11-Safe but not okay
World Building Fact:
Alpha's with Amber Fever, a chronic condition of having extremely high levels of Alpherone hormone in their bodies, typically associated with permanently yellow eyes, has several side effects.
One of which being extremely high pain tolerance. While this can seem beneficial, it can also be detrimental. Alphas with this condition can often go days without realizing they've broken bones or are experiencing appendicitis. There have been instances where Alphas have not realized that they've had a heart attack or a stroke until it was too late.
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Taehyung glanced around, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand instead of his sniffling pup a few feet away.
Pup, need pup safe, need pup safe.
Taehyung shuddered, but kept his posture straight.
"Which one is..." Taehyung trailed off, not wanting Jungkook to hear the name.
Yoongi frowned, "He's not here."
Taehyung glared at his Alpha, indignant rage bubbling in his chest. "You fucking let him run away," he hissed furiously. His teeth ached, and he could feel the urge to rip Yoongi's throat out.
Failed.
My Alpha failed.
Didn't keep me safe.
Almost immediately, Yoongi's hand was wrapped around Tae's neck, soothing, calming, and forcing endorphins rush into his bloodstream.
"I'm starting to think I should just glue my hand here," Yoongi teased softly.
Taehyung's face flushed. It was embarrassing, just how pathetic he was. He couldn't even control himself. How was he supposed to protect Kookie, if he couldn't even protect his own thoughts?
His eyes flicked over to Jimin and Hoseok, who were looking at him with sympathetic, reassuring smiles. They were listening to Yoongi and Tae's conversation from a bit of a distance, focusing on keeping Jungkook feeling safe and warm.
"Please don't feel embarassed," Yoongi whispered, "It's a very stressful situation." The Omega felt hot, ashamed.
It was pathetic.
Pathetic.
Taehyung had always had a loose grip on his temper, both just naturally, and because of easily spiking hormones, but this was ridiculous. This was a serious situation that required his focus, and Taehyung couldn't even stay even-tempered for it.
"We should talk about changing my contraceptives after this," Taehyung admitted, self-hatred brewing in his words, "It's fucking with my head."
Yoongi gave Taehyung a firm, unamused look. "Taehyung. You're my beautiful, sadistic, short-tempered mate. I would be concerned if you didn't leave me with a few bruises."
"This isn't normal."
"None of this is normal, Taehyung. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. We can, of course, re-evaluate your birth-control, but not because you're insecure."
"But-"
Yoongi stepped forward, looking Taehyung in the eyes, voice low, "You are the same person who nearly killed me because I wasn't fucking you rough enough, Taehyung. Is that the best temperament to have during a crisis? Maybe not, but Noona wants to eat people when he's stressed."
Taehyung gave Yoongi a small smile, because Yoongi did have a point.
"If Noona isn't insecure about being a cannibal, you definitely can't be insecure about being a hothead, okay?"
"Okay, Oppa."
"Good. That's the end of this conversation," Yoongi smiled comfortingly, warm again, "Now, you were asking about our person of interest?"
Taehyung nodded.
Yoongi gestured to a particularly bloody corpse. Its fingers were all missing; the legs were bent at unnatural angles; the decapitated head was facing Tae, frozen in a silent scream.
"According to that thing, the cunt left just before we burst in. He was heading to their car, which is parked at the front of the lot. It's nearly a mile walk, and there's no way he'd make it in less than fifteen minutes. Noona and Joonie got here a little while back. They'll run him before he gets out of here," Yoongi explained.
"So the only issue is with the... evidence we've left?" Taehyung asked, glancing around at the bloody corpses.
Another heat-cramp racked through it and wordlessly Yoongi wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist, letting the Omega rest his weight on him as he dealt with the rush of pain. And once it was over, Yoongi continued the conversation as if nothing had happened.
They were all rather ruined. Bloody, faceless, broken bones, detached limbs, pools of blood. "You did a number on all of them," Tae noted, watching as Yoongi's chest puffed up proudly at the compliment.
"Probably not a good idea to deal with it officially. We could claim Daehyun did it, but..."
"It's better the bodies never get seen," Yoongi finished, agreeing.
"Guess you're getting your wish, after all," Yoongi smiled, affectionate and doting.
"Really?" Taehyung asked, excited.
The Alpha nodded, reaching out to ruffle Taehyung's hair, like he wasn't feeding Taehyung's destructive tendencies.
From behind them, Hoseok huffed, "You really need to learn how to say no, Yoongi."
"That's hyung to you, you fucking hypocrite," Yoongi growled, smile dropping, a sharp frown in its place.
Hoseok visibly winced, raising his hands in surrender, "Sorry, hyung. Please continue making poor decisions in order to cater to our mates every whim and desire. Why does it matter if we could go to jail? What's jail in the face of love?" Hoseok asked rhetorically, voice soft and submissive, even if his words were anything but.
Yoongi gave Hoseok a final, warning growl, before turning back to Taehyung, tugging the Omega closer. The Alpha tugged Taehyung into a soft kiss, lips pressing plushly against Taehyung's, parting his lips at the Omega's command.
Yoongi always willingly submitted to the Omegas like this: subtly, classily, pridefully. It was his job to make his mates happy, and that's what he'd do for the rest of his life.
When Taehyung finally pulled away, the Omega was smiling and the Alpha was looking at him with besotted eyes.
The Omega turned towards the Beta bodyguards, "One of you boys go find me some fucking gasoline."
Hoseok groaned, exasperated.
—
While Yoongi and Taehyung dosed the building in gasoline, Jimin and Hoseok had stepped out, standing a safe distance away, waiting for their mates to come out.
"Look, Kookie!" Jimin cooed softly, "It's Papa!" Hoseok looked at his pup.
Jungkook's face was still tucked into Jimin's neck, albeit not as tightly. Though most of his face wasn't visible, those adorable doe-eyes glanced warily over at Hoseok, pink and teary from fear.
The Alpha could quite literally feel like heart pang from pain. His adorable, happy baby. Hoseok wished he could take all Jungkook's pain away. Suffered ten times worse in his place. Done anything to prevent his pup's pain.
Hoseok didn't do enough.
Wasn't strong enough. Wasn't Alpha enough.
And his pup got hurt because of it.
Hi, Jungkookie, Hoseok greeted softly through the bond, Mommy smells nice, doesn't he?
Jungkook shifted slightly, not really acknowledging the question.
Nose hurts.
Hoseok nodded, pretending like those words didn't slap him in the face. Hoseok wanted to cry. His poor pup, so overstimulated that his nose was bleeding.
Jimin bit his lip, no doubt feeling the exact same way.
Do you wanna smell Papa? Maybe that will help a little?
Hoseok gently increased his scent, letting the smell subtly waft over to Kookie.
Jungkook closed his eyes, burrowing deeper into Jimin's neck.
Hoseok took this as a silent rejection. It stung, but Hoseok understood. His scent as an Alpha, as a strong, dominant, freak Alpha, was bitter, sour, and altogether not soothing.
Jimin looked at Hoseok sympathetically; the Omega's eyes pleading that the Alpha not take the rejection to heart.
Hoseok smiled, shoving his selfish hurt aside.
That's okay, baby. Mommies and Daddies will do whatever you want. If you wanna stay with Mommy, you'll stay with Mommy.
Hoseok turned to move away, and Kookie whined, loudly, pained and scared.
Appa no, don't leave, don't leave, don't leave, don't leave, don't leave, have to protect me and mommy, Papa can't be distracted, need hands free, have to-
Hoseok immediately froze. Jimin's eyes widened.
Papa's not leaving, Hoseok reassured, confused and panicked.
Appa has to stay and protect Kookie, the pup cried, wet eyes pleaded at Hoseok, peaking up from Jimin's neck.
Jimin bounced the pup slightly, soothing hands running up and down Kookie's back. The Omega seemed just as pained and frantic as Hoseok. Neither of them had ever seen Kookie this unconsolable.
It was frightening.
Shh. It's okay. Papa's here. Papa's going to protect us. Do you want Appa here, too? Jimin asked softly.
Jungkook shuddered, again, a movement likely meant to be a shake of his head, but was more of a shiver. No. Papa's stronger.
Hoseok gave Kookie a pained smile, warmth and disgust circling each other in his stomach. Papa's right here, don't worry.
—
Yoongi, Tae, and their 5 Beta guards walked out. Yoongi just looked exhausted; the bruise on his face a dark red color at this point. Tae, while still looking rather down, had a small, little smile on his face.
Hoseok smiled; their youngest mate was easy to distract and easier to console. It was undoubtedly adorable.
His mates walked up to them, both of their eyes focused on Kookie.
"How is he doing?" Yoongi asked softly, while Tae immediately walked up to Jimin and Kookie.
Hoseok shrugged, unable to conjure up a more positive response, "Better than a couple minutes ago? He doesn't want me to leave, so I can protect him and Mommy. He still smells like fear. But he's not shivering anymore, so that's a plus I guess."
"So, still really fucking bad," Yoongi summed up, just as upset as Hoseok was.
"Pretty much."
"Noona better be ripping Daehyun apart, I swear to fucking god," Yoongi muttered.
The Alpha's scent started to amp up again, slowly going from scented candles to ashy fires, and Hoseok quickly reached out to hold the Alpha's hand, soothingly rubbing a thumb over the top of Yoongi's hand.
"Calm, hyung, we don't want to stress Jungkook further," Hoseok reminded.
Yoongi nodded, head dipping to look at the ground, "Right, sorry. It's just... It's a lot."
"I know," Hoseok looked at Yoongi, "That's why there's six of us. You helped Taehyung a while back, and now, Taehyung's strong enough to take over for the both of us. We all have our weak moments, but, this is why we work."
"I know."
"You should go say hello, at least. You barely got a chance to earlier. And then we can start heading back to the front. Pretty sure the police will be running over as soon as they see the smoke," Hoseok nodded at the building cloud of smoke rising from the bookshop.
Yoongi nodded.
—
Yoongi looked at his pup.
So small. So undeserving of pain.
All Yoongi wanted to do was hold Jungkook tight, curl up into a ball, and keep his pup warm and safe under thick blankets for eternity.
But that wasn't going to happen. It was an impossible dream, so all he could do was keep being strong, and give Kookie a warm smile.
Hi, bunny, Yoongi greeted, are you feeling a little better? Mommy feel safe?
Jungkook nodded jerkily. Hi, Appa. Mommy's feels safe. nose hurts.
Yoongi smiled, We're going to meet Eomma and Daddy, so you'll have the whole pack with you, okay?
Kookie's eyes widened slightly, Want pack cuddles, please?
Yoongi chuckled, a pained sound. That Kookie thought Yoongi could deny him anything right now, was ridiculous. Kookie could have asked for the sun to rise from the West, and Yoongi would have found a way to make it happen.
Pack cuddles were literally nothing. They were guaranteed.
Of course, baby. We can do anything you want.
Yoongi took a step forward, and Kookie flinched, cuddles at home, only at home, home, home, home, home.
The Alpha immediately took several steps back, raising panicked eyes at Jimin, only for the Omega to give him a similarly panicked look back.
Jungkook whined, no, Appa come back, Appa don't leave, please, I'll be good, please, please, please, please
Yoongi took a tentative step forward, and then froze, two steps away from the pup in Jimin's arms, unsure where he should go.
Jimin was bouncing Kookie in his arms, pumping out a soothing, candy, safe, safe scent, petting Kookie's head firmly.
Kookie shivered violently, hands twitching against Jimin's chest, as the soothing scent became stronger and stronger.
Do you want Appa close or no baby? We'll do whatever you want, but you need to let us know what you want. Please, baby. Tell Mommy what you want.
Want Appa close, but don't wanna smell. Want cuddles at home.
Jimin frowned confused, but immediately took another two steps away from Yoongi, to make sure the pup couldn't smell the Alpha.
Thank you for telling Mommy, Jungkookie. Appa will stay close, but no scenting, right Appa?
Yoongi nodded, whatever Jungkookie wants.
Jungkook just whined, burrowing further into Jimin's shoulder.
—
They were walking back towards the front of the lot. Hoseok sighed, before wincing.
Every breath made the bullet wounds in his chest twinge. He was rather lucky; his extraordinarily high Alpherone hormone levels gave him an extremely high pain tolerance and a rather quick healing rate.
So the bullet wounds that should have had him gasping on the ground, bleeding to death, were just a bit more than an extremely painful muscle ache. Though, he was still in desperate need of medical attention, it wasn't pressing enough to bring to everyone's attention.
Jimin's eyes flickered over Hoseok's body with a concerned frown. "Are you okay?" Jimin mouthed, making sure Kookie couldn't hear him.
Hoseok smiled, waving off Jimin's concern; it was sweet of Jimin, but he wasn't important right now. Hoseok could get checked out later. He wasn't passing out, and that was really all that mattered right now.
"Don't worry about it, baby. I'm fine," he reassured.
Jimin nodded, turning his attention back to Jungkook. Taehyung, though, was too aware to let the interaction go.
Tae frowned, "Yoongi-oppa. Hoseok-oppa's having trouble walking, can you look at him, please?" The entire entourage stopped, turning to look at Hoseok curiously. The amber-eyed Alpha waved all of them off. "I'm fine, Tae."
Yoongi sniffed the air, before walking towards Hoseok with an irritated look, "How bad is it?"
Hoseok blinked, "Not bad at-"
The Alpha ripped open the jacket that Hoseok had zipped up to hide his injuries. "You were shot," Yoongi growled, voice low.
His scent stayed stably at sweet candles, but Yoongi's hands were shaking. "They shot you? Twice? And you didn't tell me?"
Waving a hand, Hoseok brushed off their concerns, "Please, I've had a lot worse. We need to focus on Jungkook."
Because he had. They all know he had. He was an ex-assassin, getting shot twice used to be his normal Tuesday agenda.
Yoongi huffed, shifting Hoseok so that he was leaning heavily on Yoongi. Without another comment, Yoongi nudged Hoseok, silently asking the Alpha to start moving.
And that was that, the entourage started moving again, and Hoseok had to admit, he was in a lot less pain. The ache was minimal now that he wasn't straining the muscles in his hips and back.
Yoongi was cursing under his breath, "Fuck you. You fucking get shot and you don't fucking tell me. You're a fucking cunt, you know that? The fuck am I supposed to do if you drop dead right here? Fucking bullet wounds for Christ sake. And two. Two mother fucki-"
Hoseok pressed a kiss to Yoongi's temple, "I love you, too, hyung."
—
Seokjin and Namjoon got out of the car, police cars quickly pulling up all around them.
They were at the strip mall.
Yoongi had called, letting them know that Kookie was safe, but Daehyun was running to the front of the lot. Namjoon and Seokjin should see him run up any second now.
Seokjin's lips pressed together into a hard frown. "Keep an eye out- we don't want to miss him."
Namjoon nodded tensely, "Yes, Noona."
The Commissioner gingerly walked up to them, still acting like a pussy after Seokjin showed him his place back at the Department. He offered both of them 90 degree bows.
Namjoon nodded. Seokjin didn't even give the man that.
"Since we aren't sure, where they are, our officers are going to methodically sweep the area. We'll find yourpup, Mr. Kim," the Commissioner reassured needlessly.
Seokjin was well-aware that Jungkook was safe. He was also aware the Jungkook was at the very back of the lot. But, he kept silent, knowing his mates likely needed a couple minutes to sort themselves out.
"That's fine."
The Commissioner nodded, and then just stood there, next to Namjoon and Seokjin, like he deserved to breathe the same air.
Namjoon raised an eyebrow, "Did you decide that you were more valuable as a corpse? Is that why you're standing around instead of being useful? I mean... Whatever you want, Lee, but it's an odd choice."
The Commissioner's face went white; he squeaked, and ran off to join the ranks of officers heading down towards the lot, no doubt wanting to be as far away from Namjoon and Seokjin as possible.
"It's attractive when you get aggressive," Seokjin mumbled under his breath, "You should do it more often."
Namjoon smiled, "I'm aggressive all the time. It just happens to be that I'm a sensitive bastard around you."
"I remember when you were still a blushy little thing," Seokjin hummed, "So eager to please."
Namjoon tightened his grip around Seokjin's waist with a teasing smile, "Do you have a preference?"
"Blushy pup or bloodthirsty monster, you've always been mine, and that's my only preference," Seokjin smiled, looking back out at the lot.
Namjoon hummed, heart fluttering at Seokjin's words, before catching the sight of a familiar car, and suddenly it was back to business.
"I see his car. Let's head towards it. I don't want to miss him accidentally."
Seokjin nodded.
The police officers watched them walk away, before turning away. Whatever the Kims were doing, it was none of their business. If they wanted the police to help, they'd ask. Until then, the officers would follow orders and focus on finding the Kim pup.
—
Seokjin hummed, Namjoon's hands were soothingly sliding up and down Seokjin's arms. The Omega leaned his head back, resting it on the Alpha's chest.
Seokjin was still very much alert, eyes carefully flicking over the area, but there was a sense of peace that came from leaning against his Alpha.
Seokjin was furious. He felt blood-thirsty and empty, but the Alpha's touch had warmth dripping back into cold cavity of his chest.
"Is that..." Namjoon trailed, posture straightening.
Seokjin glanced over the lot, focusing on a figure jogging sloppily towards them.
Daehyun.
"Should we hide, and wait for him to come to us?" Namjoon asked calmly, "Or do you want me to shoot him?"
Cold, cold, pain, blood, danger, danger, danger, danger
Seokjin purred, "I want you to drag him to my feet."
The Omega wanted to see the Alpha, beg and grovel at his feet for mercy. Seokjin wanted to deny him, wanted to watch at the hope shriveled in the man's eyes.
Seokjin had plans. Long, elaborate plans.
No, Daehyun wasn't getting a bullet wound, nothing that quick and impersonal. Seokjin was going to personally inflict every wound. Seokjin would rub salt into cuts and shatter his femurs. Seokjin was going to cut off his dick and rip out the Alpha's scent gland. Seokjin was going to shove Daehyun's dick down the Alpha's throat. Seokjin was going to crack his kneecaps and shove bamboo underneath his finger nails.
Seokjin was going to make Daehyung wish he was dead.
Seokjin was going to make an example out of the fucking bastard that thought he could take his pup.
No one touches Seokjin's Jungkook, and the Omega was going to make sure the world got the message.
Namjoon gently slipped out from behind Seokjin, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. The Alpha smirked, "Noona's wish. My command."
Seokjin smiled, watching as his strong Alpha mate ran down to confront Daehyun.
"Don't hurt him too much," Seokjin called out playfully, "I have plans."
Daehyun immediately recognized Namjoon, stumbling, attempting to run away, only to be quickly overtaken by the Kim Alpha.
It was arousing. Namjoon didn't even lift a finger, just shouting out an order Seokjin couldn't hear, and Daehyun immediately dropped to his knees, limp and entirely in Namjoon's control.
My mate. My strong, desirable mate. Strong, worthy mate.
Carelessly, Namjoon reached out to grab Daehyun's ankle, and literally dragged the Alpha back to Seokjin. One side of Daehyun's face and half of the Alpha's body scraped against the pavement, leaving a bloody, red streak in his wake.
Namjoon was clearly doing it on purpose. Seokjin huffed a laugh, loving how petty his mate was. A few moments later, the Alpha dumped Daehyun in a bloody heap at Seokjin's feet.
"Fucking stay on the ground," Namjoon growled, ordering Daehyun, "Don't even fucking move, you understand?"
The Alpha was clearly holding himself back from ripping Daehyun apart, and Seokjin appreciated the effort. In a show of appreciation, Seokjin reached out to grab his mate's hand.
"Puh-puh, please, I b-beg for mercy, Mr. Kim, I didn't know the pup was yours, " Daehyun blubbered, head pressed against the ground.
Daehyun was kneeling submissively at Seokjin's feet, as if he was praying to a god. It didn't really make Seokjin feel any more sympathetic towards the Alpha, but it did make him realize that Namjoon would look so pretty like that.
"I couldn't care less," Seokjin said, softly, "You took my pup. You hurt him. You made him cry. You should be punished for that."
"Puh-please," Daehyun begged.
"Namjoonie known for being fair," Seokjin smiled, the serene, unaffected smile of a goddess overlooking a battle ground, "So, I'll give you a chance to earn mercy. I want you to beg. Beg for your life."
"Please," Daehyun whispered, "It was an honest mistake. I would have never taken the pup if I had known he was yours."
"Offer me money," Seokjin demanded, "Favors."
"I'll give you everything I have. I have connections in Washington. They're yours. Just, please, please, please, please let me go," Daehyun blubbered.
Seokjin crouched down. "Look at me," he ordered.
Daehyun got on his knees, red, watery eyes pleading pathetically at Seokjin's. The Alpha was shivering, sobs racking through his body.
The Omega loved it. He couldn't help but imagine what his tears tasted like, or what his skin tasted like, seasoned by his tears and a good Spanish blend.
"Offer me your loyalty. Offer me your life," Seokjin whispered, wanted to hear the cunt lay himself down like a dog at Seokjin's mercy.
"I'll be yours. I- I'll stay in Seoul. I'll do anything. I'll serve the Kims for the rest of my life, just please, I beg of you, spare my life." The Alpha looked into Seokjin's eyes imploringly.
"Fine."
"W-what-"
Seokjin flashed his fangs in sharp, sadistic smile, "I won't kill you. I'll just make you beg me to, is that fair? I'm giving you what you want, no?"
Namjoon, a foot away, huffed a laugh. Seokjin suppressed his own.
Daehyun's face had gone white, hope draining from his eyes; he looked like a corpse, eyes fluttering like he was going to faint.
"He really is pathetic, isn't he?" Seokjin asked, looking up at Namjoon.
Namjoon shrugged, "There's a reason I went for him first when Bangtan was still starting out." Seokjin hummed- that made sense.
"F-fuck, you."
Seokjin turned back, amusement draining away. "What did you say to me?"
Daehyun looked at him, anger brewing pathetically in his eyes as his spit his words at Seokjin, "Fuck you and your fucking pup. I hope his nose is fucking burned. He's a weak cunt, bleeding all over the place."
Seokjin backhanded the Alpha.
Daehyun fell back to the ground, clutching his cheek in pain.
Seokjin was wearing sharp diamond rings on each finger, and their imprints were in made in deep, bleeding gashes on the Alpha's cheek.
"You made Jungkook's nose bleed?" the Omega asked, lowly, standing up.
Fury burned in Seokjin's chest. Jungkook's nose was bleeding. This fucking bastard made his pup bleed.
"Namjoon, baby, do you still have your knife?" Seokjin asked, still staring down Daehyun. "Yes, Noona."
"Good," Seokjin whispered, out for blood, "Make him cut his nose off."
"Wh-what, no, please-"
Namjoon pressed a soft kiss to Seokjin's cheek before pulling out his small switchblade and offering it out to Daehyun.
"Take this knife and cut it off," Namjoon commanded in Alpha-voice, "Now." Daehyun shakily reached out for the knife, sobbing at his raised the blade to his face.
"And, once he's done with that, I want him to eat it," Seokjin added, glancing at his mate.
Namjoon chuckled, pulling Seokjin into his arms, "My precious mate is so creative."
Seokjin smirked, watching at the Alpha screamed out from his self-inflicted pain. "Just the tip of the iceberg. I have plans."
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