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An unplanned pregnancy amidst a fleeting affair is the final torch in setting aflame the illicit relationship between Taehyung and Seokjin, two lovers from entirely different worlds. At seventeen, Kim Taehyung is the rowdy troublemaker from the wrong side of the tracks who dreamt of the day when he’d leave behind the judgmental town for good. The city holds the best opportunities to escape the stigma and become everything he’s ever hoped to be. To pursue his dreams and make it to the top is all he’s ever wanted, and Taehyung’s driven enough to accomplish anything he wants. Taehyung thought he had everything planned, for nothing would hold him back. That is, until a positive pregnancy test complicates his life further. Now he has to choose between his budding ambitions or the child he never planned to have with the one he said he’d never love. Unexpectedly, Taehyung chooses the child, giving up his hopes and dreams to begin a family with one he fell for in the end. And Seokjin? Well, he decided neither; deciding to save himself the unwanted burden of being tied down to some kid; leaving Taehyung behind as he got out while he still could. Seven years later, Taehyung has gone through hell and is back to become the esteemed icon he is today after having accomplished everything he’d ever wanted. However, Taehyung has become jaded about the prospect of love after being left brokenhearted, to the point where some even deem him cold-hearted. The reappearance of his ex-lover brings about a new want; for one so heartless deserves to be treated as such. And Kim Taehyung? Well, he'll stop at nothing to make Jeon Seokjin suffer. Even if he singlehandedly has to dismantle the perfect little family Seokjin has built with someone other than himself. After all, Kim Taehyung is Heartless.
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H E A R T L E S S
T W O
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The rattling of a clunky two-seater on the verge of a break down sputters along the expanse of a winding road. The interior a setting of commotional enthusiasm and the occupants on the cusp of adulthood are overcome with high spirits. Their mutual aspiration of gracing the big screen finally coming into fruition as the visit to the city proved fruitful. “I can’t believe we both passed the audition. If I hadn’t been forced to carry out detention duties helping you and the rest of the drama nerds out, I probably would’ve never discovered my passion for acting.” Kim Taehyung utters, disbelief present in his tone despite the confirmation that he’d be thoroughly considered for the reoccurring role on a popular sitcom as contemplates all the turns that lead him to this moment. “It’s insane, I feel like everything I ever dreamt of is within reach. I never thought I’d have the opportunity to make something of myself and I don’t want to let this chance go Bogum.” The driver, Park Bogum, averts his eyes from the roadway for a split second to take in the elation of his best friend; a laugh escaping him when the younger contorts his handsomely chiseled features into an expression of ridiculous animation the moment their eyes meet. The younger always acting so lively with his free-spirited personality and nonconformist ways as he pumps his fist in the air like an anime character. “Then don’t. The call-back is about a month from now, if we make it through the second audition, then all that’s left is to pack our bags and head for the city.” Bogum says, with a shake of his head, reverting his focus back on the road, as the beam of the headlights reflect off the road sign of county limits as they enter the outskirts of their hometown. “I think we can manage finding the cheapest flat and picking up whatever gigs come our way to split rent costs.” “Sounds good, I’m sure we’ll fit the criteria of starving actors to a T. Maybe when—" Taehyung starts self-deprecatingly, trailing off when his gaze lands in the distance, where the estate on the hill can be seen peaking from the top of the tree line, in a location only the wealthy could afford. The sputtering mechanics of Bogum’s vehicle fall on deaf ears as he turns on the intersection near the train tracks; leading away from the upscale, flourishing parts of town, and towards the southside slums where they both lived. Taehyung’s gaze focused until the house could no longer be seen through the reflection in the rearview mirror. Bogum isn’t blind to the change sudden change and already knows the cause. “Are you still choked up about the Mayor’s son. Man, he really did a number on you, huh? It isn’t like you to get stuck on one person.” “None of my other hookups compare in bed. It’s not like it matters anymore though.” Taehyung says, twirling his outdated clamshell-of-a-phone in his hands, as the naughty smirk on his face turns into a disgruntled pout as he continues. “It’s been weeks since he found out my age, and since then he hasn’t returned any of my calls or messages.” Taehyung lets out with a dramatic exhale. “I don’t see what the problem is? I’m only three years younger.” “He’s the Mayor’s son, how did you expect him to react? If word gets out that he’s been screwing around with an underage southsider it won’t end well for him.” Bogum reasons in attempt to get Taehyung to see things from another perspective but the younger was stubborn as hell and sometimes it was a pain to make him see differently. “So what if I’m jailbait? I’m fully consenting, I knew what I wanted and went for it. I don’t care what anyone has to say about our relationship.” Taehyung rolls his eyes and scoffs, “If I didn’t care about how he felt, I wouldn’t be torturing myself by keeping this distance.” He ends, unbuckling his seatbelt when the vehicle comes to a stop on the curb of his shabby two-bedroom one-story house, and heads inside with a wave goodbye. Bogum stays parked for a moment longer, wondering if the younger realizes just how invested he already is in the other, his views on relationships having changed drastically since that night six months ago. It’s left unsaid, but it remains blatantly obvious that Taehyung’s desire for his older lover went beyond lustful infatuation.
Thus, an untold truth, for a heart that yearns so deeply can only be compelled by love.
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“Mom, I’m home.” Taehyung calls out when he crosses the threshold. It’s almost midnight and he knows his mother is most likely preparing to leave for her graveyard shift at the low-income nursing home a few blocks away. “In here,” She calls from the kitchen, before her son is gathering her up in a bear hug mumbling out an ‘I missed you,’ like the softie he is at heart. “Oh honey, I missed you too, but I have to finish packing my lunch, I can’t afford to be late.” She says, after minutes pass. It’s a sight to see, for her tall and masculine son has always been such a clinger. It’s a quality she loves, for she considers herself blessed to have given birth to such a loving and wonderful son, despite the circumstances by which she had to raise him. “Fine,” Taehyung pouts sulkily, unwrapping his arms from around her petite figure to lean against the counter with his chin on his palm as he watches her pack her bento with puppy-eyes. They converse pleasantly, updating one another on what’s been going since Taehyung left for his audition in the city, celebrating again at the passed audition, for she supported hers son’s passion fully. It’s when he’s walking her to the door when he informs sincerely. “I hope you know that you’ll be living the life of a pampered queen when I make it big. You’ll never have to work again and I’ll buy you everything you want and more.” “Son, no amount of wealth can compare to the love of I have for you. There isn’t anything I want more than to see you succeed and live in good health.” A loving smile graces the withering beauty as she pats a defined cheek affectionately. “Now, I need you to head to bed and get some rest. I’ll be working a double, so I want see you until tomorrow afternoon. Make sure to eat and don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.” “I would never.” Taehyung gasps in playful-offense, his expressive eyes widening comically. Ms. Kim lets out a little snort, shaking her head as she mounts her bike, placing her bag and bento in the rear basket as she kicks off the bike stand and braces herself upright, that she’s reminded of the many call made to their landline in Taehyung’s weeklong absence. “Also, the phone has been ringing for you nonstop these past few days. The caller left no name or message and the only reason I informed him that you’d be retuning tonight was because his persistency was getting on my nerves.” “Oh?” Taehyung mutters to himself as his mother peddles off the flickering light of her bicycle gleaming in the night. A feeling of relief replenishing him at the possibility of his lover trying to get a hold of him. Moving back inside and locking the door behind him, he grabs his backpack and heads to his bedroom. Once there he doesn’t bother to turn on the light, dropping his bag on the floor he dives onto his bed, rolling around to get comfortable as he pulls out his phone and looks through it with eagerness. Only to whine into his pillow as all hopes of his lover reaching out to him are crushed, for the older has yet to reply to any of his messages. Taehyung sniffles pitifully, feeling sorry for himself as his eyes prickle with tears at the dejection. It’s sad, because a few months ago he would have never found himself in this situation, for he never allowed himself to get attached to the people he messed around with, and yet here he was, moping. Taehyung never expected to get emotionally involved when he started sleeping with sought-after northsider. Then again, he knew he’d be different from the moment he saw him, for unbeknownst to the older, Taehyung had wanted him long before that fateful night. The heat of the moment had nothing to do with the way he’d gone about the situation, not allowing the chance of being with other slip through his fingers, when he approached him in that club. Sighing heavily, Taehyung closes his eyes and evens out his breathing as he eventually surrenders to slumber; the phantom touch of skewed fingers running through his hair lulling him into stillness. The momentary tranquility fleeting, as the insistent resonance of the grating doorbell disrupts the silence of the night, wrenching him from the longing within his dreams as he stumbles off the bed in his stupor and makes his way down the hall half asleep with bleary eyes. In this state, he neither checks the time or the peephole for his own protection as he unlocks and yanks open the door in irritation. “The hell are you doing ringing a god forsaking doorbell in the middle of the fucking night you inconsiderate fucker— The irritable commencement of curses dying out when he catches sight of the person standing before him, dumfounded to see the one who’d been at the forefront of his mind, and curious to know how the older found his way to him. The stupefaction wearing off rapidly as he lays eyes on the dark-yellow-tinged bruises blotting the delicate features of the elder’s visage. The curses start up again with a demand, “Who the fuck did this to you?” Taehyung seethes sharply, his blood boiling with ire as his blazing gaze flickers until a vivid scarlet replaces the deep brown. The query is completely disregarded, striking turquoise reflecting back at him, as honey brown fades, and pretty doe-like eyes fill with tears. Plump lips parting as a choked out blunder gives him the shock of a lifetime, for all it takes is two words. For this is the very moment that Kim Taehyungs’s hopes and dreams go up in flames before they could even be realized.
“I’m pregnant.”
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H E A R T L E S S
THREE
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'I’m pregnant.’
‘I’m pregnant.’
‘I’m pregnant.’
‘I’m preg—
That hauntingly beautiful face swirls in his memories as he recalls those words from long ago. Those words, those words, those words. They were words he never wanted to hear again, for twice he’d been fooled. You’d assume he’d have learned his lesson the first time, but his young inexperienced self had had a heart of gold and had given his trust too easily. That was no longer the case, for his pure heart had been taken advantage of, and in turn tainted. Thus, he had crafted a defense of steel, and now years later he was known to be coldhearted…or so it seemed. Such a change was to be expected though, for more than once he had given his all, only to end up brokenhearted. For this very reason he’d become jaded to the prospect of love and all that it entailed. It had been over seven years since the innocence of a first love had turned bittersweet; a rude awakening when reality and social status came into play. It was a love that was never meant to last and till this day, no broken heart could compare to the first time his heart had been ripped from within his ribcage and trampled on by the only omega his inner alpha deemed his. The years had passed, the initial blow never lessening, but with time he had grown numb to the pain of knowing. Now, there were no more tears shed for his tainted unrequited love and the loss of a to-be child. Many times after the fact, he’d lay in misery, wishing he could turn back time to the day he’d first seen the omega and had become infatuated with him from that very moment. At ten-years-old he wishes he could have foreseen that the pretty little omega would come to be the epitome of a heartbreaker seven years down the road. Even then, he’d always been stubborn, so there’s no guarantee that his pure love could have been swayed with different circumstances. That omega had left scars that weren’t visible to the eye, for they were embedded in his heart, and till this very day that haunting visage resides in his most loathed remembrances. However, on occasions, that face would appear before his eyes when he was least expecting of it; for example, that very night. Never in person though, for no matter how far he’d come from that young and trusting boy, the one who had broke his heart remained forever out of reach. And yet, despite the past, he still felt every instinct of himself flare up the moment that face came into view. The alpha downs another glass of whisky, his piercing gaze on the panoramic view of the flat screen as that very face reflects back at him from the business segment of the news broadcast. Setting the empty glass down on the granite of the counter top, he motions towards the bar tender for a refill and continues listening to the peppy announcer as she gives an update on the head of the Jeon Group. His gaze fixated on the part of the screen that shows a still-shot of the mated couple; feeling nothing but revolt, ire, and a fucking need to rip that Jeon fucker’s throat out with just his teeth.
It’s a need he doesn’t acknowledge, denial coursing through his veins, for that omega means absolutley nothing to him.
“Damn, that Jeon geezer won the lottery with that gorgeous omega.” The bartender murmurs aloud, mostly to himself as he refills the alpha’s glass with the finest of whisky. “I’d die a happy man if an omega like that ever spared me a second glance.” The alpha chuckles cynically, his gaze never flickering from said omega as he shares with sardonicism. “I don’t do omegas, they’re beautiful of course, but only in appearance. That one in particular is as rotten as they come on the inside.” The contempt lacing his words more than obvious for it’s as if the male knows for certainty that it rings true. The bar tender can only furrows his brow at the bitter tone before continuing on with his labor redirecting his attention to a beta approaching the bar as he asks what they would like. The beta orders a typical fruity drink and perches his bottom on the empty stool next to the alpha. Once his drink arrives the beta nods his thanks and takes a sip while observing the occupants of the classy bar. The beta’s gaze soon lands on the male beside him and a resonating gasp escapes his mouth as he takes in the striking side-profile of the handsomest alpha he’s ever seen. It’s a side-profile he knows all to well and he can’t help but began releasing pheromones to draw his attention. “Um, excuse me, but are you Kim Taehyung…” The beta questions after mustering up the courage, his pheromones still uncapped as he positions his body to fully face the alpha. “The Kim Taehyung?” The alpha at last diverts his attention from the screen to scrutinize the newcomer with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, I do believe so.” He says evidently, finding the question pointless, as it’s blatantly obvious that the beta knows it him. The amount of needy pheromones being released by the beta a clear giveaway of the other’s intention. The beta flushes impressively, the simple dull aroma of his scent spiking with lust, as that deep voice sends shivers down his spine. Kim Taehyung isn’t in the mood for chit-chat, known to be blunt he doesn’t beat around the bush. “You’re not subtle at all. I can smell the excitement and anticipation to be filled rolling off of you in waves.” And with a hint of amusement he asks. “Are you waiting for an invitation?” “I heard that beta males are your…” The beta trails, as he looks up at the alpha through his eyelashes, gaze smoldering as he bites his lip suggestively and continues. “…preferences in a lover.” “Is that so?” Taehyung questions rhetorically, a smirk playing at his lips as he takes in the beta’s physical features. He’s satisfied to find that the beta is fairly attractive with the outer qualities he looks for in a one-night-lover; short stature, thin lips, small eyes, flat nose, thick build, and most importantly…the incapability of pregnancy. “Are you prepositioning me right now?” It’s as if Taehyung has tricked his mind to seek such specifics in his beta lovers, the denial remains intact, for he only sleeps with people who are complete physical opposites from the one person he truly craves. “If it means I have a chance to be filled by you, then yes.” The beta advances, placing a hand on the alpha’s thigh coyly as he leans in. “I’d let you fuck me all day all night, when, where, it doesn’t matter.” Taehyung licks his lip at the image, his cock twitching in the confines of his fitted trousers. “It depends…are you willing to play by my rules?” “I’m more than willing.” The alpha’s smirk deepens at the answer, and he downs the rest of his drink, enjoying the smooth burn of the alcohol. After a moment, he rises from his seat and begins leading the beta towards the entrance with the palm of his hand on the small of the shorter’s back. Before they cross the threshold of the exit, Kim Taehyung gives one last glance to the screen. The smirk on his mien contorting maliciously, for the time to act had finally come. The opportunity presented to him on a silver platter after years of planning. The gold-digging omega would regret ever meeting him, and he will stop at nothing until he’s destroyed what should have been his all along.
Soon will come the day when the Alpha shows his Omega true heartlessness.
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[ The News ]
‘The latest update on Chairman Jeon has just come in. At this time, he has finally been released from the hospital and is recovering in the comfort of his home. According to reliable sources, The Chairman will be taking a leave of absence from The Jeon Conglomerate to speed up his recovery. It has been confirmed that the chairman’s spouse will be stepping in as temporary head of the enterprise and all of its subsidiaries until further notice. So far, views are mixed over this move. The majority negative, as many are opposed to having an omega outrank them in the corporate world, especially in this time of competitiveness amongst enterprises and businessmen for the stock shares currently available on the market. I’m sure we’ll be covering this topic in the months to come. On a brighter note, the positive feedback circulating from progressive alpha’s, beta’s, and omega’s is truly a sight to see, for an omega representing such a prominent position in a business market lead by alphas is another step in the right direction for equality. I can also vouch with certainty that CEO Park is in full support of Chairman Jeon’s decision and that The Park Group have faith that Jeon Seokjin will do a fine job during this time.'
—I’m announcer Park Yoora, also known as beta heiress of the Park Group, and this concludes the segment for this evening.
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H E A R T L E S S
Four
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[ Taehyung ]
Kim Taehyung awakens to sunlight streaming in through the open curtains of his balcony as a grimace immediately settles on his face. The beta from last night remains fast asleep on the other side of the bed with the evidence of their act plastered on his exposed skin. The grimace only deepens and with disgust he sits up on the disordered bedding to swing his legs off the bed; collecting the tied condoms he'd used last night as he pads his way into the en-suite bathroom to dispose of them. Disgusted with himself Taehyung avoids his reflection in the mirrors as he steps under the showerhead and turns the knob to the hottest setting. Enduring the scald of the water Taehyung scrubs at the dried semen streaked across the defined muscles of his abdomen while his inner alpha rumbles in displeasure at having been marked with the release of someone it deemed unworthy. Taehyung let’s out a low growl, gripping the loofah in annoyance he suppresses the instincts of his conscience until the rumbling stops. Once his animalistic instincts fall dormant he continues cleansing himself, annoyed with the part of him that refuses to see anyone but the omega from his past worthy. It's conflicting because that omega signifies absolutely nothing to Taehyung even if his conscience believes otherwise. Stepping out of the shower he dries off and wraps the towel low on his hips while moving to the sink where he brushes his teeth before applying the many cleansing products he has on the countertop. Afterwards, he makes his way into the adjacent walk-in closet and dresses himself up in ridiculously expensive, high quality clothing; mostly Gucci, which suited his taste the most. In the early years he had begun wearing the line of clothing when his career had skyrocketed and ever since then he’d become one of the top models for the brand. After accessorizing with a watch and a headband to keep his hair away from his face Taehyung heads back into the bedroom to address his guest. The beta is awake, sitting up in the bed with the sheets covering his groin, and dreamy smile as on his face as he catches sight of the alpha entering the room. “Hey,” The beta greets, batting his eyelashes, as he hitches the sheets higher, exposing his upper thighs and the bruising marks left behind to the alpha’s eyes. “Last night was amazing, you filled me so well. I’ve never been fucked so savagely, it’s like a can still feel you in me.” Taehyung scoffs quietly at the shameless beta, his gaze soaking in the state of the other’s body, before looking away to rummage for the spare clothing he keeps for his one-night stands in one of drawers of the vanity. The beta begins yapping away, and Taehyung doesn’t even bother to pretend that he’s trying to listen, as he does his best to contain himself from rolling his eyes. The beta was like a bitch-in-heat begging to be fucked. Sadly, he was no longer interested. “Maybe we could repeat this again. I’d like to get to know you some m— —Thank you for the night, but I don’t sleep with the same beta twice.” Taehyung interjects, turning to the beta with a neatly folded pile in his hands, as he crushes those hopes before they grow. The rest of the words get caught in the beta’s throat, who’s dreamy expression immediately crumbles. A few seconds later the beta releases his grip on the sheet and smiles falsely up at the alpha. “I see…” “Do you regret sleeping with me?” Taehyung questions, mien blank as he watches the expressions that flicker over the beta’s face; he’s curious to see what the answer will be. “No.” The beta says honestly, he doesn’t think he’ll ever regret warming the bed of one of his favorite celebrities; the Kim Taehyung. The actor-slash-model was the epitome of an alpha, oh so sexy, and mind-blowing in bed. For a moment he was able to experience what it was to star opposite of the sought after actor and to be wanted by someone so handsome and out of his league. Even if it was only for one night. “I don’t think I could ever regret being fucked so well.” The alpha smirks at the other’s confession and lets out an amused chuckle; the beta’s honesty was growing on him. “Here, go ahead and shower. I’ll collect your clothing from the bedroom.” Taehyung says simply handing the beta the spare clothing and motioning for the him to follow as he leads him to the bathroom. “When your done please join me in the kitchen for brunch. I’ll drop you off at your home afterwards.” The beta assents and when he’s left alone he can’t help but smile. The alpha wasn’t as coldhearted as he appeared to be. The beta was glad that there would be no walk of shame that day. No, he definitely did not regret last night.
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[ Taehyung ]
Taehyung had just finished wrapping up filming for the time-period drama he was currently starring in as the main lead when his PA pulled up at the set to pick him up. Min Yoongi was Taehyung’s, well, everything; a friend, a manager, a chauffer, an agent, and his personal assistant. Yoongi was a straight-faced alpha with a calming presence who was amongst the few people he trusted. Taehyung enters the passengers seat with a nod of his head as his assistant hands him over a packet before revving up the engine and taking off to the next destination. “Read over the scripts and let me know which offer your interested in taking. Also, heads up, we’re heading for an appointment with your father. His secretary contacted me while you were filming; he wants to see you.” Taehyung lets out an annoyed groan and hits his head against the headrest. “That old man doesn’t know when to give up. I have no interest in his endeavors nor learning the ropes of his company.” “Well, he is your father, and has been attempting to build a relationship with you since you came to the city.” Yoongi says simply, maneuvering vehicle through intersections and lights as they approach said man’s workplace. “It wouldn’t hurt to cooperate with him at least once.” “Tsk, It would, I don’t have much respect for him considering he left my mother.” Taehyung disproves, giving the driver the side eye as he flips through the scripts. “Your mother has expressed that she’s happy that you to have been getting along and working on your relationship.” Yoongi reminds, finding amusement in poking at the actors defenses. “Ah, and that’s the reason why I even entertain the old man.” Taehyung says as he tosses the script to the side to move on to the next one, hoping to find something less cliché. “I don’t think that’s the only reason.” Yoongi teases with a knowing grin. “Fine. My half-sister and her little family may have grown on me.” “You’re such a softie.” “I’m not.” Taehyung defends perturbed crossing his arms stubbornly and pouting solemnly before he can help himself. “Are too.” “Am not.” “Are too.” “You know what? Fuck you.”
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[ Taehyung ]
“Nope, absolutely not. I’m not interested whatsoever.” “Son, at least take some time to think about it. This could benefit the both of us immensely.” “Oh? Do tell how entertaining the omega heir of Park Group could possibly benefit me? I have neither interest in omegas nor relationships.” “The publicity we would receive after revealing you to the public as my son, for one.” “I don’t need more publicity. I’m already famous as it is and that’s without being associated to Kim Group. I paved my own way. I don’t need you.” “These endeavors are beyond your career in showbiz. There’s esteem and reverence belonging to the leading groups of our nation. I allowed you to be raised humbly and away from the spotlight of being the firstborn alpha heir to the Kim Group with respect to your mother.” Taehyung chuckles sardonically. “That doesn’t change the fact that I’m your illegitimate bastard. A publicity stunt has cause and affect. You may end up benefiting but that won’t stop my fans from being livid in my defense.” “Your stubbornness is aggravating.” “I got it from my mother, so I’m hardly your heir.” “Oh son, you’ll gladly agree to court the omega heir of the Park Group…” The Head of Kim Group sighs in exasperation, rubbing his temples with his thumbs as he resorts to more manipulative tactics to get his way. “…Taking into account that Park Jimin just so happens to be the closest ‘friend’ of the Jeon Group’s omega, Jeon Seokjin.” Taehyung’s eye twitches at the name, his stoic expression, only slipping for a second as his father continues. “Ah, yes, I know enough about your obsession with the Jeon’s. Now tell me son, for what reason would you be buying shares and stocks of the Jeon Conglomerate in secret over the past five years?” “That is none of your business.” Taehyung growls, eyes flashing red as he slams his fist down on the mahogany of his fathers desk, rattling the décor of trinkets. “How dare you meddle in my private affairs and have me tracked, Father!” He spits the last with venom, addressing his progenitor through gritted teeth. “My Taehyung, were do you think your intelligence, viciousness, and driven personality come from? Me of course. We’re more alike then you think. How does the saying go; like father, like son, no? We both want to destroy the Jeon’s. I want to surpass the Jeon Head in my endeavors and you want his omega spouse for yourself.” The head of the Kim Group smirks triumphantly. “What better way to do so then by utilizing the Park’s to achieve what we want. This is the best time to act, now that the Head of the Jeon’s is out of commission, do not you think?” Kim Taehyung, illegitimate alpha heir of Kim Group, can only grit his teeth and assent, for what he wants will soon be within reach and if he needs to assist his father in the process then so be it. “Yes, father.” “Great. I knew you would come to your senses. That poor omega won’t see us coming until his husband’s name has been dragged through the mud and company in ruin.” Thus, more planning commences, for father and son were truly alike. Ironically, the omega in question had chosen wealth and status over love; but unbeknownst to him…Kim Taehyung had pertained to that world from the beginning.
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H E A R T L E S S
Five
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[ Seokjin ]
Jeon Seokjin nods his thanks as the hostess leads him to a private room of the restaurant where the Luncheon is to be held. Twice a week, the Spouses of the Nations Leading Groups would get together and ‘enjoy’ each other’s company over a nice meal that was hardly ever touched as they chatted over this and that with the few people that were of equal status. The majority of the spouses where older and tended to hold this fact over the spouses that were younger; like Seokjin for example. In these get-togethers it was common for the spouses to bring their omega and beta children along who were much closer in age to him than the fellow spouses. These frilly and gossip filled gatherings were no place for the Alpha Head’s of each Group nor their alpha heirs. Thus the occupants of the private room were mostly omega spouses, omega heirs, and the few rare beta heirs. Mostly omega, since gestation between an alpha and omega almost always resulted in a child of either classification. Thus, beta heirs were rather rare amongst the elite. Beta’s however, were the largest percentage of the population; seeing as how beta pregnancies almost always resorted in a beta child. Almost always, because of course there were those few exceptions of dormant genetics being passed down to a fetus that resulted in different classifications than expected. For example, Park Yoochun, the Alpha Head of Park Group, had been pleasantly surprised when his omega husband Junsu, had given birth to a beta daughter. The firstborn heiress of Park Group, was known to be the apple of her father’s eye and it was no surprise that his beautiful beta daughter had him wrapped around her finger. Nonetheless, the child that would one day succeed Yoochun was their second born, Park Chanyeol, the alpha heir of Park Group. Then, Junsu’s last pregnancy had resulted in adorable Park Jimin; omega heir and baby of the family. For Seokjin, Park Jimin just so happened to be one of the few present that made these luncheon’s tolerable and had grown to be his closest friend after having met a few years back in one of these very gatherings. Thus explaining his wide smile when he sees his younger friend, taking the seat that had been saved for him. It was the usual seating arrangements, for the elite stuck to each other in little cliques; it was all so middle-school cliché. Seokjin himself stuck rather closely to the two omega’s and sole beta of the Park Family. The Parks were very humble and down to earth in comparison to some of the other families. They were also one of the only groups his husband trusted and never hesitated to work with. The conversation between them comes easily, while he simultaneously tries not to poke his eye out with his fork, at the usual superficial chit-chat that surrounds them for the next couple of hours; such gossip was a form of torture in his opinion:
“Omega Jung is absent today. I bet she’s getting her fillers redone. She was looking under the weather when I last saw her.”
“Did you hear that alpha heir of Oh Group forcefully mated some China Doll against their will? Poor thing…now he’ll be stuck with an emotionless brat for life. The Oh’s are known to be a possessive lot.”
“When will your son get those features taken care of? I don’t mean to offend, but if you want grandchildren you should consider convincing him. My cousin is one of the best plastic surgeons in the nation, I could put in a good word for you. I’m sure after he gets work done you could easily marry him off.”
“My daughter has been seeing a prince, a prince of Japan. If all goes well, we’ll have a princess in the family. Oh, I’m so moved, I never thought us Nam’s would be associated with royalty!”
“Well, my Youngjae is now engaged to the Im heir. The Choi’s couldn’t be prouder; Jaebum will make the perfect son-in-law.”
“Yes, he is one handsome alpha, although…he should’ve gone for someone more in his league no?”
“Haha, very funny. If I recall he turned down your daughter for my sweet and kind child. Don’t worry, one day someone will accept that attitude of hers. Have faith.”
“My husband started a new project in America…”
“I purchased the prettiest flock of peacocks…”
“It’s no secret that he’s seeing his mistress on the side…”
“The yacht was hijacked and everyone was held for ransom...”
“I’d totally start an affair with that hunk of a gardener…maybe then my husband would come home from early.”
“My mansion is now the largest; it’s several more square inches than yours.”
“I despise every one of you, aha, I’m only joking dears….”
“Never let your guard down, or they’ll replace you with a newer and younger model.”
That last statement resonates in the room, as multiple pairs of eyes turn to look at the said spouses with superiority and distaste. There are a handful of younger spouses, their personalities just as entitled as the older spouses, the difference is that they’re more submissive to their older counterparts. An omega, Goo Hara, looks down at her plate in shame, for she’s the youngest spouse in the room with the age of twenty. It was a scandal when news first broke out and even a year had passed since then, the other spouses never let her forget going out of their way to bring it up. The corner of Seokjin lips twitch as he suppresses the urge to retort back that their envy is showing and if they kept hating they would age even faster; maybe they should consider making an appointment to smooth out those wrinkles. Seokjin may have not been as young as Hara but he was most definitely indicated with how they were looking at him. Oh how he disliked these gatherings, they were only held to compete with one another as they flaunted current events and tried to one-up the others. “Hara, I’ve been meaning to give you congratulations. It’s a girl correct?” He inquires, trying to lighten the mood in the atmosphere. “Yes oppa, I’m four months along now, and very happy.” Hara says with a hesitant smile, looking up from her plate even though she can still feel those judgmental eyes on her. “The baby shower will be a month from today. I’m designing my own invitations, I’ll be sending them out to a select few when I’m done. I hope you’ll be able to attend, you’ve always been so kind to me.” “It would be my pleasure.” Seokjin answers with sincerity returning the smile as the young omega relaxes in her seat, rubbing her protruding belly absent-mindedly. “It’s a good decision to keep the event small. It’s very important to remain stress free during this time. There’s no need for you to have to put up with the negativity of paranoid piranhas.” Seokjin ends, shots fired, the implication clearly understood as he gives a cold look to the older male spouse who had initially spoken the statement to belittle. “Do you need help planning the baby shower or designing the nursery?” Jimin questions with excitement, leaning slightly over Seokjin to look at the pregnant omega with eagerness. “I’ve been dabbling in interior design and need to put my talent to use.” “I haven’t, but you’re more than welcome to stop by and help me plan. I’d really appreciate the help.” Hara says, feeling excited herself, this conversation had to be most comfortable she’s ever felt amongst the others. “Yay,” Jimin exclaims with an eye-smile, before sighing dreamily. “I can’t wait to see your baby girl. You won’t be able to keep me away once she’s born. I tend to get baby fever whenever I see a newborn.” “Mhm, does this mean your ready to give me a niece or nephew then little brother?” Park Yoora, questions with a teasing grin, reaching over to pinch his cheek. “No…” Jimin denies with a blush. “Are you sure, I recall you whining about that mystery man of yours a few months back.” “Oh, why haven’t I heard about this?” Seokjin asks with smile, finding amusement in seeing how the younger flushes red with all the attention on him. “It wasn’t anything serious; he’s a mystery because I never saw him again.” Jimin says simply before continuing after some thought. “However, I feel that I’m ready to start accepting offers of courtship, since I do want to have children in the near future.” “That’s great news Jimin-ah, your father and I have been turning down those offer sfor what seems like ages.” His ométher, Junsu, exclaims cheerfully; the Park Family were truly a happy-go-lucky bunch. “Leave this up to me, your Omé knows best. I’ll acquire the most sought-after alpha and present you with the most perfect suitor. I can just imagine my beautiful future grandbabies frolicking around our gardens.” “I’ll only accept the best Omé.” “I would expect nothing less from my Mochi.” “And you Seokjin-ah, are you planning on having any more children?” The omega spouse of Kim Group, Nayoung questions, addressing the Jeon spouse directly an occurrence that wasn’t common. Seokjin’s slightly surprised, apart from simple greetings the woman had never bothered to start up a conversation with him. He doesn’t know much about the Kim Group aside from their husbands being competitors in the market. Although, he has begun a friendship with Jisoo, the older omega’s daughter-in-law who was married to the alpha heir of Kim Group, Kim Jennie. By chance, Seokjin and Jisoo had found that they had same-aged children, amongst other things in common and ever since then they had hit it off; sharing recipes, discussing parenthood, etcetera. Jisoo had also grown close to Jimin, now the trio would frequent the best café’s to sit and chat for awhile; spending time in good company. Seokjin turns his gaze away from the beaming Park’s to give the woman his attention. “It wouldn’t be wise of me to conceive while my husband’s in recovery. Perhaps, when his health improves that will change.” “That’s understandable; The Kims wish you and your family the best.” Nayoung agrees with a polite smile, sipping from her wine, before directing a question at the Park omega heir. The Kim spouse is playing the long game unbeknownst to them. “And you Jimin-ah, what do you look for in an Alpha?” “Uh…” “Go on, don’t be shy my baby Mochi.” “I guess someone whose progressive; who’ll be considerate of who I am and give me the space to express myself without forcing me to submit. It also wouldn’t hurt if the alpha in question happened to be handsome or with a personality that will compliment my own; someone whose calm when I’m excited, someone whose patient when I’m exasperating. I just want an alpha who accept me and love me without ever trying to change me.” “I see, I applaud you for knowing exactly what you want…” Nayoung says, already manipulating the theoretical cards in her favor as she continues on with her scheming. “…I think I know the perfect alpha that would suite your tastes. I had discussed this topic previously with your omether and now that you’ve expressed interest in courting offers…I hope you will agree to meet with the alpha I have in mind; he’s quite the admirer of yours.” “An admirer?” Park Jimin’s curiosity has been peeked. “I guess it wouldn't hurt to meet him.” Kim Nayoung, Omega Spouse of The Kim Group smirks behind the rim of her wine glass. It was almost too easy; for the Park’s were a bunch of hyperactive oblivious fools. It would be all too amusing to pull their strings from behind the scene; her husband would be proud. The next step of manipulating the Park’s would soon be commencing; she just hopes her husband’s bastard wont’ screw it up.
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H E A R T L E S S
Six
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[ Seokjin ] “Take care Hara, I’ll make sure to pay you a visit.” Jimin waves, to the pregnant omega when her chauffer pulls up to the entrance to pick her up. “Try to settle on a color scheme for the nursery, and we’ll go from there.” “Goodbye, and thank you again for defending me today Oppa. Hopefully you’ll also come visit; sometimes it gets lonely in such a big house.” Hara says appreciatively entering the backseat of the vehicle. “That loneliness will leave you once the baby arrives, but anyway, I’ll see you soon.” Seokjin assents right before the chauffer departs, leaving only himself and the Park heir. After the luncheon the trio had went on an outing to the outdoor emporium; the shopping bags in hand filled to the brim. They may have gone a little overboard with a shopping spree for baby clothes in every pastel color available. “The Lee’s were particularly intolerable this afternoon.” Seokjin states, glancing at Jimin as they begin walking amongst the boulevard of fancy boutiques and other specialty shops. “I almost couldn’t contain my laughter when Choi put that horrid woman in her place.” “I know right? I can’t believe that hag implied that Youngjae isn’t good enough for Jaebum. I hate how they look down on anyone who isn’t up to their standards. It’s ridiculous, Youngjae doesn’t deserve that.” Jimin says with a frown, recalling the times he’d been called an obese ugly duckling within the elite circle before he had hit puberty and lost the baby fat. “That kind of negativity is what causes the egotistic, insecure, envious, and competitive streak amongst us heirs.” “I ask myself how you turned out be so humble…” Seokjin teases, watching as the younger looks through the overpriced vintage on the clothing rack. Jimin shrugs before smiling cutely. “I was born angelic.” They look at each other for a good second before falling into a fit of laughter and after the elder’s windshield wiper laugh had settled he gives the other a hug as he says. “Honestly, you are an angel Jiminie; you have a specialness about you that no one can resist falling for. If I’d been born a beta or an alpha I’d definitely be one of your many suitors. " “Hyung,” Jimin starts with a blush, looking abashed. “Stop it, your making me blush.” “Hey, I only speak the truth!” Seokjin says, pulling away. “Those suitors of yours better treat you right or I’ll be coming for them.” “Òme says my blind dates are next week; two per day. I’m guessing he's been looking forward to seeing me with someone that he's gone overboard.” Jimin huffs with a roll of his eyes before continuing. “If I find none of them agreeable, I won’t continue with the blind courting.” Jimin says with a little frown, sighing sadly as he admits. “I’m still holding onto the hope that I’m lucky enough to have a predestined made to complete me.” “Aw, Jiminie. If anyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate, it’s you. I’m sure they'll come into your life when you least expect it. As for your ométher, he just wants to see you happy…” Seokjin starts only to trail off when he sees the time reflecting from his phone. “Oh! look at the time. I need to make a quick stop for traditional medicine before heading home. “I promised my baby I’d be home earlier to spend more time with him. I'll start overseeing the subsidiaries soon and it’ll be an adjustment for him since I’ll probably be getting home later for the first couple of months. “Thanks again for agreeing to watch him on some days. If it weren’t for you and Namjoon I wouldn’t be okay with this decision; you know how I feel about nannies and staff caring for my son. At least my baby will be happy to have you and Namjoon in absence.” "No need to thank me; I love that kid. Anyway, I should be heading out as well. I need to plan what to wear for my dates. I'll call you and let you know how they go. I may need your help weaving out the no-no's." They exchange a few more words before saying their goodbyes around 4 o’clock. Directly afterward, Seokjin makes a run to the store, picking up the order he had placed ahead of time, impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for the slow service. Seokjin is oh-so very impatient to hurry on home. He wants to see his baby; having missed him all day. Thus, he sets off in a pretty good mood, looking forward to the amount of cuddling that would most definitely be going on within the next hour or so. The dependency to be near his child was a trait that Seokjin shared with a vast number of other omegas; it was the innate instinct of his inner omega. However, what he finds upon arrival to his home dampens his mood and with irritation he presses a button in his car to automatically open the entrance to his home. Maneuvering his vehicle past the annoyances waiting to bombard him, he finally makes it into his driveway and parks. Seokjin schools his irritated expression before stepping out of the vehicle. With a charming smile on his face he approaches the opened gate to address the unwanted guests outside his home.
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[ 30 Minutes Later ]
‘Mr. Jeon, can you share with us your husband’s exact diagnosis?’
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‘The chairman must be gravely ill to take such a hiatus…’
‘Is he on his deathbead?’
‘Is it true that you only married into Jeon Group for the esteem, power, and immense wealth?"
"I’m sure you’ll have no problem remarrying someone of equal economic status in the event of that occurring....’
‘Omega Jeon, do you really believe yourself capable of doing an Alpha’s job?’
‘An omega like yourself shouldn’t be working in the business world; staying home to tend to your alpha and children is where you belong.’
That’s it; Jeon Seokjin has had enough. Half an hour had already passed and the questions had been relatively professional for the most part at the start; but once those had been addressed the following ones had been absolutely unprofessional due to insensitive morons and bigoted classicist assholes. For this reason he chooses to end this cuttingly. “My husband is improving and will return to the company soon. The leave of absence was recommended temporarily by our doctors, seeing as how the last thing he needs right now is to worry about company matters.” “I implore you all to respect our privacy in this time while he recovers in the comfort of our home. So far I’ve cooperated and answered some of the more appropriate questions. If you have more to ask, feel free to do so in the conference that will be held in a couple of weeks." "Until then, I will answer no more and if you continue to persist I’ll have to resort to legal measures by taking this issue up with your respective employers.” “Now, I’ll kindly ask you to leave the premises; camping outside the gates of my home is both an invasion of privacy and a safety hazard. Thus, I expect to find the front of my property cleared within the next thirty minutes or security will have to forcefully remove you.” That is all Seokjin has to say before the the solid mechanical gate begins to slide shut; shrouding him from the journalists and cameras of a multitude of broadcast stations. The high concrete walls and solid gate provide optimal privacy of keeping the grounds of the home hidden along with successfully keeping the pests out. Ignoring the commotion going on outside the gates, Seokjin moves to retrieve his shopping bags from the trunk of his car with an exhale of exhaustion. The entire day had been exhausting; from tending to his husband in the morning, to attending the luncheon, to dealing with his fellow elites. Then the icing on the cake, with how the media bombarded him upon arrival, when all he wanted to do was unwind in the comfort and privacy of his home. The ordeal had his mood souring; the blatant disrespect and encroaching of their lives by the media, was something he loathed with a passion despite being a public figure. It was exhausting having to portray to the world the elite he had to be; for in public he had to play the part of the beautiful, perfect, and untouchable trophy spouse of the Head of Jeon Conglomerate. It was truly exhausting…having to be someone he’s not. Jeon Seokjin enters his home, at last dropping the pretext; for he 's tired of acting.
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H E A R T L E S S
Seven
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[ Seokjin ] The moment Seokjin crosses the threshold a household staff member awaits him with a respectful greeting. “How is he?” Seokjin inquires, after he's returned the greeting; handing over the bags. “Master Jeon has been well, although his appetite leaves much to be desired. The trays were returned to the kitchens mostly untouched. I’ve also been informed that he requests your presence.” “Thank you Mei. I bought some more of the herbal medicine. It's in the container.” Seokjin informs pointing to the bag that contained the traditional medicine. “Please make sure he has the herbal brew daily at noon.” Mei nods and disappears into the wing that leads to the kitchen and staff quarters. Seokjin turns to make his way to the first floor guest room that his husband was now residing in after his hospitalization; his current state preventing him from returning to the bedroom on the second floor. Seokjin knocks on the door before entering. “You should be resting in bed.” He states with a disproving tone, approaching the desk. Where he finds his husband occupied with several papers and files spread about. “Mei said you wanted to see me?” “Yes, this folder contains the profiles for the company’s main shareholders. It’s crucial that you recognize these faces, their information, and the percentage of shares they each own.” “Will do, is that all?” Seokjin questions flipping through the folder recognizing some of the members as alpha heads of other families. There were also several faceless shareholders who were most likely from overseas. “That's mostly it for now. There's too much left to be sorted out with everything that’s been going on.” Jeon mutters motioning to the stack of papers, before sighing and massaging his temple. “I really only need you at the company to represent me; to be the face of the Jeon's. My executives will oversee their departments and labor most of my work.” “I’m there to be your eyes and your ears; to make sure our shareholders don’t try to overthrow your status and take our accounts.” Seokjin says smugly reiterating what was previously discussed between them. “Very good.” Jeon replies with a pleased smile, taking Seokjin's hand in his own, caressing the smooth skin with his thumb. “I don’t want you to stress. I have faith in you, just remember what I’ve prepared you for.” “I'll remember.” Seokjn assents with a short nod, his eyes watering with unshed tears as his husband peppers light kisses on his hand. “You're my everything.” Jeon confesses hoarsely pressing his face into Seokjin's stomach as he embraces him. It's then that the first tear wells over . They stay in the same position for several minutes; enveloped in each other. Jeon's arms tighting around the tiny waist as Seokjin runs his hand through his husband hair comfortingly. The moment soon comes to an end and Seokjin moves behind his husband, taking ahold of the handles to push the wheelchair near the bed. “I need you to rest. You’ve done enough paperwork. How do you expect your health to improve when you don’t follow the doctor’s orders?” Seokjin questions rhetorically, mostly to himself as he bends down to lock the brakes. Seokjin pulls back the covers on the bed and fluffs up the pillow before leaning over to secure a hold underneath his husbands arms. “Slow and steady, on the count of three. 1… 2…3.” Seokjin counts aloud, rocking slightly to gain momentum as he uses his strength to bring his husband to his feet in one motion on three. Seokjin sways off-balance under his husbands weight struggling briefly as he assists him onto the bed. Seokjin crouces down and removes the house slippers before lifting his husbands legs and covering him up with the blanket. “I love you.” Seokjin smiles sadly, before leaning down and placing a kiss on his husbands forehead. “I know.”
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[ Seokjin ]
In the privacy of his home, Seokjin was simply the loving ométriarch of the Jeon family. It was a role that suited him, for Jeon Seokjin couldn’t have asked for a better life. The omega had been blessed with a life of luxury that any omega, beta, or alpha could ever dream of having. Most would say that he’d always been blessed for Seokjin had always been well off due to his father’s position. Growing up he'd lived in luxury but never to the extent of how he lives now. To his family’s joy, Seokjin had been born with a beauty that could rival Aphrodite herself. They’d known they had hit the goldmine with their omega son from the moment he'd opened those pretty little eyes that flickered from honey brown to turquoise. It was then that his future was set, because from that moment on he’d been groomed to be a Trophy spouse; knowing that one day the beautiful child would bring his parents great fortune. Now, years later his parents grooming had not been in vain, for Seokjin was filthy rich beyond imagination. To his parents, their son was someone they could be proud of flaunting, for they were now associated with the nations best, as the parents of an elite and the in-laws to the Jeon Group. Yes, Seokjin was their pot of gold and according to his parents…he owes it all to them. In a sense, he’s appreciative that he ended up a Jeon; when it could have gone a lot worse for him. Thus, Jeon Seokjin is happy, for he has the perfect life with a loving family; nothing could be better, for he's complete and whole inside…well, this is what he tells himself, and to the world it may seem so, but only he knows the truth of how he really feels inside.
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Here a truth; for seven long years had come and gone…but not a single day goes by that he doesn't recall that young, sweet alpha, and what could have been. How could he ever forget when that very face was everywhere; from billboards, to magazines, to movies, dramas, commercials, and etcetera? That alpha had become all that he had wanted to be and more; He'd come from the bottom and worked his way to the top, through blood, sweat, tears, and sheer determination. Time had flown by, yet that piercing gaze remained the same. With age, that unbelievably handsome physique had only been enhanced. Now, he was one of the most sought after alphas by the masses. For Seokjin, it was inevitable not to feel a sense of pride for the one he once knew. That young alpha who gave everything of himself, even when Seokjin wasn't capable of doing the same, had met every aspiration he had set for himself. For this reason he had to leave the past behind him and continue moving forward. This was the life he was always meant to have, and Seokjin was—is—proud that the alpha accomplished everything he ever wanted. Thus, Seokjin could never regret his decision as he moved on with his life; it was proof in itself for they were always meant to go their separate ways. Yet, he can’t help but wonder how it would be to see that alpha in person once again. Terrible, he imagines. For there were no doubts in his mind that younger would harbor resentment towards him for what he had done. If anything, he’d despise him, especially after Seokjin had said those cruel words to him long ago. Another truth, for Jeon Seokjin had once broken the heart of that sweet young alpha. The alpha who was now known to be coldhearted. Instead of working against his favor it only gained him more love and avid fans; anyone who followed the celebrity knows the gist of how the story goes. In an interview years back, the actor had confessed that he no longer trusts other’s with his heart, after having been toyed with, by someone who he was prepared to give up his dreams for and settle down with. The alpha had been very vague and the one who left him brokenhearted had never been named. It was enough, he knows all to well, because he was the one who had made the younger so. The amount of hate and criticism directed towards a nameless someone by the forums and the entertainment media had made him sick to his stomach. Of course, no one but himself knows the truth and yet he still had found himself reading every unpleasant comment that was unknowingly directed to him. In the end, Seokjin figures he deserves it, for he’s a terrible person. From the start; money, power, and recognition was meant to be his. That young alpha would have never been able to give him the life he was destined for…or so he’d thought. Seokjin had been wrong; for that alpha was now filthy rich, powerful, and known all over the world. Is it Karma? He wonders. It’s inevitable, there will always be a part of him that wonders if he still could have had it all, if he had stayed with that young alpha. Of course, Seokjin was still worth billion’s more than that alpha himself. At the end of the day Seokjin had the perfect life, he was beyond happy; that alpha never meant anything to him anyway. Yes, Seokjin valued his status; the omega spouse of the Jeon Group carried more value than that of being the omega of an Entertainer. However, there was something he cherished more than his status, wealth, power, recognition, and life of luxury. It goes without saying, that there was only one Jewel in the entire world that he valued more than anything… […] […] […] “Omé, you're home! I was missing you so much!” A small child of seven yells happily; descending down the staircase with a tiny bunny smile adorning his cute little face. The child comes to a halt three steps from the landing, only to launch himself off the step and into his ométher’s waiting arms; trusting that he’d be caught. Seokjin laughs aloud, twirling his baby in circles while the child leaves wet smooches all over his face with an audible smack of his lips. “Oh Kookie, I missed you too.” […] […] […]
Here, lies the only truth one could be certain of; for Jungkook was the jewel Seokjin cherished more than his own life.
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H E A R T L E S S
Eight
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[ Seokjin & Jungkook ]
.“Ome, you're home! I was missing you so much!” A small child of seven yells happily; descending down the staircase with a tiny bunny smile adorning his cute little face. The child comes to a halt three steps from the landing, only to launch himself off the step and into his omether’s waiting arms; trusting that he’d be caught. Seokjin laughs aloud, twirling his baby in circles while the child leaves wet smooches all over his face with an audible smack of his lips. “Oh Kookie, I missed you too.” “I thought you was gonna be here when I got home.” The boy of seven, Jeon Jungkook, grumbles with pouty lips as he rubs his little face into the junction of his omether’s neck. Inhaling the wonderful and loving scent of his ome as his inner—baby—alpha wags its tail at the closeness of his omega progenitor. “Sorry baby, I was held up by the people outside.” Seokjin says, as he adjusts his sons position; settling him on his hip as he secures the tiny torso with his arm. “Were they here when you got home from school?” Jungkook nods, as his omether carries him up the stairs. “I saw lots of people. Uncle Joonie wasn’t happy, so he didn’t let them see me, but he let Kookie out when the gates closed.” “Hm, Namjoonie did good. No one but Ome should see this adorable little bunny face.” Seokjin utters, thankful for the obscure one-way tint of their vehicle windows, as he initiates another kiss attack; peppering them all over his precious baby as he places his son down gently. “You're all mine.” “I not a bunny.” Jungkook protests, pretending to huff, as he crosses his arms over his chest from where he’s sat on the iron man bedding of his bed. He’s playing hard to get, as he looks away with a harrumph. The child’s actually basking in the attention; loving his pet names because it solidifies how special he is to his pretty ome and that’s something he loves. “Oh? But your my cute—little—precious—alpha—baby—bunny.” Seokjin reminds, leaning over the low platform bed to commence another attack; this time of tickles. The child squeals immediately, squirming around his bed trying to escape the attack of tickles on his person as he giggles uncontrollably, until he can’t take it anymore. “Ome, no more, Kookie’s gonna pee!” A breathless Jungkook cries out, his little chest heaving, while he gulps up the air with a grin on his lips, as the tickling comes to a halt. Seokjin smiles lovingly, his whole persona soft, as he gathers up his child and inhales the familiar scent of home; burrowing his nose into the silky strands of hair, allowing himself to get lost in the soft mix of apples and cinnamon for a moment. “Okay, no more kisses and tickles. It’s time to get down to some serious business. You know what that means? It's homework time.” Jungkook nods his head excitedly, showing his agreement to the suggestion, as he clambers off his omether’s lap and hops over to the small table in his room where his iron man backpack is situated; unzipping it he pulls out his homework folder of the same marvel character on the cover of it. “I gotta lot of stickers today, Ome. Teacher Seokie said I was the bestest and the most cutest in his class!” “It sounds like Teacher Hoseok has fallen for my bunny’s charm, huh?” Seokjin says, sitting down criss-cross on a cushion beside the child-size chair, as he chuckles over the amount of stickers covering Jungkook’s in-class assignment. Jungkook nods, giggling he says. “Yup, I’m teacher’s favorite! I get to be his helper and he always puts that giant in time out when he’s bothering me.” Seokjin had been looking over the homework, reading the direction’s of the coloring math sheet when he hears the last part, causing his lips to purse. “Those bratty alphas are bothering you again Jungkook?” He questions with a frown, not at all pleased that his baby was being picked on. The child pouts, opening up his box of erasable colored pencils, and with a bit of sadness he shares. “They still tease Kookie, but not as bad. Teacher Seokie doesn’t let them.” A few second’s of silence tick away and it physically pains Seokjin to see the sadness in Jungkook’s expression so he chooses to distract his sweet child instead. “Should we invite Hoseok to dinner then?” Seokjin questions perkily, falling into a more childish act to cheer up his son as he continues. “We can even have Namjoon come over and watch as he makes a fool out of himself.” That sweet sound of innocent laughter returns as Jungkook giggles in agreement, nodding his head as he adds. “Uncle Joonie’s silly; he got no jams when it comes to Teacher Seokie!”
The laughter of the omega progenitor and the alpha progeny fill the bedroom as the duo work on homework, surrounded by a warm and happy ambiance as their inner consciences flourish in each other’s presence; the connection between them strong as ever.
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[ Taehyung ]
Elsewhere, Kim Taehyung can be found dining with the Kim Family. The main family of the Kim’s consisted of five members; Kim Wonbin, head alpha of Kim Group and his omega spouse, Kim Nayoung. Together they have one daughter, Kim Jennie, the alpha heir of Kim Group. The alpha married young, mating a beautiful omega by the name of Jisoo. Together they have one son, Kim Yugyeom. Where does he fit into this exactly? Well, surprise! Kim Taehyung just happens to be the illegitimate child of Kim Wonbin. Note the sarcasm. Thus, making him the firstborn alpha heir of Kim Group. If circumstances had been different it would have been him succeeding his father’s legacy and not his younger half-sister. The family’s inheritance and power was something Taehyung had no interest in; never having considered himself to be a member of The Kim Group. Aside from his father and his sister’s little family, the rest of the extended Kim’s never acknowledged his presence. Why would they? He was only a bastard; born out of wedlock to a low-class omega. Yes, Taehyung’s still bitter, in part for his mother; because Taehyung knows how his mother suffered because of his father. Even if, he knows, that Nayoung had turned out to be his father’s destined. Taehyung smirks a little at the thought, for his father and stepmother were a pretentiously vexatious pair; their disagreeable personalities perfectly complementing the other. The gratingly feminine voice of his stepmother brings him out of his thoughts as he refocuses to the conversations surrounding him. The meals had come to a close, thus cueing the purpose for his visit, as the woman says: “Jisoo, entertain my grandson elsewhere, please. This is a discussion that does not pertain either of your ears.” Kim Nayoung orders, once again sipping from her wine glass. Taehyung’s sure the woman has a drinking problem, if she does, she hides it well, so he can’t be certain. “Yes, Mother-in-Law.” Jisoo says bowing her head respectfully to her in-laws as she leaves her chair and grasps unto her sons hand leading him out of the dining room after a departing. “Excuse us.” Once she’s gone, Kim Wonbin waits a moment before speaking.“For now, this will only stay between us three. ” Wonbin says, continuing as he retrieves his briefcase from beside his chair and opens it up to get the file of importance. “Jennie returns from the project oversees next month, but I don’t want her involved in this. If anything were to go wrong, I don’t want her implicated.” “That something we can agree on.” Taehyung states, expressionless as ever as he bores his eyes into his father’s. “Jennie’s not as…vile as the rest of the Kim’s.” Wonbin chuckles in amusement at his son’s passive aggressive blow toward his person and family, while Nayoung purses her lips in annoyance with her husband’s bastard; even if the young alpha had become a higher-class citizen, it was obvious to her that the thought process of the low-class remained instilled in him. “Thank you for the compliment, dear.” Nayoung falsely smiles, gripping the neck of her wine glass tighter, as she continues to play nice with her husband’s bastard. “Now, coming back on track. I was able to secure your meeting with the omega heir of the Park’s. I must say, seducing the short little thing should be fairly easy. Park Jimin appears to be rather vacant in the head; an airhead if you may.” Taehyung raises in eyebrow, as his father slides the file across the table to him. Taehyung opens the file and a slow smirk finds it’s way onto his face as he shuffles through the few close up of the omega heir, before glancing over the omega’s interests, likes, and dislikes. “Not bad; at least my eyesight won’t suffer, he’s very attractive.” “Yes, and as long as you follow what’s in that file, you’ll be able to trap him fairly easily. You’re an award-winning actor, it shouldn’t be difficult to become whatever it is he wants in a partner.” Kim Wonbin states, a hint of proudness in his voice as he looks to his progeny. “I think this has just become more interesting.” Taehyung murmurs to himself, finding the blonde-haired omega very pleasing to the eye; even more so when a still shot of the omega standing next to the Jeon spouse in a shopping center catches his eye. If his thumb traces the delicate features of the raven-haired omega it means absolutely nothing aside from the vexatious temptation of what’s to come. Kim Taehyung, licks his lip in thought; yes, Jeon Seokjin would be coming face-to-face with him very soon.
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H E A R T L E S S
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[ Seokjin & Jungkook ]
After homework, omether and son had prepared for bed, having made plans to watch some television together until bedtime. Seokjin had given his son a warm bubble bath; ending up soaked from head to toe as Jungkook splashed around as if he were in a swimming pool. The large bathtub the home to all sorts of playful creatures; Jungkook’s favorites amongst the many bath toys were his yellow rubber duckies and the squeaky buoyant crabs his Uncle Joonie gifted him on his 7th birthday, two months ago in September. Around twenty minutes had passed since then, and his ome was now in the shower, while Jungkook finds himself flipping through the channels of his television, looking for something to catch his eye as he gets comfortable against the fluffy pillows situated near his bookcase headboard. There doesn’t seem to be anything interesting on since there were no good cartoons on at night. Maybe he should just put in one of his iron man movies and— “—Woah~” Jungkook gasps aloud, when the next channel he flips to immediately captures his attention. His big expressive eyes widening as he watches the clashing of swords in awe; listening attentively to the suspenseful dialogue between the two alpha’s on screen who were circling each other while attacking and withdrawing. Jungkook nibbles on his bottom lip, watching apprehensively, while his attention is totally captivated by the scene on the screen. Amongst the fallen on the battlefield, the handsomely rugged warrior alpha has gained the upper hand and is now striking down the cruel aged alpha who is dressed in a fine silk hanbok; the bloody tip of the younger alpha's sword presses sharply against the elder's neck; drawing blood, as the alpha speaks:
‘On this evening, under the moon and the stars I spare your life father; for the sake of my siblings.’
‘From this night forward; you are hereby stripped of the title and banished to the province of islands in the east.’
‘For you have failed dishonorably; gambling away territories to foreign powers that have plundered what belongs to the monarchy and it's people.’
‘The people have spoken; I, the crowned prince, shall now bear the weight of the crown in your stead.'
'You see father, to earn the trust and loyalty of your subjects, you must take into consideration their plight.'
‘For without them there is no throne to rule; without them—no King.’
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“Kookie, what on earth are you watching? That doesn't seem to be age appropriate to me.” Seokjin chides, appearing from the doorway of the bathroom with matching pajamas and damp hair. So enthralled by the scene, Jungkook is startled by his omether's presence; jumping slightly in his place at having been caught watching something mature without permission. “Can I finish it? Pretty please Ome. I wanna see what’s gonna happen next!” Jungkook all but pleads, looking up at his omether with his best puppy dog eyes, hoping that his ome won’t be able to resist his adorable little bunny face. Those sparkly big eyes are truly hard to resist, so he gives in just this once, nodding his ascent. “Fine, but if you have nightmares, this will be the last time I allow it.” Seokjin says while turning on the bedside nightlight, before switching of the lights, and getting beneath the iron man themed covers. “I won’t have nightmares with pretty Ome by Kookie’s side.” Jungkook states matter-of-fact as he crawls his under the bedding and into his favorite space within his omether's arms; cuddling up to the warmth and security of his omega progenitor. Together they turn their attention to screen and get lost within the story. Seokjin finds that the actors and actresses of this time period drama are superb in their art of acting. It’s no surprise to him, when that alpha from his past dominates the screen; his piercing eyes, handsomely rugged physique, and charismatic lines are truly spotlight stealing. “What's the name of the crowned prince?” Jungkook asks with a yawn, having already chosen the character as his favorite in the storyline. “The name of the character or the actor?” Seokjin questions, running his digits through Jungkook's silky strands to help lull him to sleep since it’s now way past his bedtime. “The actor.” Jungkook yawns, his eyelids growing heavier. “The actors name is Kim Taehyung; now that you’ve seen his face, you'll see him everywhere; he's in everything.” Seokjin informs evenly, knowing that the younger will probably recognize the actor from the billboard on the way to his school. “Oh, I think he's Kookie's favorite actor…is he yours too?” Jungkook murmurs, blinking bleary eyes as he rolls to face his omega; cuddling closer and resting his little head on his chest; listening to the calming rhythm of his ome's heart. “Yes…” He agrees simply just before his son succumbs to sleep. Soon, Seokjin follows, with his baby in his arms; the child's room enveloped with the fruity heady scent of apples and the spicy hint of cinnamon.
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Long into the night, it is the scent of cinnamon that Seokjin singles out; for the apples belong mostly to him…along with the muted cinnamon of Jungkook’s alpha progenitor. The delicate combination of their scents perfectly embodied by the precious child in his arms. Inhaling deeply, his last coherent thought; Never, Seokjin would never regret becoming a Jeon; for Jeon Jungkook is the most precious gift he could have ever asked for.
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[ Taehyung ]
Once the discussion with his father and stepmother had come to a close, Taehyung had not departed immediately from The Kim Mansion, choosing instead to pass the time with his sister-in-law and nephew. In one of the sitting rooms we find the trio; Jisoo is revising her portfolio as she pours over the photo concepts for a wedding she’s currently planning, while Taehyung keeps his nephew entertained with a deck of cards. “Uncle, how did you do that!” Kim Yugyeom exclaims in fascination as he watches the King of Hearts pop out of the deck and land before him; for it’s the very same card he had chosen at random mere minutes ago. The child scratches his head as he thinks of how his could have possibly happened, peering up at his uncle with searching eyes. “It’s magic Yug.” Taehyung chuckles, ruffling the boy’s hair, before stretching in the chair and raising to his feet he says. “That’s the last trick for the night, I should be heading out, Jisoo wanted you in bed half an hour ago.” “Can’t you stay longer?” Yugyeom asks with a bit of a whine. “No can do, I’ve got Yeontan to go home to Yug.” Taehyungs replies as he puts his coat on. “I want to see Tanie too...” Yugyeom grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest in dejection. “Hm, my schedule will be clearing up since I’ve finished one of my dramas.” Taehyung murmurs aloud in thought, before proposing an idea that he knows his nephew will be happy with. “Yeontan has been needing a lot of attention lately. Maybe you can come stay the weekend and help me care for him?” Yugyeom lights up, a wide grin on his face as he begs. “Can I mom? Say yes, say yes. I want to stay the night with uncle.” “Yes, but only if you’re on your best behavior throughout the week. I don’t want another call from your teacher.” Jisoo says firmly, coming to her son’s side, “Now go to bed before I change my mind.” “I’m going, I’m going.” Yugyeom utters joyfully, expressing his excitement by hugging his mother and then Taehyung; waving good bye before retiring to his bedroom with that wide smile still present. A hint of a smile graces his mien as he watches the child go with a bounce in his step. Taehyung had a soft spot for the tall little boy; his nephew being one of the few he wasn’t indifferent to. It had been that way ever since Taehyung had seen the blubbering year-and-a-half old toddler years prior; when he’d been reunited with the Kim’s after coming of age. At the time, Taehyung nonexistent relationship with his father and half-sister had been rocky; he held a grudge towards his absent father and hadn’t known what to make of Jennie when he’d first met her. It also came to no surprise when Taehyung accepted his sister-in-law Jisoo and his chubby little nephew right of the bat. Later, he’d warmed up to his sister; the siblings taken aback with how similar they were and now they were pretty close. Eventually, Taehyung had come to tolerate his father and stepmother as well. To the Kim’s surprise—aside from his parents—Taehyung had instantly become little Yugyeom’s favorite person. Specifically Kim Nayoung, who detested her grandson’s preference for her husbands bastard; she still hasn’t accepted her only grandchild favoring him over her. “You’re so good with him, oppa. I know you’ll be wonderful with your own someday. The person you choose to settle down with one day will be very lucky.” Jisoo compliments sincerely as she leads her brother-in-law towards the entrance of the house. “Thanks, but I have neither interest in fathering a child nor settling down; I’ve come to enjoy the lifestyle of a bachelor.” Taehyung replies monotonously, his stoic expression ever present, but Jisoo has come to recognize the swirling hurt hidden in those piercing eyes. “It’s because of her isn’t it oppa? I still can’t forgive what she did.” Jisoo utters with vehemence, looking up at her brother-in-law with a doleful expression. “It’s all my fault that you feel this way, I’m sor—" “—Jisoo, I have never once blamed you for what occurred five years ago. However, I do want you to understand that my aspirations and priorities have changed since then; so please drop this topic for good.” Taehyung requests, his gaze boring down imploringly. “I understand.” Jisoo asserts with a defeated sigh before continuing for the last time. “However, I want you to know that you’re deserving of happiness; so please don’t close that wonderful heart of yours for good.” Those words are a reflection of Taehyung’s own; that is the last exchange between them as Kim Taehyung takes his leave with heavy steps; his mind swirling with melancholic memories of the woman who succeeded in shattering his already fractured heart.
The purity of his heart now tainted, for twice Taehyung had given his all; Yet, not even the broken heart she caused could compare to the first time his heart had been ripped from within his ribcage and trampled on by him. Taehyung’s stoic mien cracks, his expression twisting in bitterness as his longing for retribution against him incites anew. Into the night Kim Taehyung vows to stop at nothing in order to dismantle his ex-lovers perfect life; for Jeon Seokjin will experience the acerbity of true heartlessness ... and by the very hands of the one he left brokenhearted almost eight years ago.
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H E A R T L E S S
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[ Seokjin ] A week and a half had passed; since then, the media had respected his wishes and had not encroached on the privacy of his home. In that time, Seokjin’s morning routine remained much the same; wake up, prepare Jungkook for school, and make a breakfast for three while packing his son’s lunch. At 7am his brother would arrive and together the trio would eat breakfast. Afterwards, Namjoon would drop of Jungkook off at school before heading to his workplace that was nearby. Once gone the Jeon residence would still back into silence. As Seokjin cleans up the kitchen, he hopes he’ll be back in time to make dinner; cooking was task he preferred to do, as he enjoyed making delicious meals to sustain his family. Today would be his first day at the company and he wasn’t sure he’d be home early. If so, he was certain that Mei would look after Jungkook and take care of the evening meal in his absence. Once he’s washed, dried, and put away the dishes he used for breakfast he head to his bedroom to prepare for the long day ahead. Thirty minutes later, he’s standing before a full length mirror, taking in his appearance as he wonders if opting out of the classic boring business suit for something more pizazz was an appropriate choice. Most definitely, he contemplates, not at all immune to the beauty he possesses, for he truly is a sight to see. The classy ensemble he’s donned is one suited for an omega of his standards; an opened black suit jacket of soft material, paired underneath with a loose v-neck silk crème, tucked into comfortably fitted matching black suit slacks that hug the curves of his ass, hips, and long legs. Moving from the setup of his vanity and floor length mirrors he makes his way down the spiraling stairwell and towards his husbands current bedroom. Jeon Seokjin is the epitome of elegancy; his movements fluid and graceful; anyone would be blessed to rest a gaze upon the undeniable loveliness of such an alluring vision. Along the length of his neck, situated above his partially exposed collar bones, rests his accessorized Mark-Protector of choice; a black inner-padded three-inch-strip of silk with a single crème pearl in the center. The protector, essentially a thick comfortable choker, stands stark against the pale smoothness of his delicate neck. The strip of silk around his neck emphasized the perfection of something unattainable. The usage of a mark-protector was one of choice for omegas and submissive betas; for it had many uses. The first; protection against forced marking or—within the high of fornication—accidental marking. The second; privacy for the most intimate of markings—the mating claim—exposing the mark only to the one who made the claim. The third; stylistic choice. It was true to an extent that most of those that choose to wear the protector were of higher social standing as opposed to those of lower social standing who were more free with expression and unrestrained by the pressure of high-society. For the omega or submissive betas that chose to wear the protector it gave off the impression that they were either unobtainable or more effort would have to be made in order to obtain them. In a sense, wearing a protector worked to either attract or repel potential suitors. For Seokjin, his choice of accessorizing was a combination of all three. The quality of his protector was a display of his high social standing and showed that he was off the market by one of the most respected businessmen of the nation; still, the effect of contrasting dark silk on his pale neck only made him more desirable to unmated alphas and dominate betas. The Jeon residence is peaceful as he makes his way to his husband. The alpha is comfortably lounging in a leather recliner, watching the morning news as he eats his breakfast from a bedside tray table situated next him. The alpha’s personal nurse relays the reading of the alpha’s vitals as Seokjin enters. The nurse bows and exits the room, giving the couple a moment of privacy. Nearing his husband, Seokjin perches himself on the man’s lap as they share an embrace, discussing intimately with each other as the alpha’s dominate pheromones penetrate the material of his clothes. The alpha noses at the strip of silk against his husbands neck; releasing the heaviest concentration of his scent on the protector. Jeon’s marking his territory; a sign of his anxiousness over sending his husband off into a corporate world dominated by those who’d want for the gorgeous omega in his possession. “I love you.” “I know.” […] […] […]
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[ Jungkook ] “Uncle Joonie, you don’t have to come all the way to my classroom to drop me off.’ Jungkook informs knowingly, as he looks up at his uncle with an adorable trademark eye-smile when they reach his homeroom. “Nonsense Kook, I must navigate you through these halls or you may end up lost, something I cannot allow to happen on my watch.” Namjoon states firmly, helping his nephew to remove his backpack and bento box as his eyes wander around the classroom looking for a specific someone. “Uncle, It’s a good thing my class is in the first hall or else I’d really get lost. That’s why Ome says not to follow you blindly.” Jungkook informs, remembering the day they got lost on the metro; his uncle had lost his phone and couldn’t find the right route back to their stop. Since then his uncle had invested in a vehicle, but Jungkook would never forget that failure. Slightly offended, Namjoon opens his mouth to dispute that claim. “I’ll have you know— “Good morning Jungkook. I see your uncle brought you all the way here again.” Jung Hoseok greets smiling widely at his student before raising an eyebrow at the tall alpha standing behind the child. “Morning Teacher Seokie, you look really pretty today!” Jungkook exclaims happily, always a charmer as he runs up to give the thin omega a hug. “That’s why my silly uncle pretends he doesn’t want Kookie lost; so he can come see you.” Jungkook whispers loudly, causing said uncle to flush with embarrassment as he just about chokes on his saliva. “Oh?” Hoseok murmurs, a blush appearing on the apples of his cheeks as he shyly glances at the alpha who appears to currently be suffering as he gasps for air. Hoseok can’t help but feel flattered as he sees how worked up the alpha is getting, because this is the first time he’s witnessed it to this extent. “I—I—I—” Namjoon stutters, beginning to fidget with those gorgeous eyes gazing directly at him, as he tries to articulate. accidently knocking his arm against Jungkook’s open cubby, causing the door to unhinge with the force. Namjoon, Hoseok, and even Jungkook wince at the creaking sound of bending metal as the alpha looks down at the omega with wide apologetic eyes as he opens his mouth to voice the sentiment. “I’M SORRY!” Namjoon hollers without volume control as the tip of his ears flame red and several little pairs of eyes turn to him. Unfortunately, this is a familiar occurrence to the teacher—and the students—for something always tended to break whenever the tall alpha steps a foot into his classroom.. “L—L—Look at the time, haha, I’ll see you later K—Kook!” He desperately farewells, turning on his heel to stride away, only to end up bumping against the supplies table; causing the bucket of crayons to tip over and roll off the surface. The crayons scatter everywhere, rolling in every direction as Namjoon quickly bends down to retrieve the bucket and set it back down in its place. In mortification, he glances back at the omega, practically dyeing inside at the notion that the teacher always seems to catch him at his worse moments. Namjoon tears his gaze away to continue stumbling towards the exit; skidding on crayons along the way as they crunch beneath his heavy steps; the inner alpha covers its head with its paws as the sound resounds. Many of the students snicker as they watch the adult make a full of himself in front of their teacher “Silly uncle, you got no Jams.” Jungkook utters, shaking his head as he watches his tall awkward uncle flee from the disaster he’s created. “This is the like the hundredth time he’s broken Kookie’s cubby.” He pouts, when he moves to put his bento box away, sighing exasperatedly at the damage. Hoseok smooth’s his favorite student’s hair down comfortingly, before addressing the class. “Alright children, you know the drill, it’s clean up time.” Several groans and grumbles can be heard as the students get down on their hands and knees to begin collecting the salvable crayons. The corners of Hoseok’s lips turn up as he gets out the broom and hands Jungkook the dustpan; together they dispose of the broken pieces littering the floor. Hoseok can’t help the bright disposition he radiates as the task of straightening up the classroom continues. Hoseok makes note of replacing his crayon stock as he imagines what his next encounter with the eccentric and clumsy prone alpha will bring. ‘That handsome alpha thinks I’m pretty…’ […] […] […]
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[ Taehyung ] “There’s no changing your mind…an omega…really?” Min Yoongi asks, more rhetorically then anything as the current destination comes into view. “You’ve been adamant about your preferences for male betas, so why is this male omega an exception?” He questions, this time with a furrow to his brow, as he tries to understand his friend’s reasoning; knowing the other alpha isn’t telling him the whole truth over accepting a blind courting date with some high class omega. “My father is planning to reveal our relationship soon. Thus, setting me up with the Omega of the Park’s is another stepping stone that’ll work in our favor when the time to debut within high society comes.” Taehyung answers honestly, his face as inexpressive as ever as he clarifies. “The omega is absolutely stunning and it would be a lie if I were to deny the appeal. I’ve disregarded my own rules, since he has most of the features I look for in my beta conquests.” Taehyung continues, this time a twitch of a frown pulling at the corner of his lip as he says. “However, he does happen to have big eyes, full lips, and the ability to conceive. The physical qualities in a partner you know I avoid at all costs.” “Ah, see, now it all makes sense.” Yoongi murmurs as he pulls up to the curb of fancy café that values the privacy of their wealthy customers at all costs; the owners and employees cater to making sure that anything taking place within—stays within. “It pleases me to see that you’ve decided to give an omega a chance…they’re not all like Him.” “There’s more to this than that. I’ll tell you sometime soon, when I’ve figured it all out.” Taehyung ends with a mischievous grin, before thanking the elder and getting off with a backhanded wave as he strides towards the entrance, nodding at the heavy security guarding the doors to the building. “VIP Room #7.” Is all Taehyung says when he gets to the counter. The hostess blushes deeply when she sees who’s approached. Nodding, she checks his name off on the roster and time slot for that particular room, allowing him to pass beyond the lobby and into the private hallway adjacent from the main opening to the fancy café. The actor makes his own way to the designated room, while the hostess is left in a giggly mess, gushing over the way the handsome alpha had thanked her. Taehyung arrives outside the sliding wooden door of the room and quietly inches it open to observe the omega sitting with his back facing him as he attempts to calm the nervousness creeping up; unintentionally intruding on the omega as the other begins to speak. Respectfully, he should step away and allow the other to finish the call in privacy. However, the moment he hears who the omega addresses, such intention flees as he stays rooted to his spot eavesdropping: “ Jin n ie , this is the last date I’m going on. If it turns out as bad as the rest, then I’ll just have to come to terms with being single forever.” Jimin grumbles into the speaker of his phone. ‘Hey, I’m going to make this short since I’m pulling up at Jeon Corp, but just relax Jiminie. Isn’t this alpha your meeting today supposedly an admirer of yours? I’m sure the Kim spouse wouldn’t have recommended a mediocre suitor. I’m positive this date won’t be as bad as the others.’ “Ugh, I hope so! My date should be showing up soon and if he’s more than a minute late I’m marching. Anyway, I’ll let you go now. I’m sure you’ll do great on your first day. I wish you luck hyung!” Jimin utters with a little pout that soon turns into a smile as he hears his friend’s trademark laughter resonate in his ear. ‘ Thanks, you too, and try to be a bit more open-minded with this next suitor. I have a good feeling he might be the one for you. ’ The call comes to an end and Jimin’s pout returns as he jiggles his leg anxiously while he awaits his blind date. Totally unware that said date had been observing him for sometime now and had overheard Jimin’s conversation with his friend. The sound of the sliding door opening captures his attention and he looks over his shoulder to take in the figure looming in the doorway for a split second. Jimin turns away a second later with an annoyed sigh as he waits for the his date to enter and take the lone seat across from him; from what he could make out in that quick glance was that his date had a good physique although he didn’t get a very good look at the alpha’s features due to the dim lighting of the hallway. The sliding door closing shut, footsteps nearing, the empty chair being pulled out are all sounds he registers as he keeps his gaze down casted. The scooting of a chair and the clearing of a throat comes next before a deeply sensuous voice sounds. “Hello, It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Park Jimin—” That velvety tone of voice Jimin did not expect and looking up to return the greeting he jumps a little in his chair while his eyes widen as the features of the alpha opposite him come into clear focus and his jaw drops when the alpha continues. “—I appreciate the acceptance of my courting offer, I’m Kim Taehyung, and it’s an honor.” The alpha’s smile is charming and Jimin’s heart skips a beat at having such a radiant smile directed at him. He’s still in a state of stupor, shocked by the identity of his date of the day, for the person before him is Kim Taehyung—The Kim Taehyung—A-List Celebrity and one of the most sought after bachelors of the nation. […] The room falls into silence while Park Jimin tries to gather his bearings as Kim Taehyung observes him. The piercing gaze gleaming in amusement as that false and uncommon smile he gave the omega slowly changes into one of sincerity; finding the stupefaction of the omega rather cute. “…L—Likewise.” Jimin finally stutters with a blush, embarrassed at having passed the last couple of minutes staring blatantly with his mouth agape. “My views lean more towards liberalism and progressiveness. I’m also the type of person who prefers frankness and directness; so please feel at ease to ask or speak whatever is on your mind where it concerns me. I can assure you I will not mind.” Taehyung starts, wanting to put his views on the dynamic and roles of the tier classification out in the open so the Park Heir will be aware that he meets the criteria of what the omega wanted in a special someone. The tension in Park Jimin eases as he takes in what the alpha’s words; feeling much more comfortable, he returns the alpha’s smile with his trademark eye-smile. This surprising suitor had already jumped to the top of the list of potentials, for the alpha had made an effort to make him feel welcomed and comfortable. He’d also been the only one to successfully do so amongst the alphas and betas he’d courted in the past week and a half. The alpha was being open with him; allowing him to express himself freely without the hindrance of the alpha-omega dynamic. It was something that none of his previous dates had attempted to do. Was it because this alpha was self-made in his wealth? His previous dates were all pretentious fellow heirs or boring wealthy businessmen. From what he could recall in passing, Kim Taehyung was someone of an humble background who had climbed the social ladder through commitment and hardwork until he became the icon that he is today. This is all in afterthought, because a he sits in front of the handsome actor he can’t help but feel the attraction and the peeking of his interest; for Jimin wants to know more of Kim Taehyung. “Thank you. I guess I’ll start with something simple and then go from there.” Jimin says, throwing away all pretension of giving off the impression of a proper and respective heir as he gets comfortable; propping an elbow onto the table and rests his chin on his palm as he free hand taps away on the surface. “What’s your favorite color? Mine’s purple.” “Black.” Taehyung answers simply, and like that it continues comfortably, getting to know one another as they enjoy each other’s company; eating from platters of a delicious variety as the courting date extends way past its initial time. Neither bothering to put an end to it as the date passes successfully amongst the aroma of peaches and cinnamon; a very pleasing combination to both their sensitive noses. Eventually the date comes to an end and they’re about to go there separate ways when the omega calls out. “Kim Taehyung!” The alpha stops in his tracks turning to look down at the petite omega with a raised brow. “I, Park Jimin, officially accept your courting proposal.” The omega states firmly, a pretty blush on the apples of his cheeks as he keeps the alpha from leaving empty handed. A triumphant grin graces the handsomely chiseled face. “This means your officially my omega then?” Taehyung questions aloud as the omega confirms with a bashful nod. The confirmation is all he needs to press his lips chastely against the shorter forehead. “Excellent, I’ll see you soon.” Then the moment is over, the alpha leaving the omega behind with a blushing face and an erratically beating heart. Park Jimin watches as the alphas wonderful physique disappears from sight. “Jinnie was right.” Jimin says to himself dreamily as he turns and walks away; looking forward to the next encounter with his handsome suitor. […] […] […] Meanwhile, Kim Taehyung leaves unaffected. Its unfortunate, F or his heart remains as cold as ever. […] […] […] [ A/N ] I hope ya’ll enjoyed this chapter. I’ve been busy and was trying to focus a bit on my other stories but I was itching to write this one even though I said I’d update my other ones first. Anywho , please leave your thoughts.
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Arch Two
Chapter 11
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[ The 4th of December ] The month of November had come to an end. In that time, the lives of our protagonists and antagonists had been weaving into a premeditated and intricate web that would soon come to a head; for a scheme is in motion, the countdown to the 4th approaching. For it was on this very day—many years ago—where a young and sweet alpha with a heart of gold built up the courage to enter the life of the omega he'd been infatuated with since the Age of Ten. On that particular day of December, Nine-years-ago, the omega in question had been celebrating his 19th birthday in a club a few towns over from their hometown. The location was well chosen, for the omega was one of profound beauty and status; the eldest son of the towns mayor; it would be a shame if his old man found how hard he was partying at the moment. The young alpha shouldn’t have been there that night; he was only fifteen after all, but a couple of weeks later he too would be turning a year older; for he would be celebrating his 16th birthday on the 30th of the same month. That night bodies moved in sync; sun-kissed tan against pearly white. They found completion within the other; a connection so deep that one night would never be enough. It was an affair that would last a full year and only complicate with an unwanted pregnancy. True to the personality of the kind alpha, he'd been more than supportive, prepared to do what it takes to be there for the omega he'd carelessly impregnated. Contrary to the supposed reputation of that young alpha, the omega had been the first of his most intimate experiences; his first crush, his first kiss, his first sexual partner, and in that time of coming together; his first love. The enamored alpha would have done anything for the omega who was leagues out of his league. To him, any adversary that came their way could be faced as long as they were together. A sentiment unrequited, for the omega did not feel the same, and he'd heartlessly made it clear. That any connection ever felt was a farce, because love did not exist mutually between them, and it never would. Thier relationship was a simple affair, nothing more, for his future held more than what the penniless alpha could offer. It was never meant to be, never meant to last; the one forming within him was a mistake that should've never happened. As if to prove his point, the omega had gotten rid of it. Yes, it was his decision, but this only occurred after he'd supposedly decided to keep it. The naïve alpha had allowed himself to get attached to an entity that was yet to be, for he never expected the omega to change his decision. Like that, everything fell apart. The alpha had been devastated, his emotions toyed with by the older omega; becoming heartless and cruel in his eyes. The breakup was spent mourning the loss of a child he’d looked forward to welcoming into the world; one that would never be . That was the end of a sexually based relationship, because that was all it had been. In the end, they'd gone their separate ways, nothing to tie them together any longer; it should have remained that way. Sadly, the alpha could not forget the way he’d been made to feel; as if he were nothing but a worthless stain in the life of an omega that was meant for better prospects. The cruelty of that omega had kept him driven as he set out to make something of himself. Then came the time when the alpha had chosen to forget, to let the past remain behind him, in an attempt at a chance of happiness with a new flame. Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be, his serious romance seemingly repeating itself with a different outcome. This only fueled the resentment and anger built up inside him. Yes, that female beta had been the one to toy with him this time around, but it was the male omega from his past that became his focus; for the beta had only ever been a denied substitution for the omega he truly wanted.
It’s an obsession; for that omega would be his to toy with; even if he has to repossess him though loathsome means.
The alpha in question doesn’t expect those looking in to understand his reasoning or fixation over a shared tryst from long ago. Then again, only he recalled the truth; for the omega had been blinded by the intensity of the only heat they'd ever shared together, to grasp how deep their connection had truly went. This however, is a recounting for another time . Thus, a return to the present time, where on this particular day of December, eight years down the road, the long awaited reencounter of ex-lovers would soon be occurring within this narrative. […] […] […]
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[ To Summate ] The relationship between Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin had progressed within the month of November. Now officially courting, the couple had grown closer. They'd gone on many dates and that time together was spent getting to know each other better. The Park's had been more than taken with Kim Taehyung and had solidified the act of courting by finalizing the acceptance as they gave their blessing to the celebrity. The Parks had never been sticklers for the traditions of the Elite; caring less about the esteem of a profession or vocation, as long as the suitor and potential son-in-law treated their precious youngest with respect, consideration, kindness, and the outmost care. For now the protective Park's had placed their trust in their son's suitor; giving the benefit of the doubt to the young actor while the youngest of them radiated happiness. However, only to the extent of Jimin's wellbeing; leaving it quite clear that Taehyung would know the wrath of the Park's if Jimin were to ever be hurt in any way-shape-or-form. The tactic of intimidation coming mostly from Park Chanyeol who took his role as the overprotective alpha sibling very seriously; using his height to emphasize the low-key threat by towering over the slightly shorter alpha; he'd be damned if a chiseled face made his fluffy-little-Mochi cry. Thus, when the majority of the Park's had been singing praises and opening their hospitality to the suitor of their omega heir. Park Chanyeol had spent most of that time either side-eying or glaring at the other alpha as imaginary cautionary bells rang in his head; there was just something about Kim Taehyung that unsettled him. Maybe it was the shrewdness he swore he glimpsed within that gaze? A hint of malicious intent that didn’t fit with the amicable demeanor directed towards his family members. It was also possible that Chanyeol was reaching with such preconceptions, but he couldn’t be certain that the others intentions were benevolent; for it wouldn’t be the first time an heir had been utilized for the selfish intent of climbing the social ladder in order to worm a way into the circle of the Elites. To Chanyeol everything about this suitor seemed false—too good to be true—considering the fact that the alpha made a living by pretending. Then again, maybe he was inventing these types of thoughts because no one would ever be good enough for his precious baby brother and Kim Taehyung was definitely not the exception. Here, some food for thought ; for the suspicions of the Alpha Heir of Park Group will be revisited further on. Hence , a return to the start of this summation: For the relationship between the two courtiers was still in the stage of being unrevealed to the media—and most of the people that surrounded them as well. This decision was a mutual one; wanting to know more of each other before their new Relationship is brought to light and the opinion of the public would be an interference; something rather common where it concerns well-known figures. In respect to his suitor, Park Jimin had even refrained from sharing the details of who he was courting to his close friends. It had been somewhat hard to do at first because Jimin was dying to reveal the identity of his handsome suitor to the closest of his friends; Kim Jisoo and Jeon Seokjin.
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[ Seokjin ]
The Jeon Spouse hadn't been all that perturbed of not knowing the identity of the suitor. Although his curiosity had grown as the days went by and his friend’s gushing became a norm in their conversations. If anything, Seokjin was glad that Jimin appeared to be making a connection with who he was courting. That alpha must be extraordinary; considering he seemed to be the ideal type Jimin was looking for in a special someone. In that same time—Jeon Seokjin attempted to settle into his role as the current face of Jeon Corp; his presence more a necessity of positive propaganda. If anything, it was seen more of something negative where it concerned the corporate men and women who had worked for their position and had the actual credentials to back it up. Jeon Seokjin's position within the company was seen as one of Nepotism; to them it was obvious the omega was only there to look pretty, sign papers, and sit at the head of the board-table as Jeon's right hand men did the actual work.
Seokjin wanted to prove them otherwise, but how could he when such speculation was accurate?
There was something that came out of the suppressed waves of animosity towards his person; for this was the most uncomplicated way of drawing out those who were either questioning their loyalty to the Jeon Group or had long ceased to be loyal.
This, however, was not at the forefront of his mind as he leaves work early around midday.
From the expansive office on the top floor, to the executive hall of offices, towards the rows of cubicles, into the elevators, and through the lobby he goes. Jeon Seokjin strides with his head held high, in the middle of of his entourage as he's escorted past the loitered entrance to Jeon Corp and ushered inside the modest limo awaiting him. The hired entourage successfully keeping the reporters and media personal looking to capture the exquisite visual and allusiveness of the Jeon spouse at bay. In a habit of thought, as the limo drives off, Seokjin touches the silk black choker that stands stark against the pale smoothness of his expansive and delicate neck from within the backseat of the vehicle as he recalls his past memories of this specific day. This year he’d be celebrating at a frequented café with those he considered friends. Afterward he planned on personally picking up his son from school and spending the rest of his day with him. Then, his birthday would come to a close with a private and peaceful dinner with Jeon; without the presence of their precious Kookie . The trip to the café passes by quickly, Seokjin dismisses the driver as he gets off and makes his way past the security. The hostess greets him cheerfully and allows him through the main entrance and into the cozy layout of the café. The vast amount of tables are spread apart, giving the occupants peace of mind to speak aloud. Seokjin recognizes a few acquaintances and celebrities scattered about; he doesn’t look too closely, that was the charm of this place, a public setting without the overbearingness of the paparazzi. Here, mostly everyone minded their own business. It doesn't take him long to spot his small group of friends at a table in the alcove of a corner. There, at rectangular table with four chairs sits a prim Kim Jisoo, the lovely vision of a proper lady as she gives him a smile. In front of her, Park Jimin clambers off his chair to wave him over enthusiastically even though he’s already making his way there. Seokjin takes the empty seat next to Jisoo, the one across from Jimin, and in front of Goo Hara as he warmly greets his friends; glad to meet up with them after being occupied with Jeon Corp. The expecting mother has an amazing glow about her, and Seokjin can't help but inform her of how radiant she appeared to be. Even if she looked ready to enter labor any moment now. The four of them catch up on each others life for about half an hour before deciding to order nourishment. After choosing something from the menu they place their order in with their waiter and wait for the meal to be prepared. They continue conversation amongst them, the ambiance pleasant as laughter cues between them. Topics of discussion anything from: the hunky of a waiter, to the color pattern of the curtains on the panoramic window overlooking the bustling city and ocean beyond, to Hara's impending due date, and even how they must make sure to age like fine wine in the years to come. Seokjin's celebration had started off wonderfully; it could only get better from here. If only he had known what would be coming in the next few minutes, with the reentrance of someone from his past intruding into his life; the one who would test his limits and the perfectly crafted world of an Elite. […] One… […] Two… […] Three… […] “Excuse us, but we saw you from the distance, and curiosity got the better of me. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be in your presence once again.” A charming masculine voice sounds, one so familiar that the translucent little hairs on the pale skin of the birthday boy stand on end as goosebumps breakout. “Oppa?” “It's nice to see you again Jisoo.” That familiar voice continues, and Seokjin turns rigid, clutching his phone as if it’s a lifeline, his fingers paling with the tightness. “However, I must acknowledge that it was this stunning omega here who captivated my attention from the very first glance.” Jimin blushes red, his bubbly laughter escaping, feeling touched and flattered by the sweet, romanticized words. “Hello, Tae, after last night I’m happy to see you so soon. This is Hara, Seokjin, and I assume you know Jisoo?” He says, motioning to his friends, who smile politely at the two alphas, with the exception of Seokjin's whose head and gaze remain lowered. “Good afternoon, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance; I’m Kim Taehyung and this is my good friend Min Yoongi. To answer your question Minnie, yes, Jisoo and I met through her wife Jennie who is also a friend of mine.” That name, Seokjin had known all along from the moment he'd spoken and his hands are clammy against the smooth screen of his cell phone as he trembles with anxiety, building the courage to finally look up and face a ghost from his past; his wide panicky gaze meeting with an impassive icy one; his breath immediately hitching, a feeling of suffocation, for no warmth exists in those frigid orbs. The connection of their gazes last a second, but it feels like an eternity. The alpha is the one to avert his gaze first; no sign of acknowledgment in his stoic mien as he focuses on the other male omega. It’s as if Seokjin is nothing but another face in the crowd; as if they never shared a past together. Great. Fantastic. That’s how it should be, because they never meant anything to each other anyway. This reencounter would not affect him, he’s Jeon Seokjin, and he'd best remember that; gone was the insignificant omega he used to be, for he was now a figure of importance, and no godforsaken idealistic alpha would change that. Yet, why is something afflictive stirring within him as he witnesses the distasteful scenes that follow? “This is him, my suitor.” Jimin informs bashfully, raising to his feet to embrace the alpha, resting his head on the toned chest as he looks at each of his friends shyly. “I didn’t want to keep it a secret from you all, but I am being courted by a celebrity with an Army of fans.” Jimin says with pouty lips; a pout that was wiped from existence as the alpha inclines his head and captures that soft mouth with his own. Jimin, surprised by the passion within the kiss, let’s out a breathy whine, enjoying the dominance of his suitor as those sinful hands grip his waist possessively. The equilibrium of his stance, loosing balance, with the overwhelming heatedness of such a kiss. In the time he spent alone with his suitor he had never once acted so passionately untamed, it was a side of him he didn’t mind experiencing again. Hopefully, in the privacy of a bedroom and not in a room full of occupants. “Ahem,” The sound of a throat being cleared pulls Jimin from the haze of fervor. “Though I find this rather enjoyable due to my voyeuristic tendencies, even I must admit that this is not the most decent of places to copulate.” Embarrassed Jimin glances over to his suitor’s friend to utter an apology, only to freeze when his gaze lands on an attractively blank face and mint colored hair, as his beating heart lurches within his ribcage. No, it was impossible. That Min Yoongi couldn't possibly be him. If so, why now? Not when he’d finally accepted someone special into his life; for Park Jimin had eventually given up on his search for the Mystery Man that had entered his life and left on the same day all those months back. No, he must be mistaken… Jimin bows to his friends and the mint-haired alpha, shaking his head to clear his conflicting thoughts as he says apologetically with a shy chuckle. “My apologies, I got carried away, Tae here knows how to sweep me off my feet.” Here, cues the awkward laughter amongst the six of them; the lives of four of them intertwining even more. […] […] […] This is called the cruelty of fate and in this narration, no one will come out unscathed . […] […] […] Honestly, I really love writing this story, and it flows from my fingers, but I get discouraged. I feel like this is boring and maybe that's why this fic lacks readers and commenters. Anywho, I appreciate all those who do take the time to comment. It gives inspiration honestly! ^^
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[ Seokjin ] “The two of you should join us.” Hara offers with a smile. “If it's alright with Jin oppa.” Jisoo says, as she reminds. “It’s his birthday we’re celebrating after all.” “Oh? Happy Birthday then.” Min Yoongi speaks, his voice smooth as he addresses said birthday boy. “We wouldn’t want to intrude on your celebration.” “Jinnie doesn’t mind, right hyung?” Jimin questions cutely grinning at his friend with that irresistible smile and energy. “Right.” The other male omega answers, after a few awkward seconds tick by, his posture rigid in his chair. “I guess we'll join in on the celebration then.” Yoongi says as the waiter adds a chair to each end of the table. “I'm rearranging the seating, I want Tae next to me.” Jimin utters with a hum, contemplating the seating with his short digit tapping at his chin. “My beautiful women, the new chairs are all yours.” Hara shrugs, moving to the end of the table near Seokjin, giving up her spot, allowing the actor to sit beside Jimin and in front of the birthday boy. Jisoo rolls her eyes in good humor to Jimin's silliness and questions him teasingly. “Must I move when there’s a chair available for Yoongi already?” “I want him in front of me.” Jimin blurts, before continuing quickly to blabber away endearingly awkwardly. “T—That way he can, um, be facing me when I grill him over Tae, plus, aesthetic is important and with two lovely ladies at the ends it’ll complete our overall look. I mean, we make a pretty attractive group if you ask me, haha.” “It's a good thing you're cute.” Jisoo says as she moves and Yoongi sits with an eyebrow raised; wondering if his best friend’s new flame is a little dim in the head. Jimin plops down in his own seat and pouts at Jisoo's offhanded compliment. “I was born to be the cutest!” “You’re also the loudest.” Hara adds unhelpfully, buttering a warm roll from the bead basket in the center of the table that the waiter just places down along with handing the two alphas the menu to order there meals. If it were any other time, Seokjin probably would’ve snorted at that follow up comment, but not now, not when he can feel the gaze of the alpha on him. Heavy, as if he's trying to bore a hole into his face. This situation he'd been placed in came from nowhere. It…he doesn’t know how to react or even how to act. No matter how much he tries to tell himself that he's not affected by the alpha, it’s a lie. How could he not be affected by the sudden presence of someone he'd never thought to see again? It’s just uncomfortable, sitting at a table with an ex-lover whom he parted with on bad terms. He doesn’t even know how he feels and he can't even meet the others frigid gaze. Thus, Seokjin keeps his attention on his cellphone. He’s aware that he may appear to be rude, but right now the feeling of the device in his hand is the only thing keeping him grounded. Its ridiculous, resorting to typing a mixture of profanity and random keyboard letters, only to send it to his own phone number to appear occupied with messaging someone. “I hope the menu isn't printed in French this time.” Yoongi mutters to himself before picking something randomly off if it and Taehyung calls over the waiter to place both their orders in. The two alphas food is quickly prepared as the order for that table had been ready and was only being kept warm so the six occupants of that table could eat their meal together. The food is brought out to them and they begin eating. There’s pleasant conversation between bites and laughter, before they know it an hour passes. The food long gone and servings of desserts laid out. Jimin appears to be having a great time, occasionally leaning he head on his suitors shoulder, as the actor makes him blush with an array of compliments. If Seokjin peeks at them through his thick and long eyelashes with a small grimace, the whole time, its only because he doesn’t like the fact that his close friend is now associated with someone from his past; a person he never bothered to tell his friend about, because it was of no importance. The past was meant to be left behind and not sitting directly in front of him, flirting with said friend. “Hyung, isn’t my suitor handsome!” Jimin calls, having noticed how quiet and withdrawn his friend had been acting and wanted to have him participate more in his own celebration. “Mhm.” Seokjin hums uncommitted, internally slapping himself with how rude and cowardly he’s being. Seokjin cant believe he’s allowing the alphas presence to affect him in this way. There's no reason for him to be acting this way. So what if he's seeing the ex-lover he intentionally hurt and left brokenhearted? That had been Kim Seokjin , and who he was now had come to terms with his past, moving on from that chapter of his life for good. Thus, there is no reason for him to feel this way, he’s no longer the powerless coward he used to be. No, he’s Jeon Seokjin, and with his surname comes the esteem and power of being the Omega Spouse of Jeon Group. Therefore, he places on his mask of being the perfect Elite, his body relaxing as he gathers his bearings and eases into his perfected act. “The both of you look great together, soon we should hold another celebration for your official courting Jimin.” Seokjin says steadily, keeping eye-contact with the couple as he flashes them a smile. “I’d like that, but only if you help me plan it. Honestly, I owe it all to you. I was ready to stand him up on that day, but I listened to you and stayed to give him him a chance. Hyung, you were right.” Jimin confesses with a genuine gratitude towards his friend. In that moment, Seokjin feels like the worst person in the world, because that pure happiness that Jimin basically glitters, leaves him feeling internally turbid; the mask cracks. “Excuse me a moment, I need to visit the washroom.” Seokjin mumbles, pushing his plate away and rapidly departing from the table, in major need of clearing his head so he can think reasonably; because right now, he can't seem to find a reason in himself to be happy for his friend. Meanwhile, Taehyung watches as Seokjin excuses himself to head to the washroom. A few minutes pass before he excuses himself for the same reason, striding in the same direction with a mischievous pull of his lips. The amicable front he'd been presenting all the while had been for pretenses, but with him, there would be no pretending; Kim Taehyung's playing to triumph after all.
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[ Jungkook ] Elsewhere , Jeon Jungkook is blissfully keeping to himself as he makes wonderful artwork suited for his beautiful omether. It happened to be his ome's birthday today and Jungkook had spent most of his morning dedicating arts and craft time to hand-making presents for the one who'd given him life. This day should've been a great one and when those two idiots came up to his table Jungkook knew the happiness of his day would quickly turn unhappy. “Hey, rabbit teeth, because of your crazy uncle we always end up having to clean.” The giant grumbles, coming to hover around the corner of the art station where he was situated. “My uncle’s just clumsy, he's not crazy.” Jungkook defends, frowning up at the giant and the friend with the funny accent, as he covers his drawing with his arms to prevent them from seeing it. That morning, Uncle Joonie had unsurprisingly made a fool of himself by knocking over the stack of homework folders Teacher Seokie had been grading; causing a big mess as all the sheets inside the folders scattered everywhere, mixing up the student's homework from the week. “It’s not fair that teacher always makes us clean.” The omega boy with the accent says, his hands on his hips as he makes a face at Jungkook. “I shouldn’t be made to do such a gross thing.” “I don’t even clean my own bedroom, why should I have to clean up after the mess your crazy uncle makes?” The tall alpha boy grumbles, continuing as he says. “My parents don’t pay tuition for me to learn how to do menial tasks.” Jungkook rolls his eyes and states evenly. “It doesn’t even take long to pick up a few pieces of paper and some crayons. You’re just whining for no reason.” “I’m not whining rabbit teeth, I’m telling it how it is.” The alpha boy says, placing his palms on the surface of the desk with a smack as he leans down to narrow his eyes at the sitting boy as he continues with distaste. “I don’t even know how someone like you can be an Elite.” “I don’t either, he’s so not as classy as the rest of us.” The friend says as his catty gaze finds what the boy is trying to hide and in a quick motion he takes it away as he continues meanly. “Awe, look at what rabbit teeth was trying to hide from us. Isn’t it just so ugly, like him?” “That’s for my Ome, give it back!” Jungkook pleads, raising to his feet as he tries to get ahold of his drawing that is being held out of reach by the taller duo. “Yeah, it’s very ugly, looks like a rabbit drew it.” The tallest boy jabs, as he snatches the drawing from his friend and takes two sides of the sheet. “I should make it even uglier.”
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[ Taehyung ] Taehyung observes the omega, from the washroom archway, his gaze tracing that sinfully curvaceous figure until coming to a stop on the round perky little ass that was sticking out a bit from the way the omega was positioned over one of the sinks. Jeon Seokjin is unaware of the alpha's presence, his sense of smell dulled from his daily dose of suppressants, and too occupied with splashing water on his face to perceive his surroundings. Turning of the faucet with a sigh, he looks up, squeaking embarrassingly when takes notice of the alpha through the reflection of the mirror. “It wasn’t my intention to startle you.” Taehyung evens, nearing the sink beside the omega, while unclasping his cufflinks to fold up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Turning on the faucet he begins washing his hands, his gaze never averting from Seokjin's through the reflection. “The years have been good to you, you’re as beautiful as I remember.” The compliment takes him off guard and Seokjin cant help but furrow his brow as he contemplates the changes in the alpha that he used to know. If anything, the years had done wonders for Taehyung, the softness and fullness of his once adolescent face, having been replaced with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a prominent jaw line. Those striking features of his were unbelievably symmetrical, as if the universe chiseled his sculptured face with all the time in existence, embodying perfection and features fit for a god in a mere human. Now, Seokjin feels uncertainty. The ill-feeling that had him escaping to the washroom in the first place had dissipated the moment it was only the two of them alone. It’s such a conflicting and confusing acknowledgment; insecurity arising with how to proceed. In spite of the impression he may have given, from previous contemplations, he has never disliked nor harbored any ill-feelings towards Taehyung. The thing is, Seokjin doesn’t like it when situations arise out of the blue and he isn’t able to control the circumstances. Despite Taehyung's sudden reappearance, and the slight breakdown of how to deal with it. There's a part of him that's actually happy and proud to see the man that boy grew up to be, because even though he had been the one to break that young heart, he was still appreciative of the good times they did have. “I…” Seokjin trails, his brow furrowing as he tries to find the correct words to relay. “I always wanted to congratulate you for debuting as an actor.” “Is that so?” Taehyung utters with skepticism, his eyebrow raising in that habitual way. Seokjin nods, hesitantly giving the other smile. “I knew you would make it.” “That’s not how I recall it.” Taehyung follows up bluntly and expressionless, those dark orbs showing no warmth. The smile falters instantly, Seokjin's eyes prickling, as he tries to salvage the conversation. “I know we didn’t part on the best of terms, but we’ve both moved on and settled into our lives.” Seokjin dabs the droplets of water off his face with a tissue, quickly drying the unshed tears in his eyes before the alpha can see. The tissue is tossed in the bin, and when he looks back at the alpha the other is suddenly closer. “I am happy for you, whether you believe me or not.” Seokjin stresses, trying to show his sincerity, while having to slightly tilt his head back to make eye contact with the alpha. The height difference is apparent, for Seokjin had always been rather leggy, even back then, when he had a few inches over the young alpha, but now the other was almost a head taller. It's then, when Taehyung chooses to drop the polite pretense. “Do you believe in Fate, Seokjin?” Taehyung questions, calling the omega by his name for the first time, as he takes sure and steady steps towards the elder until he’s stepping into his personal space; trapping the omega in the corner where the sink meets wall. Seokjin, surprised by the sudden crowding, hurriedly backtracks, pressing up against the wall as if to keep the distance between them when all his position really does is trap him between the wall, sink, and Taehyung. This change in stance he does not like, his exits blocked by the dominate and masculine form less than a foot away. If Taehyung thinks he'll let himself be intimidated in this position, than he’s sadly mistaken. “I don’t believe in fate.” Seokjin answers, sticking out his chin as he meets that piercing gaze defiantly. “Neither do I.” Taehyung murmurs, enjoying the fire in those honey brown eyes, as he steps even closer, hunching slightly and tilting his head to be at eye level with the omega as he continues. “Tell me, do you think it’s a coincidence we're meeting on your birthday?” “W—What are you implying?” Seokjin stutters dumbfounded, wondering if he’s misinterpreting what he’s hearing. “That I knew there would be a celebration here today, and of course, who the birthday boy would be.” Taehyung admits, leaning dangerously closer, his mouth only millimeters away from the omega's as he huskily continues his admission, frank and direct as ever. “You see Jin, I’m not here for Jimin.” The omega's lips part with a gasp, comprehending the implication, as the alpha smoothly takes advantage of that lusciously plump mouth. —Fuck—Is the thought that passes through Taehyung's mind as he gently claims that cavern for himself, not having planned for this to happen, well, at least not this soon. The omega halts all movement, completely frozen in place as Taehyung all but drinks up the sweetness of his taste. It’s been a long time, but he recalls the honeyed apple taste of the omega to be a burst of delicious flavor, but now it’s nothing but a faint imitation. The suppressants the omega must be on were at fault for this and he had known from the moment he approached the table, both annoyed that he wouldn’t get the chance to inhale that scent after so long, and glad that those pills were in affect, because it’s most likely the only reason he has his conscience in check. Taehyung's inner alpha remaining subdued under his control; only stirring slightly within him, confused by the presence of the omega that is both familiar and unfamiliar. This only urges him to take more as he releases that plump bottom lip from between his own and slides his tongue right into that fruity warmth, teasing it against the unmoving one, before mischievously pressing closer and giving it an erotic suck. This action causes a strangled moan to escape from Seokjin's captured mouth, an electrifying current churning in the pit of his stomach. The sudden spike of an apple-based scent enveloping them for a split second before vanishing in the next as if never existing, while the wanton whine triggers the awakening from his stupor as he finally shoves the alpha away with an indignant cry.
“ Yah, Kim Taehyung!”
The shove barely does anything, but Taehyung allows some distance between them as he moves away on his own accord, unfolding his sleeves and fastening the cufflinks as if nothing ever happened, his expression unreadable and stoic as ever. The nonchalance indifference can not be said for the riled up omega who quickly begins rinsing out the aroma of spice from his mouth with soapy water, panicking at the thought of Jimin recognizing the scent of his suitor on him. The moment he no longer tastes the alpha, he turns to him with a narrowed gaze, anger flashing in his eyes. “I don’t know what you're playing at, but nothing gives you the right to kiss me without my consent. That of which is of great importance, when considering the fact that I’m married, and your officially courting my best friend!” The silence that follows after the outburst is one of tension as the omega looks at him as if he’s scum, and with nonchalance the alpha taunts rhetorically. “Are you done?” Then a continuation with a raised eyebrow. “Listen, I’ll tell you exactly what I’m playing at when the time comes. For now, just know that you’re at the center of it all." Taehyung says with a dark chuckle, shameless eyeing the omega as he lasciviously wets his bottom lip, causing the omega to shift uncomfortably under the intensity of his gaze. “No, you listen. I'm not at the ‘center' of anything. I’m not sure what you think we had, but it ended, and a long time ago; eight years is more than enough time to have gotten over your pathetic schoolboy infatuation with me.” The omega states harshly, nearing closer to the door as he sets some boundaries to prevent a situation like this one from reoccurring. “I need you to a keep your distance. If I have to tolerate your presence for Jimin's sake, than so be it, but don't get it twisted. The moment you overstep, I’ll tell him exactly what occurred in here.” The omega walks away with the last word, leaving behind a sense of Deja Vu that has Taehyung embedding his nails into his palms to control the need to escalate a confrontation. The scoff resounds a minute later as he voices into the emptiness that surrounds him. “That's what you think, but it’s not over until I say it is. I've accomplished my dreams, and now, I'll be taking over yours."
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[ Jungkook ] “Hey, it’s mine, give it back!” Jungkook yells louder, as the bigger and taller alpha smirks at him, moving to rip the drawing. “Nope. It’s his now.” The friend says meanly, laughing a bit as the alpha tears a corner of the drawing. “Awe, is rabbit teeth about to cry?” The boy asks tauntingly, tearing another piece of the drawing as Jungkook’s bottom lip wobbles and his eyes begin to fill with tears. “For an alpha you act like such an omega.” Hopeless in saving his drawing, Jungkook’s about to start crying when a familiar figure comes to rescue him—and in his innocent eyes—iron man style. “Unacceptable, I will not be tolerating this type of behavior in my classroom!” A loud voice rings out, causing the bullying duo to jump in place and turn to look at their approaching teacher with reproachful wide eyes. “Gather up your belongings in this instance Kim Yugyeom and Horvejkul Bambam. It’s time we’ve had a chat with the headmaster and your parents.” “Are you alright, Jungkook?” Hoseok questions worrisome as he approaches his student with the drawing in hand. “Kookie’s okay!” Jungkook assures as he’s given a comforting hug and his drawing handed back. “Thank you for saving Ome’s picture. Teacher Seokie is the bestest and nicest in the whole wide world.” Jungkook’s voices with admiration, looking up at his teacher with that adorable little smile and bright eyes. Jung Hoseok pretty much melts with those sweet words; his fondness for the cute little alpha with the big expressive eyes and adorable bunny smile evident. “Anything for my best helper. Go ahead and return to your crafts, I’m going to go get this sorted out. If you need anything my aid will be over there.” Hoseok says, smoothing down the child’s hair before departing to the headmaster’s office with the two crestfallen students trailing behind. Jungkook sits back down in his spot and picks up some safety scissors; cutting out his drawing from the center of the torn sheet as gets a glue stick and glues it to a new crisp sheet of paper. The smile has returned to his face as he begins drawing pretty flowers and hearts all around the picture of his omega progenitor; his drawing was now as pretty as his ome and little Kookie c an ’t wait to gi ft it to him . .
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[ Seokjin ] Jeon Seokjin hurriedly makes his way back to the table, already with an excuse in mind to explain the absence of around fifteen minutes. “I’m feeling under the weather.” Seokjin says aloud when he reaches the table. “I think I may be coming down with something.” “I stayed a bit longer to make sure he was okay, he was looking rather pale.” Taehyung informs from behind him, moving to sit back down, and casually placing his arm over Jimin's shoulder. The omega turns to give an appreciative peck on his suitor's cheek for being so considerate towards Seokjin; it makes him happy that the alpha is amicable towards his friends. Seokjin whose still standing, averts his gaze from that show of affection, and focuses in on Jisoo whose raising to her feet. “I’m sorry Jin oppa, but I got a call from the academy. I’ll need to head out now. My son's been acting since his Ather's been out of the country.” Jisoo says with a heavy sigh as she retrieves her purse from beneath her seat and shoulders the strap. “No worries Jisoo, and don’t stress over his behavior, I’m sure he'll straighten up once your wife returns.” Seokjin encourages and she gives him a smile before leaving. Once she’s out of sight she addresses the rest. “I want to thank you all for celebrating my birthday, it means a lot, but something has come up at home that requires my attention, so I’ll be following Jisoo out.” “Oh? Is everything okay?” Jimin questions worriedly, fully aware of Jeon's condition. “Yes, everything's fine, but I promised my son that I would pick him up early so the three of us can spend some time together as a family. I've been too busy with the company lately that I’ve neglected my wonderful husband.” “Well, send Mr. Jeon my regards and make sure to give Kookie a big smooch from me. I'd do it myself but Namjoon’s always hogging the little bunny.” Jimin says with a pout wanting to have his favorite child all to himself. Seokjin laughs, nodding his head in affirmation before continuing. “I’ll be seeing the both of you at next weeks Luncheon, until then have a wonderful week.” “Ugh, you too oppa.” Hara groans with the reminder. “Also, it was nice meeting the two of you and I hope, Kim Taehyung, that you take good care of my precious friend. I wish the best in your relationship.” “Awe, Jinnie hyung's so sweet!” Jimin gushes, placing his small hands over his heart as he watches his friend go, though he doesn’t get very far before he’s stopped. “Mr. Jeon,” Taehyung calls, and Seokjin halts in his tracks, not bothering to turn around as the alpha bids him farewell. “I hope your birthday passes wonderfully, and worry not, Jimin's in great hands.” If Seokjin happens to poke the inside of his cheek in provocation, it means nothing. Thus, he straightens his posture and marches, wanting to get on with his day and go pick up his son without any more interruptions. However, his terrible luck seems to strike again, and he's stopped near the exit of the building by the peppy hostess. “Pardon me, sir, but this bouquet is addressed to a Jeon Seokjin. I’m not sure who delivered it. I returned from a quick break to find it on my stand.” “Thank You.” Seokjin says politely, accepting the bouquet being handed to him without much choice, and then, finally going on his way. There’s a pretty smile adorning his face when he exits the building, bringing the arrangement to his nose and inhaling the floral scent, his mood uplifting with the calming aroma. Furthermore, if he happens to pass through his mind for a split second, it means absolutely nothing.
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[…] […] […] [ The Present ] If only he knew what that beautiful bouquet would signify later on,If he had known, it would’ve never been accepted. If he were to have been versed in the language of flower s , would he have foreseen the suffering to come? If so, this recounting would've began from the present and not the months leading up to the very moment in which this narration is perceived. If only. If only. If only.
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H E A R T L E S S
Arch Two
13
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His Scent
[ Intro ]
An aversion between little alphas; a simple weave in the loom of fate.
Jisoo?
Seokjin?
Another encounter; the frequency of coincidence vs the forces of synchronicity; a phenomenon only time would tell.
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[ Two Weeks Later ]
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[ The Jeons ] “No Ome, I don't wanna!” The yell of a temper-tantrum throwing seven-year-old is heard as the baby alpha within turns on his haunches with a disgruntled yip. The upset child in question has all but thrown himself on the cold marble flooring to express his displeasure with every adorable fussy inch of his tiny body. “He's a rude dumb giant and I don’t like him!”
“Kookie…”
“No!” “Jeon Jungkook.” The firmness of Seokjin's tone has the desired effect on his progeny as the flailing of limbs comes to a halt as the child looks up at him with watery eyes and a reddened sniffling button nose. “You are going, whether you like it or not, and I expect you to be on your best behavior.” “Ome…” Jungkook calls meekly with a jutted bottom lip as his expressive wide eyes' glim into his omether’s pitifully. A sentiment invoked facilely as Seokjin's stern expression abates into an ometernal softness as he lowers his tall frame to cradle his son's small face with his slender hands. “Listen, I know this is the last thing you want to do, but his mother and I have decided that the two of you meeting in a more personal setting is possibly the best way to reprove his behavior. It may even settle the differences between you and commence a friendship.” Jungkook’s rounded little button nose scrunches in distaste. “I don’t wanna be his friend.” “I understand Kookie, but it would please me if you at least attempted to go along without throwing a fit.” Seokjin sates while smoothing down the strands of his son's silky hair and straightening the creases of his outfit. “Can you do that for me baby?” A conflicting expression flickers on the child’s mien before settling into resignation. “Yes, Ome. I’ll be on my best behavior.” The child says, wanting to please, though his shoulders slump in dejection. “Perfect, Jungkook.” Seokjin praises, placing a peck on his son's forehead, before taking a small hand into his own and departing soon after. […] […] […] The drive to the destination entered in the vehicle global positioning system passes quickly, sped up by the affectionate prattle of a familial pair chattering about anything and everything. The youngest Jeon’s mood had lifted throughout the ride, enjoying the attention and company of his progenitor, for anytime spent with his precious omether he cherished. Currently, Jeon Jungkook was now staring out the window at all the Christmas embellishments that were strung on every surface or establishment he was able to spot. The baby soft lines of his jaw slack, exposing two pearly white teeth, as his expressive eyes expand while taking in all the colorful sights. The child himself a rather adorable sight for one Jeon Seokjin, whom lets out a little chuckle at the antics of his Jewel in the backseat, smiling brightly once Jungkook’s gaze finds his through the rearview mirror. A tiny smile forms back, those bunny teeth endearing, and limitless sentiment pulsates within Seokjin. The small alpha holds every possible measure of his affection; for only he would know his unconditional love. Seokjin breaks the eye contact as they arrive to the security post of the guarded entrance and he exchanges a few words with the guard before being let in as the gates open to allow access to the Kim residence. The closest point to the dwelling is where he stations his vehicle, getting out he struts to the passenger side rear door, opening it to unstrap the minor from his booster seat. Jungkook shoulders on the backpack from beside him before clasping onto his omether’s hand as he’s helped out of the backseat. Together they trudge to where Kim Jisoo awaits along with her son Yugyeom. The amicable adults exchange greetings before easing into a conversation while Jungkook and Yugyeom remain off to the side awkwardly glancing at one another as they wait for their parents to end their discussion. Neither of them happy with having to see each other outside of the classroom. Now in the foyer, Seokjin and Jisoo chit-chat for what seems like forever to the young ones before the eldest kisses his son upon his round little nose. “Kookie, be good, I’ll be back in the evening to pick you up.” The omega says, bidding farewell as he takes his leave.
Jungkook blanks out for a second as the warm apple scent of his ome dissipates and he’s left in a place that doesn’t smell like home.
“Jungkook…” The soft feminine voice of Yugyeom's mother calls as the little alpha turns to look at her with wide eyes and an anxious nibble of his lower lip. “Let me show you to the playroom.” Mrs. Kim ushers, leading the young Jeon through the rooms of the Kim’s residence with a petulant Yugyeom trailing behind them. […] […] […]
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[ Taehyung ] Meanwhile, across the city, a striking couple walk hand in hand on a leisure stroll through an exclusive Nature Airing. The tread of pavement eventually transitioning into an earthy dirt and cobbled stone path; trim topiary aligning the pathway leading to most eye-catching of attractions within the compound; a fascinating conservatory of massive proportions. The warmth of the morning sun is casted upon those enjoying the scenery of nature. Rays of sunlight reflect through the glass of an impressive floral greenhouse were thousands of butterflies ignited by sunshine flutter about in the air. It’s a rather beautiful view, the delicate insects flitting about, momentarily perching on surfaces akin to window paneling, support beams, the array of flowers, and even the guests. Another breathtaking sight is that of the petite omega, a radiant smile adorned on his cherubic face, one that is tilted upward in awe, enthralled by a scene fitting for one imagined in a fairytale. More than a few passerby’s stop to stare at the pretty heir basking beneath a glow. From a respectable distance, the clicking of camera shutters resound, from paparazzi looking to capture the latest sensation. This affect can only be known as the Jimin effect, for even habitually shrewd eyes soften from the tenderness that encompasses the angelic blond-haired omega. The accompanying alpha approaches the diminutive frame, his own figure statuesque in comparison. “I have something to tell you.” Kim Taehyung discloses with a tone of severity, causing that radiant smile to dwindle with his expression of solemnity. A striking couple indeed, for Alpha and Omega stand closely together, a comfortable level of intimacy between them. The both alluringly attractive beyond belief. Cameras go off, a flash here and there, as the two chat intimately in hushed tones, the conversation muffled from prying ears. A few minutes pass by before Kim Taehyung gallantly reencloses Park Jimin’s dainty hand with his own and coolly leads him away.
All of this playing out through a wavering gaze witnessing from afar, allowing only a few seconds before casting it away, for there is nothing that should be worth the scrutiny of one so lowly as himself.
[…] […] […] The furrow of Park Jimin's brow gives away the confusion in the omega as he attempts to make better sense of the information disclosed to him. “So, it’ll be announced during the annual New Year’s Assemblage and Banquet then?” Jimin retirees before murmuring thoughtfully while the pad of his index finger taps at his chin. “It’s now clear why you were even one of my courting prospects.” “Yes,” Taehyung affirms, nodding curtly. “I wanted you to hear this directly from me instead of being caught of guard when it goes public.” Taking a sip of his hot tea, he almost burns his tongue when ring of his phone takes him by surprise. Setting the steaming teacup down he pats for his phone in the vast pockets of his Gucci Suit. “Speak of the devil.” He mutters, excusing himself from the table as he answers the call.
“Yes, Father?”
“…” “…” “…” “Will do.” He concedes, cutting the short call as he exhales and turns back to his company. “I’m sorry to cut our outing short but I’ve been summoned.” Taehyung informs with a dramatic exhale and teasing grin. “No worries, I had a wonderful time. I look forward to our next date.” Jimin utters with his pretty smile, the omega always so easygoing and understanding. Taehyung lips curve into a smile, always finding it so easy to do so in the other’s presence. “Finish your brunch, I’ll have Yoongi escort you home.” Taehyung insists with no room for refusal as he leans down and places a chaste peck against the omega’s Honey scented plump lips and departs to meet with his father. A lovely stubby little finger traces the tingling plumpness of his bottom lip in contemplation as he murmurs to himself. “Later Tae.” […][…][…]
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[ Jungkook ] Jeon Jungkook sipped from his carton of banana milk as he meticulously colored in the outlined characters of his new Marvel coloring book that his Uncle Joonie gifted him. Once the page with Iron Man was done he flipped to a new one, first grabbing a cookie from the plate on the child-sized table to shove whole into his mouth before reaching for the colors he needed to complete Captain Americas attire accurately. For Jungkook, art was his most favorite hobby, he enjoyed all things creative, from drawing, coloring, inventing, building, and even making slime. Thus, Jungkook was unbothered as he occupied himself with his artwork. The same however could not be said for the other child in the room. Kim Yugyeom was laying flat on his back with a Nintendo Switch a foot away from his face playing Animal Crossing. Normally he wouldn’t have minded playing on his device for hours but his eyes were getting tired from looking at the bright screen for so long. It had already been a couple of hours since his guest had arrived and boredom was finally overcoming his senses. Yugyeom tosses his Switch to the side with a huff as he rolls onto his stomach to observe bunny boy with his chin resting in his palm, there’s nothing interesting to see there and he lets out an exaggerated sigh as he states aloud. “I’m bored.” “…” The other boy says nothing as he continues on coloring. “Rabbit Teeth.” He calls, but once again his classmate heeds him no mind. “…” “Hey, Rabbit Teeth. I’m talking to you.” Yugyeom huffs with annoyance. “My name’s Jungkook, not Rabbit Teeth.” He says, shutting his coloring book to look toward the other boy with narrowed eyes as he asserts. “I’m not gonna listen to you if you keep calling me names.” There’s silence as both young alphas clash narrowed gazes, neither backing down. Yugyeom is the first to break eye-contact rolling his eyes with another huff, as he clambers off the bed and takes a seat across from the other. “Okay, but I’ll be calling you Kook then.” Yugyeom declares, reaching for a cookie and a cartoon of flavored milk.Jungkook blinks his wide eyes a couple of times before shrugging and nodding with approval. “That’s fine, I don’t mind.” Yugyeom nods and starts munching on cookies, while Jungkook turns his attention back to his coloring book. A few minutes pass by in silence, before Jungkook flips through his coloring book to find uncolored pages on both sides. “Would you like to color with me?” Jungkook asks timidly, sliding one side of the booklet closer to the other boy. Yugyeom looks up, ready to reject the offer. He has no interest in spending his time coloring, for that’s even more boring than playing with his Switch all day. Instead, he finds himself agreeing, oddly taken with the bashfulness bunny boy is showing in front of him. Yugyeom finds the sight of Jungkook somewhat…cute. Big doe-eyes casted down words, cheeks puffed out, and ears red as he worries on his bottom lip with his rabbit teeth. “Sure.” He finds himself saying, watching with wonder as Jungkook directs a smile at him for the first time. It’s also the first time that Yugyeom comes to the realization that those rather larger rabbit teeth are actually rather cute as well. “Cute.” He says without thought, the compliment just slipping out. Jungkook’s wide eyes widen even more, as he flushes pink, shyly looking towards his coloring page as he fiddles with a crayon in his little fingers. “Thank you.” He whispers quietly, accepting the compliment humbly like his beautiful omether taught him. Yugyeom can’t help but smile, reaching over to pat the shorter boy’s head.
This moment would be the start of a friendship, a commencement of a brotherhood,
It wasn’t so bad after all, having been forced to spend time together, for this moment would be the start of a great friendship, and a commencement of a brotherhood between one Jeon Jungkook and one Kim Yugyeom.
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[ Taehyung ] The Patriarch of Kim Group’s attention revert back to the stacks of paperwork needing approval and signature on his mahogany desk. The diversion is a clear sign of dismissal and Kim Taehyung takes his leave, having nothing left to discuss with his so-called father. As the oak door closes behind him, he opts to visit with his nephew for a bit before returning home. He gaits through the mansion passing by the double glass doors to his sister-in-laws studio where he glimpses Jisoo working on her draft table. The laughter of children is pleasing to his ears and his mouth forms a smile as he hears the light little voices of his nephew and another child. The door to his nephews room is open and Taehyung relaxing against the doorway as he waits for youngest Kim to take notice of his presence, observing the two children as they concentrate on the miniature and complicated looking lego build on the tabletop. The boys are too occupied discussing which pieces go where to even noticed that someone has been watching them for over five minutes. It’s enough time for the scents that plague his keen nose to settle, the prevailing scent of Cinnamon strongest within the Kim Abode, for its prominently traced down the line of the Kim’s. There’s also the slight hint of Sugar in the air, a subtler scent inherited from his mother. The next scents that stand out are that of Cookies and Banana Milk, the processed snacks carrying a bit of a manufactured smell to them. Next is the hint of Strawberry that Yugyeom has inherited from Jisoo, and lastly a fleeting scent of a crisp Apple. A few more strides into the bedroom and all he can identify is Cinnamon and Processed Snacks. He clears his throat some feet away from the table letting his presence be known and successfully receiving attention from the children who quickly turn to look up at him. His nephews adorable face lights up with joy as he raises from his chair and rushes towards him. Taehyung’s already fully prepared to catch the boy extending his arms as his nephew all but launches at him. “Uncle TaeTae!” Yugyeom greets excitedly, hugging his favorite—and only—uncle tightly. Taehyung chuckles warmly, setting down his nephew and ruffling his hair as he returns the greeting. “I’m happy to see you too Yug.” Yugyeom beams up at his uncle before he remembers something important. Oh, that’s right, he thinks, turning back to his guest whom he notices looking down at his lap bashfully while fiddling with his fingers. Bounding over to bunny boy he gestures towards him with happily. “This is my friend Kook, Uncle TaeTae.” Approaching Yugyeom’s shy friend, Taehyung crouches down beside the child, attempting to be at eyelevel with the boy as to not intimidate him with his aura. It’s not easy to make out the child’s features due the lowered head and hanging bangs, but nevertheless Taehyungs reaches out a hand. “Hello Kook, I’m Taehyung or TaeTae, whichever you prefer. It’s very nice to meet you.” […][…][…].\~*❦ *~/.
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[ I noticed alot of spelling mistakes that I will fix when I have the time. I'm a little Rusty with this, especially the first cut scene.]
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H E A R T L E S S
Arch Two
His Contemplation
14
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[“Hello Kook, I’m Taehyung or TaeTae, whichever you prefer. It’s very nice to meet you.”]
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[ Two Weeks Later ]
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[ The Kims ]
“I'm Kookie.” Little Jeon Jungkook murmurs quietly, shrinking into himself instinctively as he avoids reaching for the offered hand. The presence of Yugyeom's uncle is somewhat intimidating and Jungkook can’t help but shy away from the dominance of an adult alpha male.
The baby alpha within cowers as it tucks his head low and hides behind his paws.
“What’s wrong Kook?” Yugyeom questions with concern, as his nose crinkles with the scent of distress emitting from his guest. “I know uncle looks a little scary, but you shouldn’t be afraid of him, he's like, only the coolest alpha ever!”
The baby alpha within refuses to peek his head out, one ear perking up as he senses the more domination presence approach.
Kim Taehyung smiles reassuringly, as he brushes the palm of his open hand against the pup's nape. The affect is instantaneously and the pup’s agitation eases the moment he makes contact with the baby smooth skin.
The baby alpha within gives a jolt, its haunches raising in the air, as his tail begins to swish back and forth playfully.
“There you go, are you feeling better?” Taehyung asks, as he pulls away to an appropriate distance from the unknown pup, ignoring the familiar rumble in his chest as he straightness from his crouched position. “Kookie’s fine, Mr. TaeTae, thank you...” The little pup, says as settles back comfortably in the plastic share any ounce of previous nervousness gone as he continues his activities. Yugyeom joins in, and then begins to excitingly relate the events of the week to both his friend and his uncle. Taehyung only planned to visit with his nephew for a little while, but he knows he has to cut it short when he feels a sharpness pierce his skull. Taehyung winces in pain as he feels the commencement of his conscience slamming into the inner barriers within.
It’s curious though, for his inner alpha rarely attempts to make an appearance unless it’s on occasions where it’s difficult to remain completely in control; sex, for example.
It’s not farfetched to say that the relationship he has with his wolf is complicated. A new clawing sensation attacks his chest and he can barely hold back the growl that wants to escape him. “I need to be on my way, Yug.” Taehyung informs, taking his leave as he ruffles the boy’s hair and makes his way to the opened door. “Uncle TaeTae when do I get to come over next? I promised Tannie that I'd come visit him.” Yugyeom calls out, remembering the words he said to the adorable ball of fluff. Taehyung chuckles, containing the need to wince as he assures. “Soon, I have a few more scenes to film before my next time off. I’ll talk to your mom, your Aether should be back by then, so we can discuss in more detail later.” “Okay, bye uncle.” Yugeom farewells, as the adult leaves, and he returns to focusing on his classmate. It funny, Yugyeom doesn’t consider spending time with his fellow classmate as punishment anymore. “Hey Kook...” Yugyeom calls, to get the creative bunny’s attention. “Huh?” Jungkook murmurs in acknowledgment as sips from his banana milk. “I’m sorry for being mean to you. We can be friends from now on. How does that sound to you?” Yugyeom asks hopefully. Jungkook gives him a bright bunny-like smile. “Good.”
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[ Park Jimin ]
In thought, Jimin sips the remainder of his tea as he contemplates, the ‘tea,’ of the past decade. First, Kim Taehyung was definitely an ideal suitor, one that would gain him envy, for the alpha was perfect in all aspects, his only downside, the less-than-elite background would soon be disregarded. That alone would soon make him the most sought out alpha in his circle. It’s too bad the handsome actor would be completely unavailable. Jimin smirks over the rim of the teacup, for he can already picture the green envy of his fellow heirs when they came to learn of the information that had just been disclosed to him. Yes, things were about to get way more interesting. For it was about time something new came along to shake up the elites and their pretentious circles. Now, if only the situation regarding Jimin’s prospects were as simple as they appeared from the outside looking in. However, it wasn’t so, as you can see, there's another matter he needs to touch on. To clarify, matters concerning the soul. Unfortunately, he's come to find his counterpart to be... rather elusive. “Min Yoongi at your service Mr. Park.” The graveled tone interrupting his thoughts as Jimin sets down the empty teacup and looks up through his eyelashes to take in the sight of the doll-like mint-haired alpha.
Well, speak of the devil, huh?
“Hello Yoongi,” Jimin greets, his plump lips pulling into a smile as he continues. “I thank you for the willingness to escort me, but there’s really no need, I’m sure you have better things to do than wait on me.” “Those were my orders, sir.” The straight-faced alpha replies simply with his usual monotonous tone. “Jimin’s fine.” The omega states, as he sets aside his napkin and stands up from the chair, he heeds no mind to acknowledgment on the others behalf as he adds. “Shall we be on our way then?” “Hn.” The alpha hums with a nod, leading the younger out of the dining area and down to where the valet pulls up with the luxury car. “Thanks.” Yoongi utters, tipping the valet employee generously before opening the backseat door for the omega to enter. Min Yoongi’s nostrils flare slightly when the younger passes by him, the scent of honey irritating the back of his throat, as he slams the door shut and enters the driver's seat. Yoongi does his best to ignore the saturation of the omegas scent slowly filling up the interior of his car as he pulls out of the restaurant to merge onto the traffic. Twenty minutes in, Yoongi can’t ignore the strong scent of honey, this isn’t the first time he’s driven the younger. His jaw clenches, as his eyes flicker to the review mirror, to find the omega’s mischievous eyes boring into his reflection. “Mr. Park, enough.” Yoongi orders though his teeth, his jaw still clenched, as he grips the steering wheel tightly. Park Jimin tilts his chin up defiantly, amplifying his pheromones even more as he questions. “How long will you continue to disregard this?” “There’s nothing to disregard, Sir.” Min Yoongi states with apathy his expression stoic. The Park Heir scoffs, rolling his eyes as he begins to take the indifference personally. “Like hell, there’s not. I know you recognized me during the celebration. Yet, you act as if I'm a stranger.” “To me, that’s exactly what you are, a stranger. I owe you no explanation.” Yoongi replies coldly, before adding. “Furthermore, you’re courting my boss, it’s inappropriate and unprofessional of me to discuss personal matters with you.” “I see how it is...” Jimin mutters somewhat hurt with the others apathic attitude, as the alpha pulls up to the gated entrance of the Park Estate. Jimin doesn’t make to move out of the vehicle as he sits there with a multitude of fleeting emotions on his cherubic face. The omega is so full of expression, the complete opposite of the alpha who never gives anything away on his mien. Now that this matter had been touched, Jimin plans on laying out all of his cards, thus he meets the others gaze and states clearly. “You know, I’d be willing to change that.” Park Jimin asserts with self-assuredness, as he explains himself when a slight look of confusions cracks thorough the elder's expressionless mien. “Yes, Kim Taehyung is my suitor, a perfect one at that, but he’s not the someone I naively waited for in a hotel room and spent the months afterward searching everywhere for.” “Mr. Park, this is very improper of you.” “Is it? Why? Because I'm not a coward and acknowledge what I feel?” “Look, you're really testing my patience. There’s nothing to—” Min Yoongi stops with a huff, an expression of anger written blatantly all over his usual straight face, as he inhales to calm himself as he answers the phone call that interrupted his to-be rant. “Hey Sunshine, no, you didn’t interrupt me. I'm not doing anything important right now. Mhmm. Yes, I’ll pick up dinner on my way home, of course, I love you too. Yeah, tell our baby—” Park Jimin, feels his heart clench in his chest, as his eyes begin to water. It hurts, the way the alpha changed his demeanor the moment he answered the call of his loved one and Jimin refuses to act like a fool any longer by staying there to listen to the rest of the conversation. “You know what? forget I ever said anything. Thank you for the ride.” He quickly mutters, opening the door and proceed to clamber out of the car, for he’s not willing to let himself cry in front of someone who clearly gives no fucks about his pathetic disposition. Several minutes passe with Min Yoongi staring in the direction the omega had gone, his hands tightening on the steering wheel, before sighing and revving up the vehicle to pull away from the curb.
‘It is best this way.’
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[ Jeon Seokjin ]
Meanwhile, Kim Seokjin flips through the company's shareholder files for the nth time, rechecking them with the electronical input on the computer as he continues to find inconsistences throughout. A red flag goes up in his mind and he begins to make note of his findings, transferring what he can onto a drive for his husband to review later at home. It’s something his husband hadn’t mentioned when he was preparing him for his role at the company. “Eric, I have a task for you.” Seokjin says, pushing down on the button that switches on the intercom system connecting to his secretary’s station right outside his office. “I’ll be right there, sir.” Comes the immediate response, less than a minute later, the office door is knocked on before opening. “How may I be of assistance?” The main secretary, Eric Nam, a beta with exceptional credentials, asks as he approaches to stand at attention. “I need you to gather as much data on the shareholders as possible. I want to know the exact way the percentages are distributed and who owns what shares. There’s a lot of anonymity that I’ve encountered with some of the shares, and the ambiguity of that information puts me on edge.” Seokjin requests, as he looks up at the secretary with a similar age as himself. The door chimes again, and Seokjin barely takes notice of the janitor entering his office with a cleaning cart, as he continues focusing on what he’s discussing with the secretary. “Yes, sir. It’s not uncommon for some shares to remain anonymous due to trading and the buying out of ownerships.” Eric informs, as bends over to look at some of the inconsistences his boss is pointing out on the monitor. “Ah, well, I would still prefer if you could gather more information for me. I ask you to be as discreet as possible please.” Seokjin asks, handing over a copy of what he’d been working on. “Will do, sir. I’ll review it at home and get back to you as soon as possible.” Eric Nam assures, as bows respectably and heads back to his stations to continue his pending tasks. A sigh escapes him as he leans back in his chair and begins to rub at his pulsating temples. The dull headache is consistent and he’s really not in the mood to hear any unnecessary noises. Thus, he glances over to where the Janitor has emptied and moved on to wiping down the waste basket. The clattering against polished wood floors as the bin is set back down irritates his headache further. “Excuse me, there’s no need to do that while I'm in office. It’s rather distracting, from now on please tidy up in here before I arrive or after I take my leave for the day.” Seokjin utters as he continues to rub at his aching temples, the stress accumulating over the last several weeks is putting a damper on his mood. The Janitor immediately stops what he’s doing, bowing in acknowledgment, as he places his cleaning supplies back into the cart, before retracing from the room; all the while keeping his covered head and masked face lowered in respect. In silence, Seokjin straightens up in his seat and returns to his work. The time passes by, soon he notices that it’s time to take his leave. “I think we should call it a day.” Seokjin says, looking at the time on his watch as he approaches his secretary who nods in agreeance and begins to collect his own belongings. “Thank goodness, I’m famished.” Eric utters, as he shoulders on his bag and walks alongside the omega. The two of them say their farewells to roaming employees that they come across on the same floor as they make their way to the elevator. “I wanted to ask if you would be willing to attend the Annual New Year’s Assemblage and Banquet.” Eric glances over in surprise, “I’ve not attended before, it’s too exclusive for someone of my status.” “I see, well I’ll prepare you a suit.” Seokjin states, as he divulges. “My husband plans to attend despite his condition, so I need someone who’s well informed of his associates and endeavors to accompany us. I’ll most likely spend most of my time keeping up pretenses and triviality with the other spouses and their children.” “That sounds tedious. Although, I must admit that I’m looking forward to meeting some of the heirs, especially Park Yoora, her broadcasts are the highlight of my day.” Eric admits bashfully, pushing the down button at the elevators. Seokjin chuckles, “You have no idea. It’ll also be my son’s first public appearance as the Jeon Heir, so I'll have to keep him entertained as well. I can already imagine the long night.” The elevator doors finally open and they enter with a couple of other employees. “Oh, and Yoora is amazing. I’m sure she’ll meet your expectations.” Seokjin teases, while the beta flushes red. The elevator closes to descend and the beautiful omega takes his leave; entirely unaware of the penetrating gaze that follows his every movement with an unknown intensity.
If only.
If only.
If only.
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H E A R T L E S S
Arch Two
His Confession
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“I hope you know that you’ll be living the life of a pampered queen when I make it big. You’ll never have to work again and I’ll buy you everything you want and more.”
—Kim Taehyung,
Heartless #2
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[ The Same Day ]
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[ Namjoon ]
“I’ve said it before, there’s nothing I can do. If Seokjin refuses to speak to the both of you, then that’s on you.” Kim Namjoon utters, somewhat heated, holding his cellphone between his ear and shoulder blade, as he uses both hands to finish what he’s typing on his laptop. “When do you ever call to just check up on me? It’s always about my brother. I don’t know why you say that. Neither of us owe you anything.” Namjoon continues with a roll of his eyes at his parent's entitlement over their funds. “Look, I got to go, I have an important case coming up and I need to review my files. Just...take care of yourselves.” Namjoon ends, sighing as he pockets his phone, before gathering up his files and sliding them into an inner pocket of his laptop shoulder case. The laptop soon follows after, and Namjoon scoots his chair away from the table to have enough room to stand up. Of course, being the clutz he is, the chair ends up bumping into somebody’s side with quite a bit of force, causing them to grasp their drink tightly. This sets off an eruption of the iced latte as it sprouts from the lid and splashes both persons with the delicious wasted Chai beverage. “I am so sorry.” Namjoon gasps out, quickly gathering some napkins from the table to uncouthly pat down the dripping person without their consent. “It’s alright, I’m just glad I got it on ice.” The person says, brushing of the frantic motions, lifting his head up, and both pairs of eyes widen with recognition. “Teacher Seokie?!” Namjoon all but hollers, blinking as if the thin omega in front of him is the strangest thing he’s ever seen. “Hello, Mr Uncle.” Jung Hoseok greets, like the angel he is, with that blinding heart-shaped smile of his, before asking. “How’s my favorite student enjoying his winter break?” “My nephew’s been having a blast actually. Jin tried the suggestion you advised, and believe it or not, they've been having a lot of fun together.” Namjoon replies, alluding to Jungkook and Yugyeom’s budding friendship. “I’m glad! I really hope it stays that way after break.” Hoseok says, before good-naturedly teasing with a following statement. “Also, it’s nice to hear you without the stutter.” It's difficult to not a bit of awe at how the tall alpha blushes at such a simple utterance. “Um, thanks?” Namjoon murmurs, before awkwardly suggesting. “Maybe we should wash up in the restroom, the latte’s getting sticky.” He says, holding up his hand to show the sticky streaks glistening underneath the fluorescent lighting. Then after a second of consideration, adds. “I’d also like to purchase another to make up for the one I wasted.” “Oh, that sounds good to me.” Hoseok replies, with a smile. […][…][…]
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[ The Jeons ]
“Sweet dreams, my precious Jewel.” Jeon Seokjin murmurs, smoothing down the silky strands of the child's hair, as he leans down to place a kiss against his son’s temple. After a few more seconds, he rises from the bed to set down the bedtime storybook on the nightstand. Then he turns on the iron man night light, before making his way to the door to turn switch off the overhead light. In the darkened room, a soft glow from the night light is casted upon the adorable sleeping face, and the door is left cracked open with the hallway light on just like the youngest member of the household preferred. Seokjin passes his bedroom door on the way to the stairway landing, once there he makes his way down the winding staircase and crosses the foyer to enter the hallway where his husband’s current bedroom was situated. “Come in.” Is the response, once he’s knocked, and he then does so, entering his husbands' bedroom to find him already comfortably situated in bed, propped up on pillows, as he looks through his reading glasses to read the fine print of the book he was reading for leisure. “I’ve come to check on you, as well as to inform you that Eric agreed to join us for the Banquet, and that Namjoonie will also be accompanying us.” Seokjin informs as he approaches the foot of the bed. “That’s good news, I was worried you’d be overwhelmed with tending to both Jungkook and I during the Assemblage. I don’t doubt that he’ll be on his best behavior, but after so many hours, I expect him to be more than restless.” Jeon states, as he flips to the next page of his book. “I’m sure he’ll have a tantrum by the end of the night, he always gets so fussy when he’s tired.” Seokjin agrees with an endearing grin, future heir or not, the younger was still only a child. “Well, I'm feeling rather tired myself, is there anything you need before I retire to bed?” “Do you mind handing me the remote, I left it on the desk.” Jeon requests, planning to watch some news before he too would head to bed. “Sure thing.” Seokjin replies, retrieving the remote, and nearing the head of bed to stand beside his husband. “Here you go.” He says, leaning down to set it in the spot easiest for the elder to reach. Straightening up, he notices the odd expression that crosses his husbands face as the elder’s nostrils flare. “What is it?” Seokjin questions worriedly, hoping the other wasn’t in pain. “There’s a heady lingering scent wafting from the cloth on your shoulder.” Jeon answers. “Really? Well, I did carry Kookie into the house. I also dropped him off at The Kim’s earlier so maybe it’s a scent he picked up from there.” Seokjin responds, brushing off the comment seeing as how he’d only been in the close proximity of only two alphas that day, and both of them had been children. Jeon contemplates this before nodding. “That’s possible, common scents have a tendency to cling onto pre-pubescent children.” “True. I took a double dose of suppressants today though, so I can't really smell much of anything right now.” Seokjin admits, already knowing his husband will have something to say about that. “That’s too high of a dosage, you should really consider cutting back on them, I don’t want your health to ebb in the long run.” Jeon inputs, the worry and disproval clear in his tone. “I can’t, you know why I take them, besides, it’s the only way I’m able to keep my omega dormant.” Seokjin says with a sigh. “I understand, but you know, I only desire you to be content, healthy, and safe. Always, because you’re my everything.” “I know, and I appreciate that.” Seokjin simply replies, leaning back down to place a kiss on the elder's temples before turning and making his way out of the way he entered. Jeon watches him leave with the scent of heady cinnamon still in the air. […][…][…]
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[ Hoseok ]
Earlier that day:
“I’m sure I've been more than obvious but I’m interested in getting to know you on a more personal level.” Kim Namjoon had asked directly, looking down on him with a hopeful expression. “Namjoon...” Hoseok had murmured, trailing off with how taken aback, he was by the assertiveness coming from the alpha he’d come to recognize as shy and clumsy. “I knew from the moment I first saw you.” Namjoon utters, taking in the omega’s somber expression and knowing exactly what was to come. “Namjoon.” Hoseok had started with all seriousness. "You're a great guy, a very non-stereotypical alpha, and I like that about you. I’ve also seen the way you interact with your nephew; how attentive you are to him. Anyone would be lucky to have, but—” “—Not you.” Namjoon interrupts, his expression crestfallen, as the omega nods in agreeance. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept your confession.” Hoseok resolves with intention, putting distance between them. “May I ask why...” The alpha questions, wanting to know the exact reason for his rejection. “I’m in a committed relationship, of several years, and I don’t plan at jeopardizing that for a whimsical gamble.” The omega answers honestly, sighing as he feels an unpleasant churning within him. “I see...” Namjoon utters, the disillusion evident, as he takes his farewell. “...well, I wish you all the best and I hope your relationship continues to flourish." The alpha departs, leaving Hoseok to walk home with clouded thoughts and emotions. All of which gets pushed back, once he enters his apartment, to see the wonderous take-out spread on the kitchen table. The aroma has his mouth watering, he’s so ready to dig in, but first, a warmth spread across his back, arms coming to wrap around his midsection, as a chin rests upon his shoulder, and a gravelly voice accosts.
"Hello Sunshine.”
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[ Taehyung ]
‘I've missed you Honey.’
The sweet voice of his mother, Shinhye, greets from over the line. “I’ve missed you too Mom. When will you be back in S.Korea?” Taehyung inquires, petting his fluffy pooch absentmindedly with his free hand, as the other holds the phone to his ear.
‘I have a few more months of the mission left.’
“How is everything going?”
‘Oh, Taehyung, you should see the way the children light up when we come bearing gifts. It's both the sweetest and saddest expression ever.'
“Have I told you, that I have the most caring and loving Mother in existence?” Taehyung, questions appraisingly, smiling to himself when his mother's gleeful giggle rings in his ear.
‘Oh hush, its only because I have the most wonderful, talented, and successful son ever, that I’m able to do what I love and bring some semblance of joy to those less fortunate.'
“Nope, you’re my pampered queen remember? If you want to drain my bank accounts in third world countries then so be it, at least I know that my earnings are being put to a positive use.”
‘There’s my warm-hearted Tae-Bear.’
“Absurd, that you still call me that when I’m coined the cold-hearted #1 Most Handsome Man in the world.”
‘I’m your mother, what do you expect? At least your fathers' genetics were good for something.’
“It’s surprising that no one has made the connection with how similar we look in appearance.”
'I’m sure someone has; your father is a powerful man. Now tell me, how is he treating you?’
"Just as you’d expect.”
‘Hm, he’s an avaricious man; don’t let him mold you into something you don’t want to become.'
“I won’t...”
‘Okay Honey, you’re not telling me everything, what’s really on your mind?’
"I’m beginning to lose control over my inner alpha, becoming triggered by situations that are harder to detect, I’m worried that he’ll break free—
—and take control over you instead.'
“If that happens—
—he already has a target in apperception.’
❦ “Instinctively,
He craves for bloodlust.”
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[Sneak Peak]
Jungkook gasps,Finally making the connection. ❦ Seokjin can’t help but feel something akin to envy,While Jimin continues gushing over his ‘perfect,’ suitor. ❦ Kim Taehyung gets candid,Baring his withered heart to the world.
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H E A R T L E S S
Arch Two
His Melancholy
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[ A Week Later ]
December 30th
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[ The Babyshower ]
Kim Yugyeom and Jeon Jungkook are sat at a kid-size table with equally small stools as they stuff their faces with tea cakes and fancy finger foods, not at all interested in what the adults are discussing. The television is playing, and both children are too focused on watching the children’s channel while the adults pay no mind. The welcoming host and the rest of her guests are sitting around the foyer lounging on comfy couches as they sip their tea and converse with the latest gossip here and there. It's official Goo Hara is having a girl. The congratulations have been cheered, the ambiance warm with the glow of an expectant mother and soon-to-be newborn. The room is filled with diapers and baby wipes, a basket of luxury baby outfits, and furniture. There are not a lot of guests in attendance, mainly the few spouses or children of the leading Chaebol Groups that Goo Hara found pleasant and kind. Park Group Omega Heir Park Jimin and his omether, Spouse Park Junsu. Spouse Kim Jisoo, of Gwangsan Kim Corp Alpha Heiress Kim Jennie, and Yugyeom’s mother. As well as the Jeon Conglomerate Spouse, Jeon Seokjin, and the omether of Alpha Child Heir Jeon Jungkook. Goo Hara cannot help but smile, expressing gratitude as she unwraps her last gift, extremely happy to have become close with a few members of her husband’s chaebol circle. She no longer feels defeated and alone as she had before, facing a new environment and social status, unlike the one she had grown up with. Most of the inner circle saw her as a young gold digger, but Hara had not married for greed; she truly loved her husband despite the frowned upon age gap. “Thank you, everyone, I truly appreciate the emotional support,” Hara speaks with gratitude. “No, thank you for inviting us.” Park Junsu says with his trademark cute smile; even at his age, he was still adorable. Junsu moved to pick up his phone as a notification indicated that he received a message from his daughter. “Oh? Jimin, your sister just texted us to turn the Cable onto Entertainment Seoul Network, her interview with Kim Taehyung is about to air.”
In the background, the two alpha children in the room pout and protest as the channel is changed from the children’s network, but they have no interest in watching the news, so they ask to go on the newly installed playground set in the backyard. The adults allow this, and they play under the careful watch of one of Goo’s housekeepers.
“Really? I’m a fan of his, and I know he normally doesn’t agree to interviews.” Kim Jisoo fidgets, and Park Jimin briefly turns to exchange a glance with her, a silent acknowledgment between them, for the identity of a mutual alpha in their lives is not theirs to share with the rest of their friends. “That’s true, he told me himself that he doesn’t, but he agreed to interview my sister because I asked him to,” Jimin admits with a bashful expression, his cheeks brightening in a blush. “If we make our courting known, I don’t want it to shock his fans completely. Do you know how crazy they can get? I don’t want his career to suffer because he may or may not be dating me.” Seokjin looked on quietly; he hadn’t spoken much that day. “So, how is having an actor court you, especially someone like Kim Taehyung?” Goo Hara questions with curiosity; she, too is a fan of the handsome and talented actor. “It's…great. Taehyung’s sweet and attentive. He’s cautious with me and always makes sure I am comfortable. He treats me like I’m a delicate flower, despite the cold and aloof image that the media portrays.” Jimin hesitates, blushing again as he shares. “And his gaze is piercing, sometimes so intense that I feel he knows exactly what I’m thinking and feeling.” Seokjin looks away, his fingernails digging into his palm. “Look, it’s starting,” Jisoos calls, bringing everyone’s attention to the large flat screen where the prominent and extravagant alpha enters, walking into the frame, his striking good looks causing awe. “That’s a beautiful man.” Park Junsu declares matter of fact. Seokjin’s left eye twitches, a throbbing at his pulse point, his breath hitching in apprehension as he watches the interview with an array of unwelcoming sensations within.
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[ The Interview]
Kim Taehyung gets candid,
Baring his withered heart to the world.
[ Interview: Kim Taehyung Special: Part 1] Park Yoora: ‘Good afternoon, Kim Taehyung. Thank you so much for sitting down to have this interview with me. From my understanding, you have not agreed to an interview since your rookie years, as you prefer not to share beyond surface level with the public and your fans. Thus, as a news and entertainment journalist, it is truly an honor to sit before one of the best actors ever gracing the big screen. Kim Taehyung: You are correct. It's not every day that I allow myself to be interviewed, so let me be quite frank. How improper would it have been for me to decline such an opportunity? After all, you out-status me, Journalist Announcer Park Yoora, or Park Group Chaebol Heiress. I've reached a point in my career where I'm comfortable with the recognition and success I have achieved. Though fleeting, I am looking to pursue endeavors elsewhere. Park Yoora: I’m flattered that you hold me in high regard, Taehyung. Do you mind me asking what precisely these endeavors entail? I’m sure your fans are anxious to see the results of what you seek to achieve.
[Kim Taehyung smirks, his pose loosening as he leans back against the leather armchair]
Kim Taehyung: It’s nothing too drastic; just looking to delve into the business world, try my hand at new projects, and maybe even find someone worth courting. Park Yoora: I'm sure all of Korea would like to know if you have anyone in mind. Kim Taehyung: There is; call me ambitious, but I always strive to pursue the best and give my all while doing so. I have met a few of your peers and one or two stand out. Park Yoora: Well, I know quite a few people that would beg to have an opportunity to see you face to face. How would you feel about a blind date? Kim Taehyung: I wouldn’t be entirely opposed. I am also at the age where I am fully considering my bachelor's status and how it aligns with my personal goals, as I have been so focused on my career that I have not honestly pursued anyone in terms of courting, and that must change if I plan on settling down in the future. Park Yoora: Oh, a family man then? What is your ideal type like? Do you have a preference for omegas, betas, or possibly alphas? Kim Taehyung: Though I have not had the opportunity due to focusing on my career, having a family will make my hard work worth it as I would like to pass on my acquired wealth one day. My ideal type is pretty, and I’m a fool for doe eyes and plush lips. I’m more than aware the public has knowledge of my preference for betas, but neither omega nor alphas are out of the question. I truly want someone who can accept me as I am, including my faults and facets of my personality that only they may see. Park Yoora: That sounds wonderful. I’m sure you’ll have no trouble finding someone who accepts you wholly as you are. In your case, the cold allusive, handsomely mysterious persona works in your favor.
[Kim Taehyun scoffs, his gaze distant as he stares off as if reminiscing the past.]
Kim Taehyung: In the industry, I’m perceived as stand-offish, hard-working, competitive, and ambitious. I don’t deny that I am this way, but I’ll be the first to admit I wasn’t always this way. Life and even this industry bring out facets of oneself that were unknown before. I matured into a more serious person than I was when I was younger. I think the reality of the grind and sacrifices to climb the social ladder and make my way to the top of the entertainment world was ultimately the turning point. I have yet to meet a colleague who hasn’t been affected because the truth of this industry is that sometimes it takes losing yourself to find yourself. Park Yoora: I must say, from a journalist's perspective, you have a very intriguing way of talking; you’re open but closed, direct but also indirect, and you share without detail; it’s fascinating. Kim Taehyung: Is it? I feel it’s necessary to keep my personal and work life separate to an extent. It’s best to be candid with caution…at least for now. Park Yoora: I see. Are you just as cautious in your relationships as well? Your reputation in the industry has given the impression that you’re challenging to figure out and become close with. Kim Taehyung: On the contrary, I’m quite an easy person to understand if I do say so myself. Rarely do I come up with pretexts, beat around the bush, or play games regarding relationships. However, I do admit to tending to getting close to just anyone. I am particular about my friendships and the people I associate myself with. I believe myself to be an introvert at heart, after all. Park Yoora: I completely understand where you are coming from. Speaking of relationships, can you share more about your friendship with Park Bogum and his recent nuptials with singer Rose Park, who you were also linked to in the past? Kim Taehyung: I don’t have much to say on Rose Park; we promoted a drama together, saw each other briefly thereafter, and then went our separate ways. On the other hand, Park Bogum and I grew up together but have become distant with time, military enlistment, and conflict of schedules. My dear old friend is a superb actor, and I know this more than anyone. As a couple, they are perfect for each other, and I genuinely wish their matrimony the best. It was about time they got hitched, and I’m sure Bogum would make a great father to Rose’s daughter Lisa.
[Kim Taehyung’s lips separate into his award-winning rectangular-shaped smile, a mischievous glint in his piercing eyes at the surprise on the journalists mein, and before she can question him further, he continues.]
Kim Taehyung: You know, I have always dreamed of being a father one day. Thus, I feel quite envious that my dear old friend has finally settled down. I almost had the same opportunity prior to pursuing my acting career. Park Yoora: Oh, the unknown omega from your infamous story? The story about your first love, the one that broke your heart and toyed with you. The omega you were prepared to give up your dreams for and settle down with.
Kim Taehyung: Bingo, but you know, that omega doesn’t deserve the unanimous dislike and hate of my fans because, you see, I was in the wrong. I may have perceived it as the omega toying with me and breaking my heart, but with time I realized I was still too young to grasp the concept of adulthood fully. And the reality that I can’t force someone to love me, especially if they never did. Park Yoora: Can you share more about your first love? What were they like? Kim Taehyung: I was only 10 when I came across the most beautiful omega I had ever laid eyes on— — I’m journalist Park Yoora, also known as the beta heiress of the Park Group, and this concludes Part 1 of Kim Taehyung’s Special. The 2nd part will be broadcasted on January 2nd.
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“No, it was just getting to the good part! I’m so curious about this childhood ex of his.” Jimin exclaims as the interview ends and commercials commence.” “Same.” Jisoo and Hara ring in unison, the intrigue and curiosity of a fan too hard to hide. “I could care less,” Seokjin says with an odd bite to his tone. Park Jimin gives him a look, a frown on his face, as he raises an eyebrow at his moodier than lately friend. “What? Just because you’re seeing him doesn’t mean I have to like him.” Seokjin grumbles. “You have no reason to dislike him though,” Jimin states with confusion. “He’s an infamous celebrity with a reputation for sleeping with any beta that throws themselves at him. I think that’s a good enough reason.” Seokjin replies defiantly, jaw set. “No, it’s not Jin, and it's disrespectful for you even to say that when Kim Taehyung has been courting me for the last few weeks.” Jimin retorts with his brow furrowed, not liking that attitude from his friend lately. There are many things Jeon Seokjin is sorry for, but this isn’t one of them, so he won’t apologize. “You’re right; I’ll refrain from sharing my thoughts,” Seokjin says instead, not wanting to argue with the other omega.Jimin sighs; he knows how stubborn his friend could be.
.\~* ❦ *~/. Since the beginning of the baby shower, Jeon Seokjin had looked immaculate and unphased his out appearance but from within, that is not the case. The moment Kim Taehyung was brought up, he had felt liquid fire coursing through his veins and a nauseating sensation as his closest friend talked so wonderfully about his current courter, who just so happens to be his bastard of an ex. Jeon Seokjin recalls the reencounter from his birthday celebration, the way Kim Taehyung had cornered him in the bathroom and caged him in against the sink as he had claimed his mouth for his own. Seokjin does not know what Kim Taehyung is playing at with getting involved with Park Jimin because the alpha had not seemed to care that he was courting the petite omega when he had all but shoved his tongue down his throat and declared quite boldly that he seeks Seokjin out intentionally.
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“Yah, Kim Taehyung!”
The shove barely does anything, but Taehyung allows some distance between them as he moves away on his own accord, unfolding his sleeves and fastening the cufflinks as if nothing ever happened, his expression unreadable and stoic as ever.
The nonchalance and indifference cannot be said for the riled-up omega, who quickly begins rinsing out the aroma of spice from his mouth with soapy water, panicking at the thought of Jimin recognizing the scent of his suitor on him.
The moment he no longer tastes the alpha, he turns to him with a narrowed gaze, anger flashing in his eyes. “I don’t know what you're playing at, but nothing gives you the right to kiss me without my consent. That of which is of great importance, when considering the fact that I’m married, and you’re officially courting my best friend!”
The silence that follows the outburst is one of tension as the omega looks at him as if he’s scum, and with nonchalance, the alpha taunts rhetorically. “Are you done?”
Then a continuation with a raised eyebrow. “Listen, I’ll tell you exactly what I’m playing at when the time comes. For now, just know that you’re at the center of it all." Taehyung says with a dark chuckle, shamelessly eyeing the omega as he lasciviously wets his bottom lip, causing the omega to shift uncomfortably under the intensity of his gaze.
“No, you listen. I'm not at the ‘center' of anything. I’m not sure what you think we had, but it ended a long time ago; eight years is more than enough time to have gotten over your pathetic schoolboy infatuation with me.” The omega states harshly, nearing closer to the door as he sets some boundaries to prevent a situation like this one from reoccurring. “I need you to keep your distance. If I must tolerate your presence for Jimin's sake, then so be it, but don't get it twisted. The moment you overstep, I’ll tell him exactly what occurred in here.”
The omega walks away with the last word, leaving behind a sense of Deja Vu that has Taehyung embedding his nails into his palms to control the need to escalate a confrontation.
The scoff resounds a minute later as he voices into the emptiness surrounding him. “That's what you think, but it’s not over until I say it is. I've accomplished my dreams, and now, I'll take over yours."
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Kim Seokjin had caught the last of Taehyung’s utterance when he’d leaned against the door to fix his appearance and normalize his pulsate before returning to the table. And now, this interview, where Taehyung is encroaching on his territory and exposing parts of their shared past to the public. Taehyung forced his way back into his life for what… petty revenge. Why now? Why involve Jimin? What for? To get back at Seokjin for being the cause of his heartbreak? How far would Taehyung go to ‘take over’ whatever it was that he wanted from him? Indeed, the warm and sweet youth from his past had been replaced by a cold and resentful alpha who seemed hell-bent on taking Seokjin down with him. The intensity of the alpha is a constant; those pure intentions from the past are now erased by pure obscure intent. Seokjin doesn’t know what to expect. He can barely mentally wrap his mind around that Taehyung is back and ready to wreak havoc in his life. Seokjin wanted to bury his past, but nothing stayed in the same place forever.
If Taehyung found out his greatest deceit, what would he do?
Because deep down, Seokjin believes that an ember of Taehyung’s love for him still exists, but if the alpha hates him with the same intensity that he loves, then Seokjin needs to be prepared for what’s coming.
Jeon Seokjin must be prepared when he finally dares to speak the truth.
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[ Jungkook ]
“Ome, are you sick?” Jeon Jungkook questions with concern, placing his tiny hand on his omether’s cheek to peer into his eyes. “No, baby, I just have a lot on my mind.” His omether reassures him, but Jungkook doesn’t think he’s being honest because his ome wasn’t acting like himself, and Jungkook didn’t like that. “Kookie knows what can make Ome feel better….” Junkgook says, tugging his omether’s hand to lead him to the movie room. “…watching a movie with Ome’s favorite actor!” The pure intentions of his son take to make him feel better warm Seokjin’s heart, and he can’t help but go along with whatever his son wants, even if he has to plague his eyesight with that alphas face again, because he regrets collecting Kim Taehyungs work like an obsessive fan over the years.
Seokjin had never truly let go of his past, did he?
The proof was in the beautiful child that was only the best of them.
How much longer could the truth go hidden?
“Ome… “Jungkook gasps, his eyes widening, recognition finally settling in as he took in the actor on the screen, who was no longer dressed in ancient clothing but of the modern era, one he could have sworn he had seen. “Kookie thinks he met him before.”
Jeon Seokjin feels his barriers crumble.
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‘I loved you, Kim Taehyung, but my love wasn’t strong enough to suffer by your side.’
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[ December 30th ]
Later that Evening: A Not so Relaxing Bath
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[ Taehyung ]
The pieces of the chess board are in movement. The next move had been made within the last couple of hours. It is his birthday today, and as a little present to himself, he had decided to bare his soul for all to see, for him to see, through an exclusive candid interview given to the journalist of his choice, Park Yoora.
The purpose?
To prepare his fans…mostly. Taehyung could already foretell the public uproar in the upcoming months.
At him?
Possibly.
To them?
Of course.
So why not meet it in strive?
He no longer plans to hide.
Will revealing and ascending cause strife?
Most definitely.
What does he have to lose?
Nothing. Taehyung will no longer hide; he’ll bare it all, embracing the darkness of his thoughts and the true purpose of his actions. He has little care for those that would be affected by the actions he will take. A flash of vision; striking lithe frame, cunning mind, ebony locks, tempting plush red, and deceiving doe eyes. The vision narrows: the entire expanse of pale smooth skin, pulsating jugular, and suppressed scent gland hidden are protected by a luxury collar worth thousand.
A collar he would tear off with his teeth.
The thought enters his mind like a catalyst. One he cannot control as his mouth waters, his incisors prickling painfully as they drop an inch from his gums, tearing into his bottom lip. Taehyung raises in a rush motion, stepping out of the bathtub as bathwater sloshes beyond the sides and onto the tiled floor. His fingernail beds are already bleeding, nails growing into claws, as he makes his way to one of the vanity drawers and urgently searches for the vile fluid to subdue the bloodlust. He finds it, his vision already bleeding, as he stumbles into his room and towards his bedside table, where a syringe lies. He quickly uncaps it and pricks the needle into the vile before returning to the correct dosage. Then he grasps it in his clawed grasp and plunges into the muscle of his left ass cheek, injecting the burning serum. He collapses onto his bed, the syringe slipping from his hands and rolling across the floor as the world around him fades to black.
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Kim Taehyung is poisoning his mind,
And rapidly losing control of himself.
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The prey can no longer run to hide,
The predator will no longer allow it.
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The prey would play right into his hands,
And then,
Jeon Seokjin would be his.
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His to maul,
His to ruin,
And his to leave destitute.
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Kim Taehyung never once claimed to be a good person, No, He will be the Heartless bastard standing in the way of Jeon Seokjin’s happily ever after. After all, Misery loves Company.
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H E A R T L E S S
Arch Two
His Heir
17
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[ Recap]
Taehyung could already foretell the public uproar in the upcoming months.
At him?
Possibly.
To them?
Of course.
So why not meet it in strive?
He no longer plans to hide.
Will revealing and ascending cause strife?
Most definitely.
What does he have to lose?
Nothing. Taehyung will no longer hide, he’ll bare it all, embracing the darkness of his thoughts and true purpose of his actions. He has little care for those that would be affected by the actions he will take. A flash of vision; striking lithe frame, cunning mind, ebony locks, tempting plush red, and deceiving doe eyes. The vision narrows: the full expanse of pale smooth skin, pulsating jugular, and suppressed scent gland hidden and protected by a luxury collar worth thousand.
A collar he would tear off with his teeth.
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[December 31st: That Morning]
“Well, you look like shit this morning.” Min Yoongi raises an eyebrow, sipping his black sugarless coffee, as he leans against the counter and takes in the sight of the younger. “I feel like it, too, I had to inject myself with a double dose last night, and tonight I’ll be revealed as the illegitimate son of the Kim Group. I need to mentally prepare myself for all the bullshit thrown my way after today.” Taehyung mutters, pushing his breakfast aside and slumping over the table a bit, jaw resting on his open hand as he looks up at the shorter. “Hmm.” Yoongi hums, opening his mouth to say something before furrowing his brow and grimacing. “What is it that you want to tell me?” Taehyung questions, perturbed by the hesitance that his closest friend and manager is showing because it’s so unlike the straightforward asshole he’s used to dealing with every day. “Do you recall the trip we took at the beginning of the year to figure out how to control your issue?” Taehyung nods, expression grim as he recalls. “How could I forget? You got smashed the second night there and went on to betray your Sunshine.” “Not exactly; our relationship is complicated, but that night…” Yoongi gazes down into his mug, his pale hands tightening around the warm ceramic. “It was Park Jimin who I bedded.” “Is that so?” Taehyung murmurs in contemplation. The information is interesting but does little to bother him, for he has no genuine interest in Park Jimin. He would have never bothered to drag the omega onto his chessboard if it had been solely up to him. “What would you have me do then?” “Exclude him from the crossfire,” Yoongi states, meeting Taehyung’s gaze immediately. “As much as it sickens me to admit, you have your charms, and with that billboard face of yours, I cannot fathom the omega not being swayed by your acting.” “The omega is just eye candy to pass the time, and—oh, you fancy him,” Taehyung utters, the realization settling as he sees the twitching of Yoongi’s fingers even though his expressionless face gives nothing away. “Again, what would you have me do?” “Not lead him on. From my perspective, he could make a good ally in the long term.” “I’ll think about it.” “Messing with Park will not bring you closer to your objective.” “No, but it’s entertaining, provoking his fiery.” “That omega’s slit must have done wonders in the sheets.” “It was nothing special.” “You say that as if you don’t want to pry it away from an old man and sink into it yourself.” “Enough. I’m not in the mood to speak of the Jeons.” “As much you go on about making Jeon Seokjin miserable, you haven’t attempted to strike him where his biggest weakness lies.” “I don’t play dirty.” “Maybe it’s my time to play a hand in the ruin of the Jeons, starting from the littlest Jeon.” Yoongi murmurs, having his reasons but not being serious about targeting the child even though he voices his name.
“Jeon Jungkook.”
Taehyung glares up at Yoongi. “I have no interest in learning about the Jeon brat nor in utilizing him to bring about their downfall. I may be a coldhearted bastard, but I still have my own set of morals, and children are off-limits in my games.” Yoongi sighs, his tiny mouth forming a pout. “I guess ransoming the Jeons to bankruptcy is out of the question; that’s too bad I was ready to try my hand at kidnapping.” Kim Taehyung snorts at the cynical joke, for they would never cross that line; they may be assholes, but they were not evil.
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[ The Jeons ]
Jeon Seokjin brushes cold ointment over his sensitive scent gland with the tip of his pointer finger, wincing at the touch, for at least 3 inches of his usually pale skin is darkened with bruising. The two small scabs over his scent gland slowly peeled away to reveal the torn outer layer of flesh and the deep inner layers of the incisor-shaped puncture wound. “It appears worse.” Jeon Junghyun notes as he approaches Seokjin, having recovered his health to the point where he could walk steadily for short distances. “There is one thing we haven’t tried.” “I refuse. This is my punishment. I’m barely a functioning omega.” Seokjin says coldly before downing the high dosage of suppressants he usually takes before public events. “You deserve no punishment, Seokjin; you’ve never done anything wrong.” “We both know that’s not true,” Seokjin utters, stepping into his outfit for the night, a classy black sequined ensemble with exposed glimpses of his shoulders and arms. Typically Seokjin prefers more masculine omega wear like pantsuits. Since tonight was a special occasion, he decided to for a flowy floor-length dress with a long slit in the fabric exposing his shapely leg and silver kitten heels on his pedicured feet. “Maybe, but there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t pray my gratitude for your acceptance in becoming my Spouse.” “Even if I could turn back time to 8 years ago, I would still choose my knight and shining Armor.” “And now?” “I’ll remain by your side no matter what,” Seokjin says, turning around to embrace his husband. “Are you ready? Tonight’s the night we publicly introduce to the Nation, my heir.” Jeon murmurs against his spouse’s temple as he reaches around Seokjin and fastens the complicated sequins on his back. “I’m not prepared for him to be in the spotlight.” “It was our deal.” “I know.” Seokjin murmurs and Junghyun smiles, moving over to the Jewelry displays in the walk-in closet to pick out the collar for the night. Simple always looks best on his spouse, so he picks out a thick diamond-encrusted eye-catching collar with an inner hypoallergenic padded silk band. Seokjin approaches, and Jonghyun moves around to fasten the collar, taking the matching key to lock the collar in place. Seokjin winces at the initial weight, but the inner silk's smoothness relieves his throbbing bruising. As for accessories, he chooses two diamond-encrusted rings, white gold earrings, a lariat necklace, and a silver diamond clutch to complete his look. “Stunning.” Junghyun praises, his chest meeting Seokjin’s back in an embrace, taking in their appearance in the floor-length mirrors. Both make an impressive image, and Seokjin’s beauty is undoubtedly worldwide, but even at his current age Jeon Junghyun is a handsomely tall man with chiseled features and salt-and-pepper hair. They made a gorgeous couple, the type of couple you’d see and only imagine that their offspring would inherit the shared beauty tenth fold; shame the probability of that occurring is null. “It’s good to see your health steadily improving.” “The traditional tea has helped.” “I’m glad. Jeon Junghyun hums, triggering his scent glands to impregnate the younger with his scent of allspice. “It’s time to head out; let’s ensure Kookie’s ready.” “That reminds me, I need to pack a bag in case he gets bored,” Seokjin remembers pulling at Junghyun’s hand to seek out youngest Jeon. They find the adorable child already dressed in the iron-pressed suit that Seokjin had laid out earlier and already a step ahead of his omether as he was packing his bag; a coloring book, his favorite markers, his tablet, a noise-canceling headset, and a change of clothes. “Great job packing your bag Kookie.” Seokjin praises, looking over the contents of the see-through backpack. Jungkook startles a bit, turning to face them with wide eyes; he gasps, his jaw-dropping, as he looks up at this omether with sparking eyes full of awe. “Ome, you look so beautiful.” He murmurs, running to hug his progenitor around the waist to nuzzle his little face against the material covering his omether’s warmth. As Seokjin crouches down to wrap his arms around his son, his omega makes a brief appearance while purring contentedly at its pup’s reaction, enjoying the sensation of the baby’s inner alpha weaving around his four legs for a fleeting moment before disappearing in the depths of Seokjin consciousness.
It was the short moments like this when Seokjin truly missed his inner omega.
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“Grandfather,” Jungkook calls from the backseat, leaning against his omether’s comforting for. “Kookie’s nervous.” Jeon Junghyun turns slightly from the passenger seat to give the child his attention and reassure him of his worries. “Don’t be; we’ve been reviewing expectations during our lessons, right?” “Mhm,” Jungkook mumbles with an unsure nod. “And who’s mastered all the lessons this old man gives him?” “Me!” Jungkook exclaims with a toothy grin. “See, you’ll do well.” Seokjin clears his throat, getting the alpha pair’s attention, as he reminds in a sterner tone. “Jeon Jungkook, you must remember how to address your grandfather when we are in front of people.” “Yes, Ome.” “How are you expected to address him once we leave this car?” “By father.” Jungkook answers. “And if anyone questions your relationship?” Seokjin questions, but his child must understand the importance of maintaining this secret. “I never reveal that he’s not my real father,” Jungkook states in rehearsed confidence. “That’s my good baby.” .\~* ❦ *~/.
[ The Downward Spiral ]
“Kim Taehyung speaking.” Said alpha answers without emotion, having already checked the caller’s id and expecting the following rant. “You bastard! How dare you have the fucking audacity to broadcast my personal life on television. I truly pity you; time passes, and you’re still stuck in the past. Keep our names out of your fucking mouth before I sue you for defamation or, better yet, expose the identity of the omega whore who turned you into a sniveling, pathetic piece of shit. Do hear me, Kim Taehyung?!” “Loud and clear, but now it’s my turn to speak.” Taehyung chuckles hollowly. “Omega whore? I don’t deny that, but it’s amusing you’d say that when it was your omega who rode our dicks back-to-back. Take that step and see what happens. I’d start with releasing the rest of your omega’s dirty little secrets like the tape of her fucking you while I watched over our daughter, or should say, your daughter.” “Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.” “No, thank you. I’m not into backstabbers.” Kim Taehyung states and hangs up, his mind reminiscing as he prepares for his debut in high society.
His motions falter momentarily as a sweet gurgle and toothless smile reappear in his memories.
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[Start of Flashback: 6 years ago]
“That baby is not yours.” Min Yoongi had said the moment his sharp eyes rested upon the infant bundled up in her ‘father’s’ arms. “Why would you say something like that? Of course, she’s my daughter.” Taehyung frowned, looking at his friend with anger for spewing such nonsense. “Listen, Taehyung-ah; your heart is still too kind, too trusting. Don’t turn a blind eye to the fucked-up reality of life, or you’ll never be able to survive in this wolf-eat-wolf world. “Please, I just want this small piece of happiness for myself. It’s all I ask for.” Taehyung murmurs, voice thick with emotion as he stares down at the cherubic face of his infant daughter. “I’m just looking out for you as your friend Taehyung-ah. I have to be your voice of reason when you refuse reality, and I know you don’t want to hear this but take the paternity test before you get even more attached to the child.” I know you want to heal your broken heart…but don’t blind yourself to what’s in front of you, or you’ll only destroy yourself in the process.
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“It’s over, Rose.”
“Please, Taehyung, you’re the one I love. Bogum was just a fling to pass the time when I felt neglected.”
“Love? If that’s the kind of love you have for me, I don’t want it.”
“Think about Lisa.”
“You should have thought about Lisa and confessed to me the truth before deciding to continue opening your legs to my supposed best friend behind my back.
“Please, Taehyung, think of your daughter; we can still make it work.”
“Leave me be. I don’t want you anymore. You and Lisa are Bogum’s to care for now. He’s her biological father, after all.”
“What? No, she’s yours, ours!”
“Probability of Paternity 0%.” Kim Taehyung reads in monotone, releasing the copy of the paternity test that shows no relation to the child he’d grown to love.
“…I’m sorry, I thought she was yours!” Rose wails, her shaking hands gripping the proof of her infidelity, as she watches him walk away from her for good.
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The tears rolled continuously, for Min Yoongi had been right. Once again, Kim Taehyung had been made a fool, his emotions played with and cast aside by the person he had chosen to move on with and learn to love, needing to finally let the heartbreak of his first love rest, and fulfill the painful yearning of wanting to be a father. Kim Taehyung had finally learned his lesson the second time, for someone like him would never obtain happiness. Min Yoongi was right; Taehyung finally understood that to make something of himself, he would have to shed the sliver of good intention that the Taehyung from that small town still possessed. Kim Taehyung clutched the tabloid in his grasp, tears continuing to fall, as he stared down at the photo depicted, where a gorgeous omega with ebony hair smiled up at a handsome, much older alpha, their arms interlocked, as the words on the cover swirl in his blurry vision: A close source has revealed that The Jeon Group may be on the way to welcoming a new addition to their family. It was then that Taehyung had decided it was time. To survive, Taehyung needed to become cutthroat, and he would do it, he would work endlessly to surpass Park Bogum and become one of the best entertainers in the industry, then, he’d join the ranks of his asshole father and gain power, and lastly, he’d force Jeon Seokjin into misery by succumbing him to his will. Kim Taehyung had crushed the tabloid cover, shoving it aside, as he opened his laptop and navigated to a specific website he had saved under his bookmarks. He had opened the webpage and filled out the information anonymously before pressing click in confirmation and watching as the funds drained from his bank account and into different stocks as he purchased his first shares of the Jeon Conglomerate.
If he couldn’t find happiness, then neither could he.
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A/N: A long, unedited update of about 6,000 words. Warning: The last section is rated slightly dubious and a bit nasty; there’s also a bit of degradation and use of the word princess. If this makes you uncomfortable, I suggest not reading past [ The Humiliation] heading.
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Arch Two
His Heir
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[ Recap]
“Jeon Jungkook, you must remember how to address your grandfather when we are in front of people.”
“Yes, Ome.”
“How are you expected to address him once we leave this car?”
“By father.” Jungkook answers.
“And if anyone questions your relationship?” Seokjin questions, but it’s crucial that his child understands the importance of maintaining this secret.
“I never reveal that he’s not my real father,” Jungkook states confidently.
“That’s my good baby.”
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[December 31st: That Evening]
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The New Year Assemblage and Banquet]
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[ The Arrival of the Jeon Heir ]
The flashing lights of various cameras are blinding as another sleek vehicle stops aside the red carpet. The railings and the security hired for the event keep the paparazzi, different media outlets, economic-business enthusiasts, and chaebol fanatics that align either side of the carpeted walkway at bay. A valet staff member on standby approaches the driver’s side, waiting until the car door opens, and a tall and formidable figure steps out to hand the employee the keys. The man moves to open the passenger door to let out his employer. The presence of Jeon Junghyun is just as formidable despite his age and slight hunch. There is a slight limp to his gait as he supports himself upright with the help of an intricately engraved cane. He nods to the man, his bodyguard, who returns the gesture and flanks directly behind him. Jeon then opens the rear passenger door to allow his omega spouse and heir to enter the spotlight. It could be said that more than one gasp and murmur could be heard as silver kitten heels and a long shapely leg appear first before the ethereal visual of the Jeon Spouse who stuns in a sequined black flowy floor length ensemble, his exposed skin shimmering with body highlighter. The diamond-encrusted collar and cohesively adorned jewelry emphasize the value and status of omega. Jeon Seokjin places a chaste peck on his husband’s cheek as he interlocks their arms. The diamonds of his silver clutch purse brush against the cuffs of his husband’s suit as he turns slightly to the right to glance back into the rear seat. “Come, Sweetheart.” The Jeon Spouse calls, the timber of his voice soothing, as he extends his right arm. A few seconds pass before a small hand grasps his own, and the Jeon Hier steps out at last, dressed in a suit and wearing a clear backpack packed with his essentials; the child is truly an adorable sight with his large doe eyes, tiny plump lips, and a cute little nose that appears slightly large for his small face. Jeon Jungkook stands next to his omether, holding his progenitor’s hand tightly as the speculated family of three and their bodyguard make their way up the red carpet. The seven-year-old cannot help but widen his eyes even more as he takes in the sight and sounds of people taking candid photos and calling out to them, vying for their attention. He’s a bit overwhelmed by everything but does his best to smile brightly and wave, just like the scene from his favorite movie, ‘Just smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave…’.
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Forty Minutes in, Jeon Jungkook has been personally introduced to almost everyone, for this is his first time attending a public event, and many are curious to meet the little Hier.
“The Jeon Heir is absolutely adorable.”
“Oh, my goodness, he’s the cutest.”
“He’ll grow up to be quite the looker.”
“He’s inherited his omether’s eyes.”
“I can already tell he’ll be a good candidate for our Gina.”
Seokjin laughs incredulously; high society is always a trip with their future planning and getting ahead of themselves, for his son had many more years to go before he was eligible for marriage. Many associates and acquaintances approach them while they mingle, admiring Seokjin’s beauty and apparel, commending Junghyun for his business endeavors, and showering Jungkook with praise for simply existing. “Thank you very much,” Jungkook replies to everyone, giving him attention, smiling cutely, and sometimes responding back with a compliment.
‘Wah, your dress is pretty.’
‘I like your neckless.’
‘You’re just as handsome as me.’
‘I know you from school. Do you want to be Kookie’s friend?’
The child is normally not so welcoming towards attention from unfamiliar people, but being between his omether and ‘father’ gave him the confidence to be a proud Jeon. Aside from this, there were a lot of kids at the event that Jungkook recognized from his school. He had already spotted rude BamBam, nice Youngjae, cool Yuri, and pretty Yoona, amongst many others. Yoona had even come up to give him a hug earlier because her family was sitting at the table closest to theirs. For this reason, Jungkook could not help but overhear his classmates whining as she begged her mother to let her join some of the other kids in a different room. “Mommy, can I please go to the kids’ room? I’m bored.” Im Yoona whines, begging her mother for the nth time. The beta spouse to the Im Hier sighs, finally giving in to her child as she tells her sternly. “Yes, Yoona, just behave. I don’t want you going back and forth all evening.” “Thank you, Mommy!” Yoona cheers happily, giving her mother a big hug, before skipping over to the Jeon’s Table to look up at Mr. Jeon and ask permission to drag her friend along with her. “Can Kookie come with me?” She asks cutely. Jungkook perks up at that because he is bored and doesn’t want to take out his toys on the fancy table. In fact, he wants to go to the kids’ room, too. So, he does what any confident pup would do. He leans against his omether, widening his eyes imploringly as he looks up with his best puppy eyes, knowing full well he has his pretty ome wrapped around his finger. Seokjin could only sigh in defeat, for his baby alpha was truly his weakness, and in retaliation for this fact, he could not deny the impulse to scoop him up into his arms to smother him with kisses. Jungkook giggles sweetly, for he loves basking in his Ome’s affection. Junghyun smiles at the scene, giving permission for Jungkook to join the young omega by turning to his bodyguard and ordering, “Please escort Jungkook and Yoona to the children’s room. It’s down the hall and around the corner.” “Yes, Sir.” Bodyguard Jeon inclines before leading the kids to the designated room.
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[ The Reveal ]
20 minutes later, a main spokesperson for the evening returns to the stage, soft static traveling through the surrounding speakers as the microphone turns on. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you’re enjoying your evening thus far. It’s an hour in, and a fresh round of appetizers will be coming shortly, but before then, The Kim Group would like to make an important announcement.” The spokesperson informs, motioning for the Kims to enter the stage. The Kim Family steps onto the stage; the Heir, Alpha Kim Jennie, her omega Jisoo, and their son Kim Yugyeom, along with a few other relatives, line up behind The Head, Kim Wonbin, and his Spouse, Nayoung. The business and economics media are gathered around the stage, and only trusted journalists are ready to spin the announcement into good publicity as Kim Wonbin approaches the podium. The businessman tilts the microphone closer to his mouth, ready to alter the events of his past and cast them into a more positive light, implementing strategic damage control and reducing foreseen backlash through a carefully crafted half-truth story. “Good evening, I am not exactly sure where to start, for what I am to reveal will shock many, and I am sure our country will reel with the information I am about to share. As you all know, many of us share similar lives and experiences. The blessing of being born into such legacies comes with immense pressure. Therefore, it is only natural to seek respite and rebel in our youth before taking on the daunting responsibility of leading our legacies. Many years ago, when I was a teenager, I, too, rebelled against the pressure my father placed on me. “I left my home in the middle of the night and traveled as far as possible. I hid in a small town for about six months and worked at a diner to support myself because I knew that if I accessed my bank account, my father would track me down in no time. Little did I know my father had already found me and was only entertaining me, for he liked that I had humble experiences and learned to work hard. “Of course, as many of you know, the rebelling ends when it’s time to face all that is to be yours head-on. Thus, I returned to Seoul and began training under my father. My future marriage became a topic a little later, and my parents introduced me to Nayoung. I knew the moment I met her that she was fated for me. My Nayoung was perfect in every way, my one true mate. Everyone I had ever met before she faded away into forgotten memories because I had who I truly wanted right beside me. “Thus, you can imagine my shock and shame when I learned a few years after our marriage that I had borne a son in my time of rebellion.” It’s the first bombshell that Kim Wonbin drops, letting the stunned silence linger for a moment and continuing in his speech when surprised murmurs begin to sound. “I must admit, I wanted nothing to do with the child. At that time, my father was also adamant about this as well, for an illegitimate child would taint the image of the Kim Group. And I was fully to blame for this, a disappointment to my father. However, my conscience would not allow me to shirk the responsibility of providing for the child in some way, so I financially supported the child from a distance. “However, this changed when my father finally passed, for it was my beloved Nayoung who encouraged me to reach out to my son and attempt to build a relationship with him. And so, with her support, I did, although that journey was not easy, for my son resented me. A fact that was understandable, for I had not been present in the earliest chapters of his life. Nevertheless, my son and I strengthened our familial bond with time, patience, and understanding. I am ever so grateful for Nayoung, for I was able to swallow my pride and get the opportunity to see my son grow into the accomplished man he is today, and I cannot be prouder of him. It is with this mindset that I would like to introduce my first-born alpha child, Kim Taehyung.” Audible gasps and murmurs break out into the high society audience as the famous, drop-dead gorgeous alpha enters. Striding confidently toward the stage with the ever-cold and aloof mien present on his chiseled, symmetrical face. The years of acting and modeling experience were evident as the alpha struts down an invisible runway, drawing appraising eyes onto him magnetically.
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Another hour later, Kim Taehyung was the event's star, and single betas and omegas flocked to him. Taehyung entertains them well, perfectly in control in his celebrity mask, knowing exactly what to say to charm his way into their confidence. Taehyung can deceive anyone with his impeccable acting skills, but not many know how he truly is. The few who know him accept him for how he is, but not even they know how demented he can be. No, that facet of himself is reserved for one person. Kim Taehyung acknowledges this by saluting a silent ‘cheers’ with his glass of rum in the direction of the omega that drives him mad. From across the room, Jeon Seokjin cannot help but sneak glances at Kim Taehyung. He’s currently standing amongst a group and half-listening to their chatters as he tries to remain engaged in the conversation. The topic of Kim Wonbin’s illegitimate heir is a popular one, and Seokjin cannot help but want to gag internally while seeing the way these ‘elites’ throw themselves at the famous alpha. And it’s truly sickening the way jealousy rears its ugly head within him as he observes how Taehyung gives those desperate hussies his attention. And he knows that it's unmerited of him to feel this way, for Seokjin has long forsaken the love the other had for him, letting go of the once sweet alpha with venomous words and prejudice. Eventually, this turns him into a cynical and jaded alpha, for Seokjin knows that he is Taehyung’s trigger, for the innocent infatuation has darkened into something unpredictable. And maybe, deep inside, there’s a sick satisfaction that no other omega will impact Kim Taehyung as he does. It’s more than intuition to ascertain that the alpha will never truly want anyone but him. Not even Park Jimin could change that. The most selfish part of Seokjin’s psyche would not allow it. Harbingering, his gaze meets Taehyung’s from across the room, and he watches as the other silently toasts to him. Seokjin peels his gaze away, throwing his head back to down the flute of champagne in one go, setting his empty wine glass down on a passing waiter’s tray before excusing himself from the group. Seokjin sashays towards the main exit at an even pace, knowing full well that he’s the emanating flame that the younger will always gravitate towards, whether the alpha truly wants to or not, and it would be of no surprise to him if the alpha was hurriedly downing his drink to abruptly excuse himself as well. He can only hope that the alpha has the tact to follow him at a prudent distance.
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[ The Humiliation]
Jeon Seokjin makes his way past the double archway into the well-lit hallway, his heeled strut unhurried, as he sashays down the hall, the bottom of his heels clicking against the glossy floor of the corridor. He walks to his destination, nodding pleasantly to those passing him to reenter the event room as his steps follow to the left. The sound of children can be heard as he passes one of the doors that opens into the children’s room. The designated lavatories for the event are at the end of the hall, but continue past them, for he can already hear the gossiping upper class from the open gendered-class entrances, and all he needs is a moment of privacy. Seokjin is pleased when he comes to single unisex lavatories around the corner and out of sight from the main hall. He enters a lavatory, not bothering to lock the door behind him, as he approaches the sink to take in his appearance and fiddle with the contents of his clutch purse, pretending to look occupied as he waits. A few minutes pass by, and Seokjin is now in the middle of reapplying gloss to his plush lips when the door opens and insteps Kim Taehyung. Alarmed, Seokjin drops the tube of lip-gloss, turning hastily towards the intruding alpha, his eyes widening in ‘feigned’ startlement as he yelps out a command. “Get out. This stall is already occupied!” Taehyung tilts his head in amusement, heeding him no mind as he steps further into the stall. “All the more reason to stay.” He says simply before smoothly turning the lock behind him, not even bothering to glance at it, for his eyes are locked onto Seokjin. His gaze traveled the length of Seokjin’s body, lingering a tad longer on the diminutive waist and dramatic flare of the omega’s hips. Taehyung licks his lips, his mouth watering, as he blatantly checks the omega out before his gaze finally locks with Seokjin. “Are you done?” Seokjin sneers with attitude, acting peeved when he feels flattered. “I am now,” Taehyung replies, the haze of exaltation dissipating from his eyes. Seokjin rolls his eyes, twisting his plump mouth into a scowl as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Did I not warn you to keep your distance from me?” Seokjin demands with a snapping lilt to his words, fooling himself into believing that he hadn’t intentionally led the alpha to him, fully exploiting the power he knew he had over him. “Eight years should have been long enough to get over your schoolboy infatuation with me.” “I wouldn’t be in here if that were the case. I never agreed to your demands. Your warning wasn’t very threatening. Mine, on the other hand…?” Taehyung trails, chuckling triumphantly before gloating. “I told you my plans were centered around you. Now, look at where we stand. I acquired enough fame to court your closest friend; now I’ve entered your social circle, and I’ll remain invading every part of your life, driving you to misery when all you see is me.” “Get over yourself, Taehyung; the past is in the past; move on already!” “It’s not over until I say it is, but I’ll repeat it until it's etched into your pretty little head; I’ve accomplished my dreams, and now I’ll take over yours.” Seokjin scoffs in repulsion. “You are so childish and obsessive. You’re sick in the head, Taehyung. Clearly, you need professional help to recover from the hurt I caused in the past. Do you seek an apology? Is that it? Well, I’m sorry, Taehyung! I wasn’t the right omega for you, and I couldn't care less how much you are worth now. You’re still the impulsive, desperate little alpha who thought he had what it took to chain me by his side. Newsflash, TaeTae, I moved on to greener pastures, and maybe you should too, for all I see before me is a miserable, pathetic excuse of an alpha.”
Here, a difference
between them for Taehyung may strike with scornful remarks, grudging lust, and brawn, but Seokjin strikes with words that cut deep, his tongue poisonous, as he targets the fragile ego of a hurt alpha, his contention piercing into the insecurities of someone who also feels less than.
“Ah, yeah, you must be so fucking blissful, overjoyed in greener pastures, while wearing the honorary collar of a money-hungry, coffin-robbing, omegan-bitch” Taehyung seethes, looming over Seokjin after having entered his space. A manicured hand strikes his face when the insulting quip leaves his mouth. Seokjin flinches, the sound of the slap still ringing in his ears as his palm prickles with the ache from the impact. Taehyung straightens his head, touching the heated skin of his left cheek, before glowering into Seokjin’s eyes. “What? Does it hurt to hear the truth? As if you don’t spread those legs of yours on the daily for a crippled geezer double your age.” “You’ve become such a hateful bastard.” Seokjin murmurs, his voice cracking and eyes welling up with unshed tears. “All thanks to you whore.” Seokjin shoves at his chest with both of his hands, yelling up at him. “Fuck you, Taehyung, I may be a whore, but you are a pathetic excuse of an alpha. My husband is loving and kind and provides everything I could ever want!” “I bet old Jeon can’t keep it up long enough to fuck you for more than a few minutes.” “He fucks me better than you ever did. I don’t recall your teenaged size cock being enough to please me truly.” Seokjin belittles, scrutinizing the alpha disparagingly. Seokjin’s in full-on bitch mode as he spews haughtily, intending to continue hurting the alpha with his words. “Kim Taehyung, it doesn’t matter how far you’ve come or what you’ve become. Sudden Heir to Kim Group? So what? It means nothing to me. You’re not alpha enough in every sense to satisfy me. Then or now, for I am more than content in belonging to Jeon Junghyun.” Taehyung’s teeth clack as he clenches his mouth shut, his jaw muscles tensing, and the look in his eyes darkening. The piercing gaze flashes red as a provoked rage surfaces. In a sudden motion, Taehyung crowds into the Seokjin’s space, grabbing him by the waist and whirling him around to shove him up against the sink, caging him in. “I’ve grown a lot in the past decade. I’ve been alpha enough for all the betas and omegas I’ve bedded. I have countless options to choose from, and every one of them is better than you. Yet, you put yourself on a pedestal, as if you’re not an aging omega with a used cunt, that derives pleasure from a wrinkly old prick in exchange for riches. If that’s not the epitome of a gold-digging whore, then I don’t know what is.” Taehyung shares cynically, tightening his hold on the omega to the point of bruising, before suddenly moving a hand up to wrap around the delicate throat, the diamonds of the omegas collar poking into his calloused palm as his fingers press into the smooth skin above the sign of ownership. Seokjin whimpers, in slight fright at the display of aggression, the alpha glaring at him through the reflection before them. It’s terrifying, as is the way Seokjin can feel the tenseness of Taehyung’s form. The younger doing his best to repress his wrath, keeping control, to constrain the inner alpha that bristles the surface, ready to pounce and possess the infuriating omega. Taehyung grins predatorily before thrusting his pelvis onto Seokjin’s ass. “And yet, despite this, if you offered yourself to me, I wouldn’t deny you. I could easily destroy you with my cock, ruin that pretentiously big mouth of yours, good for nothing but sucking cock and spewing venom.” A craving shiver zings through Seokjin, for the dirty talk and all the manhandling causes a current to ignite in his lower belly, an eruption of fluttering as tingles travel down to his core, causing him to squirm within the alpha hold as he feels slick dribbling out of his hole and dampening his thong. The reaction of the omega does not escape the alpha, and so he mocks. “Does it please you, turn you on, knowing that you’ve left scars so deep into my soul that you’ve become the center of my pathetic obsession?” “No, the knowledge only makes me pity what you’ve become,” Seokjin mutters, finally finding the voice to respond. “Is that so?” Taehyung retorts wickedly before yanking the hand on the omega’s throat toward him roughly, causing the omega to arch his upper body against him in an uncomfortable position as his lower abdomen digs against the counter. “Your scent…and leaking cunt speaks otherwise.” Taehyung snarls, flaring his nostrils to inhale the telltale scent of arousal, the apple scent of the omega spiking with a heady hint of spice, his own lust soon mixing into the air. Seokjin lets out a shameful whine, continuing to squirm in the alpha’s hold, as the scent and feel of his own slick begin clouding his judgment, for he feels so empty, his insides clenching uncomfortably around nothing, as the deep timber of Taehyung’s voice unleashes his lasciviousness. “It’s an internal battle, despising but also desiring you,” Taehyung utters, unable to control the need to touch, as he releases the tight grip on the cinched waist to free his hand and wanders lower.
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Trailing down to the side of the omega’s upper thigh, where the fabric of the dress parts is enough to expose the toned leg. Taehyung licks his lip as his hand touches the soft skin before slipping his hand under the fabric, wrapping around, and trailing his fingers up the inner thigh to approach the heated core torturously slow. “Stop this, Taehyung…” Seokjin demands, the half-hearted plea coming out wantonly, unable to hide the yearning that laces his vocal inflection. “Tell me you’re mine,” Taehyung says instead, heeding no mind to the empty plea. “No.” The omega responds stubbornly, trying to return to his senses and fight the desire coursing through him, as he brings his hands up to grip the hand around his throat in a feeble attempt to remove it. It’s useless, for Taehyung knows better. The omega wants this, having reached for the hand around his throat instead of the one between his legs. This drives him further. “Tell me.” The alpha growls, his eyes flashing red, as his hand shoves upward to cup the moist mound harshly, his palm grinding against the protruding clit, as the thin lace wedges between the fat pussy lips. The omega gasps open-mouthed, his head tilting back onto the alpha's shoulder as a guttural moan escapes him. His manicured nails dig into the alpha’s wrist as more pressure is applied to his throbbing clit, and fresh slick dribbles out of his hole to pool onto Taehyung’s waiting hand. “This sexy little cunt betrays you, so why don’t you go ahead and tell me that you’re mine,” Taehyung repeats seductively, whispering into Seokjin’s ear, the warm breath causing pleasurable goosebumps to break out. “N—n—no…” The omega counters breathlessly, his stubborn pride still intact despite the stolen pleasure. Taehyung deviously plans to knock him down a notch. And so the alpha smirks, shifting the panties to the side, before unexpectedly breaching the leaking hole by sinking two of his lengthy digits into the omega’s heat. Seokjin shrieks, his nails embedding further into Taehyung’s wrist as he kicks out reflexively, his abstinent walls clenching painfully around the thick, invasive fingers. “Fuck. You’re so tight. Taking my fingers so well and stretching out around me.” Taehyung grunts before he brutally pistons into the velvet-slickened heat, the omega’s walls clenching around him like a vice. “Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll make you feel so good.” He promises before giving the omega an out. “Or tell me to stop right now, and I’ll retreat...” He says, stopping the motions of his fingers, keeping them still inside the omega’s heat as he lifts his thumb off of the pulsating clit, stunting the thrilling shocks. “…Letting you run back to a husband that has probably never satisfied you sexually.” There is silence for a moment. The opportunity to escape from his grasp is given, but the omega makes no movement to accept or decline. Taehyung gaze remains locked onto Seokjin's prideful one, his obsessive mind soaking in the omega's perfectly beautiful face, etching the flushed face, enthralling blush, and fluttering eyelashes to memory. For a moment, Kim Taehyung is transported back to his youth, the sweet image of a young omega coming to the forefront of his mind, one that had yet to be tainted. In that moment of nostalgic weakness, Taehyung moves to step away, uncupping the omega's mound and extracting his fingers from the warm heat. “Return to your husband, princess.” The alpha urges in a softened tone, one so contrasted with the disrespectful way he now speaks to the omega. An almost frenzied expression fleets across the omega’s face as he desperately tightens his grasp over the alpha’s wrist. “N—no. Y—y—yours.” Seokjin finally concedes in a stutter, and Taehyung rewards him by slipping three fingers back into his cunt. The slick-coated walls ease the way for another digit as the omega moans, welcoming the added stretch. The scent of his swollen, pinkened pussy is intoxicating, and Taehyung growls, slipping in a fourth finger without warning to piston in and out of the omega’s dripping cunt, all the while murmuring a plethora of praises into the omega’s ear. “That’s it, princess, give in to me. You clench so good for me. Tightening your walls around me. Keeping my fingers trapped inside.” Seokjin whimpers, drawing blood beneath his fingernails, for the brutal motion of the alpha impaling him on his fingers and driving them into his stretched hole and battered insides is too much to bear, for he feels so full. Taehyung ruts into him from behind, grinding his covered erection against him. The feel of sizeable length that the alpha packs in the confines of his suit pants leaves little to the imagination. Every time Taehyung thrusts forward, his bulge nudges between his covered ass-cheeks, and it's maddening. For he can only imagine what it would feel like to be impaled by the alpha's virile cock instead. A sexy, smug grin graces Taehyung's perfectly chiseled face as if aware and privy to the dirty trail of Seokjin's lewd thoughts. Taehyung chuckles mischievously, bringing Seokjin out of his lustful reverie as he brings down the hand still clutched in the omega's grasp to pinch at his clothed nipple. Seokjin hisses at the pleasurable sting before a high-pitched squeal rips from his throat as Taehyung simultaneously curls the thick fingers into his g-spot, all the while flicking his engorged clit with a thumb. “Cum for me, princess.” The alpha growls, guttural and sexy. The crude intensity of the alpha is all-consuming, pushing the omega over the edge. Seokjin sees stars as he reaches his climax, his eyes flashing blue. The omega writhers in overwhelming ecstasy against Taehyung, squirting uncontrollably around the pulsating vice that grips the alpha's fingers in him. “Only yours…” He mindlessly mumbles, repeating the words in mantra, blinded by the whole-bodied climax. The alpha holds him through his drawn-out peak, teeth coming to graze over his right earlobe before slipping it in between parted lips and enveloping it in wet warmth. He sucks on it, freeing the omegas pinched nipple to move on to the teat, receiving no attention. He plays with it, rolling it gently between his fingers, scratching lightly over the bud, and pulling at it. He alternates these motions, enjoying the arousing whimpers and provocative writhing of overstimulation, as he slips out his fingers and plays between the chubby folds, enjoying the wet feel of the creamy soft heat as he patiently waits for his omega to come down from the sensual high. “Did you enjoy yourself, princess?” Taehyung questions with a content hum when Seokjin’s uneven breaths steadies. It’s the omega’s rude awakening, for he’s lost his mind; the reality of what just occurred settling in as the alpha speaks. The risks of being caught and exposed outweigh the benefits of being taken to a metaphorical paradise. And so, Seokjin settles for the blame game, denying the part he played in escalating the unwarranted intimacy between them. “You forced it out of me, knowing I would have never said so otherwise.” He scathes, jerking backward to wiggle his way out between the counter and the alpha. “I forced you?” Taehyung questions rhetorically, snorting at the ridiculous accusation, as he straightens up, looking down at Seokjin in disappointed disbelief, before sighing to himself and going along with the omega’s denial. “You’re right. I did. No hard feelings, princess, you were never mine to begin with.” Kim Taehyung admits a cruel lilt to his tone as he removes himself from the omega. Released from the hold maintaining him upright, Seokjin sinks onto the cold floor, his quivering legs unable to support his weight in the aftermath of such an aggressive and draining orgasm. Taehyung raises his right hand, inspecting it with an arrogant mien, before spreading his fingers to display the webbing of the viscous omegan slick clinging to them. Taehyung laughs, rubbing his fingertips together to let a few droplets of slick splat onto the tile floor. There’s an expression of humiliation on Seokjin’s face as he listens to Taehyung wash his hands thoroughly. The faucet closes, the water stops, and then the shutter of a phone camera can be heard, making him peer up at the alpha in panic. Seokjin’s about to demand Taehyung to delete the photo, but the alpha speaks, and he decides to keep his mouth shut. “Don’t worry, this is only for my eyes. A keepsake, if you will. One of a debauched, loyal, trophy husband.” Taehyung goads, wanting to hurt the omega before him. “You can’t tell me you didn’t marry for money when it seems I fucked you better with just my fingers than your old husband can with his limp cock. It makes me wonder just how many others you’ve easily spread your legs for.” Seokjin decides to be the bigger person and remains silent, knowing that another scathing verbal match will only ensue if he responds. Taehyung scoffs at the silent treatment, biting out condescendingly. “Hurry up and clean yourself. You look and smell like a cheap whore.” And with that, Kim Taehyung leaves with the final word, letting the door slam shut behind him.
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It only takes a few seconds before Seokjin’s prideful façade cracks. The omega can no longer contain his emotions. His vision blurs with tears as small sobs escape him. He hugs himself to self-soothe, his body shaking with the cries he tries to keep at bay. It’s useless for the omega breaks. The incomplete mating bite burned painfully. An agonizing reminder of what could have been. He breaks down sobbing at the cruelty of it all. These encounters and this sudden intimate proximity have begun to strengthen the alpha’s past claim on him. He sobs even harder, for he can now sense the phantom sensation of the alpha’s emotions traveling through the one-sided bond. He can feel a semblance of every emotion that currently arises within Kim Taehyung. He can feel the conflict of the alpha in leaving him in this state, an apologetic regret that the alpha crushes the moment he feels it. It scalds the aged mating bite, for he can feel the remnants of the pure love that once filled the now-broken heart. A love that was now tainted with loathing and vengeance. Seokjin cries because he, too, is a victim of circumstances and misunderstanding. But how could the alpha ever know? The reasons behind his actions are concealed, especially when he has the habit of keeping his mouth shut. The connection between them is unrequited, for it is unfulfilled, as the alpha does not bear the omega’s mating bite and thus cannot feel the emotional turmoil within him. It hurts. It hurts so bad. It hurts so bad to feel how the other perceives him. Words could lie and cut deep, but nothing withstands the internal gutting of emotions bared raw. The sensation of the emotional vibration of the alpha’s aged bite is intense with veracity, for the exposed emotions tell the truth. This is something that, for the other, remains unseen in Seokjin, for the omega has become skillful in deception. Someone as tainted as him could never be so truthful, for Kim Seokjin had been lying to the world long before Kim Taehyung entered his life. And the omega knew, from when he returned the young alpha's gaze all those years ago, that he would be the younger's perdition.
That is exactly what Seokjin became to Taehyung in the end because the omega chose to cover up what happened all those years ago. The drive behind Kim Taehyung’s obsession does not escape him, for he’s aware that the base instinct of an alpha is to chase the omega they have laid claim to. Ultimately, Seokjin is truly to blame for the alpha’s unhealthy obsession. Seokjin could have spoken up and could have revealed the truth at any moment, but he chose not to and continues choosing so. Kim Taehyung never knew he had laid a physical claim on Seokjin amid a delirious rut that the omega had taken advantage of. A final farewell during a night Taehyung had no recollection of, a selfish goodbye before leaving everything behind to join the golden world of the chaebols. It is a reality that Kim Seokjin chose to dig his own bejeweled grave, and now he must continue lying in his plentiful, deceitful riches. So, he wipes his tears, embracing the perceived facade of a conniving money-hungry bitch as he cleans the sticky mess between his thighs, masks his scent, and freshens up his trophy husband image before stepping out of the lavatory with his head held high. Kim Seokjin…a breathing embodiment of a lie.
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Thank you to those who vote, comment, and still check up on me regularly; I truly appreciate the kindness.
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Q: Thoughts on this Chapter? Any predictions for what’s to come?I’m telling you, this fic is heading toward Melodrama Mexican Soap Opera territory.This chapter reveals a lot, and I hope it doesn’t disappoint.