ended up skinned after losing his
limbs. It was a bold move and though brave, also a promise of death. "What makes you think that
mm?" His fingers reached for the alpha’s face. The guy flinched back, and the flashback of all the
acts Jungkook had made him witness reflected in his anxious stare. "I took away your daily
entertainment and suddenly I'm not alpha enough for you." Jungkook ended up placing the weight
of his hand on his sweaty shoulder. His fangs glinted as the sweat coated his face. "But that's fine,"
he mumbled, "I can always prove it to you in my own way." Jungkook jerked his chin to the other.
“Grab him.” Yun didn't think twice and locked the predator's arms from behind. The dude struggled
to free himself from the girl's arms, being left with an exposed chest and face. "This is what you
want, isn't it?"

"Wait—"

Jungkook landed the first punch with a jab that drilled straight to the bone. He felt the hardness
under the skin on his knuckles but that did not stop him. “Is this alpha enough for you?” The boy
groaned in pain and threw an insolent look at him but that didn't last much. A second whack forced
a trickle of saliva out of his busted lip. Jungkook repeated the action even more infuriated by his
pained expression. His fist clenched harder before he threw another hit on the bare face.

The abrupt strikes had the guy convulsing from the contraction of his muscles. Jungkook's eyes
sparkled at the sight of his suffering transforming into a sorry pout he quickly erased with a punch
that grazed the tip of his nose but almost pushed a tooth out. He shot a glance at Yun, and she freed
the guy. The boy's disorientation almost threw him to the ground yet he remained standing, face
freshly busted with a promising swelling that he would premiere all month. "Won't fight back?"
Regret was swallowed down his Adam's apple. "I'll still fund your mommy's company, don't
worry."

“I didn't mean that…” he said in a whine, loose mouth making his words sloppy. One of his lip
nerves had been hit. It was going to swell. His jaw received another blow before he could finish his
sentence.

“That doesn't work for me,” Jungkook sighed in disappointment. He shouldn't have provoked him
in the middle of this situation. He had been boiling this anger the whole week and the last thing he
would allow was a weak bitch to test his patience. He had already another nuisance doing that —
one whose name started with J and ended with a headache. “Punch me back, c’mon. This ain’t fun
if you just take it.”

“I don’t want to fight,” whimpered the boy, his feet barely holding him on the ground. “It was a
mistake.”

"But it wasn't, was it?" Jungkook grabbed his cheek. The alpha flinched from the throbbing pain
still fresh on his skin. “You said you'd fuck me since I behave like a beta. You could have obeyed
like everyone else but chose to pretend to have a mind of your own, a right to speak back to me. We
don't do that here. Maybe at home where your lowlife kind can associate with each other but here?
We’re not the same. I speak and you shut that filthy mouth. I pee on this floor and you lick it if I
order you so. You do whatever the fuck I want you to do. Your species lick humans' butts even in
their most beastly form. It's natural for you to seek a rougher hand to keep you on the ground.” He
brought his lips closer to the alpha's, "So I'll ask you again, who's gonna fuck who?"

"I said I'm sorry..."

Jungkook clicked his tongue whilst he crushed the boy's forehead between his fingers. Sweat
moistened his thumb as he pressed his nape against the shelving behind them. “Stick to the script.
Who's gonna fuck who, again?

“…” The guy darted at the alphas watching the exchange. No one in their right mind would raise a
finger for him, just like he wouldn't if he hadn't opened his mouth.

Jungkook rammed a fist into his cheek. The pained gasp yanked a sound from his chest. “I’m
waiting,” he chuckled and gave a few comforting taps to the punched cheek. “Tell me who’ll be
fucking who. It’s not that hard. Dogs are usually good at following orders, what happened?”
“He got a mind on his own. Evolution,” Hyunsik commented.

I’m waiting for you to have one, Jungkook thought. He couldn’t wait for Hyunsik to finally give in
and speak his frustration up so the alpha would have the perfect excuse to make him pay for the lab
incident. “My bad,” Jungkook apologized. “I made that leash too loose,” he laughed, brushing his
fingers against the trembling neck. The boy gorged on. The predator wouldn't have it. “Answer
me.”

"It’s you. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.” The edge in the harsh attempts to not start sobbing
skyrocketed to a frigid breath. "I won't talk back again."

“This isn’t about disobeying me,” the alpha whispered. Hyunsik watched in silence the humiliation
session conclude. “It's the natural order. I stay on top and you follow behind. And if you don't like
it,” Jungkook patted the swollen cheek. "You're free to fight back, as long as you know the
consequences of your actions."

"It was a mistake; I didn't mean it."

"Good," smiled Jungkook, "that's what I like to hear." He stroked the boy's head as if he were a pet.
His fingers caught in the locks and he pulled hard to pull him closer. “The next time you piss me
off I’ll have you take me in the middle of class,” he added softly, and received, pleased, a desperate
nod. “Might give you a treat if you suck dick better than Minrae.” The boy blushed with fury but
kept his mouth shut.

“Stop with that!” Kai emerged from nowhere, just as sweaty as the rest of the alphas. He put
himself between the boy and Jungkook, his arms over the guy.

“Here comes our hero,” the groaned, tired. “A bit late, too.” The stupid shit needed to be grateful
Jungkook had ignored his insignificant existence these days, but instead, he had planted himself in
the middle of a matter that had nothing to do with him.

“You're always making someone's life miserable,” the alpha snarled. Jungkook arched an eyebrow
like he had been told a joke.

“So it’s true that between canines you help each other,” he said and crossed his arms, “what ’s next,
gonna smell his ass like you filthy animals do?”

“Enough with that, stop being such a horrible person.”

“Oh, come on Kai, don't be a pushover,” Hyunsik taunted from his seat. “Did hanging out with that
omega make you a whiny bitch?”

“Nah,” Jungkook muttered with a mischievous smile. "He's always been a coward." Jimin had more
balls than the dude. He could at least slap the shit out of Jungkook and still maintain eye contact.
Shit, he had even spat on his face. This one, a tall alpha with more muscle than brains, could barely
throw an insult even.

He hovered closer to the wolf, and Kai's eyes flickered nervously. The alpha behind them was still
groaning from the hard punch. No one was going to thank him shit for this act of bravery.

Jungkook knew his kind. He loved to pretend to be a good lovely human; a little lamb under the
stinking wolf fur. But that was because of his lack of power. Kai stayed away because it suited him.
And he remained nice because it suited him too. A good person would sacrifice himself for that
implacable morality that he believed so much he had, but he, like any other puppet on the playing
field, had strings that controlled him. Intentions, like the rest. He wanted Jimin too, he desired him
while the omega thought he had a friend. Jungkook knew that stare, that puppy-love gaze he was
throwing every single day at Jimin in hopes the omega would reciprocate the energy back.

Thinking about the omega infuriated him even more. Kai knew that. "I don't care what you do to
me," Kai muttered under his breath, "I'm tired of seeing you hurt others for the sake of your sick
entertainment." Beneath his words was hidden meaning beyond what the rest of their teammates
could understand. And it all came back to Jimin. The daring tone in his voice snapped Jungkook
from the control he had tried to keep under his fingers. The materials shelf shook when he threw
the alpha against it, twisting the collar of his neck in a closed ripped fist.

“If you're so tired of doing something about it. Throw a punch at least. As an alpha you should
know how to talk doesn't magically fix shit.” he muttered to himself with a laugh. “I've been
wanting to get my hands on you, though, so good for you for taking the first step.” He squeezed his
neck in a pat. Kai swallowed, but he still wouldn't take his eyes off Jungkook's. He could feel the
fear vibrating in the circumference of his pupils. The deep black tapering to a point. An alert
predator that could hardly run attached by Jungkook's hand.

“You won’t do it,” Kai gasped, fighting to not swarm away from the dark eyes sucking his soul out
of him. “He won’t like it—” Threatening him Jimin... how low. The rage peeking behind the calm
mask promised a secured black eye and a few broken ribs. As a small payback, a gentle gift for
keeping Jimin company this whole time, Jungkook released his venom through his fingertips. The
alpha felt the cold sting and his panicked eyes shot to his. "No—"

He had a burning thirst to rip his face. Make him cry blood while his nose hung helpless, bones so
mauled his muscles crumbled over them. Not just for the disrespect, but for preying around
someone like Jimin, for contaminating the pure air that surrounded the omega with his disgusting
wolf scent. Jungkook would cut and dismember him off that pelt and feed him his own dirty fur
until his intestines turned into a knot from all the hair stuck in it. Feed him his own shitted hair,
since dirty animals like him ate anything on their way, to then open his stomach and let the crows
feast on his flesh.

He had plenty of ideas for the insignificant cockroach that kept wandering around hostile territory.
“Jungkook,” Min-hyuk cut him off, Kai's close friend and also his, with an intruding arm in his
way. The alpha kept his bloodthirsty grin fixed on the guy. "Don't waste your time on this."

“Then keep your dog in his lane,” Jungkook spat before stepping aside. Min-hyuk followed and
grabbed his friend from the floor.

To this day the alpha still couldn't understand why he hung out with Kai when he was much worse
than Jungkook's friends. But the guy was calm, always out of trouble. Except in the hobbies in
which he collaborated with the alpha. Especially the breaks when they smoked together, where the
dude behaved like a totally different person. Min-hyuk always signed up for whatever he proposed,
and that included ruining Minrae’s life.

Kai was dragged by his friend away from Jungkook and the rest of alphas. The boy threw a
horrified glance at him and the predator burst out laughing. “I swear I saw shit in his pants. He
almost cried there,” Hyunsik murmured watching the guy being scolded by his friend. “He's lucky
Min-hyuk is the brains of their group. I'd have fucked him up already.”

Jungkook hummed and grabbed the towel off the ground. “You,” he said pointing with his chin at
the boy still on the ground with a swollen cheek. "The next time you're doubting if I'm alpha
enough I'll show you how well I bred guys like you who don't know what's their place in this
world." The boy nodded sheepishly. His hand covered the future bruises on his face. “Useless rats,”
the alpha snarled before strolling out to the changing room.
 ─────── ·ⅩⅠⅩ· ───────

"Are you sure you can't stay with me and your father?" His mother grabbed his arm. The weight of
her hands encircling the cylinder of meat teetered him on the edge of panic. Jimin resisted the need
to move away. She had beaten every little part of him today. He had almost forgotten how
disgusting his own mother could be sometimes. How unpleasant she was with him and his body.

“No, mom,” he exhaled in a shaky breath. The box felt loose in his hands. “I want to bring this to
Hobi.”

“You could bring it to him tomorrow. Your father will drive you there for sure, so why don't you—

“I have an exam to study for,” Jimin retorted, “I need to clear my head. I'm a bit tired too.”

His mother sneaked a glance at the piece of cake between his fingers. Her sharp gaze didn't try to
hide the suspicion behind her kind smile. "You promise me you won't eat it?"
The question knocked Jimin for six. "Mom I told you I'm bringing it to Hobi." He was sickened by
how she made him feel: like a monster. "I'm full." He wasn't. The last thing he'd eaten was a piece
of cake in the evening, which he hadn't even finished because his mother refused to see the whole
thing end in his stomach. And, of course, she'd hinted that there'd be no dinner. Sweets already had
enough calories to to keep Jimin going for the rest of the night.

"It’s here," the omega noticed when he heard the taxi driver’s beep approaching the sidewalk in
front of one of the stores. The sign with the company logo was illuminated when the evening grew
darker. "I have to go." His mother reached for his arm but that hold never happened.

Jimin dashed to the taxi as soon as the car was close enough. He didn’t look back when he shut the
door, aware that his mother had a hand raised with the intention of waving him goodbye. He
couldn’t do it. If he turned to look at her, his teary eyes would swell with all the overwhelming
emotions he’d building up. Jimin didn't want to cause a scene; concern her.

"T-to the hospital at the outskirts, please," the omega stuttered, pretending to be busy with his
phone so as not to look at the woman watching him from outside.

─────── ·ⅩⅠⅩ· ───────

"How come you're here?” Hoseok tried to get up but his friend shook his head, indicating that it
was unnecessary. "It's so late."

"I barely came around this week so I decided to stop by at least today." Jimin didn't take off his coat
but sat down. Yoongi eyed him from his corner, legs crossed, taking a small part of the space. "I
brought you this," murmured the omega and placed the small box with several pieces of cake on the
table next to the bed. Putting the decorated cardboard on the nightstand sparked the picture of a
depressed Daehyun that could barely speak without dodging his eyes. The tightness in his chest
was lifted the instant he looked at his friend. The day didn't need to get cloudier. "It's your
favorite." He forced a smile.

"Thank you for this," the beta said and squeezed his hand with a warm smile. "So you’ve been out
today…"

"Ah, yes..." Jimin cast a brief look man at the corner. Yoongi caught up on his gaze and stood up.

"I'll leave you two alone," he announced and adjusted his polished fit before withdrawing from the
room. The density of his empty scent lingered after his leave. Jimin slumped his shoulders against
the wall once the door clicked back onto the wall. That didn’t sink the murmur of nurses crossing
the hallway while their muffled voices rattled busily.

The room's windows overlooked a sprawling garden that extended beneath all the first-floor
sections. With the punishing winter there was little hope of reviving the flowers, which Jimin saw
wither closer to death than life with each visit. The blizzard that had been battering various parts of
the country for weeks had been merciless to the plants. The damp, icy puddles soaking the ground
heralded the long welcome of an autumn whose end never seemed to come. It felt long and eternal,
like the long walls of the building he constantly came to. He was sick of this place, of the haggard
white of the enclosed space, the disinfecting smell of the air trapped between the patients —loud
coughing, children, old people, people dressed in blue, or tired eyes that seemed to be a reflection
of Jimin's.

"What's wrong?" Hobi didn't relinquish on his hold, cozy. The human warmth in them assured
Jimin that he wasn't alone. That reminder invited him to dissolve in tears. Nothing went his way,
and ever so often he felt bad for thinking that way. Others had worse lives; much more unfortunate
fates. He knew he didn't deserve to tear up over this, that maybe his problems didn't have the same
weight as others, but Jimin —Jimin was so tired.

"Mom came with me today to buy my outfit for the dinner," he explained and took a deep breath to
pretend to carry the calmness he lacked.

His friend quickly noticed the depressed tone in his voice. He rolled his eyes and dragged his hand
down the omega's arm. "She did her thing, didn't she?" Jimin had already told him about the
surprise visit. More bad news.

His front teeth sank into the inside of his bottom lip; its edge threatened to cut into the wet flesh.
His watery eyes refused to let him vent. Jimin had no idea when he developed such a reluctance to
open up. "Yeah," he said in a whisper as thin as a thread. Hobi brought him closer and Jimin
resisted the embrace. He had to leave anyways. "Kept degrading me for every damn thing I did," he
continued.

He wished he didn't care about his mother's opinion. It wasn't a fact of seeing himself in the mirror
as something he was not. Jimin hated more the fact of how fragile and fake her love was. He
questioned whether what she witnessed would keep her around once it was over: the painful truth.
Jimin had come to realise over the years was that she didn't love him for who he was. She didn't
love her son the way he hoped she did. If that had been the case, he wouldn't be ignoring her calls
with silly excuses. He wouldn't be anxious to see her name or his father's name on the screen. He
wouldn't talk to her in dry, curt words. He wouldn’t have avoided her all this time. He wouldn't
have sought other strangers’ love because he didn't find it in his mother's arms. Jimin would gladly
accept her kisses and hugs, but what good was that weight on his skin if it was conditioned by
constraints he didn't want?
“I already told you,” Hobi stroked Jimin’s cold face once he noticed his friend refused to get closer
and hug him. He remained tense in the chair next to the bed, looking like death warmed up while
staring at the embroidery on the mattress just to not meet his friend's eyes. “That woman is also
brainwashed. She's doing what she thinks is the best for you—

"She doesn't love me, Hobi." Jimin loosened from his hold. "She doesn't love the real me." He
made a painful effort to drown out the bitterness in his voice, and the crystal shine of tears begging
to come out. “I can't believe I forgot,” he forced a laugh then scratched the back of his neck
uncomfortably at the crippling heat peeking out from under the collar of his hoodie. “Just a month
far from her and I forget the bullshit she’s put me through.”

“You don't have to listen to her,” the beta interjected, “she won't change overnight. Just focus on
yourself Jimin, at least until you're free from them."

From them.

Jimin clutched his hands and slid them between his thighs. His slumped-shouldered composure
slipped a few strands over his forehead. He breathed in silence the purified air of the hospital. Like
the pressing of a magical button, he pretended to redo his memories; delete every little comment to
his person that had unbalanced him off his tracks. “There’ll be no freedom for me,” he admitted at
the end. "There's nothing for me in this world." The omega darted up from the pathetic scrunch in
the chair. The marks on his friend’s face were barely noticeable, but Jimin could see them as fresh
as the first day, which, unfortunately, he had never witnessed. “Neither my wealth nor my rights."

"Jimin... Don't say that."

“I don't know if you remember back in high school how I told you that I had hoped my parents
would be less strict once I was 18 years old. I was positive at that time,” and so childish, “Thought
they were my safe place, and if I ever received a hard hit from outside, I could always count on
them to understand me.” Jimin fiddled with the ring on his finger. He nudged the cylinder with his
fingernail, and it slid to the right under the thrust. “I was so optimistic. No matter how much my
mother was always pressing me, I convinced myself she had good intentions.” The spinning ring
slowed down when the omega grabbed it. “I guess I was still daydreaming at that time… I'll never
be free from them,” he uttered in a string so wispy Hobi was within a hair’s breadth of being unable
to hear him. The beta parted his lips in an attempt to interrupt, but the omega was quicker, “and
you know that.”

"Once you're done with college you'll be able to do whatever you want," Hobi assured him with a
faint smile. He lacked energy in his soothing words because he, too, did not believe that nonsense.
“Have your own job, your own place… that kind of stuff.”

“That’s quite optimistic,” scorned the blond. “Ninety percent of omega preys don't get accepted in
most jobs, even if they have a higher file than the average alpha.” He had read about it in a study
focused on global statistics. Some blogs, as rare as they were, tried to show the reality of the
situation without sugar-coating it. Jimin had stayed thousands of times reading the screen with
more desire to jump out the window than to go to sleep.

“You come from a rich family. Your name will help.” Jimin denied. That wasn't the issue. It was, to
a certain point, but not the main point. However, the mocking truth was that his parents were not
going to pretend that he didn’t exist as soon as he graduated —if he ever graduated— and Jimin
knew by heart that the next thing would be to be dragged by his mother to be a stay-at-home omega
until they found a good alpha for him. His grades weren't for his success, they were to show he was
smart enough —for what… have kids?

“I have nothing on my name. I've never worked. I don't own shit my parents haven't handed me,”
he said, a sigh deflating his lungs, “My rank makes me the lowest human being out there. Not even
the fucking police take me seriously, or my own teachers. You just keep speaking from a privileged
position and saying everything will be alright.” His friend belted up. “I just want people to take me
seriously Hobi. I could live much better if I wasn't looked down at even by my mother. Or my
grandmother, or my aunt, or… or…” The weight in his chest was choking his words. Jimin sniffed
the wet snot about to run down his nose. "I don't want the future that awaits me."

The two fell silent, and as that happened the beta let his gaze fall on the fidgeting his friend was
distracting himself with. He wished he could do something, anything, but he was just as helpless.
“It’s getting late…” Jimin whispered to himself when he spotted the setting sun through the
window behind them. The chair's legs dragged on the ground, and he rearranged his clothes over
his shoulders next to his bag. "I just needed to rant, sorry..."

"No no, don’t be sorry." The beta waved in denial, brushing off that unnecessary apology. "I'm not
some stranger, I'm your closest friend."

The corners of his cheek lifted, and he forced a smile. This was awful. It felt like shit staring into
someone who couldn't fully catch what was going through his mind. And Jimin felt even worse
knowing those were his thoughts while his friend tried his best to understand him.

Hobi attempted to get up, but the omega softly pushed him back to the bed, telling him there was
no need to send him off. Jimin tucked his long locks beneath the cap of his hoodie. The cold was
still clinging to his fingertips, leaving pink blotches on them.

He pushed the door carefully. It was already late and many of the patients hidden behind every door
through the corridor lay asleep. He still needed to call a taxi or, if he was fast enough, catch a bus.
Jimin was in no mood to move. The afternoon with his mother had drained every last bit of life
from him; an open tap that had been dripping to its last drop on its journey from the city center to
the hospital gates. By now the sad traces of his footsteps had been covered by the leaves and the
cold rain that came from time to time; covered and hidden beneath a surface, just like Jimin's
feelings in the full jar that he ignored for the sake of not breaking down but whose glass was
gradually getting thinner, so much so that it—

"Jimin," blurted Hobi in an effective try to stop him from leaving. The omega turned to his friend.
His mind was back to the white canvas he was terrified to paint.

"Mm?" He sounded more jarred than he meant to.

Hobi looked at the pallor in his countenance. The Jimin from the summer had a brighter shine in
those brown eyes. A faint darkness hid over his eyebags. "I love you."

For some reason, it didn't reach him. But Jimin pretended he could feel the message get through his
chest. "I know you do," the omega murmured with a smile. "I love you too."

Click. The metal bar went through and the door was closed.

Jimin left. He walked down the long passageway, his gaze fixed on the windows lined up along the
corridor, which provided a dim melancholic light with a bluish and depressing tone. Fewer people
were filling the place today.

How many times had he come here already?

His feet abruptly came to a halt. Jimin stared at the tiles on the floor. His dull face stared back, just
as tired. His eyes trailed to the far distance of the other corridor. There was an uncomfortable bug
under his clothes that, no matter how many times he showered and changed his clothes, Jimin could
feel it like a lump under his skin. Something kept bothering him, deeper in his consciousness than
he wished.

"Why does he still come back here?" Jimin had asked his friend one day, watching Yoongi leave as
soon as the omega came. His friend always had an answer ready at the tip of his tongue when it
came to that man.

"We kinda got close.”

Close. He had found him next to his club, almost dying. Hobi was weird, but not that weird.

That part still hadn't quite soaked into the omega's mind. The wounds in Hobi's body looked
targeted... was that the right word? Jimin didn't know how to define it, but he knew what he meant.
He just didn’t want to say it. Neither in his mind nor on his lips. His friend would never lie to him
over such a serious thing.

All this time he had been going back and forth around this place, and not once, not once had he and
Yoongi crossed paths. Jimin had been here morning, noon, evening, night even.

His friend was the type who would even tell him how he had taken a shit. The more serious the
case, the more Hobi exaggerated —so it was such a surprise to know this whole time his friend had
been run over and no one, not even his parents, had told him anything.

The omega stopped at the shadow behind the gates. As he turned the doorknob, nodding his head to
the staff that paced the place in silence, such was his surprise to see the alpha leaning against one of
the columns. "Hey," said Yoongi with that grace only he carried.

The memory of that time flashed through the omega's mind. Jungkook had waited for him in front
of the car after being gone for two days —back from murdering Minrae. The omega remembered
when he was pushed into a warm hug, and Jungkook unconsciously encased him inside his wide
and warm coat. "Come here, get in the car before you freeze" he had said, sounding almost satisfied
at the sight of Jimin letting him wrap his hands around him.

Jimin pursed his lips bitterly. Shit. This felt worse than he had expected. He pushed the thought
aside and went downstairs.
"You look sad today," Yoongi pointed out. "Rough day?"

The omega locked his gaze on him, leaving the question floating somewhere in the cold. The only
light allowing him some enhancement in his sight was the flickering streetlight in front of the road.
However, he needed little to notice Yoongi's presence. His silver hair glistened on its own, tinkling
an invisible glitter between the side-combed strands. He always appeared elegant and wore far too
many suits. Many. Jimin made an effort of dismissing the thought of a certain alpha that had the
same obsession with looking polished.

"Yeah," replied, to his own surprise, the omega. "This week keeps getting worse."

The alpha took in the words with an mm. "It's almost over now, though." His mouth curled in a
smile Jimin observed carefully. Hobi had told him the man was a snake; he did resemble one, albeit
much brighter than Jungkook. "You have this weekend to wipe the slate clean. Start a fresh
Monday."

"That's all?" Jimin was expecting more. "Pep talks aren't your thing, huh."

"Not really," Yoongi admitted with another lazy chuckle and pushed himself off the column. "But I
can do something else for you," he said shoving his hands into his trousers pockets. The alpha
glanced at the road. "I'm heading to the city. Want a lift?"

"I was going to call a cab..." Jimin hadn’t expected another attempt to take the offer.

Yoongi approached him just enough to not make the omega flinch. Keeping his distance but
maintaining a closeness in the air. "I'll be that cab today, then."
 ─────── ·ⅩⅠⅩ· ───────

Jungkook swept the doors open. His hands had some dampness left from the shower he had taken
in the facility. His slippers against the floor were the only thread of sound tearing the hush of the
night. At this hour, the building was deserted. Most of his teammates had left after the match.
Jungkook needed to get back in shape, so he spent the rest of the afternoon in the gym. It had not
been as satisfying as he had anticipated. His conversation with Hyunsik still lingered from time to
time when he lifted the weights from the bar that held them.

The chilly, humid frigid air tickled his messy hair, still-wet bangs ruffled slightly in the soft wind
that moved the tree canopies, or what was left of them. His sneakers made a squeak that was stifled
once he exited the gym. His basketball clothes were kept in the locker this time. Jungkook had
brought a hoodie in case it got cooler but he didn't feel the nippy atmosphere reach him under the
wide T-shirt he wore. The fabric was now looser. He'd lost a few pounds so the alpha had promised
himself to get back to his usual routine of prepped meals and hard physical sessions.
Jungkook took a strong swig from the water bottle and crushed it with his fist once emptied. The
plastic scrap tripped down to the trash can. He cast a glance behind him at the building housing the
alpha dorms. Most of the rooms were lit. The last meal of the day was approaching, but he wasn't
keen on dining with them tonight. Taehyung kept asking him every two seconds to the point being
near him was a forced chance of having the lamp of an interrogation scene over his head.

It felt like returning to the routine during the early couple of weeks. Jungkook had quickly adapted
to the system into which they were all conditioned. He'd been eyeing some omegas since the first
day and had brought them with him while hunting the blond. Even at the welcome party he had
ended up splitting some pussy with the alcohol clouding his senses.

It was only natural for Hyunsik to inquire as to why he wasn't doing his thing. Jungkook had had
threesomes in his dorm. He had fucked half a class, older than him even, in less than a month. And
now he expected anyone to believe he hadn't wetted his dick in his most depraved state? That
sounded like bullshit even to him.

The soft wind threatened to blow away the cigarette incinerating between his fingers. Jungkook
inhaled the sour heat. The torching flame glowed in its blaze, and he let the steam into his lungs,
delighted. After a long workout, smoking tasted like glory. His arms were sore from the heavy reps
he'd done to burn off his frustration, but he still had enough energy to connect the nicotine to his
lips.

A hand slid out his phone. His head refused to propel him out of his posture. He'd rather be here,
leaning against the gym's entrance, smoking his fifth cigarette of the day. Arguably the last. His
father had sent him a few messages. His father had sent him some messages. Jungkook paused over
the one from Haneul.

Hey... just wanted to...

The alpha swept the bubble to the side and switched off the device. He couldn't care less about
what that annoying omega had to say, too knackered to put on the act for the guy. Jungkook inhaled
another puff. When a light flickered, his attention was drawn to the flat a few feet away; the closest
to the one where the daily lectures were held. The alpha and omega dorms were equally lively. It
had more lights turned off, but you could still hear laughter and voices from the lower windows.

Right. Jungkook didn't know which room Jimin had been transferred to.

If he had been relocated the likelihood of it being on the first-year floor was slim. He had no way of
finding that out without seeing his ID card or asking the principal. That would be too obvious,
Jungkook thought. He had a string of misdemeanors that kept exposing him to being seen as more
interested in the omega prey than he should be. The lab incident had spread from mouth to mouth,
and Jungkook now had an itch in his arse that was reignited with every comment laced with puns.

"You gonna let an omega disrespect you like that?"

The alpha snorted. He had been stunned by the question. The ball had almost ended up on the
alpha's cheek if Jungkook hadn't switched off that anger of his that activated whenever
underestimated by another alpha.

His thoughts came to a halt in the black tide of his mind. The squeal of wheels in the distance jolted
him alert. The cigarette promised to slip from his fingers as a blond head emerged from the black
car in front of the university gate.

It was easy to see even with only the light from the lamp posts illuminating the path and the long
distance between his position and the university entrance. Jungkook's pupils widened, his animal
senses zooming on the noise. His nose shrank back, trying to take in the fresh air. Alpha. He could
sense an alpha and— His senses were cut off by invisible scissors that forged as his vision landed
on the omega that had avoided him these days.
Jimin was getting out of an alpha's car.

Jungkook sucked in the air but his lungs had deflated seconds ago, unable to sense the lack of
oxygen as the vein in his neck swelled. Who the fuck was driving Jimin at this hour? The cig fell to
the ground. Without a single second thought, he strolled angrily to the omega who was now saying
goodbye to whoever the bastard in the car was. That wasn't a taxi. The car appeared to be far too
expensive and the windows were tinted. His skin vibrated with the deemed danger in the presence
next to Jimin. A predator, there was no doubt. Jungkook couldn't recognize the scent from where he
was, too far from the gates.

The omega smiled and a masculine voice replied back —what?

“Jimin” Jungkook muttered through his teeth as he charged towards the walking guy who had still
not noticed his presence in the dark. "Jimin!" The blond flinched at the rising voice screeching
from the other side of the campus. He had just reached the omega dorm and Jungkook had already
closed the distance. The alpha's feet barely touched the ground before he landed another one to a
further step.

Before the prey could even take a step back he was snatched by the arm. "Who the fuck was that?"
The omega sighed, arrogant, pretending not to be confused. “An alpha predator? At this hour?”
Jungkook jammed his fingers against the thinner bicep, yet the guy remained calm.

Apart from Kai, he couldn't smell anything in him, but that useless fuck didn't even have a driver's
license and could only work with that loser bike he carried everywhere. Jungkook was considering
skinning him alive just to get rid of the stench of wet dog. “None of your business,” the omega
responded after the pause and pushed the rough fingers off his limb. The disgusted reaction on his
face sent Jungkook into a turmoil of wrath.
“He even takes you to the entrance. Such a sweetheart…" he compelled in disdain. "Another one
of the stray dogs you keep collecting?"

Jimin grinned. Fucking grinned. “My new boyfriend, actually—

Jungkook flew off the handle at the first word. He was already foaming at the mouth. It took so
little to rile him up over the bare minimum. The alpha grabbed his cheeks between his fingers and
yanked the blond's face to his. The veins bulging from beneath the skin covering his forehead
swelled almost to bursting. He was seeing red at this rate. Got ignored the whole week and now
this? “There will be no boyfriend for you as long as I live,” he threatened venomously, a wave of
pipping hot rage lava spreading over his chest at the mere possibility.

"I'll make sure you live through that," whispered the omega back. The wind outside watered his
eyes, but he refused to blink, clashing against the predator holding him hostage between his hands.

The boldness in his voice carried an honest and clear intention. In another context Jungkook would
have taken the rein as a mere challenge, but something about Jimin felt distant, far from him. He
had detached a piece in himself Jungkook couldn't reach to hold in place. It slipped from his fingers
with the same resilience with which it tore off the alpha's chest. "Don't test me more than this or—

"Or what?" Jimin wondered out loud. He hid a triumphant grin between his lips. He was enjoying
this. That sweet face had twisted into a success to see the alpha riled up. "Are you going to kidnap
me again?"

The mischievous gleam filled with hatred tore deep inside him. His fingers squeezed the soft flesh,
feeling beneath it the muscle hidden between the layers. His nails were clipped, but the crescent
moon of the cut was marked in the fat under his fingers. Jimin did not lower his gaze. His brown
eyes lacked lustre, and the little light from the lamp did not save the chocolate surrounding the
pupil from hiding in its lack. The alpha hovered over his body. He knew the bricks behind the
omega were digging into his flesh. His last words wouldn't let him stop. The omega's phone
vibrated in the middle of the poisonous silence that Jungkook clenched in his force, almost on the
verge of cracking the small face between his hands.

He didn't yet understand how dangerous testing Jungkook was. But he did, didn't he? He knew that
Jungkook was incapable of poisoning him. He knew of that time the alpha admitted to hating to see
him in pain. He had what others didn't have on his side. And he was using it against him.

The omega ran his free hand down his body until he found the source of the sound. His fingers
pressed one of the buttons on either side of it. It cut every bit of melody that remained. "It hurts,"
gasped Jimin suddenly. Guilt bit into his soul at that moment. The whisper instantly undid the
alpha's fingers on his cheek. Jungkook clenched his jaw, quickly regretting the force he had
applied. He was about to brush the blond's face to check if he had left any marks; that action
taunted him.

The lie was revealed before his eyes within seconds. Jimin was lying. The alpha was deceived
when, as soon as his fingers slipped off the face hidden in the darkness, the omega dashed to the
door.

Jimin quickly slipped into the building and the alpha, furious, sprang after him. The door was shut
in his face before he could put a foot into the omega entrance. The blond smashed the door close
and locked it. The sound of the lock clicking had Jungkook with a tight fist ready to smash the
place down. "Open the fucking door Jimin," he said knocking on the metal surface over and over
again. The jolting shocked the door off the edge. Fury crisped his ears. "Open the door."

"Give it up already, and leave me the fuck alone," he heard from the other side. Despite his harsh
words his tone bled in pain. His mind was filled to the brim with an anguished hatred that Jungkook
didn't understand.
"That's never going to happen. You're going to live with the curse of having me behind you for the
rest of your life."

"Can't lose your favourite toy, right?" Jimin forced in a painful laugh. "I wish you knew how much
I regret ever letting you inside me. I feel disgusted just with the reminder."

The alpha refused to admit to himself that those words felt like poison against himself. He
remembered those times candidly, as if they were his first nights. Hearing the omega despise the
mere thought of touching him turned his stomach with rage. "You still enjoyed it as much as I did,"
Jungkook assured, but it felt like convincing himself. "You can't erase the past. That will stay with
you and me for the rest of your life, Jimin." But it was of little use if the omega was disgusted with
the thought. "All those occasions were and will remain special to me."

"I don't care. Drop the act," the omega snorted.

“Just tell me what’s wrong.” The alpha let his palm slide over the door. His fingers grated on the
cold metal. Jimin didn't reply. "What do I have to do to make you understand you're different for
me?" Jungkook dropped his head back against the door. “Don't just avoid me like that. Come and
talk to me.”

“You…” Jimin pushed through his teeth. The alpha could see imagine that jaw clenched between
the weight of his words, each one piercing the thick door that his alpha was begging him to destroy
and throw aside to appease the bunny and take him with him. "You have a fiancé."

Jungkook blinked slowly. His lashes brushed against his cheek before his eyes rose from the ground
to the opaque material in which he could only feel the heat of Jimin's form through it. "What." No.
No way. Jimin didn't know about that. He had no way to know about that. Where the fuck had he—
The alpha's mind clicked. Shit.

“You think you're slick with the fake surprise. This whole time you had an omega engaged with
you while you slept around not only with me but,” Jimin stammered behind the door but the alpha
was too entranced, taken aback by the sudden revelation, that he was left speechless for a few
seconds. Nothing but warm breath floated between his teeth as he parted his lips. “…with
everyone. I can't believe—

Huh.

Jungkook slammed the door in a rage. “There's no fucking fiancée. Have you lost your goddamn
mind? I'm the heir. I don't get forced around to marry someone I don't want—

“But you—

“I'm not engaged,” Jungkook said in a low, anxious grunt. “I'm not fucking engaged, and this is the
last time I'll say this. All this shit over what you heard in the lab?” He had been too distracted by
the sight of Jimin to notice he could hear that annoying question. “Do you really think I'm trying to
make a harem? I'd sacrifice every single omega in the world just to have you and you think I would
fucking engage myself with someone else?” The alpha shook the door in rage. How could he even
think someone else would take his place? Jungkook with Haneul? That sounded like a fucking joke
and they would have to cut off his legs to let that happen. Not when he had consciousness. Not
when Jimin existed and breathed on the same planet as him. The only person who would have
Jungkook tied up for the rest of his life would be the stubborn omega that hated his guts. The alpha
swallowed air through his flaring nostrils. He was losing his composure. “Just open the door, Jimin.
We'll talk about it and I'll listen. I'll let you hit me all you want, too. But don't put something
between me you,” he ripped from his voice, his knuckles stretching to an enraged white with the
reminder that he couldn't fix this that easily, that he couldn't… “It drives me crazy.” If his fingers
couldn't reassure the omega behind the barrier between them, he could do nothing. His fingers
collided with the surface, stubborn to not touch him.

“You're really good at acting,” the omega murmured with a laugh. A painful one, Jungkook could
tell. “Open the door for what? To eat your lies and pretend I'm a dumb bunny that will gladly go
back to that apartment of yours to play doll-house?” Jimin swallowed, catching on his trembling
breath. “Forget the engagement. I couldn't care less. You should, Jungkook thought. Let's talk about
the big piece of shit you are. The amount of shit you've pushed me through and still have the hard
face of coming here and throwing your whipped-alpha speech where I'm supposed to pretend you
never did what you did.” He was seething with fury. “I rather kill myself than get engaged with
you, by the way. At least death seems more peaceful than the pain you'll pour on me like you've
done in that stupid forest, in that pool, and when you poisoned me to punish me for mistakes you
needed to create to control my life.” His hiccups between whispers threatened to jump out of the
darkness on the other side. The low tone on his lips was fighting not to speed up and stumble. “And
that last night in your rut… You're so evil Jungkook. A monster.”

The alpha bit his tongue. This fucking headache. “I know the shit I did at the start wasn't the
nicest,” Jungkook gasped in frustration. It shamed him to share even the most basic decency,
wording his thoughts in such a way, giving them a shape in reality. “I started this… the wrong
way.” His ears burned with each word he mouthed in a low voice as if he did not want to hear
himself snitching on his feelings. "I can't take seeing you sad, hurt, or disappointed in me." His
nails dug into the heart of his palm. Jungkook inhaled his pride aside. “But I promised I'd never
hurt you again after that night. I meant it Jimin.”

The knob was shaking. He was frustrated. His fingers remained over the surface. If only he knew
the door would've easily flown out the way if the alpha intended to do so. But this was the first time
they exchanged words for more than two minutes without the omega running away and shutting
him down. Jungkook had to forget the need to force himself back in —but it was so hard. "Why did
you do that to me then!?" Jimin barked from the other side.

Do what? Jungkook stared at the door as if Jimin's silhouette behind it was clear. He could feel the
heat from here. His harsh breath. His expression opaqued with a revulsion for something Jungkook
couldn't figure out. Even if he delved into the omega's mind he couldn't find the problem. Jimin
kept replaying the last night they saw each other over and over again. What did that even mean,
Jungkook had no idea.
 He supposed that Jimin meant that he had forced himself on him. "I shouldn't have done that."
Saying that stung his tongue. “I was… desperate.” Desperate to have him.

His words only managed to rather get Jimin hot under the collar. "Fuck you."

Jungkook, confused, loomed at the entrance, listening to the omega leaving. Jimin's footsteps
walking away left a blank space in his mind.

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The guy had to know he had a public audience. There was no way.

Jungkook was such a slut, god.

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The rain had not fallen yet but promised to do so with the cumulus clouds high over their heads.
The gloomy afternoon ended with a forlorn dark prussian blue sky that took over its vast space,
gifting a crowning glow of prominence to a moon that sometimes hid shyly behind the daubed icy
clouds.
A speck on the road could be seen from above the car, as small as a tiny dot of cold dust floating in
the closed vehicle's air. A haze of humidity hung in the air, implying a rain that was already on its
way. The car sped along a/ winding road that trimmed through a wooded area embroidering the
trip from the hospital to the university. While the dreary day fell between small steps that took it to
the cliff where the sun had fell, the trees seemed to grow taller, to come to life from the shadow
beneath their feet blown by the moon high over their leaves. It was eerie in a sense. Although the
road differed from the one the bus took, Jimin was relieved to recognize it from his past taxi rides.

The foliage became denser with time while whispers of leaves and the hooting of owls in the
distance added to the serene setting. The headlights of the car sliced through the dark road,
bringing sight to the damp path ahead. It was mainly dark in there, with only the moonlight
piercing through the canopy, creating beams of light that danced on the ground.

With the passing of the potholes his body shook slightly. The reticence between him and the alpha
was evident, cracked just by the hum of the engine accompanied by the noise of the tires on the
road. Sometimes Yoongi hummed with the car. That didn’t distract Jimin from watching the passing
road, tense. It felt like they were going slow, yet watching the window, the earth formed a moving
line that blurred horizontally, reassuring the omega that they were, indeed, moving fast. The bag in
his hands was crumpled. He clutched at it with the same wrinkles choking his fist. The omega was
on alert. He felt cornered.

But there was no danger on sight.

"You keep coming to the hospital everyday, but I've never seen you this whole time."

Yoongi remained quiet for a few seconds, causing the omega to move to look at him. The man was
about the same height as Jimin. He was paler compared to the bunny’s much more tanned skin. His
facial structure's bones were shaded under his skin in gentle brush strokes, providing him a vicious
appearance.
"I saw Jungkook there." His response took some time to come out. Despite that, it didn't feel
contrived. "We're not on good terms. I can't be seen near you. He must not be very fond of you
around other alphas... so I think you can tell by yourself how inconvenient it would be to make
myself obvious around you."

Keep it a secret, was what he tried to say. Jimin hadn't planned to open his mouth anyways.

He could understand up to that point. However, there wasn't enough thread to close the gaps in the
story he was being told.

Yoongi had warned him of his strained relationship with Jungkook. He'd hinted at how badly he'd
been treated by him, which made Hobi sad. Jimin wanted to believe it because, why wouldn't he?
Jungkook posed a threat to anyone who did not submit to him. He kept proving everyone's point
with his psychotic behaviour.

But still, he... "You said he betrayed you. I do believe that, but i'm still not sure if I understand why
you two know each other."

"Our families used to share goods. Back in the day , my family and theirs had made a pact to
support each other." Jimin watched him explain, absorbing the new information as the man drove
them to the university. "Let's just call it a snake alliance."

"You're a snake too..." So far every snake he had met was horrible. Jungkook and Minsu were his
only examples but Jimin had no doubt the rest of their breed were just as bad.
Yoongi nodded, like he had accepted the forced revelation of a secret he had planned to keep
hidden. "Not the same kind, but I guess we are all the same for a prey." The alpha glanced at him.
"But I don't poison bunnies."

Jimin was hesitant to respond to the remark. Hoseok had told the man everything, which irritated
the omega for some reason. It was his story, his life. He was capable of telling the truth by himself.
The omega pushed the irritated trace of a thought away as he remembered his friend was in a bed,
still recovering.

"Why did that alliance break?"

"Mmm..." The alpha pressed the throttle, and the landscape became a mere sigh of colours
flickering in the same rhythm as his eyelids droop and rise . "It's a long story that I'd like to leave
for another day," his crystal clear eyes drilled into his soul, "we still have a coffee left, after all."

"Do we?" Jimin arched an eyebrow. He couldn’t recall promising that.

"Gas for this trip. It's a fair price." So that was his plan.

“You invited me.”

“And I’m inviting you again, using this as my excuse.” Yoongi chuckled. It sounded so out of
character. Either Jimin was too untrusting, or the man had a weird laugh. “Accept it for the sake of
my bold pride.”
“I will if you tell me more about Jungkook,” the omega retorted. “Before this ride ends,” finished
before glancing back at the road.

"Fair," Yoongi agreed in surrender. "What would you like to know?"

Jimin shuffled what he could find out about this person he had met weeks ago. The persona he'd
never seen before, a guy so difficult to handle that he felt like a kid at times, a try-hard at others, or
a shell layered by another. He hated his existence, but that didn't take any weight from the enigma
that was the Jungkook.

"Was he always like this?" The alpha seemed confused by his question. Jimin proceeded to explain
himself. "This horrible. I've seen him do things that... someone his age shouldn't do."

"Like what? Murder?" Yoongi seemed to scoff at the question. "Just because we live in a modern
age doesn't take away the jungle rules from our shoulders." Jimin knew that too well. “The nature
of this hierarchy opposes over the norms of a human coexistence. We don’t move by packs anymore,
there’s no head alpha and rogues but our biology can’t be denied."

"I’m aware that those rules will always be there.” Jimin sighed between his words, "still… what
separates us from a feral animal is that abusive behaviour, the killing for the sake of killing,
eliminating for the fun of doing it."

"And you turned a blind eye to that", he could imagine Jungkook responding back to the
accusation. Jimin scratched his nape. Skin was dragged under his fingers as he ran his hand down
the curve of the muscle cylinder by which the choker he wore hung. He would focus on his fake
morality another day. Jimin just needed a reason for Jungkook's behaviour, an insight into that
deep sea that made up his way of being, how his brain worked. That sea’s water was black and
foamy, with raging waves tossing in an icy tide. To plummet was to be drowned, stoned by the
density of the liquid body that enveloped him. Jimin just wanted to know what had made the water
so cold. What force was making the waves so angry, to the point where calmness was a stranger to
them.

“You live in a high-society circle, Jimin,” Yoongi said, “as long as you have social class and
money you can get away with anything.” Unless you were a prey… and an omega. “Back at your
previous question,” the omega stared, ready to listen. "He was less feisty." Jungkook had shown
that side before. "More pliant." Yoongi continued after sensing the lack of response. "But just as
insane as now."

On the tip of his tongue tingled the question, or rather, the questions that Jimin couldn't keep to
himself. If that key word hinted anything, then that meant Jungkook's behaviour carried more
baggage than what Jimin had witnessed. Who was Eunwoo? Was that guy at the club Jungkook's
first murder? What had he meant that day he admitted knowing Jimin before the first day at the
university? Why did he lie to Jimin and make him see Haneul that night? What else was he hiding
from him? Was it true the rumour that he was engaged-

"We've arrived," Yoongi sliced the bubble of bombarding questions with his cutting voice. His fangs
gleamed in the darkness of the car, greeting Jimin's gaze against the backlight of the window. "I
can always make this ride longer if you don't feel like going back there," he backed up with a soft
laugh that scratched his chest.

Jimin blinked. The dim light from the corner didn't help clear his vision. Then he nodded, dubious,
and repositioned his headphones.

"I want to know more." The omega put one of the ear cushion aside after he stepped outside the
vehicle. “So let me know when we can have that coffee you wanted.”
Yoongi’s eyes shone at the reminder. “Of course.”

“In a public place.” Jimin added.

His honeyed voice dropped to a whisper. “Your friend will be aware of our meeting, don’t worry.”

And after that, Jimin ended up even more confused. Jungkook had lashed out at him as soon as he
arrived at the university. His heart had pounded in horror with the fear that he had seen Yoongi. But
he had no trace of him on his skin, and the fury of the alpha rushing at him like a bull seeing red
put his mind in a flight or fight for survival. It had been either running away or face him and listen
to his stupid explanations.

He let his head rest on the edge of the sofa and turned to the alpha beside him, watching his friend
eat as he watched a tv show on the screen meters away from him. His hair slid over his forehead
several millimetres to the left until it slid into the furrow towards his ear. He left his knee drawn up
to his chest. The sound of chewing beside him mesmerized him somehow. Jimin struggled to keep
his attention from slipping away.

I was desperate.

So he had been desperate enough to fuck anyone on his way. Jimin was choosing to listen to him
for entertainment at this point. That poor excuse made him capable of acting all high and confident
somewhere in his sick head. When it came to having zero morals, no alpha proved him wrong.
What was amusing was that an omega doing that would have resulted in a much worse outcome.
"What happened to your neck?" Jimin's attention was drawn to the small spot protruding from the
boy's neck. It was cold outside, but Kai was the type who always wore only a sweater - probably
because werewolves have a higher body temperature.

Lines of aquarelle green subdued the colour of his skin to a sickly hue that peeked out from Kai's
long collar, which pulled Jimin's interest.

Kai averted his gaze with an uneasy wince. His jumper's collar was too low to disguise the traces of
what was spreading across his epidermis. The pain became more intense from time to time, and the
alpha, unable to hide his emotions, had to conceal his complaints with a sigh.

"Nothing, just-" The omega's hand shot towards him before he could dodge it. Jimin managed to
grab the rim and yanked the cloth down. The alpha's neck flashed naked in front of his eyes, and
they widened in surprise as they noticed the greenish stain on them.

It was huge. As big as someone's hand he knew quite well. "What the fuck is this?!” Jimin was
taken aback. He delved into Kai's nervous expression, expecting an explanation as his hand touched
the venom now dormant on the boy's skin. Seeing those spots reminded him of the pain still
registered on his skin from all the times he had to cling to his pillow, due to the heavy punishment
of the venom eating at his skin.

Jimin had experienced it even on his dick.

The venom Jungkook carried caused a degree of unfathomable pain, hard to articulate with words.
It scalded the skin down to the nerves, it electrocuted the victim with agonizing pangs that pierced
through every layer of skin, all the way to the soul. The worst part? Jungkook was in control of it.
The poison flared on and off at his will.
Kai cast an uneasy sidelong glance. Jimin squeezed the back of his neck, still waiting for an
answer.

"Listen..."

Jimin considered it. Kai was despised by the guy. He resented him since predator was smitten with
the omega. "Why?" He was well aware that Jungkook had him blacklisted simply because Kai
could be by his side while he couldn't. "What happened?" He attempted to soften his tone. The
throbbing sensation caused him to flinch when the omega's hand touched his neck. Jimin drew his
hand back to his lap.The alpha was clearly in pain.

"I just..." After adjusting his clothes, Kai placed the salad in his hands on the table. Chunks of
chicken were mixed with various sizes of lettuce and dipped in a white sauce that Jimin guessed
was Caesar salad dressing. They had decided to eat in the omega dorm today. Kai had packed a
salad from the cafeteria. Jimin, on the other hand, had brought a water bottle with him. He wasn't
hungry. His stomach was clenched in a fist. It had been a stressful morning with awkward glances
and a piece of gum in his mouth that had melted hours ago. He still had the bitter texture of the
grey, supposedly mint-flavoured dough in his mouth. Jimin had to eat, but there was so much going
on in his head that the need for nourishment had been silenced by the rest of his concerns.

“Speak up.” Jimin jumped off the couch and swept to the side, ready to dash to wherever Jungkook
was at the time. Most likely in the alpha dorm. He would give him a piece of his mind. “That
fucker thinks he can just do whatever he—

Kai gasped in horror. "No no no!" His hand yanked the omega back on the couch. The werewolf
strength had surfaced out of nowhere. "It was my fault!" He broke out in a cold sweat at the mere
possibility of calling out Jungkook on his actions. "I started it. I said some stuff and provoked him,"
He swallowed, horrified. “It was my fault.”
Jimin rolled his eyes. He was so… weak, at times. "In what world is Jungkook the victim?"

“I got in his way, okay? It wasn't the best idea. Even Min-hyuk warned me not to do that again.”

His hand was wrapped lightly around the omega's arm, sliding down the length to his wrist. The
alpha’s smooth fingers held him closer, still sitting on the couch, eyes silently pleading like a puppy
asking for food.

"What did you tell him?" Jungkook snapping at him would've landed Kai in the hospital or maybe
even killed him altogether. Yet the alpha had only the marks of the venom decorating his neck,
nothing else.

“I know he cares about you.”

He doesn't, Jimin gritted between his thoughts. “So? What does that have to do with your neck?”

The predator slouched towards the table. His elbows rested on his knees and he turned his attention
to the sad lunch. He stabbed the lettuce with his fork, his gaze veering away from Jimin's. The
dressing squirted through the cracks and ran down the wrinkled green leaves. “He threatened to hit
me if I didn’t move away. I told him you wouldn't like it if I got hurt.”

He didn't know what, but something about that act didn’t sit right with him. Using an omega to
protect himself… That was so… little alpha.
Jimin sat there and watched the predator eat the salad. “That ’s right,” he said, “I ’d be mad.”
Would he? He cared about him but deep down he knew what he was doing. A wise decision would
have been to avoid Kai as well, so that he did not end up like every other person who Jimin cursed
with Jungkook's existence. The evidence of this stalked him day and night, and even Hobi's
situation somehow felt like his fault too, although Jungkook had nothing to do with it —or so he
hoped. Yet here he was; Sitting, talking and giggling with an alpha he knew was attracted to him.
He wasn't that dumb. Kai was friendly, but there was a painfully obvious sparkle Jimin could sense
from a mile away. He was feeding that hopeful craving Kai had.

He wasn't that good of a person, after all.

“My parents will be here this weekend…” Kai ran a hand over his face. He left the salad back on
the table to hold himself together. “They will have to see this.”

"Let them, Jungkook needs to be called out." Could they suspend him for that? Nah. Jimin would
sign the petition to do that. Hell, he would be the one making the request.

“I don't want to fight, Jimin,” he muttered in frustration. "But my parents are like justice warriors
so this won't end here for sure unless I hide it."

"Oh? That's rare.” The omega's eyebrows rose. “No relationship with the Jeon and no fear.”

“They are too wary for that. No dirty games for them.”
The apple didn't really fall far from the tree. No one in their right mind would argue with Jungkook,
let alone attack him in retaliation. His classmates were obedient, succumbing to his control for a
reason. He was either stronger or higher in rank than them. Some admired him, while others wished
to reclaim a piece of their pride. They were chained to Jungkook and conditioned to obey his
commands. The funds were passed from hand to hand as they endured every humiliation in order to
suck his dick. The free ones lacked the strength to defend themselves, so their only option was to
stay away, as Kai did.

Jimin was eased knowing that his father was not negotiating with his family. Even if there was a
contract in which his father could lose all of his money, Jimin would not be able to resist the urge to
bite back.

Just then the lock beeped from across the space. Jimin craned his neck to see the pale-skinned girl
enter the dining room. Her black boots clicked against the floor, which differed from the hallway
one, as she walked in a beeline for the kitchen. His roommate crossed past him without so much as
a glance until Kai met her eyes. That was when the omega tossed her backpack aside and stopped
for a second, standing with her feet together. “It took you an omega to come to my place?”

As if Jimin didn't exist at all. “I was busy!” Kai took advantage of the opportunity to stop talking
about Jungkook. “Just finished your lectures?” Jimin brought his knees to his chest and wrapped
his around. He watched her reach for the eggs placed over the counter then crack them into a pan
on the stove. An omega. She couldn’t even say Jimin’s name now.

“I still have a few more in the evening.” She yanked the fridge open and hunched over to see what
she had inside. Jimin ate mostly precooked food because he couldn't cook, and she, of course, was
just as bad. Having a chef as a roommate would have been too much luck. "Shit, I'm starving." She
took out the juice bottle.

She had to drink that orange juice she loved so much. It was part of her routine. Jimin wouldn't
mind if she didn't throw her shit all over the place. He wasn’t one to speak but in the few days he
had been here she was starting to get on his nerves with her lack of order.
It wasn't like he expected an extreme thing —like when he was living with Jungkook. Jimin was a
messy guy too but he definitely didn't throw his shit around, even on the sofa in the living room.
Last weekend he had came from a seminar and discovered a condom in the kitchen trash and
panties on the sofa. He'd had to put on headphones to drown out the gasps of a girl fucking his
roommate.

At least Jin kept his business away from here.

Kai watched her from the other side of the sofa, expectant. “I barely see you these days…”

“I had an exam,” and some girl to fuck, too. “You should eat more with Min if you want to see me.”
The girl turned on the frying pan. She loved to mix eggs and spinach and put them in a sandwich —
but she wouldn't eat anything else for the rest of the day. Jimin assumed it was the reason for her
slim figure. He sometimes sounded like his mother.

Her tall, scrawny body stood in front of the electric hob. His eyes peeked at the gap of bare skin
beneath the crop top that hung off her shoulders. Her waist's curve was so fine that the edges of her
spine could be seen. Even from behind, he could see her sharp bones protruding under her skin. She
had the weight his mother wanted for him. And the same diet too.

An orange juice in the morning, a sandwich in the afternoon and a cigarette to end the day.

“I was also busy…” Kai struggled to explain why he was so distant. The past days he had only
been eating with Jimin.
“Sure,” She scrambled the eggs with a practiced hand. Her blonde ends fell down her spine, so long
the ponytail couldn’t keep them hiked up . “Will your parents come for the event?”

At some point Kai rose to talk to her. He didn’t miss fixing his turtleneck to make sure she didn’t
notice. The smell of eggs was turning Jimin’s stomach despite the emptiness inside him. Kai and
the girl talked, their voices mixing with the chirping oil on the pan. His eyes fell wearily as he
observed the two hybrids having a small chat.

In an ephemeral blink, the silhouettes of the girl and Kai shifted to another alpha, and another
omega. Jin was chatting cheerfully with Daehyun, arguing with him over the food he kept stealing
from their fridge.

“Omegas have better food…” would pout Daehyun while he hid a hand into the fridge and
pretended to listen to his annoying friend.

Jimin swallowed down the knot of anguish clenching around his neck.

He was so miserable without them.

"So? What do you say, Jimin?" The omega flinched and was brought back to reality. His attention
swept over Kai, who stared at him in confusion. The alpha’s friend continued with her depressing
lunch beside him.
He stretched his legs. "I didn't hear what you said," he said sounding exhausted. His feet almost hit
the salad placed in the centre.

Kai smiled, "I said we should have lunch together tomorrow. Want to join us? It's only her and me,
and..." he glanced at her. "Does Min-hyuk have a seminar tomorrow?"

The blonde shrugged. "You're the one in his class. Ask him."

The alpha nodded and turned back to Jimin. "So? Are you coming? We'll eat here."

Jimin grimaced. Too bad. Too fucking bad. "I'll be out tomorrow with my mother." He wasn’t in the
mood for it anyways. "Sorry."

─────── ·ⅩⅩ· ───────

Out the window, the pungent stench of smoke billowed. The scent of freshly burned weed blended
with the stale scent of nicotine and sweat in the air.

Shirtless, eyes bloodshot and glazed over, taking long, deep drags and exhaling smoke that lingered
in the air. The alpha wasn't far from the state he'd been in during his previous rut.

He had to blame it on Jimin again; on the new thing he had Jungkook fixated on after last night’s
fiasco. He wasn't going to stop until he found the identity of that scumbag. It was enough to notice
the lack of a predatory odour to realize this guy was hiding. Most alphas had their scent spreading
all over the place, sticking to the first omega in their radar.

Jimin, letting someone drive him?

That wasn't a stranger, and sure as hell it wasn't a cab that took him back to the university.

Jungkook was considering stalking the omega again. He was always returning to that stupid
hospital room to see that dude, so this random guy driving him back home made no sense. Because
Jimin didn’t let anyone drive him. He was sceptical by nature.

Some nurse there must have fallen for him —like every fucking alpha roaming around him. Back
when Daehyun had been admitted, Jungkook had noticed the alphas smiling at Jimin like they were
about to be blessed with a kiss. It had to be someone working there. If not, who else? Kai didn't
have a car to drive —he didn't even have enough brain cells to get a driving license— and that
stranger didn’t look like a family member.
“I’m screwed.” The squeak of the sneakers across the room was driving him nuts. Jungkook shot a
bored look at the guy pacing the room. The tip of the cigar was already on a live flame by the time
the alpha had crossed the other half of the room. "So what the fuck I'm supposed to do now?" His
friend, pacing back and forth across the room, had already finished the blunt he'd rolled a while
ago, but it was clear that it wasn't enough to ease the stress.

“Nothing.” Jungkook sighed. "If there was anything we could do with this I would've done it by
now."

Min-hyuk ran a hand across his face. His silver pendant danced across his chest with the gesture. A
few tattoos gleamed under the whiteness of his baggy T-shirt. "I can't let Kai see that."

“You've done worse than that, my guy,” he chuckled softly, hoarse voice rumbling through the
room. “Or does rape not count?” he took a long drag from the blunt, savoring the smooth, earthy
flavor of the spliff.

"Jungkook." Min-hyuk clenched his teeth in anger. "Don't piss me off now."

The alpha snorted dismissively. The moistening scent of weed drenched the short hairs surrounding
his nostrils. “You care too much about that loser.”
"He's my friend." Min-hyuk grabbed the homemade packed cigarette from his hands and took a
puff. His shoulders slumped like a stress ball. "I care about him."

“Sure, Minrae 2.0.” The alpha took it in silence, his irritation escalating with each racy comment
from the predator. “Friends to lovers, not bad.”

“Fuck off.” He flung himself into the chair on the other side and glanced at the door, uncertain.
"You sure your puppy won't barge here again?"

"I can't confirm," Jungkook snatched the blunt from his hands with a stretch of his arm. “but
Taehyung has stuff to do this afternoon.” He winced as he put it to his lips. The cigarrete appeared
slightly wrinkled and misshapen, with a small, damp spot at the end. It made the paper darker and
slightly translucent. The wet texture felt tacky to the touch. “This is why I can't pass shit to you.
Always wetting the tip.”

The shaved guy shook his head and muttered something under his breath. “Can we focus on the
serious matter right now?”

“Then stop making out with every cig I give you. Might as well spit on it, fuck.” Jungkook handed
it back to him in disgust. The back of the cigar was wet with the boy's saliva. “Pass me the bag. I'll
make another.”

Min-hyuk locked his gaze on the almost high alpha for a few seconds before hurling the small
plastic bag at him. “I thought you were done with bud.” Jungkook did not reply and continued with
his new fixation. His lungs already felt too empty. “You’re full of surprises this year.”
Not the joke.

“You’re asking for it.” Jungkook spat annoyed. “Next time I'll have that sack of hair you call a
friend choking on my venom. Shut it.” The alpha gave up on picking on him. Talking with an
irritated Jungkook was like navigating a minefield. He had a negative reaction to everything, and
the fucker couldn't even be talked to without risking getting a black eye.

Perhaps his rage stemmed from the pack of cigarettes he'd consumed in a single day. He’d been so
certain he had more, but Jungkook had miscounted and there was only one left. It infuriated him
that he had made such a stupid mistake; the alpha never forgot things like that. He could send
someone to get them for him, but the stores that sold the brand he used weren't close, and if he
didn't end up sucking on some nicotine before the day ended, he’ll end up murdering someone.
Min-hyuk was currently attempting to not let Jungkook’s next victim be his poor friend.

For a while, the two sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts. The soft crackle of burning weed and
the occasional cough from Min-hyuk were the only noises in the room. Jungkook sucked in a puff
and dropped his head back on the pillow. His bare chest flexed, relaxed. The chain slid down his
pectorals, gleaming over the thin coat of fresh sweat. He undid his hair and brought the blunt back
to his lips. “Kai will hate me after this.” The alpha gave him that stiff, colourless look. Beneath his
thick locks, the enraged glint of his gaze hid like a jungle waiting for his predator. He wasn't having
it today. He had been in a bitter mood all damn morning. "What? Your fuckass omega is already
doing that. You should be doing something about this shit. You started it.”

“I wasn't dealing with a fucking kid when I did it and you sure as hell knew what you were doing
when you agreed to beat the shit out of that beta. Don’t waste my peace to say bullshit.”

“So why aren't you doing something? That dude will hate you even more.” Min-hyuk couldn't
understand what was going through this madman's head. “Isn't that Hoseok guy his best friend?
Stop this shit while you can and save us both a headache.”
Jungkook snorted. “There is no way to do that. The video has rolled to god knows where. Even if
you and I delete it Hyunsik still has it, Taehyung still has it. Every alpha involved in this shit has
it.”

"You can't confirm that."

“Oh, I can. Taehyung has a fat mouth on him. Why do you think I leave him out of my business?
He's his brother's bitch and if not, mine. If he has a hand to feed him he'll drop everything he has.
He did the same shit when they decided to beat the fuck out of Daehyun, washed his hand from that
omega.” Jungkook squeezed his temple together. Boiling heat crawled on his epidermis even with
the air conditioning turned up to maximum. It had been a long time since he took off his shirt and
he wanted to remove his pants now too. "And don't get me started with Hyungsik."

Min-hyuk crossed his arms. He looked defeated. "So you'll just let the guy know about this."

“He already hates me. Let him hate me for everything while we are at it.” Jimin was not going to
like the next hit about to come. Next, because Jungkook still had no fucking idea what was he so
angry about right now. The thought reminded him of something. “Who started the rumours about
me getting a fiancee?”

Min-hyuk shrugged. “Hyungsik? I don't know, I don't keep tabs on you, dude.” Jungkook lit the
lighter under the burned mouth of the rolled paper. "Not sure why you have another omega sucking
your dick while chasing this bunny you're so obsessed with."

Jungkook sat motionless, his gaze fixed on the wall. His head sank quietly into the pillow. He took
a breath from the cloud that was forming above him. His lungs ached at the thought of what was to
come. He had no confirmation, but he could feel it. "I didn't sleep with him."
Min-hyuk squinted his eyes. They were a little red. “I have a hard time believing that. You've slept
with the 90% of omegas in our high school man. It hadn't even been a week here when you had
brought like eight or nine here.”

“People change.”

“Not you Jungkook. You just get worse.” The alpha accepted the criticism and drew in a deep sigh,
closing his eyes. Jungkook was so tired. He had burned every single meal to cross his oesophagus
with hours in the gym as soon as those lessons were over. “So, tell me, why did you sleep with
him? What was his name… Han-something right?

"I didn't sleep with him."

“On your rut? Oh you fucking did. Half your neurons are in your cocks. I can't even blame this
Jimin guy for not buying your shit."

He was well aware that his words were meaningless. But he really hadn’t been able to do it at that
time. Even now, Jungkook's mind was too full of Jimin to get his cock hard for anyone else.
Haneul's touch had burnt his skin, setting off all alarms as a warning against the dangerous
closeness. “You should be more worried about the excuse you’ll give your bestie after that bomb
explodes in our faces.”

“If you don’t kill him before that. His neck is all fucked up thanks to you.”
“Should’ve kept his distance. Remind me again why are you entertaining that loser?”

“He’s my friend you piece of shit.”

“I would start paying my condolences now while you can. If he crosses the line with Jimin I won’t
be responsible .”

“He’s just having some compassion for that omega.”

"My omega doesn't need that loser’s compassion,” Jungkook grunted, pissed off. “He can shove it
up his ass."

The door rattled against the wall. "Speaking about besties," Min-hyuk groaned and opened the
door.

"Huh?" Taehyung was taken aback when their eyes met. The two alphas collided as the door
opened. "Why are you here?" Min-hyuk's response was unnecessary. The dense cloud hovering
over the room explained the situation all by itself. When the guy’s gaze landed on his friend, his
eyes widened. Jungkook was half naked, sweating on the bed with a blunt burning between his lips.
His gaze was glued to the ceiling, watching the cloud of smoke grow thicker with his exhale. His
chest fell and rose in a gentle push and pull.

"Gotta go," Min-hyuk grabbed his phone and pushed Taehyung out of his way, dashing to the
exterior. The two barely spoke to each other, and definitely didn't chat in Taehyung's presence.
The alpha closed the door. "Smells like shit in here. Why are you smoking weed now?" Jungkook
ignored him. Taehyung clicked his tongue and snatched the cigarette from his lips. "Back to getting
high on anything you find?"

"That's a reach."

"What's next tomorrow, cocaine? Pills? Are you going to start making those parties of yours?"
Taehyung noticed the plastic bag on the table; open, with a mess under it that had fallen apart on
the table in pieces.

"Is this your new personality, be the big brother that you don't have?" Jungkook growled defiantly.
"Give me a break."

"Break from what?" The alpha sat where the other guy had been. "Why was Min-hyuk here? Since
when does he come to your room? Are you fucking him now—"

"So now I'm into alphas." Jungkook witnessed his friend crushing the cigarette. The desire to break
his jaw flashed through him in a pang, which the alpha suppressed by looking away. He brushed his
hand across his body. The dampness of the sweat on his chest perspired on his fingers. He licked
his parched lips. The discomfort that drained his soul must have been from the blue balls he still, to
this day, had. "You know why he was here." Jungkook lifted his fringes off his face. His fingers
were soaked with the dampness of sweat soaked into every strand.

"You don't look like yourself."

Before he could start his speech Jungkook rose from the bed and crawled into the bathroom. "Save
it," he muttered grabbing the towel and yanking the door close.

─────── ·ⅩⅩ· ───────

He always seemed to end up in a hospital, somehow. This one was quiet, with only a few patients
strolling through the corridors. The gray beam reflecting from the humid day outside made
everything feel inert and desolate. The dull and boring, sour white of the interior was gradually
driving him insane; not only here, but also during his visits to his friend. Why were hospitals
painted in white? As a patient a colour so lacking in joy would only drive him even more insane,
make him feel like the world was ending tomorrow, and forget what other colours exist outside.

And it was better not to talk about the smell, too. The strong odor of disinfectant in the air irritated
Jimin to the point where he felt compelled to deflate his lungs back and forth in order to maintain
his sense of orientation.
He averted his gaze, taking in the tiles on the wall, the white coat of the person next to him, and the
unsettling silence that forced him to withdraw into his thoughts.

"You've been taking scent blockers, right?" The doctor lowered the stethoscope from the omega’s
chest and set it back on her shoulders, hanging over her name tag. He fiddled with the blanket,
unable to get comfortable. The constant beeping of the machines beside him reminded him that he
wasn’t alone.

His mother was outside the room, anxious. She had wanted to go in with him, but the doctor
treating him had asked her to leave, respecting the young guy's privacy. At times, she paced back
and forth, peeking in every few minutes to see how her son was doing. "..." He had been coerced
into coming here; manipulated into entering this place even if he had already gotten rid of his
mother before crossing the door. The woman had dared to follow him into the room like a fucking
child.

"What's wrong?"

“Will you share my condition with my mother?”

Jimin had to double-take, feeling she could listen to him. Mrs Park sat there with a fake smile, as
she always did. In her seated posture nothing was bending except her knees. The light makeup over
her eyes appeared and disappeared with her slow blinking. She was on the waiting benches in the
aisle. Her presence stood out like a pink dot against the white surface. “No, of course not. You're an
adult.” The doctor adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose.
With all of his paranoia he sounded insane. Jimin scratched the back of his neck once taking his
shirt down. "You noticed, right?" He examined the woman's profile as she typed the patient's data
into the computer. The girl shifted in her seat and crossed her legs. Her bangs covered half of her
glasses, creating a curtain over her lovely blue eyes. “An imprint.”

He would have preferred to see the doctor prior to his parents' arrival. Jimin didn't need his
mother's overbearing probing into everything. He knew her like the back of his hand. She had
wanted him to go to their regular family doctor, but that man always shared every health detail
regarding him with his parents, which gave Jimin zero privacy. And now that he had finally got a
transfer from a doctor she just had to come with him.

Jimin had panicked lifting his shirt to let the woman check him. Good thing from his side his
stalker mother couldn't see the ink plastered under his arm. He'd forced himself to wear undershirts
the past few days for these shopping trips, being as careful as he used to when his mother took him
to the doctor back at home. Luckily they used to have a curtain separating the patient from the
attendant while he was being examined, and had he not gone alone this time Jimin had no doubt
that his mother would have noticed the tattoo on the side of his torso. It was the hardest one to hide,
and there had been a few jumpscares the last time he'd been in the changing room.

The lady nodded. “Yeah, but that's something you're aware of and it's not threatening your health as
far as I can tell. Is there something I'm missing?” Jimin returned his gaze to the door's decorated
tempered glass, a transparent enclosure through which his mother's eyes watched from her vantage
point, attempting to decipher the words seeping from his lips. He leaned against the wall at the
same angle as the doctor's silhouette to hide his face.

“You said this is private…”

"Yes, of course." She could tell by his tone that something was bothering him.
Jimin paused for a moment and his gaze sought the ground, unable to organize his thoughts under
the pressure of knowing his mother was only meters away. What if she found out? What would
happen then? “This imprint was forced on me.”

Her brows furrowed together. Yeah, that was the usual reaction. Another reminder that Jimin had
let himself be marked and somewhat normalized that in his brain. "Forced." She took off her
glasses and placed them on the table.

Her gaze shifted to the batch of documents next to the computer. Before her hand moved to it
Jimin’s comment cut in the air. “I wasn't raped. He imprinted on me out of nowhere. I just want to
get rid of it. He can know where I am, he can sense how I feel and make me weak to his words.
Don't fill a report. Just tell me how to get rid of it.”

There, done.

He'd finally told someone outside his circle what had happened, someone who could help. The
woman removed her hand from the papers. Jimin had expected her to try to fill out a report for him,
but he wasn't a rape victim. Luckily his last experience on that matter had been avoided by the
same perpetrator that had been the main headache from the start of his journey living far from his
family.

In case it had been rape, Jimin was also aware of the implications of it. His name would be on blast.
He would be questioned and pushed to prove himself as a victim, only to be called a liar later.
Normally the identity of the alphas were kept a secret; the higher the perpetrator's position, the less
likely the case would hit the news—or be prosecuted by justice, even. Jungkook’s name had never
grazed the news after getting rid of his victims or bullying half his class in high school.

It was sick to think of the few outlets one had as an omega being a victim. He was there to take and
take until one day he killed himself like others of his kind did. At first glance, the lives of wealthy
omegas seemed to be surrounded by cotton, a comfort that raised them to the same level as the rest
of the world. It couldn't be further from the truth. Money didn't melt the glass built around alphas or
built stairs for the same access alphas had to success —the same way that empathy was a made-up
phenomenon that dissipated when your bank account emptied.

“Where did he imprint?” The doctor was suddenly speaking softer, more carefully. Jimin raised his
arm and she grabbed it.

Her thumb caressed the lower area where his hand joined the rest of his arm. There was no trace of
anything. The wound had been gone so fast it felt like Jimin had imagined it this whole time. "What
species?"

Jimin licked his lips before spitting the dry words. “An alpha snake.” The caress of her thumb
ceased like a click in time. Her eyes shot to Jimin's. There was an insignificant instant in which she
shook off her gaze before she looked back at his arm. Jimin knew what that meant. He knew, now,
what that truly implied. "A Jeon."

The weight of her hand was gone. The woman backed off from her chair. "Which one?" Her tone
weighed with worry.

Jimin breathed heavily at the pause between her lips. He wasn't sure he could say the name. “Just
tell me how to get rid of it.”

“Imprints can only be erased by the person who made them.” Jimin deep down had imagined that
answer; hearing it from the professional frustrated him even more despite it.
"It was made against my will, there's no way he'd take it off willingly."

There was no insistence on writing a report no more. She now knew who the perpetrator was,
therefore a silent threat had been placed on the table. "I wish I could tell you how, but it's not my
field."

The omega sighed, drowned in his misery. It was not like he had expected a miracle fix, but the
quick reply had his chest sinking with the premonition that he would always be one step behind
against Jungkook.

A few more questions were added to the exam. Regardless of his mother's claims, Jimin's weight
was correct, and while he desired to exercise more frequently, this was unrelated to his body image.
His youth had given him a certain immunity to such remarks. Younger Jimin had been through too
much to be pushed back into that hole, vomiting the food he had just swallowed and watching his
face turn pale from a lack of nutrients. Jimin had picked himself up and promised, quietly, that he
would prioritize his own opinion over the opinions of others. He liked it when his arms bulged
slightly against his t-shirts, or when his ass filled his pants in a nice round wrap. He wasn't born to
be small, and he wasn't going to force himself into the small box that his mother and others around
him expected him to be in. Except for himself, there was no one to impress.

No one but himself.

The test results would be more complete after the blood ones came out, but the doctor had assured
that he didn't show any signs of being unwell or anything to worry about. She was satisfied as much
with his physical condition as with the tracking of his hormones. However, despite how well
everything was going, Jimin didn't leave the room without some bad news.

“It appears in your medical history that your past doctor used to prescribe you scent blockers along
with other pills. I think there is no problem with that since it works for many omegas and you seem
to be doing just fine but…” Her big glasses slipped down the bridge of her nose and she pushed the
middle back closer to her eyes, almost crushing her eyelashes. Her silence made Jimin anxious. But
what? The doctor brought the paper closer to him. “Your heat had a sudden skip. Was your last one
delayed?”

“N-no,” Jimin gritted his teeth anxiously. “I had one last summer, as usual. There are at least two
more months left before the next—

“Well it ’s no longer like that,” she said to the omega. Jimin's eyes bulged in surprise.

"Huh? Why? What do you mean…?” His voice faltered.

“Your next heat is expected to come in less than a month. According to your history, you always
ask for heat blockers at the same intervals of a few months.”

Jimin's face distorted into a puzzled and disbelieving expression. He couldn’t believe what he was
hearing. His mind was racing with questions, and he was struggling to process the information. The
woman’s words had become a blur.

“But this makes no sense,” Jimin babbled. His last heat had been just before entering college. “It
hadn't even been three months.”

“It was probably triggered. There are omegas with irregular heats but in your case you have always
had a regular order. The trigger is usually created through an alpha's pheromones.”
A ripple of anxiety washed over the bunny when the weight of the keyword struck him. His heart
sank. For a split second, he felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. The omega tried to remain calm,
but his body betrayed him. His knuckles whitened as his hands curled in fists.

Had this been from the times he'd spent with Jungkook while his rut was delayed? They had sex a
few times, and although he had come more than once inside Jimin that wasn't enough to create a
heat from thin air. The past experiences with alphas Jimin had been just fine after sex. As long as
the two weren't in the middle of a cycle there was no risk of pregnancy, nor any other weird shit.
Pheromones couldn't have this much effect on anyone.

The doctor was watching his face slowly drain from any colour as he stared at his hands, zoning
out. If someone barged in the room they would've thought he had just been told he was expecting a
baby.

A baby. With fucking Jungkook.

Jimin would get rid of it that same day.

“I don’t understand how could this…” he tried to calm down by taking a breath of air. It was
another heat, not a big deal. Right? Fuck. “This has never happened to me before…”

“Because it's not usual. Our evolution into humans has made us more rational. Pheromones can't
make you…” she spoke carefully, her words landing with measured weight. Jimin noticed her
sudden halt. The girl cleared her throat and gave him a soft smile. “Well, it must be an alpha you
really like. Omegas are hard to trigger if there's no attraction. Being close to an alpha in a rut can, at
most, make you sick. Triggering a heat out of you requires a potential attraction. It's the same for
alphas around omegas. They get aroused, but no rut starts out of nowhere.”

Jimin swept a hand over his head. Great, amazing. Just what he needed.

“I was close to an alpha in rut days ago, but it was just for a few minutes. I didn't interact with him
through his rut, there's no way that… We only had sex before the rut started.”

“Again, it's not the norm. It's very rare to trigger a heat or a rut from a hybrid. You said the
interaction was just for a few minutes but your heat still got affected.” The doctor sat up in her
chair, watching an incredulous Jimin trying to process the news he had been slapped with. “I
suggest you find a partner for this heat. Skipping so many heats can lead to serious consequences
and you’ve… ” her finger pressed the mouse key. A tab popped with a list. His medical history.
“You've skipped way too many. Start looking for a place to stay if you live at the dorms, for your
own safety.”

Jimin was unable to muster even a nod, he looked like the news he had received was that of a
death. He couldn't deal with a heat right now. That was the last thing on his mind in his current
state, where everything was a jumble that he was trying to straighten out. “Can I delay it… at
least?”

“Not for long. You can but don't take more than what I'm going to prescribe.” Along with her
words, her fingers typed on the keyboard something that Jimin feared to see.

His mother…
“Send me that by mail. I don't want it printed," he rushed out of nowhere. The lady stopped for a
second.

"Sure..."

She had to know by now how worried he was about the woman sitting outside. His mother could
not know about his heat. She would drag him home and force him to suffer alone in his room for
days.

The omega slid his bag back onto his shoulder and zipped up his hoodie. Not what his mother
wanted to see him wear, but she was too preoccupied with his dinner attire to bother him about his
current wardrobe. As soon as he stepped on the first foot on the hospital corridor, his mother sprang
to her feet and grabbed his arm, pulling him closer. Her warm breath hit Jimin, invading his space.
Her fingers weighed on his skin, her nails on the verge of digging into his arm. "What did she say?"

“Nothing.” Jimin was pulled to keep walking next to the omega. He kept his gaze fixed on the
front, taking in the fantastic news that had just been delivered to him. "It's all good." The answer
wasn't what she had expected. The wrinkle at the end of her lipline spoke her reaction. She didn't
even try to hide at this point and Jimin knew exactly what was making her so restless.

“I should change your doctor while you live here. I'll speak with your father.” The omega
grumbled. Her head barely reached his shoulder. He was much taller than her now, stronger. Jimin
knew he could easily get rid of her hold and maybe —just maybe— push her down the stairs they
were about to cross.

“She did a great job, I don’t see why you’d need to do that.”
“After doing that?”

She would never let it go. Jimin scoffed.

“Mom don’t exaggerate. I’m an adult now, I don’t need you sitting with me in the middle of doctor
visit.”

"It's for your own good."

“Well, it makes me feel dumb.” Jimin resisted the urge to raise his voice and snatch his arm away.
“I can deal with my health alone. Stop treating me like a kid.”

Annoyance flickered across his mother's face. Her hand tightened around his arm. She hated his
lack of submission —she hated when he wouldn't nod to her every single word. “Did you two plan
this?” His face wrinkled for a second, one in which Jimin's neck tensed with fear sewn into his skin
every time he would be scolded for not giving up on his opinion like a good fucking omega. “First
she kicks me out of the room for some privacy bullshit rule and now—did you ask her to leave me
out? Did you seriously do that?” His mother derided.

“I'm a grown man, I don't need to come with—

She exploded in his face. "I'm your mother!"

The blond was stunned at the rise in her voice. His mother glanced at her surroundings,
remembering where she was. Her image, how could she forget? She couldn't forgive herself a
second where she wasn't perfect, where she didn't sound like an omega. “You've changed. Since
when do you talk back to me about everything I say? I've done everything I can for you, I've put
my heart into making you the best version of yourself. My opinion matters more than anyone's
else."

More than yours. Jimin balled his hand into a knuckle clench, ready to strike. “…” The guilt-
tripping had evolved into entitlement.

"Don't say that you don't need me." Her mother continued on her way to the stairs, dragging her son
with her like a lifeless doll. "Walk. I'll take you to a nutritionist since this woman clearly can't do
her job right."

She had wanted to take him to the doctor herself to make him hear that he was fat. Jimin couldn't
say he was surprised. He had developed a certain sense that undid the layers hiding the meaning of
her actions. “She knows more than you for fuck’s sake—

“Watch your mouth Jimin.”

Or what.

The omega gave up. Whatever. She had to leave soon after the end of this week anyway. He could
stand her a little longer, a few more days. He didn't need to make her angry.
His mother would take him to the nutritionist and Jimin would be forced —crammed— into
another torturous diet. He could take that again for the sake of not earning himself another problem.

He didn't dare mention the heat. He would keep it a secret and hide somewhere until it finished.

─────── ·ⅩⅩ· ───────

The alpha walked over to the next rack of suits and examined them carefully, scrutinizing every
detail. The sleek and contemporary interior design complemented the music; the background piano
had such fine notes that blended easily into the candid atmosphere of the room. The bluish granite
floor contrasted with the gold-painted walls that rose long, plastered with sophisticated
monochrome photographs of celebrities and politicians wearing suits tailored by the boutique. He’d
seen a few of them at his house. His black shoes created a hole in the ground with their lacklustre
colour. The plush carpet beneath his feet felt soft to the touch, as if he was standing on air. It
smelled like vanilla mixed with citrus. The brisk of sweet whisper of air came from the perfume
section at the end of the right wall, at the top, near the dome.
He lifted his wrist, revealing his watch. As soon as his eyes landed on the circle of ordered
numbers, heavy steps crossed the room from behind. A “welcome” followed.

The illumination was back to being dim when the door closed. Spotlights were carefully positioned
to draw attention to the various suits on exhibition. “Late,” Jungkook said and stood waiting for the
young woman coming back with a new outfit in her hand. The suits at the boutique were nothing
short of refined in quality. Each one was meticulously customized and made of the highest quality
materials. Not only that, but the artful sewing and precision distinguished them from other
competitors. The fabrics were tender and exquisite to the touch, with palettes varying from
traditional base colours to bold shades like royal blue, pink, and others. However, the sparkling
black did not convince him. Too satin. A thin layer of glitter crossed the hem of the jacket when the
light hit it.

“Pick a better hour next time.” Kang-dae relaxed in the comfort of the seat after sending off the
worker. A man in a suit approached to offer him a drink while he waited. "No need." He watched
his son, who was studying the design. Jungkook squeezed the thickness of the jacket sleeve
between his fingers.

“This isn’t basic.” The girl agreed, frustrated as if she hadn't brought the wrong thing herself.
Jungkook squeezed the cloth in his fingers and dropped it carefully, making sure not to lose his
cool. “Bring me the last collection. The deep black shade.” The tone couldn't hide the bubbling
irritation in his veins. The worker nodded anxiously and turned on her heels to bring the suit.
Jungkook shifted to his father while he waited, hands tucked in his pockets. “If I tell you an hour
it's that hour, not ten minutes later.”

"You will survive." Kang-dae was already taking a cigar out of the metal box. “Picked anything
yet?”
“I'll be simple,” Jungkook murmured, watching earnestly as the tailor brought the measuring line.
“Last collection. The designer is an old friend of yours.”

“Hmm…” his father hummed as he smoked from the cigar. His gaze followed the old man asking
Jungkook to take off his jacket. His skilled hands passed the thin rope around the predator’s chest,
and once the measure was noted he moved to another limb. In a quick switch of movement the
cloth ruler girded the alpha’s small waist. The size differed drastically when climbing on his
shoulders. Jungkook stood still, letting the man do his job. “Speak your mind, since you made me
come here.”

The girl brought the new matte suit and hung it in the shopping section. Everyone in the boutique
was wearing black suits and ties, following their uniform rules as a suit tailoring shop. Jungkook
frequented it quite a lot ever since moving to the city. Back at home he usually chose his suits from
the galleries of suits that were sent to him from Italy. He saved himself the job of coming straight to
the shop. The tag prices on the suits seemed astronomical to the average customer, but for the
young alpha, it was spare change. Quite keenly priced. A good chunk of millions that still felt
cheap in his eyes. He wasn't used to paying little for a suit —the price could reach that of a car at
times— but their quality had nothing to envy the ones he normally wore at events. He had been
surprised the first time to see that they only cost a few million won; Jungkook had believed that
number was for the pants alone.

He tugged the suit over his shoulders as he put it on. The silk stitched inside sat perfectly against
the back of his muscles, clinging to his form. "Are you my enemy now, Father?" The question
gunned from his lips quietly.

“Should I be?”

Jungkook looked at him out of the corner of his eye, unprovoked. "Blood is as thick as water for
me." Kang-dae continued his smoking session, one arm stretched out over the width of the sofa.
"So, if you won't fulfil your part, pick your side already."
“I gave you enough time to do it.”

“And I told you I needed more.” Jungkook sat on the sofa in front of his father, only a small granite
table separating them. The girl rushed to pour them a glass of hot coffee when the alpha requested
it. "There's no rush."

"I told you from the start that this family won't accept it," Kang-dae said, dark eyes firm on the
younger predator. “But you still managed to fuck up the only opportunity you had.”

Jungkook snickered, “Opportunity? That's for unfortunate souls that live beneath others' shoes. I
don't need opportunities. I make them. I force things to happen. You speak like you weren't a Jeon,
like you need God's luck to keep you at your feet.” He drummed his fingers on the sofa as he
crossed one leg over the other, ankle resting past his knee. The hem of his pants revealed his black
sock tucked into his shoe. “My decision remains. Tell grandmother to stay away from my
business.”

Kang-dae didn’t bare a chuckle but he was amused for sure. No one in their family had this
audacity against their elders. No heir spoke back to the Chief of the family yet here Jungkook was,
barking at anyone that looked at him the wrong way. “Haneul is your chance to do things right.
You've been wasting years of your life chasing some pathetic animal that you can't even make
marry you.” His father's tone was laced with mockery —underestimating him like a stray dog.
“You didn’t get into that university with the same mindset you have now. The current ideas in your
head don't match our family. An alpha doesn't listen to what an omega has to say, even less allow
an omega to raise their voice at them. But no, I have to discover from outside that you've been
embarrassed countless times by this whore. Are you a puppy now? Is that it?”

"Gonna tell me how to fuck him too, Father?" He was still convinced that he had the leash in his
hand. Jungkook had cut that shit off his neck ever since he'd got the tattoo on his nape. "I'll take this
at my own pace,” Jungkook snorted. "That shame is for me to deal with. If I’ll be called names
behind my back for not slapping the shit out of my omega then so be it, but that doesn’t have shit to
do with you so don’t be so delicate now. My future partner doesn’t concern you. How I treat him is
my business. Your dick remains untouched."

Kang-dae seemed noticeably irritated by that word, although his face showed no signs of that. "I’ve
raised my son with all the good values of an alpha just to be embarrassed because he's acting like a
bitch."

"Raised? What did you do exactly? Looking down on me is not the fatherly thing you think it is.
Punishing me while letting others step on me shouldn't make you this proud. Don't call education
something that was far from that.”

“Save the victim talk now. Have some pride as an alpha.” Jungkook ground his teeth. “If you're
planning on marrying that omega this will be your own battle from now on. Because me? I've done
my part. I helped you because you wanted a fresh start with no one getting in your way but you just
had to pick a bitch that keeps biting your hand." The manner in which he spoke made Jimin seem
like a dog and that infuriated Jungkook even more.

"I won't marry Haneul."

“No one is forcing you to,” his father retorted. “However, know that there are expectations on your
shoulders that you chose to have when you became the heir —when you got that tattoo on your
nape.” He was aware. Jungkook had been lost in his thoughts while getting his skin inked,
promising himself a new path in life, a path he wanted to risk himself for. He couldn't bow to
others. He had to be the one to make them bow.

That was his purpose in life, but he needed to make an exception this time.
“I know my place. I will take the shame and the blame in the future.” He had never felt ashamed in
his life. His pride had wiped out any trace of insecurity in his mind. Others' opinions only mattered
if he let them, if they had something he wanted, if Jungkook was somehow bound to them. No one
could criticize his work at the company, his grades, or all of the records he had , he surpassed his
entire family. However, in his personal life, that was where his freedom began.

Kang-dae sighed, rough voice grumbling low in disappointment. “Over an omega.”

Jungkook sprang to his feet. “Yes, over a fucking omega.”

“Did you even think about the future? About what the public will think when you mate that prey?”

"And did you? You enabled this; all the mental suffering you put me through, the manipulation you
had over me, feeding my brother with hate and watching me get humiliated every single day of my
life until you got what you wanted.” Rage scratched from inside to lash at his father. "Oh right."
Jungkook lowered his cup. “But you never got criticized for that. You never get affected by what
happens. Your torture, my image… You always remain where you are, high on your horse.”

“Don't push the fault on me for your deranged behaviour. You've always been a psychotic kid.
Eunwoo was already your target. I just gave you an incentive to make you happy.” His father said,
bored. “Makes me wonder how weak my sons are that they both are going to ruin for some bitch.
That's a shame.”

His phone vibrated. Jungkook glanced at the screen. He had to go back to the campus. “I have to
leave.” The tense air between him and his father shifted —this wasn’t new, after all. They had so
many ups and downs that even after the most gruesome arguing Jungkook was back to their usual
dynamic. "Don't bring Min-su to the dinner."
"He's still in your apartment." His father sighed, watching him cross the room towards the door.

“Let him be,” Jungkook smiled mellowly, forcing the corners at the end of his lips to lift. He ran his
finger around the rim of the glass, dancing in circles. The tip of his nail wandered smoothly over
the thinly filed thickness of glass. He got up, suddenly. "I've thought about every part of this before
putting it to work." The alpha snuck around the sofa, rotating the heel of his shoe. He admired the
racks of suits behind the windows. Suited men and women modelled on huge screens. "I may or
may not make a few mistakes thanks to certain circumstances created by obstacles in my way." His
eyes shifted to the dressing room door behind them. Nothing was to be seen. Yet he felt the
palpitations of another animal on his skin. His senses sharpened. His fangs sank into his tongue,
itchy with the need to catch the creature behind the door. "And the fun of the game is in that; get rid
of the rocks on the way." He pushed the outer curtain aside. The worker from earlier flinched. She
had her ear glued to the door. A pale canvas spread all over the beta’s face, muscles crumbling into
wrinkles, stoning one under the other in horror. Jungkook looked down at the girl trying to get
away from the door after being caught listening to their conversation. "Just like you taught me,
Father; if I want something I'll have to work hard for it." Kang-dae was back in his vision when the
younger alpha shifted to glance at him. "You made this board. Not me."

The girl's gaze lost its focus as she was overcome with horror. The tall figure on the other side of
the glass door had a wild, almost deranged look in his eyes. The young alpha facing her flashed a
devious smirk. His eyes were wide open, almost as if he were in rapture. Jungkook drew the girl's
attention to his mouth and her terrified eyes darted to the sweeping of the split tongue over his lips.
She looked so small and fragile that his fingers itched to make her vanish into thin air.

A shrieked scream tiptoed down every corner. Jungkook grabbed a chunk of the woman's head and
smashed her cranium against the wall with the counter, pushing every bottle of drinks down the
floor. The liquids scattered beneath him. "These betas," Kang-Dae sighed disinterested as he
watched the girl shaking from the hit. Her hair was a mess. Dishevelled locks had flown to every
side of her head, covering her flushed face.

Jungkook didn't beat her again, instead, he sat down and propelled her face against the glass table,
forcing her to kneel in front of them. "Liked what you heard?" The girl caught a glimpse of him out
of the corner of her eye. Her pupils had shrunk to a dot. "Oh you poor thing…" The predator
thumbed her cheek. A greenish trace, like a paint splatter, followed the movement of his finger. Her
vision became blotchy as the stain spread. Panic bubbled in her veins.

"Must be new here," Kang-Dae said with a puff of smoke.

Jungkook let out a low chuckle. "First day of work and you're already fucking it up." He slapped
her cheeks a few times, each one worsening the venom he was forcing to seep into her skin. The
alpha noticed the phone in her pocket. Jungkook yanked the device from her jacket and smashed it
against the ground. The screen cracked into thousands of pieces. He teased playfully. "Looks brand
new, that's a shame." Beneath his hand the girl trembled like a lamb about to be slaughtered.
Jungkook remembered the panic spasms Minrae had had earlier. Not only him but everyone who
submitted under his hands. That man at the club, Minrae, the classmates he used to fuck up for fun,
his brother. He pressed the girl's face harder against the glass. Her cheek was crushed. "Oh, she's
shaking."

"Jeon…!?" Voices rattled from behind. The store clerk rushed in horror to the two alphas. "We are
deeply sorry for whatever our employee has done, allow me to apologize for the damage."
Jungkook watched as the old man bowed until reaching his knees height, right in front of the table,
pants damping from the bottles of beverages broken all over the carpet.

Several workers reached the room just as startled. They had no idea of what happened, but they
knew that the consequences would not be a mere complaint form. "I'm just giving her the lesson
you clearly forgot to do after reviewing her resume." The old man tried to decipher what had
happened. He seemed on the brink of panic and confusion.

"We will punish her. May I know what she's done?"

"Tell them." Jungkook clutched a ball of hair from her scalp and hauled her head up. Her flushed
face trembled with tears. "What's with the shyness now? You sure didn't look this timid when you
were sticking your nose in strangers' conversations."

The manager remained calm. “Apologize right now.”

Jungkook had to resist the urge to blow her head off with his fist after she muttered such a pitiful
sorry. His fingers clenched, tangled in her hair while his hatred consumed him with the wake-up
call that he had shit to fix. On the surface, he was enraged, ready to erupt at the slightest
provocation.

“This is pissing me off.” He dropped the beta’s head to the floor, throwing her whole body over the
spilt liquid. "Cancel the suit I ordered. This will be my last visit," he assured firmly, tone like a
whip against the workers' skin. "Have a nice evening, Father. Don't be late for the dinner
tomorrow." Jungkook proceeded to walk towards the door.

"Thank you for forgiving her, we are so sorry this happened. I'll make sure she gets the right
punishment for this disrespect." The shop staff apologised again and again but they were mute to
the predator's ears.

Jungkook stopped suddenly. "Ah," he pulled out his wallet and extracted a platinum card. He threw
the card over the girl’s face, whose consciousness was on the verge of slipping from the venom
choking her nerves. "Cover the restoration bills for the damages under my name. You should thank
me for not making you lose your clientele over this. Train your workers better next time." It was
more money than the shop would ever need, billions of wons tucked in a digital card.

“Sir, there’s no need—

“Keep it.” The alpha shut him down, “I like your suits so consider yourself lucky and take it.” His
gaze drew back to the wounded beta. Her eyes were paling. Jungkook watched death threaten to
take her, satisfied.

Bad day to tease him.

─────── ·ⅩⅩ· ───────

The tired young man shuffled down the hall, his gaze fixed on his dorm door. Jimin fished his
keycard from his pocket and swept it through the lock with a flick of his wrist. The door clicked
open, and he stepped inside.

The omega crept to his room. Every step hurt his feet, and he struggled to lift one leg. The pressure
of the day's activities persisted on his shoulders. He needed a long, never-ending snooze to turn off
his brain for a few minutes or hours. Swinging open the door welcomed the icy breeze flowing
from the open window, a soothing wind blew that lifted some locks off his forehead. Jimin
whimpered, running his hand through his freshly styled hair. His mother had pressured him to do it
earlier that day, demanding that he look his best for the night ahead. Jimin tossed his bag on the
table and sagged onto his bed, his clothes crumpled around him. It was uncomfortable to lie down
in tight pants.

Jimin sprang to his feet and struggled out of his jeans. His ass was pushing against the fabric,
preventing it from riding down past the curve of his buttocks. The size was smaller than normal
too. Jimin moaned with delight as the jeans fell to the ground, sliding down his legs in a thud. He
could feel his circulation again.

The jacket was removed. His shirt also followed. Jimin's body was suffocating. For days, the high
temperature had been bubbling beneath his skin. Most of the time, he appeared pale. It was nothing
extreme, but he felt hot enough to not need more than one layer of clothing to stay warm outside.

Jimin walked over to the floor mirror: an elongated square with lights surrounding the uncovered
edge of the rectangle. His long legs were camouflaged in hair that Jimin had yet to shave. It was the
only thing his mother didn't have to make him do. He liked the sensation of his bare legs after the
wax, or on his days in a hurry, the razor. Nothing compared to getting under the covers with freshly
shaved skin.

The face in the mirror forced a smile. Jimin observed himself trying to shake off the fears, doubts
and self-loathing that had slithered in over the previous days. He looked down at his body,
caressing a hand over his stomach and chest. He wasn't fat, he knew that. Even if he was, it was
unfair to punish himself for such a thing. And still, he couldn't help but feel guilty —his mother's
constant comments about his weight had somehow seeped into his subconscious. Jimin absently
tugged at his briefs as he observed himself in the mirror, appreciating the way his hair fell in perfect
coiffed waves around his face, which was now glowing after the heated skincare he had been put
through hours ago.

Ever since he’d left the university he'd been dragged from one shop to another, looking for
something to satisfy his mother's expectations. She was a horrible shopping partner. The type to
never be fully done with a store —that type of customer the staff had to kick out because she just
wouldn't leave.

When the day almost drew to a close Jimin had been thrown into a spa centre. He wasn’t
complaining about that one; it had been the only good part of the day. Clearly he had needed it
because the pain stirred by the beta who worked on his back had been piling up for a few weeks.

He stroked his cheek. His skin was flawless. Whatever they had done to Jimin's face and hair, he
looked like a brand new person —one camouflaging the tumour of depression pumping in his
chest. No matter how much makeup he put on, or good clothes he wore, he could see the ghost of
his emotions hanging on his skin, heavy anchors pining him to the ground. His eyes looked tired.
His body too.

And now he had a heat to deal with.

He refused to ask himself why his heat had been triggered, look into detail what was the meaning
behind that. The weight of such thing wasn't to be taken slightly but perhaps, if he pretended that
big pimple wasn't there, it would eventually go away.

But…

Jungkook had triggered a heat out of him. Something no one could do unless—

Jimin slapped himself so hard his head twisted. In the few seconds it took him to realize he had just
hurt himself, his cheek purged red. The train of thoughts was successfully stopped and the omega
walked towards his bed, where the window was open right in front of him —as if he hadn’t just
slapped himself.

He was practically naked if it wasn't for his boxers but Jimin couldn't bring himself to care. He
needed some fresh air to wash off the heat ramifying through his nerves. Part of it from his heat,
and part of it from his own hand.

Sleep whispered in his ear. The omega was ready to surrender. Jimin dropped his head on the
window balcony and closed his eyes. The air fiddled with his hair. He could feel his eyelashes
moving, attempting to join the dance the leaves outside were having. The swirl of sad, glum leaves
swung back and forth.

What was he going to do now?

The omega still hadn't come up with an answer to that question. He didn't even know what it was
addressed to. His life, his friends, his degree, his family, or the haunting emotions that drowned him
alive every day? Jimin now had a new quest to deal with. Things just kept dropping over his head,
with an ever-increasing weight, to the point where he had no choice but to sit and wait until his
head was crushed.

He had to find a place to stay before his heat came. Jimin couldn't fuck this up. His heats were no
joke. If an alpha had a single sniff he would be eaten alive. And there was no door to keep them
away. They didn't care as long as their pleasure came first.

Another curse omegas had been punished with, without a doubt. Heats were nothing more than a
monthly reminder that an omega existed to be bred. That their main purpose was to bring life
through another alpha. Jimin struggled to get used to that part of his biology. Each one of his heats
were traumatic enough for him to never want to experience another. His body stopped belonging to
him and he became a being that he repudiated.
It hurt him to think about it and to recognize that his past experiences had hurt deeper than what the
present Jimin dared to admit. Bunnies were disgusting in their heats and Jimin knew too well to
what extremes he could go. His most depraved desires flourished against his will. His brain was
squeezed to the last drop. He would grind on anything he found, present his ass to the first alpha on
his way and whine and beg for a cock to impale him until he died from pleasure.

Jimin had to lock himself somewhere and find someone to do the job for him. He couldn't ask Hobi
any more. That was his friend and they weren't the same teenagers from the past. He needed an
alpha or a beta to shut his omega up for the duration of his heat. Jimin was seriously considering
paying someone to do the job since he had no one to—

His eyes darted to the sky. He would worry about this later, after the stupid dinner.

The omega rested his chin on his folded arms, zoning out and staring out the frame of his dorm.
Almost all of the windows were open, but the rooms were empty or appeared to be so because the
beds were usually under them. Kai hadn't messaged him yet, so he assumed that most of the alphas
were training at this time.

Now that Jimin thought about it, he had never visited the building. He had no idea what it looked
like on the inside. Jimin imagined the place as a jungle where a bunch of cavemen slept.

A lock stuck to his cheek lifted up to his eye. Jimin brushed the strand away from his face. It was
soft to the touch after the hydration session from hours ago. He’d had to convince the hairdresser
not to cut it after seeing how bad his ends were. Jimin was planning to wait until it got a bit longer.
He wasn't too worried about it. The omega who had done the treatment on him had praised his hair
a few times, asking what he was using and even if that was his natural hair colour. Jimin had been
presented with the suggestion to dye it to try going for something new —and he had pondered on
that question— only until his mother had jumped in a panic to stop him from doing anything to his
hair other than what she wanted. Jimin had been blinded by the reminder that there was an alpha
obsessed with his hair colour.

More than once he had found Jungkook stroking a lock between his fingers, mesmerized. When he
was done fucking Jimin until the omega's last breath, so high in lust that he would lay next to the
omega and stare. For hours.

Jimin flinched when one of the lights on a distant building flashed. On one of the upper levels, right
at the same height as his, the window with the electric blind half-up shone bright. The walls were a
dull dark blue, but there was a part painted in white on the other side. The omega stared, curious.
He didn't know that many alphas on their campus so he was quite convinced whoever was this, it
would be a stranger.

The alpha crossed the room but it was hard to see his covered face; he was taking off the basketball
jersey right over his head. The guy walked back to the other side shirtless, with only a chain
hanging from his neck. The omega's eyelids rose exaggeratedly when the body crossing the room
felt so familiar he could draw it from memory. The mass of hard muscle spreading in slits of ripped
abs was the first thing to catch his eye before he glanced to the alpha’s head and was met with a
perfect side profile and marked strong jaw. The omega blinked a few times. Jungkook’s eyes were
on the ground, lost in thought.

“Hell no,” Jimin gasped in shock. Not this motherfucker. He was everywhere.

Despite his resentment, he managed to remain in his stance. Jimin stood there watching as the man
appeared to be distracted. Jungkook lit a cigarette —he always did after his breaks. His hand
reached for his phone and then the alpha paced the room with a towel that at first was on his
shoulder but ended up thrown over the bed, or so it seemed. The alpha then laid his waist on the
window frame, showing his bare back to the outside. Jimin’s eyes took the chance to run over the
small waist that made no sense when looking at predator’s broad shoulders. There was no doubt it
was Jungkook even if he hadn't seen his face. Only one person had a snake tattoo on their nape and
a shoulder full of the same kind of vile creatures. Somehow his bunny brain had memorized his
back muscles, probably from the number of times he had scratched the alpha’s back while grabbing
it as Jungkook fucked him open.

Jimin regretted so many things in life but that one was on another level.

The alpha stayed for a long time talking on the phone, leaning his hips against the low window.
Any omega that peeked out now would feast on the sight, unlike Jimin. The omega glanced down
to check and like clockwork there were a few omegas with their open windows too, leaning out
watching him.

The guy had to know he had a public audience. There was no way.

Jungkook was such a slut, god.

He looked sweaty from practice. His muscles barely fit into his own body. Jimin had noticed he
looked a bit bulkier than before.

The guy crushed out the cigar after consuming it in ten seconds and prompted himself away from
the edge of the window. He swiped a hand over his messy wet hair and, like he had noticed
something from the corner of his eyes, he glanced straight in Jimin's direction.

Never in his whole life had the omega been faster. Jimin jumped back to the bed in the microsecond
he felt black eyes about to land on his. His heart hammered against his chest, in fear. The omega
covered his mouth in panic, panting like he had been running a mile.
Jungkook couldn't know where he had been located. He would chase him every single day. That, or
make a copy of his pass card like he had done the first time. Jimin couldn't allow that to happen
again.

Despite the fear of being discovered the omega still decided to get closer to see if the alpha had
noticed him. He prayed for a negative answer for once. He had been watching the guy while naked
and that would give Jungkook all the wrong ideas —which he always had. The omega peeked from
the lower corner of the window. He hid behind the curtain so the silhouette of his head wouldn't be
too obvious.

In the midst of that moment, a jolt of dread sprinted through his chest as he noticed Jungkook still
standing, his neck twisted as he gazed fixedly at his window —not the lower one or the right one,
but the omega's very own window. An obvious scowl adorned his face. Dark, vexed eyes narrowed
with irritation.

Even though he hadn't been discovered, Jimin felt like he had just fallen into a trap.

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@: is he on the market? official??

@: if this is a confirmed product I'll have to break my promise not to buy slaves

@: those lips... where did you find this guy?

@: for sale? I'll go to south korea this afternoon if you confirm

@: I'll pay anything, just name the price and I'll buy him in cash

@: is he only available for VIPs? I'm going to have to buy that subscription in the end......

@: is this an alpha or an omega? I’m more into delicate omegas but this one got a lovely face

@: don't edge us like this, where is he now? who did you sell him to? I'll contact the buyer myself
@: I need to have him.

@: I've seen omegas of all kinds my whole life but this one looks unreal

@: Did you photoshop his pic? Someone like this can't possibly exist

@: Those lips man... did he have plastic surgery?

@: I'll take him for any price, just say a number.

@: how old is he?

@: an alpha with an omega face lol but he’s beautiful, I'll give him that

@: looks like a cat. There are no details… Name, at least?

@: is this a doll? I'm not buying a fucking doll. Too pretty to be tortured
@: Give us pictures of his ass. I need to know if what I'm buying is used or not

@: I'll be sharing this thing at all my company dinners. All those deals will be a success.

>@: make sure to invite me if you do, I'll invest in whatever you want haha

@: his flesh looks healthy. Any full-body pics? I usually like them bony but this one is just perfect.

@: kidnapped? Where did you get him?

@: I’ll need you to put him on a diet before I buy him. Is he tall?

@: this has to be the prettiest bitch you've ever sold... can't wait to fest on him.

@: natural blond? Gotta be a prey. I got two prey girls but I might go for a boy

@: is he mated? No way this bitch is single... I'd love to fuck him in front of his mate lol

>@: he's probably taken. Whoever is the lucky bastard that's been balls deep in this whore
just lost him
@: can I have a pic of his feet before purchasing?

@: does heaven ship omegas now???? Where the fuck did you get this one???

@: new stripper? I'll drop there this weekend.

@: I need to mate this one. Those genes can't be wasted.

@: name?? Is he korean?

@: he looks a bit big for an omega. bulky

>@: yeah he got more muscle around

@: this is why I prefer tiny omegas. This one looks too tall, like an alpha, only that face saves him

>@: you must be short lol

@: cock size?

@: 300k or 500k, my money is yours

@: won't even ask for surgery just give him to me

@: is he into female alphas?? My friend and I need a new toy. Let him come with me, I'll spoil him

For minutes, the weight of his finger had not been detached from the arrow-down key. His gaze
mirrored the screen he scrolled down indefinitely, stuffed with comments entering one after the
other, jammed in a row beneath the newly posted profile. The number of notifications grew from
two to three hundred. The post had been up for two minutes. Comments in Korean, Russian, and
French were mixed in with excitement and price inquiries.

Price? That was one of the most popular questions. There was usually a number under the profile,
which showed the range from which the product was sold. The number was rarely fixed; there were
always two or three alphas bidding for the same omega. The predators' choices were doled out with
the same palate that they shared their lust for vulnerable creatures.

The cost had not yet been determined. Yoongi wanted to introduce him gradually. His first step was
the photo. There would be no way to locate him through the picture. The alpha had made sure that
tracing was impossible —he didn't want pests getting in his way.

In spite of the appearance of his last moves, his intention wasn’t only centred on angering
Jungkook. Yoongi had to gain the most out of this loophole. Park Jimin was the final rung of the
ladder, that he would slowly incite, to exact his full revenge. He had to wait till he had the prey at
his fingertips, and until the best buyer came along. In all his years immersed in the dark side of
buying and selling in human trafficking, few omegas were in such high demand. He had expected
this amount of comments yet had undervalued Jimin's allure.

This time, he would receive offers that were above the usual range. Male omegas were not
uncommon, but prey male omegas were a spicy dish that would pump up any predator's superiority.
He couldn’t mess around with that charm. Jimin was breathtaking. The physique of this specimen
substantiated Jungkook's obsession with him. His eyes were pretty standard, but the combination of
every aspect of him was a perfect recipe for any alpha's fall from grace. So easy to obsess with— to
crave his submission. Yoongi had yet to dismantle his personality, but the only thing he took away
from that perfection of his was his defiant attitude. The few occasions he'd spoken to Jimin had
been enough for him to realize that he lacked the prey fear in his veins. His two biological labels
should’ve made him vulnerable, easy to get through, but what Yoongi saw was more of a shell hard
to drill.

A fine but rigid one.

Jimin was polite, quiet, and understanding. Yoongi could see him fight to understand his best
friend. But the sharpness in his soft brown eyes was overshadowed by his inability to look away
from the threats surrounding him. The omegas he had kidnapped succumbed within days. Even if
they were wealthy, the lure of an attractive alpha was enough to sway their decision. In him or his
men they found the compassion that society did not give them —that until they were taken to the
human traffic ring.

Jimin wouldn't give him that privilege. Even in foreign territory, his voice did not falter. It was hard
to imagine that same omega bowing to Jungkook's will, a guy who wouldn't accept anyone that
spoke back to him. Yoongi stared at his picture, doubtful whether this same guy that the snake
alpha was so crazy about could blush to him, or let himself be fucked by another predator —just
like he had told Hoseok.
The comment section was escalating to five hundred. His finger pressed on Esc to close the tab. He
turned off the computer and shut the device.

That had been, without a doubt, an expected reaction.

His name would remain anonymous. His location, his age, everything. Many of his omegas were
from abroad so the suspicion if anything, would be located outside his zone.

Yoongi could imagine how many customers would be coming this weekend. They expected to find
him dancing there. Profiles weren’t released to predators until the victims were in captivity, but this
case was unique —and confident in his plan. He couldn't keep Jimin imprisoned with him for long.
Jungkook would get to him in less than a month, he was insane enough to kill for some omega so
there was no doubt he would find even Yoongi's house by a thread of smell if he was angry enough.
Even if the alpha had his scent masked around Jimin.

He was risking everything here. Although fear had never stopped him from succeeding he was
certain that Kang-dae's son changed into someone else when he became angry. The state in which
Eunwoo had been found was no credit to what Jungkook could do in a state of madness. He had
been stopped by several alphas with difficulty, and even with them, they still couldn't yank him off
the man. Yoongi had not been there —that was unneeded to picture what the alpha was capable of.
Jungkook had been feral enough to step up against his brother, what would he do about his new
obsession was a mystery Yoongi wished to delay for the epilogue of the show.

"Hmh," he hummed. Calling it a new obsession was a bit of a reach. Jimin was the only one that
thought this was new. Jungkook, on the other hand, had been watching long before they met —
clearly. Yoongi just couldn't understand how things had happened.
 ─────── ·ⅩⅩ· ───────

His parents had not arrived as early as he had expected. By the time they had circled the campus
from behind Jimin had noticed the parking lot crammed with many other vehicles that had spawned
all over the back of the building, which faced the forest. His father had complained a few times
about the lack of empty spots, but his son ignored those cursing words. Jimin had been more
interested in observing the penumbra veiled by the tall pines that hid the flora surrounding the
university.

With only the moon bathing them in a bright pewter, yet also soft light, the tall silhouettes were
barely distinguishable from one another. He had a few bitter memories of that road hidden behind
the building, which incited him to wonder, rather hopeful, if Daehyun or perhaps Jin, would be here
tonight.

"Show me," his mother chirped, casting a glance at her son through the rear-view mirror inside.
"Like I told you."

Jimin drew in a breath in a muted snort. The corners of his lips turned up awkwardly until they
stretched to a boxy forced simper that flashed his crooked front tooth for the long minute the omega
kept the fake beam. "Happy?" he mumbled.
His mother carefully examined his stiff smile in the mirror's reflection. "Remember, if anyone
comes you give them your best smile. Don't force it too much, let it... natural."

This woman is crazy , Jimin thought with a sigh, but he had to nod to be left alone. She was staring
too hard; with those irritating glances she kept throwing at him that only fed his discomfort and
anger. Tonight, that gesture was even more obvious since her eyes were shaded in gold. She had
tried to make the omega get that same makeup, but Jimin had enough suffering trapped in the outfit
that he definitely hadn't chosen by himself for this annoying night. He wasn't in the mood to try to
make his displeasure look more appealing. However, he had been convinced to wear a bit of lip
gloss and a subtle eyeliner that was hard to notice unless someone got close enough to the distance
of his nose.

He jumped out of the car as if he'd been held captive in a cage packed with monsters. "Fix your
posture." The older omega's hand pushed the back of his spine. The blond nodded and kept walking
behind his parents. His father didn't ask him where to find the building. Even though it was dark
and the only source of light other than the moon was the open gates of the ceremony hall, he
walked too fast for Jimin’s liking. The omega prayed for the meeting of the principal with his father
to never happen. This night could only end in two ways; going home with the typical tiredness of
this kind of event or, Jimin being slapped in public by his mother for involving himself with a Jeon.

He waited for his parents to go on their walk a few meters ahead of him. It was his unconscious
way of shielding himself from the embarrassment of being at this awkward dinner. He couldn't
even meet the eyes of the guests who kept marching past them, hardly ever making eye contact
with his poor ecstatic mother. Jimin wished he could tell her these predators weren't as fond of
preys the way as the ones back at home were. These hybrids —more like beasts— despised any
living creature that didn't have fangs, growled or behaved like a depraved megalomaniac. Shit, not
even the prey alphas who attended this university were safe from being excluded or bullied.
Realistically, even his father was fair game.

“There are so many predators..." his mother muttered. She was becoming aware of the vile energy
that greeted them.
The vastness of the grand hall struck Jimin as he stepped into it. The walls grew from the ground
his feet stood on, fancily arranged with ornate decorations and sleek curtains that framed the
interior. The entire structure had been renovated for the occasion, transformed into a luxurious
setting for tonight's dinner event. The tall columns were covered with white tablecloths decorated
with crystal cups and dazzling silverware.

There were inner balconies along the sides of the room that overlooked the space below, adding to
the pomposity of the setting. They, too, were dolled up in white. Their ornate railings reflected the
care that had gone into arranging the area for tonight's gathering.

The ambience was sophisticated and refined, with every detail meticulously planned by the
principal. The man had gone to great lengths to embellish even the vaguest corners of the massive
place. Jimin could not say that he favoured the extravagance of his choice, but the money spent
could be felt by the large banquet of hors d'oeuvres or the stage with a podium in front of a huge
screen. The hall was typically used for graduations, but tonight it had been transformed into a
lavish setting for an evening of dining and celebration —a chance for the principal to suck more
money into his pockets.

The aroma of perfume intensified with every step into the building. Traces of different scents
lingered in the air. His mother sneezed. She was quite sensitive to smell; it almost went hand in
hand with her obsessive minimalist tastes.

The illumination was mild and cosy, mustering an intimate ambience over the room and
emphasizing the rich colours of the interior. The vaulted ceiling had intricate moulding and
stunning chandeliers that twinkled in the soft light. The murmur blended in with the background
tunes at the back as Jimin pushed his way through the crowd. He received a few bitter —and
lecherous too— stares, but most of those old faces were unfamiliar to him; some more wrinkled
than others, and a few he could see from a distance saved by botox. No one's lips looked like that.
"It's packed." His father spoke with a sigh. His tone shuddered with excitement that his son clearly
lacked. Seeing the huge place full of elegant and scary predators tied a knot in the blond's
stomach. It reminded him of when the alpha had shown everyone the gifted portrait of his son; the
opening night of his father's success —an event that had ended in Jimin waking up in his bed the
next morning with the explanation that he had drunk too much alcohol and had fallen asleep on his
bed.

The hoop bracelet he wore tonight slipped down the length of his arm with the slightest motion. It
was no exception when Jimin tucked aside a lock of hair off his face. The gesture caused the tips of
his hair to tingle the nerves on his temple. His mother's hand followed the action. "Do me a favour
and don't mess up your hair tonight, mm?" Her nails slipped down to her son's ear, and she stroked
the gold thread dangling through the pierced orifice. "I'm glad I picked these. They bring out your
face so well."

He didn't get to reply to her.

Jimin's eyes froze at the black ones staring back at him. For a moment, for a fleeting second that
lasted a heartbeat heavy against his ribs, he saw Jungkook. But those eyes weren’t Jungkook’s.
There were traces of many more years behind that gaze. Nuanced wrinkles lined the skin of the
drooping eyelids cushioning them. His bushy brow was serene, but it did not quell the caliginosity
of his stare. It added a separate weight of a presence in the room. An immovable, omnipotent object
that had opened its fangs over Jimin’s neck.

Fear kissed the start of his nape as the microsecond Jimin looked at the man lasted longer than the
eternal throbbing in his chest did. The guests scattered around the room were reduced to mere
faceless pawns. The omega blinked at the deception his mind was forcing him to see. An enormous
long black serpent of exaggerated size, somewhat like a dragon born from his hallucinogenic
imagination, coiled between each guest. It had them all wrapped in endless knotted spirals made
with the creature’s body. Its cold touch with an invitation to fear and submission lurked beneath
each scale grazing the bunny's skin whilst it wrapped itself in an invisible wire that even though
Jimin knew he was imagining, he could still feel the grasp.
"Kang-Dae," murmured a tall woman approaching him. The dark-skinned man, hair combed
stealthily over the shape of his skull, did not turn around. The suit on his shoulders weighed with
the same grace with which his son, at his side, carried. Jimin's eyes couldn't even shift to Jungkook.
The older man's ones had sucked in every bit of his fleeting attention. But not in the warm, sticky
way the alpha he hated so much did.

The feeling this gentleman gave off had a bitter colour that with little dabs it crept under his skin
until it plagued the bunny's mind like a parasite. Like the crawling of a snake on the ground that
camouflaged itself in the silence, in that space open to distraction.

If seeing Jungkook for the first time had given him a sticky itch and drawn him in by an invisible
magnetism, this was the polar opposite of that first encounter. Every single alert ingrained in
Jimin's body was flickering in horror. The deepest part of his being, his nature as a prey, was
wrenched out of his chest in a curled fist dripping in blood. Even if he didn't want to run, he was
being shoved or rather compelled to create the need to run.

Jungkook at his side fought to overshadow the man's presence. They were both hard to ignore.
Jimin couldn't even tell if they weren't brothers. Both the shape of their jaws and the arch of their
eyebrows were identical. He could almost bet that, if he counted the dark lashes forging the
circumference of their eyelids, he'd get the same number.

The man shifted his eyes away from Jimin to the identical clone beside him yet said predator,
Jungkook, was too busy watching Jimin with an indecipherable expression. The omega couldn’t
meet his eyes, too tense by the presence next to him. This man…

It felt like seeing the Jungkook of the future.

"You good?" His mother's hand squeezed his arm. The throbbing knot in his chest pumped up to his
brain. In horror, the omega darted down. His chest ached, but mostly his head. The omega's
stomach turned as the traipsing nerves along the shape of his back pulsed with a sick qualm. Jimin
was so unsettled that he hadn't realized he'd raised his hand to his head until now.

His father recognized someone in the room and smiled before dashing to a predator, more like a
beta, walking closer to meet him.

It hurt.

"Y-yeah." Jimin swallowed hard before replying to his mother. He needed to be distracted from the
threatening presence on the other side of the room. Between so many shoulders and backs his eyes
fought to focus on something else, something that wasn't the silent void sucking him in.

Something felt… out of place.

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"Don't cross the line," Jungkook rasped along the steady exhale between his teeth, mouthed words
muffled by the chattering in the hall. His attention deeded to the next guest approaching them, not
allowing his father to cater to his remark.

"Jeon," Hyunsik's mother smiled and extended a handshake, which Jungkook returned before
stepping aside to let the woman greet his father. “It’s so hard to meet you these days.”

His eyes persisted on fixating back on the long open gates at the end of the hall. His chest felt
constricting, as though his lungs had swollen to the point extent where they could hardly fit into his
rib cage. It wasn't his first, nor was it his last, formal dinner. Nonetheless, the grey cloud hovering
over his shoulders portended a sinking feeling that coagulated the haze disturbing his composure.

His father mumbled something to the middle-aged woman, and her chin pointed to the bathroom in
the corner upstairs. Hyunsik had sneaked away to pee, but Jungkook knew that was a lame excuse
to avoid the old alpha. Most of his classmates and "close" friends knew Kang-dae yet rare was the
occasion where they willingly approached him in person. Jungkook could understand their
discomfort. His father was far from friendly —although he was much more cordial than his
conceited son— and couldn’t crack a joke to save his life. Even after all their married years, his
own mate was kept on a leash around him, so this wasn't a case of the man needing to get to know
you better before warming up to you. He was dry and hard to deal with. One couldn’t say Jungkook
was projecting. A stone had more emotions than the old man.

The woman walked away to greet another family. Soon another group of predators would rush to
pay their respects to the snake family. Some guests appeared anxious to greet everyone, yet it
looked more like the attempt of a starving dog hunting for a naked bone to stay relevant. Despite
the passing smiles and handshakes, Kang-dae stood silent; he was waiting for the principal to show
up. Jungkook could smell the biggest ass-kissing ever seen tonight from miles away. He had
previously discussed it with his father. Investing in this university was a waste of money he hadn't
planned on spending because living here had never been in Jungkook's plans. Now he was stuck
with a room at the dorms and an apartment he had no reason to own —or so it seemed. However,
he wouldn't let go of the leash for the time being. His few last choices had him cornered and he
needed to still have the upper hand over these predators, so if his father didn't bend to his decision
Kang-dae would have to fuck that woman for another useful heir. Their old age made that too
complicated, honestly.

All these families were nothing but traps in disguise. They knew each other as much as the cashier
at the supermarket knew the usual customers from the neighbourhood next door. So much brought
them together and so little brought them closer. Envy simmered between their smiles, as hot as the
lack of trust tingling in the glint in their eyes.

The squeaks of guffaws that escaped between the lines of their stiff lips sounded like a broken
record. Jungkook could always tell there was a disgusted expression under their masks and the need
to rip them off swelled his impulsiveness before his tongue pushed out some snarky comment. It
was killingly funny to watch them hold back the fake smiles they had to bear. Their fingers fought
to keep the veil on their faces while Jungkook's played with the edge of the drawn grimace until it
fell off or was left misplaced.

"Don't go too far," his father said. Jungkook didn't turn around, eyes never leaving that open door.

“This place ain’t that big, don't be clingy.” It was a challenge to not kick up a stink around this
man. "You won’t get lost if I leave your side for a second," added the alpha, not returning his
father's cold stare as he sipped from his glass. It was either that or cast his attention at the families
who came to greet him and were dismissed with a slow blink of disinterest.

Kang-dae’s free hand rose to his son's shoulder. The heaviness of his grasp no longer carried the
same effect on Jungkook. That need to please and fill him with pride had become a mere aching
memory beneath the tips of the rough fingers. The strict influence beside him was no longer able to
envelop him as it once did. Jungkook's alpha, or rather snake, fought to rip apart any dominant
presence around him that might be an inconvenience. "Your hair is getting long," lingered between
the man's lips. Jungkook drew his attention to a mirror he reviled. His own dark eyes stared back at
him. A putrid sea of black under the weight of bushy eyebrows that had been traced in his DNA in
the same way his gracefully high nose had the same breathing as his son. "Cut it."
At least Eunwoo's eyes were clear, Jungkook thought, at least the rest of his brother had the bright
beauty most snakes had. His family had the typical Jeon traits woven into the poison of their genes.
Some were blond, others of darker skin. Jeon snakes were of a thousand shades but rarely so
lacking in light.

“Do I look like your wife?” Jungkook brushed his hand away with a nudge of shoulder. His father
said nothing at the reaction; he was used to it. His son didn't like the unnecessary touching from the
family, even less from the man that had sown his insanity piece by piece, part by part, to forge
himself a perfect heir. "I'll cut it when I feel like cutting it."

Kang-dae did not reply when his fingers slipped back into his pant pocket. The heavy cologne on
his collar intensified. Acts of bravery had a short and painful end under his command. Jungkook
never learnt who to bow his head to. And like a lamb suffocated in its own wool, it was part of his
destiny to bite the hand that guided the whole flock. You could not raise a feral animal and expect
respect back. There were no exclusions in a hate-filled mind.

Jungkook had made one somehow, all in the span of a few weeks.

Not even Taehyung got away from the distrustful circle that besieged everyone—the one in which
Jungkook squeezed inside anybody he met; just for fun, just in case.

Jungkook was now witnessing how someone crossed the line he had drawn, a mockery of the
foolproof method he had used his entire life. With a single decisive step and a daring glare that he
had tried to slap away but just couldn't get rid of. He didn't hate it that much, did he? Because, if he
was being honest, something about the constant clap back simmered in his arteries with a bloodlust
that was tough to describe. Jungkook felt challenged yet way too absorbed to try to win. And, for
the first time in his life, he wasn't too concerned about victory.

"Fuck," the curse trembled damp when his eyes landed on the omega crossing the gates. The glass
in his fingers lowered a millimetre towards the floor before his fingers tightened in a surrounding
circle.

Jungkook took a sharp intake of breath, but the air did not seem to fill the vacant space in his chest.
He quenched, having become overly agitated.

How could he look so ethereal with so little?

The omega ignored his mother beside him, preoccupied with adjusting the bracelets that slid back
and forth along his arm. The taut alabaster tunic cinched around his torso, emphasizing his
silhouette with the delectable brush strokes of every muscle beneath it. Jungkook's heavy gaze
swept over the thin exposed neck. He had no idea where to look. The omega's face captivated him
with the same white heat the clothes that clung to his body did. Jungkook hankered to be a mere
cloth in his next life just to be picked one day and be worn by a certain omega for a dinner, for a
stupid random dinner where he would be seen by his future alpha again, just like the first time they
met.

Amidst so much ivory, not even the gold around his waist or the diamond-encrusted earrings dulled
the lustre of his pulchritude, his singular witchery. Jimin bore a magnetic lure that no one else
possessed. It was already taking effect across the hall. A palpitation in a dead room full of hungry
predators. The lascivious air had Jungkook on edge, sparking the urge to hide the prey away. No
one had to know about this gem apart from him, just like no one needed to know about that
ambrosial scent that sent any alpha to nirvana with a single whiff.

His lips looked moist with the trace of a pink brush. Jungkook was brought to that day he had
managed to make the omega never wear a gloss again. It had been mean on his part but he would
be lying if he said he hadn't felt victorious for that. He was jealous even of the omega’s mother for
being allowed to place her hand on that waist. The bunny looked too divine in such plain clothes. It
had to be illegal to look that way, to have those lovely mahogany eyes, those plumpish lips that
pleaded for a kiss; for Jungkook to chew on them until the omega bled in sorrow.

The alpha gritted his teeth when Jimin's gaze shifted to the man next to him. His face blanched in
horror, and when his father returned his stare, the omega's face was disfigured. Jungkook knew why
this was happening, but that didn't disguise his need to change that expression, to reassure him with
a gentle caress on the warm touch of his cheeks.

Kang-dae clicked his tongue in disbelief. "To think that's what making you lose your mind," he
took a gingerly swig of the alcohol, "a low-life."

The younger alpha brushed off the comment. "I can always blame fate and my alpha for my
obsession," Jungkook relaxed his shoulders next to the man still staring at the blond omega at the
corner of the room. "There's not much to excuse fearing one of your sons so much that you need
someone else to do the dirty work, though." The alpha smiled under the rim of the glass between
his lips. “I guess we all have our pathetic secrets.”

─────── ·ⅩⅩ· ───────

Trying to locate the alcohol, he scanned the room. The array of glasses and plates on the table was
so extensive that it felt overwhelming to take it all in. Finally, the omega spotted the object of his
desire and reached out his hand. He attempted to wrap his fingers around the thin cylinder of one of
the glasses arranged on the table. The reddish liquid within appeared to be wine, but Jimin didn't
really care whether it was or not — it seemed like the only way to get through the night was to
drink until he forgot his name. Any drink was fine for him.
His hand grasped in the air, paused by the familiar fingers that stopped him in his track. "Don't
drink too much." His mother just had to be there, behind. Even his shadow was less persistent than
the woman, following him in his every breath, hearing his blinks from a mile away.

"I won't. I know when to stop," Jimin hissed with exasperation. See he loved doing the opposite of
what was wanted from him and getting on the other person’s nerves with no hard feelings in
between. But one thing was him being playful and whining and another pretty different was this
woman forcing her every rule on him.

Besides, he had a strong resistance to alcohol. A talent developed by so many years of swallowing
the first drink offered and getting the worst hangovers of his life. Jimin was sure he could resist
more than his own father.

He raised the glass to his lips and swirled the scarlet liquid in his hand while allowing his tongue to
drench in the freshly swallowed wine. The wave of velvety acidic flavour felt like home. He
sounded like an alcoholic, didn’t he? The beverage rocked in the swirled glass, following an
infinite whirlpool that lost its grace gradually until it was dominated by tranquillity. The weight of
those eyes bore down on him, as it always did. Glancing over, he met the predator’s dark gaze,
giving the same level of regard in return. Jungkook's attention never slacked off around him. His
first rule in the playboy manual.

Jimin’s nemesis sure looked like the trophy of the night. Despite his strong dislike for the guy, the
bunny couldn't deny Jungkook’s magic in any place he stepped in. You could hate him all you
wanted but you couldn’t come for his looks. The alpha usually wore turtlenecks, jerseys, and plain
dark colours that fit into his usual elegant attire agenda, but that paled in comparison to the black
suit that hugged his muscular frame for this event. Every inch of him was worth a top modelling
contract. The omegas around had every reason to spawn around him, some staring, some
approaching with their parents. Jungkook refused to give them even a smidgeon of his attention.
His raven hair was slicked back —it would eventually loosen like it always did. Jimin stared at the
biceps bulging under the predator’s suit jacket. His long legs seemed to stretch on forever, and his
shoes were shined to the tip. The piercing on his lip added a bit of edginess to the perfect painting
he made standing there. One could tell he was a man of power, and despite his hatred and repulsion
for the guy, Jimin had to agree that label had never looked too big on Jungkook.

Ignoring the man's words beside him, the attractive alpha watched him, brazen. Jimin couldn't even
spare a glance in the direction of the man next to Jungkook. The sensation that he had experienced
minutes ago had made him so uncomfortable Jimin had felt pulled out of his own skin. Even now
his hands trembled as he tried to sip from the glass.

So that was Jungkook's father.

No doubt he was. A printer would have done a worse job than those genetics. The similarities were
too striking for him to be anything else — he was too old to be a brother, and they didn't look like a
niece and an uncle. It was strange how similar they were, but regardless of their physical
resemblances, their demeanour was nothing like each other. While the old man stood calm,
Jungkook exuded a menacing aura. Observing him now, it was easier to discern the differences.
Even though his shoulders were elevated in the same manner as his father's, Jungkook’s gaze was
constantly on high alert, displaying a fight-or-flight response that seemed to be ever-present. He
radiated a corrosive confidence that he showed to everyone, with no exception.

Even when the other guests spoke to him the alpha looked down on them. He was so hostile and
humourless that it felt like watching a ticking time bomb. With malice, the parted tip of his tongue
teased a heartless grin, while his eyes glinted with mistrust.

His presence was a clenched fist in the room. His father had already overshadowed the other
guests, but he couldn't do so with his son's presence. Jungkook was wary, which did not appear to
be his intention. The omega noticed the two empty glasses behind him. That was his third. And
what he was taking wasn't exactly lightweight. The amber liquid covered two ice cubes that didn't
have the time to melt down before Jungkook swallowed down the whole glass. It looked like a
normal gesture from the outside but there was something in his expression that revealed his state.
Was he trying to get drunk too?
The drink line was diverse. From small concoctions with fruity flavours to strong liquids that
invited you to have an ethylic coma by the third glass. The guests offered their glasses to the
waiters who came and went. Jimin was used to seeing them. They were mostly betas or omegas; a
must for aristocratic celebrations. The music playing on the speakers was so boring Jimin knew
he’d have done a better job choosing the tracks. The jazz was light, barely noticeable in the mixed
background music. It sounded contrived, like a botched remix.

He saw his father talking to a woman he had no idea who she was. The most probable thing was
that he would go around the whole place, from family to family, until he befriended every human in
the room —hopefully not any Jeon.

His mother accompanied him, leaving her son aside. That was only because these were university
grounds, and even knowing that Jimin could see her glance at him every two seconds while
pretending to be distracted chatting, making sure she had him on her radar.

Jokes on her, because he wasn't moving from here.

She wasn't the only hawk in the room. Not only the predators were watching him like a fresh piece
of meat, but the Jeon heir hadn't taken his eyes off him from the second Jimin had crossed those
doors.

He wasn't surprised. Jungkook had a staring problem and he liked to bug him with it. The omega
took another drink and watched how Jungkook took another from the other end of the room,
copying him.

Wasn't he supposed to pretend he didn't know Jimin?

How is it going? Jimin glanced at his phone and put his drink on the table for a second to reply to
Hobi.

I'm all alone. He grabbed the glass again he had left at his side and took another sip. He won't stop
staring, he added but his finger hung in the air over the Send button. Did he need to tell everything
to Hobi now? The beta would start scolding him over the same thing again about how much he
needed to be careful. Jimin quickly deleted and turned off his phone.

He relaxed against the wall and continued to watch the obvious jungle slowly forging into space.
Naturally, the levels were stacked on top of each other. The perfect smiles and little greetings did
not hide the reality of the environment. You could see, with the naked eye, who was over who. The
most low-ranking families had to seek attention —his father acted like he was one of them, even if
the Park were far from poor. The wolves were easy to spot. They had a fierceness to their faces and
thick hair. They didn't move much, but they did walk from time to time. Their only target was those
who were above them. And of course, at the top of the invisible triangle resided the Jeon family.

It was painfully obvious how much fear they created in the room. Respect and crave approval. It
made sense. They did not depend financially on anyone, and if they had any pact, they had the
upper hand.

Jungkook and his father hadn't moved from their place. They chatted among themselves and were
politely interrupted by others. It was bizarre to see old men and women bow to Jungkook like some
kind of royal. The alpha took that respect with grace. It was undeniable that Jungkook fit into the
picture. He didn't look nervous nor easy to step on. His position fit him like a glove, and he dealt
with everyone with such confidence it felt natural. Even outside of the campus, he was still at the
top of the chain.

Jimin glanced to the door through which they kept entering, family after family. The room was
becoming smaller with the number of people strolling through the entrance. They greeted each
other. Most knew each other. Jimin recognized the occasional classmate but of course, not a single
smile was sent his way.
He peeked at the door one more time and froze on his spot when his roommate's eyes met his. Her
blond hair was no longer held together in a high ponytail. Just like that night, long locks of thick
hair fell apart over her shoulders. Her slim and tall figure was wrapped in a dress that seemed to be
made from a soft material that draped her body. The dark pink hue gave a touch of maturity to her
look. The plunging neckline brought attention to her chest area, framed by thin straps, that made it
much more elegant to the eye. Two men accompanied her, both just as tall as her. One of them wore
a simple black suit while the other wore a silk shirt that was tucked under light pants.

Her parents whispered something in her ear and she was left alone. The two men walked straight to
another couple chatting at the corner and were greeted with a warm smile. Jimin watched the
interaction, subtle. He was the only one leaning on the table. He could feel several glances at him
but a new one now came from close to his radar. His roommate. The girl did not approach him and
she walked instead to the other drinks stand.

She poured herself a glass of wine. A hand pinched her back from behind. She turned and beamed
big at the sight of a friend —Jimin presumed. The two quickly engaged in a conversation he
couldn't reach to hear with the music and the crowd of voices and laughter flooding the space.

The phone vibrated again in his pocket. He glanced at the screen.

Be careful.

Jimin was starting to get tired of being treated like a child. He could understand where was Hobi
coming from to a certain level. He had always been protective, and Jimin was the one making
mistakes. However, sometimes reality was different. Sometimes it seemed like Jimin was always
wrong. No decision made by him was correct. He had to ask someone first.

He felt like a hypocrite thinking about it. Jimin had moments in which he wanted to be shredded off
from his pride and let himself be taken care of—but those didn't mean he wanted to be treated that
way. His words did not hold that much weight unless he was dealing with another omega. For a
beta or an alpha, they couldn't see beyond his label.

Poor bunny. So small, and scared. So needy of someone's guidance. In all phases of his life, he had
someone holding his hand —guiding him. Jimin couldn't move to where he wanted. His parents
were a constant, and sometimes, his best friend too.

Jimin ignored the vibration of the phone, too busy drowning in his frustrations. He would forget
about these selfish thoughts and be back in his shoes. Those that were tight, hard to take off, hard to
move in them. His fingers were so crushed inside them that they had already taken the shape of the
shoes. But that wasn't the shape of Jimin's feet. He wanted a new pair that fit him just right. A little
twist in his life.

He sighed into the glass. His eyes watched the crowd through the crystal as he gulped another sip
from the wine. Jimin didn’t dislike this world. It had grown on him. But he wanted to take another
role in it than being a mere spectator.

Like his mother.

Jimin wanted to have access to decide, that having an alpha's hand on his waist didn't make him an
accessory. He did like belonging to someone, just like he approved of owning the future person
bound to spend the rest of their life with him. But it was not the same to be a detachable accessory
the way his mother was. One thing did not imply the other. And she would've screamed at him for
thinking this way.

Was it possible, he thought, to be seen as his father? Being an omega, and still being respected by
others? So far nothing pointed to a possible scenario with these characteristics. But that only made
Jimin wonder more.
He felt stuck.

He wanted to shake hands with other businessmen. Be asked about how the company was going.

His mother was always silent whenever his father spoke. He had never rose his hand at her but
Jimin knew that it was an ingrained consequence in her mind. If she disobeyed… what would
happen then? Would his father be this nice to her, still?

His phone vibrated again in his bag. Jimin snapped out of his zoning-out session and glanced at
Jungkook —too used to doing that. The alpha was no longer looking at him. An omega with her
husband had approached him and his father. The predator didn't smile but he was chatting
comfortably, like he knew her.

"You just gonna stand there all night?"

The bunny turned to his roommate who had walked all the way to the long table of food he was
next to. In his hand he also carried a drink, like everyone in the room. Only now had Jimin noticed
she was wearing fake eyelashes so thin they felt natural, but still made an effect in her gaze. The
edge at the end of the eyelid was darker, with subtle glazed makeup. "Seems like it," Jimin said,
looking back at his almost empty glass. "I have no one to talk to."

"I wonder why." Her tone was unbothered.

He looked up into green eyes. "Stop with that." Jimin's attention was stolen by the woman's soft
laugh at the distance, still chatting with Jungkook, shining big smile worth of a commercial. Was it
that funny what he was saying? Her mate was oblivious, distracted talking with the other man Jimin
refused to look at—for the sake of his brain.
The blonde got closer. "With what? It's the truth." A brown brow rose. The fine strands of her
eyebrows looked freshly done in a clinic. They weren't like that normally. She had gone full glam
tonight. "You're a dry guy."

"Says the life of the party." Jimin rested his ass on the table. His hand reached for another glass,
while his eyes remained on the pretty scene a few meters from him. The woman's eyes sparkled
looking at Jungkook. Her long nails covered her mouth when she laughed at something the younger
alpha said. He wasn't that funny. Jungkook was annoying, if anything.

"I am," his roommate replied. She followed Jimin's attention on Jungkook but kept silent. She
already knew the alpha —had even fucked him.

The old omega was gorgeous in her red dress. She had animal fur —most likely real— wrapped
over her shoulders. Jungkook added something to her comment. His eyes dropped to the ground.
The edge of his eyelashes was noticeable when looking at his side profile. He was collected,
playful even. There were already four glasses behind him, arranged side by side. He hadn't touched
the food, just kept drinking. It didn't look like he was flirting. His thumb caressed the glass he was
holding between his fingers. He took it to his mouth—his lips moistened. Jimin’s eyes zoomed on
them before parting his own lips to speak. "I was going through some stuff when I ignored those
messages," he said, dragging out the filler words slowly, too distracted to notice. The silence after
his excuse slowly thinned beneath his fingers, sliding down the fine glass tube that held the dome
of the cup when, naturally, the old omega's hand dropped on the young alpha's chest. Right over his
hard pectoral. Like a domino effect, Jungkook avoided the touch. His foot dragged behind his
shadow, the sole slowly laying on the ground. The woman's nails were no longer a breath away
from his. He had taken a subtle step back.

Huh?

Jimin frowned, puzzled.

"I don't care about those texts. I'm not lacking friends, dude. I'm just surprised at how tight in the
ass you are."

He snapped out of the scene he had just witnessed. "You clearly do. Ignoring me over some
messages—

"I'm just doing what you seem to want me to do," she cut him off. The girl walked over to the table
and refilled her glass with wine. The gurgling of the stream splashed the surface of the fine crystal.
"You ignored me, so I understand by that that you don't want to have anything to do with me."

"That's not…" he didn't know what to say. He didn't hate her. He didn't even know her enough for
that.

The girl took a sip of the wine and her face twisted in disgust. "It tastes like shit."

"What? It’s a good wine, though?" Jimin glanced at the bottle. It was the same bottle he was
drinking from.

She took another forced gulp. "Yeah, I hate wine."

"Then why did you pour yourself a glass?" Was she high? Jimin peeked at her sclera. No signs of
redness. Her voice was steady too.
"I saw you drinking it like water so I guessed it would be good."

"It's a bit sou." Jimin drank some more. His eyes shifted back to the alpha. Jungkook continued
with the new distance placed between him and the woman. She no longer tried to touch him but her
smile never faded. Bright between her vibrant red lips. "You thought it was sweet because a bunny
can drink it?" He didn't take it the wrong way despite the question.

"After seeing the amount of alcohol you gulped down that night? No way."

Jimin was about to add a comment, taking his chance to fix his relationship with the girl, but the
soft heels approaching them cut down every intention to do that.

His mother popped out of nowhere, eyes sparkling with a keen curiosity that reeked of control. She
didn't know about his new roommate. Her default smile was already sewn on, not too wide, not too
short. "I see you found a friend already!"

God, that formal-voice mode was so cringy. Jimin had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

The girl beside him was visibly confused. Ms Park was quick to clear up that. "His mother. And
you are…?"

The other omega darted at Jimin as if he had just trapped her into meeting this woman. She gave a
soft bow to the older woman. "Youra."
"That's such a pretty name!" His mother's smile widened deeper on her face. "Family?"

"Mom, for fuck's sake."

"I'm just curious!" she exclaimed, pretending to be funny. Regardless of her soft forced giggle, the
lady gave him a sour look, clearly bothered by the bad word. Still, her smile never flattened. "I
didn't know you had a friend apart from Hobi."

"We are not…" His roommate shut her lips when she sensed him tensing next to her. "Yeah, of
course. He's a cool… omega."

"Hobi was always busy so I had to make friends on my own too…" That sounded awful. He was so
bad at this. "She's been really sweet to me, haha."

His mother nodded, eager. She kept scanning the figure of the blonde next to him, who was at least
two heads taller than her. She was even taller than Jimin. "Oh, I'm so glad you two are friends!
What are you majoring in, Youra?"

The girl left the glass on the table, tired of holding a wine that she wasn’t planning to drink. "I'm in
the third year of an engineering branch. The same one as him, I think?" She licked her lips to even
out the creamy lipstick that she had smudged off when sipping from the glass.

"Third year?" His mom looked confused. "I thought you were classmates… How did you two
meet?"
"In a part—

"We are on the same team" Jimin interjected. "Same sports team."

His mother gasped in surprise. The sounds she was making sounded so exaggerated Jimin felt like
he was about to drown in embarrassment. "You never told me you joined a sports team. What
sport? Tennis?"

His roommate was visibly confused, again. He couldn't blame her. She had just been forced to lie
for the sake of Jimin's safety —only God knew what his mother could do if she discovered he had
been clubbing around crackheads. "Yeah, tennis. I wanted to try it out. I'm still really bad but she's
helped me so much so… we get along."

It took his mother a long torturous minute to absorb the new information. "That's good… I'm glad."
Her eyes drilled, blankly, into her son's. She had noticed, there was no doubt. The brown balls fixed
back on Youra once she was done with her weird silence. "You look amazing, by the way. You have
such a great shape." Ms Park studied the young girl’s frame. Youra's dress had a cinched waist that
accentuated her natural curves. The skirt reached all the way to the floor, skimming her hips and
bringing out her tall and slender figure.

Youra forced a shy smile. "Thank you. I hit the gym from time to time."

"Do you take any supplements?" Jimin was speechless. Was she being serious right now? She had
just asked the girl's name and now was inquiring about her calorie intake. His mother needed to be
put in a psychiatric centre.

Despite how awkward the question was, the girl shrugged. "I just workout a lot, that's it." She
sounded frustrated with the interrogation this mad woman was pushing her into. She placed a hand
on her waist, weary.

The older omega crossed her arms. She looked like a robot with that flat smile and blank
expression, gaze roaming the girl's body and then her son's. "Jimin could learn a thing or two from
you." Oh, fuck off. Could she cut this off for once? "She looks amazing," she commented to her son
like he didn't have a pair of eyes too. "How much do you weigh?"

The girl went pale. "Um… I don't know."

"Probably 40-something? Who's your nutritionist?"

"Mom, stop."

"I'm just asking—

"Could you leave? You're making her uncomfortable." Jimin didn't know where his rigid bravery
came from tonight. His mother did not appreciate his tone and she pursed her lips in a thin line.

“Is that… so?”

Youra nodded. “Sorry, I’m a bit shy.”

“My bad. It was nice to meet you, Youra." His mother let go of her pride and smiled at the girl.
"My son wants me to go so I guess I'll have to." Either she was a victim or a villain; she had each
role reserved for different scenarios. Having said this in private Jimin had no doubt his mother
would've slapped him silly. He was heating up a good scolding for when they went back to their
hotel.

After the woman walked away to her husband, casting a suspicious glance at them, Jimin felt a
sense of relief as if his lungs could function properly again. His gaze then unconsciously drifted
towards Jungkook, who was staring at Ms Park with utter disregard for the woman in front of him.

"Is your mother okay in the head?" His roommate said as soon as the woman left them alone. "That
felt like an interrogation."

"I apologize on her behalf. She's a bit psychotic." Jimin followed the alpha's eyes on his mother's.
What was he thinking, staring at her like that?

Youra remained silent, then turned to him. "Why did you lie to her? I’ve never played tennis. Only
golf."

"Are you seriously asking me that after seeing how she behaves?" Youra nodded in acceptance
before leaning forward and crossing her arms on the table.

"You're really good at lying."

"My parents made me this way."

Jimin swirled the wine in his glass, deep in contemplation as the silence between them hovered. He
was hoping to get drunk tonight and make the evening more enjoyable. His chest tightened with
anxiety as he awaited Kai's arrival. His parents couldn't know about what had been going on ever
since the first day of class—about his relationship with the Jeon heir.

Tonight, Jimin felt as though he were walking on eggshells and the way the predator’s gaze was
fixed on him threatened to shatter each shell and puncture his skin.

─────── ·ⅩⅩ· ───────

"You've grown so well. Last time I saw you was at your graduation, right? It feels like you've
grown a few inches just this summer!" Jungkook kept his eyes on the head moving through the
masses of bodies. That was Jimin's mother.

"How is my son this year? Are you two getting along?"

Another family.

"We haven't discussed his future yet but it would be great if he and Jungkook could go together on
this journey—

More talk.

"How do you feel now that you're the heir?"

Next.

"Have you thought about studying abroad?"

For each question, he took another cool shot of the whiskey he kept adding to the glass. Jungkook
had lost the thread of the conversation. More like he had cut it. He was more than used to the ass-
licking from every corner he was supposed to listen, but this time… this time Jungkook had a
distraction in the room.

He was so precious it hurt. His pretty hips were still leaning against the table, like a forgotten
outcast. Jungkook had given up on hiding his interest. He was close to giving up on hiding his
obsession at this rate, too. He didn't need to mask something that was bound to happen. However, if
he relieved what was under the tunic too soon, he would push Jimin to his end.

Envy was palpable in the air, as thick as the perfume-soaked music notes. He hadn't checked what
Jimin smelled like yet. His mind was jumping from one place to another, taking him whole in his
mind, tattooing his radiance in his eyes to see it tonight before sleeping.

He was truly lost now.

He wasn't surprised to see him with Youra. She was Kai's friend and there was no way to know if
they had deepened their relationship. Jimin had to know Youra had slept with him—which now
made Jungkook look even more like a whore.

But Jimin didn't need to worry about that. Kai’s friend had to know about his obsession with the
times that she had noticed his attention towards the bunny. Jungkook had ignored the girl. Jimin
shone too bright next to her, or anyone at all. It wasn't the white of his clothing that drew so much
attention. He himself in his flesh overshadowed anything next to him. It came to a point where, in
Jungkook's eyes, everyone's faces were shredded from their attractiveness after staring at Jimin for
too long. She was several heads taller than the bunny, yet she looked small, barely existing, on
Jungkook's radar.

Jungkook resumed with another cold drink. His suit burned against his skin. He had an empty
stomach and the amount of alcohol he was consuming had put the pedal out of the car. He was
racing no brake. Which meant revealing his deranged state to the world in the worst possible
location.

The alpha nodded at the question about his grades. Another classmate's parent had come to talk to
him and his father. The woman from before was someone's mother but Jungkook couldn't even
remember who was her daughter. She had made Jimin wary from his corner and that had felt like a
victory for the alpha.

He unconsciously touched his chest. His fingers slid over the thick texture of the tailored suit. The
old woman’s sharp nails from before tingled on his skin. It wasn't a sticky pulsing heat like the
touch of the omega that had infested his mind.
Just like at his brother's birthday party, Jungkook reacted harshly to someone else's touch. It felt
like the effect of an imprint. He hadn't been scented either, so it made no sense. His alpha felt
reluctant to touch other omegas —Jungkook himself felt uncomfortable by the skin contact.

He didn't have a word in his dictionary to cover that feeling with. Not an explanation, not an
excuse. He had accepted a time ago that his alpha, just like him, was attached to Jimin.

His rut had been triggered twice around Jimin. His mind had been disordered, the victim of a
hurricane from the moment he had him in his hands. And still, Jungkook couldn't have enough. It
was a bottomless binge that would never end. It was hard for him to imagine not looking Jimin's
way, searching for him and his attention.

The grand hall was an opulent and extravagant visual treat. It kind of hurt Jungkook's eyes with the
extreme decorations in every angle of his vision. High-class hybrids clothed in their classiest
designer wear mingled, holding glasses of champagne. The general atmosphere was cramped, with
a golden feeling emanating from the chandeliers and a murmur of people conversing. Everyone was
lost in their thoughts, consumed with self-importance, and eager to show off their wealth. They
gossiped about exotic vacations, only discussing the most exclusive destinations and luxury
accommodations. Others chatted about their latest purchases, between which they mentioned
actions in companies, houses in other countries and accessories limited to the rest of the world.
The pampered lifestyle was evident in their demeanour and mannerisms, and the waiters
circulating with trays of drinks were clearly an afterthought. Despite the exterior coated in glamour,
the underlying arrogance and lack of consideration were also evident.

Out of nowhere, a murmur exploded at the end of the hall. Jungkook rose his gaze from the edge of
the glass. The door opened and in walked two figures. The room fell silent as everyone turned to
look at the new guests. The alpha noticed a bluish colour somewhere and the distinguishable scent
of a certain omega was sensed through his nose. He raised a dark brow. "You invited him." He
affirmed without asking his father as soon as he saw Haneul's small face as a dot among the mass
of colours. "You fucking invited—"

"Your grandmother did."

His father responded with a calmness that enervated the other alpha's blood. He clenched his teeth
in annoyance. "That bitch…"

Kang-dae retaliated from the crowd, leaving his son to swallow the hindrance alone. "Deal with it."

"And why the fuck I'm just now discovering this?" Jungkook gripped the glass on the table with
force, resisting the urge to smash it on the floor instead. "And then I get blamed for killing someone
in this family." He took out a cigarette to keep him at bay, keep his hand busy to not beat someone
tonight. “You all are asking for it.”

His father hummed and looked away, leaving him alone to deal with the omega —stranger to
everyone— that was running to him. He was always rushing to meet him, doing anything to be
closer to Jungkook—unlike someone else. The alpha sighed quietly the little patience he had left.
From across the room the annoyance had skyrocketed to rage and then disappointment.

What a nice way to end this day.

Haneul was dressed in a pastel blue dress and carried himself with enthusiasm. The rumours of his
engagement to Jungkook had been circulating for weeks, and everyone was curious to see how the
situation would unfold. It was a silent secret Jungkook had never affirmed but that now was biting
him in the ass. As the boy made his way over to the alpha with a soft smile, Jimin watched from the
corner of the room, shocked. “You must be surprised to see me here.” Haneul adjusted the
suspender over his shoulders. He was dressed in blue satin silk that slid over his scrawny shoulders.
Around his neck was a choker encrusted with a gem. He was so bright it was starting to hurt
Jungkook's eyes.

The alpha looked at him taciturn for a few seconds and took a quick gulp. “This dinner is for
students.”
"Yes but—

“I’d like to hear what could you be doing here when you have no business with this university.”
Jungkook watched his lips tremble for a second, looking for a reaction. "Unless you've come here
uninvited."

Haneul clenched his hands together. He looked at the ground, shy. “I asked my father to take me
with him.” The other guests were murmuring about the two men, discussing their relationship and
the rumours of the engagement.

Jungkook shot a look at his own father. "What does that mean?"

"He's friends with the principal." His father was cut by the omega, smiling through the anxiety
Jungkook's clear disdain was giving him. “I knew there would be an event today, and my father has
been thinking about changing me to another university—

“Omegas get raped here.” Jungkook dropped the warning straight into the excuse he was being
pushed to swallow. "There are already a few alphas eating you with their eyes." Haneul pursed his
lips uncomfortably. “Stay in your protected nest. No need for excuses.”

“I’m not lying,” Haneul assured, his blue eyes shifting back to Jungkook’s. He had to twist his neck
to look at him. He looked small, at the height of his shoulders. “My father came here, he even
contacted your grandmother. But my real reason is…” His white gloves crumpled into a fist in his
hand. He kept glancing up and down, looking for words to convey whatever he was feeling right
now. “I wanted to have a chance to see you again.”

"Quite shameless, don't you think?" Jungkook wanted to intimidate him, grab a lock of his hair and
twist it between his fingers just to see him melt and apologize for being the pain in the ass he was.
“For someone that took advantage of alpha in his rut. Is this a family thing?” It was hypocrite to
speak about taking advantage of others when his history was packed with only wrongdoings.
Jungkook acted like a victim just to make the guy feel worse. Haneul didn't know the shit he had
done in the past —but something told him that even if he did, the guy would still lick the ground he
peed on. “You and your kind have no shame when it comes to inserting yourselves into other
people’s lives.” The truth was that he barely remembered that night after screaming in Haneul's
face. His mind had transformed that small face into Jimin's. His rut had exposed every bit of desire
he had left, making him a slave of his own body, of his own mind.

He was still mad at Min-su for bringing all those omegas to his door, parading like fresh meat for
some kind of royal banquet when all he wanted was a specific dish for his very high-quality taste.

Haneul immediately melted and lowered his head. His cheeks were tainted in red. “I know you're
still mad. I'm really… sorry for what I did. I was worried—

“I've been treating you with nothing but respect so far. And you know how hard it is to do that
when you're someone like me.” The alpha tapped his cigarette over his almost-empty glass of
scotch. Haneul followed the gesture, watching the ash sink into the watery liquid from the melting
ice over the hours. “Not everyone deserves my attention, even less my respect or consideration.”
The buzz from behind had escalated ever since the rumoured fiancé's entrance. Jungkook now had
another lump to take care of. "First you act like you've been picked, and then you try to get me to
breed you."

His bright stare twitched. Jungkook knew he had hit something in him by those words. It was the
truth. “I wanted to help. You were in pain and my first thought was to—!”

"Jeon." Haneul's father walked straight between them. Jungkook was offered a hand he didn't
shake. The man saw his lack of enthusiasm and retracted his hand on his son's shoulder. He forced
a smile. The wrinkles at the end of his eyes cracked. “I know our presence is a bit of a surprise.
This isn't my first time here. The principal and I have known each other for some time.”

“That doesn't explain the role my grandmother plays in this.” He knew exactly what they were
doing. He wasn't dumb. The chief was a power card that could influence the path of their future
through the heir they wanted so badly.
“I had to make sure she knew we would be here.” Jungkook looked around, searching for someone.
Haneul's father blinked at him, confused. "What's... what's wrong?"

"I'm looking for that woman." Jungkook twisted his neck, searching for her face in the crowd. The
alpha then placed the smoke back on his lips and sucked the hot air before his words could be
voiced. “Do you see her in this room?”

“No, Jeon—

“Yeah, exactly.” Jungkook stepped closer to the old alpha. He did not touch him, but he closed the
distance between the two enough for his hair strands to slip out to graze the man’s scalp. Haneul's
height had come from his father, for sure. “So if she's not here, and I'm the one that has to stand
here all night because someone has to guide the sheep somehow, why do you need to ask that
woman's permission? Explain to me, come on.”

“I understand how this must've looked, but—

"The chief has power over the Jeon, but that doesn't include me." Jungkook hit the cigarette over
the man's shoulder. Ash fell over his suit and the man glanced at it, getting worked up. “Sweet talk
my grandmother all you want. However, she will be of little use to you." The alpha clenched his
teeth. The small space between the two of them barely left room to raise his arm and remove the
ash staining the dark blue of the suit. “You have to convince me first, old man.”

Haneul's father nodded slowly, taking his words. It was obvious that he was ashamed of having
done this. “Haneul requested to be invited here.”

"Haneul should've asked me." Jungkook shifted his target to the omega. "Since you are so
submissive, shouldn't you avoid doing things that might upset the alpha you want to have?"
The omega rushed to nod. “I begged my father. This is all my fault. I’m aware this place is crowded
and not exactly private,” he fiddled with his fingers nervously, “I’ll ask your permission for the
next event, I promise.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw at the sentence. The little thing had taken it the other way around,
making this sound like Jungkook was worried for his safety, when, in fact, he couldn't care less. His
eyes grazed the spectators watching the exchange happen. His grandmother would soon know he
had pressured the family too much. Haneul had now the wrong idea, that he was worried for him or
just being the dominant guy of his dreams. And at the same time, in the very same room, another
omega was so disappointed in Jungkook that he wouldn't even glance his way.

The alpha respired through his nostrils. His father observed him from the other side. He had been
too harsh for the public eye —to the person supposed to shield Jimin from his family. Looking at
the tempo things were taking, Haneul was needed for some more time. There was no balance in
keeping him around while making sure Jimin knew he was on a higher level. But Jungkook still
picked protecting him before letting his advances on the omega seem that serious to his family.
Only his father knew how much he desired to have Jimin, and only he knew how hard it would be
to protect him until he agreed to be his —and finally put the official claim on him; the only thing
that would rescue him from the Jeon.

Jungkook nodded and surrendered. He did not show much enthusiasm for Haneul but tried to keep
his calm behaviour for him, unlike for his father. That way, the omega would think he had a softer
side for him, and his father would share the same opinion. His grandmother would still call him all
mad. “Notify me from now on.” Jungkook bit his tongue after his words.

This night felt eternal and the only way to make it less tortuous was to gulp down every drop from
the bottles behind him. The rumour of the alleged compromise had now become more of a
statement. The only saving grace was the lack of credibility in it. Jungkook had never picked an
omega or dated one. If it continued like this, Haneul family's confidence in getting what they
wanted would be relentless. The omega's father had left to chat with the principal, not before giving
his son a warm grip on his shoulder. He had to remember that he wasn't doing this only for himself.
If Haneul wished to live the rest of his life with the trump card that would make him one of the
luckiest omegas in the world, he had to accept Jungkook's rules. They both knew that it wouldn't be
easy, that the reason why his fiancé's position was empty was simply the lack of strength the
omegas that surrounded him had.
Haneul didn't mind. In his eyes everything was possible. Turning the grimace on the alpha's face
into adoration could take weeks, months, or even years. But he had been offered a great opportunity
that he would milk till the last drop. He did it for his family, but he also did it because of the
attraction he felt for Jungkook —something rare in his life, and that had just appeared to him as a
gift from God.

The omega watched the guy next to the drink stand. His appearance was so plain that it seemed like
a joke. Even his absence of makeup bothered Luis. It didn't suit him, anyway. Alphas didn’t wear
makeup —ah, right, he was an omega. Haneul concealed a smile. One thing was for sure, he was a
step ahead when it came to looks; his were much superior. The so-called Jimin guy had been
weighing on his mind, a persistent nuisance that refused to go away. But he was confident. He
knew there was stirred trouble between them. The omega hadn't glanced at them not even once,
regardless of the attention Jungkook kept offering him.

Haneul clung to his place next to the alpha, laughing when needed, and nodding when Jungkook
was agreeing with something. His eyes sparkled with the premonition of this being his future,
standing next to the heir he felt so enamoured with. The only thing Haneul needed was the alpha’s
hand on his waist and the attention he only gave to the annoying omega standing in the corner.

Jungkook would soon notice he didn't need him—that there was a much prettier flower in the
garden. He just hadn't realized yet the things Haneul could offer him.

And so, the alpha continued the night with the omega attached to his arm. He refused to let Haneul
touch him, but the thin omega didn't have to. Haneul made an effort to appear cute next to
Jungkook, allowing everyone to see how perfect he was for Jungkook even if the predator himself
couldn't see it. He flirtatiously preened every three seconds, showing himself small and delicate
next to the guy he would marry in the future.

For a split second, Jungkook wished to have at least a portion of care or interest for Haneul—taken
from the big scary fixation he had for the other omega. If he could just take a piece of that
obsession and give it to someone else, he wouldn't put Jimin through this shit, and he wouldn't
chase a prey that didn't want to be caught.

Too bad Jungkook was a natural predator.

─────── ·ⅩⅩ· ───────

He’d had to notice his mother to go pee or either she’d panic like she always did. So many glasses
of wine had his bladder on the verge of exploding. Jimin squirted several drops of gel over his palm
after using the toilet. Shaking his arm, he caught a whiff of the body lotion he was smeared with
tonight.

As the faucet poured water relentlessly, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. The stream
drowned out the sound of laughter in the background, but the taste lingered in his mind. His eyes
appeared visibly tired, and the glow he had at the beginning of the night seemed to be fading —at
least, that's what he thought. Jimin left his hands forgotten in the cascade of water in the sink, lost
in thought about the scene he had just escaped from. Despite his gaze fixed on the mirror, all he
could see was the vivid memory of the room he had left behind. Haneul.
He wasn't sure why, but he wasn't surprised. The guy had been at their university before, he had
been in Jungkook's phone, he had been there for him in his ruts, and now, he was here, with them,
blending seamlessly into the image of richness that Jungkook's name gave. Jimin was convinced
the guy had been even in Jungkook's dorm. He seemed like the pushy kind but that didn't excuse
the advances Jungkook spoon-fed himself.

The omega was silent. The alcohol had successfully numbed part of him tonight. It hurt him less to
see that picture this time.

Was Haneul supposed to take his place now?

Jimin let out a weak chortle. There was no room for him there. The seat next to the alpha had no
exclusivity, not when anyone could sit there.

The only thing he had confirmed was that Haneul wasn't an official fiancee but he was trying to win
that place. Jimin had stolen a few glances at them whenever Jungkook wasn't looking at him. The
omega was trying to stick to him as best he could but was ignored like he didn't exist to the alpha.

He turned off the tap. His eyelids drooped sleepily. He wasn't drunk but felt drained. Seeing so
many faces he didn't want to see felt overwhelming.

The click of the door at the back of the room raised his gaze to the mirror inches from his face.
Jimin's attention shot to the background behind him. His body tensed as he encountered Jungkook's
prone figure leaning against the door.

A thin black thread hung across his forehead, cutting his face in two with a black line. His
symmetry was undimmed, and like a mirror looking back at its own reflection, the eyes that rose to
stare at him from the distance of the doorway were the exact same distance.
"Getting in an omega's bathroom? You truly have no shame." Jimin's hands trembled with anxiety
as he struggled to compose himself under the unwavering gaze behind him. Droplets of water
slipped from his shaking fingers, trickling down the creases and wrinkles of his palms. "I have to
admit, your insistence is one of a kind." he said, his hands still damp as he smoothed them down
the length of his attire, leaving a wet trail that seeped through the fabric and onto his skin."Even a
kid knows when to give up."

Jungkook let his head fall back against the door frame. His perfectly combed hair slipped further
over his forehead. Deep down Jimin wished he didn't pay this much attention to every stupid detail
on his face so that he could ignore the awareness he had now developed about this guy. "I lose my
maturity when it comes to you. But I know you're tired of hearing that."

"You have that effect on others," Jimin snorted, letting his ass stick over the edge of the sink
counter. He folded his arms, hiding his trembling nerves against his chest. The thin fabric lost
thickness with every second it was observed by the predator. The white was drained of its colour,
its opacity. Jimin was easily undressed, but he refused to admit this psychological effect he never
got used to. "Tiring and annoying as fuck."

Insults never hurt Jungkook enough, apparently. The fucker took them with pride; he marinated in
them. A tease thrown on the board was an invitation for him to pull a new card.

"And it still gets to you," he murmured confidently. The alcohol coiled on his tongue could barely
be breathed in the air that lifted his words, syllable by syllable, to the omega's ear. However, his
usual regretful tone this time bordered on anger but was still tethered to the corner of desperation at
not being heard. Jimin dug his nails into the inside of his arms, eyes never leaving the huge target at
the door. His temples throbbed with fear of what would happen in the next few minutes. His parents
—his parents were close. This was not the same context as always, and Jungkook knew that. The
triumphant gleam in his fangs raised in a smile was ringing in success. "You noticed already, huh."

“You drain me.” Jimin let out a weary sigh “If this is a test to see who’s more stubborn then you
should know by now that I’m—
"You're hard to bend, yeah." Jungkook finished. "It's a part of you I enjoy exploiting." His exposed
neck drifted into the unbuttoned shirt's open space. In the dim light of the bathroom corner, his
choker gleamed on his skin beneath the bitten darkness. It was his hair that held him together, that
kept him from becoming a shambles. But it was hard to see. The telltale perception that snitched on
him was distorted by his beauty. Jimin could feel it; the same snake he'd once wrapped around,
sliding up to his ankle — coiling around his leg. The scales' wet weight was a figment of his
imagination. He hadn't drunk that much, had he?

“Move on, Jungkook,” Jimin pressed, collected. “You have an omega waiting for you downstairs.”
Anyone who saw him would have thought he didn't care. He did not, but the lack of care was hard
to carve in his chest. It was unfair to feel this way after everything he'd been through; he had yet a
battle to pick with himself, too. Perhaps over time, he'd get used to being disappointed and one day,
finally, give up on feeling anything at all.

"An omega that I didn't invite." Jungkook's chest swelled quietly. He was sweating. The beginning
of his pectorals peeked through the unbuttoned black shirt. The combination fitted him like a glove
on his finger. Everything was as heavy and moist as his sedative voice and gaze drenched in honey.
"And that I couldn't even focus on." Jungkook pressed against the door, shoulders down. His back
slid on the wood until he almost bent his knee. His eyebrows trembled to frown as his lips tried to
find words to say. "You've come tonight looking like you don't have me sleepless every night,
acting like you don't conquer every minute of my thoughts."

“Is this romantic bullshit also in your playboy manual?” Jimin prompted. “Or are you improvising
this time?” The alpha pursed his mouth, frustrated yet too drunk to get mad about it. A smile
appeared between his wet lips. Jimin let his hip weigh on the marble counter. The muffled murmur
outside was rinsing sweat at the back of his hair. His parents were close, somewhere in that hall.
“That thing you’re feeling is called mental illness,” he whispered and stretched out his arms on the
counter, his weight scooting along the wet granite.

“This is a chronic one, I fear,” the alpha whispered back with a sticky laugh that sounded a bit more
mean than usual, probably from the alcohol he'd been drinking non-stop ever since Jimin had
crossed those doors. The omega had been too aware, again, for his own good. "I don't even want to
get rid of it."
“I suggest you do,” Jimin murmured, glancing at the watch at the corner. He needed to go. His
omega was bad at dealing with this dude and he himself wasn’t in his best state.

Still, his feet refused to fall for the trap. If he went near that door he was going to end up slammed
into it. "You can tell, huh." Jungkook smiled after staring at his thoughtful expression. He looked
even nastier when tipsy. Like he was about to pop a fucking boner. Was he even tipsy? Jimin
clenched at the edge of the counter. "I'd fuck you right here, and make you gasp my name while
your daddy licks everyone's ass in that room." He was being provoked. Jungkook wanted to have
him worked up again. The alpha's split tongue slid over his front lily-white teeth and they clinked
wet from his spit. The gleam reflected in the ivory between his lips vied to dampen the tinkle of
light in those black eyes. “You know my ways tonight. Came prepared, mm?" The sound of the
running water provided a soft background noise to the tension-filled air. Jungkook couldn't help but
admire the way Jimin's muscles flexed as he pushed himself closer to the counter, his jaw set and
his vision narrowed.

“Don’t waste your time. Go back to that guy you have waiting right now.” The omega winced as
the alpha approached, realizing there was no way out. The bathroom felt like an endless tunnel,
with no refuge in its slender cubicles. With his long legs, the alpha easily covered the distance from
the door to the sink in just a few strides. Jungkook's hand slammed against the counter, followed by
another over Jimin's left hand before he could turn to the other side of the cramped space. With his
broad shoulders blocking any chance of escape, Jungkook cornered him, pressing him against the
edge of the marble sink and forcing him to stand close, with the hard surface digging into his hip.

“I didn’t invite Haneul here.”

“Yes you fucking did,” Jimin spat harsher than he had intended. Jungkook’s denial on this only
made him look even more like a liar. It felt insulting to watch him attempt to fool Jimin and get
mad at the omega for not falling for his lies.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. The sound felt sharp. “I’ve never invited him anywhere.” The alpha
breathed against his neck. “Did I tell you how lonely I felt that week? I had to grind like a feral dog
against every surface—
“I don't want to hear—

“Thinking it was you who I had beneath me.” Jimin pursed his lips. lies. He was lying. “I told you
that day when you first asked me.” The day he had let this beast fuck him. He didn’t even want to
remember it. “…and I never lied once about it. Haneul is no one. A tool, if I had to give him a
label. One to protect…” Jungkook darted at the ground. His hair grazed over the omega’s shoulder.
He cut down his own words, leaving Jimin lost in conflict.

The omega stared at him, masking his confusion with an eye roll Jungkook brushed off with a
grimace. "I didn't ask. I need you to start assimilating that I don't care."

"I'm just making it clear before the ball gets bigger, because I know it will," Jungkook soughed,
pushing his face closer to the omega's. Like a domino effect, each closeness shortened by the alpha
was lengthened by the omega, who pushed his face back, away from the heat radiating from the
predator’s voice.

“Lying again. Do you not get tired? Be honest with your intentions and stop trying to include me in
your stupid game.”

Jungkook's gaze lingered on him, his mind seemingly lost in contemplation. It was evident from the
way he breathed that he’d had one too many drinks. “You look so worked up even though you just
said you don’t care.”

“You brought this up,” Jimin grunted yet his tone irked half a smile from the alpha, endeared. “This
funny to you?”

“No I'm just melting right now,” Jungkook murmured and pressed his waist harder on the omega's
dick. “This closeness feels like heaven right now. Therapy, I'd say.” Jimin prayed for someone to
open the door out of nowhere so he'd run for his life. “I locked the door,” said the alpha drunk in
the closeness, like he just checked his last thought. "You'll run from me again if I don't."
"What makes you think I won't scream?"

"Do that and you'll be sucking on my tongue till this night ends." Jungkook turned his face away
from the crook of the bunny’s shoulder to stare at him.

"I'll rip it off. Don't fucking test me bitch." Jimin growled, his tone laced with anger and frustration.

Jungkook grinned. "Bitch, huh." He wasn't touching him. He hadn't crossed the space to his skin
yet. He was so close that Jimin could feel the throbbing in his face. The smell of smoke and alcohol
jigged with his words. His nostrils pushed a hefty whiff against the cupid of his lips. “You don't
want to listen, you hit me, you spit in my face, you call me a liar, and you disappear from my sight.
And now I'm a bitch. That's mean.”

“Oh shut the fuck up,” Jimin snorted. He had a record lately in which he kept hitting the alpha.
Jungkook's waist didn't propel against his, but the bunny still felt caged and the hard cold of the
edge hurt his skin from trying to push himself away from the predator. “You really think you have
the upper hand here,” he gasped in disbelief. He never looked scared or at the verge of panic the
way Jimin did.

Jungkook dropped the smile. “I never had it.” His fingers tightened against the counter. Jimin could
hear the rough tips slip over the marble in a quiet squeal. "I pretended to have it, but it's hard to fool
a harsh omega like you."

“Weak, you mean,” Jimin interjected in an attempt to irk the guy into losing that sneaky
confidence.

The alpha raised a corner. "Yeah, weak. I am." He cast a glance at the bunny's neck. “For you.”
“Go back to your omega, Jungkook. Seriously.” That comment riled the predator.

“He’s not my omega.”

“He is.”

“What do I have to do to make you believe me?”

“Nothing. You’re soon to be engaged. Focus on the excuse you’ll give that poor guy you’re about
to marry.”

Jungkook sighed. “If I had any intention of doing that I wouldn’t be here trying to breath near you
for more than a second because you’ve had me fasting for weeks.”

“Then why is he around you?” Why couldn’t he be clear? “I’ve seen Haneul waiting at the gates
before. You want to tell me he’s a no one but you’ve been chatting with him countless times and
now you’re trying to make me—“ The expectant look of the alpha froze his tongue, trembling the
pool of saliva in his mouth. Jimin gritted his teeth. Jealous. Trying to make him jealous. He
swallowed the seizing bitter ball down his throat. He wouldn't dare sentence himself with that
word. “Why did you bring him that n…?” Jimin tried to follow the question about that night. But
his pride cut his vocal cords. Asking him why he had embarrassed him like that, seriously? He
clearly never learned.

Jungkook seized his jaw between his fingers. "He doesn't mean anything." Jimin forced his eyes to
look away despite the distance. The alpha’s fingers dug into his cheek, but there was no pain in his
grasp this time. "I could sit you here and explain to you why he came out of nowhere." He breathed
against his lips, “But you refuse to listen to me, won't even believe me."

"You don't help me trust you." Jungkook’s hold switched to a caress. He thumbed the omega’s
cheek softly, so softly Jimin felt his legs weaken at the sensation and the scent of that intoxicating
cologne coming from his neck —turning him into butter that was ready to glide down the predator's
open palm. Deep down, where not even he dared to peek out, he wanted to thrust his nose into that
neck and mark it down. Bite on the flesh until the alpha in front of him was deeply in pain —and
unavailable to anyone but Jimin. Silly fucking omega. "Just leave me alone, Jungkook."

If it wasn't for his stronger —much more developed— rational side, Jimin would be done.

“I want to leave you alone. I wish I could. But I keep having this bad feeling." Jungkook’s
shoulders tensed out of nowhere. "Things will get worse between us from now on."

Jimin frowned. "The fuck does that mean?" Things were already shit between them.

"I'd already made up my mind about what's coming. But," The alpha gazed at him, suddenly lost of
words. "Fuck it. You’ll hate me for this. I promise I’ll ask next time."

"What?" Jimin jumped when he saw his face getting closer.

He leaned in, his breath hot against Jimin's cheek, his lips hovering just millimetres from the
omega's. "Just know this won't be the last," the omega was assured with confidence. His hands
shifted from the air to the bunny’s waist. Jimin was suddenly pushed on the alpha's chest, his lips
full of the damp mouth shutting the air out of his lungs. He tried to resist, tried to turn his head
away, but Jungkook wouldn't let him. The alpha tilted his head, his lips finding Jimin's with a fierce
hunger that took the blond by surprise. He kissed him hard, dominating the omega completely. His
hands ran over Jimin’s body, exploring every inch of him he didn’t have access to the past torturing
days. Jimin fought to breathe but only found his way to Jungkook's tongue. He stood there in
shock, watching —feeling— himself slipped away for a second before his brain collected him back
to his senses.

Jimin felt himself responding to Jungkook's touch, his hands losing strength. The kiss was
passionate and intense, filled with a raw desire neither the predator nor the omega could control.
The bunny’s tongue was completely conquered by the expert mouth sucking him in. Jungkook's
hand grasped his hip, desperate to glue the omega to his bones, to tattoo the fever of his skin into
his. But Jimin refused to let the alcohol blur his decisions.

His mind blocked the heavenly sweet scent coming from Jungkook ’s neck and his hands pushed
the guy. The omega shoved the hard chest away, breath heaving with the intensity of the moment.
He stared at Jungkook, his eyes blazing with a mix of desire and anger. Jimin was aware that
Jungkook was drunk, maybe much more than him. His guard was down around him, and the
alcohol made it more obvious with how easily he'd been pushed off the omega. Jungkook backed
off, almost losing his balance. He watched the omega with a hungry shine that reflected the dim
light over their heads.

"You can't just do that," Jimin groaned, his voice low and husky. “Not when you'll get back to that
omega when you cross that door.” He tried to catch his breath.

The alpha just broke into a chuckle. "It's almost gone," he whispered with a sad hint of a smile. His
hand reached for Jimin's mouth; still damp from the heated kiss he had broken seconds ago. The
predator’s rough thumb erased the colour off the omega’s lips and he shamelessly licked the gloss,
tattooing it on his tongue as he stared into the omega’s eyes. “Don't wear it this if it isn't to kiss me,
for fuck’s sake.”

That day flashed in Jimin’s mind. That day he, in all his confidence, made sure to make him never
touch that gloss again —because he wanted to reserve that lusty shine for him only, for his own
desire.

The door behind his tall frame swung open. Jimin's eyes widened in embarrassment as he realized
that Jungkook had never locked it —his mother could've stepped in at any of the few seconds the
stolen kiss had lasted. The random guy that had just opened the toilet glanced back and forth at the
omega gasping for air and an unimpressed alpha staring straight at him.

"J-Jeon?" While Jimin was on the verge of bursting from outrage, the predator was unbothered by
the unexpected intrusion.

“I thought this was the alpha’s bathroom,” Jungkook whined in fake confusion. The dude was
fucking drunk, no doubt about that. "Excuse the intrusion, you two." He glanced at Jimin one last
time before slipping from the frame, making the door look small next to him.

The random strangers stared at the bunny. “What were you doing with—

“Nothing,” Jimin spat out, eyes bulging in panic.

The boy adjusted his glasses, clearly not believing him. “Your face looks red.”

“No it's not. Move.” Before being questioned Jimin dashed to the door, now with bare lips whose
lipstick had been licked away against his will. He would ask his mother for some more later, just to
piss Jungkook off.

Jimin strolled back to the main corridor upstairs. The muffled voices rose in volume once outside.
There was no sight of the alpha —he had left minutes ago while he struggled to get out of the
uncomfortable situation he'd been put in thanks to the sudden appearance of a stranger trying to
pee.
His feet hurt with the high boots he'd used for the first time tonight. Jimin took the excuse to lean
on the wall to check on them, and also reset himself from the previous minutes Jungkook had
cornered him with.

Jimin glanced at the dim elongated section of the hall. He'd been convinced he was alone until his
attention landed on a dark silhouette that seemed to be hiding in the dark spot where the light
couldn't hit because of the column. Such was his surprise when he realized who the person was.

The pretty omega from before was now standing propped up with his phone in hand, legs crossed
together.

Jimin was speechless for a second, to the point he had to double-take.

Haneul.

How long had he been standing there? The blond adjusted his tunic and turned to go downstairs,
pretending he hadn't seen him.

"I thought you would be over him by now." Jimin stopped in his tracks at the comment emerging
from the corner of the hall. He turned around, brown gaze locking with Haneul’s blue one, hidden
in the darkness of the balcony. "I was wrong."

"That's none of your business," Jimin was quick to react. What was with this dude now? He
sounded too fucking confident. "Are you waiting for me to drop him so you can have my
leftovers?"
The word bothered him. Haneul tightened his grasp on his phone. Had Jungkook seen him standing
there? It didn’t look like it. The omega was quite close to the restroom so it wasn't farfetched to
think he'd been listening to them through the door like a creep and hid when Jungkook walked
out."It's not a matter of you dropping him. I'm just disappointed," Jimin frowned, confused. The
audacity in Haneul's tone was rigid. It unnerved him. "... knowing you're chasing someone who
won't be with you."

So now he was the mistress here?

"Is that what he told you?" Jimin laughed. "He must've skipped the parts where he chases me.
Unless you are in denial, of course." Minrae was too.

"I'm being realistic." Haneul drew his arms across his chest. It was infuriating how forthright his
gestures were when Jungkook wasn't around. He sounded like a different person —the kind that
triggered Jimin's anger. “His interest has always been a shared thing. Just don't take it for
confirmation of… him wanting you—

"You’re getting confused." Nerves fought to take over him. He needed to act calm. The omega in
front of him was not the first to attack him over the predator. They all had that audacity on them
because Jungkook feed them that. He had assured them a place next to him with his words full of
bullshit about how much he desired them, how special they were. Jimin was told the same as
everyone. He, at least, was distrustful enough to recover back to reality. “You can have him all you
want.”

“Then leave him alone.”

"Unless you are dumb, which seems to be the case, you'd know by now I'm the one that wants to be
left alone." His bare lips called him a liar, but Jimin knew his voice spoke his honesty. “I don't care
if he’s a Jeon. I don't chase anyone.” Jimin squeezed the cylinder of the railing, surprising his
words tighter between his lips. “I have enough self-respect to know no alpha deserves that.”
“…” Haneul remained mute. The thread of light escaping from the restroom door ajar landed over
his face, brightening only a side of his iris. The crystal blue looked empty, with a black dot that
made his gaze look like a feline.

“Jungkook is the last person worth to chase.” Jimin finally twisted his body and turned away.
Before stepping into the main hall downstairs, he gave one last look back at the omega. “But have
fun with my trash. He's good in bed, at least."

His words were sincere, but on the other side, it had hurt to get them off his chest. Jimin's hatred for
Jungkook barely enclosed the fresh wound he was covering with sand. He pretended that there
wasn't a hole hidden deep down in his body. Part of the hope he had for Jungkook was falling apart
everytime he saw Haneul next to him.

Jimin walked back to the hall, eyes at the front, collecting his pride between his trembling hands.
Haneul could have that dude all he wanted. They could get married for all he cared. Even if he truly
hated this situation, Jimin would rather shut himself down and swallow his suffering before letting
his pride be stained again. He was still in the process of cleaning up the traces of what Jungkook
had done, and the goal, this time, was to not let another stain hit the metal.

The omega searched for his parents. The place where they used to be was gone. Jimin frowned in
surprise. The music was distracting him from his thoughts. He walked over to the inward-opening
balcony, on the opposite side of where Haneul stood. Among so many heads he couldn't distinguish
his parents'. Had they gone to the restroom? Jimin held onto the edge of the balcony. There was
only one bathroom set and if his mother had been close to it, she must've seen—

It wasn't until he looked down to one of the hidden corners of the room that he saw one of his
parents. His father stood in his red suit, chatting earnestly with another man. Jimin's face went pale
as he tried to peek out to see better. His angle of view was hiding the other guest due to the bulging
shape of the inner balcony. His earrings hung in the air as he stuck his head out a bit more and his
eyes landed on Jungkook’s father.
He didn't know what was about this that made him so restless, but his father's demeanour around
Jungkook's father didn't look like they just met. Jimin watched the predator listen uninterested to
Mr Park, who looked irritated. He had his fist clenched, jaw clenching in tension. They weren't
arguing. The snake predator seemed hard to provoke. However, Jimin knew his father's facial
expressions like the back of his hand. He knew that pose. Chatting with someone he hadn't just met.
His eyes weren't sparkling like they usually did when he fished for a new possibility in the sea of
opportunities that these events offered. He was relaxed, confident even.

They knew each other.

And that rose a wave of cold air down the omega's spine.

A gasp was heard in the distance. The doors opened again, and Jimin yanked his attention to them.
Most heads turned to see who was this guest. The party had started a long time ago, and even the
principal was already there. Whoever was this, they were late.

Jimin's heart sank when he saw a long leg walk into the room, followed by a mass of muscles
holding up a dimpled man. His sharp eyes met everyone and the guests bowed slightly at his sight.

But he wasn't alone.

The omega's knees buckled at the sight of his friend attached to the man, both hands gripping his
bulky arm. His eyes grew moist, suddenly parched. Jimin blinked multiple times to confirm what
he was witnessing. Jin was present, adorned in a simple black dress —he hated dresses. The
omega's soul shattered into a million fragments when his friend raised his head. Several bruises
adorned his face, visible beneath the makeup. His arms were marred with purple marks that stood
out through the delicate fabric of the dress. He was so frail that even his wrist bones looked like
bulges under his hands. His complexion was pallid, devoid of warmth, yet embellished with a
disgusting vivid makeup attempting to conceal a stark reality.
Chapter End Notes

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next part will be a bit more heated! What I wanted to say
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 Time over
Chapter Summary

"He could do nothing but watch how his own actions had hurt the person he now wanted to
protect the most."

Chapter Notes

IM BACKKKKKKKK <333 (the slowest writer on ao3 yasss)

20k words this time bc this chapter has to end in a certain part so don't throw tomatoes at me
already :3

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PLS KEEP IN MIND THERE ARE MENTIONS OF
STUFF
⚠️RAPE AND OTHER TRIGGERING

See the end of the chapter for more notes

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"Stick to him,” his father had said as he entered the room. Haneul was well aware that he would not
be welcomed with a smile. He was dealing with a straightforward alpha who didn't play games
when it came to being twisted into situations he didn't want to be in. That's why the omega was
bracing himself for the harsh words he'd hear as he got closer to him. His expression was as hostile
as his body language. Jungkook’s empty gaze landed on the omega with such a betitling demeanour
that he almost burst into tears just to see if he could soften the alpha in some way — but he was
certain Jungkook wasn’t the kind of man to be affected by an omega’s vulnerability, or anyone’s.
Standing next to him, the omega couldn't help but wonder if this predator treated the guy in the
corner the same way he did. Haneul couldn't imagine Jungkook, who had just looked like he was
about to choke him in place, not treating that Jimin guy the same way. It was difficult to imagine
him treating this blonde beta — or whatever he was — in a gentler manner.

It piqued his interest.

They constantly exchanged furtive glances, stealing quick looks at one another whenever the other
wasn't paying attention. Haneul couldn't shake off the feeling of being invisible, as if he were
transparent like a thin sheet of plastic. Despite being right by Jungkook's side, the omega felt
unnoticed, while the Jimin guy didn’t seem to care about his presence. With each exchanged glance
between them, Haneul's existence was minimized to nothing. He felt insulted. It angered him, but
the target here was the omega.

Haneul knew that the alpha next to him was a tough nut to crack. He didn't expect things to be easy
with Jungkook. It would be a real challenge to win him over but having someone like that prey
around only made things worse for him. As long as that obstacle existed, Haneul had zero control
over this situation. Dealing with a guy like Jungkook was already hard enough; he didn't need pests
like Jimin to distract him.

The distraction was for sure strong. Haneul had been replaying, over and over again, every second
of that short scene where in the middle of a rut, Jungkook had rejected him. Not just rejected him
but asked —begged— for someone else. Someone who was far from ever looking like Haneul,
someone who had nothing Haneul needed to be jealous of.

The omega searched through the crowd. Jungkook had left his side minutes after the annoying pest
he was fixated on went upstairs to the bathroom. It was so disrespectful to leave a guest that had
come for you in the middle of such a celebration. Haneul had watched Jimin leave first, then,
followed, Jungkook had brushed off the omega’s existence and dipped towards the same stairs that
made their way to the omega bathroom.

Haneul wasn’t stupid.

He glanced at Jungkook’s father. The old man was approached by another alpha. Everyone, just
like them, was busy chatting.

Minutes went on as he looked down at his own feet, lost in thought. Were those two arguing now?

Haneul took a small sip and dashed towards the stairs, dodging the standing frames scattered all
over the room. He needed to know what he was missing in all of this. The more information he
could have on what was going on would be essential to have a better understanding of the situation.

His feet took him to the door. The omega’s restroom was closed but he could sense the alpha’s
presence inside. Shadows shifted over the line of light beneath the door frame. The corridor was
empty, isolated from the loud chatting downstairs. So, the omega took the chance and glued his ear
to the surface of the door. It was hard to see in the dark. The lights were off.

He could hear some chatting, it sounded heated. Jungkook’s voice was blurry to his ears. He was
talking slowly, with a hint of teasing in his tone. Despite how hard it was to decipher what he was
saying Haneul was amazed by how different the guy sounded now. He didn’t sound firm, just
confident. The stark contrast of his behaviour compared to what Haneul had been welcomed with
sparked a pang of pain in his chest.
He wasn’t used to not being the special one. Haneul would always be treated with more care than
other omegas. The men and women who courted him gave their all to get his attention, and that
included making sure he knew he was on a higher pedestal than the rest of the omegas they had on
their list. But this guy… this guy had never been this weirdly flirty with him. On all those
occasions he’d had contact with Jungkook there was respect and some firm smiles that looked more
like clear signs of dominance than basic charisma.

Haneul remembered the number of glasses he saw the guy drink and it hit him. He was drunk.

Jungkook’s shoes drifted away along with his shadow, and his words became distant. The omega
gritted his teeth. The voice faded from his ear until it became an indecipherable murmur. Haneul
couldn’t even grasp a single word. They were whispering.

He then noticed the silhouette of a boy coming up the stairs and didn’t think twice before he
unglued himself from the door and ran to stand in the corner, acting like he was waiting for
someone. The stranger walked straight to the door. He didn’t look Haneul’s way. Probably didn’t
even notice his presence from how dark the upstairs open corridor was.

It all happened so fast. Haneul remained behind the column, frozen in his tracks as he peeked his
eyes from the large marble body hiding his frame. Light flashed into the corridor and shimmered
from the door that had just been swung open. The stranger gasped at the sight of the predator and
Jimin inside. He murmured something, tone incredulous, and Jungkook grinned. The alpha looked
almost in ecstasy. Haneul’s palm felt warm as he imagined how sizzling his skin must have felt. He
was tipsy, his relaxed stance stated so.

Panic washed over him when Jungkook spoke again and stepped out. The omega hid the best he
could in the dark, but it seemed unnecessary; Jungkook went straight downstairs, all satisfied with
himself.
A few minutes later the blond walked out of the restroom. Anger throbbed in Haneul’s chest when
he realized, thanks to the light behind, that Jimin’s lips no longer had any lipstick on them. His gaze
zoomed on the lack of glossiness in his mouth as if it had been brushed in the messiest way. He
considered staying in his place, but it was so painfully obvious they’d been kissing that Haneul
couldn’t stop himself.

"I thought you would be over him by now." Jimin stopped in his tracks at the comment emerging
from the corner of the hall. He turned around, brown gaze locking with Haneul’s blue one, hidden
in the darkness of the balcony. "I was wrong."

He was convinced he had broken the stupid couple, that he had cut their ties somehow. Unless
Jimin was dumber than his kind was already, Haneul couldn’t understand why he would allow
Jungkook around knowing he’d called another lover for his rut. Did he know the truth?

No way. Not even Jungkook knew the truth. And Haneul prayed that remained that way or he’d be
targeted by not just anyone, but the most unhinged Jeon in that family.

"That's none of your business," Jimin was quick to react. "Are you waiting for me to drop him so
you can have my leftovers?"

Leftovers. Haneul’s blue eyes darkened. The guy had just called the alpha a leftover as if he wasn’t
a mere prey that years ago wouldn’t have been allowed in this university.

This was the reason Haneul hated these creatures with such a passion. Their egos were inflated to
the point of believing they were on par with predators. This guy wasn’t even supposed to be rich.
This wasn’t where he belonged. Prey were meant to serve predators throughout their lives, as that
was the natural order. No amount of blending or diversity could conceal the truth: prey were
inferior beings, at the bottom of the food chain, with lower intellectual capabilities, lesser beauty,
and merely seen as sustenance by the rest of the world.
Haneul hadn’t noticed the acidic hatred aching to spurt out of his mouth until seconds later when he
realized his hand was curled into a fist. "It's not a matter of you dropping him. I'm just
disappointed." Jimin frowned. There was clear confusion on his face. "... knowing you're chasing
someone who won't be with you."

A Jeon, with a prey? Their whole lineage was predator after predator. There wasn’t a single prey
tainting their genes. That was how it needed to be. Their blood was superior to these low-life
creatures, to these cockroaches trying to fit in a predator’s place.

The blond omega stared. He seemed unaffected by those words. "Is that what he told you?" Jimin
scoffed. "He must've skipped the parts where he chases me. Unless you are in denial, of course."

"I'm being realistic." Haneul drew his arms across his chest. His beliefs were confirmed by the
confidence in the lowlife’s words. The guy’s ego had been inflated by a little bit of attention from a
high-class alpha. And now the poor thing was acting like he wasn’t just a toy for the snake predator.
“His interest has always been a shared thing. Just don't take it for confirmation of… him wanting
you—”

"You’re getting confused", Jimin spoke. “You can have him all you want.”

“Then leave him alone.” As long as this dude kept seducing Jungkook around Haneul would be still
far from getting that engagement confirmed.
"Unless you are dumb, which seems to be the case, you'd know by now I'm the one that wants to be
left alone. I don't care if he’s a Jeon. I don't chase anyone.” Jimin squeezed the edge of the railing.
“I have enough self-respect to know no alpha deserves that.”

Ha. Was he serious? Haneul bared a smile. This bitch really thought he was better than him. With
what? His looks were far from being on his level, not even his voice had the same sweet tilt as him
and now he was so sure a creature like him was worthy of respect. He needed to be thankful
Jungkook was even looking his way.

“…” Haneul remained mute. The thread of light escaping from the restroom door ajar landed over
his face, brightening only a side of his iris.

Jimin finally twisted his body and turned away. “Jungkook is the last person worth chasing.”
Before stepping into the main hall downstairs, he gave one last look back at the omega. “But have
fun with my trash. He's good in bed, at least."

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The conversation with Haneul had faded into the background. And the discovery of seeing his
father chatting with Kang-dae, too. The entire world around him seemed to condense into a single
small point. Jimin's eyes squinted like binoculars, focusing on only one person.

There he was, quiet while his alpha talked to everyone else. Jimin's lips began to tremble. It was
becoming increasingly difficult to resist the urge to call out his name and make him look his way.
His fist clenched tightly, almost suffocating the balcony railing.

The young man who had just entered looked like a ruined shell that Namjoon had meticulously
shattered, bit by bit, until the omega part of him was completely obliterated and put together to the
alpha's liking.

Jimin couldn't take his eyes off the scene. His fingertips became icy, and he clutched the railing
even more tightly. A suffocating pressure gripped his chest, robbing him of oxygen until his face
matched the colour of the walls. His heart pounded hard against his temples, its rhythm awakening
a migraine.

In his haste to reach the lower floor, he hurried down the stairs, nearly stumbling. The crowd
seemed to obstruct his advances, frustrating him. Too many people impeding his path, preventing
him from reaching his friend. "Jin!" he squealed, his voice brimming with dread. Tears threatened
to spill from his eyes. Why was his body so crushed? His face was pale and devoid of any color or
glimmer of happiness.

He didn’t know what to feel or do; if to throw all the bottles on the table to that alpha's head or
snatch his friend and run away far from this hell.
Jin's eyes remained on the ground. His tall figure had been minimized to a kid's one. He had lost his
mischievous grace. There was only the phantom left of what used to be a bright presence. Because
that was what alphas did to omegas. They stole their light and sucked their souls out. It was a
requirement if one wanted to make a doll out of their partner.

“You took too long in the restroom,” his mother said as she walked towards him. Her hand grazed
Jimin’s arm but he yanked his body off her reach. The woman blinked, confused. Jimin was in a
panic. His eyes could not move from Jin's sad stance at the door. "Jimin."

"I can't believe this," he whispered, stuttering in horror. He was relieved to see his friend alive. Just
like Jungkook had told him, Namjoon hadn't killed him. Yet.

It seemed that death would have been the best end. The beast supposed to be his partner had
mercilessly battered his body. Jimin could clearly see the weight he had lost, evident in his slimmer
frame. Prominent lines marred his neck, and beneath the layers of makeup, there were faint
remnants of a black eye and bruises on his arms and cheek. Jimin's blood began to boil at the sight
of it, igniting a fiery rage within him.

His figure was naturally lean, but the definition in his limbs had become sharper. The mild contours
of his bones were more visible, puttering from beneath the layers of skin and muscle, giving his
movements a tired flow. His slender arms and legs dangled from his torso, barely supported by his
pointed shoulders. The sharp curves of his collarbones and the prominence of his wrist bones
created a decorative image of his presence. Jimin was afraid that if he blinked again, the guy would
vanish into thin air. There was a vulnerability and fragility in his demeanour that spoke of what he
had seen and suffered this entire time Jimin had been praying for him to be alive.

"That's enough, what's with you tonight?" His mother forcefully drew him closer, casting a quick
glance at Jin before turning her attention to her son. Jimin's face flushed with frustration, unable to
intervene.
Namjoon wore a smile for everyone in the room, but his primary focus seemed to be the Jeon
family members. He shook hands with Jungkook's father, then with the younger Jeon. Jungkook
never looked at Jin once during their interaction, engrossed in conversation with the other alpha. Jin
dared not to look up from the ground.

Jimin’s chest clenched with a searing pain, as if a thousand stabs pierced through his heart. The
sight before him was a gut-wrenching blow, tearing at his very soul. Even his mother was sensing
he was suffocating under the weight of despair. He appeared so fragile, painfully small. Namjoon
had stripped away everything from him. Jimin couldn't even be sure if he was looking at the same
person he had once known. This man resembled a lifeless doll, not the vibrant Jin that Jimin
remembered.

“Is that your friend?” His mother asked. Jimin nodded the best he could. His first hurt from how
tight he was squeezing his fingers. All kinds of insults flashed in his mind, his eyes throwing
daggers at Namjoon's nape. “So, he's mated to the Kim? What's his name?

"He's not mated," Jimin yapped.

Blinking in puzzlement, his mother struggled to comprehend. “But he has a mark on his neck—"

“That doesn't count as mating mom, he was forced. That's not a mate mark that's fucki— that's a
hostage mark.”

Tiny creases on her face twitched instantly. "How can you say he's being held hostage when that's
his alpha?" her tiring voice dragged another comment. “You and your liberal ideas are getting on
my nerves.”
Jimin spun around, puffing a sharp exhale in hassle. “What do you call being forced to marry, then?
A love story? He doesn't want to be there, mom. That's the reality of the situation.”

“An omega must marry. God doesn't always give you the right person but most of the time it's these
omegas with their big ideas that spoil the marriage. He probably argues with his alpha and talks
back to him and now put this idea in your head too.” Her eyes shifted back to Jin. “Is that why
you're acting so weird? Because of this guy?” Great. Now she saw Jin as the worst influence on her
son.

The doors in the corner of the room opened and Jimin turned at the sudden disruption. It wasn't just
his eyes that followed the movement; every guest turned their heads in unison. The principal smiled
at them before stretching a hand to the inside. “Time for the best part of the night!” His forced
smile was getting on Jimin's nerves.

Jimin returned Jin a fleeting glance, but his mother's form shielded his view, blocking his line of
sight. His gaze unintentionally locked with the older omega. He gave her a sidelong peek and rolled
his eyes at her. This woman. The alcohol was tempting his bravery —too much for his own good.
Both mother and son’s silence brimmed with emotions left unspoken, but he refused to continue
this conversation; she never listened, and he was too tired to beg to be understood.

As they walked inside the room, decorated with the same heavy flashy vibe the other hall had, a
sudden burst of applause erupted from the stage, drawing everyone's attention. The principal stood
tall under the shimmering lights and addressed the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen," his voice
boomed, "dinner is now served!"

A flurry of servants in crisp attire moved swiftly through the crowd, their faces drained of any
energy. One of them approached both preys: a middle-aged man with a friendly smile. "Please
follow me," he said, motioning to the pair of ornate double doors that led to the vaster room on the
other side of the wall.
They stepped into a large hall filled with chandeliers that glowed with a warm, golden light as they
looked out at the expanse of floor at their feet. Almost everywhere they looked there were fancy
tables, each one decorated with beautiful flowers and fancy dishes, spread all over the place. The
smell of delicious food filled the air, blending with the sound of glasses clinking from the already
seated guests and the quiet talks of people whispering while entering the place.

The servant led them to their designated seats, positioned at the outer circle of the room. As they
took their places, Jimin’s eyes wandered, his gaze drawn to the centre of the hall. There, amidst a
sea of influential figures and prominent families, he spotted Jungkook. Tall and commanding, him
and Namjoon were seated next to each other. Jin tiptoed to the table with his head down.

A gritted lip was all Jimin could manage. It pissed him off to witness such heart-wrenching sight.
Here he was, sitting just a few meters away stuck in another hell others called family. His gaze
shifted back to his own table, and he couldn't help but feel the stark contrast between his strained
relationship with his mother and father, and the perceived unity and influence of those seated at the
centre.

His mother dragged the chair next to her and darted to her son, face slowly losing the fake smiles
she had reserved for Jimin whenever they were in public. He was also getting on her nerves, but
that was the last of Jimin’s worries now.

With a mix of anticipation and unease, his family settled into their seats. Mr Park fixed his suit and
gave the other couple sharing the table with them a faint smile. Bright teeth almost blinded them.
His shark eyes glinted, aware that the evening held the potential for both revelations and further
estrangement.

Jimin put his weight on the chair. The food had not yet been served but he wasn't even in the mood
for it. “Sit straight.” His mother pinched his back, and he straightened his shoulders with a heavy
sigh. She couldn't leave him alone a single second, could she?
The omega played with the silver edge of the fork placed next to his plate. His eyes were pulled
back to the chatting in the distance. Jungkook was replying to something to the fucker holding Jin
hostage. The omega was far, but he was facing Jimin. It was worse now, seeing his sad expression.
The makeup looked unnatural on him.

Jin's face had taken the shape of his scrawny cheekbones, hugging the skeletal contour of his jaw as
his eyes, dull and lifeless, blinked slowly. He wasn't listening to the conversation being held over
his nose. Neither looked at anyone. It seemed that the hand on his waist covered the hole through
which his soul had been emptied. His once-joyous skin had taken on a sad, almost ghostly hue.
Jimin wished he could paint life back into Jin's soul, but Jin couldn't bear looking at him.

Would Jin blame him for what had happened?

Jimin couldn't eat knowing that his friend was next to the monster that had taken every bit of his
existence. He desired to do something; jump from his seat and rip the guts out of that man, save his
friend and escape from this place, away from everyone.

His throat was dry at the possibility of saving him. The chance to get him out of this hellhole. They
both needed to leave. To be gone. Away. Far.

The guests each took their assigned seats. Jimin noticed that the organization of the round tables
around the place wasn’t a coincidence. The tables furthest from the centre contained people who
did not carry the same importance as those in the heart of the lounge. Five to six seats had been
placed at each one adorned with luxurious silverware and drinks. Some tables were surrounded by
only six, like his parents'. The Park family had been seated with another group of hybrids. At least
they looked nice, giving a small smile to his father every now and then.
He glanced at his roommate near the centre. The girl was sitting with her parents next to another
boy’s family. Jimin had no idea who he was. Youra didn’t seem to be enjoying the conversation. He
guessed that this was not about friendships between young people, but families close to each other.

Her voice barely reached the table from where they were. Her parents were laughing over
something while the boy's parents babbled words that never reached the girl that seemed more
interested in the latest phone model in her hands.

The principal climbed up the stairs leading to the stage. Jimin couldn't focus on whatever he was
saying knowing that his friend was in the same room as him. Still, his stupid voice reverberated
from every corner of the hall.

“Welcome to the yearly celebration we make for our precious families!” His voice was abruptly cut
off. The man fell silent, as if Jimin's hatred had manifested into action. The cause was quickly
revealed when the double doors swung open with a sharp crack, shattering the room's silence. A
rush of excitement swirled through the air, as if holding its breath in anticipation of the presence's
arrival. The creaking hinges added a subtle note of tension to the scene. Jimin, like everyone else,
twisted his neck.

Fine hands soon revealed their owner and a tall woman walked in.

In a captivating dance, her dark, lustrous hair cascaded down her back. Her presence was
undeniably powerful, and each step she took seemed to send ripples of energy through the room.
She strode forward, and the strands of her hair swayed with every graceful movement, brushing
against her shoulders and lightly caressing the air. Her slim frame was enveloped in a silk dress that
adhered to her curves and bare breasts. It was as if the fabric was struggling to contain her
voluptuous body. The commanding presence had muffled every sound in the room.
The principal seemed nervous at her presence. As she made her way towards the stage, her path
was intercepted by a dutiful servant. With an air of authority, he guided her towards a corner of the
room, a move that she initially resisted. A flicker of defiance flashed in her eyes, as if she were
ready to confront anyone who dared to impede her progress. Yet, with a measured sigh, she
begrudgingly yielded to the servant's insistence, her powerful presence temporarily confined.

Her eyes, fierce and piercing, held a fire that burned with a mix of anger and determination. With
each glance, she silently challenged anyone who dared to meet her gaze, demanding respect. That
daring attitude could only come from a predator. They were strong believers of their high position
in this world.

The omega furrowed when she looked his way. Her face rang a bell to Jimin but he couldn’t
pinpoint from where. “Who’s that?” His mother whispered to his father. The alpha shrugged.

The principal's face shifted between surprise and discomfort, a fleeting expression of vulnerability
etched on his features. He tried desperately to regain control of the situation and divert attention
away from the disruption by masking his unease with a forced smile.

However, despite the host's efforts, the room buzzed with curiosity and speculation. Whispers
rippled through the crowd, weaving their way into the loud music, as guests exchanged hushed
comments and cast sidelong glances.

She was seated at the corner with her partner and while it seemed to calm her down she kept eyeing
everyone in the room. Jimin glanced at his friend and noticed his eyes on the woman. Jin looked…
surprised. In the bad meaning of the word.

"Now that everyone's seated, let's start, shall we?" The man, with vicious eyes and grey hair
covered with a dark tint, grabbed the microphone. "It's a pleasure to have you all here," he said,
voice reaching the last person in the room. One didn't have to see him smile to notice the fangs
hiding beneath the flesh of his lips. His eyes glittered with the hunger to swallow any opportunity
presented. He was another version of Mr. Park. "This dinner is an important event, the third to take
place after the inauguration of this centre," he added. The predators nodded. The principal looked at
everyone as he spoke as if each family was a perfect fish to catch—somehow it resembled the look
Jimin's father had. "But tonight has something special that the others didn't."

"You should have a talk with him," Jimin's mother murmured to her husband. The alpha made a
face, too focused on whatever the principal was about to say.

The focus was on the tables in the centre. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going to be
said in a few seconds. The principal reached out to the guests under the stage. "We have an
important guest to whom we owe the success of this place." Jimin could almost tell Jungkook was
rolling his eyes at the comment. The alpha was seated with his father, Namjoon, Taehyung, ... and
Jin. They had been chatting all night before the dinner started. One could tell who the main
characters were at the table. The only ones moving their lips were Jungkook and Namjoon, who
seemed more like brothers than Taehyung who was idly listening to them talk. The loser couldn't
even spare a glance at Jin, who uncomfortably stared at his own hands. It was like a fucking
humiliation ritual where the trophy omega sat in front of everyone after being hit, abused, and most
likely raped too, next to the perpetrator. The fact that no one would save Jin made Jimin's stomach
twirl in disgust. What kind of evolution was this, where no one would even help a victim? It was an
agonizing sight, to see hell happening in front of his eyes and everyone pretending that was the
norm.

Why couldn't a single omega rise from their table and help him, at least? Jimin's situation was
conditioned but many omegas stood in a high position, especially the old parents.

He knew, however, that in order for an omega to speak or voice their opinion, they needed to be on
a higher pedestal. Be married to a powerful person or a close relative of a high-class predator alpha.
Nonetheless, Namjoon would have the upper hand in court. Even though Jin couldn't be touched by
others, his partner had complete control over him.
It was sickening. To the point it looked dystopian in Jimin's eyes. He wanted to intervene, but he
feared the consequences of opposing the ruling tyrant.

Jungkook did not do much of an expression when the principal pointed at him and his father. The
guests gently clapped, Jimin's parents included—the omega refused despite his mother nudging him
to do so. What was there to clap about? Jungkook was a forced respectful figure and his father was
probably just as abusive as him. Even though Jimin himself didn't mind whatever went on—alphas
had that shit going on in any setting they were put, a need to fight for their stupid dominance—he
wished that didn't drag the rest of the people into it.

"Our biggest investors, and the main reason this place was able to become one of the most
advanced universities in the country, holding a massive amount of students with one of the best
installations known in the global market. From high-tech seminars and laboratories to the best
educational system in South Korea."

"Bullshit," Jimin spat in a whisper. His mother glanced at him, curious.

"It's all thanks to generous partners like the Kim family, and especially the Jeon, who had been
funding this place your sons and daughters enjoy with millions and millions that are used to
improve your future heirs' experiences."

“You invited them that time, right?” The bunny's mother turned towards her husband, hoping for a
response, yet Mr. Park met her with a cold silence that echoed through the table. Ignoring her
question altogether, he kept his focus on the man speaking on the stage.

"I'd also like to thank our students for raising the bar. We currently hold the highest national mark
in science-related subjects. And of course, we have the best students here. On the top of South
Korea's highest national exam results we have, of course, a Jeon, who we have the privilege to have
as a top student, followed by Min-Hyuk and Youra, who are also among the highest achievers in the
country."

"What about you?" Jimin's mother nudged him. The woman was all fidgety and excited, expectant
of her family being mentioned.

The omega shrugged. "I'm probably on the list..." he muttered, feeling a little embarrassed by the
question, a bit too loud for his liking. He would've been on that stupid list if every person in this
place didn't hate his guts. It was them, because they for sure didn't boycott the rest of the students
like they did to Jimin.

Jimin was well aware that they did not tamper with the students' grades. He had witnessed
Jungkook's efforts to be genuine, rather than the result of extortion. The problem was, Jimin was
also supposed to be there. He was always a top student. It made him wonder what his father's
reaction would be if he told his father that the professors didn't want him to rise from the low level
where the rest of the lazy students were, because he was for sure not lazy.

“I would also like to express my gratitude to Kim for making it possible to attend. This is the first
time both of you," he spoke those words while stealing a brief glance at Kang-dae and Namjoon,
"have been able to come so I made sure to make this experience as comfortable and gratifying as
possible for you and our guests."

Jungkook’s annoyance sparked in the room with an audible click of his tongue that he didn’t even
try to hide, all before turning his attention towards Namjoon, preparing to convey how irritated the
principal made him. He was probably mocking the old man for the painfully obvious ass-licking
everyone was witnessing. They were the only ones talking. It weirded Jimin out how the guy didn't
speak to Taehyung once. Namjoon's brother was mute, almost shy.
Jimin got distracted from observing the rest of the guests while the principal finished speaking.
Other parents came up to tell their experiences with the university and how some of them had their
now-grown sons and daughters graduate there.

The waiters started the dishes with entrees. Jimin found his stomach in knots, making it difficult for
him to swallow any food. A dainty ceramic cup of soup was placed next to his spoon. It looked like
the menu had been picked by his mother, who smiled when the plate was placed in front of her. She
wouldn't have to worry about the calories tonight if the dinner was this light.

His eyes shifted to Jungkook again. It was starting to become annoying how he kept doing that but
Jimin had nowhere else to look at. The man next to the alpha made him feel sick —for some odd
reason— and everyone else in the room were like background characters when Jungkook was
around. He didn't even know the other families. The only tables that piqued his interest were the
ones at the centre, where the highest power was concentrated.

The main table had a different vibe to it. One could tell they had influence over the others.
Jungkook's straight back and serious expression remained like an invisible mask he didn’t move an
inch through the night. Despite his hatred, it was still fascinating to watch him behave so
confidently around men that doubled his age. There was something in the way he spoke, moved his
lips, barely gave emotion to the other person, which made the rest of the people sitting around him
less intimidating, even mere background characters… in their own lives. Nothing could faze him.
Whoever it was, Jungkook was clear with his words and did not stutter.

The Haneul bitchy dude had been sitting next to who Jimin supposed was his father, at a table next
to the Kim's one. The omega was watching Jungkook chat. His neck had to be sore from the
amount of times he kept turning whenever the snake predator said a single word. Hungry for
attention, Haneul was absorbing a conversation that wasn’t even aimed at him. Sometimes he made
eye contact with Jimin yet the omega did not even bother to acknowledge his existence; Jimin had
better shit to do than think about some blue-eyed mosquito that had spawned from nowhere. His
position had been made clear after their encounter upstairs. He could have that fucker all he
wanted. Jimin's priority was to save Jin from the human jail he was chained to.
Jimin stared at the simmering puddle of liquid, his sad eyes mirrored in its dimly lit reflection. The
only notion that occupied his mind was the necessity to hold himself together, to exhibit strength.
To behave as Jungkook did with others. Was an omega, even less a prey, allowed to be that
confident?

More clapping erupted throughout the room. He swallowed the lump in his throat and raised a
spoon filled to the rim towards his mouth. Though the soup was light and tasty Jimin couldn't focus
on his taste buds. His mind was occupied by three names: Jin, Namjoon, and Jungkook.

Jungkook was a constant regardless of the situation. Jimin had no way of yanking that piece of his
mind that was always thinking about him —thankfully in the worst way.

More words came from the mic. He had no idea who was talking. The omega was the only one in
the room who had started eating. His parents fixed their attention on their son with a clear
uneasiness from his odd behaviour etched on their faces. While his father didn't seem to care
enough to comment, how could she not, his mother opened her mouth, ready to throw her always
fresh-from-the-oven complaint. "Couldn't you wait till the talk was over? You look—"

"Let him eat, don't be dramatic," sighed Jimin's father at his wife. The omega was quick to purse
her lips and leave her son alone. Jimin heaved a sigh of relief and took a sip from the hot spoon.
The only way to shut his mother up was, sadly, her fear of her husband. His father had never laid a
hand on her and this would've been a normal healthy reaction for Jimin if he wasn't aware of the
heavy baggage that their dynamic hid.

The conversation appeared to wind down and everyone began indulging in their meal. The
ambiance shifted to a light-hearted tone while the guests savored their food and exchanged words.
The clinking of spoons and forks gently glided across the plates, barely audible amidst the
horrendous music playing in the background.
His mother took her usual small bites. She didn't touch the piece of thick soft bread, of course, and
still had dared to keep eyeing the one next to Jimin's plate, making sure he followed her decision to
not eat bread so late at night.

Jimin’s eyes moved to the side. Jungkook wasn’t eating and didn’t touch the soup either. Engrossed
in an incessant conversation with Namjoon, he seemed oblivious to his father's remarks, prompting
a weary sigh from the young alpha. Nearby, Jin timidly nibbled on his bread. The omega was silent
while the alphas talked. He and Taehyung were focused on their food but it looked more like an
excuse to not make eye contact.

The spoon over his finger almost slipped over the plate when Jin glanced at him, straight at him.
His throat pushed the suddenly scalding soup out and he rasped as he almost choked. The blond
omega coughed. A few eyes landed on him, including Jungkook who side-eyed him for a split
second before he went back to explain something to Namjoon.

"Have some manners, Jimin," his mother spat, irritated. She placed a comforting hand on his back
to calm his coughing. It only infuriated Jimin more.

Absorbed in conversation with the man beside him, his father had already shrugged off his recent
awkward behaviour, paying it no mind. "Sorry," Jimin whispered, a bit embarrassed.

The unexpected moment of locking eyes with Jin had overwhelmed the omega, leaving him
momentarily flustered. Sneaking another glance at Jin, who was still engrossed in nibbling on the
bread, the omega watched how Jin seized the opportunity while Namjoon conversed with Jungkook
to steal a quick glance at him.

A shimmer of tears welled up in Jimin's eyes when he caught sight of the gentle curve of Jin's lips
forming a tender smile. The lifeless glint in his friend’s gaze tugged at Jimin's heart, but he chose to
bear it, accepting whatever fragments of warmth he could take from this chance. In response,
Jimin’s eyelids fluttered, fighting the emotions threatening to expose their owner.

Jimin rubbed his eyes and inhaled sharply, ready to return his focus to his meal. A quick motion
caught his peripheral vision just as he was about to lower his head. Curiosity tingled; he shifted his
focus towards the source of the movement. Fingers —Jin's fingers—signalling at him. Jimin
squinted his eyes at the subtle motion beneath the food being shared. What was he doing? His
friend kept making weird gestures.

No… It wasn’t that.

It took him a long second to realize Jin was trying to tell him something.

"Up," he mouthed, reading in mute what Jin was trying to say with his hand. He then signalled at
Jimin after pointing at himself, to point upwards then again with his thumb. "Bathroom...?" Jimin
ventured to guess and a surge of excitement instantly illuminated his expression.

Jin couldn't keep gesturing. Jungkook was sitting next to him and Jimin, observing their interaction,
noticed the alpha lightly tapping Jin's knee, causing confusion to stir within him. It wasn't until
Jimin's gaze shifted towards Namjoon that he understood the reason behind Jungkook's action.
Namjoon's unwavering stare fixated on the omega. He said something to Jin and the poor guy had
to force a smile and keep eating, not without hitting Jungkook's knee back under the table.

Jimin was left speechless.

What the...?

Following an hour of conversation, the following dishes were served. Jimin continued to dangle the
spoon in circles, swirling the soup while pretending to be present at the table. His mother nodded in
agreement to everything her husband said to the woman across from them. She was a small alpha,
with kind eyes that blended well with her soft exterior. They appeared to know each other, and
Jimin soon realized that they had met at a dinner.

Little did Jimin care about that. His mind was full of Jin, of what was happening now. The world
kept throwing rocks at his back and at some point, he was going to end up on the ground,
exhausted. He just needed to discover another horrible news to finally crumble on his own feet.

─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠ· ───────

Glasses were dragged over the table every time the half-oval vases appeared about to be empty. Jin
brought a piece to his mouth and munched on it lazily. He couldn't feel the taste reach his mouth.
Everything hurt so down in his core that the act of living felt like an impossible task.

The alphas talked among themselves while he ate. Jungkook's father from time to time made an
input while Taehyung remained silent through the whole dinner.

Jin couldn't spare a single glance at him. Just smelling his presence in the air filled him with rage.
Piece of shit. He was such a fucking—

"Rumour has it you've made some pretty bold moves lately," his abuser —Jin couldn't stomach
naming him his mate— spoke out of nowhere.

"You have too much on your hands to be keeping tabs on me," the alpha muttered back, caressing
the base of the half-empty glass next to his plate. Jin was invisible next to him, an empty seat
between the alpha and Namjoon.

It was him who Jungkook meant, and it felt insulting to be addressed as some kind of heavy
baggage when he was, if anything, a victim. Jin didn't take it to heart, though; he didn't expect any
soft words from a scumbag like Jungkook. Even if he seemed less hateful tonight.

“You know me. I like to keep my ear to the ground. I heard things," Namjoon admitted. His gaze
brushed over Jin, ensuring that he was behaving properly. When the omega felt the alpha's hand on
his thigh, the silver spoon trembled in his fingers. His touch was scalding steel on his skin. The
firm weight of his terse fingers revolted him.
It was now familiar. He had been fucked before they got into the car. He had been held in all kinds
of ways against his will. Even so, Jin couldn't get used to it. He simply couldn’t assimilate he was
nothing but a hole from now on.

Jungkook watched the exchange silently. His eyes shifted to his friend. "From who? I don't share
my life around," he prompted as he stared at Taehyung. The alpha had dodged looking Jin’s way,
choosing instead to look at the plate in front of him.

"People talk," dragged Namjoon as he sipped on his glass.

"And they assume, too," Jungkook retorted. "If this is about the engagement then I need to explain
to you the reality of the situation. You’re smarter than that."

Namjoon accepted those words as he swirled his wine. "I had expected it to be your family's chief
influence." His eyes remained on the liquid. "You've never been one to rush for an omega when
there's plenty gagging on your dick."

"I'm playing around for now."

“No one on your mind?” His question left a space for an answer Jungkook wouldn’t give him.

“My future mate can’t be just anyone.”

“All omegas are the same. There’s no just anyone. They’ll want your family’s money and power.”
“Implying that my looks don’t do enough?” Jungkook dryly chuckled. Jimin’s pretty face popped
into his mind. No amount of money and power managed to make him fall into his trap. He never
cared, despite how big the difference in privileges would be once Jungkook put a ring on him. The
pedestal most humans would've chased wasn't a good enough offer for the blond creature that had
his interest trapped in his hands.

“It’s harder to tell in your case,” Namjoon remarked, “You’ve always been popular with omegas for
a good reason,” he added. “Right?” Taehyung nodded when his brother looked his way. Namjoon's
attention returned to the other predator, taking in his expression as if intending to lift the lid
covering Jungkook's emotions. Something was missing in all of this. The small piece attached to
the unknown —that teensy feeling when one didn’t know what they were searching for but knew a
detail was being overlooked. Namjoon appeared to be aware of it. "Enjoy your freedom for now.
Just make sure to pick a good pliant omega if you decide to marry."

The table fell silent. "That reminds me," Jungkook cut in the silence, "I heard you’ve been bringing
many guests to your house. Omegas." Jin stiffened beside him; his eyes never strayed from the
plate. The guy’s demeanour had transformed into such a meek and submissive state that it unsettled
Jungkook. Casting a quick glance at Jin confirmed his suspicions with the way the omega’s scent
had turned sour.

He’d been passed around.

"Cheating is natural for an alpha. No bitch deserves monogamy, even less one that had spread their
legs for every dirty scum around. They are meant to be shared, to follow their owner’s wishes." Just
with his tone one could palpate the hatred that was still bubbling every time he spoke about Jin.
"Am I wrong, omega?"

Namjoon snatched his chin to force a trembling Jin to look him in the eyes. The omega stuttered,
"N-no." He sounded miserable. A dreadful spark flashed across his features. He clutched the
predator's hand, terrified for his life. His neck bore some scars that indicated to Jungkook that Jin's
fear was understandable. He was now married to a brutal man.

"I'll own a few more," Namjoon finally said. "He gives a good show with other omegas.”
“Mm…” Jungkook hummed. "Prostitutes? Didn't take you for an escort guy."

"Discovered my last experience shouldn't stop me from having fun." Namjoon leaned forward,
maintaining his calm composure, but his eyes hinted at a hint of superiority. "I go to better clubs."

Jungkook felt a twinge of dark humour in those words. There was something about it—a subtle
flick of the tongue, a shift in the tone, a tilted breath lingering between each word—that lifted the
hair at the back of his head.

He sniggered tightly, undeterred. "What kind?"

"I'll let you guess." The response only served to ingrain the unsettling sensation further into his
skin, into the sweat that coated him beneath his suit.

In the depths of his mind, a vivid image of what he had seen in the past suddenly flashed through
his eyes.

That club.

That place Eunwoo shared with Yoongi.

That night he had seen the documents of kids, young souls that were probably still learning to
speak, in those folders.

Jungkook's neck pressed against his windpipe. His finger moved an inch on the table. The desire to
smash the man's head with the bottle next to him ignited a bolt that he quickly suppressed with a
silent sigh. He refused to lift his finger to loosen his tie, allowing the air in his nose to gradually
thin. His mind was spinning over the idea. That couldn't be.

He was being paranoid.

"Um-"

No one glanced at Jin when he tried to speak. Not a pulse of silence had the mercy to appear after
his words. Everyone kept eating, the last hint of a word merely part of the music to them. Like a
little lamb ready to be slaughtered, the omega tiptoed between his words. "C-can—"

"Who told you to talk without my permission?" Jin flinched at the question that landed on his plate
as soon as he parted his lips again. Namjoon didn't have to raise his voice; a mere glance from his
sharp, experienced eyes was all it took to send a chill of horror down the omega's spine. Jungkook
watched unfazed how the guy’s tall frame was reduced to a nervous ball. He fidgeted with the rim
of his sleeve. Fear had coated his skin. After all those hits his brain had the alpha's voice registered
as a threat.

He dropped his head, ashamed. "..."

"Speak," Namjoon ordered.

It took Jin a long minute to finally open his lips. He glanced at everyone on the table, including
Kang-Dae who couldn't care less what he was going through.

"C-can I go to the bathroom...?"

That was fast, Jungkook thought. He knew Jin wanted to meet with Jimin. The idea bothered him
because it was dangerous, but he also knew that they probably had a lot to catch up with since it
had been weeks since their last encounter, which had occurred in the midst of the worst events of
their lives.

Namjoon hesitated for a moment. He gave him a dubious look. The man had a hand of steel on his
omega. "Be quick," he warned. Those two words pulled Jin's body from the chair. He sprang to his
feet, anxious. The chair legs dragged with a rattle that drew the attention of many. The omega kept
his head down and practically ran out of the room. "Useless whore..."

"Seems like you've done a great job dominating him," Kang-dae said from the spot next to his son.
Taehyung was beside him, head lowered to not make a single sound. Like no one knew he was
there, and if he breathed, they'd slaughter him alive.

"He's a natural." Namjoon seemed lost in his thoughts as his eyes followed the omega leaving the
hall. "It's still not enough for the shame he's put on my name."

"You should've married him sooner," said Kang-Dae.

Right. When Jin was a fucking kid. Jungkook eyed his father. "He was still in high school," he
commented, resentful with his words. It wasn't like he had expected any better behaviour from the
motherfucker that allowed worse shit in his own home.

Namjoon smiled at the older alpha, his sharp fangs flashing at the gesture. "You're a smart one,
Kang." They shared that mindset. "That's when the fruit is ripe. It's easy to manipulate them into
thinking the right way," he explained and took the glass to his lips. "Cunt less loose too. Would
choke any dick."

It was vomiting to think about it, yet Jungkook kept his eyes on the guy. The round rim of the glass
created the visual illusion of his face being cut in two. His brown gaze seemed to illuminate at the
thought. He was thinking about those years he'd been haunting Jin whenever he visited. Jungkook
recalled back in the time when Taehyung told him he'd caught his brother groping the omega.

He wasn't fond of Jin, and any omega of that matter. He couldn't care less what happened in other
people's lives. Jungkook had mastered the idea that no one mattered except him —after Jimin— but
that didn't mean he didn't have his own limits. There were lines that he couldn't stomach and
Namjoon's kind had created that limit. His blood was as dirty as Eunwoo and the mere thought
made the hair on his nape coil in disgust.

"I'm thinking of getting a few more omegas officially," he said and his eyes drifted to Jimin's frame.
Just as expected, the omega was preoccupied with watching Jin run upstairs, the dress almost
tripping his friend on his way. His lips parted distractedly while his mother checked his appearance
every two seconds. "This celebration has made me realize there's plenty of beauty hidden on this
campus. You kept all of this to yourself, mm..."

Namjoon clearly wanted to have his eyes spooned out with the lascivious way he was staring at
Jimin, shredding him from his clothes in the middle of the hall. The devilish glint in his eyes
intensified, hungry, as he watched the blond omega.
Jungkook's mind went straight to the thousands of ways he could dismember the fucker for such
insolence. Not even in his dreams he could have the wish to be near Jimin. Jungkook would smash
that brain of his into mush, make him paralytic and blind, so the last thing he gets to see is the
consequences of his own actions.

"I don't share my toys," he whispered, words sharply cutting his steady breath. It took everything in
him, with the alcohol clogging his senses, to remain collected. "Look outside this university. These
omegas are my playground."

Namjoon turned to him, incredulous. "All of them?" His wrinkles popped on the folds of his eyelids
when he smiled too hard. "How come you spent your rut alone?" Jungkook saw it coming. The
rumour had reached every corner.

"Now that's obsession, Namjoonie," Jungkook mused with a sneer. "You even staying on the loop
about my rut. Should I invite you next time? I have no issues fucking an alpha and making them
submit."

"Jungkook," Taehyung finally spoke. His panicked voice almost broke to a high-pitched sound. No
wonder since he hadn't muted a single word the whole night.

"I'm just grateful he's that worried about another alpha's dick," Jungkook retorted. "Your brother
isn't like you, don't worry. He can take my words without crying, like a good alpha." The comment
sank into Taehyung's expression. He took it and focused back to the plate almost empty of soup.
Namjoon forced a smile. The tick pulsing down the muscle running up to his jaw claimed the
opposite of what his next words tried to conceal, "You've always got a sharp mouth on you."

"It's a must when you're surrounded by the Jeon." As soon as he finished the sentence his attention
was stolen by some movement from the corner of his vision. Jimin excused himself, heading
towards the bathroom, prompting a disapproving frown from his mother. Yet, Jimin persisted,
insisting on fixing his makeup with that pouty mouth that Jungkook was yearning to kiss one more
time. It was a shitty excuse because that stupid makeup made no difference in his doll-like face. He
looked breathtaking regardless of what he wore, what he put on his lips or how he combed that
golden hair.

As soon as his mother released his hand, the bunny stealthily trailed after Jin, oblivious to the fact
that both Namjoon and his mother had their watchful eyes fixated on him.

If he was going to chat with Jin, Jungkook needed to distract Namjoon. He couldn't have the man
near Jimin. The older alpha had no idea of his claim on the omega and with his vengeance blinding
his senses anything precious to Jin was a perfect extortion tool. Too bad Jimin was a limit Jungkook
wouldn't let him cross.

Both men turned back to the table after watching Jimin leave. Namjoon smiled when their eyes
met, a gesture Jungkook didn’t give back. A flicker of concern sprouted within the snake predator,
sourcing from the now implanted seed of worry that was growing from the fact that Taehyung’s
brother now seemed interested in his omega. If he wanted a harem he could get it somewhere else.
Jungkook didn't have the time to be killing an important pest to his family but if he got in the way,
nothing would stop him.
 ─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠ· ───────

His chest throbbed with pain, intensifying with each passing second. The staircase he ascended
seemed to go on forever, causing his legs to sway and almost give way beneath him. He was
nervous, anxious. Each step strained his legs, and the unsettling sensation of being watched sent
shivers up his spine as he ascended the stairs. His mother was still suspicious over his excuse, he
could tell.

"Jin," he muttered desperately. The needy whisper sounded broken and needy. His friend was
finally here, in skin and bones, in the same room as him. There was nothing Jimin desired more
than hugging him. To have the omega so close to his chest he could give him some of the warmth
he knew he had been denied from. To reassure him that everything would be fine. Even if it didn't.
"Jin," he chanted once more. "Jin..."

Jimin entered the omega bathroom and was greeted by a silence peppered by the laughter of the
guests below. Not giving up, he searched every cubicle. No trace of a brown head was seen no
matter how many doors he opened. Worry was quick to pile up in his chest. Where had he gone?

He returned to the hallway, and this time, as if his parents weren't downstairs, he stepped into the
door-lined corridor. They were almost all shut. The place looked haunted.
Jimin's body was soon enveloped by the endless shadow inside. There was hardly any light, only a
pitch black that had engulfed his vision. Even his own shadow beneath his feet merged with the
encompassing darkness, embracing him as the faint twinkling lights adorning the corridor failed to
illuminate the hallway.

His adventure to find his friend ended up being shorter than expected. Jimin’s eyes widened. His
breath hitched. The omega’s feet froze for a second, letting his brain assimilate that Jin was right in
front of him. The open balcony facing the forest behind decorated his fine silhouette. Jin glanced
back, and a smile grazed his plumpy lips.

Jimin almost made the guy fall over the edge. He ran, face getting hotter despite the cold creeping
from the open entrance and threw himself into the omega's arms.

A hush settled between the two. Jin tucked his friend’s soft blond head into his neck while Jimin
clung his waist closer to his. "I can't believe this..." he babbled, cracking voice struggling to hold
back tears.

"Jimin..." The beats of the omega's heart pulsed against his own, their rhythms intertwining. One
heart sought to soothe the other, reassure that they were finally together. "I missed you... I missed
you so much..."

Jimin was freed from the hug but his body instinctively clung onto Jin, unwilling to let go. His
hand squeezed Jin’s, fingers sewn together as he caressed the omega's cheek. His thumb wiped
away the makeup that covered his friend’s misery. Jin's eyes were decorated with a sad smokey
eyeshadow but no amount of it could conceal the obvious pain in his gaze. He was shattered from
inside, so deeply broken that hearing his voice was as disheartening as the sound of a crystal
smashed.
His thumb traced small soothing circles over the omega’s skin and grabbed both of his arms
together. His friend’s fingers were slender now, held by a scrawny arm that seemed to disappear in
his grasp. The omega held back a sob. He couldn't cry. But… but it was so hard to not burst into
tears when someone so close to his heart was going through a nightmare. "You don't deserve this.
This is my fault. I'm so sorry Jin I wish I could—"

"Don't say that… please," Jin pleaded in a hushed tone. He wrapped his arms tightly around Jimin
once again, pulling him close. God. His body felt light. Jimin felt as if he were embracing a mere
skeleton, the bony contours pressing into his skin. The sensation wasn't just physically painful. It
was borderline traumatizing that this was the obvious proof that Jin was being tortured in that
place. "Fuck... I can't cry," he muttered beneath harsh breathing that threatened to spill his tears out.
"He'll beat me again if he sees my make-up getting messy..."

The comment made Jimin's skin shiver in horror. He held his friend's hand tighter. The fear of
losing him forever loomed over Jimin, as if he could be snatched away by the wind, just like
everyone else around him. That was his curse, after all.

Jimin felt consumed by the anxious worry while caught amid this heart-wrenching desperation to
save the omega. The gravity in his chest flourished heavier with each passing moment, like an
unsettling sign of an even bigger impending tragedy. He could die any day, and Jimin wouldn’t
know.

The omega’s heart sank at the possibility. His mind rushed with solutions, but all were met with a
dead end. "I could convince my parents to take you. We could run away together... Please. You
don't have to take this pain alone, Jin," he sobbed desperately. As much as he shook his friend's
body, his comments hit a wall that was impossible to pass. "Please!"

"I can't... I can't do it Jimin."

"He'll kill you at this rate. Your body is covered in bruises. I can't stand this... I'll do anything to
convince my parents to take you right now. We could leave the country if needed. Don't worry
about the money, just —"

"You don't get it, do you?" The question slipped a bead of sweat onto his temple; made no sense
with the piercing cold crippling the hair over his face.

Jin's eyes looked so distant. So far from this dimension. He wasn't there with him. He felt so far
away, like they were worlds apart. Jimin recognized that place all too well. He, too, had sought
refuge in that same abyss, where his own wounds became solace for his fears and anxieties. There
was a point where the mind switched and suddenly nothing mattered. It was survival. The same that
had him in long nights staring at the ceiling, wondering how much of his parents’ could cover his
wounds.

"I don't," he finally muttered. His fingers sank into the omega's flesh. "But I don't need to
understand anything when my friend is in danger. I don't want to lose you, Jin. You can still be
saved and I will take my chance."

The answer took its time. Jin chuckled —it sounded dry. "You've always been such a pure soul,"
the omega murmured. He glanced at the distance, at the dark sea crammed with long horrifying
trees that guarded the campus. "I guess that's why I took a liking to you so fast," his lips mouthed,
but the words barely remained on his tongue before the breeze took them on its way. "I wish I could
leave with you. There's nothing that would make me happier. Stay with you, with Daehyun, and
move somewhere we could be freed from this hell." Jimin's expression darkened at the name
mentioned. "And, precisely because of that, I don't want you to be targeted. You have enough on
your plate, went through so much shit the few days we've been together, and yet you still stand
here."

"I can take you with me," Jimin insisted. The edge of the water came up to his neck. There was no
water suffocating him. Yet the pressure of the situation, the desperation of how useless he was for
others, was killing him slowly. "Listen to me, why—"
"Because you're stronger than me, Jimin." He wasn't. If he was he'd have been braver than this.
Reality was, Jimin was a fucking pussy. He'd have stopped everything. He could've said no to his
parents the thousand times they had made a doll out of him. But the fear of the unknown
consequences had always crippled his attempts. "If you fall too, then it's truly over for us. For the
three of us," he said, "that's why you need to wait for me. Don't be dragged further into this. Stay
where you are, don't fall on the same path we all did."

"So I'm supposed to just wait for him to kill you one day?" Jimin sobbed. "How can you be so
calm? He's been raping you, forcing you to join his orgies, abusing you mentally and physically.
Look at your face! You don't look human right now. He's sucked your soul out, Jin. And now he's
taken your will to survive!"

Jin did not oppose his words. "I will survive."

"No."

"And you will too." The two looked at each other once again. A soft, sad, smile peeked from the
omega's lips. The spark of his shiny teeth did not reach his eyes. The flare in them had been dead
for some time now. "If Namjoon targets you it's over for me. He's vile, Jimin. You don't want to be
in this. It's not worth it. I can see myself going through this because I'm the one to blame here."

"You didn't do anything." Jimin frowned, but the omega continued.

"I know... I know you think so."

"Do not let yourself be brainwashed into believing you're to blame here. His brother is out there
living his best life when he's done the exact same thing as you."

"Don't mention him." Jin took a deep breath. "Just give me a hug."

"Cute and all, but the show's over." Out of nowhere, Jungkook appeared, his cold presence cutting
the heated moment in a single step towards the balcony. The click of his shoes accompanied by his
voice startled both omegas. Jimin and Jin jumped, and their conversation abruptly halted.

The bunny’s grip on his friend tightened. He didn't want to let go. Unable to contain his frustration,
he blurted out his exasperation that was brushed off by the lack of reaction from the alpha. "You
again? Can you stop chasing me around— "

"Have you lost your mind? Did all that cock get into your head or what?" Jungkook ignored him,
choosing to target the other predator.

Jimin's irritation flared, irked by the venomous question. Without hesitation, he positioned himself
between Jungkook and his friend, as if he anticipated an imminent attack. “What the fuck is wrong
with you!?” The snake predator glanced down at him. His face remained devoid of emotion,
immune to the escalating tension. He met Jimin's fiery gaze but was refusing to get drawn into the
confrontation. “Why would you—"

“You might want to leave, blondie,” he muttered. “Your parents are looking for you.”
Pale canvas spread over his rosy cheeks. Jimin's breath caught in his throat, and a wave of
confusion washed over his features. The need to fight back against any word coming from the alpha
was quickly crushed. He couldn't risk them seeing him with the worst guy on earth.

His grip on Jin lightly untied in silence. Jungkook watched him duck his head down, tense.
"Jimin…” Jin spoke.

"We'll talk later, I promise," he assured with a soft voice that quickly transformed when he switched
to speak to the alpha. Pointing a finger threateningly at Jungkook's nose, he warned, "Don’t touch
him.” The snake predator observed with amusement as Jimin scurried back to the hall, finding his
behaviour more entertaining than anything else.

Jimin soon left both of them behind, his hurried footsteps fading into the faint whispers of the
breeze outside. The alpha hummed, hands tucked in his pockets.

Jin shivered in sync with the pounding of his heart, feeling the chill of the cold air brush against his
flushed cheeks. Talking to Jimin had injected a boiling rush of adrenaline in his body. The
persistent fear of what awaited him back in that room, the harsh reality lurking beyond the doors
that led back to the hall. His feet seemed unwilling to move an inch, as if trapped in paralysis. He
just couldn't.

"Don't do that shit again."

Jin fought to not react, to match the noticeable lack of emotion in that voice. "Shut up—"
“Calling him to meet you in such a place.” He pulled himself to confront the snake's empty black
eyes. Jin had always detested their colour. Staring into Jungkook's gaze felt like peering into the
lifeless eyes of a dead animal. Behind them there was nothing but misery and cruelty. A corrupted
rotten heart that served no purpose other than to beat for an owner that was better off dead. "Your
alpha was lurking around while you risked your friend's safety."

"Wild thing to say," he gritted. His fingers firmly squeezed the railing, gluing it to his lower back.
"Jimin is going through all this shit because of you. And now what, you're his justice warrior? Be
serious for once—"

Jungkook walked into his space, making the omega flinch as he closed the length between them
with firm steps, tall legs narrowing it. A hint of intoxicating perfume swept inside the omega's
lungs, mixing with the scent of alcohol on his clothes. It tingled Jin’s nostrils. There was an
enhanced, dark and somewhat disturbing, shift in his behaviour. Despite his slightly messy
appearance, his exterior remained collected. His voice, rough and low, whispered, "One thing
doesn't discard the other." His face was mere inches away from the omega's, yet Jin refused to avert
his gaze, unfazed by Jungkook's threatening presence. His brave hatred told him to not look away,
but it was becoming a hard task. "And if you don't want to worsen the situation, keep that
motherfucker distracted from his existence," he added and turned with the intention of leaving after
the bunny.

The sole of his shoe landed on the next floor tile but it never reached further. "You seriously think
Namjoon doesn't know who he is?" Jin blurted out, way louder than he had intended.

By the end of his last word the breeze outside had taken a sweet dense fragrance that slowly
enveloped his lungs in a tight fist. It grew thicker, heavier.

He watched as the alpha froze in the spot, seizing his comment; Jungkook was taken aback by the
sudden question. Time seemed to halt for three long seconds, interrupted only by the rustling of the
waves of wind squirming through the trees. "What?" The alpha's voice pierced through the silence
like an icy bullet, transforming from rigid to dangerously menacing in an instant. It was as if the
alcohol coursing through his veins had been distilled into pure determination. Any trace of
playfulness in his expression completely vanished. His eyes, as grim and penetrating as his voice,
locked onto the omega. Jin clenched his teeth, feeling trapped despite the physical distance between
them. It felt like a sword was pressed against his throat. Nervously, he glanced around, unable to
meet the piercing gaze that bore into him. He had chosen the worst possible moment to speak.
"What does that mean?"

Jungkook's suffocating attention remained on him, holding the omega in place. Silence stretched.
His expression revealed no visible signs of anger, yet there was something unsettling about the way
he posed his question. Depending on the answer the outcome could be an instant death. It took a
long pause for Jin to gather his thoughts and reply, "He knows everything about Jimin," in a shy
whisper.

The predator's attention snapped towards the open entrance behind him as if restraining himself,
tightly held by the ground's invisible leash. The lengthy, poorly lit hallway extended into the path
back to the hall, veiled in darkness. Jin could only catch a glimpse of his side profile. The lack of
light concealed most of his facial features, leaving them indecipherable. His black hair danced
across his forehead, in harmony with the gentle breeze that also tamed Jin's brown locks. A pang of
tension pulsed through Jin before the predator's head slowly turned towards him. The slow motion
sent a shiver down the omega’s spine. Their eyes locked and for a split second, it felt like staring
into a bottomless abyss. "That's not what I asked." The dude looked ready to pounce on his throat,
his menacing tone leaving no room for escape. Jin knew if he moved an inch, he was done for. And
yet, even though he was more than aware of how this went, a surge of adrenaline rushed through
him, urging him to dash to the side. As expected Jungkook's imposing figure blocked his path
before he could attempt to scoot to the open entrance behind. Jin was shoved back against the
balcony, this time painfully glued to the surface with the pressure of Jungkook’s body over his. The
distance had become so short Jin was growing worried about what was about to happen when the
alpha looked this insane. The tight vein roaming Jungkook’s neck pulsed with every beat of silence.
His jawline muscles clenched in tension, visibly strained. He had just pressed a button on the guy, a
trigger that had shifted the predator’s demeanour from a laid-back guy to a cold-blooded beast. "I
can’t fucking hear you." Jin took a step backwards, and Jungkook followed suit, walking further.
"Unless you want me to snap open that jaw myself, speak."

"You wouldn't dare."

“Dare…?” A devious grin twisted across his face, eyes fuming with a threatening glare. "You don't
want to know what I’m capable of when Jimin's safety is on the line." Jungkook dryly said, his
voice laced with an eerie coldness that made Jin’s blood run cold. “Who am I supposed to fear? The
family that chose their business over you? At least be realistic with your situation. No one would
stand up for you. If I tell Namjoon you've disrespected me, who do you think he will believe?" He
was back at the unhinged predator he'd always been. Jin looked away when the snake’s breath hit
his cheek. Jungkook's vicious tone had become laced with venom. "The omega that he's using as a
cum dump or the guy he needs to maintain a good relationship with?"

"You truly haven't changed."

“No reason to,” Jungkook sighed, irritated. "Your situation was bound to happen. Regardless of
how much of this is your fault, I do believe it shouldn't have ended like this," he whispered. His
comprehensible words were far from matching his cold expression. Like he was reading a fucking
script. "That doesn't mean I'll help you."

"Unless Jimin is involved," Jin finished.

“Finally got it through your head. Go ask your blue prince for help,” Jungkook retorted and glanced
at his back. “I got enough on my plate.”

“You selfish motherfucker!” Jin chirped. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you."

“Oh please,” Jungkook snickered. "You're here because you couldn't keep those legs closed.
Especially to the biggest loser you could find." Taehyung. Jin clenched his teeth, feeling a sense of
shame for something that seemed beyond his control, yet also strangely within his reach. "I don't
have the time to entertain your tears now. Pay your anger with the one that put you here. Start
talking."
The omega swallowed the need to argue with him. He was still more worried over Jimin’s
appearance in all of this than being provoked by the alpha. "He told me—" Jin rasped. Fuck. He
wasn't so sure of this. Jungkook now watched him with disdain, like he was the enemy that was
announcing he'd take Jimin from his arms. "That day, I was..."

“Get to the fucking point, will you? That motherfucker will walk on us anytime if you keep
stuttering like a little bitch,” Jungkook seethed with anger. The words uttered moments ago hung in
the air, leaving him tense and anxious for more details about the bombshell Jin had just dropped
over his head.

Jin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "He..." he could still feel the sweat clogging his senses.
His body hurt from being pounded so hard. Namjoon's hands were rough on his skin. Grab marks
and smudges of foul-smelling sperm on his skin. He could barely stand on his own two feet. His
insides were throbbing in pain. There was some blood on the bed —white sheets testifying the
horrors Jin was experiencing day and night. Life was evaporating from his bones. He was turning
into one of the many vases that adorned the alpha's home.

"I should've taken you out of that stupid university from the day I saw those pictures."

He couldn't hear him well. Jin was still shaking. Cum slid from between his glutes. It hurt. It hurt so
much. "Pictures?" He thought, barely able to form a word in his mind.

"You probably let everyone fuck you in that club, didn't you whore?" Namjoon spat in his face. Jin
was slapped straight into the pillow. Saliva smeared over his cheek as he sobbed in pain.
Namjoon’s hands were so heavy on his malnourished body. "I had to risk my business to keep some
pride for your family. I even let you roam that place knowing how filthy you were. Who influenced
you to be like this? That blonde bitch?"
"N-no..." Jin choked. Namjoon pressed his neck against the bed. He was ready to mount him again.
Panic flashed in the omega's eyes. No.

No.

No.

Not again. Please.

"He's that fucker's new toy isn't he?" How the hell did he know about Jimin— "He got a pretty face
on him. Did you introduce him to this whoring around? I've never tried a male omega prey."

Jin’s eyes snapped open. Blurriness fogged his vision.

Why the fuck did he know Jimin— Jin couldn't even complete the thought before the brute pounding
piqued on a fast pace that smashed his insides into a pulp of pain and dry blood that broke from the
torn muscles. He screamed in horror. The bed shook at the rhythm of Namjoon’s slap of hips.

And yet, despite the pain, all he could think about was his friend.

*
 *

Jungkook kept quiet. His eyes were glued to the tiles that formed the circle protruding from the
building's back wall. His unbuttoned shirt and damp hair swayed in the gust of wind. Jin couldn't
see past his silence. He was frozen in his place. His fist was white from curling it so tightly. “I
knew it.”

"…Eh?"

His head shot up. “He knows his category. When did you hear this?

“The first days…”

Jungkook's jaw clenched, a subtle tic revealing the inner turmoil growing each passing second. His
body seemed restless, yet it was his mind that was in constant motion. His eyes darted from Jin's
face to the ground as he was lost deep in thought. The alpha's mind was consumed by the mere idea
of Namjoon getting close to Jimin. "Documents..." And suddenly, his gaze stopped in one spot. His
hand relaxed and the fist on the brisk of bursting his knuckles became a soft stretch of fingers that
hung on a side of his torso. “Figure that shit out.”
"What...?"

“You heard me. You have to find anything you can about this. He shouldn't even know his name,”
Jungkook commanded. His calm breathing was just as unnerving as his lack of panic. “He knew
about you being a whore before the video." Jin didn't get a second spare to reply. Jungkook
gestured at the door with his head. "Go back. You've been away for too long.”

"I can't do anything in this situation." Jin walked up until brushing shoulders with the alpha. "He
doesn't share anything with me."

"No wonder you are stuck where you are," Jungkook scoffed, "You already gave up on yourself.
Will rather die in that man's arms than place all your luck in your chance to survive."

The omega rolled his eyes. "Taehyung won't help me. He can’t even help himself."

"I'm not talking about Taehyung," Jungkook cut in the comment and glanced at him. Jin felt read,
seen through, in that small split second they made eye contact. "You’re useless to yourself.” He
knew what he meant. He knew. However, Jin couldn't bring himself to assimilate those words
without feeling overwhelmed. No family, no friend or lover was there for him now. He was alone.
Refusing to shame himself in front of Jungkook, Jin took a deep breath before he marched past the
alpha’s standing frame. However, he was stopped out of nowhere. Jungkook had grabbed his arm.
“Keep a blank mind every time you're around him. Don't fucking think about Jimin or me."

Jin's heart raced in panic. The alpha's grasp was harsh. "Don't worry," he gasped, agitated. Such
sudden contact had his skin crippling, sparking fresh sensations across the length of his spine. Sour
memories where Namjoon would make him bend, scream and cry. “I get raped too many times
through the day to form a single thought around him.”
Jungkook did not turn his way but spoke again. “Pee yourself next time.” The omega looked at
him, weirded out. “Shit yourself if you have to. Namjoon won't touch you with a stick. He likes his
omegas clean and shaved. Be nasty until he loses interest in fucking you.”

Was he hearing that right? Jungkook giving him advice?

Jin remained silent for a few seconds. The firm hand over his arm loosened and he was freed.
Without a single second thought, the omega rushed downstairs.

─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠ· ───────

While the omega returned to his alpha, Jungkook lit the cigarette. Connecting it to his lips felt like
a knot untying on his chest. Inhaling the smoke, the alpha savoured it like a heavenly gift in the air.
The mental haze that had clouded his mind dissipated into nothingness for a moment when he took
a puff from the nicotine.

He pushed the rebellious strands away but it was more of an excuse to hold his head, because he
was truly about to lose it.

The breeze dried the heat accumulating on his skin. The night had grown frigid, with delicate icy
gusts causing the shadows of tall trees to dance. The stars shimmered in the clear, dark sky.
Jungkook relished in this peaceful moment, finding solace away from the chaos that seemed to
constantly surround him. Despite the lateness of the hour, he felt as though the night would never
come to an end. Time had frozen, leaving Jungkook trapped in conversations with faces he had no
desire to remember.

“He knows about him.”

The realization hit him hard—he had been oblivious to the lurking danger, shadowing his every
move at the most inopportune moment.

He already had his suspicions about Namjoon having a relationship with Yoongi. But Jungkook had
no proof of that, which made the hypothesis empty, a simple opinion he'd keep to himself since this
still added nothing to the table.

Although Yoongi had been too silent about the intrusion on his territory and Jungkook couldn't
spare a thought to that piece of shit at such a moment… what he had just heard opened doors to
something much more horrid.
Namjoon, according to Jin's words, was already aware of his nightlife. The existence of the
recordings that had reached Jungkook's family was the only thing that could bring him that
knowledge. However, Jin did not appear in any of them. And the only way to put Jin and Jimin
together in the same sentence was to see them partying together. A recording from within.
Something that demonstrated they were in the same physical space.

They had been together for no more than, what, two weeks?

Jungkook drew in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he leaned against the balcony. He was going
crazy.

Think, he told himself. The breeze dancing around the leaves pulled the piece he needed from his
grip. He was close, yet so far.

The issue here was him knowing Jimin past the description of blonde bitch. Based on Jin's
explanation he had implied his relationship with him as a close one. They weren't the only ones in
the club that night. Youra had been there. Min-hyuk and Kai too. So why Jimin?

Jungkook took another drag, his gaze fixed on the same spot for minutes on end. He was
completely engrossed in this enigma, searching for that unknown piece he was on the verge of
clutching. "Think," he whispered silently, mouthing the command to himself, an urgent plea to
uncover the missing puzzle. Each step closer to unravelling the mystery seemed to expand the gap,
widening the enigma. His mind became a bunch of memories and scenes he kept replaying in hopes
of finding enough information to fill in the gaps and connect the dots.

Namjoon had people in the university. Maybe part of the security. But that was far from being a
tool to get him such information. Jungkook slammed his fist against the balcony. There was no
fucking way to know Jimin was an omega prey that easily unless—
The alpha stopped in his tracks. The cigar hung in the air and he glanced at his hands. Unless he
knew his full name, Jimin could not be tracked. And some stupid pictures in a club weren't clue
enough to know that; Jimin wasn't a celebrity. Jin had been with more people. So for Namjoon to
target their relationship in that comment he had to know Jin had been hanging out with the omega.
Jungkook could understand if some security staff had given him that information. However, that
was supposed to be the limit of his knowledge about him. Yet the same line that cut that limit was
the one that linked Jimin and Namjoon to the same point. The only place that Namjoon had access
to and that Jimin coincidentally was in, was the university.

"I haven't seen you in so long!" had said the principal when he saw Namjoon. The alpha hadn't put
a single foot on the building in years.

Jungkook dug his fangs into the flesh of his tongue. One thing was becoming clearer, and that was
that there was a potential chance that Namjoon had tracked Jimin's existence, and probably
everyone else that had been there that night.

That, or he had studied who was Jin's roommate. Both scenarios required him to actively go and
search who Jimin was. In the documents where the students were classified, the sub-label of the
hybrid aside from being alpha or an omega was not specified. Jungkook knew because he himself
had made a copy of Jimin's ID card to get into his room. Information such as the age, the degree,
and the sub-label required access to the University archives; where the private data of the students
were kept.

And that was a place not just anyone could access.

Jungkook noticed that the cigarette had gone out and quickly lit another. He was so close yet so far.
He couldn't fucking figure out how the hell Namjoon had taken Jimin's information from the
university when the university was strict on their privacy terms—
Unless a big figure like him had requested it?

"..." He contemplated the idea for a few seconds. He would ask the principal himself. Jungkook
didn't expect the truth from anyone's mouth but where there was a leash there was no space for
playing around. If the principal lied shit would only go worse for him.

Jin was telling the truth for sure. The omega liked Jimin, after all.

Jungkook sighed, frustrated, and ruffled his own hair. This was driving him insane. He couldn't
think straight after drinking so much and sitting around all those cockroaches roaming every corner.

Another thing was the old alpha. He couldn't stand being around his father for too long. The man
got on his nerves to the point it was a matter of time before Jungkook was back to arguing with him
for pushing his buttons.

"Fuck," he sighed, holding his head. He had drunk too much and while Jungkook still had a clear
mind, he felt his self-control less calculating, less focused on details. His attention was
concentrated on a single spot. A white dot in the room he kept eyeing back and forth.

He blew out the cigar smoke, letting all thoughts escape. Tension was still attached to his muscles.
Cold, stitching into his nerves. Jungkook blinked once, only now realizing that his eyes had been
open for too long.
Namjoon knows Jimin.

He had to ask the principal about any withdrawn documents. Namjoon must have sent someone or
emailed him. He chewed his lip absently. The gesture blossomed the fresh memory of a few hours
ago.

His lips tingled. He seemed to have lifted a weight as if the itch from days ago had finally been
scratched away. The flesh filling his lips vibrated and Jungkook touched it, self-absorbed. The
feeling of that mouth on his was a blow of oxygen into his lungs. He could breathe again. The
agonizing heat had finally lessened.

His tongue pushed against the back of his teeth. Jungkook’s chest swelled, remembering the wet
texture of Jimin's tongue. His feisty mouth had fought to have the upper hand but his pace had been
too slow for Jungkook's liking. He needed a rougher kiss. Jungkook needed his mouth to feel numb
from the harsh kissing.

Jungkook sighed as he stared, lost in his mind, at the dark vast scenery. The hall building stood tall
amidst a dense forest, its dark silhouette blending with the shadows. He scowled, irritated by the
uproar of the celebration inside.

Namjoon… Jimin…

Jin… Jimin… Namjoon…

He had to ask the principal. No. Check his emails. He’d hack into his emails and confirm that
himself.
The cool breeze nipped at his face as he leaned against the railing, exacerbating his annoyance. His
pupils constricted as he peered into the depths of the forest. The moonlight filtered through the
dense foliage, casting a pale glow on the trees in the distance. The soft rustling of leaves heightened
his restlessness. It felt too loud. He couldn’t think straight. Every time his eyelids dropped down
Namjoon’s smile flashed on his vision yet at the same time the sensation of kissing Jimin was
injected back into his senses, reviving the damn kiss in his nerves like a fucking broken CD
repeating that specific part of the track over and over again.

Jungkook was quick to mask his emotions the moment he heard a noise behind him. The alpha
turned, mood shifting to a calm attitude.

"You're here... I thought you had left." His friend walked closer. The silence of his breathing
became more loud as he got closer. Taehyung walked so close their shoulders touched. "Smoke
break? I haven't seen you smoke the whole night."

“You must've met Jin on your way here,” was all Jungkook said. The guy was begging to cry on his
shoulder.

His words melted the alpha instantly. "Jungkook..." Taehyung whined and his shoulders drooped
sad and dull as his eyes. "I can't do this."

Hearing him say that pissed the alpha off. "I knew you'd come crying to me," he turned back to the
open garden. "Your brother was starting to get on my nerves."
"I wish I could get rid of him," Taehyung murmured to himself in a whisper. Like Namjoon was
behind the door and could hear him. "I didn't see him capable of—"

"You did." Jungkook gently smacked the cigar's ass and brought it back to his lips. "Your fear isn't
based on nothing, after all."

Taehyung snorted. "Already at it. Let me complain for once, will you?"

"All I said was that Namjoon is your brother. You might not share blood with him but you've been
the witness of his behavior. So," Jungkook added, "don't act too surprised now."

"My brother for years and I still can’t look at him in the eyes…”

"Is every damn bone in you this weak?" Jungkook moved closer, his presence overtaking
Taehyung’s scent. "Because you sure as hell like to act all tough with all those alphas. Is not even
like you'll be disowned,” he retorted, “you don't have enough determination to bite the hand that
feeds you.”

“You know I can't. I don't want to be the heir either."

"I see," he said, smirking slightly. "So you'll get married to that girl your family's been pestering
you about and then what? Get invited to join the gangbangs your brother celebrates using the
omega you want so badly? Are you hearing yourself right now?" He took one last drag from his
cigarette and flicked it away into the darkness. “You sound like a fucking beta.”
The spilt painful truth sent a rollercoaster of emotions across Taehyung's face. A mix of
vulnerability and anguish flashed as if a punch to the gut had left him momentarily breathless.
"What do you want me to do exactly? I’m not a fucking snake. I can't even look at him the wrong
way."

“Spineless,” Jungkook dryly chuckled. He glanced at the alpha. “Go on, keep proving my point.”

"It's not just me who I'm worried about, okay?" Taehyung stretched out over the railing. His head
hung between his shoulders, pathetically breathing frustration back into his body. “I'm trapped. I
can't do anything. He'll target my mother.”

“Not if you kill him.” Jungkook leaned in closer and dragged his collar up, forcing the guy to
straighten his back. "You want to be free from your brother's grasp? Then you have to take the risk.
You must be willing to face the consequences of your actions. Think he'll always keep you around?
Only a fool can follow rules for that long. One day you'll snap when it's too late. When you have
nothing but your cock to fuck random bitches." He paused for a moment, then added, "But if you're
not willing to do that, then you might as well give up now. Because if you can't stand up to your
brother, then you're never going to be able to stand up to anyone."

“I just want to save Jin, dude…” Taehyung’s lips quivered, struggling to find words or hold back an
emotional response. The tightness in his jaw betrayed a mix of acceptance and defiance, as he
grappled with the truth he was confronted with. A part of him that knew he'd made a mistake
clashed with the part that he resented hearing it from Jungkook. "I knew Namjoon'd be mad but not
this mad..." He looked away, to the dark tide of shadows dancing from one side to the other. "Have
you seen what he's done to him? He looks like a zombie," he whimpered. His knuckles turned
white as he clenched the railing between his fingers. "He won't even talk to me..."

"How the fuck do you expect him to talk to you when you were the first to throw him under the
bus?" Jungkook hissed in irritation. "Don't piss me off."
Taehyung bit his lip. He passed a hand over his face before he started wandering in circles over the
balcony. "I don't know what I was thinking..."

"Well maybe instead of rubbing yourself in your own shit go and save him."

"My brother will have my head rolling to your house."

"So you don't care about him."

"Are you even listening!? Of course I do!"

"Let's get this clear Taehyung," Jungkook sighed, "As long as your fear for your own life and
against your brother is stronger than your selfish need to fuck Jin," he said firmly, "you have no
right to cry around like a sore loser."

He could see how Taehyung’s mind was slowly searching for the clapback. His eyebrows trembled
over his eyes, searching for a reaction that soon switched to a defensive scowl. "Since when are you
the voice of reason here."

"Start changing your responses. Every fucking time I try to put some sense in your head I'm
suddenly an enemy to you."
"You'd have done the same. I was in a tight position."

"Tight pussy, more like it. Fucked a new bitch the same night they recorded that video."

"We had a fight and I was mad."

Jungkook scoffed. "Threw him to the lion's den over a fucking fight."

"And you—"

"Again?" Jungkook spat annoyed. "Me what now? Using my behaviour to excuse yours doesn't fix
shit." Taehyung pursed his lips. "I'm not trying to make it seem like I haven't done worse shit. But
if you'll be evil then fucking own it and stop crying on everyone's shoulder." His mood had been a
burden to everyone around him. "I can't always be there to fix your shit Taehyung, help your slow
ass with grades, help you make connections. I have to be there for you like a fucking child and now
you want me to save your bitch because you are one too." Jungkook continued angrily as Taehyung
stared down at his feet shamefully. He knew Jungkook was right, but he didn't know how to
respond. Though he was always so quick to defend himself.

"You're the only person I consider my friend..." the alpha trailed off. His voice threatened to break
as he tried to hold back his emotions, "who else am I supposed to come to?"

Jungkook had the urge to break his jaw. "Maybe you should open your ears when you come to me
for a pep talk instead of expecting to hear what you want." It was like replaying a worn-out scene.
Taehyung would sit there and pretend to hear him. No matter how many words were spoken, the
idiot never truly listened. All he wanted was reassurance that everything would be fine. But the
truth was, nothing would be fine. Not when Jungkook was just now discovering Namjoon had his
eyes on Jimin too. "You've thrown your omega to the worst man."

"I know, I just—"

"Did you seriously think your brother wouldn't do anything to him?" Jungkook pushed himself into
the alpha’s space. The guy had to lean away at the sudden closeness. Their noses almost touched.
"He's been groping Jin since back when we were in high school."

A drastic commotion burst from downstairs, halting his voice. The sound of yelling pierced the air,
drawing the attention of both alphas away from their conversation. Jungkook’s gaze flickered with
a hint of suspicion.

"Someone’s yelling…” Taehyung stated, also staring at the empty corridor.

“No shit.” The screams were getting louder with each passing second. His senses fought to pick on
the anxiety Jimin was now having and read through it. The omega’s mind was flashing in red,
panicking all over the place.

The alpha’s expression twitched. Cold sweat broke at the possibility of what was going on
downstairs.

Namjoon.
No fucking way.

The snake predator dashed to the door but Taehyung stopped him in his tracks, his eyes wide with
apprehension. "Who cares. I need you to help me."

Jungkook's instincts tingled, and his uneasiness grew. A deep sense of dread settled within him as
he peered towards the corridor leading downstairs. Something was amiss, and he knew it. “I’m not
helping your ass. Let go of me before I break your arm and give you a real reason to be crying
about.”

Yanking his arm forcefully out of a shocked Taehyung’s grasp, Jungkook’s usually impassive face
revealed a flicker of concern. But not for his friend, but for the omega. "No," he said firmly. "I can’t
go back to where my brother—"

Taehyung’s arm was nearly wrenched out of its socket from the forceful yank. Angry fangs bared,
and his hand was ripped off so harshly his wrist collided with the edge of the balcony, the force of
the thrust teetering him dangerously close to toppling over into the dark abyss of the forest below.

Taehyung's earlier facade of strength faltered, fear and uncertainty taking over his trembling voice.
"What the fuck, Jungkook!?" he screamed, his voice laced with pain. The alpha had almost torn his
limb off. "You-"

However, Jungkook had already stormed off downstairs.

 ─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠ· ───────

The omega absentmindedly toyed with the rim of his glass, his head resting against the cool wall as
he resumed his role as a mere spectator.

Jungkook had clearly deceived him. Jimin couldn't shake off the bitterness over the fact that he had
actually believed that bastard. It had been a flimsy excuse to make the bunny leave, all so the snake
predator could have a private conversation with Jin. It had been no more than five minutes in which
Jimin had been consumed by paranoia the entire time, only finding relief when he had seen Jin
return unscathed. It was hard to imagine what had been his conversation with Jungkook. They had
nothing to talk about apart from spitting on each other’s faces.

But it wasn’t like he was now in a better place. As soon as he had strolled down the stairs his friend
had been forcefully pulled by Namjoon to a corner of the lounge. Seeing the way he grabbed Jin
fuelled a fit of murderous anger in Jimin that served little when he could do nothing but sit and,
sadly, watch.

A heavy sigh escaped the blond's lips, his spirit weighed down by the circumstances. He peeked
around the room for what felt like the hundredth time that night. His father was engrossed in one
conversation after another, socializing with every person in sight like the social butterfly he was.

The diligent servants had started tidying up the tables and clearing away the remnants of the
celebration. The mood had shifted significantly, and the guest families were back to their lively
light chatting that seemed to never end. Jimin's mother, who was clinging to her husband, kept
casting the occasional glance his way. A control-check, Jimin liked to call it.

Between the tide of vibrant heads, some brown, some blonde, of various lengths and textures, the
omega distractedly watched people chat among each other until his eyes stopped at one singular
face —the one who had busted open the doors in the middle of the principal's speech. Jimin noticed
a certain familiarity in those features. The lights had been turned off at that time, so he couldn't
appreciate her face as much, and Jimin was now... feeling strange.

She looked so familiar...?

The omega could barely get out of the trance before he found himself walking towards the woman.
He cautiously approached her amidst the lively celebration. His braveness wasn't new to him;
alcohol always brought to the surface that nerve that didn't fear the outcome of his next words, or
his next actions.

His footsteps pushed the bodies in his path. He dodged from one to the other, trying to get as close
as possible.
Getting close only confirmed what he was already so sure about, and his mind quickly connected
the features he recognized within seconds.

Droopy eyes, thick black head. Her hair was straight, falling in a brilliant cascade over her
shoulders down to the cut from her waist. She was so beautiful. Her long lashes followed the
drooping edge of her eyelids. Her makeup was lacking, unlike the man who accompanied her.

Daehyun. She was Daehyun's mother. There was no doubt looking at her face, rough facial features
that somehow only made her beauty more delicate. The attractiveness of her son had been sewn
raw into the DNA of the alpha she had brought into the world.

Jimin snapped from the bubble of thoughts right when his feet reached the woman. A wave of
nervousness brought him back to reality but he shoved the worry away. This was so random but he
needed to confirm, to know. Just a small update.

Before speaking, the omega took a deep breath and gathered all of his courage. "Excuse me,
ma'am," he said timidly. He had to know if he was right about this. As the tall lady turned, his lips
dried up from the tension. "Are you...?" His voice trembled slightly as he awaited her response,
unsure how she would take his question. His words were meaningless, but the lady was already
twisting her brows. Her shoulders shifted to face the omega who was attempting to converse with
her.

"Who are you?"

Jimin gobbled on the air building up in his throat. Her tone wasn't fond of his presence. It was quite
obvious. He felt the robe pressing against his skin. Had he seriously walked over a stranger? When
the rest of the predators watched, the residual suspense in his question became heavier. Perhaps
there were just a few and Jimin's mind was playing the old trick of making him believe everyone
was looking at him, waiting for him to fuck up.

"Daehyun's friend. You must be his mother."

She nodded in silence. His face lit up when he saw that he hadn't been wrong in his guess. Her
arched brow was so tense that the wrinkles stretched across her forehead seemed to become an
eternal mark on her skin. Jimin crushed the sides of his robe as if his hands were sweaty. What was
he about to say? He hadn't even planned this beforehand. "I…"

“What do you need? Yes, Daehyun's my son. Your name? I've never seen you before." She sipped
from the glass of alcohol between her long nails, eyes never leaving the prey standing like an offer
of sacrifice. There was a clear superiority in the air. She moved with grace and elegance, with an
authority worthy of a predator like her. Werewolves were known for being scary, but she didn't lean
that way. The more Jimin looked at her, he saw an authoritative figure, one full of respect. The head
alpha of a feral pack. No wonder the principal had avoided her. She couldn't be too happy about
how the man had handled the situation with her son. “You won’t answer?”

He had forgotten to reply.

“Ah…” he looked at his own feet hidden under his robe. Sweat pooled in the furrow of his back. It
seemed that a criminal confession was about to spill from his lips. “I'm his friend. Jin's friend.”

"I know Jin." She cut. Jimin saw her neck tighten. Dark iris expanded under her pupils. His heart
quickened for some reason. "But I don't know you."
"I'm Jimin." His introduction plummeted into a stiff silence that splashed all over his face. “I just
want to know how's Daehyun doing after leaving the hospital. I haven't gotten any news about him
and…”

At first, her expression remained unreadable, her sharp gaze fixed on him, assessing his every word
and movement.

It passed in an ephemeral second. Her appeased face twisted into a snarl of rage.

Fangs. Jimin saw the ivory white of her fangs flash at him. She was growling before the words spat
out of her mouth. “The one who got my son admitted to the hospital?”

And then, as if a switch has been flipped, her features contorted with a mixture of anger, disbelief,
and hatred. A storm was brewing behind them as recognition dawned in her eyes. It was as if the
weight of a thousand emotions slammed into her in an instant, transforming her expression to one
of pure rage.

Jimin took a step back. But the woman wouldn't have it. "I-"

“How dare you come here and ask about my son after putting him there!?” Her voice rose to
decibels that threatened to break the glass surrounding the high walls. “Thanks to you Daehyun is
rotting in that bed, barely able to shift without bleeding. Do you have any idea of the hell he's been
through because of you!?”
The omega found himself at a loss for words, his earlier confusion now mingling with fear and
regret. He stammered, trying to explain, "It wasn't me... Your son... he protected me. I never meant
to bring any harm to him!” But his voice trembled, barely audible amidst the chaos of the
celebration and the weight of the woman’s crashing anger. "I didn't-" Jimin couldn't continue with
his poor explanation. He didn't what? Because of him, Daehyun was still chained to that stretcher.
Because of him, Daehyun's life had taken a twist with no turning back. “I never meant to h-hurt
him… He's—"

A surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins as he witnessed the transformation before his eyes.
The woman's body language became more aggressive, her shoulders squaring and her posture
becoming even more upright. The air around them crackled with an electric intensity as her wrath
consumed her, painting a terrifying image that sent shivers down the omega's spine.

Her hand rose in that split second. With a swift motion, it arched back, the fancy glass of wine held
firmly in her grasp. The predator's muscles tensed, ready to unleash the liquid upon Jimin. As her
arm propelled forward a cold splash of alcohol collided with the omega's face, creating small
ripples that died against the surface. The sound of the wine meeting his body was a harsh splatter
that echoed briefly in the surrounding space. The water seeped into the fabric, making it darken and
dampen. Jimin gasped for a moment. His now wet eyes tried to blink through the sudden attack as
his skin absorbed the impact.

The omega hiccupped. His body was washed in ice-cold liquid. Jimin's expression turned pale from
the shock. Various gasps reverberated through the room, along with questions about what
happened. The omega looked at his reflection in the bottle sitting on the table next to him. His hair
was damp from the liquor, and his tunic had turned down to a mere scrap of cloth clinging to his
chest. The bloody trace of the red from the wine had stained the white of his robe.

“Only a prey could be this shameless. Coming here to ask about my son after you made everyone
target him. If he had never defended you he would still be a healthy young alpha. You preys only
bring misery to people's lives.”
Her words sounded like a muffled echo. Jimin could hear her but her voice was so far, so distant
from where his feet stood —despite the fact that he was less than a meter away from her and her
accusations. He had a hard time absorbing the public humiliation he had just been subjected to. He
couldn't even bring himself to be mad at this. His mind refused to place the blame on anyone but
him.

It was then when Jimin's body vibrated in horror, a sharp tingle of alert hitting his body when
sensing a sizzling fury emanating from behind. His eyes darted to the other side, out of the corner
of his eye. Panic escalated to his throat when he detected the source.

Jungkook's jaw was so locked that his teeth were about to smash against each other. His clavicle
strings were stretched all the way from the edge of his mandible to the junction of his neck. He was
struggling to keep control. On the other side of his torso, the alpha had a curled red fist that
trembled with rage. His father had a hand over his shoulder, almost like a leash to keep his son in
place. But Jungkook a second away from ripping his hand off in the most gruesome way.

Jimin imagined the scenario where Daehyun's mother ended up dead, eaten alive by Jungkook in
front of everyone. The alpha was capable of anything, he knew that. His tall figure had a
threatening stance. The air was growing thick around him. His anger was escalating slights Jimin
did not want to reach. If he stepped in, Jimin was done.

"Don't..." Jimin mouthed. The fucker couldn't hear him, why was he even whispering?

Instantly, a jolt snip through the rising tension. Jimin's mother, now alarmed and furious, stormed
between them. Her eyes flashed with a fit of righteous anger as she surveyed the situation, her
maternal instincts taking precedence over any sense of modesty. "Jimin!" His mother rushed angrily
at the woman. Her bulging eyes shot at the predator in front of them. “How dare you touch my
son!?” she demanded in horror.
Mr Park dashed after her. His panicked eyes searched for his son and he rushed his walk when he
noticed the wine splattered all over Jimin's body. The clash of emotions reverberated through the
air, adding to the confusion. "What is this about, Jimin?" he drew between the escalating voices,
joining the scene. "What’s happening? What did you do?" he exclaimed, his voice more worried
than in disbelief.

Both parents stood bewildered, struggling to comprehend the truth behind their son's involvement
with the predator.

“Is this a joke? You should be kissing my feet for not requesting your son to be expelled.”
Daehyun's mother couldn't hold back the hurricane she had been holding ever since she came to the
dinner. The principal had avoided her and for Jimin’s horrible luck, he just had to provoke her, not
knowing he was the target she had been looking for. "Took advantage of my son's kindness to
involve him in this and save himself!” As she raised her voice the overwhelming frustration pushed
it to a roar, piercing through the smooth sound of the piano at her back. "Get off my sight before I
make you regret coming here."

"What is this about!? You're the one that will be reported for this!" Mr Park retorted, his words
heavy with accusation. The alpha stood between his wife and the other woman. The weight of the
situation bore down on Jimin. No wonder. No wonder she had been looking so mad the time she
had entered the room. Fuck.

Fuck!

The air crackled with a palpable tension, the collective anger and confusion forming an invisible
barrier between both families. "Oh you haven't heard?" Daehyun's mother scoffed. She could tell
Jimin's parents were just as lost as the rest of the guests. “Everyone is having so many problems
ever since he'd been admitted to this university. He seduces alphas and drags them into his drama.
What do I even expect from your kind? Underdeveloped creatures.”
Underdeveloped. Jimin bit his lip. His father's hands on his shoulder squeezed him tighter. He was
furious, just as much as him. “What is she talking about… Jimin.”

It was there when the omega knew he was done for. "Mom...I-"

“Tell them about what you did to my son,” she pressed. Her threatening presence was protected by
the rest of the guests. Suddenly everyone was against Jimin and his family. He could tell by their
stares filled with disgust and irritation. “How you had been seducing Jeon and used Daehyun to
protect you when problems came down to your door.”

His mother remained silent. Jimin could only see her back but he couldn't guess what was crossing
her mind. Seducing Jeon… Now she knew.

Now she was aware of the kind of son she had.

Regardless of the truth of the situation, Jimin was to blame.

Omegas were always to blame.

There was nothing he could do about it.

“My son is not like that,” his mother whispered. Her voice sounded unsure. Her hand was shaking.
She didn't want to believe it, but she knew it was true. “He's a respectful omega..."

“Surprised? I'm guessing you haven't heard the rumours from the rest of the parents,” the alpha
crossed her arms, confident knowing her last comment had made an effect. Her empty glass had
been passed to the man next to her. She was about to do it—tell them her version of the story.
“Your son was roommates with a whore that was cheating on the Kim's heir. I'd also like to add he's
been toying with my son, with the Jeon heir and other alphas.” What? “That was why his room was
destroyed and he had been relocated. He should've kept his legs closed if he was so respectful. The
main—”

“I was targeted!” Jimin snapped. Why was she lying!?

“Targeted? Do you have proof of that?” She stopped for a second, her eyes back on him. “The
principal has told me you've been causing problems ever since you came here. First trying to create
drama against the Jeon and then befriending my son so you could have someone to pay the price
for your lack of shame.” Jimin was speechless. Daehyun’s mother made a scowl. “Disgusting
creature, you should be ashamed of your kind. If I was you—"

"That's enough."

The woman's face switched at the sight of Jungkook walking straight to her. Her posture became
stiff when the predator came forward, straight to her direction. He looked ready to yank her head
off and that was clear enough for her aura to become sour, defensive against the snake that had just
entered her space. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“It has when you've said my name twice already. Whatever shit happened to your son there's no one
to blame but those who did that to him,” he spoke. Jimin refused to look at them. His eyes
remained on the ground. His father was angry, he could feel it on the weight of his hold over his
shoulders. Meanwhile, his mother remained still in the middle of the room. She was processing all
of this.

"It's also your fault. You and your group!"

"Yeah," Jungkook admitted. “Feel free to throw a glass at me too,” he added. One could sense by
his tone that he was livid. However, to Jimin's surprised, he hadn't snapped. “But you won't do it.
It's easier to come for the small prey.”

Daehyun’s mother looked around, as if mocking his words. “Honey I’m not scared of a kid. You
should also be expelled from this place. I should've never changed my mind about leaving my son
here, around snakes. You all have a long story of being unhinged beasts. Especially you. Everyone
knows you and your family are insane. But you,” she uttered, then pointed at his face, “are the
worst of them.” She was quick to take her escape right after the end of her words, as if knowing
what she had just said would bite her back. And still, surprisingly, the snake predator never touched
her. Jimin had expected him to throw her to the ground, to snap her neck, to murder her in front of
everyone and make the bunny's life even worse.

Jungkook didn’t stop her. He let her turn to the door. It was almost like he could tell Jimin didn’t
want him to do anything.

Daehyun’s father followed after the alpha. Everyone stared as they left after making the mess they
did seconds ago.

“Did you hear that…?”

“He’s been sleeping with the Jeon heir…”

“Is that the bunny student my son was talking about?”

"Poor guy... he's been lured by a prey and now he's stuck in a hospital."

"Their kind can't be trusted."

The whispers became a buzz that triggered a wave of panic choking him. An acidic taste throbbed
on his tongue. "That's not true," he whispered, words stumbling with each other. "It's not true!"
Jimin gasped when his body was pushed against his will. The older alpha grabbed him and
propelled him to walk. "Dad!? What are you doing!?"

“We’re leaving,” he firmly said. Jimin shook his head.

“No! She’s lying, dad!”

"I can’t believe this…” the man mumbled. He looked hurt.

“Dad—
“I don't want to hear it, Jimin. Walk.”

Jungkook stared from his spot. He had a few eyes on him, watching and waiting for his reaction.
For everyone’s surprise, the alpha took a step towards the father and his son. He walked closer to
the shivering omega. His touch called to calm Jimin's panicked expression, to take him away from
this mess and, if he could, go back in the past to never let any of this blow in his omega's face.
There was no doubt it was his fault and Jungkook hated the lack of guilt in his chest. He thrived for
that feeling now, for that pang of weakness.

“Stay away from my son!” spat his mother as soon as she saw Jungkook heading towards Jimin's
shameful stance. Instead of targeting her, the alpha threw a glance at her husband.

Mr Park dodged his gaze. “Walk.” His hold on his son became harsher and he almost sent Jimin to
the floor from how roughly he was pushing him to move forward.

Jimin crossed the gates, head ducked in shame. The bunny family left in the span of a second,
leaving every witness behind in the crammed hall. Right before he was lost in the distance the
omega turned his neck to look, for what seemed like the last time, in the alpha's direction.

It was the second time Jungkook felt a crushing regret. He couldn't even revenge the shame his
omega had gone through, unable to also make the situation worse for him by snapping at the
woman. His eyes still remained locked on the sad brown ones melting in the darkness outside,
being pushed further away from his grasp. He could do nothing but watch how his own actions had
hurt the person he now wanted to protect the most.

If Jimin had already been distancing himself from the alpha, now there was another barrier between
them.
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"You and I need to talk, son."

"Now you want to talk? To scold me? Where were you when I needed advice?" Jimin spoke.
The response was as expected. Silent. Dry. Painfully disappointing.

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His mother remained silent. Jimin could only see her back but he couldn't guess what was crossing
her mind. Seducing Jeon… Now she knew.

Now she was aware of the kind of son she had.

Regardless of the truth of the situation, Jimin was to blame.

Omegas were always to blame.

There was nothing he could do about it.

“My son is not like that,” his mother whispered. Her voice sounded unsure. Her hand was shaking.
She didn't want to believe it, but she knew it was true. “He's a respectful omega..."

“Surprised? I'm guessing you haven't heard the rumours from the rest of the parents,” the alpha
crossed her arms, confident knowing her last comment had made an effect. Her empty glass had
been passed to the man next to her. She was about to do it—tell them her version of the story. “Your
son was roommates with a whore that was cheating on the Kim's heir. I'd also like to add he's been
toying with my son, with the Jeon heir and other alphas.” What? “That was why his room was
destroyed and he had been relocated. He should've kept his legs closed if he was so respectful. The
main—”

“I was targeted!” Jimin snapped. Why was she lying!?

“Targeted? Do you have proof of that?” She stopped for a second, her eyes back on him. “The
principal has told me you've been causing problems ever since you came here. First trying to create
drama against the Jeon and then befriending my son so you could have someone to pay the price
for your lack of shame.” Jimin was speechless. Daehyun’s mother made a scowl. “Disgusting
creature, you should be ashamed of your kind. If I was you—"

"That's enough."
The woman's face switched at the sight of Jungkook walking straight to her. Her posture became
stiff when the predator came forward, straight to her direction. He looked ready to yank her head
off and that was clear enough for her aura to become sour, defensive against the snake that had just
entered her space. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“It has when you've said my name twice already. Whatever shit happened to your son there's no
one to blame but those who did that to him,” he spoke. Jimin refused to look at them. His eyes
remained on the ground. His father was angry, he could feel it on the weight of his hold over his
shoulders. Meanwhile, his mother remained still in the middle of the room. She was processing all
of this.

"It's also your fault. You and your group!"

"Yeah," Jungkook admitted. “Feel free to throw a glass at me too,” he added. One could sense by
his tone that he was livid. However, to Jimin's surprised, he hadn't snapped. “But you won't do it.
It's easier to come for the small prey.”

Daehyun’s mother looked around, as if mocking his words. “Honey I’m not scared of a kid. You
should also be expelled from this place. I should've never changed my mind about leaving my son
here, around snakes. You all have a long story of being unhinged beasts. Especially you. Everyone
knows you and your family are insane. But you,” she uttered, then pointed at his face, “are the
worst of them.” She was quick to take her escape right after the end of her words, as if knowing
what she had just said would bite her back. And still, surprisingly, the snake predator never
touched her. Jimin had expected him to throw her to the ground, to snap her neck, to murder her in
front of everyone and make the bunny's life even worse.

Jungkook didn’t stop her. He let her turn to the door. It was almost like he could tell Jimin didn’t
want him to do anything.
Daehyun’s father followed after the alpha. Everyone stared as they left after making the mess they
did seconds ago.

“Did you hear that…?”

“He’s been sleeping with the Jeon heir…”

“Is that the bunny student my son was talking about?”

"Poor guy... he's been lured by a prey and now he's stuck in a hospital."

"Their kind can't be trusted."

The whispers became a buzz that triggered a wave of panic choking him. An acidic taste throbbed
on his tongue. "That's not true," he whispered, words stumbling with each other. "It's not true!"
Jimin gasped when his body was pushed against his will. The older alpha grabbed him and
propelled him to walk. "Dad!? What are you doing!?"

“We’re leaving,” he firmly said. Jimin shook his head.

“No! She’s lying dad!”

"I can’t believe this…” the man mumbled. He looked hurt.

“Dad—

“I don't want to hear it, Jimin. Walk.”

Jungkook stared from his spot. He had a few eyes on him, watching and waiting for his reaction.
For everyone’s surprise, the alpha took a step towards the father and his son. He walked closer to
the shivering omega. His touch called to calm Jimin's panicked expression, to take him away from
this mess and, if he could, go back in the past to never let any of this blow in his omega's face.
There was no doubt it was his fault and Jungkook hated the lack of guilt in his chest. He thrived for
that feeling now, for that pang of weakness.

“Stay away from my son!” spat his mother as soon as she saw Jungkook heading towards Jimin's
shameful stance. Instead of targeting her, the alpha threw a glance at her husband.

Mr Park dodged his gaze. “Walk.” His hold on his son became harsher and he almost sent Jimin to
the floor from how roughly he was pushing him to move forward.

Jimin crossed the gates, head ducked in shame. The bunny family left in the span of a second,
leaving every witness behind in the crammed hall. Right before he was lost in the distance the
omega turned his neck to look, for what seemed like the last time, in the alpha's direction.
It was the second time Jungkook felt a crushing regret. He couldn't even revenge the shame his
omega had gone through, unable to also make the situation worse for him by snapping at the
woman. His eyes still remained locked on the sad brown ones melting in the darkness outside, being
pushed further away from his grasp. He could do nothing but watch how his own actions had hurt
the person he now wanted to protect the most.

If Jimin had already been distancing himself from the alpha, now there was another barrier
between them.

❝ⅩⅩⅠⅠ❞

The ride back was an agonizing silence that, like the cold drop of sweat on his temple, seemed
never-ending. Jimin's eyes never left the window. Every time the car crossed and exited a street,
lights flickered across his face. Streetlamps peeked out to look at him, curious, noticing the
moisture accumulating in his eyes every time he blinked. His hand was clenched in a tight fist—so
tight that his nails dug into his palm. He had lost control of the steering wheel and now recoiled
within his skin, hiding from what was to come. But if there was one thing he had learned over the
years, it was that time was no remedy. Much less hiding or crying. He could spend his whole life
weeping, lamenting his frustration under the sheets, where no one saw him, where only he heard his
own sobs.

It hit Jimin like a cold slap in a silent room —reverberating him back to his reality. Nothing had
changed. At this pace, nothing would. It wasn't a tale like those seen in novels or television
programs, where a happy ending was waiting for him at the conclusion of an arduous journey. The
fact that there was no twist was tough to digest. His heart was the only place where the spark could
ignite. Jimin was too worn out and drained to attempt lighting it once more. It was easier to let it
slowly die and fade to its original state, back to that cold, sad place in his mind that assured him
that anything was better than attempting to change something in the gears of his life, that destiny
written for him.

The wind was flowing through the gaps left by the car's windows, making the night bitterly cold
and merciless. The omega lay curled up in the back seat, between the angry shadows of his parents.
The boy's face was tilted downward, and the car's interior light created lengthy shadows that
highlighted the fear that was gradually seeping into his thoughts and carving itself into his features.

No one spoke. No one said anything. The only sound came from the street, from the speed of the
wheels against the asphalt. Jimin looked down, noticing his own trembling hands. It humiliated him
to see himself in such a state, shaky and timid. But it was the shock of what had happened. The heat
of the adrenaline from the scandal still cooling on his skin. The smell of wine lingered subtly on his
robe. He was cold. His head ached. He hated this.

His mother cupped her hands around her head, sight resting on her lap. As they went by, huffs
mixed with the sound of the wheels screeching. His temple throbbed when he looked at her. He
didn't feel sorry for her but for himself. The worst part was knowing that none of this would have
happened if he had been an alpha; none of this should have been such a scandal. His frustration
with the unfairness of it all was overwhelming. And for what? Useless feelings drove him nowhere.
He could throw tantrums, scream for help, and still, their mentalities would remain the same. Even
if he threatened his parents or pleaded with them, their opinion would never change. Despite his
frustration, he knew he needed to remain calm and composed. Act like he wasn't going crazy right
now. If he let go of the rope, Jimin would unravel in front of the last couple of people he wanted to
look weak.

The landscape outside had gone dark, and the railway tracks stretched out like a desolate pathway
to nowhere. Under the pitch darkness, the highway that was normally teeming with activity during
the day was deserted and unsettling. The howls of the distant wind and the rare lone whistle of a
nearby car were the only sounds that rattled through the motionless scenery.

He slightly relaxed in his seat. The subtle vibration of the car passed into his head when he rested
his forehead on the window. The car quickly moved away from the university, leaving it behind like
the ending of a traumatic horror movie. Jimin was more horrified by the idea of what was coming
next. It felt like throwing in the towel after everything he had endured to free himself from his
parents. His greatest asset had always been the university. A tiny ticket to adulthood and an
opportunity to loosen all the bonds that bound him to his parents. Though he didn't have a strategy,
he had anticipated that it would become clear to him over time. He had no financial necessity. He
was never equal because of that. Jimin desired a completed degree certificate. An accomplishment
made by him, and only him. Even if that didn't open many doors, it made him feel complete. There
weren't many omega preys in South Korea who worked in the same field as his father. Shit, they
rarely were even something more than a baby machine or forced into sexual labour.

Anxiety slowly wrapped itself around his neck. Air thinned from his lungs to a choked whisper he
swallowed down, blinking fast. It was falling all over him; the hard reality currently playing.
Jimin's worst nightmare had finally manifested itself. Him taken away, trapped in that house. Back
to wearing whatever his mother wanted, eating whatever his mother wanted, behaving like
someone he was far from ever becoming.

"I hope you're happy." Jimin's eyes lifted to the rearview mirror. His mother's silhouette against the
light didn't turn to look at him. He could only hear her voice as she remained hidden in her seat,
head down. "For shaming us. This is what you wanted, right? You hate this family, after all."

Her words felt like a cold punch in the stomach. Despite how much he hated having to prove
something to his parents and follow their ideals, it hurt to see the pulsating disappointment in her
voice. It diminished Jimin, making him a child again. How many times had he let himself be
swallowed by that manipulative tone? Guilt consumed him, and he, as naive as ever, grabbed his
mother's hand so that she wouldn't release his.

It was a foolproof method. Lift a person's self-esteem in the air with compliments, only to shatter it
with small hits on the back of the head. Until they learned to lower their heads.

But this time was different. Not only this time—many times. At some point in his life, Jimin had
noticed that the loop, as its name already implied, never ended. And what a blessing to realize
things were not as pretty as he wanted to believe. His mother was never completely happy, and if
she was, it was conditional happiness, gradually turning into a drug that he had to feed her until he
had nothing left. So few things could make her happy, and so many could disappoint her.

But undoubtedly, what awakened the most in Jimin was the growing indifference that emerged. The
truth was that regardless of how his mother felt, he was never satisfied with himself. Yes, he got
good grades, and she was happy, and then what? He acted like an angel next to her, and she was
happy, and then what? He forced himself to suppress his own feelings, desires, likes, and opinions
just to make her happy.

But then what?

Was it worth living conditioned by someone else? Jimin thought about who he was supposed to
make happy, and at some point in his short life, his mother stopped appearing in his mind, but his
younger self. The little Jimin that never felt fully complete. The one full of dreams for a brighter
future than his own. Sure, he was well off. He had always been fed and dressed in the best his
mother could provide. However, money didn’t fill that gap. Nothing did.

When little Jimin looked back when returning from school and saw his alpha classmates, his world
clenched into a fist. While he was wrapped in a silky blanket by his parents, which was already a
privilege, others had something he didn't have. The freedom to decide. To go out partying when
they felt like it. To express their opinions. They went through life making sure others saw them for
who they were, while Jimin was indoctrinated to fit in a shape that wasn’t his.

It was useless to make others happy when that happiness was dead inside him. Call him greedy,
selfish, but he couldn't resist putting his own desires first. The feeling of satisfaction was above
everything else.

It was then that a switch happened within him. Jimin didn't care. In fact, he didn't want to care.
Caring about others' happiness and opinions meant losing his own. It was a conditioned equation
where both things couldn't exist at the same time. Society rarely knew what an individual truly
wanted; they couldn't have the right opinion over every person out there. Either he had to sacrifice
his own desires and compromise his principles or throw others' disappointments out the window.

It was a clear decision. Only a fool could doubt where to put their foot.

"You won't even listen to me," Jimin muttered. His voice fought not to tremble. "Took that woman's
words instead of your own son's. I'm the victim here but you refuse to see that."

His words were poison to his mother's ears. The woman turned in her seat. Her eyes pale with
anger. The backlight hid the brown of her iris, making her gaze an eerie picture that raised the
omega's body hair. His mother looked so furious that it was hard to recognize the calm face of the
woman with all the wrinkles that now appeared when she frowned fiercely. "Don't you dare speak
back to me!"

Jimin tightened the seatbelt across his chest. "So I should just take your accusations!? You're not
always right!—"

"Enough!" His father barked out of nowhere. His wife flinched, while Jimin remained still, even
madder for being cut off in his words. "I don't want to hear a single thing from you two tonight. Do
you hear me?" The older omega was quick to nod, but she didn't seem to like the sudden decision
of shutting her down. She wouldn't reject his order, though. That was like a crime for a housewife
like her. His eyes dragged back to his son. "Jimin."

"I heard you," gritted the blond, before looking back at the window, "for fuck's sake.”
With the premonition coming true as the kilometers to his house decreased, the omega was slowly
having a meltdown. The silence in the car felt heavy. It was an accusation in the air that was
choking him. Even a bunch of fingers pointing at him felt less obvious. He was going to drown in
his shit for the rest of the trip, and once there, he was going to hide in his bed. Maybe they had put
cameras in his room. He couldn't put anything past his mother.

The omega closed his eyes frustrated. His mother had fallen silent after his father's intervention.

─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠⅠ· ───────

Jungkook wasn't listening to anything coming out of the teacher's mouth. The empty seat had stolen
all his attention, regardless of how aware he was of the situation, regardless of how unsurprising it
was all of this. His eyes hadn't moved from the digital board full of numbers, faking a concentration
he lacked. His mind hid it well, how from the moment he had crossed the door, the only thing
standing out in his distant field of vision was the gap where the omega used to sit.
Jungkook had acted unbothered about it. More out of habit than anything. He hadn't even tried
mentioning Jimin. It wasn't the risk that stopped him, but the unnecessary attempt to smooth out the
lines of an already wrinkled suit. If anyone wanted to form an opinion on the issue, they were free
to do that. Jungkook rarely cared about anyone's thoughts unless the person could provide
something to him. It had already started though, the wave of throbbing curiosity among the
students.

He noted the rest of the points from the lecture on the computer. Answered some emails during the
breaks. Eyes on his back. Eyes on the screen he had in front of him. They were attentive today,
wanting to dig deeper into his head to get a glimpse of something in the snake predator.

Of what, exactly? Was he supposed to cry? Jungkook raised a tired eyebrow at the silly idea. They
either expected him to exaggerate a fake indifference that would expose him, or straight up get mad
about being mentioned next to Jimin's name.

Neither of those scenarios should've been expected from him. His reactions were silent, except in
certain details in him that only someone who knew him enough would notice.

Only one person in the room was capable of that.

Jungkook had made eye contact twice today. Minhyuk was good at playing the acquaintances act,
especially around Kai. They barely acknowledged each other. The alpha had raised his chin in his
direction, with the usual straight expression that Jungkook also had.

However, he could sense the alpha's agitation. Minhyuk was just too cunning. He was probably
thinking of the amount of weed Jungkook was blowing off tonight. The "I told you, didn't I?" talk
was brewing in his head since last night. Though he wasn't one to give criticism, Minhyuk made it
plain. If there was something Jungkook hated about him, it was how well he could see through him.

Jungkook didn't have any explaining to do here. The only person he wanted to hear him was Jimin,
and that was a long-time dead end now that half of the bomb had already blown off.

Taehyung was off that list, too. The alpha was close to snatching his head too if any of his
suspicions were confirmed. The fucker was actually worse than he had thought. The level was
going lower to the point he was seriously confused as to why Jin was even into such a loser.

He still had to get into the principal's office and figure this enigma out by himself. However, first
things first—he had to start crossing people off the list.

And Daehyun's mother was the current main enemy.

That bitch had been in Jungkook’s mind since that disaster at the dinner. Thinking of what methods
to use was on the same line as giving him a damn boner. The more high and mighty someone acted,
the more viciously his mind desired to see that person twisting in fear for forgiveness.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened at the thought.

She wasn’t an easy target, but Jungkook would be lying if he said he didn’t find this even more
engaging. This wasn’t Minrae. This wasn’t just any cockroach he could easily step on.
The pen in his hand suddenly felt cold against his fingertips, slightly slipping out of his grasp as he
grasped the idea, the scenario that had been meticulously simmering in his brain every single
minute of the day.

He couldn’t wait.

There was not a single word spoken in class. For whatever reason, everyone had chosen to focus
today. Either that or Jungkook's horrible mood caused him to block out any bothersome sounds or
people from his vision.

Only the tapping of other computers could be heard. Some students brought tablets to take notes,
and others wrote by hand. The few times he heard a laugh it had been small and quick, coming
from a few seats behind, sometimes accompanied by some comment barely heard.

It was at the end of the last class when the bubble of silence exploded. The alpha who had been
holding back since the morning came straight to Jungkook's table. His body parked itself on
Taehyung’s empty seat, who had skipped school.

Jungkook was ready to hear the predictable comment rolling off his tongue with that playful tone
that was overly confident, that it would earn him a punch from someone with less patience.

"You're back at it, it seems," Hyunsik laughed as he showed his phone to him. His things were kept
in his bag. His hair was as well done as always, completing his looks with his usual sportswear.
"Jeon Jungkook playing around with a prey!" His sharp laugh became louder as he scrolled down
the screen. A few heads peaked from behind. They had been waiting for someone to address the
issue. Some other guys babbled about whatever was being read on the screen, joining the laugh.
The silence in the class broke as the teacher gathered her things and bid the students farewell.
Voices escalated further. Soon, everyone had gathered around Jungkook's seat, curious faces
listening intently to what he had to say about the last telenovela moment he had caused.

Jungkook didn't react. His eyes fixed on his laptop as he reviewed a document sent by his secretary.
"You never get tired of reading that bullshit, do you."

Hyunsik twisted his neck to look at him. The tight muscles that composed his face stretched. He
was having so much fun. Almost as if Jungkook were his executioner. "This feels like we're back in
high school. You publicly humiliated an omega and then an alpha double your age."

"A big figure, too," added some guy from behind.

Following the disastrous evening, the media made sure to disseminate the mess everywhere, with
each platform competing for the most likes and shares. It wasn't bad media. The Jeons never
received any of that, and even less so when they had close ties to the party in power at the time.
The issue was that he had never meant to make Jimin the villain here. Somehow, his intervention
had given rise to an odd development in which he felt compelled to attack the dominant female for
disclosing his dirty secret, which nobody even found offensive. It wasn't as though Jungkook hadn't
had sex with half of the population just for kicks.

"The future head of the Jeon legacy is once again discovered with an omega! Is this why the
engagement had been kept a secret?" Hyunsik read from the screen, faking an exaggerated
commercial tone. He laughed even harder. "So what's the plan, will you make the bunny your
mistress?"
"There's no engagement."

"That guy was glued to you the whole night though. I've never seen you allow that with any of your
past omegas."

Jungkook sighed. Why was he even in this major? The dude was as good as the paparazzi
tormenting his family whenever there was a big party. "I've also had omegas milk my cocks, does
that make them my wives too?" He shut the laptop down with a single swipe of his hand. "I know
you’re dumb but use your damn head for once."

The truth was that… it wasn't unreasonable to think such a thing. Acts like these were off-limits for
the snake predator. It gave the impression that there would be a chance when there wasn't the
merest trace of a chance. Haneul had been close to being embarrassed in front of every person at
the celebration if it had been a different scenario. Jungkook had been too nice. Too damn nice to
someone who didn't deserve a single shit from him. Bloodsuckers came in all shapes and forms,
and it wasn't foreign to him seeing someone like Haneul not getting the hint. He was taking
advantage of the hand the Chief was giving him, knowing that he could get away with certain
behaviour Jungkook didn't allow around him.

“He even acted all high in this class, as if he hadn’t been spreading his legs for you! Can you
believe it?” Jungkook considered three scenarios. One; grab him by the nape and smash his head
against the laptop on the table until his skull turned into hanging mush. Two: stab him in the eye
with the pen until he lost sensibility in his nerves. Three: act normal. Act like he had been doing in
the past years. Jungkook was volatile inside his mind, but the outside shield was just too hard to
crack to allow such a reaction out of him. Hyunsik watched his indifference, with hunger.
Somehow that became funnier to him with each passing second. “Why was he even so confident?
Did you promise him a ring or something?" He threw in the air, adding more salt to the wound.
“Bunny mistress sounds good though, or did you really tell that poor thing you were going to marry
him?" The rest of the group started , expecting to see a single strand of hair move in Jungkook's
eyebrows. But none did. The alpha grinned.

"I might just marry him."

It sounded outrageous even to him. Because not only was Jimin the low shit his kind didn't allow,
but he broke every rule a good narcissist's omega would follow. However, Jungkook found himself
unable to maintain his composure when that particular word was brought up. While everyone
believed the game was unfolding in a predictable manner, the pieces had been manipulated by
Jungkook's will long before Jimin even discovered the existence of this university.

Making him a mistress had crossed his mind, there was no shame in admitting that. Jungkook
wasn't afraid of recognizing the horrendous ideas his past self had considered. Yet it had been no
use to do that, since at the end of the storm, he had been left with only one card.

Marry Jimin, or nothing. He couldn’t share. He couldn’t even fathom the idea of fucking Jimin on
the side and letting him go to be with someone else. The idea disgusted him, and it repulsed him
even further to think of that someone Jimin would go to after he was done with the omega. No
fucking way in hell.

Jimin for Eunwoo? His Jimin for someone other than him? He could have told everyone that
Haneul was an accessory, a prop, a temporary distraction before the real good thing came along. In
a sense, Haneul was the knockoff version of the real pearl he had been longing for.

As expected, Hyunsik had burst out chortling like a madman over the comment, almost crying over
the possibility of Jimin being a future Jeon.

Jungkook threw a glance at his silver watch and rose from his seat. "It was just a little joke, don't
choke." The other students giggled and continued chatting with each other about their weekend
plans, completely forgetting about the earlier discussion. The alpha gathered his belongings and
slipped out a cigarette as he scrolled out of the building.
No one had a single clue of what was actually going on. It was strange even to him since his
fixation with Jimin had become too obvious to the point he was incapable of faking indifference
around the omega. Hyunsik and his little stupid group were the most blinded ones. However, in
part, it was also to be expected, since they had known the predator for many years and he had never
given a single hint of being emotional, even less over an omega.

They needed more solid proof, something that couldn't be misinterpreted. And once they did, it
would be too late. Because little did they know, Jungkook thought, that in some years they'd have
to come back crawling to beg Jimin for help, since there was no way Jungkook was going to help in
any of these fuckers' daddies' companies after shitting on his omega.

─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠⅠ· ───────

"I'm not eating." Jimin slammed the door shut when the maid knocked on his door, waiting for him
to go downstairs and eat with his family.

The night had ended with the weight of anger gnawing on his shoulders, an eagle digging its talons
into the desperate rabbit's shoulders. Jimin had climbed the stairs as soon as he got out of the car,
ignoring his mother's screams, ordering him to come back. The omega already knew the way by
heart, accustomed to the quick shortcut where he raced up the stairs in a microsecond, ignoring any
presence in the house, just to imprison himself in the room that liberated him.

His parents hadn't insisted on entering last night. It had been his father’s voice from afar that had
made Jimin realize he was calming down his wife. The babbling was indecipherable from the
distance of his room, but being such a repeated scene, he almost had to control his mind from
naturally drawing the scenario he knew so well of his mother trying to yell, urging herself to raise
her voice despite her rotten mentality, fighting her own demons telling her she didn’t need to be so
submissive to her alpha, and his father keeping his hands in the air, a psychological unnerving
method where those hands never touched the older omega but made her mind slowly turn off,
shutting her voice to a mere nod.

Had his father not done that, Jimin’s door would’ve been knocked down by his mother.

The omega breathed into the pillow. His nostrils burned tight, almost closed, prohibiting any thread
of air from sweeping into his lungs. It was already morning. 10 am. The blinds were down, covered
by a curtain. Small rays of sun tried to enter the room under the line where the window closure cut
off. His mind wasn't here with him, but back in the dorms, wondering what everyone's reaction was
to finally getting rid of the prey they hated so much.

Hours had passed since he arrived home.

The weight of his discomfort had increased to a choking sensation that no matter how much he
tried to shorten the night to sleep, it turned icy, a burning sweat on his back that raised the hair until
it reached his neck. Back at home, it'd whisper into Jimin's head. Back at the hell he had grown up
in.

The walls were closing in, shrinking his enormous room until it crushed the bunny into a cube. It
was hard for him to breathe. He pretended that the anxiety was nothing more than an imaginary
weight that stress was causing him. But there was only so much he could say to calm himself.

"Open the door, Jimin." His father spoke from the other side.

"Leave me alone! Isn't this punishment enough? Let me be, for fuck's sake!" The omega screamed,
the sound muffled by the pillow. Thank God the door could be locked from inside because he
couldn't handle being touched right now, having to go through his space being invaded too.

"So you shame all of us and have the nerve to cry about being punished? This isn't even what you
deserve, I should've sent you to that reformatory like I was told!" His mother soon joined the
argument, now knocking hard and fast on the door. The harsh loud sound made Jimin even more
anxious. He rose from the bed and pressed himself against the window. Air. He needed air.

She meant every word when she made those cruel remarks. It wasn't idle chatter. Ever since his
father had selected a mixed university for the omega, his mother's resentment had been simmering.
Jimin was agitated, cornered like a prey about to be devoured.

"You can't keep controlling my life like this! I'm my own person! Why can't you understand that!?"
Jimin yelled His mother fell silent, and the young omega soon realized why when his ears caught
on his father's whispering "enough" to his wife.
"We're not done here," was all he heard from her before the omega strolled downstairs. Through the
thin strip of light beneath the door, he could still see two feet, or the shadow of them. His father
lingered in silence for what felt like an eternity. He stood there, lost in contemplation, silent for two
long minutes.

"You and I need to talk, son."

"Now you want to talk? To scold me? Where were you when I needed advice?" Jimin spoke. The
response was as expected. Silent. Dry. Painfully disappointing.

"I want to hear your version before anyone else's, Jimin." The sentence surprised him. "So come
down to talk."

What?

The omega lifted his head to stare at the door. Never before had he heard such words from his
father, spoken with a tone that carried a mysterious feeling he couldn't quite grasp.

Almost as if... as if...

He felt guilty.
Jimin's eyebrows furrowed. That man, guilty?

Maybe he was reading too much into this, but... either his father was trying to be understanding for
once, or he wasn't actually that angry in the first place. But if it was the second option, then
why? He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. It had been a long time since his
father had shown any signs of leniency or understanding. Their relationship had always been
strained, marked by harsh words and even harsher expectations.

As the omega contemplated this unexpected change in his father's behaviour, he couldn't help but
wonder what might be behind it. Was it possible that his father had a change of heart? Or was there
an ulterior motive at play? Perhaps his father wanted something from him—make him lower his
guard.

It was hilarious to not trust his own blood, he thought.

Jimin knew he needed to be cautious. He had to approach the situation with a blend of scepticism
and sour hope. As horrible as it had been to be discovered and thrown into a pit of
misunderstandings, it was a rare opportunity for him to break away from this maddening fake
picture his family had painted.
 ─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠⅠ· ───────

Jungkook strode through the long walk from the building's doors to his car. A black vehicle awaited
him, elegantly absorbing the daylight like the decay in his gaze. Even now, he could still feel the
stares on him, the whispers that became even more subtle as he passed by.

Reaching his office on the top floor had felt like the end of a runway. Eyes on his face, trying to
analyse him after the dinner turned into the explosion of an argument.

The thing had made it to the media. The first to come out was the rumour of his possible
engagement after Haneul's appearance at his side in a public event. It wasn't the worst part.
Jungkook had burnt the paper the moment he had seen the headline hinting about him playing
around with a prey.

He looked at his watch. Time had passed slowly and torturously. He had just finished his afternoon
schedule, in which, after hours at the university, he had to stop by the company and do his part of
the work.
Jungkook had never had a problem with so many working hours. If anything, he liked being busy,
being in his zone where nothing mattered more than the result of what he was capable of doing.

Yet he couldn't even concentrate. His mind kept fidgeting around, daring its owner with a cold
regret Jungkook wasn't used to feeling.

The tips of his black shoes stopped at the door. The car unlocked, and with a slam, he entered. A
growl grated from his teeth. His eyes fell heavily, and he held his temple, as if his head would fall
straight to his lap.

"Fuck," he muttered. He squeezed his eyes shut. His head hurt. It wasn't what made him so furious.
He hadn't been able to sleep for the past few days. Not a single blink that lasted more than a
second. His brain was fried from exhaustion, his mind withering from the lack of rest.

Few things made him lose sleep, and of course, Jimin was one of them. The same way he was that
small exception in the equation, whether when it came to Jungkook's reactions, or how he was
affected.

He hadn't gone to class these days. His parents had taken him far, where Jungkook couldn't see him
anymore. He didn't like to say anymore. Because it wasn't a dead-end line. Jungkook was confident
of where he was located, and what could happen in the next few days. He could go there and take
the guy back to where he belonged, next to the alpha. However, he knew far too well Jimin didn't
want to have anything to do with him.

There was little to do here. Jungkook was stuck. He had a horrible feeling of disappointment
weighing him down, from the second his feet touched the cold floor to welcome a new day, to the
sweet moment where he'd try to sleep and end up swallowed by a turmoil of thoughts.
Jimin's parents had dragged him straight back home. It was to be expected. He'd have done the
same if his own kind was involved with his son or daughter. And it stung. It stung to not be the one
to help Jimin, even if he had been the hand that pushed him to the edge. Jungkook felt useless, and
that was a first in his life. The only thing he had left from that fleeting moment was the last seconds
before the omega’s departure, expression so pale it stained the alpha’s memory. It haunted
Jungkook every time he tried to close his eyes, even to rest for a second. Jimin's brown gaze was
there, aiming at him, disappointed and frustrated.

It was so full of hatred.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He refused to touch it. It vibrated again, insistently. Jungkook
pressed his fingers harder into his face. A nascent vein throbbed from his forehead. His imminent
irritation urged him to answer. "Fucking hell," he rasped, and almost threw the phone out the
window. "What." The screen was cold against his ear. The voice on the other side took its time to
answer, running his patience down the drain.

"The chief wants to see you tomorrow morning."

Jungkook clenched his teeth. This week was going to be torture. The urge to vent hovered within
the confines of his lips, eager to escape. Jungkook did nothing except put up with it, though. It was
only a matter of time until his grandmother started to meddle in his affairs as well.
 ─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠⅠ· ───────

Water ran over the shadow of his own deteriorating stance at his feet, eyes to the ground, watching
the streams slip from his torso, past his legs, and eventually to the drain. Small round drops settled
on his eyelashes, jumping then to eagerly follow those that tumbled down his cheeks.

Jimin reassured himself that none of the dampness was coming from his drowsy eyes. He lowered
his head as if trying to avoid his reflection in the white tiles that surrounded the shower.

Crying was not something to avoid. It was natural —another trait that made him human.

But when his social position was marked as fragile, something as stupid as removing his armour
became his disgrace. He couldn't even have that. His heart ached to release the frigid tears that had
accumulated on his chest and to sob until his voice would shatter and he would become mute.
He had cried countless times before, but each time he'd felt that he'd sunk lower, as if he had
betrayed his label.

Omegas were sensitive. Tears only strengthened that statement.

"Shit," he muttered to himself.

Now no one could see him. No one could witness his frail image being devoured by sorrow. So
why? Why couldn't Jimin get that lump out of his throat?

Overwhelming pressure took over, and the omega stifled a cry that he immediately suppressed by
slapping his palm against his lips. His eyes closed in an idiotic attempt to keep the tears from
pouring down his cheeks.

He was alone. There was no one to reach out to.

Jimin's hands pressed harder against his lips as his sobs grew louder. Anguish squeezed his heart,
and he cried, sharply, until his lungs struggled to swallow more air.

He was back to his starting point: the place where all his insecurities and fears had been born.
Where his small, younger version had been tainted with the harsh reality of the adult world.
Leaving this house wouldn't change a thing when the outside was the same. He was still no more
than an omega. A prey. A useless being that was trying to prove something impossible to others.
His kind saw him with the same eyes the higher social levels watched him make a fool out of
himself.

His phone began to ring. He twitched. Jimin's eyes shot to the side. He couldn't see well behind the
tears. Because of the fog, the glass door that divided the shower from the rest of the bathroom had
been painted white. The tears that kept spilling from his eyes blinded him from discerning who was
calling, even when he pushed the door open.

Jimin stretched out a dripping arm. The water stopped running when he twisted the tap. Without
thinking much, he glued the phone to his ear and accepted the call.

The omega gritted his teeth at the weird sensation stabbing his chest. The small spark of hope he
kept blowing off was stronger than his will to kill it.

The alpha's black gaze flickered in his mind. The young blond man shut his eyes tightly, berating
himself. Stupid. What was he expecting? Jungkook hadn't bothered to call once after the fiasco of
that dinner. Jimin was certain he couldn't stand him anymore. That son of a bitch was the one to put
him where he was. Yet here was Jimin's mind, chasing the guy, being haunted by his existence. His
brain and heart were divided even when Jimin was confident with his hatred.

He despised the escalating anticipation to hear that low, luscious voice flow through the device; the
raspy glint in his timbre after every word he said. "I'll save you," he would utter, confident, and
Jimin would pretend to not hold on to that promise. Because he knew alphas like Jungkook had to
be kept far for one's sake. "I'll take you out of that house. Back to my apartment. I'll punish that
woman for shaming you—"

Hilarious. He was truly losing it.

Jimin yanked his hair in a fist.

Stop.

Don't do that.

Was he seriously falling to Jungkook's level? He wasn't that kind of person. That was Daehyun's
mother, for fuck's sake—

"Jimin...?"

That voice…

It wasn't deep enough. It wasn't raspy and monotonous like its owner. Velvety and firm, to the point
it made Jimin want to break it into the faint whine the alpha had reserved for when they were
kissing like there was no tomorrow. Jungkook only made that sound when his lips grazed Jimin's,
eagerly anticipating another kiss as if there were no tomorrow.

"..." his mouth refused to move.

"I was so worried…" the other person continued.

Jimin then realized and the mockery of his own thoughts transformed into a punch in the face when
it became painfully evident that the voice speaking from the phone was not Jungkook's but Kai's.

The tiny spark of hope was killed at that same moment. Jimin's expression unconsciously fell,
disappointed. The abysmal difference dug in his lungs, stealing a soft sigh from his lips, one that
sounded like relief masking a crushed hope. "I'm fine."

"I'm so sorry for what happened."

Why was he apologizing? Jimin sighed. "It wasn't your fault." The blame rested on the omega's
foolishness. On how he didn't consider things before doing them. He shouldn't have talked to that
woman, with the foolish hope that the response would be a concerned comment about her son. He
couldn't understand how he had overlooked the obvious detail that in the eyes of his friend's
parents, Jimin was at fault. The truth that he knew was trapped with him; everyone else knew the
only version their limited logic allowed them to know. Daehyun had taken his distance, and it was
to be expected that the same would happen with his parents.

Kai took a deep breath. The rigid sound reached Jimin's ears, blocking the signal of the call. "Did
they... hurt you?"

Jimin's eyes shot to the door. Someone was coming. He could feel it. The omega slipped from the
glass box, running on damp wet feet to the door. The lock was clicked a second later, leaving a
silence tainted by his relieved sigh for noticing the open entrance before another storm washed over
his head. "I'm fine. My parents are all bark and no bite." He let his forehead fall onto the door. "But
I can't..." Jimin clenched his teeth. It felt weird to talk about his feelings. Was Kai even listening? "I
can't stand this place."
"I know you feel that way, and I'm so sorry for you having to go through this."

Don't apologize. Give me solutions.

Jimin swallowed down those words fighting to slip from his lips. "It's fine."

"It isn't, Jimin. I need to find a way to get you out of there."

Despite his confident tone, Jimin couldn't place a single bit of faith in his words. There was this
factor in Kai's persona that made the omega back off from stepping into the place the alpha wanted
him in— see him in a different light. It was a wicked way of thinking, one in which Jimin's heart
refused to make a small space for the werewolf's advances, yet let him think he had that space
deserved. Just in case.

But there was no just in case. Jimin was far from ever seeing him as anything more than a...

"You're a good friend, Kai." Unlike someone who had washed his hands off the issue. "I appreciate
it." He sounded too damn dry for someone supposedly grateful for the sweet gesture of calling
worried. "Why didn't you go to the dinner?" Jimin grabbed the towel with the intention to dry off
but his skin was already absorbing the last remains of wetness over his body.
Kai let out an even heavier sigh. "Well..." The silence that followed made the omega raise an
eyebrow. "I had to convince my parents not to come."

"You lied to them?" Was the omega's first guess. "Why?"

"My parents around Jungkook's father is a recipe for public embarrassment."

"But why? Is not like they'd do it for no reason—" Then it hit him. "She saw the venom?"

"She was livid, Jimin."

"Can you blame her?" The omega sat on the embroidered chair in the bathroom. It matched the
marble of the room. The pillow on it had the same pattern as the curtains. "You should've let her
beat the shit out of Jungkook," Jimin was quick to add.

At least they were rightfully mad for an injustice against their son, doing anything to defend him.
The omega's parents had the reverse reaction. Jimin was the one to be locked, to be blamed,
scolded, and put away as if he had been the cause of every damn problem.

Kai groaned. "Jungkook has no filter, even less consideration." No shit. "I'm not letting my mother
be publicly attacked. The dude is a psychopath. He could murder her in front of everyone."
He had seen him. The way Jungkook looked visibly stressed trying to keep his anger under control.
His fist was one second away from smashing Daehyun's mother's head to pulp. Had the fucker
followed his caveman instincts then Jimin was really done for. The fact that he hadn't acted on his
impulses was a miracle.

"You did the right thing... Any involvement with his name will turn your family to misery."

Kai hummed. "I'm guessing your parents think you're the one at fault here..." he sighed, a sound
that was followed by Jimin's sad hum in agreement. "It's pretty clear who's the perpetrator here, as
your parents, they should be the first ones to be on your side."

"There are many shoulds and shouldn'ts that my parents ignore. I didn't expect anything from them
and this proved, once again, what I feared."

Kai fell silent. Jimin tightened his fist. He was talking too much, revealing too much of his feelings.
"I will find a way to help you."

Jimin hung up seconds later, after pretending to believe those words. There was no way out of this
scenario. The maximum power in his life were his parents, not even himself. He was their son,
therefore every decision forced upon him was to be followed.

It wasn't just that.

Kai was a spectator. Jimin was more than aware of that. He knew what kind of guy the alpha was.
Kai didn't want to risk his life for others, cause his parents problems in order to save others.
Back when Minrae had hurt him, Kai hadn't done anything after hearing about it. Back when the
weird dude had tried to force himself on Jimin, the only thing Kai had done was fight the guy for a
piece of ass. And then? He had ignored Jimin.

The omega sighed. He was talking out of hatred. Maybe for Kai disappointing him by being the one
to call, and not that fucker. His mind was twisting everything, making everyone an enemy. There
was little to fear when one hit rock bottom. He was alone now. Helpless. Begging in silence for
someone to pull his hand and drag him out of there.

Guys like Kai couldn't do much. Jimin was unable to see him as a potential support.

On the other hand, though, depraved monsters like Jungkook could do something. Yet they fell into
the same indifferent bubble as every other alpha. Discard after use. Ignore after getting what they
want.

Jimin was a prize that had already been won, even if his heart was still locked from that venomous
feeling Jungkook kept pushing down his throat. To others' eyes, the omega was a used tissue.

"Young master?" The two knocks brought his attention back from the dark hole of depressing
thoughts. Jimin quickly recognized the butler's cranky yet respectful tone. "Is everything alright?
You've taken some time in the shower."

Nothing was, for fuck's sake.

Jimin rasped as he got up. "I'm fine," he spoke but frowned upon realizing something. How the hell
did he know he had been in the shower? The omega then glanced at the still-running water he had
forgotten to shut off. It was wild for a butler to be invading their master's privacy like this, asking
personal questions. But this was different. The old man had seen him grow up, just like most of the
staff working at their home. There was a certain closeness that still didn't surpass the limit of
disrespect.

"Your mother is waiting for you downstairs. The dinner is ready, too. Please come down when
you're done."

She had been waiting this whole time, hadn't she? Jimin sat back on the small chair. His hands
grasped on the back of his head. There was no way he could face her annoying expression right
now. She was livid at the moment, hungry for scolding him for making the worst mistake ever.

"I will, you can leave."

He had 10 minutes more to organize his thoughts. They had sent the butler to make him rush. Either
Jimin went down now or his mother would knock herself on the door. But, in reality, nothing ever
changed in their dynamic. Jimin swallowed everything this woman pushed down his throat,
between his brain sides, squeezing every drop of individuality out of him. She was worse than his
father by far.

One punished Jimin with his indifference, and the other with her sickening control. His parents
were two extremes of the same scalding line. Jimin couldn't even tiptoe around it, make his way out
of it without being trapped by the grasping hands of his mother, or the cold back of his father.

The omega's side profile reflected on the bright white walls. He felt lonely. So lonely.
 *

He quickly dried off and dressed, trying to avoid eye contact with the mirror. His fingers felt rough
from the long hours in the bathroom. The humidity had stained the mirrors and his vision. His lungs
weighed heavy as he breathed in the dense air of the moistness.

Opening the bathroom door welcomed a strong wave of cold air. Jimin's cheeks quickly stiffened,
slightly red from the heat accumulated in the bathroom.

The sound of his mother's murmur with the maids could be heard from his room. Dinner.

How long had it been?

The last time he had eaten in this house was the night of his graduation. As soon as it was over,
Jimin had taken his things and left to enjoy his summer with his only good friend. It had only been
a few months, yet his sense of distance conflicted with the feeling of belonging in this house.
Distancing him from this small box called home, a place where the walls shrank with every breath
of air he took.

He descended the stairs determined.

His feet moved on their own, as if someone behind him pushed him towards the precipice. His
anger had grown a stronger resentment over the hours he had been here. The current Jimin wasn't
scared, for some reason.

He was... ready to detonate.

"Sit."

Her voice had crossed the room in the single second his presence had flashed into the dining room.
The young man's feet stopped at the edge of the tall door.

The omega's feet contradicted the order. His shadow remained still, pulsating amid the
uncomfortable silence surrounding them. The brown of his gaze turned into stone, hardening as it
rose to look at the older omega.

His mother's reaction short-circuited. Her fist closed on the table, hiding her beige nails. The
wedding ring shone in the gesture, bathed in the light of the baroque lamp hanging over the dinner
table, like a superior being judging them, watching a family break into pieces that never actually fit
each other in the first place.

The older omega got up and, firmly, she walked over him. She seemed ready to grab his hand and
drag him to the chair, if needed. But she couldn’t make him do things he didn’t want, and that was a
fact Jimin was ready to secure.

“Sit down.” The words were repeated, but it was no use. The omega remained standing, in silence.
He watched how his mother’s anger was brewing, every second throwing more fuel to it. “At your
grown age, you’re behaving like this?”

He considered his next words. His reasoning was blurring further with each passing second. Anger
pulled at his tongue, while he tried to keep himself down, to not lash out, to not snap at the woman
that had birthed him.

Jimin knew he needed to stay quiet, but— “Since you’re still treating me like a kid, I’ll act like one
—

A splotch of red that encompassed half of his face quickly seized his cheek. His eyes flew up, rage
rising with the adrenaline coursing through his veins, imploring him to speak up.

His vision shook, shapes in his sight merging with each other, becoming simple silhouettes that as
he blinked, took another form. His eyes fluttered again and again. His lips parted, seeking air to
calm the fiery blaze within. A defiant look shot towards his mother through the fallen locks all over
his face. Everything was red. He was losing it, and Jimin was unconsciously letting go of the rope,
allowing the gnawing fury to win this inner battle.
There was his mother, a meter away from him, calm as if her trembling hand hanging next to her
hip wasn’t there, red from the hit she had thrown at her son.

He was bad at this. He hated being forced to let himself be defeated. It only poured more fuel into
his veins, making him lose the composure this woman didn’t deserve. “Is that how you’re gonna fix
this shit?” He barked, biting his inner cheek so hard his face hurt. He had no idea what kind of
expression was showing on his face at that moment. His muscles were trembling, shaking from the
rage clogging his breathing. It was hard for him to breathe. Bile rose in his throat and descended in
a dull thud. His cheeks burned, his hand trying to cool them as he touched his face.

He couldn’t even catch the words outside his head. Whatever his mother was screaming at him had
become a blur. The servants were astonished. His father was silent, but in shock too. Hadn’t he said
he wanted to hear Jimin’s version? He was telling something to his wife, but Jimin couldn’t fucking
hear anything.

“I can’t stand you anymore…” Jimin breathed, eyes dampening from the tears urging to spill over
his hot cheeks. “So what if I opened my legs for a Jeon!?” His mouth spat the words at full volume.
His last sentence had made her gasp silently. Blood was circling through his head too fast to think
through his words and the confessions he shall never tell his family. But she had to know, she had
to know she had never won this battle. This whole time she had thought she had been in control of
this— whatever this whole shitshow was— Jimin had broken every rule she had tried to seize him
with. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t clasp him in that tiny world of hers where all she knew was
her husband and to sit pretty for him. Jimin grinned viciously, ready to throw another bomb at her
face. She’d love this one… His body count would send her to a coma, straight to hell. “Did you
also know that I’ve fuc—

"After everything I've done for you...!" she cried out, the outrage in her eyes mingling with the
tears pouring down her cheeks, glistening the disappointed brown mirror in them reflecting the
omega. "How could you do this to me...? This isn't the education I gave you!"
Jimin held his face but there was no shame in his expression. His frigid hand shook on his skin.
Something in the way she was making this situation his fault was only driving him further to burst
into an explosion of irritation. He had nothing to be ashamed about. Regret was one thing, but
shame? That was someone else's responsibility —the ones who hurt him. In fact, he was more than
proud of his own actions.

Fuck her. Fuck his father too. The damn ideas they wanted to push into his brain never managed to
flourish since Jimin had made sure to kill every comment and expectation thrown his way. There
were no rules when this was his life. The only person to choose what was right or wrong from the
actions that affected him was himself.

"I never asked you to do anything for me!" Jimin barked back and clenched his teeth. The tickle of
the blow was still vibrating. "You decided I was your little fucking doll the moment I was born.
You don't even see me as my own person! What did you expect? That I'd fulfill your dreams for
you? I'd marry the alpha of your dreams and become the lovely baby machine you desired!?"
Breathing was painful. His throat throbbed in a rasping anguish that scratched his insides. His
mother's mouth fell open in horror.

"You've lost your mind!" She yelled even harder before breaking down in thicker tears as she
sobbed. "I only wanted what was best for you! Yet you've been demeaning our name and
humiliating this family while your father works tirelessly to provide you with a life that none of us
had!" She moved into his space. The older woman's trembling hands snatched Jimin as her bulging
eyes gazed into his soul. "Or did you forget what you are? Did living around those predators give
you... the wrong idea?" She bared a mocking smile that felt like a punch in the face. His own
mother, Jimin thought, his own mother. "You are a prey and an omega. Like me. The lowest of the
lowest. We have nothing..." her dry lips paused for a moment, "...we have nothing but our image."

"You're delusional...!" Jimin pushed his mother away, enough to make her stumble away from his
body. "No matter how perfect your image is they'll never see you as one of them." His mother's
mocking smile dropped. She stared, face drained from any emotion. "Image? That's the solution for
you? Instead of calling out the injustice we go through we have to bow our heads down and look
nice to them!? Go ahead, dress nice, act like you've never broken a single plate, befriend only the
best of the best," Jimin whispered, "but the second you fuck up you'll remember once again that
you're nothing but trash to them."
"I've had enough." Jimin was suddenly shut down. His mother's dark eyes fell to the ground, only
the faint trace of her voice left behind. Her head turned to the side, like she had just been slapped.
"I've had enough of you."

As much as he didn't want to admit it, hearing those last words shattered Jimin like never before.
Small pieces had started cracking, the noise only vibrating in his mind. His chest weighed down to
his knees, suffocating his lungs with the fall. His eyes watered, and he blinked, trying to keep his
cool, to not break down.

"It's like you never even liked me," he whispered, almost choking on his own spit. "Why is it so
hard to be accepted? Why do all of you want to shape me as you want?" Jimin's eyes shot to his
mother's blank expression. "Ever since I was born, you've made every possible thing to deny my
ideas, my individuality, how I look, just because you couldn't stand your son..." His gaze shifted to
his father's silent silhouette. "You don't even care about me enough to ask what I think, how I feel.
As long as your stupid company is doing well, and your son doesn't shame you with bad grades,
you will keep me in this false illusion where apparently I can have anything I want, buy the latest
phone, but I can't speak my mind because, somehow, at my big age I'm still chained to your power.
So what? That means I have to agree with you? I have to live like you? Think like you?—"

"Be quiet, Jimin." His father spat.

Ha.

"What's next?" The bunny's anger skyrocketed at the order to stay silent. He hated that so much it
prickled his skin, raising every hair on his body. "Will you also force me to marry too? Pick my
future partner?" The omega was too agitated to realize the small shift in his father's expression,
darkening in a split second. "Why can't you just let me be!?"
Before the discussion could escalate further, the omega swiftly turned on his heels, the urgency
propelling him back to his room. He took the stairs two at a time, the echoes of his mother's
enraged screams fading behind him.

"Come back here! I'm not done talking to you!" Her desperate attempts to seize his arm were met
with a forceful push. Her presence was impossible to stand.

As he ran off, Jimin's ears filtered out the noises of the continuing yelling cursing him from behind.
He ducked out of the way of a maid coming out of his room with something in her hands, unable to
notice the familiar object she had taken with her. The omega slammed the door behind him and
quickly turned the key to lock himself inside and away from the chaos outside.

─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠⅠ· ───────

When he was just a child, more worried about when was the next time he'd be terrorized by his
brother than when his favourite show's next episode would air on TV, Jungkook's world revolved
around three people. Three pillars lifted and reinforced the whip that, stretched, pulled at the neck
of a child drowned in his misery.

Eunwoo, Kang-dae, and the holy divine grace that had carried out this line of monsters.

She wasn't the first Jeon. The family name that had been an important support point in the South
Korean economy and the influence among the votes that lifted the next political party to power had
not originated from her. However, her impact had been on a different level from the very start. The
Jeon lineage had had thousands of heirs, some stricter than others, and some more responsible than
the rest. His grandmother had made a significant impact from her childhood. Her access to power
had brought great advantages in the modern game. Because, despite how traditional the Jeons could
be, there was no way to thrive without adapting to the new rules of the game.

The Chief was that: an important turning point in the family line. A person who had skilfully
moved the pieces, propelling the family business beyond traditional barriers.

She was loved—or rather, respected. In a world where everyone had flaws, the alpha woman with
the most power was the true definition of the perfect predator. Intelligent and cunning.

And that's why, that feeling he had never been able to put a name to, had cornered his mind at that
time.

She was... scary.

Not because that so-holy-divine-grace was around him all the time, but because Jungkook was
aware of her presence every second, every minute. Nothing deserved her attention, much less his
fear or uncertainty. He was a child without childhood most of the time, and, above all, too proud to
let someone impose on his mind, regardless of how much he suffered on the outside. There was
only one way to confirm someone's power over you, and that was when no matter how much you
tried to focus on yourself, that person continued to grab your attention—eliciting a reaction from
you.

The amount of times he had seen his grandmother could be counted on one hand. She didn't live
with them, rather kept in a high far place. And yet, Jungkook was always aware of her power.
Maybe it was fear of the unknown. He knew how horrible his parents and his siblings were; there
was no element of surprise in them. But she was an unknown factor to his young mind. An
unknown factor never present but that had been pulling the strings, like the master of a puppet,
from the reason for Jungkook's birth to what he was going to study or who would be his future
partner.

His life was a chess piece moved to the tone and sound the board took. And while his father
managed one side of it, his grandmother had the other side.

She was a scary person, like young Jungkook used to think. It wasn't like his idea of her had
changed; she was still a terrifying person. It was more like the fact that now he had an implacable
pride that didn't let him see others like the big horrifying creatures they were, those same creatures
that brought nightmares to little Jungkook.

Geurim Jeon was the head of the family. Not just above Jungkook's father, but every single Jeon out
there. One would think that was quite the power to carry over her shoulders, a single person with
too much responsibility, but that couldn't be further from the truth.
The first time he had met her had been a shocking encounter. She had a perfectly drawn smile that
exuded more misery than joy. Sharp lily-white teeth adorned the bone box between her dark red
lips. A cascade of bright white hair fell over her shoulders, smooth like water, moving with every
gesture she made. Snakes preserved themselves very well, after all.

At that time Jungkook hadn't discovered his animal form yet, so he had never guessed that the
white terrifying eyes with which his grandmother watched him would be inherited, passed down
from his father.

"You look like Kang-dae…," her dark voice had tasted between her lips, "but you're quite small for
your age." She sounded like she wasn't part of the family, like she was visiting an employer's house
rather than her son's.

Her fine hands had dug between the small kid's strands of thick hair, the tip of her nails almost
scratching his scalp. Jungkook's neck had hurt from glancing up at that strange creature. She was
horrifying, with a beauty so unnerving it sent shivers down his spine. The brownish tone of her skin
stood out even more against the deep white of her gaze, so white it was impossible to differentiate
the iris from the sclera. Even her iris was vertical.

The human side of her was almost gone.

"You called," Jungkook said as he strolled into the meeting office. His tall figure broke the joyless
silence of the room, footsteps clicking sharply on the floor. The scent of his cologne spread in the
air. The first thing he saw was the curtains covering the place, making the scenario even more
depressing. One side of the table was occupied by his father, while the other was occupied by the
head chief of Jeon's.

"A few times," she was quick to say. "And you ignored every call."
"I have things to do, too," the young alpha sighed.

The black slits that floated in the white sea of her iris became thinner. "That doesn’t matter. If I call
you, you come." Each word was shadowed with a subtle hissing that grew cold with the silence that
followed. “And you’re late, too.”

The young alpha fought to not talk back. His grandmother's tone was a clear statement that she
wasn't playing this time. He couldn’t play sassy for much longer than what he could chew. He
needed to keep the leash tight on him until he could snap it when the moment came. So, like
always, he let go of some submissiveness, pushing his pride aside, pretending to be scared, and
intimidated. The same shitty act his brothers did.

The boy sat calmly in the velvet armchair that decorated the circumference of the glass table. The
two presences accompanying the frigid decor of the room stared at him, watching his every movie.
He caressed the smooth texture under his fingers with his thumb, while his shoulders released
tension until they dropped over the backrest that embraced him from behind.

It was quick. As soon as Jungkook's back slid over the soft back of the chair, the words had already
been thrown, nailing him in his spot, daggers hitting all the wrong places, daring him to speak back.

"I know everything you've been hiding."

Jungkook didn't respond as one might have expected when the last person who should have known
about his horrible actions had caught him red-handed. "And what's exactly what I've done?"
Humoured, the question slipped from his tongue, keeping a steady pace, a soft low tempo that
every inch of his body fought to show.

His need to talk back was an issue for his father. The older male alpha's expression twitched at his
words. "You're not talking to a friend. Be respectful," he almost hissed.

Jungkook shrugged. "Just curious," he replied and slipped a hand inside his suit pocket. The action
brought attention to it despite the silence in his movements.

"No smoking here," his father cut off again. Jungkook stopped for a second before he let go.

"My bad, grandma," he apologized with little to no sincerity in his expression or tone.

The woman didn't spare him a single reaction. She just watched, with those sharp white eyes that
made everyone uncomfortable.

No wonder Jimin had thought he was a monster the first time he had seen his real eyes. It was kind
of annoying to know that his genes had been a strong mix of his father and his grandmother—the
worst pieces of shit in the family. He could’ve at least taken a similarity to his uncle—who was a
fucking loser but lacked the evil gene his brother had.

"I had my questions about how insistent you were about not wanting to marry. Turns out you had
an omega on the side." Jungkook didn't flinch; he kept himself at bay. "You are allowed to fool
around as much as you want, but showing clear signs of interest damages our image."
"Our image is already damaged. That should be the last of your—"

"The chief is talking," interjected his father, a groan crossing his voice. Jungkook threw him a
glance before he continued his words.

"... worries." Jungkook’s voice slipped in anger. Being cut off only fed further the bubbling
frustration in his chest.

His grandmother remained silent for a moment before she let her weight back on the chair. The
silky white hair was combed in a long braid that fell over her shoulder. "How is it exactly
damaged?"

"Jungkook."

"As the head of this family, you should already know," the young man responded, "aren't you
supposed to have control over absolutely everything?"

His father stared at him like he was about to choke him to death. For some fucking weird reason, he
respected his mother. Jungkook had deduced that this respect was not pure. It was from fear. A seed
planted since his childhood that had grown to become fear disguised as respect. For fuck’s sake, he
probably had never received a hug from that woman even as a baby.

Things were like that. Respect could be earned through admiration, or maybe love for caring about
someone—Jungkook had no clue on that matter—but he was very much familiar with that one type
of respect. The kind that was instigated through a non-irrational fear, of a punishment conditioned
by one's actions. Age turned memories into a distorted puzzle, and that horrified child with his
mother had grown to respect her as his way of loving her. It was all an illusion. His father was
another victim in this predatory chain. But if Jungkook could go back in time to save him from her,
he'd taken another route and shot the little Kang-dae himself to never let this horrible story start.

Jungkook felt outside the loop watching them, just like when he went to the parties hosted by his
family, where all the high powers chatted as if they liked each other.

His grandmother hummed, “Your attitude has changed since you've managed to become the heir.”
She glanced at her older son and Jungkook very much hoped his father hadn’t told her about their
deal. “I’ve let you enjoy your time playing around after you dirtied your hands to get something
that was never meant for you.” The younger alpha watched from beneath the fan of his thick, black
lashes as his grandmother spoke softly, each word brushing a punishing coldness.

There would be no reaction from him. He was used to it. To the disgust on their faces, to their
hatred boiling from a place of jealousy. His grandmother was clueless despite sounding so sure. She
had no idea of who let Jungkook dirty his hands. Who had pushed Jungkook to become the heir
with punishing mental games till the young alpha snapped. “But it seems you ended up biting your
own tail, filling your mouth with a senseless babbling that gave you this illusion that no one can
stop you.”

A dense bundle of papers hit the table. The newspaper slid across the surface within reach of his
fingers.

The name Jeon flashed in a hot headline. Jungkook's name was between the lines. Prey. Shamed in
public. Omega.

Reading those words was feeding his headache.

“I have no intention of letting my business go downhill because of one of my many stupid
grandsons.” His grandmother glanced at her watch. It was rare to see her out of a meeting or not
being surrounded by a bunch of bodyguards. “This is the first and last time I will say this,” she
firmly spoke, “You’re no longer just one of the Jeon brothers. You are the future CEO of my
company, and if you don’t want me to erase you from the map, do your job.”

A knock broke into the silence. Jungkook kept his eyes on her as she invited the person to come
into the room. A man in a black suit announced to his grandmother that she had to leave in a few
minutes for her schedule. “I’m done here; there’s no need to wait any longer,” she said, rising from
her seat. Her dark dress slid down the wrinkles from sitting as soon as she got up. She walked along
with the edge of the table till she reached the young alpha, right in front of the door. “Of course,
I’m speaking with the confidence that you’re smart enough not to have a serious relationship with a
lowlife like that prey.”

“I wouldn’t waste my genes like that, of course,” Jungkook spoke confidently, despite the
throbbing anger in his eyes. “You’re no stranger to how playful an alpha predator can be when it
comes to sex.”

His grandmother didn’t spare a smile but nodded after glancing at her son. “I arranged a date for
you and your future fiancé this evening,” Jungkook’s surprise was deeply hidden in his stone-cold
expression. Fucking hell. She really had put her mind to making him marry Haneul. “It seems his
family is worried because his future alpha doesn’t seem interested enough to meet him more
frequently,” she hummed, “so as the head of this family, it’s only my responsibility to fix your
mistakes.” Jungkook felt her cold hand rest on his shoulder, sharp nails threatening to dig into his
skin. “Unless you have another predator omega you haven’t told me about yet.”

"Aren’t you busy?” Jungkook carefully smiled at her, cutting the end of her sentence like a horse
overtaking the winner at the last second. “Your meeting is waiting. I’m sure you said I made you
wait, which was rude,” he spoke, “Make sure to show a good example to your grandson, Geurim.”
His brazen behaviour wasn’t that shocking. Her grandson was bad at keeping his head down in
front of the hand that fed him. He was that kind of creature, like Eunwoo had once said, that just
never learned its place. It was borderline self-destructive. The more he was forced to look down,
the more he glanced up, each time more shamelessly, enjoying every hit he got even if he was in
the wrong, even if he knew he shouldn’t.

The graceful old lady composed herself. “I’ll be expecting the official announcement of your
wedding with Haneul soon.”

Her last words were shielded by the closing door clicking in an unnerving silence that took over the
room as soon as she was gone. The two men sat at the table, paused, waiting for some minutes to
pass to make sure she was gone.

That short silence was soon shattered by a tired chuckle from the sharp-toothed alpha. “I’m getting
emotional with all this familiar old-style scolding. So this is where you got it from, huh…” he
muttered under his breath. His father's fists on the table were about to explode against his cheek at
any moment. Jungkook couldn’t bite his tongue when someone reproached him for something.
Especially when they reproached him for something that was true. “How old is she now, again?
Pretty sure she has surpassed the age for you to take over. You should be throwing her into an
elderly residency now that you can.” His father was speechless, in his own way, but he was. Being
so similar made it easy to read past the only two facial muscles his father moved when making the
same-yet-different expression. “I mean, you’ll be breaking the chain here, old man. It’s a tradition
between us, like I’ll do with you once you get all saggy.” Kang-dae’s expression was a poem. A
really bad one. Jungkook shrugged as he relaxed in the seat. “What? She’s old and bored, clearly.
Might as well entertain her with people of her age, instead of acting like her personal detective
keeping tabs on where I wet my dick to feed your mommy complex.”

“Talking about complex when you got one so big just the mention of your brother gets you all
panicked?” Despite his silly question, Kang-dae hit those buttons hidden in Jungkook as if it were
so simple for him to see them by just peeking into his gaze.
“Well, talk about generational trauma,” Jungkook grinned venomously as he glanced back at the
newspaper in front of him, “You’ve mastered that one.”

The sentence flinched the reflection in his father's gaze. Far from being regretful or anything of that
family of emotions, but so close to a dense hatred for his son. "Cut any ties with that boy. I'm done
letting you play with this family." His father's voice blurred as it reached him. The young predator
felt absorbed by the words he kept rereading, earlier unable to look further into them. Jimin's
family name was now next to his. His plaything, said the newspaper.

Jungkook looked at his father before he glanced away. "I can't."

The alpha's eyes flashed at his response. "I let you wait for him. I allowed you to pick some random
thing off the streets. And you still let yourself be handled by him. What was your purpose standing
up for him?"

"Did you expect me to sit and watch someone shame my omega?" Jungkook barked, but his voice
never rose from the steady low line he always spoke in. There was a theory that was what drove
people insane when arguing with him. He looked so unfazed, despite the turmoil eating him alive
now. Kang-dae curled his hand into a fist; he seemed ready to clash it into his son's face. "I gave
you plenty of time to claim that bitch."

Jungkook clenched his teeth and warned, "Watch your words. He's going to be part of this family."
His heated breath lingered in the air.

"And when is that, exactly? When you finally prove to everyone a fucking bunny is your
weakness? Not even the most pathetic alpha would fall this low yet here you are," the man
murmured. The truth was that his words carried an imminent truth. Jungkook wasn't blind to his
mistakes, to how he had messed up this relationship by himself, from the start. And now... now the
knot was so complicated there wasn't a loose end in it to pull and undo it. Like forgotten headphone
cables. Like the conscience load that kept accumulating when, once again, his past actions came
with consequences that, surprise surprise!, he wouldn't like.

Jungkook could've started on the right foot. He could've told Jimin the truth from the start. The
amount of shit he still had no idea about. The fact that his friend had been beaten up by the same
alpha that was fucking him for days. The fact that the same predator that wanted to protect him so
badly was the one that had stripped him of everything he had.

Jungkook was truly the villain in Jimin's life, and he knew, painfully, that was the only current
reality. He hated acknowledging this, but he couldn't dodge the truth.

He had twisted his reality. Had lied. Had pretended to not know him. That it was a mere
coincidence that he and Jimin were in the same university, in the same class, and being so attracted
to each other. He had purposely made Jimin feel isolated from everyone, just so he could have his
care and attention for himself.

It was sickening. So fucking sickening. He was never going to change. Jungkook still wanted to be
the only one to help him. To be the only person Jimin ever cared about.

Even if he was the last person that deserved that care.

His father sighed at the lack of response. His son's presence was disappearing in the room as he dug
further into his own thoughts. "I told you to claim him before it was too late. Turns out you did
nothing but follow him around like a hungry dog, and now the Chief will get in your way. You
rejected the plan to go to college overseas just so you could be around him, babbling about making
him submit to you now that Eunwoo wasn't in his mind. Now, look at you. You were looking at him
the whole fucking night. Like a puppy. I couldn't believe my own eyes. Even less when that woman
insulted you and you did nothing because—"
"Don't worry about that," Jungkook cut, firm with his words. "I'll take care of her."

"I don't care what you do anymore." Kang-dae sneered. "I don't care what happens to you. I never
did.” Jungkook stared at him with a funny expression. Like he didn’t know that already. “Or to your
bitch. I don't care." His pale hand rose to point at the predator's face. Unconsciously, Jungkook felt
isolated in an empty room, with only the spotlight illuminating the space. Over his head. A sharp
light grasping onto the seconds, the sharp cut of a guillotine awaiting at the end of his father’s
words. He knew when that feeling took over, there was a truth beneath it trying to be pushed down
and hidden, a hard reality his brain refused to admit to itself, therefore admitted by Jungkook. "But
the real Jungkook isn't a little bitch that gets walked on a leash." His words sunk deep into the
alpha's mind. He knew what he meant. "I want the son that killed his brother for the throne back.
Because, otherwise," Kang-dae whispered, rasping each letter in his voice, "This empire is going to
shit the moment you take full control."

─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠⅠ· ───────

“This empire is going to shit the moment you take control.”

“I told you to claim before it was too late.”

“Like a puppy.”

“Ah… shit,” Eunwoo groaned, glancing at the slowly darkening sky over his head. His peaceful
expression was as deceiving as the beauty masking it. Silky strands fluttered along the tango of the
breeze as he looked back at his little brother with that humoured grin filled with a wicked joy that
prickled Jungkook’s skin in a sharp flinch. “Still biting more than what you can chew, little boy.”

Jungkook’s collar was grabbed, inching him a breath away from Eunwoo’s magnetic stare. “It takes
so little to eat you up,” Eunwoo breathed against his lips. He glanced down at them and smiled.
The acidic disgust swept over the younger alpha when he noticed that familiar —obsessive— grin.

Again?

It was getting annoying how frequently he kept recalling moments with Eunwoo he had hoped to
delete by the pass of time. It was sickening to his mind, covering him in sweat when he revived the
sensations. He fought to not touch his cheek, feeling a spill of disgust in his hot empty stomach —
the wet trace of Eunwoo’s tongue driving his mind to a place he couldn’t afford to go any longer.

He hadn't expected that stupid talk to grip his mind this fast.

It was bubbling beneath his skin. That hard carapace that covered his veins, taking every hit just to
throw it back ten times harder. The dark-haired young man kept his eyes on the omega in front of
him. He couldn't even focus on whatever the fuck the bitch was saying, the brain stuffed with
hideous ideas to end them all. His father had hit right where his soft spot was hidden, and damn if it
hadn't blown up the worst reaction in Jungkook. He was bad at seeing the shortcomings in his
science because he wasn't used to it—since he was right most of the time. He surely hadn't
expected this reaction from himself; how his father's remarks, like an arrow piercing the apple over
his head, had given shape to the problem hovering over his head.

As much as he hated to admit it, he was right. He was so right that the full picture was starting to
unblur in front of Jungkook's eyes. Just what had he been thinking?

"Is something the matter? You seem distracted."

Haneul's sweet voice was like a painful pinch to his skin. His hand itched to choke the kitten till
what remained of his voice ended in a faded cry for help.

Jungkook raised his eyes to the omega’s blue ones. "I'm bored, that’s the matter." The omega's
eyebrows rose, surprised. The alpha was done playing the good future fiancée. He could afford to at
least be himself with Haneul and scare him a little. "For how long are you planning on dragging
this out?"
His father had left minutes ago, along with his grandmother. Now Jungkook was stuck with this
shithead. Haneul was becoming a better stalker than him at this rate, sniffing on his every trace.

Haneul's bright smile was like an automatic response ingrained in his facial muscles. Don't get
angry, don't talk back, accept and smile. On one side, it was a good method to drive someone
insane, but it was futile for someone like Jungkook, who had an even more unnerving reaction to
things. He straight up didn't react, not because he resisted the urge to but rather it was close to
impossible to shake him. No scenario was impossible, and no response was out of the ordinary.
Therefore, the evolution of Haneul's character in the past few days was not surprising, given the
drama unfolding in his life.

He knew the kitty omega was like this. Insistent, fake, and wrapped up in his own head. He was
convinced he was better than anyone of his kind, yet still kept the leash around his neck. He was
the best, but not above alpha predators. And that was the difference between him and Jungkook
when it came to their mentalities developed thanks to their social levels. Many alphas saw
themselves like Haneul did. Above many, but not all.

Sheep mentality, regardless of how well-masked it was. Jungkook was in part at fault. His kind saw
themselves as the best of the best, with no hand to push their heads down. They were at the very
top, no matter what anyone had to say or wanted to prove. So who was the target of the very top
predators?

People like Hyunsik, like Minrae, like Haneul. Individuals who wanted to keep themselves on
board, so they took anything thrown at them, but still made sure to keep a distance from the very
low beings that, in reality, were on the same level as them. Just like Jungkook's kind feasted on
ordering around and shaming others for the fun of it, Haneul and Hyunsik's kind had a protective
mentality that assured them that even if they had others above them, they still were better than
those below. It wasn't for the fun of it but to survive. And what better way to convince the mind
than swallowing up every excuse that falsely proved they were superior to preys, to omega preys?
"Are you keeping me around to replace that omega?" By the time the question reached his ears, the
omega seemed to already regret it. He expected a harsh reaction to it, the worst outcome for
opening that bitchy mouth of his.

Jungkook stared at him. "You're the one keeping yourself here." He intertwined his fingers over the
table, an action that lifted the hem of his jacket, revealing his golden watch. "Unless you remember
me ever begging you to be by my side."

"You could bring another omega to marry, and this deal would be off," whispered Haneul. The blue
in his gaze seemed to intensify; whether in shame or anger, Jungkook didn't care.

"You're smarter than that," spoke the alpha. He knew Jungkook wasn't planning on doing that, yet.
Haneul didn't take Jimin seriously enough to see him as a threat. "Whatever spell you've put over
my grandmother, it's not going to make me marry you. So," the alpha forced a thin smile out of his
cold expression, "keep trying."

"You picked me—"

"I did," Jungkook cut off. "For the time being, to get that old hag off my back. You should've
listened and taken your distance. If I want to meet with you, I will, on my terms. There's a
difference between that and you pestering me every single day."

His words were cold daggers thrown at the pretty boy's face. The steely blue, nevertheless, never
shuddered. He was adamant, and it appeared that Jungkook's apathy was inciting his rabid crush
even more.
Haneul lowered his gaze to the teacup. His fingers embraced the ceramic. The sound of the click of
the small plate against the bottom of the cup went unnoticed, covered by the soft piano playing in
the background.

"I don't feel bad for him," Haneul said distractedly. The alpha came to a halt for a moment, before
going back to his relaxed state. Haneul was speaking his mind again before the alpha could say
anything. "I'd even dare to say I feel disgusted by his actions."

"You talk like you know him." That annoyingly superior tone was irking the alpha. He despised any
negative words directed at the bunny. Jimin was the last person who deserved to be chastised. It
took two to tango, but everyone was focused on his mistakes —which were none. Nobody cared
about the so-called alphas he'd slept with or how Jungkook had ended up with someone like him.
Although, Jungkook wouldn’t have felt bad if the punishment had been about Jimin being with
someone else. A tiny part of his brain was convinced he’d have deserved it for sharing himself with
others.

"I don't, thankfully," whispered Haneul, graceful with his bitter words. "I just don't like omegas
who give a bad image to the rest of us."

Bad image? This bitch. Jungkook let out a faint sigh. Jimin was a person he could never feel
embarrassed about. It wasn't just about his personality; it was the way he had broken free from the
conventional omega mould. While there were others like him, some gentler, some tougher,
Jungkook had never encountered anyone quite like his persona.

Jimin didn't cast a negative light on other omegas. If anything, he had shifted Jungkook's
philosophy on some matters regarding omegas’ existence. What was once a minor presence in
Jungkook's perception had grown into a substantial figure, an equal—someone he didn't regard
with superiority. It was a first for someone who still didn't see omegas as his equals.
He always seemed out of reach. Even back in high school, when Jungkook was still grappling with
the realization that he had discovered the central figure of his ongoing fixation, Jimin felt
untouchable. He was distant, those brown eyes of his never revealing anything but disdain
whenever they landed on Jungkook's figure.

The snake predator had never yearned for someone's validation so much. His pride had ballooned
to the point where he couldn't discern imperfections, errors, or flaws in the prey he had just met.

Haneul was right about one thing. Jimin wasn't like the rest of the omegas out there. It sounded
corny to the alpha but it tasted right in his mind; Jimin would never be like him, nor anyone else of
his category. He was on a higher level —better.

"My parents told me about his kind. It's always preys too," Haneul continued. A brief smile flashed
after each word. One wouldn't think he was spitting bullshit from that mouth, Jungkook thought.
"But I'm surprised about one thing." He placed a finger to his chin and frowned. "That university is
pretty expensive. It's also very hard to get in there without passing an exam. How come he can
afford that? Preys are usually poor..."

"Your parents have isolated you too much, it seems," Jungkook cut in, "Nowadays preys can work."

"But even if they can," Haneul dared to state, "they are still lower beings. So I'm wondering how...
they are allowed in the same space as us? Isn't there a regulation for that?" He peeked around and
got closer to the alpha. His face looked pale at that distance. No pores could be seen on the texture
of his skin. Long eyelashes kept fluttering up and down, whenever he glanced straight at Jungkook,
like he couldn't keep up with the eye contact. "I heard some of them got dirty money. What if that...
dude or whatever he is... got in there that way? Did he get a scholarship?"

Jungkook's mind fantasised about the many ways he could beat the living shit out of the omega. His
disgusted tone was consuming what was left of the alpha's patience. The little bitch was his
grandmother's favourite choice so he couldn't… yet. "He was a top student in high school," he
simply said. The omega’s eyebrows rose at the short retort in a surprised expression he quickly hid.

“I'm a top student at my current university too. I've won many national—

“He also won a few math competitions,” Jungkook interjected. The cat omega's education was as
simple as a children's book.

Haneul felt attacked. He could tell. "How do you know...?" The omega pursed his lips.

"I know everything," he replied with a sneer that contorted Haneul's expression.

Jungkook recalled those times when he had been consumed by the sudden omega's presence in his
world. He had scoured high and low, searching into every nook and cranny, attempting to uncover
Jimin's age, family background, and educational path. The fixation had taken hold so deeply that he
slept only with people who held a resemblance to him. He had been on a quest to capture lips that
mirrored Jimin's. His quest for the omega's presence was akin to discovering a missing fragment of
his own consciousness, a void that had long awaited this absent puzzle piece to fill it.

However, the Jungkook of those days had been full of hatred towards the omega. For taking his
complete attention away. For shattering his mind with so little effort. Jungkook had despised him so
much that he had wanted to chain him forever to himself. Make him succumb to his feet just to give
himself the satisfaction of seeing Jimin in the same state as him.
"If you are going to keep sleeping around with him," the omega jumped back, "I'm no one to stop
you, but..."

“I’ll never be with you, Haneul,” the alpha cut him off, “Don’t waste your time on a guy like me.”

Haneul watched him, silent after those words. “There’s always space for love in everyone’s hearts.
Even in yours.”

Jungkook scoffed with a tired smile. “There’s no such space. And if there ever was, it’s not meant
for you.” His words had slipped out of his lips automatically, but Jungkook didn’t indulge in the
reason for the last sentence. He didn’t want to. And for some reason, Haneul seemed to not believe
them yet, despite the sour glint in his gaze. "Are you sad because of your unrequited love,”
Jungkook prompted, motionless, “or because it’s a high status slipping away from your family’s
hands?" The omega shook his head, softly, like everything he did.

"I’m patient…” His lips pressed together. “And we're not tied yet so—

“We will never be.” Jungkook crossed his arms over the table, pushing his face closer to the omega
across him. “You serve a purpose in my plan, that’s it" His eyes fixed on those of the omega, silent
like a little ceramic doll.

"I’m aware of that..." Silence made its presence. The omega hung his head between his shoulders,
like a heavy dead weight. "But I have the right to try to win you over,” Haneul said, and before he
could be replied to, he continued “That’s something you can’t control, Jungkook.” He smiled, with
a heavy heart. “I won't give up on you that easily."
His remarks caused Jungkook's chest to throb. Not because that naive vow, so lovely, touched him.
He blinked and weirdly, Haneul's sitting form transformed into Jungkook's appearance. He saw
himself in the omega's position all of a sudden.

Despite him strongly disagreeing with Haneul's advances, the fact that they were both chasing an
unrequited obsession made Jungkook keep his rude response to himself. He would let it be for now.
He wasn’t that big of a threat, anyway.

Haneul smiled at him when he noticed Jungkook’s gesture, who was repressing the ugly comment
he was about to throw his way.

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He had to escape this place. Jimin was now unable to go back to the perfect past his parents had in
their heads. Jail to him, a lovely natural form of love to them.

The survival instinct had surfaced after the crash he had experienced three nights ago. He still
found it hard to believe that he had confronted his parents with so little strength in his chest. The
will to end this hadn't been so strong at that moment, yet something in him had awakened; a frigid
wave shaking his entire body. Rage had never had such force in his mind.

And now it had reached a new level in him. As if things hadn’t been bad enough already, he had
lost the only thing entertaining him till now. His phone.

Jimin glanced at his desktop. His phone and his laptop.

This was a fucking joke at this point. He scoffed tiredly before squeezing his lungs in a deep sigh.

Lost in contemplation, he peered at the nightstand that had his phone prior to his parents punishing
him. It makes sense why a maid had been in here when he went to speak with his mother. She had
dispatched a servant to his room to take any device away from him, and he knew it was her since
who else was this evil?.
She wanted to isolate him as much as possible to make him lose his shit.

But Jimin wasn’t surprised. She was like that at home. Going as far as restricting him till he had no
choice but to go back to the tiny existence moving at her will. This was just plain idiotic. He was
getting that damn phone no matter how well she hid it. If she wanted to test him that bad he needed
to give her a taste of her own stubbornness.

He sighed, ruffling his own head frustratingly. After all this time stuck in his room, Jimin had
thought about it. If his parents didn't want to listen, they would have to see him leave. Either
physically or... by ending this in his own way.

Jimin had never allowed those ideas to flourish past the initial stages of his mind; he had refused to
give them any sustenance or voice. He was not the only one who had considered it at some point.
However, Jimin had been too obstinate to accept the cowardly option.

Killing himself sounded like an impossible, far away, horrendous scenario. Not because his parents
would be sad —they deserved it— but because that felt like a betrayal to his principles, to himself.

He had promised himself to put no one above him. Suicide meant ending his life, causing harm to
himself. Jimin would not deprive himself of the many more years he had left to live and enjoy
because of other people. Furthermore, everyone who had wronged him would be satisfied if he
died, and in this case the one who should win was him, not them. The goal was always for others to
see his success, for it to sting that they couldn't sink him with them. The mere idea of suffering for
others already seemed stupid to him. To sink into their crap, soak in misery because of others was
to lose. A feeble mind yielded to pressure; Jimin's was too stubborn to not fight back.

That's why Jimin was planning on pretending to do that. He was banking all his luck on the fact
that it would look horrible for them to have their only son commit suicide in order to get away from
them, as it was obvious they didn't like him as their son. Although Jimin was blinded by the image
he had painted of his parents, he couldn't let that little voice reassure him that they weren't all that
horrible. Jimin still secretly hoped that his mother would go insane over losing him.

It was just a threat. Nothing else. Jimin was nowhere close to feeling tempted to end his life. It was
just a last-resort kind of act.

He turned his head from the window to the door. There was no sound. He had been locked up for
several days, refusing to come down to eat or have dinner with them. Why, to be treated as if he
were a criminal? Some people might think Jimin was sensitive, but for him, this was more than
serious. It was his life, for heaven's sake. His freedom, his frustration that he had kept for years. If
he didn't break this vicious cycle now, it would never end. Jimin could have played the same role
again; pretend he was a quiet and respectful guy. However, he couldn't keep postponing the
inevitable. If he wanted a future in which he could choose what to do, what to wear, live as himself,
get the tattoos he wanted, share his ideas without fear of punishment, protect others like him... —he
had to act.

The food they had left was still in front of the door, but Jimin had no intention of eating it.
Sometimes, whenever he felt a little hungry, he'd open the door a bit and grab a piece of bread from
the tray. There was still some left from yesterday. It wasn't like he was that hungry. His mind was
eating him alive with worry. He couldn't focus on the silent hunger his body was going through.

And the fever he had been ignoring.

Jimin groaned. He was a master of bad timing, for sure. He couldn't even look up something on his
laptop or phone to find a way to keep the heat away. His parents had taken his phone that night. The
only thing he could do was nibble on the small piece of now stale bread, sleep, take a shower, and
watch the landscape through the window.

Ah, and curse Jungkook.

 ─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠⅠ· ───────

"I won't give up on you that easily," Jungkook recited from Haneul's lips, back to himself, as he
slipped off the shower.
He didn't deserve to have that type of attitude towards the omega after everything he had done, yet
in a moment where he was told by everyone to let go of Jimin, Jungkook was still holding onto that
one last string. Tight. Like it wasn't about to snap.

Freeing Jimin from his madness would make the omega happy. Freeing him from Jungkook's
family, from the danger that put on his shoulders, sounded like a good option. But his selfishness
had overtaken this relationship a long time ago. Jungkook refused to put anyone’s wishes over his,
and despite being obsessed with the omega’s existence, even he, the object of his dreams and
fantasies, couldn’t stop the monstrous greediness that engulfed the predator’s icy heart.

The alpha stared into the mirror. Jimin's sad eyes reflected over the surface, as if the young man
looking at him had switched to the subject of his mind. It hurt to think about it. All of this was his
fault. From the night they met, to every event that had followed after.

His chest felt virgin in front of the heavy chain pulling his soul to his knees. Jungkook kept his eyes
on the reflection. He couldn't proceed backward. There was only one move here, and that was
towards the right ending. Nothing could be changed. He couldn't even delete Jimin's memory
anymore.

His fingers reached for his forehead. His eyes grew somber, returning him to his dream state. Even
though something had gone horribly wrong in all of this, Jungkook was unable to pretend to be
ashamed or accept his throbbing regret.

Drops of water flowed down his toned and chiseled chest, glistening as they made their way
towards his navel. Soaking his pitch black hair, the small stream of water left trickled down his
head, trippling over his wet forehead. As the minutes went by, the wetter the floor of the bathroom
got, droplets echoing through the room.
The remarks from his father continued to echo in his consciousness. Every time his father's voice
played in his head, Jimin's countenance would follow; it was like listening to a broken record that
Jungkook was being made to endure.

His eyes fell to where his hands rested. He was gripping the sink so hard his fingertips had lost the
blood in them, an effect that was quickly recovered when he softened his hold on the marble.

Jungkook pressed his temples. There was this heavy baggage on his shoulders he just couldn't get
rid of. Things were much simpler than they seemed, yet the smallest step took a hard courage he
wasn't so sure he wanted to prove right now.

Saving Jimin was a problem. It was all connected—a chain reaction. He could take him from his
parents' grip. He knew everything about them, and that included their location. The alpha knew
where each of their houses was located, the services they used in the main one, and the connections
of their maids. Not just that, too. Jungkook knew damn well the omega despised them now. Maybe
not enough to his liking, but it was enough. That much was very clear.

The only thing he was no longer certain of was whether he still desired to be saved. He detested
Jungkook so much at this time that he would rather be there than anywhere near the alpha who had
placed him there. If it wasn't the case already, it was only a matter of time until Jungkook's face was
blown off by the whole situation. Unless Jimin was brainwashed once more, there was no way he’d
ever forgive the alpha after the stupid beta’s deserved beating, or after the hunting game the alpha
had thrown him in without his awareness, or…

Jungkook grit his fangs. Not that. He was never going to find out. That was a point in the story he
didn't need to know anything about. To ensure that nothing would ever come up from his dormant
memories, he had even taken care to ensure that Eunwoo was removed from the internet.
The solutions were at reach distance if only the consequences weren’t so heavy. All he had to do
was make a clear statement that Jimin was supposed to marry him, make the omega his official
fiancee. But no one agreed to such marriage. And while Jungkook didn't give a shit about that, the
most important person in this was the first one against it. Jimin would never agree to be together,
much less be chained to Jungkook for the rest of his life.

His father had told him from the start to not take things slowly, to take his chance and end things
the way he wanted. If he had gone this far, he needed to end this the way he had started it —
twisting every part of the story.

Jungkook sighed. Even that scenario sounded worse than the current one. At least now Jimin knew
how shitty he was and got to have a choice to stay away this time. If Jungkook had rushed things
much more than he had already, the omega would've hated him more.

Eunwoo's remarks struck a chord. Jungkook scowled. A somber frown covered his wet face. As he
played a losing game and made Jungkook look foolish, his brother's evil smirk emerged.

"Oh, you like him... too? His brother had said with that musky voice of his. “You always had this
thing… of wanting things that are not for you.”

It wasn't a one-sided attraction. It couldn’t be. He wasn't chasing an imaginary dream where his
feelings weren't being reciprocated.

Jungkook flinched. His eyes widened in horror when he realized the fault in his words.
Feelings.

A dry laugh scratched his throat. He held his head, as if trying to ease the headache buzzing in his
ears. He had truly lost it. Feelings, someone like him? He couldn't even be loved, even less feel
love for others.

Jungkook pushed himself off the counter. He watched his blank expression tremble, on the verge of
breaking into an hysterical laugh. Whatever this was, Jungkook didn't dare call it such a name.

Not because Jimin was his most desired goal, or his most desired personified dream. Not because
Jimin was someone to be ashamed of wanting. Not because he had despised the omega for so long
for making him a slave to his presence. For making him go this far empty handed .

It wasn't that. Those reasons had been pushed past his pride.

If he accepted such an insolent declaration, that every act he had done with his dirty hands had been
from the blade of this unhinged love, Jungkook was sure he'd finally break down into his most
unhinged self.

The alpha let out a hushed sigh. His eyes roamed over the bathroom, the same place where he had
rolled around with the omega, fucked him against the bathroom tiles as his blushed cheeks
reddened harder with each thrust. His eyes gradually grew colder as his fist instinctively tightened.
It was so pathetic that not much time had gone and that it wasn't even the first time Jungkook had
fucked someone in a bathroom; every memory he had with Jimin became quite distant.
It took a mere refresh of each shared moment to bring the focused alpha out of his serious
concentration and drag him to relive the short time he had spent with Jimin.

He couldn't help what his mind desired, how it desired Jimin, how it punished its owner with the
reminder that his own actions had brought this result.

Jungkook walked out of the bathroom, crossing the omega's room in a few quick steps. His feet
stopped at his phone lying on the bed. The alpha's hair partially obscured his view, a curtain that
turned his vision into thick strands of hair. He pushed it upwards, revealing his damp forehead, eyes
never leaving the phone on the bed.

*
The night had become a fleeting minute when their lips met. Jungkook couldn't pinpoint when he
had released his grasp on time. The inky sky welcomed him from beyond the glass, allowing itself
to be illuminated by the shimmering lights at the heart of the country's capital. It was a sight worthy
of a painting, yet his eyes had a better view to look at.

He wasn't done yet. But he couldn't push his chance further when the blond guy next to him looked
so worn out like he'd been assaulted rather than fucked.

Jungkook gazed intently, his eyes absorbing a sight that kept revealing new details to him.

"You have a serious staring problem."

"I call it a blessing," Jungkook said back, a faint grin struggling to emerge on his lips. It was a
privilege to get to observe such a creature.

Jimin had no clue how good-looking he was. There were so many things he didn't know, but the one
that frustrated Jungkook the most was how oblivious the dude was to the pull he had on others, to
his ravishing appearance. Jimin was aware of his beauty, but he didn't grasp the extent of it. There
were levels to this whole thing: some folks just had a normal sort of appeal, while others had
quirky personalities that made their lack of attractiveness sexier. And then you had those guys and
girls who looked like they could walk straight into a modeling gig, but most of the time they were as
exciting as a blank sheet. Jungkook had hooked up mostly with that last kind, and every time they
opened their mouths, he felt like he was listening to a broken record.
There was another case, though. Jimin wasn't the only one in that level but he surely was at the
very top. Lovely face, pretty voice, sexy brain and that... that personality that had slowly unfolded
in Jungkook's hands the moment they met again. His nasty side eyes and bitter comments were
enough for other alphas to believe he was unappealing or not that big of a deal. For Jungkook —
shit.

It was too damn good.

Jimin's way of talking drove him to the brink, enough to think about ripping his vocal cords out and
devouring them. The intensity of his glare when frustration brewed in that small head of his, made
the alpha crave to lick the rich brown off his eyes, like the last part of an ice cream cone, dipping
his tongue into the chocolate sea that was capsuled in that iris. Did they taste like they looked,
sweet but deceiving? Or like the not so sugary slick that poured from between his legs? Jungkook
was growing insane listening to his insults every time. It was like a flirting tactic in his head. He
was probably the most delusional dude out there, but goddamn if he didn't enjoy feeding himself
that lie.

The alpha adjusted on the pillow. Jimin's fragrance caressed his nose, inviting him to tuck his head
in the bunny's neck.

"Seriously, stop," Jimin gritted. Despite the hard words his sweaty expression was glowing in
desire, soft damp face warming to the alpha's touch. As always, he was confident that Jungkook
had no idea of the thoughts that consumed his head —of the amount of time he dedicated just to
think about the snake predator.

"Are you gonna poke my eyes out?" The alpha let out a soft laugh, lost in this euphoric state. The
omega beside him was the paradise he had yearned for so long, yet he couldn't fathom how to
savour it entirely without a sense of lingering want. It wasn't enough. It was perpetually short.
His hand reached over and his finger caressed the omega's cheek. "Ripping your head off sounds
better. That way you'll finally shut the fuck up."

"And ride my beheaded corpse?" Jungkook prompted. That was hot. The look he got after that
question had him on the verge of tears. Pure comedy.

The image flashed on Jimin's mind and the omega gasped horrified. "Do your parents know you're
like this?" He asked with a shocked expression that seemed to buckle when Jungkook's finger
pressed his cheek, squeezing it as the predator mentally died three times from the cuteness overload
he was going through once again. There was no way someone that just got fucked could look this
adorable —while looking like he hated to see him breathing. "This insane. They should've taken
you to a therapist or a reformatory."

"That's a silly question." Jungkook circled his waist and dragged Jimin closer. His naked dicks
stroked against the bunny's thighs. A moment of silence followed. "Snakes don't care about their
kids. Get your answer from there."

"The police will then." Jimin let himself be held. It made Jungkook melt knowing his hands were the
ones warming his naked body. "Someone like you needs to be in prison."

"A chaebol heir in prison? You clearly don't know how the world works."

"I do, that's why I said should."

"That's still not saving you from me," Jungkook sniggered. "I'll escape and come for you," the
predator stated. "Drag you back here." Jimin's face paled.

“I’d have left the country before that. Got my degree and got a nice man that isn’t a fucking
psycho.” The omega huffed confidently.

“And who could be that poor suicidal loser? No one is insane enough to marry you now. I already
told you, there’s no escaping me,” the predator whispered heavily, “and if you do, don’t come to
blame me when I fuck you over his dead body.” Jimin made a face, and Jungkook felt even more
delighted, “Ah, no,” he corrected, “I’d keep him alive. I’ll make him watch how you ride my cock
like a good little bitch.”

"Oh my fucking God,” Jimin groaned, disgusted. “Whatever, you weirdo," Those words slowly sank
in his head, and unsurprisingly for Jungkook, the omega wasn't that bothered by them. “…You
didn't answer me yet."

"I told you to take your answer from there."

Jimin smacked his lips. "All I understood is that snakes are heartless." He looked down, at the
alpha's chest. His hands grabbed on the flesh, softly. "So are you like an abandoned child or
something?"

Jungkook faked a depressed sigh, "Yeah, you should be kinder to me."

"Like you deserve shit. You already are a spoiled bitch."

"Damn." Jungkook chuckled, "So you're not?" The question hung in the air for a beat, and then
Jimin's lips parted, making a subtle wet sound that begged Jungkook to kiss him again.

"I'm not." It was hard to believe coming from a rich kid but being able to read his head gave an
insight into his answer. A tinge of bitterness tinged Jimin's voice. It wasn't about money. There was
something else, something he was forbidden from having.

"You should be," Jungkook spoke up, attempting to ease the bunny's mind with another shitty
remark. He did, however, mean every word he said. He wanted to spoil the shit out of Jimin. Give
him everything he wanted, whether it meant at the cost of risking his life or his reputation. It was
embarrassing to be this selfless over an omega.

Jimin rolled his eyes as he let his hands wander over the predator's body. His strength kink was so
obvious whenever he traced Jungkook's muscles with his fingers, pretending he wasn't replaying
every second of the heated moment Jungkook had fucked him against the wall, trapped by his big
frame. "You wouldn't get it, lived your whole life being able to do anything you wanted."

"True," Jungkook admitted. "But aside from the social rules, you can't deny we do coincide in the
monetary part." It was just to tease. Jungkook was aware there was far more to this than just
money. How others looked at him, how he was treated. There were things Jimin couldn't do, just
like there were things the predator wasn't expected to do.

His phone had suddenly rang by the time Jimin was a second closer to snapping Jungkook's
patience again. His damp body was pressed over his throbbing cocks, all while the pretty boy's face
flushed at the sensation of the alpha's hands on his waist. He knew what was about to come.
Jungkook had taught him his ways. There was never a single round when fucking. Sex had to go on
until he was fully satisfied and being the beast he was, three hours were far from being too much —
pumping Jimin with his cum wasn't enough.

The omega had glanced at the nightstand. His wet hair followed over his forehead. Jungkook kissed
his cheek, making a path down to his clavicle so he could distract him from whoever was calling.
But it was no use.

His body became frigid when his gaze landed on the flashing screen of the device. Jimin jumped to
shut it down, confident the alpha pretending to lure him into sex hadn't noticed who was calling.
Had that been the name of some guy he had no idea about, Jungkook would've tracked the loser's
identity down by the next morning. He'd have gone as far as searching on the omega's phone who
was the stranger calling him.

But it wasn't a stranger. Not to Jungkook.

As expected, Jimin's expression had lost every trace of fun after the name on the screen. Just by the
way he had shut down the call, one could tell he felt uncomfortable.

Jimin's mother was a subject he wasn't planning on touching anytime soon. Going straight for the
deep root of his issues would've had the omega barking at him. It was a sensitive spot for him.
Jungkook had a hard time understanding that but he could use some sense to guide him through
dealing with the omega.

Despite struggling to grasp such matters, Jungkook wasn't exempt from facing those issues either.
He labelled them as imperfections —things that made him a weak man. Topics that triggered him,
unleashed his control. Just like a kid.
Rare was the time someone ever mentioned it to him. No one in his family dared to talk about that.

It pissed Jungkook off. His reactions to being reminded of his brother were out of his control. He
felt naked to any mention of those moments of his life. Unprepared. Of how his brother had raped
him back when he had been so young. Or the brutal abuse that had scarred him physically to the
point he couldn't ever deeply sleep again, always flinching at the sensation of someone close when
he was unguarded.

The alpha watched the omega fall in silence. He hoped that kind of behaviour wasn't allowed in his
family. Jungkook's own was already fucked up enough to turn a blind eye to pedophiles and incest.
So he wished, even if the omega's life had gone through its own struggles, that at least that wasn't
one of the factors that had evolved Jimin into such a cautious guy. Just thinking about it made his
stomach churn in heavy horror. Very few things made the alpha feel this way, and picturing Jimin in
such pain was at the very top. He couldn't stomach it. He couldn't handle it. Even if he himself was
in that group of horrible people, he didn't want anyone to hurt the omega. Even if he was part of
the problem. That was why he also disliked his... mother.

He knew it very well. As always, Jimin had no clue of the things that had gone down before his
memory had been erased. Jungkook had looked into everything about him. He had connected the
dots. Had figured out the woman whobirthed him was slowly choking her son, just like he had
slowly noticed things like his lack of trust, and his stubborn personality.

Having access to his mind felt like cheating and while it wasn't Jungkook's usual tactic, this gave
him a more clear picture of the omega he had been seeking for so long. Jimin's thoughts towards
her were anything but lovely. He loathed her in such a way it surprised Jungkook. Not because it
was too brutal —that was another thing he couldn't understand well.

He didn't think Jimin's animosity was intense enough. Despite his hatred for her, he still liked her.
Jungkook was unable to comprehend the extent of such anger. He desired to get rid of things that he
detested. Kill it. Destroy it. He hated his father, hated his brothers, most of his family. Even the ones
that he didn't hate stood on the same line. If any of those relatives were to die in front of him,
Jungkook wouldn't help them. His father deserved a painful death for sure. His brothers deserved
the same end, and if Jungkook got to watch that happen, it'd be even better.

It was the snake gene. Or so they liked to call it. Creating bonds that lacked a certain factor. It
didn't hurt if a lover died, if a sister was shot, or a daughter lost her father. Snakes were unable to
get attached. And so far that had been the rule.

Whenever she appeared in his mind, Jimin's brain became a cold space. His thoughts fogged his
conscience. He became small, nothing but his thoughts.

Jungkook couldn’t grasp on that emotion tying mother and son.

The alpha fell silent, letting the room's silence carry the moment. The omega had left the phone
aside. His gaze rested on the pillow next to him. Under his head, Jungkook's arm served as support.

There it was again. His mind encapsulated itself into a ball.

She was controlling. Jungkook had noticed that night. That night had been long and exhausting.
His attention had been on the omega from the very beginning. And how could it not, when all that
occupied his mind was the presence in the room that had his body stirred up. The snake in him
coiled in circles. He couldn't stop looking at him.

Next to the beautiful blond boy, a lady with the same angelic features followed him everywhere. Her
hands grabbed him and brought him back to her side. One didn't need to be a genius to notice that
Park Jimin was fed up with his mother. He sighed every time she touched him. If she spoke to him,
the omega looked at her with disdain.

"Who was calling?" Jungkook suddenly prompted, faking an innocent curiosity that his dark eyes
didn't reflect.

Not to his surprise, the omega tu rned to him, a sour mouth gesture twisting his face muscles.
"None of your business."

He didn’t hate her, yet he refused to talk to her.

The alpha sighed, unconsciously drifting off from the voice at his ear. "Keep tabs on the people she
interacts with," he instructed, "I'll be expecting your message before the end of this week. Make it
quick."

He turned off the phone and slouched into the seat. The leather beneath his back stretched silently.
Jungkook closed his eyes, regathering his thoughts. Spread out in front of him was the floor plan of
Daehyun's parents' house. They resided in a mansion, typical of affluent parents who enrolled their
kids in the best university in South Korea. The address required more than a day's drive, and they
were often far from home.

Finding her address seemed like a futile endeavour. As the CEO, the most accessible place to track
her down was the company. However, this posed the risk of being spotted by others, as it was a
public space bustling with workers.
Jungkook wasn't planning to take action just yet. He needed to gather every piece of information
about her, meticulously studying her habits and whereabouts. There was no need to rush, but a
sense of urgency lingered, compelling him to conclude this task as swiftly as possible.

He cast a bored look at the recently used phone. Jungkook's attention remained trapped for what
felt like minutes. The alpha's eyebrows knitted as a bad idea crossed his mind. He was stressing
over something simple, unable to be as careless as he had been before.

He had every right to have Jimin and he knew that. And it annoyed him. It annoyed him that that
statement wasn’t enough anymore, since now all he wanted was the omega’s agreement first.

Jungkook rested his head back on the edge of the couch. As he swallowed the spit that was
accumulating beneath his tongue, his Adam’s apple shifting beneath the thin tan skin.The ceiling
met him when he lifted his eyes, lost in thought.

He had never been this clingy. Jungkook felt like he was going insane not knowing what was going
on there. If Jimin was eating right, if he was getting grounded, or worse, if he was getting hit for his
mistakes.

His hand flinched, quickly curling into a tight fist. His mother looked capable of hurting him, so
well collected, trying to be as deceiving as possible. She would shame Jimin for that shit for as long
as she could. Considering that her reaction had been so dramatic, there was no doubt she had been
caught off guard about Jimin's relationship to the predator. Given that Jimin had moved into the
dorms and was now farther away from her, she must have felt victorious from that dramatic
revelation.

He wasn’t that different from his mother, either. Jungkook was getting frustrated by the lack of
knowledge of Jimin’s current events. He had that thing where he needed to know where he was,
what was he doing, who he was thinking about and if those brown eyes were crying like they
probably would when no one was looking. And Jungkook wanted to be there. Not just to console
him. Just to see it happening. To register in his mind his every action, every breath, every
movement in his body. And if those were painful tears, he’d lick them for him. Lick the brim of his
eyes till he swallowed his omega’s every misery.

The snake predator's eyes flashed open upon the realization to the weight of the phone in his hand.
In the end, what he had avoided doing was coming back to him, insisting because that stubborn part
of him wanted to hear that timbre.

He had no use for what he was about to do. Jimin already hated him and he’d more, eventually. But
Jungkook’s greediness went beyond what others called shame. He was feeding himself this
opportunity like he hadn’t been edging himself with the worry of Jimin’s safety. His selfishness was
always so ugly, so depraved.

He just wanted to hear that voice.

No.

He wanted to make him mad again.

And then, he’d appear in Jimin’s mind for the next five seconds.

The alpha’s gaze darkened, a a hungry smile twitching his lips. The pressure had been building for
hours, weighing on his shoulders. The phone in his hand had barely budged, glued over his palm.
Jungkook's weary silhouette lingered on the couch, shirtless, his wet hair now only lightly dripping
over his forehead. His dark expression remained fixed in a monotonous scowl carved across his
features.

He had deleted Jimin's number off his phone back when the suppressants hadn't been able to delay
any longer the unavoidable, all to avoid reaching out to him again in the middle of his rut.
Jungkook was quick with good excuses, so it was no surprise he had been fast into telling himself
the reason for that was to avoid luring Jimin to come to him in his rut.

As if. Jimin had been adamant from the start. There hadn't been an ounce of intention into spending
the rut with the alpha.

However, the truth was Jungkook had deleted the number to spare himself from sounding even
more desperate than he felt. He had been ready to beg Jimin to come, uttering pleas and moans
through the phone, a please he hadn't spoken since he could remember, all for Jimin and Jimin
alone.

Jungkook couldn't help himself. He typed Jimin's number so easily in the span of a second. Because
he remembered it without realizing it. Each number popped so easily in his mind, like he had
repeated it every day since he took hold of it, when in fact, he had only seen it once. The alpha
faced a dilemma. The number was there, ready to be dialed. A simple tap on the green screen
bubble was all it took. This agitation and uncertainty were unfamiliar to him. It was the haunting
memory of Jimin's last gaze that had halted the machinery in his brain.

He wasn’t registering his every thought now, the cheat book taken from his hands. Now Jungkook
was uncertain— and he hated it.

Raising the phone to his ear, the hunch of silence on the other end was thinning his patience and the
crippling thrill of not knowing if the blond omega was doing fine, sleeping well or crying alone in
his room. As much as he wanted to hear his voice, Jungkook couldn't bear to hear Jimin's broken
voice. He would be satisfied with an angry “Fuck you”, but the proof of him being hurt in there
would snap the little patience he was giving to his salvation plan. The distance to his parents' house
wasn't longer than half a day yet Jungkook felt like he could drive at the maximum speed just to
take him back in less than an hour. A day. Just one day and he'd make every arrangement needed to
keep Jimin out of their reach. He’d keep him where he belonged, in this apartment again. Jungkook
would need to corner him some more, give him something to fear and then give him a light in his
little dark world. And if he wanted his mother dead, he’d only need to ask— no, just glance at
Jungkook with those same eyes he had given him when he ended Minrae. And the predator would
do it. He’d torture her in front of the omega just to please him.

The alpha blinked at the sound of the call being answered. Expectantly, he straightened on the
couch. Every trace of dread had vanished from his face. All he could do was grip the device tightly
and wait for the outcome. This was a different number. Jimin had no way of blocking him—

"Who's this?"

A fiery rage gripped his lungs, making each breath feel like a harsh groan. The predator's jaw
clenched as his fingers tensed over the device. Fucking bitch. "Snooping through his phone now?
Your son is big enough to still have time-outs at his grown age, don't you think?"

"Who the hell...?" The old omega seemed to connect the dots when the predator's deep voice hit the
line. As expected, her voice switched to a rampant yelling. "Do you have no shame!? Calling my
son after what you've done to him!?"

Exterminating Jimin's mother had crossed his mind a few times. Shit, even killing his father just to
isolate the omega. He had no use for them anymore and they were wasting a space in the blond
omega’s mind that could be occupied with Jungkook's existence. Frankly, for the snake predator,
everyone was a bothersome stone in his way. Anyone precious to Jimin was a hindrance that
robbed Jimin's attention from the alpha. But this useless whore, especially this insect who clearly
had suffocated her son enough he couldn't stand being near her, was asking for it.
"Give him the phone," Jungkook spoke again, even though he knew it was futile. There was no way
she’d do that and he was far too confident with this prediction. But time was precious and he
needed the few seconds of doubt, anger, —whatever— to get some context out of this. However,
she was going to hang up anytime soon. No matter how dumb she appeared and was, her emotions
were now controlling her actions. "You..."

He couldn't kill her. Jungkook bit the venomous threat that was about to spill from his tongue. This
was Jimin's mother, for fuck's sake. Even if he couldn't understand blood relationships and
fantasized with cutting every caring emotion the omega shared with anyone that wasn’t him, he was
almost convinced Jimin still cared for her.

The conversation never got to advance. Jungkook's call was cut as if he was nothing but a
commercial spam number pestering the 20th random person of the day. The action didn't invite him
to repeat the call. It was useless. She had taken Jimin's phone and now he couldn't contact the
omega in any other way. His number was probably blocked too.

And so, Jungkook's only and last chance to contact Jimin had been destroyed just like that.

─────── ·ⅩⅩⅠⅠ· ───────

The way to the downstairs huge living room narrowed to a beautiful, now annoying sight, open
entrance. The boy’s eyes searched in the dark hallway for the light button but thinking further, he
changed his mind. Gently, soft hands pressed on the downstairs door's edge. The whole home,
oddly enough, sounded empty. It looked as though nobody lived there, and the events that had
concluded hours earlier had only been scenes from some horror film he had dreamed about. The
blonde boy carefully placed all his weight on the sole of his foot as he tiptoed to the first step of the
staircase. His gaze was fixed on his movement, as though deciding how much force to apply.

It felt dangerous to be wandering around his house in the dead of night, like a helpless soul caught
in some cursed manor. It sent a shiver down his spine, making him wonder when a maid or even his
parents will catch him. Caught… He found the word itself amusing. He resembled a trapped prince
facing an agonizing and inevitable reality that would eventually fall upon him like a cold bucket of
water. And yet here he was, dodging his destiny.

The number of times he kept saying the same shit to himself was starting to irritate Jimin. It was
bound to happen. I hate them. Harsh reality finally hitting his head. I feel so sorry for myself. He
was going in circles. A shape that went nowhere, ended in the same place where it started.
His feet took him to the lower part of the hall. Where once many maids were walking around, now
the solemn furniture rested under the dim light of the corridor. Someone had forgotten to turn them
off them, which made Jimin appreciate the effort since he felt too lazy to reach the other side to
turn the lights on.

His stomach clenched, and he flinched, nervous. These days, his hunger had been robbing him of
all his vitality. He didn't want to open the door to the maids, even though it felt foolish given that
the food was right there. Jimin continued to ignore his unwelcome heat on top of it. But he would
never have asked for food or assistance. His mom had scared him enough the last time he attempted
to open up to them so he could have a civilized conversation— which ended with Jimin with no
phone, no connection to the world outside since his laptop was gone too— he had come back to his
room with a swollen cheek and eyes so red from crying like a baby who just got told Santa didn’t
exist.

As he descended the stairs, a faint sound echoed through the house, a soft murmur that sparked
curiosity in him. Jimin stopped in his tracks. Standing in the middle of the living room, the cold
floor took its chance to slip through the soles of his bare feet. The windows were always kept
closed, but this time, there was one open on the other side, where the stairs led to the basement.
Jimin stood still. The large window had its glass arms wide open. Behind it, the house's garden was
visible, a lonely and calm area where not even the grass moved, as it was always promptly
trimmed. His skin was freezing despite his pyjamas. His head turned once again to regain some
control over the unknown uncertainty that was weighing him down. Being trapped for a few days in
his room had somehow messed with his head, and now he felt too nervous to do anything. Or
maybe it was the picture staring at him, the full moon peeking through the window, calling for him
to come out. Jimin felt a knot of agony in his heart.

He took a few dainty steps, only supporting himself by his tiptoes. There was no danger of hitting
any of the expensive vases his mother had or the paintings his father had been so concerned about
because the living room was fairly spacious. His pyjamas bounced with delight as he approached.
Jimin felt the chilly air blowing on his eyes and squinted. His figure, which had previously blended
in with the room's darkness, was now surrounded by a gleaming halo. It almost felt like the moon
was only a few kilometers away, and not outside of the planet, going in circles around the same
subject, never getting tired of starting all over again. Jimin’s eyes remained on the cold picture, the
intangible wind rustling the far trees, his sleeves, his hair, and his desolation.
Before his thoughts got the better of him, he grabbed the window's edge and turned aside. He
immediately suppressed the temptation to jump and escape after remembering that his house was
on the outskirts of the town, he had no money, and his phone was missing. Where would he even go
anyways?

Jimin balled up the front of his pyjamas and fixed his sight on the full moon, his brown eyes
glowing a golden, hopeful hue that vanished as soon as he tore his eyes from the image outside. His
body was burning hot from impatience and the sweet scent of his impending heat. Sluggishly
following from downstairs, the omega released its hold on the window and twisted back to the
dimly lit room, blending back with it, slowly following from downstairs.

As expected, the mumbling sound seemed to come from the basement. He hesitated for a moment,
standing at the foot of the stairs, contemplating whether he should continue his descent or retreat to
the safety of his room.

His initial plan had been simple. Try to see if his phone was laying somewhere on the furniture of
the house. If he was lucky enough his mom would forget to take it with her and he could take it
back. If that couldn’t work, Jimin was planning to sneak to her room and grab it from her
nightstand.

However, the allure of the unfamiliar drew him forward. As he got closer to the open basement
door, his heart thumped in his chest. There was a flicker of weak light below, creating strange
shadows on the walls. The atmosphere was thick with a tension Jimin ignored.

His home's basement was a special area. Its magnificent design banished the danger attached to the
word and transformed it into a haven where one might get some solitude and fresh air. It served as
his father's workspace, where he held talks and meetings and stored his most important documents.
Even his most exquisite paintings, including the one he gifted to Jimin for his birthday.
Jimin's footsteps echoed in the quiet house as he cautiously entered the basement. The corridor
stretched before him, dimly illuminated by soft lights overhead. The sound of a voice grew louder,
and he strained to catch the murmured words.

The omega glanced at the row of paintings arranged along the long hallway. One after another,
equidistant from each other, the paintings depicted different scenes. Some were expensive relics
that his father had bought on one of his whims. Others were commissioned. There was one of the
house, so beautiful that felt like a lie over the enchantment about it—lovely on the outside, gloomy
on the inside.

Jimin attentively followed the muttering. The several paintings that led to his father's office had a
golden trim that he let his finger run along. He hadn't gone through here in a long time. And when
he did, he would ignore the artwork on the walls to rush to speak with his father.

His portrait was always the last one, Jimin used to remember. It was placed last, right when turning
the corner toward the office. It had a special spot, with an entire wall dedicated to the enormous
painting. Jimin still felt distressed looking at it. For some weird reason, recalling the existence of
the gift weighed heavily on his chest. Like an anxiety that rendered him powerless.

He recalled the news of the artwork and his father's attempt to use it to fix the unfixable with it.
Their relationship at that point was already damaged. In silence. He knew Jimin wasn’t the same
anymore, and Jimin knew that wasn’t the same man he used to look up to.

After passing the last artwork, the omega rounded the corner, expecting to see the big framed
picture that took up so much space. With a nervous shiver racing down his spine, Jimin kept his
eyes up, awaiting to see his own eyes meticulously brushed. The moment he reached the corridor,
his gaze drifted to the side, and the omega stopped in his tracks as if he had suddenly lost the power
to move a single fibre in his muscles.
The office door stood before him, nearly as tall as he was, threatening him with that dark tone that
came from the weak light emitted by the corridor lamps. Jimin wasn't intimidated of it, though.
That wasn't even the thing that had drawn his interest.

His lips were apart, his eyes fixed on the wall. His finger, motionless like him, hanging close to his
torso.

The wall. It was empty. Bare.

His painting was nowhere to be seen. The lovely painting his father cherished so much was just…
gone.

Jimin let out a quiet sigh. He felttoo numb to be astonished that the single thing he had truly loved
in his life had altered irrevocably with time. Instead, he felt a peculiar mix of melancholy and
nostalgia. Over the years, his father's appreciation had diminished, and he was fully aware of this.
But then again, it hurt to be certain.

The omega choked down the growing melancholy in his throat and continued to move forward,
unwilling to take his eyes off the door.

Unconsciously pulled in the direction of the source, he followed the hallway all the way to the
closed office. The soft whispers became more audible as light crept through the opening underneath
it. It was a conversation, a private chat that piqued his interest so much it had brought him there.
His eyes remained fixed on the door, every step echoing in the hallway as he closed the distance to
the mysterious conversation on the other side. The anticipation was palpable, each heartbeat ringing
in his ears as if the air itself held its breath.

“I just don’t get it…”

The omega knitted his brows in confusion as soon as he recognized the timbre. It was undoubtedly
his mother.

“You don’t need to get it. Leave it alone.” His father's tone grew even angrier. What were they
discussing? The weight of the unspoken words hung in the air.

As if responding to Jimin's silent question, the next words from his mother pierced the silence.
“No! I should’ve sent him to that omega university!” she barked at her husband.

Ugh. He already knew about her obsession since Jimin finished high school.

His father took his fucking sweet time to reply. “And what would he gain from going there?” So
now he was on his side? The omega got closer, grappling with the confusion. He had never
pondered this detail, but he distinctly remembered his father agreeing to enroll him in an omega
university too. That was… strange.

"What?" His mother's anger intensified. It was unusual to witness her defiance against his father.
“And what did he gain from going to this university you were so obsessed with out of nowhere?”
Before his father could talk back, she lashed out, “You had a change of heart one day out of
nowhere and forbade me from ever mentioning going to that school to Jimin! So why did you send
him there then? You knew that place was full of the worst kind of people who would not only
humiliate him but also us!”

The atmosphere in the room was charged with emotion, and it felt electric. His father's grave voice
broke through, "Enough."

“No! No and no!” His mother's screams echoed, making Jimin wonder about the soundproofing of
the walls. Tears muffled her words, but she kept her voice steady. “You knew this would happen!
Jimin is too young, and he doesn’t know this world as well as you do! You knew he’d end up
falling for that monster! And a Jeon, at that! So tell me why did you do this!? Why did you hide
from me the college application to that university when we had agreed on the other one!?”

He had no idea about this… at all. Jimin was struck mute, totally consumed in the unparalleled
conflict amidst his parents.

The alpha sighed audibly, a weary breath draining of energy. Why was he defending Jimin out of
nowhere? Jimin's nerves were stretched thin.

“Are you out of your mind…? He was sleeping with the worst predator he could’ve stumbled on,
and you’re out here saying that he…” She stopped abruptly, realization hitting her, a soft trembling
gasp escaping, more horror than surprise. “Tell me, honey…” she whispered angrily, “why did you
make our son go there…” Jimin heard a soft thud, likely his mom hitting his father’s chest. A soft
tap accompanied every word, “What… did you… do… Tell me” She hit him harder, but his father
remained silent. “Speak!” The taps on his chest weakened, barely any force, sounding soft. “Tell
me why you suddenly got obsessed with that university!—

The tension became unbearable, a storm of emotions swirling around the room, enveloping Jimin in
a whirlwind of shock and confusion.
“I made a promise.”

His eyes snapped wider. His senses sharpened and he found himself awaiting with a bad feeling
about this.

“What—

His father swiftly silenced her. “I made a promise to the Jeon.” Jimin's chest felt like it was about to
implode as he patiently spoke. Even the revelation didn't seem plausible. That was absurd. His
father doing such a thing seemed too far gone, too impossible. “Jimin is promised to their heir, Jeon
Jungkook. He’ll eventually marry him, so,” his voice faded, before continuing, “you can’t keep
scolding him for doing… the right thing, which is to do what he’s there for.”

Marriage.

He was promised to… J-Jungkook? Since when? Why?

With the fucker who had cornered and shamed him till he ended up in this place, again?

The room felt like it was spinning, Jimin's mind a tumultuous sea of emotions. Breathless and
confused, the truth washed over him like a tidal wave.
 “What… have you done…” The older omega shuddered, in utter shock. “What have you done…
W-Why…”

“The right thing,” the alpha firmly spoke, “Be thankful. My company wouldn’t be thriving if it
wasn’t for Jeon's support.”

Jimin’s knees almost sent him to the floor. His ears rang, vision fluttering from how dizzy he was
suddenly feeling. His heart bolted to his throat, palpitations so loud he couldn’t hear anything more
than the blood boiling in his ears. He couldn’t even realize how badly his body was shaking to the
point he was rattling the door. With tears welling up in his eyes, the omega tore himself away from
the door. Silently, he groaned, feeling as though someone was strangling him. No . This just
couldn’t be. His father… No, there was no way his father would betray him like that. Mortified,
Jimin clamped his mouth shut and dashed back to his room, sobbing uncontrollably. The revelation
left him teetering on the edge of an emotional abyss, the ground beneath him crumbling away.

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“The real Jungkook isn't a little bitch that gets walked on a leash.This empire is going to shit the
moment you take full control.”
This was new, for sure. He rarely thought twice about some random comment. Especially one that
came from his father.

The unnerving feeling of remorse adhered to Jungkook like a second skin. Every now and then he’d
recreate those words in his head, this time crisper and more unpleasant. His father's disappointed
voice rang through the immense hollowness of his skull. It was a dumb comment that he should’ve
ignored. He didn't even consider that man's opinion. No one’s opinion was worthy enough. And
still, Jungkook couldn’t deny that he was starting to feel powerless.

He closed his eyes and let out a sleepy sigh. His cold fingers reached up to his face, softly rubbing
them against his eyelids to then press them there for a few seconds, a futile attempt to massage
away the fatigue. Finally, he cautiously opened his eyes, blinking away the drowsy force that kept
tempting him to fall asleep.

The screen illuminated his face. Its bright light reflected in his gaze as lists of letters intertwined
flickered from one side to another, and he delved into the information until it snagged on what he
was looking for.

This whole overthinking was surely helping him have a clearer picture of what was going on.
Things weren’t adding up, and the dots refused to connect. It wasn’t usual. He couldn’t ignore it
any longer. There was always a reason for a bad feeling. It was like a rotten apple hidden deep in a
basket, tainting everything with its decay, yet remaining unseen. Whenever Jungkook tried to
search for it, there was nothing in there. Every attempt to locate the reality of the situation yielded
nothing, leaving a bitter twist in his gut. It almost felt like some kind of paranoia he had created out
of boredom.

The ringing of Namjoon’s cryptic comment persisted in his mind, bouncing from one corner to
another, taunting the need to fix the dilemma he had trapped Jimin in. Taking a stab at the truth
turned out to be a major bummer. So much of a bummer he felt rushed, grasping at the last crumbs
of something he wasn’t even sure about. And it unnerved him the way everyone was acting
clueless, like he was the one seeing ghosts. As if. The calmer the sea, the nastier the storm brewing
beneath — a truth Jungkook knew all too well. The uncanny serenity radiating from this situation
felt like the prelude to a disaster.
After taking on the task of confirming his doubts, the consequence of knowing the truth would be
overwhelming. So much that Jungkook would be cornered despite being alone in this. However,
there was no confirmation from anyone. Everyone acted indifferent as if he always were the crazy
one in the room. Yet, the absence of anyone else acknowledging the issue didn’t faze him; it just
took much more than that to shake his instinct.

He had planned every step into this. From the perfect time to slip into the principal’s office,
accessing his computer and searching for the record of sent emails. It didn’t require much trickery,
as the office was frequently visited, so the presence of the snake predator hadn’t aroused anyone’s
curiosity. Through the simple insertion of a USB drive into the device, he had dismantled the code
that protected it from unfamiliar hands. Hours later, back in his room, the cracked password
surrendered at his hands.

Hours had passed since all that.

The man’s security was shit for sure. A funny joke for someone like Jungkook who couldn’t care
less about anyone’s privacy. Snooping around wasn’t exactly a moral high ground for him. It was
one of his best assets when tearing down a person he needed gone, and the many times he had
broken those walls for his benefit had only sharpened his knowledge.

The emails, though? That was a nightmare. It wasn’t just who they were sent to, but what they said.
Jungkook couldn’t miss any cryptic message under his nose so it was a given he had to check every
single message that had left the device to go through another. It hadn’t taken as little as he had
expected. A never-ending stream of junk emails followed one after another until his patience wore
thin. The task had been a tedious process that seemed to have no apparent end. Hours had passed.
Hours in which all the emails started to look alike and Jungkook was so bored his fingers were
moving the mouse by inertia.
Until he came across the name Park. He had almost lost it when he stumbled upon the rotten apple.
Jimin’s profile, nestled amongst others — Daehyun, Hoseok, Jin — stared back at him. Icy dread
settled in his stomach. Jungkook had to inhale quickly, and still, the tightening in his muscles made
his body curl in something similar to panic. His exhaustion was gone, the spell of tiredness fading
in a breath. So this wasn’t a hunch anymore. All he could think of was finding the principal and
smashing the laptop on his head. But he didn’t know the context, he had to remind himself.

As the email sprawled across the screen, the odd sensation in his gut became an unpleasant, hard
reality. Already suspecting something off, this just wiped out any doubts Jungkook had. He wasn’t
the type to follow a dumb idea. Proof was essential; the tool to back up the ridiculous ideas that
only the human mind could create. Looking back at the date of the email, Jungkook quickly dug
into the timeline of events he was aware of. There were no clear ties between the dates, except a
detail that connected both. It matched up with a major fuck-up he had done: intruding on Yoongi’s
ground, a mistake that still left a foul taste in his mouth.

The alpha ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. He was being bombarded from all
sides, but the solution was like a sealed door with no means of opening it. His mind searched for
points to connect and yet, in some part of the story he sought to obtain, he only found a precipice
behind.

The worst part of it all was knowing that there was no going back once he found the centre of the
problem. Because even if he did ... then what? Jungkook huffed, annoyed. And then nothing, in
fact. It was already frustrating not knowing the bunny omega’s next move; Jimin’s unpredictability
meant he could either harm himself or cut ties with Jungkook before things aggravated. He needed
to get him out of there as soon as possible.

With so many things gnawing at him, the rope he had over the dogs he needed around him and the
only power he had over Jimin seemed to slip further from his grasp. The distance. That was the
initial hurdle Jungkook faced. It wasn’t like he couldn’t fix such a minor fault in his plan. It was as
simple as calling the omega’s father. Jungkook had spent little time with Mr. Park, but his motives
were clear. Like every lowly bootlicker, he was a guaranteed yes-man as long as the secret support
the Jeon had been giving kept flowing for his family.
However, that fell short to Jungkook’s liking. An eye for an eye sounded better in his head. Jimin’s
freedom wasn’t enough. He needed the omega to witness the lengths others would go to in his
service, to feel the overwhelming power of having someone like Jungkook bend the world to his
will. And he’d achieve it. In his own way, one that left no room for courtesy. He had never planned
to play nice, anyway.

“…” The room’s chilly temperature did little to ease the prickling heat that crawled across his
chiselled figure, outlined by the screen’s glow. He raked his hand through his hair a few more
countless times, leaving it in a weird-looking bird nest that only frat alphas had on their best day.
His finger hovered an inch above the mouse, the click trapped in the tense silence of the room. The
air hung heavy, thick with the hum of the CPU and the sordid rhythm of his own heartbeat.

There it was. Shining in a golden tray.

Jungkook watched as he clicked the registered words in the email. Fucking amateur. It was clear as
day that this was a silly burner account. The strategy was supposed to protect his identity, yet it had
been so poorly executed there was no doubt Jungkook would nab that IP address in a snap. A slow,
almost cruel smile played on the snake predator’s lips. Whoever was behind this email — his
pushover friend, most likely — was about to meet the end of their peaceful days.

The amount of hours it had taken him was going to cost him an awful morning. It had been a
crappy night yesterday, and the next day would not be any better. As much as he hated not being in
his best state, Jungkook didn’t give a damn. He was too busy revelling in his latest triumph. His
greed was already munching on the prize just found. He only needed the confirmation that this was
Taehyung’s email, which was easy since the IP address would snitch on him at the first try. But the
proof of him sending it to his brother complicated the issue. An attempt to break into Namjoon’s
highly secured computer was not a plausible choice. The man was so careful with his digital
security that he wouldn’t even leave his virtual door ajar for a moment, especially with a snake
lurking outside. He wasn’t as dumb as Taehyung. If he had received anything, all the signs would
lead to anywhere but him or his surroundings.
Jungkook tilted his head. His eyes, though, remained glued to the screen, dissecting the burner
email account displayed there. Taehyung could’ve just handed these documents over, but they
hardly ever met, and the young alpha was always rotting at college. If he couldn’t dig up anything
in Taehyung’s computer, well, there was the plan B of taking things a step further. Get a little more
shameless.

A raspy sigh left his lips, and the alpha closed the laptop. The small click was short and soft. He
flipped the device next to the couch and rose to his feet. The familiar colours seeping into his room
marked the approach of the dawn. The windows were open, hidden behind the curtains, dancing to
the soft wind’s mercy.

His gaze, however, settled on the imposing brick structure that stood in front of the alpha dorms.
The one window opposite his own held his unwavering attention. He strode across the room, his
shoulders tightened with frustration. Jungkook reached the desk beneath the open window and
rested his arms on the cool, polished surface. His hips pressed on the border of the table as his back
arched over the scattered papers covered in his neat handwriting.

It didn't take him much to recreate the memory of Jimin’s blond head peeking over the edge at the
other side. He had acted oblivious when he first discovered Jimin’s location, preferring to let the
omega breathe for once. But, as he looked at the empty room, his thoughts darkened with
uncertainty.

Now he wasn’t sure of what he was even doing anymore.

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Hoseok snatched the sweater from the chair. Under the folded layers of colours hid a T-shirt
that laid over a pair of ripped jeans. His sneakers awaited him on the floor, freshly bought. They
had that pure white tone, the virginity of a shoe that had yet to touch the pavement.

He winced as he pulled on the fabric. Moving was still a struggle. His actions were less rusty these
last days, but his body held a tremor as if the wounds were fresh from yesterday. After wrestling
into the jeans, he tugged the hoodie down his waist. “You know we don’t have to see each other
every day, right?” he said, turning to the man observing him with disdain. The alpha’s silver hair
shimmered like a veil of moonlight whenever light reached it. His focus seconds ago glued to the
screen, now scanned Hoseok from head to toe to then greet his defiant gaze.

“…” Yoongi didn’t spare a single word.

“We can just text. I gave you my number, didn’t I?”

“Anything digital is easy bait for him,” he stated, once again refusing to give in to any suggestions
from the beta. His unnerving voice wasn’t that strange to Hoseok’s ears anymore. He was friendly,
to a certain extent. “I’m already risking a lot by coming here.”
“He won’t be snooping around your phone, man,” the beta sighed, weary from having the same
conversation about the same guy. He needed action, yet Yoongi was still probing for information.

That damn video. Hoseok’d spoke about it once, just a few days ago. Ever since then, Yoongi had
been acting like he’d hit the jackpot. He hadn’t been able to remember that so-important detail until
now. And Hoseok knew exactly why. Because Jungkook had mentioned it at the very end.

The flash of the light recording him as he took blow after blow until losing consciousness was a
memory he had buried in his mind. Each glance toward into that part of the past reopened a wound
in his head. A wound that twisted, resurrecting every sore nerve, every bruise to his pride, and all
because of what? Because of Jimin?

His heart blackened with rage. Thinking about Jungkook infuriated him so much that when he
spoke with Jimin, his impatience at seeing their relationship shattered ruled him to such an extent
that he no longer felt like himself.

“So, what’s your plan now? You said you had a plan and I’m still waiting,” he said with anger,
more because of this suffocating place than anything else. He couldn’t wait to get out of that
hospital hole and return to his normal life. The beta couldn’t stand seeing the white walls
surrounding him like a drop of coffee drying in a porcelain cup.

Age etched faint lines on the alpha’s face, though unable to break the illusion of youth when he was
smiling. The suit clinging to his form had become another monotonous component in this room, a
constant in Hoseok’s groggy mornings. He’d grown accustomed to anticipating that colour in the
corner, which only brought a bad taste in his mouth. The chilling thought of Yoongi counting his
breaths during sleep sent shivers down his spine. Everything about him — his very appearance, his
relentless pursuit of Jungkook’s ruin — filled Hoseok with a bone-deep terror.
“You’re going to help by just coming back to school,” Yoongi told him. School again. Hoseok
rolled his eyes. The man couldn’t stop treating him like a kid. “I’ll do the rest.”

“This entire plan relies on that video existing,” Hoseok remarked, adjusting his backpack over his
shoulder. “It’s probably deleted. Maybe it never even happened. I told you I wasn’t sure he
recorded me.”

“He did. Public recording implies a purpose. Jungkook needed proof of their cruelty. See it as a
weapon for revenge.”

“Like with Jin?” Hoseok prompted, having watched the horrible news regarding that and
witnessing the horrible consequences through Jimin. Sometimes, the recent news replayed in his
mind. He couldn’t fathom what Jin was enduring.

“That should be enough of an answer,” Yoongi said. “You recognised every alpha that joined
Jungkook that night in the video.” True. He could only remember a few, which wasn’t enough, but
seeing them again had brought every face back to the back of his mind. “There’s no way they
wouldn’t record a moment like that.”

“I’m not so sure about this anymore.” Hoseok scratched his neck. His feet refused to move from the
room at the thought of going back to that university. The hateful glances, the crushing indifference
of every student passing by his side. They were all accomplices. Money oozed from those students,
making him look broke even though he wasn’t. But the stubborn determination had time ago
bloomed in his chest. It was too late to back off. “But I’d rather go through it again to get Jimin out
of that shithole.”
“It’s impressive how much you care about him,” he stated, approaching Hoseok with a measured
stride. While their height differential was minimal, Hoseok couldn’t shake the feeling of being
swallowed by Yoongi’s imposing presence.

“I can’t lose him,” Hoseok muttered, lowering his gaze to the hospital floor he hated so much. It
hurt to say those words when the first thing coming to his mind was that grounding sensation
chewing his thoughts when he wondered why he was still stuck in this situation, convincing his
parents to stay in the wolf’s den, clinging to the hand of his now distant friend, talking to a man
who had walked in one day with a proposal that a rotten part of him had jumped to accept.
Vengeance had taken over his intentions. And the lines had become so blurred Hoseok wasn’t
confident he was stepping on hard wood anymore.

Yoongi grabbed on his shoulder, not letting go until he slightly squeezed the beta’s flesh between
his fingers. Comforting, somehow. Hoseok met his gaze and pursed his lips, not knowing what to
say about the sudden closeness.

“You will get your revenge,” the man assured him, “And I will make it so sweet, just for you.”

─────── ·ⅩⅩⅢ· ───────

“Let him in.”

The servant nodded. His feet shifted from his spot at the corner of the alpha’s desk and approached
the bodyguard positioned at the main door, advancing as discretely as a feather. The man gave him
a curt nod and the garage doors swung open to let the black car in.

The headlights of the car seeped through the darkness of the building. Jungkook closed the door
after parking in the centre of the enclosed space. Silence hung heavy in the expansive garage, the
echo of the slammed door bouncing against the metallic surface of the many dormant engines
parked in rows. Namjoon was an avid collector of nonsense like this: a nerd when it came to classic
vehicles that only served to emphasise he was just a filthy old man.

Jungkook took in his surroundings, his gaze lingering on the lone guard standing. The first thing to
greet him was her hard muscles blocking his sight. She was pretty much mute, not a sound coming
out of her body except her breathing, something Jungkook’s ears had picked on the second he got
out of the car. “What’s this fuckery?” He dryly laughed. His entrance was quickly unblocked when
the beta recognised the snake hybrid’s identity. She moved with an urgent step aside. The alpha
disregarded her with a pat on the shoulder and a dismissive scoff before leaving. He sank his hands
in the pockets of his pants and kept walking.

This was new. This level of paranoia wasn’t part of what he had expected. It spoke volumes about
his suspicion.

Once done with the parking lot sightseeing tour, he hummed with disdain and stepped into the
elevator. He gave Namjoon’s latest car acquisition a bored look before the moving metal box
closed. Seconds later, the lift doors hissed open, revealing a vast, brightly illuminated corridor.
The house was devoid of warmth, and the only sound living in it was the repetitive click of his
heels on the polished floor. At the end, a single imposing man stood at the thick door that led to
Namjoon’s office; a tall guy with foreign features. “Ah, my bad,” Jungkook rasped when he
tripped, and reached out instinctively, his hand brushing against the other guy’s arm.

The touch barely lasted a second, yet hit cold into the beta. Jungkook felt the coiled tension beneath
the guy’s skin through the fabric of the shoddy suit. Unlike the impassive woman at the entryway,
this one reacted with a flicker of something in his eyes, a spark of suppressed violence that almost
provoked him to reach for the gun hidden under his jacket. The alpha let go of the man with an
effortless smile. His steps continued to click down all the way to the older alpha’s desk, the sound
increasing crisper to the man’s ears until the image of the human snake materialised in front of him.

Namjoon looked up, apathetic. “Shouldn’t you be at school, little boy?” Jungkook shrugged, taking
a seat as the door closed behind him.

The minimalist clock in the corner marked one in the afternoon. The office looked like a clinic
waiting room, with the sun filtering through clouds that seemed burdened by yesterday’s rain.
Jungkook laid his back further, eyes scanning the space as if he had never been there before. A
candid breeze caressed the room, fresh yet cold enough to make the naked skin shiver. “Is there a
reason for all this additional security?” He prompted, spreading his legs on the comfort of the
couch.

Namjoon, hunched over his computer like he was glued to it, refused to grant him any attention.
His fingers flew across the keyboard in a frantic dance that didn’t match the sweaty moisture
forming over his skin or the yeah, whatever shrug he threw Jungkook’s way. “More power, more
enemies, you know how this goes,” he muttered.

A bead of sweat broke down his hairline, betraying his collected behaviour. He wiped it away with
a jerky flick of his wrist and Jungkook pursed his lips, trapping the chuckle scratching his vocal
cords. “Sweet,” he said, stretching the word out. “Who’d you tick off this time, huh?”
The alpha didn’t look at him. He could feel those black, unnerving dots watching him from the
other side of the room. What did he want? He kept wondering. Jungkook was making him weirded
out and he knew how bad that was affecting him. The fucker’s senses were as sharp as the tip of a
knife and he could, with good enough effort, pick up scents days old with just a single sniff. It
didn’t help that Jeon had never imprinted on him; he was sure the snake alpha could see every
thought crossing his mind just by watching his composure crack from so much overthinking.

“I have no time for you today,” Namjoon gritted out, his voice a touch rougher than he intended
“What is it this time, coming all the way here?”

“Mmm,” He was planted there like a predator sizing up its prey, at complete ease. One leg casually
crossed over the other, accompanying a slow rhythmic tap of his index finger. “Just checking on
you.”

Namjoon gave him a flat stare. “I’m not a fucking omega. What do you want?” The thought of
every twitch of restlessness revealing in his behaviour was screwing up his cool facade.

He didn’t even bother looking up, just kept his dark eyes fixed on some invisible point in the
distance. “Ah, now that you mention it.” He suddenly stood up, “How’s your omega?”

“Fine.” The answer floated in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.

“Still getting passed around?” Jungkook guessed.

The burn of shame hit Namjoon like a slap. He forced himself to meet Jungkook’s gaze. “Of
course,” he spat, reply laced with bitterness. “It’s what he deserves.”

“Archaic, but works in business,” the younger alpha mumbled, completely focused on Namjoon’s
gestures. The unwavering scrutiny was unnerving, like being dissected by a scalpel. The man
wished he’d just keep staring at some blind spot in the room instead. “Alphas think with their dicks.
A whimpering omega cock-warming them and suddenly they are all ears to your little
propositions.” The words dripped with Yoongi’s voice. The fucker surely sounded like him. He
could perceive Jeon sizing him up, ready to strike. Namjoon exhaled. Being surrounded by snakes
was only bringing him misery. “When’s the next gathering?” Jungkook continued, “I’ll tag along.”

He watched him, more stunned than offended that the snake predator was interested in his omega.
“You fucked him too?”

Jungkook burst out laughing. “Please,” he chirped, his voice laced with condescension, “My taste is
far too refined to entertain someone like your omega.”

There was a heavy pause as Namjoon contemplated his response. Jungkook’s disgust for Jin was
somehow a good sign. “It’s just the usual gathering,” he finally said, skipping mentioning the main
character of those gatherings —how his omega was a dead weight passed around.

“I’ve never slept with him, and he’s quite popular at the university, so,” Jungkook remarked, “I’m
curious.”

“So you knew this whole time.” It wasn’t surprising.

“What, did you expect me to come running to tell you?” Jungkook retorted, “The lackey here is
Taehyung, not me.”

Namjoon pondered on the comment, analyzing the meaningless words between his two furrowed
dark eyebrows. “Saturday night. At my golf villa.”

“Good choice,” Jungkook whispered, “My presence there will do you good. Should I bring
Taehyung too?”

Namjoon’s response was swift and firm, cutting off any possibility of agreement. “No.”

Jungkook’s demeanour shifted, now relaxed. “Not that I could, even if I wanted to. He’s been
ignoring my messages,” he pointed out, but there was an underlying edge to his tone.

“Skipping class now, huh?” Namjoon asked, suspicion creeping into his comment. He couldn’t
brush off this strange feeling of bareness after agreeing to let the snake predator join the party.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Jungkook arched a dark eyebrow. “Haven’t seen him around lately, so I
figured I’d ask you.”

“I’m not his babysitter. How would I know?” Namjoon replied tersely, his patience wearing thin.
“And here I thought you shipped him off to some reform school out of the blue.”

“I would’ve if I could—”

“But you can. It simply doesn’t benefit you to have him that far. You know, since he’s your
confidant,” Jungkook sighed, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. “How else would you get
information from the university?” Namjoon’s blood ran cold.

His fingers, which had been suspended over the keyboard, froze mid-air. A beat of silence
stretched, thick and suffocating, before he forced himself to look up. “What’s that supposed to
mean?” He knew that expression. Some shit was seething in his brain.

A stack of folders landed on the desk with a jagged slap. They spread open, revealing a
meticulously organized list of student records. It took a single, agonizing minute for Namjoon to
recognize the familiar name staring back at him. An icy turmoil swayed his core. How the…

“The university follows a strict privacy protocol that forbids any leaks of the students’ personal
information,” Jungkook spoke, “You are a direct funding investor so you play at the same
advantage as me. None of that bullshit applies to us. The principal is a fucking loser. Honestly, he’d
gladly suck your dick if you asked him to.”

He couldn’t care less about all the babbling coming off Jungkook’s mouth. His only fear was
hearing that man’s name from his lips. “Invasion of privacy? You’re giving me a significant
advance here,” His voice lacked its usual conviction, betraying the tremor of fear that had settled in
his gut.
“I’m quite confused as to why you didn’t directly contact the director to inquire about Jin. But you
had a useful tool right next to you to check on him. Then it was unnecessary to investigate his
connections with people inside the university. Quite useless if you ask me. The principal would
have been more than happy to give you his room key if you had asked him yourself. Wouldn’t that
have been easier?”

Where was this even coming from? “It’s my omega. This has nothing to do with you.”

“I promise you he’s never been my taste, don’t worry,” Jungkook darkly chuckled. “I’d be more
worried about your dumb brother, and how uselessly he tried to get the files sent through a fake
account to reach you.”

“You should leave if you don’t want me to make you regret this visit.”

“Why are you getting nervous? I’m just wondering,” Leaning forward, he placed his hands flat on
the expanse of burnished wood, shrinking the distance between them to an uncomfortably
insufficient space. “I find it strange how you moved there.”

“Are you that damn bored now that your new fucktoy has been sent away?” Namjoon had to laugh.
Not because he found this funny, but because the mention of that omega was making the alpha’s
scent sour. “This is my affair and doesn’t concern you. Whatever discussions I have with Taehyung
are private matters,” Namjoon snapped, barely louder than a whisper, while Jungkook eyed him
like he was scoring big. He needed to be careful. His anger would only push him off the cliff if he
kept letting himself get swayed by Jungkook’s tempting punchable face.

“Or?”
He couldn’t mess this up, especially now. Jungkook’s unwelcomed presence made the atmosphere
grow denser. “Escort Mr Jeon out,” Namjoon finally stated, his voice frigid and authoritative.
When he spotted Jungkook’s stare at him, he was startled to see the boy encouraging him to make
that move. The guard at the door approached him immediately.

Jungkook sighed, disappointed that this was already ending so fast. As he came closer, the beta felt
a shudder, and his once stoic look shattered. A clogged gasp left his lips as his arm, for some
reason, flared up in a symphony of piercing, excruciating pain. The young guy scrunched to the
floor, his guttural shrieks for surrender ringing off the walls. His hand clawed desperately at his
arm, but the source of the ache remained unseen, a phantom torment. Hearing the painful screams
and crying for it to stop formed a macabre harsh contrast when seeing Jungkook’s calmness. “For
someone that spends that much time around snakes, you keep forgetting your place.” The
underlying tone behind his words was hard to brush off. He didn’t know, right? He had been teasing
about it, but there was no way he could prove he had been around Yoongi. Namjoon’s throat
tightened. Of course not.

Namjoon stayed glued to his seat, regretting his order instantly. He needed to calm down. “What do
you want, Jungkook?” he sucked in air before adding, “This is stupid.”

“Nothing,” he purred, his tone deceptively light. “Just dropping by,” He took a peek at the clock,
“but I have a class to attend. Wouldn’t want to get an earful for skipping school now.” He
straightened the cuffs of his immaculate suit like he wasn’t the reason someone was suffering in
pain at his feet. “See you on Saturday.” Jungkook turned on his heels and strode out of the room,
leaving behind a trail of a rich scent laced with a deadly promise. Namjoon felt like he had just
lost… so fucking easily. The weight of his defeat was unspoken, yet irrefutable.
 ─────── ·ⅩⅩⅢ· ───────

Hoseok scrolled down the list of results popping up on the search engine. Images and links
highlighted in blue flooded the screen. At least now he was aware of what had happened. Jimin
wasn’t answering his phone, and he hadn’t been able to figure out the situation until the last minute
when his mother had come running to nag him about avoiding the omega at all costs.

“Fuck’s sake,” he heard from behind, and his body tensed as if a cold, dead breeze had just paced
around. The phone almost slipped from his grasp when he heard sharp footsteps getting closer. His
eyes shifted hurriedly towards the sudden whiff of perfume drenching the air.

Jungkook walked past him with a stone-cold expression, not even chatting with the people
shielding him. He was surrounded by a group of alphas who trailed behind him like obedient
minions. Their tall figures stood out among the many students crossing the open hall.

The snake predator then slowed down in an instant, coming to an abrupt halt. Next thing the beta
knew, like a scene from a horror movie, his neck twisted towards his sitting stance. Hoseok’s body
froze as the predator, who had been looking straight ahead, shifted towards him in a single motion.
Every blow revived on his skin; every punch digging into his flesh until saliva was spat out of his
lips when their gazes met. His breath shuddered as he gripped the phone so hard his hands
reddened around it. The chatter around the open campus had died down, which only added to
Hoseok’s sensation of being watched. Great. Any plan to maintain a low profile and avoid this
curse of a frat boy was off the list now. He was fully aware of his presence and, of course, that he
was back to the campus.

The surrounding mood crackled, charged with the palpable sense of threat that hovered over their
heads. Hoseok’s heart palpitated so loudly he could hear it echoing in the quietness every student
had induced by keeping their mouths shut around the alpha.

They watched, eyes wide open, glued to the scenario unfolding, waiting for what was about to
happen. Hoseok look like a fucking circus attraction. It felt like the world had narrowed down to
that singular moment, a terrifying encounter that could put him back to the white hospital bed he
was tired of seeing every single day.

“It reeks of trash.” His words were blunt, directed at him. He wasn’t talking about the air. The
predator was addressing Hoseok, and the beta felt like his life had just been shortened to a single
day. Today — today he’d be returning to that shitty hospital bed. “Are you fucking dead?”
Jungkook taunted him again. Before he could back off, the guy was striding straight towards him.
His eyes were wide open, matching with the straight line his lips were painting. His countenance
was unnerving in the most sinister sense of the word. There was something very wrong with the
way he was examining Hoseok. It wasn’t the usual smug smile along with the superiority complex
that had become the signature of his kind. He looked insane. The beta’s muscles tensed, ready to
escape, but something kept him rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze away from the
approaching monster that also starred in his nightmares. As Jungkook drew closer, Hoseok’s heart
hammered against his ribcage, threatening to burst out of his chest. His palms grew clammy, and a
cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His mind was frantic with a thousand awful thoughts, one
after the other. “I said it smells like shit.”

His words pressed against Hoseok’s neck this time. The alpha had his nose into the curve
connecting his shoulder to the rest of his head. It had been a single second and Hoseok could’ve run
away if it hadn’t been for the trauma of seeing the same perpetrator who had tortured him steering
back at him, that pushed the boy to the verge of peeing his pants instead. One moment he was
watching the whole group of alphas look his way, the next Jungkook was grabbing him by the
collar to sniff his jumper.
“Let me go!” Hoseok yelled at the top of his lungs but Jungkook had the sweater neck fisted so
tightly any chance of freedom was flickered away.

The alpha’s towering figure loomed menacingly over him, casting a dark shadow that seemed to
devour Hoseok whole. “Who are you hanging with, to be smelling this bad?” Jungkook’s voice was
barely audible, his jaw clenched as tightly as his knuckles turning white from the pressure of his
grasp.

What the fuck was he on about? Hoseok's mind was spinning, trying to make sense of the situation.
“Is destroying Jimin’s life not enough for you? Now you want to hurt me again?” His words were
simply a poor attempt to declare his defiance in the face of danger, yet he was seriously scared his
own tongue would send him to hell instead. “Leave me alone. There’s nothing between you and me
now.”

“Who said we’re over?” Jungkook's gaze bore into him so grimly that it knotted the hybrid's
stomach in fear, falling apart as the snake's cold breath huffed over his suddenly insignificant and
tiny presence. “I need you around to witness how your friend chooses me after everything I’ve
done… to you,” His words were like knives slicing through Hoseok. Why? Why was he so
confident? “That aside, as much as I wish to send you back to the hospital — or even better, the
cemetery where rats like you should be roaming… I’m just wondering,” he lowered his voice to an
octave, scratching Hoseok’s insides with the horrified anticipation of guessing his next move. His
eyes analysed him up and down. “If you’ve dug your own grave or you truly never took a shower
in your fucking life.”

“What do you mean—” and it hit him.

Hoseok gulped. No way.

Shit.
Didn’t Yoongi say he didn’t let his scent out around him? He knew Jungkook didn’t play around
about the other predator so why—

He blinked. Once. Twice. His throat dried before he swallowed his own saliva again.

What if Jungkook had hit the nail on the head? What if he reeked of Yoongi? The mere idea freaked
him out, and a wave of goosebumps tingled all over his dermis. Truth smacked him in the face like
a ton of bricks, and he understood he was in deep shit.

It was one thing to plan his revenge in the safety of the hospital, far from the prying eyes of his
classmates after what had happened. But walking back into the lion’s den that Jungkook had turned
this university into? He was in danger. Hoseok was walking on thin ice, skating too close to the
edge of a precipice. One wrong move, and he could end up six feet under.

And no one would bat an eye.

Before he could form a response, a voice broke through the tension. “Jungkook, we’re gonna be
late…,” someone announced from behind. The alpha clicked his tongue. He didn’t give two fucks
about that.

“Shut up,” he was quick to say, not even looking back at the random alpha to address the order at
him.
Hoseok had no fucking way to confirm if he really smelled like Yoongi. As a beta, he was more
human than animal, with no ability to track scents or own one by himself. So whatever had caught
Jungkook’s attention couldn’t be just anything.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Hoseok firmly retorted, trying his best to keep
his voice as steady as possible. “You’re completely bonkers.” But it was hard — it was hard when
the facade of confidence he attempted to maintain faltered under the pressure of Jungkook’s backlit
figure. There was a chance he was lying to have an excuse to bully him. The older alpha had
promised him to control his scent so he wouldn’t be in danger; so their connection wouldn’t be at
risk. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a nagging doubt worming its way into his
consciousness. Hoseok chose to cling to the man’s words. He had no choice.

“You look quite terrified for someone who doesn’t know, though,” Jungkook uttered, finding the
expression tainting Hoseok’s facial features humorous. “Are you scared I might use you as my
personal ciggy dump again,” he drawled, lowering his timbre so that it could only reach the beta’s
ears, “or that I’ll dig up something you’d rather keep hidden?”

Hoseok’s blood ran cold as the picture of that agonising sensation charred the back of his head like
a branding iron. It was a tormenting memory, with Jungkook’s cruel act still ravaging his sleepless
nights. The mere thought of it made his knees bend in horror, his body jerking from the ghostly
ache that erupted at the reminder… yet here was Jungkook bringing it back as easily as with a
sardonic whisper.

The vivid scene saturated Hoseok’s senses with a nauseating intensity. He could almost taste the
acrid smoke. Feel the excruciating painful steam as the lit cigarette was extinguished inside his
nostrils. It was so easy for that to happen than to not. And that, like the horrible fact that Jungkook
was —probably— bound to win, made Hoseok want to crawl back to the hospital and stay far, far
away from this monster.
 ─────── ·ⅩⅩⅢ· ───────

The tap spat scalding water into the basin. Jungkook hardly noticed how hot it was, his hands
sealed into fists that reflected the fury gathering within him. His eyes flicked over the steamed-up
mirror, revealing nothing except the reflection of his own rage. The water was hot enough to leave
marks. But Jungkook didn’t feel anything. His gaze pierced a hole through the damp wallpaper,
fixed on an invisible spot in the distance.

There was no doubt about it. The stench of a snake was difficult to miss. It was either pleasant to
the lungs or a revolting odour of despair. There, clinging to Hoseok, to the same air Jungkook had
breathed moments before, was the undeniable trace — a snake predator’s signature musk. It was a
scent he knew too well, an essence either capable of luring anyone with beguiling sweetness or
choking them with the pungent tang of sorrow. Just like Eunwoo’s scent, it embodied everything
painful and detrimental in Jungkook’s past. All the bad things in his childhood. All the family’s
misfortunes that Jungkook had to endure one by one. Just breathing a whiff of it made him lose his
wits, and he felt ashamed of how easy it was to imbalance his fort, to make him lash out.

The knot in his stomach tightened with each second. The water kept pounding on the sink. Loud
rattling of students marched back and forth outside. His breath was taking in more air with each
inhale. His jaw ticked. Outside, the world continued in a harmony with oblivious student chattering
and slamming lockers. Each sound irritated his already frantic state.

Min Yoongi was somewhere lurking around, and he had been neglecting that fact the whole time.

If he had tolerated Hoseok before, now the air that the wimp was breathing felt like a personal
insult. Jungkook let out a sour chuckle, hysterical. He couldn’t stand the sight of Yoongi, the sound
of his voice, the very idea that he hadn’t followed Eunwoo to death and instead was roaming
beneath Jungkook’s shoes like some fucking cockroach. Cold rage swept all over the predator and
he slammed the faucet shut.

He was going to burn that beta alive if this paranoia turned out to be true.

The sentence transported him back to reality, and he dragged himself back to his composed self. “I
suppose you must feel proud of your actions.” The dude stood at the door, watching him.

Kai’s voice sounded like some squeaky cartoon shit from kids’ shows. It grated on the wrong nerve
in Jungkook’s brain, making him seethe with a temper he struggled to keep in check these days.

Jungkook pulled out a napkin and slowly dried his hands, keeping his eyes fixed on them. The
pressure of his awaited response pushed the silence a second longer, lingering between Kai’s half-
opened lips amidst his nervous sway. The mere inhale of his chest was already registered in the
mind of the snake predator. He had him pinpointed, like a fly caught in his web.
“I rarely regret them,” he said, darting at him. “Am I supposed to?” He was so furious that,
glancing at the alpha, all he could see was Yoongi laughing at him. Fucking hell. Jungkook needed
to sleep.

“So not only you target him but his friend too?” Kai’s expression hardened, and he clenched his
fist. “Have you even apologised to Jimin? He’s out there being treated like a damn criminal while
you just carry on like nothing!” he snapped at him, still refusing to step closer to the snake predator.
“Leave him alone, asshole. You don’t even feel guilty! You’ve brought nothing but misery to Jimin
—”

So volatile.

“What’s the point of feeling guilty over something I don’t regret? I’d need to have done something
bad in the first place.” Jungkook’s detached tone reverberated in the tiled bathroom, his eyes
meeting his own reflection in the mirror above the sink. “Quit playing this stupid character,” he
added, his voice devoid of emotion. “It makes you look goofy.” Kai’s eyebrows trembled for a
second, his face contorting into a fist of creases as anger emanated from him, heating the circling
air. “But hey, since you’re so worried… why don’t you go and save your precious Jiminie? Go riot
against his parents and give him a better life. I’ll give you the address myself.”

“That’s what you—”

The speed with which he dodged the proposal brought a smirk he couldn’t let show yet. “As I
thought, even if none of this was my fault,” Jungkook interjected, his gaze locking onto the alpha
by the door, “you can’t do a damn thing for him.”

“I spoke to him on the phone,” Kai scraped. “I will save him.”

They talked, though Jungkook couldn’t discern if Jimin had taken the phone back or if his mother
had after their call. But the fact that this thing knew about Jimin’s situation before him sent him
into a spiral. The itch in his chest intensified, searing and stabbing. “And then what? You promised
to save him? Playing the therapist to get your rocks off over this fantasy of yours, huh? That’s
rich,” Jungkook sneered, mocking the intentions that had been clear to no one but him since day
one. “Listen to Minhyuk,” he warned, causing a flinch at the mention of the predator. “Don’t try to
play the big hero. Not everyone will be as forgiving as me when dealing with your pathetic attempt
at bravery,” Jungkook stated, striding towards Kai, who remained rooted to the spot, fixated on the
mention of his friend. The sudden proximity snapped him back to reality, panic flickering in his
eyes as he edged closer to the door, his hand hovering near the knob, only a mere gesture away
from touching it. Jungkook sidestepped in front of him, casting a shadow that loomed over Kai. His
broad shoulders overtook the space over the guy’s toned ones. Even though their bodies didn’t
touch, the ice-cold presence of Jungkook closer seemed to push Kai off balance. “Take it easy,
sweetheart,” he jeered, voice low and raspy, moving closer until he invaded Kai’s personal space.
Their feet were practically touching now, and Jungkook stared down at where they met before
locking eyes with Kai. The lack of distance made him feel the shiver in his subtle breath. The life
emanating from that warmth coming from his mouth was urging the snake predator to cut his
access to oxygen. He imagined slicing his throat open but opted to entertain the idea of ripping the
bitch’s lungs out until he had nothing to hold on to except despair.

“I don’t give a damn anymore,” Kai spat. He struggled to maintain eye contact. “I’ve watched you
ruin everyone’s lives since high school. You need to be stopped, and I know exactly how.”

“So do it,” Jungkook goaded, raising his hands in surrender. “What’s stopping you from throwing
the first punch?” He could read Kai like a book; his emotions were scribbled all over his face. It
wasn’t even that hard when he was biting the inside of his lip, unsure of what to say, but with a
clear idea in his mind. Jungkook knew exactly what he wanted to do. He was still a virgin-like
alpha, after all. “If you were smart, you wouldn’t let Jimin get to your head, wolfie,” Jungkook
taunted. “Have your so-morally-right parents never taught you to understand people’s reactions
around you, at least? Although I’ve always believed there’s some underdevelopment going on with
you,” he scoffed, “Can’t blame them on this one.”

“I’m not like you, asshole. Jimin is my friend, not a tool. And sure as hell he doesn’t see me the
way you see everyone. The rest of us are not insane and emotionally constipated like snakes. I’m
going to help him… I promised him I would,” Kai retorted, his fist poised for action. Jungkook
wanted him to snap. He needed him to snap —just so he could unleash hell on the guy. Just the
thought of cornering Kai and cracking every bone in his face, battering it until it was a bloody mess
made Jungkook shiver with anticipation.
“So? What’s the plan then? It’s been days. I haven’t seen you storming his house yet,” Jungkook
mused, watching Kai with amusement. “Or maybe you’re waiting for me to do the dirty work.
You’ve done that already, remember?”

The memory of that night made him feel humiliated, and it was clear as daylight when he couldn’t
take it anymore and seized Jungkook’s collar, his grip tight on the fabric. “I don’t give a damn what
you think my intentions are. But I’m going to make sure Jimin never comes back to you. You’ve
broken him to the point he doesn’t even sound like himself anymore. He’s never going to be the
same after your sick greediness,” Kai snarled, his canine teeth gleaming.

“He has you, his blue prince in shining armour, to fix him,” Jungkook snickered. “Too bad I’m not
cut from that cloth. I broke him, you say? Then he’s going to stay broken for the rest of his fucking
life,” Jungkook snarled. “There’s a reason I never targeted you. Do you know why? Because I
assumed you had enough sense not to reach for the stars when you never had a shot.” He laid a
hand on Kai’s wrist, applying faint pressure that led the alpha to ease his grip. “Don’t stand in my
way, Kai. I’m getting tired of trying to play nice. It’s the only thing I’m not good at.”

“Motherfucker… do you even like him at all?” Kai’s free hand dropped in the air, his fist
unclenching. “He’s not for you. The fact that he’s always avoided you from the start should’ve been
the first sign. Seems like you also don’t know how to give up when people aren’t into you… At
least I can give him something that isn’t suffering,” he breathed. “I can appreciate him, set him free.
And I know he’ll never see me as a threat.” Jungkook released Kai’s wrist, and his gaze bore into
the alpha’s, one teetering on the edge of lashing out, the other waiting for that moment of
vulnerability to act on his desires. The mark of the snake predator’s fingers remained red on his
skin. He could only hope the snake predator hadn’t gotten the chance to poison his touch.

“Appreciate him?” Jungkook bit his lip, stifling a laugh. “What do you even know about him?
Apart from the fact that he has a nice ass, I mean.”
“You—”

“You met him... what? A few weeks ago, at most?” Jungkook glanced upward, faking the act of
thinking, then back at Kai, now a smirk playing on his lips. “Your conversations probably haven’t
moved past ‘how was your day,’ which only proves you see him as one-dimensional as the porn
you jerk off to.” Kai’s expression was a spectacle. “And here I was, trying my best to be nice to
you. Do you know how hard it is to fight the urge to beat the shit out of someone as weak as you?
You’re so perfect as a target, you have no idea. Even your parents would serve as a nice
entertainment for a good public humiliation. You did the right thing by not bringing them to the
dinner.” Kai snarled louder, his anger boiling by the minute. “All these alphas are just waiting for
me to give them the go and jump at you. And yet,” he titled his voice, darkly amusing now. “You,”
his mint breath mixed against Kai’s. “…You just keep forgetting where you stand… to the point
you think someone like Jimin genuinely likes you.” Kai was delusional if he thought the blond
omega had even the slightest interest in him. Jimin wasn’t the saintly figure he thought he was. He
used people, and Jungkook saw that in how he tip-toed around them. He knew what Kai desired
and still kept him close — just in case. “Don’t worry. You’ll soon wake up,” he added. “Jimin
won’t save you from me when the time comes,” Jungkook assured him. “So don’t get fooled by
him knowing you’re the one that will receive those consequences.” His finger pressed lightly
against the alpha’s chest, nudging him aside. The gesture was small, but Kai moved immediately.
Jungkook drew closer before moving past him, their chests nearly touching as he whispered in
Kai’s ear, “You have no idea the number of ways I’ve fantasised about torturing you. I just need a
good enough excuse.”

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the glass embedded in the door of the alpha's bathroom.
The silhouette of Minhyuk looking at him from the other side of the hallway met his gaze, and he
watched, unfazed, how the man stared at them both. This was it. It marked the crucial step in
removing yet another obstacle. If Minhyuk didn’t want to lose his friend, he had to slap some sense
into this idiot and warn him away from everything Jungkook had threatened him not to touch. Too
bad anyone could lure a dog with a good enough stick.
 ─────── ·ⅩⅩⅢ· ───────

This time, the setting was a dimly lit room. The little light from the corner, a blinking lamp,
provided life to the smoke drifting from their lips. The dense atmosphere blurred with their
colognes. It smelled of alpha as much as it reeked of malice. Silence only stirred with the
movements of their fingers. A deck lay strewn across the table. His focus refused to drift away
from the man on the other side, even though Namjoon pretended to look elsewhere.

He released one last card, saying nothing. A wad of spit pooled under his tongue. He placed the
card with a deliberate tap, then went back to puffing on his cigar.

“Ah, you got me again,” Yoongi chortled, but Namjoon was far from humoured. The snake
predator discarded his cards, releasing them onto the table. His gestures were calculated, strangely
casual with a cunning that couldn’t be palpated but was there.

Namjoon forced a smile. “I didn’t expect you to be the type of player who loses out of
courtesy.” His furrowed brow was etched on his forehead, wrinkles lining the mature skin of his
face.
Yoongi took a swig of his drink. He rested his finger on the rim of the glass, allowing its tip to trace
the perimeter that shaped it. “I’ve lost my charm since Eunwoo,” his gaze wandered to the window.
Outside, the night had settled, giving a glow to the orange neon lights on the terrace. People moved
around, oblivious to the stress unfolding inside. “Casinos only see me as a businessman now, “he
mumbled, his eyes glued to the cityscape, while Namjoon’s mind started to spiral. The faint jazz
music turned into a dull background, humming, punctuated by ringing laughter that seemed to taunt
him. The sound of the horn, the swinging that had turned into the buzz of a fly in his ears — time,
like sand, had slipped from his hands. He felt trapped, like a die constantly rolling, the holes
offering a false sense of control throughout this disaster. “Consider yourself lucky. I’ve always been
a good player.” He added, now attentive to Namjoon.

“How long are we going to play this game?”

The question didn’t make the impact he expected. Yoongi raised his hand, catching the attention of
the waiter in his vibrant white shirt and black vest. “Two Dalmore,” he said, “18.”

“No,” Namjoon cut him off. “Feel free to have one yourself, but that’s enough for me.”

“I’ll get one of my men to drive you home. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you after all these
humiliating defeats.”

He scoffed. Was that supposed to be a compliment? “Dying tonight isn’t part of my plan.”

Yoongi remained silent for a moment. Seconds later, his lips parted. “Two, please.”
Namjoon sighed, the sound lost in the low murmur of conversation and clinking glasses. The
whiskey tasted warm now. His cigar was burning, and he had barely taken any drags from it. His
head was boiling with every little detail around him. The bitter flavour no longer tasted so good.
Deep plush armchairs swallowed them whole, and the only light came from the neon wall
displaying the terrace. It cast a sunny glow on the polished wood panelling and expensive paintings
that adorned the walls. He felt suffocated, while everyone else seemed free.

He waited for the waiter to disappear before speaking again. “I asked you a question.”

“We have plenty of time,” Yoongi rasped and began to collect the cards from the table. “We can
play another game.” As much as Namjoon tried to focus on the game, to see beyond the man across
the table, his mind seemed unable to settle.

He glanced at the corner of the place. The old man sitting on a chair was still playing. Grey suit.
Polished but scuffed chocolate leather shoes tapped a silent rhythm against the worn wooden floor.
The smoke drifting through the room made his image a blurry picture. Only the melody of his
magnificent, calculated gestures and controlled puffs reached the alpha clearly. And it was getting
on his nerves. Jazz was one of those many things he hated. Like milk. Like an unshaved omega.
Like an obnoxiously colourful room — an affront to his senses. Even the thought of a piercing
marring a perfect smile hardened his composure. Jungkook.

“He’s threatening me now,” he muttered, the sound barely audible over the low murmur of the pub.
Long fingers, the only part of Yoongi truly illuminated by the flickering light above their table,
shuffled the deck with practised ease. “He knows.” The same waiter popped up beside them and
carefully placed two fresh glasses with a single, glistening ice cube on each. The heat from the
room instantly began to melt the cubes, the sound of one slipping against the glass a sharp
annoyance only Namjoon seemed to register. “I can’t keep doing this.” Yoongi nodded. He simply
accepted it, as if indulging in a childish complaint. Every alpha seemed oblivious, engrossed in
their own conversations and companions. Their laughs weren’t directed at him, but pretending was
easy, and Namjoon had grown paranoid in the span of a few days. He leaned his weight on the
table, bringing his face closer to the snake predator. “He will discover this anytime soon.”
Yoongi paused, the silver strands of his hair shimmering in the dim light. His face looked serene
when matched with a suit. He almost seemed a gentleman, the heavenly twin of a monster
Namjoon now was sharing drinks with. “He should know,” he said. “Otherwise, this won’t be any
fun.”

“I’m telling you he knows about the documents, and this is your response?” The low hum of jazz
music did little to drown out the roar of Namjoon’s frustration. He slammed his fist against the
worn tabletop. The sound went unnoticed by the rest of the customers. For a moment, he
appreciated the suffocating sound of jazz. “We can’t keep meeting like this.”

Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed to be having a blast. Dude was practically cackling, wiping a
tear from his eye. “You make it sound dirty, Kim.” Amusement flickered in his tone. “But I’ve
taken a liking to you. I like our little fun nights.”

As if he had any choice. “What more do you want from me?”

“You have a purpose in all of this, too.” Which was to leave the first clue. Something Namjoon had
done after being blackmailed like a rat. The humiliation he supposedly had tried to avoid by
helping Min had ended up biting him in the ass, coming his way like an unavoidable cursed
prophecy. Now he carried a role that felt more like a betrayal to Jeon’s company — the very
company Namjoon needed to keep his head above water.

“I’ve done my part,” Namjoon gritted. Being Yoongi’s messenger hadn’t been part of the plan, ever.
He had already confirmed Jungkook’s interest after dropping that comment he knew would trigger
something in him. “My business is on the brink as it is. He’s practically traced my other location
from the emails.”
Yoongi remained unfazed, humming along to the music.

“I need Jungkook to come to me, on his own two feet.” Yoongi hummed at the song playing at the
back. “He’s already got another big issue knocking at his door. I wouldn’t want that to distract him
from the special party I’m preparing just for him.”

Namjoon slumped back, defeated. This wouldn’t do. They were both crazy. A snake just as
unhinged as the other. Yoongi pretended to be in control, but his obsession with Jungkook’s
attention was blinding him to the destruction he was causing. It wasn’t just about some personal
vendetta; this was about Namjoon’s entire company potentially going down the drain. If Jungkook
cut ties, everyone else would follow like sheep. It was hard enough to have maintained such a solid
relationship with Jeon for all these years. He couldn’t trust Yoongi’s words. The man’s need to be
noticed by Jungkook consumed him. But the loss of a big partner that had been a big support for
the company was the last thing Namjoon could afford right now.

“Do you have a buyer yet?”

“There are too many,” Yoongi yawned and continued humming to the song. “The price is escalating
to unexpected levels, so I’m satisfied.” The conversation died for a few seconds. Namjoon scowled.
The alpha’s visit that morning still irked him. Jungkook acting all-knowing, just to confirm his
suspicions. Stupidest trick ever, yet Namjoon had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Like a kid
convinced his nose had vanished.

“Easy for you to say,” he groaned, the frustration bubbling over. “This whole thing’s a mess.”

"Don't stress out."

"Screw this shit."

"If you're worried about the company, then you can give yourself a break from that." The comment
pricked at his attention, and the alpha glanced at Yoongi, who was looking at his cards completely
absorbed in the game while he hadn't even touched his. “No one wants that kid in charge,
pretending to be the big brother he killed." He flicked his wrist, another card landing silently on the
table. "There's a reason why I'm luring him. I not only wish to see his wounded pride and soul
scarred for life after losing the only omega he'll ever like. I'm not so cruel as to separate soulmates,
you know." His fingers pulled at the corner of the card, and carefully, he placed the first card face
up.

Namjoon's breath hitched as he stared at it. All while the weight of Yoongi's words settled in his
gut. The horrifying smile captured a set of white teeth arranged in the same size, accompanied by
the piercing eyes of the joker dressed in his colourful garments, stared back at him.

─────── ·ⅩⅩⅢ· ───────

“Wakey wakey,” Jungkook whistled after bursting the door open. The sound of his heels clacked
into the room.

When the light slipped over his eyes, Taehyung whimpered. “What the…” Feeling exposed, he
covered his face instinctively. “Jungkook?” he prompted at the sight of the alpha’s towering figure
looming over the bed. He didn’t even need to see his face, as he could tell it was him from the
small waist wrapped in a plain, half-open, tight dark blue shirt that was tucked under an opulent
black belt. Everywhere Jungkook went, there was that magnetic scent of freshness and perfume.
“Why the fuck are you here?”

“Are you so desperate that you’re now crashing at other omega’s dorms?” The snake gave a snide
snort. Taehyung pretended to not hear him and rolled back on his side. “Ignoring me?” The alpha
scoffed.

All the sleep and tiredness that still resided in Taehyung’s bones vanished into thin air when
Jungkook’s shoe heel pierced into his back, crashing against his sore muscles with a brutal kick that
made him shriek in pain. “Argh!” he wailed when the guy yanked the sheets from under his body
and, as if there wasn’t a heavy tall man over them, tugged them down along with Taehyung. His
head knocked on the floor, and he seized it at the brink of tears, eyes pressed close as he whined.
“You crazy motherfucke—” Taehyung’s words got trampled when the same shoe that had almost
snapped his back in half stomped on his cheek with such force he felt his jaw about to crack open.
The fat layer that formed his cheek squashed against his inner muscles, painfully shifting under the
predator’s foot. “Hey, hey, hey!” His complaints soon became shrieks for the alpha to stop shoving
so hard, but peeking up at Jungkook, he saw the sinister, callous intent in him. Nothing but pure
satisfaction. “What the fuck is going on—”
“I know we are friends and all, Tae,” Jungkook muttered in a worn-out tone, his voice dripping
with a cruel smugness, “but I’m growing tired of your ungrateful ass.”

“What? What are you even talking about?” It was futile to try to move Jungkook’s leg. The dude
was glued there, hard muscles like stone to the touch.

The shoe sole was lifted off his face, and before he could feel his cheek nerves tingling back to life,
the predator grabbed a handful of his hair, ripping his body off the floor with ruthless force.
Taehyung tried to push him off, but he knew that was a stupid attempt. While he was out there
drinking and fucking around, Jungkook had always had spare time for the gym. The countless big
guys he’d seen Jungkook effortlessly overpower were a clear reminder that he was no match
against him.

In a helpless haze, Taehyung couldn’t muster the strength to resist as the snake predator engulfed
his head in a plastic bag. His mind instantly recognized it — it was the takeout bag from last night’s
meal with the omega. Shit couldn’t get any more pathetic than this.

Jungkook’s rough hands didn’t tremble an inch, expert in his haunting methods with a chilling
precision. It took him less than a second and before Taehyung couldn’t even grasp hold of his next
move, the snake predator gripped the ends of the plastic bag and yanked them tight. The suffocating
material clung to Taehyung’s face, leaving him gagging for air. His gasping mouth moved
desperately in horror. Despite his frantic attempts to hit Jungkook’s chest, his neck— anything
within reach— all he could see through the translucent plastic was the snake predator’s twisted
grin, ecstatic from his suffering.

His fingers battled against the plastic’s suffocating grip, but they were powerless against
Jungkook’s unshakable determination. As the bag stretched around his nose and mouth, Taehyung’s
body raced with dread. He clutched hard at the plastic, his desperate pleas for air growing louder.
“I’m not done investigating,” Jungkook whispered, knowing damn well Taehyung couldn’t focus
on his words. “So start praying I don’t find anything that could put you in a tight spot.” With each
passing moment, panic rooted itself deeper within him, heightening the sensation of suffocation as
Jungkook sealed the bag tighter around his head.

Inside the plastic bag, any noise came through blurred. Just a smash of muffled sounds to his ears.
Jungkook’s grip remained firm, his fingers pressing down mercilessly, restricting his friend’s
oxygen intake. Taehyung’s vision started to fade, black spots flashing at the corners while his lungs
screamed for air. He kicked and resisted, but nothing helped his situation. The world around him
began to wither into darkness, his heart pounding in his chest despite the most important resource
being cut off.

“Don’t faint on me now, Tae,” Jungkook sneered over Taehyung’s covered ear. “I’m just playing
with you.”

“Jungkook!” His struggles grew weaker as his body started to succumb to the lack of oxygen. His
mind raced with thoughts of survival, pleading for release from the suffocating grip of the plastic
bag. But Jungkook showed no signs of letting go, his intention to slowly shut off his friend’s brain
evident in the strict pressure of his hands and that annoying delighted grin painted over his
stretched lips.

“I let you wander too far,” Jungkook said against his cheek, “But I’ll help you make up for your
mistakes, like the good friend I am.”

One split second away from fainting from the lack of oxygen, teetering on the brink of
unconsciousness, the bag slipped off his head. The alpha coughed in horror, so hard each time he
did it scratched his chest with a hot dryness that made his saliva useless. Sucking in a deep, ragged
breath of sweet, life-giving air, he glanced up.
Taehyung’s hand clutched desperately at his chest, feeling his heart pounding against his ribcage as
if it might burst through at any moment. He was confused. So lost he couldn’t find a single
justification for Jungkook’s sudden change of demeanour. Sure, the guy was a fucking psycho and
had some serious anger issues, but his wrath was typically directed at others —someone weaker,
some random target— not at his own fucking friend.

“Look at you, getting all scared over a little playing.” Jungkook’s voice slipped through his ears,
sandwiched between the rush of adrenaline left over from the near-fatal experience. “I won’t be the
one to make you suffer, for now,” he mumbled beneath his icy breath, a swirl of words Taehyung
couldn’t hear due to the stabbing ache in his lungs. His face was bright red. There was a faint
flushed mark on his neck.

Sweat trickled over his temple. “You’re crazy…” Taehyung muttered in repeated chants as he
inhaled and exhaled forcefully. No matter how much air he sucked in there was a sore feeling of
choking that only fed his growing anxiety.

Jungkook’s knees stretched in front of him and he watched as the man stood back on his feet. He
stared down at him. “Get up, you’re coming with me.”

“…what?” He could barely speak. His throat hurt.

Taehyung seemed lost and startled. Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh at the pathetic image sitting at
his feet, like a wounded dog. “You don’t ask, Tae. You listen and do as I say,” he softly told him. “I
have a lovely surprise for you. So get ready.”
He moved away from the alpha so the guy could stand up. However, Taehyung’s legs had lost any
strength left in them after the terrifying experience he had just been put through. The sheets were
crumbled next to him, lying beside his sitting trembling frame. As a confused Taehyung watched
horrified, Jungkook wandered around the dorm room, digging between the stranger’s belongings.
“Y-you just threw me to the ground after you… What… Why are you even…?”

“Oh, I know this one,” Jungkook murmured, his tone laced with amusement as he examined the
picture he had just discovered in the omega’s drawer. It appeared to be a random polaroid lying
among others. “He has a nice ass but can’t do much with it,” the alpha remarked, his attention fixed
on the photo. “The friend is better. Have you fucked her yet? She used to be in the same class as us.
Sucked me off behind the sports building before that match we had against that foreign team,” he
reminisced with a chuckle. “A good luck blowjob.” Taehyung remained mute, his mind swirling in
disbelief. “And of course, I won,” Jungkook added casually, casting a glance at the still-shocked
Taehyung, who was visibly sweating, his mouth agape, his chest heaving rapidly. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s… wrong…?” Taehyung’s lips twitched in anger. But Jungkook seemed completely
oblivious to what just happened. As if he hadn’t just attempted a cruel murder. “W-what’s…
wrong… you say?” he repeated in horror. “You just tried to kill me, you lunatic son of a bitch!”

Jungkook sighed, dropping the act, the curve on his lips fading as he threw the picture back into the
drawer. “Get over it,” he said and glanced at the silver watch on his wrist. “We need to leave. I’ll
wait for you outside.” Before crossing the door, he took a step back. “And take a shower. You smell
like slick and shit.”

“Stop, stop!” Taehyung screamed at him, “What the fuck was that about!? Why did you hit me —
no, c-choke me, dude!? You almost killed me there!”

Jungkook’s head snapped towards him, and his unnerving attention bore into Taehyung, paralysing
him on the spot. The light slipping from the bare space between the curtains over the window’s
glass hit his silhouette, casting a big shadow over the ground that didn’t look human. Or maybe that
was Taehyung’s brain seeing his friend for who he was; the fear warning him to cut ties with him.
To run. To beg for help because Jungkook could easily murder him. Yet when looking at his sharp
features, there was nothing but calmness. Like he hadn’t done anything wrong in his whole life.
“That was a little dry run.” A chilling silence followed those words. Taehyung was speechless.

“What…?” This just didn’t make sense. It had to be some kind of sick joke. Jungkook was good at
those.

What the fuck was wrong with this demented motherfucker?

“A little practice for when your brother beats the shit out of you,” Jungkook added to that, a vicious
smile itching to come out of his lips, “You know, when he discovers you’ve been fucking his
omega.”

As his friend’s lips finally broke upwards, the other alpha felt a cold drop of sweat race down his
spine. Colour drained from his face. His cheeks grew pale as his lips turned into an open gap.
Jungkook’s sneer was a bright red warning, an alarm going off around him. He was enjoying his
shitty situation but there was a part of him that preferred to believe Jungkook would never reveal
everything to his brother.

But as much as Taehyung trusted the guy, he knew he was nothing but a circus monkey to
Jungkook.

Like every person around him.

 ─────── ·ⅩⅩⅢ· ───────

The door creaked open and Namjoon’s thunderous expression upon welcoming them was a poem.
His eyes were so wide open one would’ve thought he had seen the reaper looking for his address.
His attention was momentarily empty, the surprise at seeing his little brother still loading into his
brain. Soon enough, his face grew red with sparking irritation as he clutched the doorknob with
enough force to make it groan. “I must be out of my mind.” The air crackled with hostility after his
so-warm receiving.

Jungkook tilted his head. “Are you?” He could feel Taehyung’s dread from behind, imploring him
to shut his mouth.

The question bounced back harshly. A tic flickered in Namjoon’s face. “What. Are. You. Doing.
Here?” he hissed at his little brother, each word a barely contained gnarl. It wasn’t a question. It
was a threat. He didn’t even open the door fully. His nostrils flared wider each running second that
Taehyung didn’t reply.

“Now, don’t be so mean to a guest.” Jungkook’s hand reached for Taehyung’s shoulder. “I had to
turn down Minhyuk after I promised him a sweet time here.” His gaze darted to Taehyung,
lingering there before shifting back to the older alpha. “Since he was so excited, I couldn’t tell him
no. Right, Tae?” Jungkook knew, with sickening certainty, that his friend wouldn’t dare contradict
him. It was either being a good puppy or he’d give him a taste of the horror he had reserved for
Kai.

The predator’s gaze remained on Taehyung for a beat too long, a silent intimidation veiled in a
mischievous smile. The guy quickly pulled his gaze down. “Y-Yes—”

“Go home.” The alpha wrenched the knob with every intention of shutting the entrance in their
faces.

The thud of the lock never came. Namjoon glanced down, fired up by the invasion. Jungkook’s
shoe slid firmly between the door and the frame. His scent seeped into the house, already making
his arrival a statement. “That’s not a way to treat a guest of such importance.”

A vein throbbing in his temple. “He’s not getting inside.”

Jungkook sighed. He aimlessly removed his hand from Taehyung’s shoulder and reached for the
edge of the door. “Now, now, Namjoon,” he drawled, not giving up, “what’s a little brotherly
bonding? Especially for the public image.”
“Like you have any room to talk about brotherly bonds,” Namjoon bitterly spat, and yanked the
door closer in an attempt to squeeze Jungkook’s shoe. “Quite hypocritical for a snake.”

“You’re right.” Jungkook conceded. “That’s why our style is sharing omegas.” A flicker of
something dark passed through Namjoon’s eyes; still, they remained hard on Jungkook’s face.
However, the snake predator now could peek a trace of doubt. His fingers pulled open the door ajar,
and he pushed his face in between, bringing his breath just an inch close to Namjoon’s. “It’s how
we prove a point.”

“I have nothing to prove.”

“Is that doubt I see in your eyes?” Jungkook peeked. He knew. He could tell Namjoon was on
edge.There was a secret choking him in the spot and despite how controlled his facial gestures
were, he was pulsing with nervousness at the thought of Jungkook inching a little bit closer.

Namjoon was most likely paranoid that he could read his mind now. It was obvious by the way he
wasn’t harsh enough on Jungkook like his usual self. “He’s not going in—

“Are you growing feelings for that thing now?” Jungkook pinched right where he knew he’d
receive a reaction. “It’s an omega. One that has been laughing at your face all this time.” Pulling on
the hatred for Jin was the perfect addition to his uncertainty. He whispered over his face, only the
door separating them. “Although that whore won’t be the last one to do that if you keep showing
such a soft heart over a silly thing.”

Namjoon’s attention flickered to Taehyung. He couldn’t hear them but he looked visibly
uncomfortable. His eyes dodged his brother’s and he gulped. Jungkook was thankful that the idiot
was an open book. Could’ve not been at fault and still would’ve shown signs of being involved in a
crime.
“He’s not fucking Jin.”

“Oh you call him by his name, even?” Jungkook chuckled. “Didn’t take you for such a benevolent
alpha.”

“He’s not fucking him,” Namjoon growled again.

“He won’t.” Jungkook glanced back at a very confused Taehyung who looked relieved for a
moment, thinking they were getting sent back to the dorms. “No touching, I promise.”

*
The spacious hallway unfolded before them in an eerie tunnel of beige marble. Polished chrome
chandeliers surrounding the walls cast an unnaturally golden illumination, making Jungkook
wrinkle his nose in disapproval. It was awful to look at. Namjoon couldn’t possibly come up with
this garbage of a design himself. “What were you fucking thinking!?” Namjoon shoved the alpha
against the wall. Jungkook allowed the contact, his body yielding to the force pressing him against
the surface. His expression was blank.

The man had not anticipated his arrival in the first place. He didn’t want Jungkook wandering his
territory after his last visit, where he had proved to not trust Kim at all. But a promise was a
promise. He couldn’t grasp the snake predator’s behaviour, but he couldn’t say no when Jungkook
had him by the balls. He didn’t even know why he was on edge. Nothing was making sense to him,
which was ideal. That was precisely how he needed him. Panicked, confused, and not sure where
Jungkook would pop up from next.

Muffled husky voices leaked from the other side of the hallway. The walls did little to mask the
scent of sex. It reeked of omega slick and expensive cum. This shit was a fucking joke. Calling him
a try-hard fell short to what he was. There were different levels of cruelty, and soon enough,
Namjoon was breaking records for the biggest and dumbest motherfucker.

A sigh escaped Jungkook’s lips, almost imperceptible. “I didn’t expect you to get this worked up
over your brother being here,” he said, averting his gaze from the imposing figure towering over
his shadow. He despised the touch of a stranger, especially an omega that wasn’t Jimin. But an
alpha’s one always pushed all his wrong buttons. The attempt to shift the power dynamic, to assert
dominance over Jungkook, only added fuel to his rage. However, this time, he could endure this
much.
“I told you to keep him out of this!” Namjoon roared, his voice clogged from the alcohol. Of
course, Jungkook had arrived horribly late. The man was on edge, and he needed him a little more
intoxicated. He was too paranoid after Jungkook’s visit. “Always pushing people's limits with your
bullshit.” The white knuckles of his fist threatened to tear the expensive fabric of Jungkook’s shirt.
The snake predator reached out and placed a hand, cool and deliberate, on Namjoon’s fist. It was a
fleeting touch, but the revulsion that flared across his face was reward enough. Jungkook could
never get tired of how people reacted, driven by their own fear. “Don’t try to manipulate me.” He
slapped Jungkook’s touch away.

Jin’s cries reached every corner of the house. Namjoon didn’t react, too occupied by the bright red
threat in front of him. And so, they pretended the slap of skin with skin wasn’t there. “I’m not
going to poison you,” the alpha guaranteed him. “I’m not your enemy, you know.”

“It damn well feels like it.”

“Why do you say that?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, arms shifting to cross over his chest. “You’re
just projecting your own hatred.” He had always been the kind of alpha who didn’t run the other
way against Jungkook’s behaviour. In fact, rare was the time the young alpha wasn’t the one being
teased. “You know, I’m actually doing you a favour here.”

“I told you not to bring him here,” Namjoon repeated. “Is that your idea of a favour? Disobeying
my orders? You dig into my personal information and now this?”

“I felt bad,” Jungkook mused, raising an eyebrow, his voice devoid of warmth. “I went snooping
around but ended up finding nothing. I must admit that.” Shit. He wasn’t buying it but Jungkook
couldn’t even find it a problem. Finding funny a grown man like Namjoon confused hadn’t been in
his plans. “I think this will do you good. To keep him on a leash.” Jungkook threw his head down,
looking at his own shoes distractedly. “He doesn’t respect you…” As his words left his lips, the
alpha halted any movement. “But then again, I doubt that’s news to you.”
Namjoon’s body slightly moved, shifting his weight to the other foot. He was so fucking buzzed.
“He has no reason to think he’s anywhere above me.” Jungkook could practically see the tremor in
his hand; the man was on edge. “He has no other choice. He has to respect me.”

“Of course he does. You said it, not me.” Jungkook conceded, “As the alpha who is holding his
omega hostage, he would’t dare to disrespect you.” Not like Taehyung had the balls for that,
anyway. “He cares too much about his omega’s safety and well-being. It plays in his best interest to
comply with your orders. if not, he risks losing his life.” He let that hang there. The seed of doubt
was now planted. And he wouldn’t wonder why Jungkook was telling him only now. “Don’t you
know the less power someone has, the greedier they get for things they will never have? All that
time he was watching over Jin when you weren’t around,” Jungkook whispered.

“What?” The fact that he was even surprised was just straight-up a joke. “What are you talking
about?”

“Why do you think Jin was sleeping around and you never got a whiff of that?” Jungkook tapped
his heels against the wall in a sway. He let his back fall against the surface and observed him,
showing a hint of seriousness in his expression. He couldn’t be too obvious; that didn’t match with
his personality. “I brought him against his will. He was babbling nonstop about how lucky I was
that I’d fuck Namjoon’s omega.”

“And you let him come,” Namjoon scoffed. “You—

“You know, I hate getting into family affairs but..." He could hear the man’s curiosity begging him
for more. "He would always mention that he’d love stealing his brother’s omega. That you're too
old to give him what he needs.” The hallway seemed to shrink as the quietness crackled with
tension. Namjoon froze, his entire body locked in stunned silence. His eyes, wide, stared at
Jungkook as if trying to decipher a cryptic message. The carefully constructed facade of anger had
crumbled, replaced by a mixture of shock and something else the snake predator needed…
vulnerability. “Let’s cut to the chase, mm?” Jungkook savoured the sight.“His increasing distance
from you isn’t a coincidence. He blames you for taking Jin away. Do you also need me to explain
why he fell for Jin in the first place?” Namjoon’s face crumbled so fast. He couldn’t breathe. There
it was. His anger taking over his thoughts. The alcohol had only served to fasten the process. “He
sees you as an obstacle between Jin and him.” Every carefully chosen word was a calculated blow,
each sentence aimed at a specific pressure point. Jungkook could hear the crackle of the fire
burning his nerves to a crisp. “He’s getting annoying even to me now,” he sighed, propelling his
weight off the wall. A whiff of sympathy would switch off Namjoon’s defences around him for
some time. He was giving him good information, after all. “If he’s being fake with his own brother,
then who knows when he might betray me too?”

“That useless bitch…” Namjoon finally managed to croak, his voice hoarse. “That dumb excuse of
an alpha…”

Jungkook took a step closer into his space. “Listen to me,” he mumbled, holding the man’s gaze.
“You don’t need to do anything to him now. If he finds out I’ve said something to you he won’t
trust me again, and I can’t afford that being who I am. You need to play the big brother you’ve
always been. Nothing else.”

“You want me to just sit and watch him laugh in my face?”

“Nah,” Jungkook softly shook his head. “You will use this chance to prove you are the head of this
family for a reason,” he whispered with an edge of malice that brought a smile to Namjoon’s lips.
“Use his feelings against him,” he said, “and make him remember who has the control in this
family.”
 ─────── ·ⅩⅩⅢ· ───────

His eyes, raw and red-rimmed from sleep deprivation, cracked open. Jimin’s head ached. Each
blink caused a new spike of pain across his temples. The pillow engulfed him completely as if
refusing to let him go. Its fluffy texture appeared to greedily absorb every curve of his body,
including his energy, pulling him down.

Thud thud thud.

“Master!”

The voices rumbling the silence that had pervaded his room dissolved as they reached his ears.
Jimin swallowed hard. His dry mouth cracked, seeking gulps of air. Each ragged breath felt like
sandpaper scraping his dry throat. His lips were so parched, the skin peeling in thin flakes that
he couldn’t resist picking at, a futile attempt to distract himself from the gnawing emptiness in his
stomach.

“Master, you need to come down!”

What time was it? His room was always dark. He’d closed the blinds days before, hoping to soak
his emotions in the pitch-blackness he’d created. Maybe if he shut out the world, the
loneliness wouldn’t be so tough and burdensome. He could pretend he wasn’t alone, that in
reality, everyone was in the same eternal darkness to which he had conditioned himself.

The continuous knocks on the door showed no signs of easing down. The loud thudding sounds
resonated across the room, shaking the wood with each firm hit granted by the butler’s fist. The
voices on the other side of the door grew impatient with each passing second, pleading his name
with increasing volume and urgency. Knocks persisted, and each one felt like it scraped another
layer of paint off his already flaking sanity.

Jimin pushed himself upright, the effort leaving him breathless. He straightened up, leaving the
arms of the inviting warmth of his bed. The soft duvet seemed reluctant to let him go, urging him
back into its suffocating embrace. He didn’t want to let go, either. A part of him wanted to
surrender, to sink back into the familiar depressing state of mind.

There came a point where feeling miserable became addictive.

The first attempt to get up and he was already wincing thanks to the strong dizziness washing over
his vision. His migraine throbbed as gravity settled over his body. The hot air seemed to press
against him, mingling with his own scent, making each breath a struggle. It felt like the world was
closing in on him.
The pounding on the door continued, relentless and insistent. Jimin hesitated. He had no idea what
he had done wrong this time. Did they think he was dead? He slowly pulled himself out of bed, his
limbs heavy with exhaustion and unwillingness. His exposed flesh seemed damp to the touch.
Sweat covered him from head to toe. The moisture between his legs made a squelching sound when
he took a step forward.

His voice felt stuck, choked by days of silence, thirst, and hunger.

He barely registered the digging of his nails into his skin, the ragged edges a mere hair's breadth
from tearing flesh. His raw palms rested on the burning heat radiating from his bare thighs.

"Master… please come out."

Jimin's gaze flicked towards the door, the only source of light in his dark cave. He avoided his
reflection, unable to bear the sight of his swollen eyes and burning lips.

It smelled like blueberry in every corner of the room. His nose had already adapted to the smell.
Ignoring the sticky residue on the sheets, he heaved himself up and grabbed a discarded shirt. With
so much built-up anger, he had ripped the clothes off the floor and thrown them everywhere. It
didn't matter which one. His appearance had hit rock bottom anyway.

Shame engulfed him, even in solitude. Shame for the relentless slick between his legs, a constant
reminder of his omega nature. It mingled with the desperate longing for warmth, for a touch to
soothe the ache within. He was used to his body betraying him at every turn.
He didn’t bother to take a shower. His heat had come crashing along with the discovery he still
couldn’t fathom. He couldn’t hide the upcoming unpleasant news any longer. Knowing it wasn’t a
pregnancy was reassuring, at least.

The disgusting sweet smell was starting to become an annoyance. Jimin brought his fingers to his
nose. He had been fingering himself for so long he had lost track of time. Hours and hours. The
omega had made a mess of the pillow. He had knelt in his intimacy, under the sheets, and had bitten
his lips raw imagining himself in different positions as he got fucked.

It was kind of funny, he thought. Even when the world was crumbling at his feet, he was still a
dumb fucking omega.

Footsteps became louder. Someone else approached the door. The doorknob rattled harder. “Master
Jimin,” the butler said. It wasn’t anything new for them to be camping at his door. They kept trying
to make him eat. “Please,” he pleaded. Jimin chuckled dryly. He couldn’t stand listening to their
voices. Not when they all played under his parents’ control. “You have a visit.” The blond young
man placed a hand on the wall, trying to not lose his balance. Had he heard right? “Your visitor…”

Jimin’s head snapped up, a wave of vertigo threatening to tumble him. He braced himself against
the wall, his vision blurring. “A visit?” he rasped, his voice hoarse and small.

“Yes, Master. If you could come down for a bit.”

The audacity. The sheer, infuriating audacity to visit. Outrage erupted within him, filling every
cavity, every crevice of his being. His tired eyes burned, the blueberry scent morphing into a
pungent, acrid cloud. He wouldn’t — he wouldn’t fucking dare. Jimin bit his lip in anger. What the
fuck was he playing now?
The fruity smell suffocated the room, all its power accumulated in one single sentiment pulsing in
the omega’s chest. His vision blurred everything except Jungkook’s face disappearing behind a red
haze. He burned with the strong need to wipe that collected expression off Jungkook’s face, to grab
something heavy and feel the satisfying thud of impact when breaking his jaw. To pour gasoline on
his body and watch him burn.

Jungkook wielded the power, pulling the strings of Jimin’s life from the shadows. He had gone as
far as doing this through his father’s weak point: money. And meanwhile? Leading Jimin down to
the path of shame as he washed his hands from the unnecessary drama. It was fucking infuriating to
the point it made his head hurt. He, who was the push into this madness, the person he loathed with
every inch of his being… he, who Jimin had been just hours ago imagining fucking to release some
tension off this choking heat suffocating his body. He was always at some kind of disadvantage
against Jungkook and the son of a bitch just had to humiliate him some more.

With tears threatening to spill from his eyes, Jimin took a mouthful of air and propelled the door
open with trembling hands. The startled faces of the servants clashed with his own deplorable
appearance, their silent judgment settling as he awkwardly stood there. “Move,” Jimin muttered,
angrily pushing them off his door. He brushed past them, urgency driving him down the stairs.

The picture of Jungkook sitting on the couch, portraying the hero, exacerbated the bunny omega’s
indignation. He couldn’t take the sight of that fucker anymore. He couldn’t even think about his
heroic efforts. Jimin had nothing to be grateful for.It was already bad enough that his mind wasn’t
in sync with his dumb omega soul; Jimin was exhausted, drained to the core.

His bare feet rattled down the stairs; his weight creaked the pale wood they were made of. The
servants flew out of his way, their eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and pity, which did nothing
to calm the searing betrayal in his chest.
He burst into the living room, a ragged gasp escaping his parched lips. He expected the imposing
figure of his father, the man who had ripped the rug out from under his life, to be there. Him and
Jungkook. Jimin needed to see his face to corroborate how much he repudiated him.

Gone was the menacing figure he’d braced himself for. No polished presence, no suit that
swallowed the light. He… wasn’t there. Instead, he was met with the last person he expected to see
there.

“Jimin,” his father spoke from the other side of the room. “Take a sit.”

“You…” Jimin tried to speak after a few beats of uncomfortable silence. His eyes couldn’t believe
it.

A strangled cry clawed its way up to his throat, bile rising as he tried to keep his balance off the
floor.

There, bathed in the harsh afternoon sun streaming through the window, sat the woman who had
been the catalyst for this disaster. Her presence was triggering an uncomfortable uneasiness all over
the omega. Despite his poor attempt to not lose his control, his knees buckled, the polished marble
floor rushing up to meet the rest of his weight.

“I regret the distress and harm I’ve caused you,” she declared with remorse, carefully lowering her
head till bowing at a perfect 90° angle on the couch. “I recognise the gravity of what I did to you
that night, and,” Jimin couldn’t believe what he was witnessing, “…the pain I’ve caused you. I
sincerely apologise. As I spoke with your father, I will make sure to fix your image and prevent an
incident like this from occurring again in the future.”
 ...What?

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