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Steady thrums of mind numbing pain echo throughout the body's nervous system. A supple form, curvaceous by design, withered rhythmically on the floor. “Heh, look at em’. Almost looks as if he's dancing to the music," one of the useless thugs attempted to make light of their dark deed. For nearly an hour, they had been beating on the small omega on the floor. Most assumed their disagreement was based upon ethnic identities, yet the three thugs - and Jimin - knew otherwise.

Another minute dared to escape them as time dragged on. The restroom they were in, filth and graffiti lined each surface, had been empty for quite some time. A surprising feat, considering they were in the prime time for happy hour. “Look, just tell us how you knew about Sibuyan?! Unless we need to visit your daughter instead?”At the mention of Lana, Jimi froze in his fetal position on the floor.

Of course he was in pain. They had jumped him the moment he dared to enter the restroom. Struck him stiffly in the back of the head with a gloved fist. He'd been on the ground ever since. Yet only the mention of his daughter had ignited that violent fire within the omega. One that burned hot enough to numb the sensation of pain within him. Instead his eyes honed in on a forgotten needle, one that had clearly been used to achieve a certain amount of dopamine. Serotonin, even.

Too busy sharing a hearty laugh with one another, the thugs hadn't noticed Jimin's hand creeping towards the needle until it was too late. Once his small - yet lethal - grasp enclosed around the needle, he stabbed the one nearest to him in a sensitive tendon on their ankle. As one crumbled, the other two scrambled for their firearms, but Jimi had already ripped the needle free with a slick squelch before he stabbed it into the next one's crotch.

As the second thug crumbled, the third had been swift to deliver a violent punch to Jimin's jaw, effectively disorienting the omega. “I've been waiting to teach you a lesson, you've always been too confident for your own good, pretty bitch or not,” the remaining thug continued as he started to undress. An unsurprising act - given alphas generally had a one tracked mind - that afforded Jimin the opportunity to steal a knife from one of the fallen thugs. Without hesitation, he leapt onto the large alpha's chest. He stiffly stabbed the man's throat. Quick and thoughtless, just like Yuna had taught him.

One would think someone like Jimin - a caretaker, a mother, and omega - would have trouble taking a life. But he had seen enough to know his actions had been in the best interest of Lana. He'd do it again, given the option. At that thought, he suddenly realized that these men knew about his family and personal connections. Consequently, he was quick to vacate the bathroom. Jimin took one of their large coats to cover his petite frame. No one stopped him, but he could feel their insistent stares. Without hesitation he entered the dressing room that was designated for the dancers. A slightly bloodied and bruised palm snatched up his personal bag, then charged his way out of the building’s emergency fire exit.

As he made his way to his car, fumbling to find the keys within his purse, he realized he was being followed. Only then had he noticed the limp with every step he took. “Dammitt. No, no," Jimin hissed as they closed in on him. Not even ten steps ahead, he could see his red little Honda. A sight that soothed him, but only made him more anxious. He sped up, nearly tripping as the heat beat down on them in spite of the falling sun.

Just as they close in on his back, a car door opens behind Jimin, effectively cutting off their approach. They were forced to backtrack, which gave Jimin ample time to throw himself into the front seat of his car. He breathed in and out deeply, calming himself as he started the car stiffly and peeled out of the parking spot, then the club's parking lot entirely. “Pick up, pick up, pick up," Jimin whispers over and over as he dialed, and redialed, Taehyung’s phone number. Without an answer, Jimin spiraled angrily the entire ride home.

The heat of Visayas weighed heavily upon him even with his car's AC on full capacity. He screamed angrily, and struck the wheel. His bushy, thick and long hair was wild to say the least. The edges had started to cling to his skin around the edges of his scalp. “God, can the Philippines be any hotter!?" Jimin screeched. Although he calmed marginally as his ancestral home came into view. A long expanse of farmland that led up to a humble three story home. He sped up the driveway, and expertly stopped just behind his grandmother's ancient Subaru.

Barefoot, he charged into the home to find the place in disarray. Chairs and couches had been overturned, and an antique coffee table had been shattered. Two unknown faces were bleeding out on the carpet, their eyes blank as they took their last few breaths. Before Jimin could take another step, his biceps were seized as Taehyung's familiar scent of algae entered his senses. “You need to call him, now! End of discussion, Yuna agrees,” Taehyung ordered as he gestured to his fearful grandmother, and his frightened daughter Lana. His grandmother's curly puff of hair looked smothered on one side, and Lana's two braided pigtails appeared ruffled.

Omega and child moved to reunite with one another, yet Taehyung stepped in between them. “Now, Jimin," in spite of Taehyung being a beta, he still managed to prove just as intimidating as an alpha.

One dainty palm embedded itself with coarse wavy tresses as he took out his phone with trembling fingers, slowly he dialed that all too familiar number. One ring. One ring was all it took before he heard the voice that had enough power to shatter him without lifting a finger. “Hello?" A deep voice greeted him. One that left Jimin breathless, and feigning for another hit. He had sworn that he wouldn't relapse. Promised himself.

‘What’s another broken promise to yourself?’

“Well? You there, kitten?" The voice, Jungkook, inquired. His voice, his words, and mere presence strumming the omega's pain. “You know I'm not one for patience."

A strangled, almost muffled, sob escaped Jimin's slim throat. His fingers - one of them had been broken, slightly ajar, from his earlier scuffle. Sniffles followed gingerly as Jimin sank to his knees. He felt himself spiraling, falling into a mental prison of his own creation. Each pillar of the prison was made from the jagged memories of every laugh and cry they've shared.

As his breaths became ragged, short and stiff, it was clear he was dropping. “Hand Taehyung the phone, omega, now!” Primal instincts curled along the edges of Jimin's brain activity. He felt compelled to obey the ancient usage of an alpha's order. A trembling hand gave the device to Taehyung, the beta gently retrieved the phone as he inspected Jimin's hand. A single sigh fell from Taehyung's lips.

“When I took this job, you said it would be a vacation, remember?!" Taehyung hissed into the phone softly. Thankfully, Jimin was too distraught to hear him. "He's from Visayas, you said. The tourist capital of the Philippines, you said. He's a Waray, you'll be embedded in the culture, you said!” The beta continued to hiss into the phone. He looked prepared to continue his rant, but Yuna took the phone from him with Lana on her hip.

"Your beta is inadequate,” Yuna walked away from Taehyung as he grew angrier from her words. But the elder kept Jimin in sight. “Usually alphas are more skilled in keeping their mates safe. Listen, we will never agree on your choices. Nor the company you keep. But I know you were good for my apo ha lalaki,” She paused to bounce Lana until the child fell silent. At the age of two, she was surprisingly easy to calm.

Jungkook breathed loudly through his nostrils, the weight of his own day colliding with that moment. The alpha was tired of Jimin's games, he knew it was time for the omega to come home. Honestly, he should've never pretended to ‘allow’ the omega to escape with his younger brother. “Apoy Yuna,” He heard her swear as he called her that. He had always loved this woman. “Tell me what has happened? Are you all safe?"

“No, we are not," she simply replied. Currently, she was gesturing to Taehyung with her hands on how to soothe Jimin's anxiety. “You should be on the next flight out, your higugma needs you. As well as your daughter. Bring Teddy, been far too long since he's been home,” Yuna finished her order with a grunt, and a swift hang up. That warrior spirit of her people had always made her a no-nonsense omega. Teddy Pendergrass loved that about her.

Taehyung had left the room with Jimin in tow. He left him on the couch after bandaging the omega's hand, and helping Jimin to fall asleep. “Gah old lady, you have a pudgy grandson, or how do you say it? Oh right, a pudgy apo ha lalaki,” Taehyung grunted as he threw himself into the dining chair that sat beside Yuna. She swatted at his head, but he ducked only to strike his funny bone on the nearby dining table. "Shit, ow. Lady!" Consequently, his shout woke up Lana and Jimin. That time, he wasn't able to dodge the smack aimed at his head. “Ow!"

“Are you annoying my apoy, again?" Jimin tiredly grumbled as he slowly ventured into the room. His voluptuous form, soft honeyed curves shift mindlessly as he approaches his grandmother and daughter. “Kumusta ka?” Jimin inquired softly as he kissed his grandmother's forehead at the base of her curly haired puff. All while he took a fussy Lana from her, and wandered off to the nearby kitchen while gently bouncing Lana against his hip.

"Nabaraka ako ha imo," Yuna said in reply as she shook her arms, and stretched. Her limbs had become lethargic after holding Lana for so long. Still, as soon as her blood began to pump freely once more she went to retrieve an AS Val from underneath a floorboard in the dining room.

Taehyung sighed loudly again. “English, pleaaaasssseee. I'm not using my mother tongue, am I? And where do you keep getting all these guns, old lady?” Taehyung loudly inquired as he observed her load and arm the weapon with swift ease.

“I have tried to teach you waray-waray, you are too impatient, just wike Lana huh?" Jimin teased in his baby voice, a bad habit that annoyed Yuna, Lana, and Taehyung all together. Still, he found himself doing it occasionally to soothe Lana.

“Oh whatever, and stop that wittle voice,” Taehyung replied. He might be annoyed with all these stressful situations, but he had come to begrudgingly love the trio. Especially Yuna. The elder never failed to surprise him. “I've got to get rid of these bodies, don't want Lana to see them," Taehyung said aloud, as a reminder to himself.

“I'll help you, tanga,” Yuna affirmed as she settled a gun on the kitchen counter. She locked eyes with Jimin, they shared a silent conversation before the younger omega finally nodded. “Come, I'll drive," The strong woman ordered as she made her way to one of the bodies, and started to drag them outside. Taehyung followed behind with the second one.

“Your uncle and apoy will eventually find a way to get along, yeah?” Jimin whispered to the two year old as he finished preparing her meal. Pandesal, a sliced up bread roll that Jimin had personally collected from their fields and prepared with his own two hands. Along with a side of cheese, and puto. Lana's favorite. “I hope you're hungry," the omega continued with a watery smile as he sat her in a handcrafted high chair.

Ever since they'd left Busan, and returned to Jimin's ancestral home in Eastern Visayas - Leyte to be specific, Lana had become entirely reserved. Quite different from the first year of her vibrant life. Jimin supposed she had started to sense his stress back then, and he hadn't stopped projecting since. He's not sure how to deal with his situation. Back then, he had thought his actions were just. That Lana deserved a life away from the danger of criminal organizations.

Not to mention their level of notoriety. As the grandchild of the famous Teddy Pendergrass, hailing from the shores of America, Park Jimin was slightly known throughout the world. Not to mention the underground album he had never intended to release called ‘Love’s Forgotten’. R&B music that has touched souls all across the world.

There was also the necessity of their large farmlands within Leyte. One of the last remaining within the hands of the Waray people. They provide food, economic structure, and cultural retention to that valley in which they reside. With Yuna reaching an older age, and her desire to be with Teddy as he traveled from America to South Korea, it was clear someone needed to step up for the farmlands. Jimi has an elder sister that was perfect for that life, but they haven't seen her since the alpha ran off with another alpha. Scorned by their family.

So while Jungkook’s position as the leader of Chilsung-Pa(칠성파) was the catalyst, it wasn't the sole reason Jimin had left behind his life in Busan.

A soft smack on a nearby table stole Jimin's attention from his anxious memories. He found Yuna looking up at him with a small frown, but she suddenly dared to speak. A rare occasion. “Mommy gusto juice!” Her mixture of English and Spanish never failed to tug on Jimin's heart strings. He'll have to teach her waray-waray.

“I got you, I got you," Jimin teased. But he quickly retrieved her personal cup from the refrigerator. “Here you go, my higugma," the omega sweetly replied. Soon after she settled, he took her to be bathed and sleep. They settled into Jimin's childhood room, which had been refurbished for Lana, and he told her a story of seafarers that made their way to Leyte. Before long, she and Jimin had both fallen asleep by the end of the story.

…

Meanwhile, with Yuna and Taehyung, the duo had traveled far enough to drop the bodies in a nearby river. They made sure to take the only road that led all the way to the farm’s doorstep. It was in order to keep an eye on all cars entering and exiting the farmlands while they're away. “You don't lift with your knees, pfft," Yuna scoffed. The woman had already rolled her respective burden into the river, and she was currently lighting herself a small joint of marijuana.

"Gah, you could help me ya know?” Taehyung grumbled to the elder omega. His fingers kept slipping, unable to get a firm grip of the dead body. He was even certain that his burden must've weighed less than the one Yuna had dealt with. He grunted loudly as he kicked the body into the water the rest of the way. The resounding splash furthered the spread of blood in the water that had been vacating the body Yuna had thrown in first. Consequently, a crocodile snapped at the fresh meal loudly. A splash of water sent Taehyung tumbling backwards to land on his butt, on the wooden bridge. “Fucking hell! This island hates me," Taehyung mumbled as he stood, dusting his pants off.

"Heh, watch out for the buwaya," Yuna teased. A lazy curl of smoke drifted upwards from the end of her joint. She appeared unbothered by the threat of danger, or actually the promise of it. Since their enemies clearly know the location of the farm. “We must discuss defensive techniques to use until the arrival of the other Jeons," Yuna firmly suggested as her gaze studied the softly rustingly foliage, and colossal body of water in the distance.

“Oh now you believe in defense? After I told you and Jimin not to leak the information about those meth labs on Sibuyan. Especially to the police, no matter how much money they offered him to be a spy. He should've asked Jungkook. My brother would've happily paid to keep the farm intact,” Taehyung responded angrily. He became upset every time he remembered Jimin's foolish decision to accept the deal. “Besides, no mother of a Jeon should be dancing at a strip club. Better be glad I didn't tell Jungkook in my weekly reports. When he finds out…”

Yuna rolled her eyes. Her spliff had nearly evaporated entirely into the atmosphere, but she still offered Taehyung the end. The only portion he appeared to enjoy of the marijuana, saying it was more concentrated near the end. More vibrant. “Relax, you need to be fucked," Taehyung gasped as if he hadn't expected her to say that. “Nothing wrong with a good tumble in the sheets. You should fly out that alpha you're always talking to on the phone, Hoseok was it?” Yuna teasingly and rhetorically inquired.

All the while, Taehyung screeched before he took a vague swing at the old lady. He missed. Sadly, she had dodged and left his momentum to carry him over the edge of the bridge. Except before his death had become certain, a hand grasped the back of his shirt. Kept him from falling into the water. She grunted, her old bones croaking as she pulled him back onto the bridge completely. “Ugh, I give up. You're too agile, just like Jimin, you two are just perfect at everything," Taehyung hissed softly as he coughed from the joint, and his prone position on his back.

"Came with the genes. Plus some elbow grease, taught him everything he knows," Yuna affirmed smugly. As she knew her grandson had clearly become a rather lethal weapon, knowledgeable in seduction and violence. “Though Teddy also had some influence too, that singing voice, soul, and rhythm didn't come from me," the elder omega continued as she went to lean against the trunk of her vehicle. “Anyhow, we should have those cameras installed early tomorrow, I know a guy that's quick. And while we are making our rounds, we should inform my people. They will be willing to fight. They're a formidable defense all alone,” she softly concluded.

Taehyung couldn't help but groan in agreement. The painful bite of embarrassment still had indentation in his heart and mind. That was the third time that day he had missed his intended target. And Taehyung was no slouch, he had trained in several forms of martial arts since he was a child. He was a well known prodigy within their society, just below Jungkook's unbearable skill level and notoriety. But Jimin and Yuna had always proven to be skilled in their own various arts of combat. “What's your guys’ secret anyway? Why do you all appear to have these impeccable reflexes and dexterity? The elite families of our society would kill for such genetics," Taehyung finally inquired. After nearly a year of wondering about the topic.

“Hm? You know, my grandmother still knew the stories of Diwata. She had been a Asog herself,” at Taehyung's bemused expression she sighed before offering clarity. “Diwata are spirits, natural occurrences that embody our ancestors. Asog are spiritual leaders of sorts.” Her words of clarification appear to pass over Taehyung's head. The beta was currently wondering if the elder had heard his question correctly, if at all.

Instead of wondering needlessly, he left the old lady to her cryptic words. He decided to move their conversation back to the matter at hand. “So we tell the farmhands about a threat, and we get some shady guy to put up some cameras? That's your best defense?” Truthfully, Taehyung didn't exactly have an idea to compare her idea against. So his logic was easily ignored with a deadpan stare from the elder. Man, that woman could chill a volcano with a simple glance. "Alright can we head back now? Hate being away from Jimin and Lana at night,” Taehyung confessed into the darkening atmosphere. Only purple hues remained as a reminder the sun had been in the sky moments prior.

Yuna didn't reply at all. She merely got into her vehicle, as if prepared to leave without Taehyung. He was quick to throw himself into the passenger seat, just as she shifted from park to drive without a sideways glance. “Should you be driving?" Taehyung harmlessly, albeit brattily, inquired after a few minutes of silent driving. Abruptly, the car stopped. So sharp that Taehyung nearly, very nearly, struck his skull on the dashboard. But the sensation was sharp enough to frighten him, he slowly looked over to find Yuna glaring at him in silent rage.

“Another word, and you'll walk back tanga,” that was the last he heard from her the entire ride home. Soon the abundant fields of the Parks’ farm came into view. It was just as beautiful at night. With glimmers of insects in the wind, and an ocean breeze. The entire area appeared to glow at that hour. Taehyung can't deny the beauty of Jimin's home, even if he missed the subtle amenities of Busan’s city life. Maasin just wasn't the same as his hometown.

Sadly, they returned to a slightly disgruntled home. Jimin had left out a few pieces of Pandesal, although the cheese had been scraped clean. Yuna huffed, but she didn't comment as she had slowly begun to clean. Taehyung handled scrubbing the blood, neither spoke until the job was done. “You did good, handle the fight well for a tanga," Yuna teased as she patted his back before wandering off to her giant bedroom. As he watched her go, he silently did a little happy dance. The woman had hated him in their initial encounter.

…

Steady pounds of a fist colliding with solid wood aren't considered polite alarms. In fact, some might consider the act rude. Park Jimin was one such individual. The violent sense of clarity and reality he's bombarded with hurts. Each scent, his daughter’s cherry shampoo. Each sight, the bright sun beaming into the bedroom despite the blinds in Lana’s room. Each sound, each continued pound on their door echoed throughout their large home. He's surprised Yuna hasn't shot anyone. With careful, practiced movements he shifted Lana's weight smoothly onto her bed entirely.

Although short, he felt terribly cramped sleeping in Lana's bed. He quickly vacated the room with one singular backwards glance before he left the room. Soon he was faced with the large wooden door of their home. Unable to reach the view port without standing on his tippy toes for too long, Jimi peeked through the side window instead. He had pushed the blinds aside entirely the moment he recognized them.

“Bayani?” The omega called questioningly as he opened the door slowly. It was a heavy door.

"That's my name, Maupay nga nga, how are you beautiful Minie?" The short, but stocky, alpha asked with a soft hum. His brown eyes glimmered, reflecting his complexion. Bayani appeared already active for such an early hour.

Jimi hummed, thankful he isn't wearing anything indecent. Just the ruffled clothing he wore to the club yesterday. “Maupay nga nga, I'm… well. What brings you here this early Bayani? Is one of the carabao due?!”Jimi suddenly looked alarmed, he hadn't seen anything on the bulletin board outback.

"No, no. Nothing like that, I was actually hoping to speak with…” Bayani paused as he saw Yuna come to stand behind Jimin. "Ah, there she is. The chieftess," the short alpha acknowledged, although Yuna looked pained to hear such titles.

“Mm. What are you doing up already? I haven't seen your best friend, and she isn't on your hip,” Yuna inquired before she abruptly gave a spatula to Jimin, and waved the baffled omega off. Until the singer disappeared around the corner. "What is it, Bayani? I thought you spoke with Taehyung this morning,” Yuna asked as her attention returned to Bayani, and she stepped outside to close the door behind her.

“I did speak with the outsider, he… relayed your message clearly. However, he shouldn't have been the one to deliver it to our people, even if we know the information came from you,” Bayani pressed as he paced along the dirt path in front of Yuna, and the main house. "I understand you don't want the title, but to ignore your people just because we chose you to lead,” he was cut off by her singular raised palm.

“I am not ignoring my people. I attend the Lingganay festival faithfully, you see me almost every week, Bayani,” Yuna huffed as she reflected his jittery nature, and began to pace. “But if you need to hear me say it. Yes, we are to defend first and ask questions later to any outsider. And no, that does not include Taehyung," she stopped him before he could even suggest that.

Bayani nodded, as if understanding her point of view after hearing the situation from her. “Hm, well what happened? The farm is alright no? I thought Jimin secured it," Bayani continued. An imposing nature that had never earned him Yuna's friendship. "And is Lana alright? I thought I heard gunshots last night,” Bayani, ever the loyalist, but he had little tact.

"Mind your words Bayani,” Yuna grunted as she barely refrained from reminding the alpha of his weakness. That an omega had to save their livelihoods, and not an alpha. It was Jimin who had been willing to secure it. "My grandbaby is fine, probably hungry. If you heard anything last night, it doesn't need to be repeated. And yes, the farm is safe for now.” Yuna quickly answered as she slowly nodded to him, effectively ending their conversation before escaping into her house.

The scent of well made Tinapa wafted throughout the home. Yuna felt her hunger before she realized it. She grumbled about youngsters upstaging their elders as she entered the kitchen to find Lana and Jimin eating to hearty plates of food. With one plate - already piled with food - settled in her usual chair at the head of the table. Jimin giggled as he realized her grumbles had been about his cooking skills. “Well you knoooow, those that can't do, teach," Jimin said. He had already been prepared to dodge, so her swipe was easily missed. The urge to stick out his tongue was great, but he refrained in the presence of Lana.

“You've always had a smart mouth, just like your Nanay. She would be so proud of you,” Yuna whispered reverently. Her jaded gaze became misty, like a cloud piece of an impure jewel. They both missed Jimin's mother and father greatly. “Anyhow, how about we go visit the pink lagoon today? We can walk there with Lana," Yuna suggested, hoping to get Jimin's mind off the danger he was in. Lana could sense excitement, so she giggled as Yuna cheered with her, but her young eyes hadn't seen the beauty of the lagoon before.

“Yeah, I think I'd like that," As they ate, their meal was eventually interrupted by another softer knock on their door. Unable to scent anyone familiar that time, the trio of omegas approach the door cautiously. Lana clung to Jimin’s shirt as Yuna slowly peeked out the window in a fashion much too similar to Jimin's own.

Another knock made them all jump due to their close proximity to the door. Lana's face fell into a frown, on the brink of tears. But a soft bounce from Jimin had her calmly leaning further into his embrace. “It's the PNP, we mean you no harm. We only have a few questions,” a deep voice bled through the hefty door.

Yuna and Jimin locked eyes. The younger omega nodded to the nearby piece of hollowed wall he knew housed several weapons. But Yuna shook her head, and motioned for him to relax before she opened the door, tersely. “Officer," Yuna addressed.

“Chieftess Yuna, of the Waray people, I should've known this was your address. This is the first time we've visited your home," the younger of the two officers casually greeted, until an elbow met his ribcage. And that seemed to help the younger police officer realize the situation. Yet before he could gather his composure, he noticed Jimin. “The world renowned singer Park Jimin lives here, Park… Oooh, right. Uh,” the younger was abruptly cut off by the elder cop.

“Forgive my partner, he's new. I'm Sargent Domingo Lariosa, this numb skill is Patrolman Benjie Ortega. Someone called and reported gunshots last night,” the Sargent began as he looked around. He studied the omegas for only a moment before his gaze shifted to the house behind them.

Jimin abruptly chuckled, light and airy. It caught both of the officers’ attention but they didn't comment verbally. They merely gave Jimin an expectant look until he felt obligated to reply. “Sorry, I just find it funny that anyone would've heard anything. We're extremely far from any neighbors, if you look around,” Jimin proudly gestured to his family's land.

"They said they had been passing by…" Domingo paused as he heard a car pulling up to the driveway.

One thing that Jimin remembered about that alpha. One thing the omega simply couldn't forget was his impeccable taste in automobiles. That time he had chosen a Mercedes-Benz 190LS. A beautiful sleek, slick, and waxed vehicle that gleamed passionately - sensually - in the rays of the sun. Jimin felt breathless. Like his lungs had collapsed at the sight of such a car. More so what the vehicle stood for, symbolism had been a quiet poetry of Jungkook's.

“Breathe apo ha lalaki, breathe." Yuna ordered twice as she rubbed his trembling back. Only then had she recalled the unwelcome presence of police officers as that beautiful Mercedes-Benz stopped behind their car. “Well that seems like you don't have enough reason to take up anymore of our time, thank you officers, have a lovely day," Yuna politely demanded. A command that surprisingly stimulated the two cops into slowly leaving, with the promise to return.

During their departure, they stared at the luxurious car for several moments too long. But they eventually left. Only Jimin's internal war remained. Although Yuna's excitement became notably present as her husband stepped out of the car. An elderly face of Teddy greeted her as the old alpha vacated the back seat first. Before Jimin could stutter out the alpha’s - his alpha, his mind reminded him - name, someone beat him to the punch. “Daddy," Lana loudly screeched.

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Reunions weren't always a celebration. At times, with a shared history that was undesirable, many didn't want to reunite with such characters from their past. The thought of running, of tucking his tail between his legs, crossed Jimin's scattered mind. Except the instincts he had been born with raged against such thoughts. Not to mention Lana, whose heart sang every time she so much as heard her father's voice. To have him, there in the flesh must've been a relief for her. Quite the opposite for Jimin, whose honeyed gaze searched for any others of Jungkook's usual entourage.

“Don't worry, I came alone," Jungkook's voice reached out to him like an old nostalgic hug. One that Jimin found himself yearning for, craving within his heart of hearts. “Now give me my daughter, omega," the alpha order softly. His slow, leisurely placed footsteps brought him to tower over the short omega.

Once within reach, Jungkook gingerly took his daughter from Jimin's frozen grasp anyway. The close proximity brought a flood of desires and memories. The omega barely kept his footing as his daughter's weight was easily plucked from his grasp. Jimin hadn't even noticed the iron grip he had on her until Jungkook gently pried her free. “I see your taste in automobiles hasn't changed," Jimin sneered as he folded his arms underneath his chest. Though his gaze remained worriedly fixed upon Lana. “I guess old dogs can't learn new kicks,” the omega grumbled, which resulted in a distant and combined laugh of Teddy and Yuna.

“It's tricks, the saying is," Jungkook's arrogant response was short lived in the wake of Teddy and Yuna's approach.

Elder musician, Teddy Pendergrass, merely scoffed at Jungkook. As a fellow alpha, Teddy and Jungkook had an in-depth discussion about how to treat an omega on the way over from Korea. The two were only seen together because of their shared relation with the Parks, and Teddy had business in South Korea, occasionally. “Well I, for one, think you had it right, Minie,” Teddy, the jolly elder that he generally was, happily supported his grandson. While he also gave Jungkook a warning look.

"Right, kicks,” Jungkook grumbled. Though his eyes had yet to leave their continued trail of bouncing between Lana and her mother. "And your taste in alphas hasn't changed, if your scent is anything to go by,” the alpha arrogantly mumbled into Lana's hair. But everyone knew the words were meant for Jimin, specifically.

"Can't you two bicker inside? There's dishes to clean, and that one needs a bath,” Yuna grumbled, despite the close proximity of her source of happiness. And she had directly pointed at Jimin, in regards to the one that required a bath. "Come now, Teddy needs to eat. And I'm sure Lana wants her hair braided,” the elderly omega stressed as she opened their front door entirely. She - then - turned and plucked her granddaughter from Jungkook's grasp.

Lana squirmed in her solid grasp, but the child eventually fell into giggles as Yuna and Teddy went about tickling her relentlessly.

Light footsteps pounded up the dirt path to their doorstep as Taehyung came into view. The beta ran until he stopped beside his elder brother. Taehyung was caked in a layer of sweat, dripping with it - his clothes clung to his frame readily. Yet he appeared unbothered, even elated by his own exhausted state. “You could've told me you had arrived, 꼰대,” Taehyung teased in their mother tongue.

"And have you hound me about Hoseok’s location at this moment? I'm good, besides I came for my family,” Jungkook mentioned as he tucked his lethal fists into the pockets of his silken slacks. Only then had Jimin taken the time to assess the alpha's well coordinated outfit.

Another impeccable thing Jimin disliked about the ‘perfect’ alpha. From the perfectly fitted colored white shirt, to the straight cut slacks whose hems sat neatly atop of a pair of refined black loafers. Compared to Jimin's messy hair, barefeet, and sweats the alpha looked like a dream. An angel off the page.

“See something you like, kitten?” Jungkook whispered in that seductive voice of his. The one that had inspired the creation of Lana entirely. A memory that flooded the omega's mind until Jimin valiantly pushed away.

Jimin's response was to scoff, but he fell silent as the alpha calmly stepped into the doorway. As a consequence, Jimin found himself stepping backwards unconsciously. The alpha's face fell into a frown, but he didn't comment.

A scoff behind Jungkook's back took both of their attention away from each other. “Already with the endless bickering? I'm surprised you two aren't married.” Taehyung stressed before he jogged by them, deeper into the large house. The beta had clearly been trying to strike a nerve with Jungkook after the Hoseok comment.

Jungkook's poker face was generally untouchable, except whenever the context involved Jimin. The furrow of wrinkles that settled between Jungkook's eyebrows shouldn't have been attractive. Nor the following, and just slight, frown.

Hell, Jimin shouldn't even be looking at his ex with such interest. Yet the omega within him couldn't help it. That internal itch he felt hadn't been scratched in a long time, and Jungkook's gravely - yet smooth - voice had reawakened a desire. “Where is your wedding ring by the way?" Jungkook casually inquired. As if the alpha hadn't just reopened a barely closed wound.

“You mean the engagement ring that belonged to your mother? Upstairs, I can definitely retrieve it for you," Jimin sassily retorted. His eyes gleamed with internal anger as he recalled the day he left, and all Jungkook had sent in messages afterwards. "If you knew exactly where I was, why'd you leave me be for so long? Could've gotten your ring back sooner,” the omega sneered.

Jungkook wasn't one to argue with omegas. In South Korea, omegas were mostly docile with the occasional brat. But in the Philippines, Visayas to be specific - Jimin’s family to be even more specific - the omegas were born with fire on their tongues. A spiciness the omegas of Korea simply couldn't compete with. Jimin's spice had never failed to ignite the fire within Jungkook's soul.

That was the reason he felt the need to visibly adjust his manhood in front of the omega, who had cocked his widened hip. Even in casual wear, Jimin appeared sublime. The indignant squeak Jungkook received from the omega at the sight of his action inspired that familiar, seductive, and - quite frankly - mean smirk. “What's wrong, kitten? If you want me to come to you, omega. You shouldn't have left."

A vicious sneer appeared upon Jimin's plump lips, he could've slapped the taller man for his arrogance. But that would've only turned the brute on, even more. And they both couldn't handle each other's pheromones without acting upon them. Before he could retort with - yet another - bratty response, a shout interrupted them, “Come eat, Jungkook. And you go shower, apo ha lalaki," Yuna shouted from the dining room.

They merely stared at each other for a moment. Jungkook with his infuriating smirk, and nonchalant demeanor. And Jimin with his pouty sneer, and a cocked hip. But another shout from Yuna inspired them to move. Jimin first, as he was closer to his destination of ascending the stairwell. A sharp - echoing and obnoxious - whistle followed his form as his hips and ass jiggled without thought. A stark contrast to before Jimin had been pregnant.

“Don't mind me, just admiring the view, yikes,” Jungkook stressed as he tilted his head for a better angle. He, too, hadn't scratched that itch in quite sometime. None could compare to the mother of his child. "God, I missed my morning mocha,” Jungkook groaned. He took a few composing breaths, calming himself and his desires until he was composed once more.

Afterwards, he ventured into the kitchen to find his daughter in a high chair that was scooted closest to the head of the table. A position that Yuna had relinquished to Teddy, at that moment. They appeared to be doting on Lana needlessly, but the youthful omega was clearly enjoying their undivided attention. Taehyung had sat himself near the trio, but there was a space beside him closest to Yuna. An empty seat with a plate of steaming food waiting for him.

The alpha couldn't help it, his stomach loudly grumbled as he took a seat. One thing he just couldn't stand being away from was Jimin's secretive cooking skills. A valued trait passed on from Yuna, quite clearly. Before he could dig in, he was stopped by Yuna. He locked eyes with the elder, she appeared to be wearing a grave expression. Quite the contrast from her earlier disposition of blowing kisses at Lana endlessly.

“Pleasantries aside, we must discuss the events that brought you here, don't let me stop you from eating," Yuna pressed. And she remained silent until Jungkook pointedly took his first bite of the delicious food. His resulting groan of happiness inspired her to smirk, but they didn't discuss it. “Look, I don't agree with your actions of sending your brother with Jimin under the false pretense of Taehyung helping Jimin ‘escape’. But I know you're good to my minie, or else I'd have smashed your balls by now,” Yuna mentioned casually, as if discussing the weather. The slight choke from every alpha in the room amused even Lana.

“‘Mash, ‘mash," Lana repeated playfully as she destroyed the little bit of a bread slice.

Yuna nodded without even looking at her, the elder's eyes were focused on Jungkook. “That's right, baby girl. Anyhow, you must tell Jimin, and soon that you sent Taehyung with him, purposely. The main issue is… Jimin, Taehyung, and I…” Yuna was cut off by a loud squawk from Taehyung.

Clearly, the beta was trying to swallow as he held his left hand up while his right one patted his throat. Once he took a deep breath, he spoke rather quickly, “No, no, no. Don't throw Taehyung in your business old lady, you two made that life altering decision alone. I told you both to ask Jungkook for help.”

Yuna rolled her eyes, and continued, "Fine. Jimin and I single handedly saved the farm from being bought up by a corporation known as Han’s Retreat. They - apparently - are a resort company that have resorts in tourist attractions all across the world, they were using some loophole to foreclose on some of our land. The Spanish politicians in power here have been trying to seize our farm for generations,”Yuna paused as familiar soft footsteps smacked their way into the dining room.

Ever the natural beauty, Jimin was without an ounce of makeup. His wavy, and thick, hair had been plaited into a single braid that fell down his back. It was clear he had used aloe vera oil, as his hair shined and gleamed in the light. His form was nearly wrapped in a form hugging, two strap sundress. He wore nothing else except a small pout. Soon he plopped himself in a seat across from Yuna.

“Ah, my beautiful Moana returns," Yuna teased as she brushed a few stray strands that had escaped the tight braid, and framed his face. Jimin blushed with a whine, one that Lana mimicked. Consequently, Jimin realized he was being rather childish, and not a good moral figure. Clearing his throat he composed himself, silently. “Where was I? Oh right, the farm. Yes, our haste may have been rash, but Jimin got the information so easily, and," again, Yuna was cut off by someone.

That time, it was Jungkook's clear baritone voice. “What did Jimin do to get the information? He's not some spy, he's a singer and dancer," Jungkook grunted. He already didn't like the fact that Jimin had willingly put himself in danger, but Yuna spoke so casually about the entire ordeal. That was one thing they'd always disagree on, Jimin wasn't some high profile agent. Jimin was an omega, Jungkook's omega.

“I'll let Jimin tell you that," Yuna bowed out of the conversation smoothly, her gaze returning to her great granddaughter once more.

Suddenly, deep and earthy brown eyes settled upon Jimin expectantly. The thing is, Jungkook simply kept eating throughout his stare. Jimin was strong, but he wasn't that strong. He couldn't stare his alpha in the eye without squirming, even after all their time apart. Even during casual moments, such as these.

Before he spoke, the omega looked away from Jungkook, breaking eye contact. “Whenever you speak to me, you look me in the eye, omega," Jungkook reaffirmed. They'd been apart for sometime, but Jimin still got a nostalgic flash of a slightly younger Jungkook giving him the same order. “Now, Jimin," Jungkook grunted.

The elders had their own dynamic as alpha and omega, they knew Jungkook wasn't being cruel. He was just a very direct and straightforward man. An unsurprising quality, whenever the alpha's job was put into perspective.

At the alpha's insistence, Jimin met Jungkook's gaze with a blank expression. But he knew that the alpha could still read him like a book, if the return of that infuriating smirk was anything to go by. Irritated, Jimin's gaze turned into a glare. “I stripped," Jimin brattily answered. A smirk of his own developing in triumph as Jungkook's usually relaxed demeanor became unbearably tense.

“Maybe I misheard you kitten, you did what?" Jungkook's voice was controlled, edged with steel. An ill omen, to be sure.

At Jungkook’s continued pressure, Jimin's smirk melted away. Snuffed out by Jungkook's breathy exhales, from across the table. "There.. there was no other way to get close to the BNG without being noticed. I had to save my family's legacy for Diwata’s sake,” Jimin hissed as he sensed the budding storm within Jungkook's mind. Even Yuna had turned to watch them with worry in her gaze.

“Shh, shh, repeat what you said. It was two words, if I remember correctly," Jungkook said as he wiped his mouth with a nearby napkin. The meal had lost his interest. “I'm liable to do something rash, if you continue to make me wait, kitten," he continued. Those dominating eyes pointedly stared at Jimin's exposed neck.

“I stripped, alright," Jimin hissed at me. He was quite frankly over the intellectual foreplay. “I stripped to get close to the Bahala Na Gang, they frequent a club in Messin. A division of the PNP recruited me because of my grandmother’s reputation with them,” Jimin simply told the entire story in a huff. He wasn't afraid of Jungkook, he merely knew the alpha held distinctive power over Lana and his lives.

Instead of a raised voice, or an angered stare, Jimin received calm and assured words in response. "Lana and you will be coming back to Busan with me. Tonight,” Jungkook affirmed. Suddenly ruining the entire day they had planned. Only then had Yuna saw fit to interrupt their relationship discussions.

"You can't just take him away without notice. Besides, Jimin's been training to take over here for me, so I can travel with Teddy,” Yuna affirmed strongly as she reached out to rub Teddy's back, but the American alpha merely hummed in agreement. A soothing tune that somehow managed to lighten the mood with barely a note. “You'd best move out here inste…”

Yuna was interrupted by Taehyung releasing an obnoxious snort. Suddenly everyone was reminded that the beta was still present. Whenever all eyes turned on him, he stiffly fled the dining room, mumbling about a shower. "I can, and I will. As Lana’s father, and an alpha, I have power of attorney. Jimin will follow Lana without thought. And you can't put all your responsibilities onto Jimin, you aren't so old that you can't handle the farm anymore,” Jungkook easily countered. The alpha ignored Jimin's enraged whimper, and continued. “Besides, Theodore has already said he will be staying. Jimin, Lana, and I will return periodically to assist,” Jungkook finished. He soon continued his meal, as if nothing took place.

Yuna huffed, but she didn't disagree. She merely looked to Teddy for affirmation, and he nodded in agreement with Jungkook's words. She smiled, slightly put at ease that her husband will be around to assist her and offer his much desired company.

“And that's it, huh? You've said it, so now it's written in stone?” Jimin scoffed. His light brown complexion gleamed like bronze honey within the light. The omega was forced to keep his tone light, but he was angered and the pheromones revealed that. Consequently, Lana started to whimper - something fierce. “I'm fine, angel, I promise." Jimin lied as he took deep calming breaths until his scent returned to that soothing shade of honey.

“But to answer your question, yes that's it. I gave your time, now it's time to come home. You know I won't let anything happen to Lana, nor you,” Jungkook stressed as he met the omega's gaze head on, but he paused to assess their daughter as well. She appeared to have calmed, Jimin's scent and being cradled by Teddy clearly did her wonders. “I let you leave, always remember that. I let you leave to give you some measure of space, I… I have given you enough, Jimin. It's over,” Jungkook affirmed.

Unable to deny the awkwardness within the atmosphere, Teddy and Yuna decided to stand. "We're going to take Lana down to the Pink Lagoon, we'll walk slowly so you can catch up,” Yuna informed her grumpy apo ha lalaki. Jimin only looked at Lana, waving bye as he mumbled he loved her. But Yuna knew he wasn't entirely angry at her yet, probably not until he learned about Taehyung's involvement in Jimin's so-called escape.

Once they had exited the room, and subsequently the house, Jimin stood before he collected the plates that had been used. Jungkook chuckled deeply as the omega avoided any form of physical contact, even as Jimin plucked his plate. The alpha leaned back to watch the omega move. Even in anger, Jimin's flesh and fatty tissue moved sensually. As if the omega was constantly dancing to an inaudible beat.

A surge of testosterone, of hormones, flooded his loins as he observed the natural sway of Jimin's hips and ass. Maternity had suited the omega well. A sight that left Jungkook helpless to anything but follow his omega into the kitchen. “You can't really believe that I would let you leave so easily, kitten," Jungkook stressed the title. Similar to the way the alpha used to stress Jimin's g-spot. The unconscious reminder urged Jimin to clear his throat audibly. Eager to change the conversation.

“How is Kimchi?" Jimin brattily retorted. As he knew that the memory of Jungkook's former chef was a sore one.

Silence descended upon them heavily. With only Jungkook's heavy breathing, the soft rush of water in the sink, and the rustle of Jimin's form remained. The omega had been in the midst of scrubbing a particularly dirtied pan - his ass and chest jiggling steadily, he wondered why the alpha had fallen silent. Before Jimin could completely turn around, his ass was smacked abruptly. And while the strike was entirely harsh, its placement left Jimin teary eyed. Jungkook's big hand had purposely sunk between those peachy cheeks to let his pinky strike the supple lips of Jimin's labia.

“You should know, as you're the one that helped her escape," Jungkook scolded in that infuriatingly casual tone. And as he saw Jimin's response budding between parted lips, he struck his ass softly again. “Save any thoughts of an excuse. They won't save you, kitten." A hiss erupted from Jimin's throat as he felt Jungkook tilt his head, before biting gently into Jimin's scent gland.

A nimble that caused a quiver to tremble its way all the way down to his clitoris. The playful growl Jungkook released inspired a soft squirt to erupt from Jimin's hole. “Honey, mm," Jungkook hissed as his nibbles melted into sharp suckles. All while one of the alpha's hands snuck down to grip the bottom hem of Jimin's dress. “I should rip this off of you," the alpha started, but was cut off by a splash of cold water on his abdomen.

The alpha's eyes opened to find Jimin had slightly wiggled away from his hips. The omega appeared to have thrown a cup full of water over his shoulder. And then had the audacity to utter, “Whoops." With that infuriating grin upon his honeyed facial features.

“You're going to regret that," Jungkook grunted as the cooling sensation of a liquid being exposed to a soft breeze settled into his toned abdomen. He stooped down in preparation to scoop up the omega scarily like he used to, but they were interrupted by an awkward chuckle.

A beta stood in the large doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the handcrafted framework. “Really? Hasn't it only been thirty minutes? Yikes,” Taehyund teased as he approached them, and started to make himself a health-nut drink.

“Hoseok came by the way," the alpha casually mentioned as he reluctantly backed away from his succulent omega. “Said something about a persistent beta,” Jungkook pressed lightly. His form leaned against a counter that kept Jimin in sight.

"Ugh, you are annoying. I miss whenever I had Jimin all to myself, you miss that too Minie, huh? Alphas, am I right?" Taehyung playfully and rhetorically called to the omega.

Jimin had returned to quietly cleaning the dishes. He was close to finishing, but he had slowed down marginally due to a certain alpha's hands. He hummed in reply to Taehyung, smiling teasingly at Jungkook before he replied. “I sure do, Taetae," Jimin stressed the nickname because he knew Jungkook hated not having Jimin’s attention.

“Taetae, really?" Jungkook snorted.

“It's a perfectly fitted nickname for him, Kookie! Anyhow, I'm done with my smoothie, return to your weird kitchen foreplay,” Taehyung said with a careless wave of his hand as he exited the kitchen swiftly.

After Jimin finished, and dried his hands, he couldn't help the urge to make sure his alpha was comfortable after the supposed ‘accident’ of spilt water. "I think I have one of your shirts, your business shirts. If you want to change, that is,” Jimin lightly offered as he turned around to find the alpha already within his personal bubble. Consequently, Jimin was forced to look up at the alpha's face.

“Mm, how sweet kitten, such a good omega," Jungkook teased as he nuzzled the side of Jimin's pudgy neck. “Well lead the way, can't leave Lana waiting all day," the alpha stressed as he started to guide Jimin's frozen form to the stairwell. Given that he was used to the way sensuality short-circuited Jimin's brain, at least in regard to Jungkook.

As they reached the steps, Jimin finally took the lead. He swiftly led them to his newly acquired bedroom that was much larger than his childhood one. There, he went to a dresser and immediately bent over to retrieve the shirt from the bottom of one of the drawers. Before he could lift up entirely, the cushion of his ass was smooshed against Jungkook's firm crotch. Deft fingers plucked the shirt from Jimin's trembling grasp. But the alpha backed up abruptly, innocently before Jimin could complain.

“Thanks, kitten," Jungkook said softly with a smirk. All the while he slipped his shirt over his head smoothly. Valleys and hills of muscles became exposed to Jimin's greedy eyes. A true sight for sore ones. A delectable mirage. Except Jungkook was very real. “You can touch, whenever you want," Jungkook promised. One that fed into Jimin's desires, but he knew that there was a reason they weren't together. At least in Jimin's eyes.

“I'd rather go check on our daughter," Jimin stubbornly rebuttaled. “You better hurry up, I'm not sure anyone would be willing to tell you the way besides me,” the brown beauty teased as he slipped out of the room before Jungkook had put the shirt on.

And just like that first time they met in college, Jungkook quickly dressed, and chased after the omega. Eyes on his ass the moment Jimin came into view. “Wait up omega," Jungkook grunted, but he knew he could catch the omega that had decided to wear wedges that only made him a few centimeters taller. “One would think there was a fire," Jungkook grumbled as he finally caught up to the tiny omega.

“Don't joke like that. I'm sure the Bahala Na Gang would love more ideas," Jimin hissed softly as they made their way down the dirt path. “Besides, you're the only arsonist I know personally," the omega continued haughtily, but he appeared downright sweet to anyone that wasn't privy to their conversation. “You said Hoseok came? I thought you left your entourage behind," the omega called out in reminder through gritted teeth.

Jungkook grunted, his nerves slightly perturbed by the wrinkled shirt he'd been forced to wear instead of the newer one he had come in. “I didn't bring everyone, but Hoseok and Namjoon are essential, and Seokjin followed Namjoon here. So yeah, some people did come,” he paused as they reached a particularly beautiful portion of Jimin's homeland. "But did I bring the entirety of my strike division? No,” Jungkook scoffed as if that shit was laughable.

One thing Jimin had missed, and still hated about the alpha, was his boundless confidence. “Right, just your elite guard. I'm surprised you didn't bring that little hussy you call a secretary with you," Jimin muttered. It was clear he was jealous, given that most of what he'd learnt about Jungkook in the last year came from horrid tabloids.

“Jealousy isn't a good look on you. Me? Maybe, but you? You're too divine for jealousy, besides he could never do that thing you do with your tongue," Jungkook replied loudly. His smirk spoke of a naughty memory replaying within the forefront of his mind.

A screech erupted from Jimin as he started to slap at Jungkook's arm repeatedly. And before he could retort with a scathing remark, Lana's screams of happiness reached them. A genuine sound that drew them in. They followed without much thought, their bickering falling silent in the wake of their daughter's beautiful laughter. Soon they were close enough to see the lagoon, with the trio standing on the sandy beach.

“I've never seen a place like this anywhere on Earth, and I've traveled a lot. Some of those travels were spent with you. Remember our trip to Chile? You spent hours at that alien exhibit,” Jungkook chuckled fondly in memory as they strolled closer to the trio.

“I also remember you screaming like an omega at the sight of that anaconda we saw," Jimin decided to remind the alpha of the part of the trip he hated to remember.

Jungkook shook his head ruefully. "And I bet you remember the sting of that punishment your endless teasing had won you.”

The omega frowned, but he hadn't commented as they were close enough to hear Teddy and Yuna's conversation. And vice versa. "We were wondering when you two would get here. You already missed the ‘is this a fairy tale place’ line of questioning.” Yuna informed them as she watched Lana wander through a bed of flowers so bright they appeared to be glowing with every caress of the breeze.

"I hope you told her that she is, in fact, a princess, and that this is a magical place. Not like the scientific rundown you gave me,” Jimin grunted as he knelt elegantly, femininely in the grass. As a result, his child ran to him and tucked a flower she had plucked behind his ear. "For me, how sweet. Now mommy is a princess like you,” the omega murmured to the young girl as he brushed the flower in her hair with the back of his fingers.

“You both sure look like princesses," Jungkook said as he leisurely strolled over to plant his feet beside Jimin. His form towering above the two omegas as he watched them interact. “I can't believe this is a part of your farm. I can understand why you'd like to save it,” Jungkook acknowledged as he stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I'm sure we can formulate a way to protect the farm indefinitely, once Jimin and I return to Busan. I know a few lawyers that can seal this area up entirely, unable to be bought at all," Jungkook confidently assessed.

“Can we not talk about your clinical need for control right now?” Jimin grunted, but he kept his expression soft in front of his daughter. Thankfully, their conversation wasn't able to register to her yet, but she was learning quickly. If her repetitive nature was anything to go by.

Before Jungkook, or anyone of the five could speak again, a car pulled up just behind them on that dirt pathway they had walked. It was a 2012 Ford Focus, with a chipped red coat of paint that revealed the car's owner before they even stepped out of the car. “U-ulan?!” Jimin shouted, but it was Yuna that jumped up to approach his long lost sister. The alpha that had left because of her sexual preferences. As Jimin stood, he found Yuna already within his sister's face.

The elderly omega appeared angered, her expression revealing the full might of her internal emotion. While Ulan appeared to have sunken features, and withered bones. As if the woman had just escaped a decade long drug induced coma. "Is.. is she alright Apoy?” Jimin questioned, but he was cut off by a sharp smack.

Apparently Yuna had slapped the alpha as if she had disgraced their entire bloodline. "How dare you show your face here?” Yuna hissed.

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Cries of a brahminy kite - a reddish hawk - resounded throughout the clear skies above. A collection of hawks had gathered over the pink lagoon. A family of birds that had settled themselves into a nearby collection of tall trees. Their cries could be heard all throughout Waray land. Along with their presence, which was made known by their hunting patterns in the early hours of the day.

A particularly sharp caw startled even Lana, who had been extremely focused on a slow moving tortoise. A miniature one that reflected her age. “They're a young child like you, Lana. I don't see their mom, but I'm sure they're much safer in the water. Let's help him," Jimin urged his daughter. She appeared to register his voice, but she was still curiously glancing up at the sky. Her mind continued to attempt to make sense of the noise she heard.

Jimin couldn't help but snort fondly. She was easily distracted, much like himself. That was the reason Jungkook had pointed out the tiny turtle to the duo at all. He had meant to distract them from the brewing storm between Yuna and Ulan. But their conversation could be heard from at least a half mile out. Jimin and Lana alike couldn't help their curiosity. Ulan had always been an enigma in their lives. But everyone else appeared to know her well. She looked middle aged, but they knew she was only two years older than Jimin, who was only twenty-three.

The alpha, Jungkook, hadn't seen her more than once in his life. And that had been on a video call Jimin randomly received one night. Ulan was a stranger that Jungkook knew wasn't a good influence. Her habit of drug usage was his only concern, he cared little about her love life. Unlike Yuna, who had much to say about Ulan’s life choices. Curiosity even got the better of Jungkook, as he - too - found himself tuning into the conversation.

“...won't be the last. You can't ever seem to pull your head out of your ass. Lost in all those fucking ideologies, and big schemes. You come back, half dead, after robbing me. The farm! Twice, twice Ulan!” Yuna shouted, her short - slim form leaning on to the tips of her toes. All in an effort to appear more intimidating to Ulan, who had always been the tall one in their family.

Jimi couldn't help but quietly disagree with Yuna's course of action. The elder was a great lover, but her punishments could be cruel. And damn her ability to hold a grudge. She never forgave Jimin's mother for leaving the farm at all. If the elder had it her way, the entire family would've stayed on the farm forever. Still, he didn't want to interrupt his grandmother. Given that Yuna and Ulan clearly had a history that didn't involve Jimin.

“I… I don't have an excuse Apoy,” Ulan muttered with her head hung low. Her cheeks were sunken in. But that's not what caught Jimin's attention. It was the sight of blood stains on a shirt that appeared worn out. A Henley and basketball shorts, along with sandals, was all Ulan wore. "But… But I'm willing to work-," Ulan’s continuance was short lived in the wake of Yuna's exaggerated snort.

"You bet your ass you are. You've got a debt to pay off," Yuna's brown complexion gleamed, almost smugly as she tapped Ulan on the chest with her index finger. The sight would've been amusing, had Ulan not been so sick looking, and had Lana not been present. “Now come meet your niece, she should learn your face," Yuna begrudgingly ordered after she had finally grown tired of shouting at Ulan. Teddy merely shook his head from his position and sat in the grass beside Jimin.

“Ulan, it's… it's good to see you,” Jimin forced his plush lips to form those words. His eyes sparkled with uncertainty at the prospect of a former drug addict touching his daughter. But his shyness was outpaced by Jungkook, who - not only - read Jimin's mind, but spoke for him as well.

“Just keep your distance, wouldn't want our daughter to catch anything," Jungkook meanly asserted as he stood behind Jimin's sat form. “I'm sure you understand."

That was harsher than Jimin would've explained his concerns. “Jungkook," Jimin hissed, but his rebuttal was snuffed out by Yuna.

“No, your alpha is correct. She should simply speak to her from there," Yuna firmly suggested as she pointedly nodded her head at the location Ulan had already stopped in.

Ulan appeared angry. Though she was well at hiding her emotions. Jimin only knew because of that psychiatric class he took one semester that revealed a tremor in someone's hand usually meant internal strife. That, and her overall visage of drug usage. “H.. hello," Ulan trailer off, she had clearly forgotten Lana's name from that one time they'd spoken. Jimin didn't blame her. Hell, he didn't blame her for any of it.

“Her name is Lana, she's two - and a half," Jimin softly supplied the information as he adjusted Lana's clothing to look more suitable and presentable.

"Hello, Lana. My.. my name is Ulan,” the alpha woman softly restarted her introduction to the youngest Omega as she knelt in front of her. "You may not remember me,” everyone did their best to ignore Yuna's interrupting scoff. “Or know me at all, but I'm going to try and… try and change that, yeah?” Ulan said with hope decorating her tone, at the end of her words, she looked directly at Jimin. She appeared to want to convey something without words. Her eyes were misty.

“What brought you here anyhow? Besides the fact that you ran out of money. And that pathetic excuse for an alpha left you high and dry,” Yuna inquired, just as everyone has settled into a comfortable silence. "Last I heard you were in Toronto, Canada,” the elder omega finished in a huff.

"I… I ran into money trouble, like you said. We had started a business in Toronto, but I was left to deal with the aftermath," Ulan sniffled as she rubbed her nose. Her eyes were on Lana’s frolicking form, but her mind appeared far away. “I spent a few years in jail. And I recently got out, but they deported me back here.”

"I'm not surprised, and the car? Who's car is this?” Yuna inquired in an accusatory fashion.

“Apoy, it's a rental. Relax," Jimi came to Ulan's defense. As a result, the siblings locked eyes for a moment, before Yuna scoffed.

"Let's just head back. Lana is about to fall asleep, and I guess you need to pack for two,” Yuna mumbled unhappily. But at least she'd have Teddy, and surprisingly Ulan, to assist her from now on. Though she preferred Jimin's loving touch. “We'll ride with Ulan, show her the way. Bring Lana to me once you're home, I want to spend time with her before tonight," the elder omega finished as she moved herself into Ulan's driver seat. Ulan, and Teddy, followed her after their respective goodbyes.

That left Jimin with Jungkook, who has already scooped up a whimpering Lana. Clearly the child was sleepy, and her father's chest provides a safe place to lay her head. “Come, omega. Your grandmother was right. We need to pack, and Lana already snores, just like you," Jungkook urged as he kept a firm grip on his daughter. As soon as Jimin stood, they began their slow stroll back to the house. “Remember that time you walked me home from the Shadow Dragon tournament?” The alpha softly asked.

"Of course. You couldn't stop whining about not being able to carry me home, like you hadn't just been in seven different fights. That same night,” Jimin stressed as one of his hands nervously took hold of his singular braid. “And I do not snore, mister, she gets that from you.”

A soft grunt was his initial reply. Jungkook appeared amused by everything the omega did. As if he found himself falling in love - again - with the omega despite the fact that Jimin ran. The omega ran from him. All the way to a different country. But Jungkook couldn't find it in himself to blame the omega. He should've told Jimin sooner, perhaps they could've found another way. But his choice to inform the omega on their wedding night had been an oversight he'll never forget. Still, he couldn't allow Jimin to remain outside of his grasp any longer.

“I could've easily carried you, broken fingers or not," Jungkook affirmed with such confidence that Jimin nearly believed him. And the omega had been present that night, he remembered Jungkook's unfamiliar grunts of pain. “And, at least you know who helped you make her," the alpha continued as he nuzzled Lana's head. By then, they had reached the end of their house's dirt path driveway.

“I'm sure your grandfather would've been happy to note you cared little for his orders," Jimin reminded Jungkook of the one man able to humble the alpha. “He would've loved for you to explain why your physical assessment was better than his," the omega continued with a snort as he led the way up to the door. He could feel eyes on his back, watching him move, but he hadn't dared to turn around.

Jeon Gwan-tae. A man of great distinction that helped pioneer the high society structure to criminal syndicates in South Korea. He had been cold, though only in public. Jungkook had the pleasure of knowing his grandfather's heart. Only the elder alpha's sheer will kept him alive to that very day. One hundred years old was a notable age. One that had earned Gwan-tae boundless respect. To go against his word was to go against the founding families of South Korea's underbelly. And the elder Jeon still had a mean chop.

“Yeah, well, you should’ve seen his reaction to the absence of his great granddaughter,” Jungkook smartly retorted. "Actually, you'll have a chance to do just that, in a few days' time.”

Unable to formulate a reply before they reached the front door, Jimin merely opened the front door for the duo. Once Jungkook stepped inside, and Jimin had followed, Yuna came out of nowhere to retrieve her great grandchild.

“Off with you, it'll be a few hours before she wakes. That gives you enough time to thoroughly pack, no rough housing," Yuna ordered, but the wink she threw at Jimin said otherwise.

Before he could scold her playful demeanor in front of Jungkook, she vanished. Her footsteps disappear in the direction of their living room, drowned out by the noise of a musical. Perhaps Disney, Yuna appeared to love Disney.

Instead of standing there like an idiot, Jimin grumbled a reply to his grandmother before approaching the stairwell. He could feel Jungkook's warm presence at his back, but the alpha remained relatively silent. Only his footsteps telegraphed his intention to follow Jimin, at every step.

Pastels and swaths of silkened cloth greeted them upon return. Jimin had always been one for decorations. The alpha could even recall the first time he'd visited Jimin's dorm. There he saw a nest that had taken over the entire room. Despite the fact that Jimin had a roommate, Seokjin turned out to be cool in the end. Much like that first time, the alpha proudly settled himself into Jimin's bed. As if he belonged there. A trait that had annoyed Jimin, even back then. Except whenever they were younger, that interaction had ended in them fucking each other angrily, greedily.

“So are you ready to talk about this? I'm only being.. accepting.. because you deserve time with your daughter, but if you think-," the omega's soft voice was cut off by a sharp bout of laughter from Jungkook.

Jungkook had known the conversation was coming, he was just surprised the omega hadn't tried to start sooner. “Think? Sweetheart, I know. I know you both will be coming home, and staying." The alpha pressed with a certainty that had Jimin glancing over at the bed uncertainly.

The omega had his back turned to Jungkook. Angrily, he dug through drawers and such. His form enticed Jungkook with every movement. Even Jungkook was surprised by his ability to restrain himself at that moment. “Oh you know huh? Well, I know that the law here allows omegan single mothers to," Jimin, who had been in the middle of pulling their clothing out of a deep drawer, screeched as he was lifted off the floor with ease.

“Well, it's a good thing Lana’s paperwork and birth certificate are from South Korea," Jungkook meanly reminded the omega, as he placed the omega on the bed in a missionary position. The alpha could see Jimin's flicker of anger at the reminder of the fact that Lana hadn't been born on Leyte. “And it's also a good thing that I already have primary custody. Since we haven't mated yet," the alpha growled into Jimin's ear. His hips doing that electrifying figure eight swivel, grounding his slightly inflated knot into Jimin's clothed pussy. “Are these… maternity panties?”

Jimin grunted. He felt an internal twitch between his hips as Jungkook's manhandling settled into his mind. There was something about the way Jungkook held him down, his flexibility displayed as his knees kissed the mattress. But he couldn't lose himself, ‘lest Jungkook find a way to consume him. “You know just what to say to an omega," Jimin sarcastically hissed as an angered blush settled upon his face, neck, and chest. “Get off me Jungkook, I have to pack, remember."

A silent smirk was his only reply. The alpha appeared to heed Jimin's words, slowly releasing the iron grip he had on the back of Jimin's knees. And just as Jimin thought he'd be free to close his plump thighs, Jungkook pushed them apart even further that time before he chuckled deeply. Laughter that was held right over the cloth that separated Jungkook's eyes from the omega's pussy. The tip of a pointed nose dug in-between the lips of his labia. Jimin whimpered loudly, his small hands balled into fists in the sheets as he tried to scoot away. “Koo-kookie," Jimin whispered as he moved one hand to push on Jungkook's head.

The alpha merely grinned, that dangerous sort of enjoyment. He appeared ready to devour Jimin whole. “What baby? Do you want something? Perhaps you need something…” Jungkook purred. His eyes were hypnotizing, the same gaze that had resulted in Jimin's youthful pregnancy. Still, Jimin couldn't forget the reason they fell apart. Jungkook had chosen work over his family, in Jimin's opinion.

“Get.. get off me. I need-," the omega's barely firm statement washed over Jungkook, only adding amusement to the situation for the alpha. " I forgot, this is foreplay for you,” Jimin hissed as he noticed the alpha was unbothered by the tiny hand pushing his face away. Although Jimin wasn't really moving him at all. “How about you take out that gun too? We can reminisce about that night in Seoul," the omega sassed. It was his only defense, given how easily Jungkook kept the omega's legs splayed open.

A growl erupted from the reminder of the first night Jungkook had to take a life. And while he'd do it again for Jimin, he hated the way Jimin played with those delicate memories. “Do you know what I would do to protect you? Do you know how much I restrain myself, protecting you from even me, omega?” The alpha softly inquired, which forced Jimin to nervously swallow and glance away. "Hm? Speak up, kitten.”

In such an exposed position. With only a thin set of white cotton panties protecting his holes from full exposure, Jimin felt defensive. His nerves decided to fuel his mental defense, given that his physical one has failed him. "I'm sure you practiced a lot of restraint that first time you knotted me, re-real sure,” Jimin grumbled.

Abruptly, one of Jungkook's strong hands left the back of his knees momentarily to cup Jimin's chin between two fingers. They locked eyes, and while the alpha said nothing, Jimin could sense his growing tension. The omega could feel Jungkook's muscles tighten, even within his crotch that had been pressed up against the obscene outline of Jimin's pudgy labia.

However, Jungkook's eyes were focused on another set of lips. The plump and rosy ones that uniquely rest upon Jimin's face. That was the reason the alpha growled - loudly and deeply - as he observed Jimin prepare to speak once more. Tired of the back and forth, Jungkook desires a taste of honey. The hand that had taken Jimin's chin hostage slid down to settle firmly around the omega's neck. He felt the beauty’s breath hitch beneath his grasp, a wicked gleam in his eye as he squeezed light once. As if to ask, did Jimin remember their kinky life together.

The press of metal rings against Jimin’s neck felt like a bite. He had never really detested any of Jungkook's kinks, but he was more focused on the way the alpha held him, controlled him. Even if the omega wasn't willing to admit his masochistic desires.

There was palpable tension in the air. A honeyed scent dancing, being consumed and encouraged by a more dominant petrichor. The first unconscious and small roll of Jimin's hips - which broadcasted his internal desires - ignited the tension into action. Jimin took a while to realize, but Jungkook's knot had inflated entirely. The obscene bulge was snuggled and grinded into the fat of Jimin's pussy. Before Jimin could speak, Jungkook kissed him.

A battle of tongues ensued as Jimin attempted to fight off the sensual assault. Yet Jungkook's tongue - as well as his position above Jimin - kept him humble. Fucking the omega’s throat with an ease that left Jimin's eyes to roll back into his skull slightly, a quiver of juices spitting from his pussy all the while. Eventually, he needed to breathe. Jimin turned his head away hoping to catch his breath before he scolded Jungkook's rash nature. But his breath continued to be stolen as the alpha kissed his way down Jimin's body, settling just above the outline of Jimin's pussy.

“God, mocha and honey, I'm going to die of sweetness," Jungkook hissed as he carelessly tore Jimin's unattractive panties in half. He ignored Jimin's indignant squeak as he grabbed the omega's thickened ass cheeks in each palm before he started to make out with Jimin's pussy.

“Ah, ah kooookkie," Jimin screeched, suddenly grateful that the entire house was sound proof, and they were on the other side of the building, away from their family members. Such thoughts left his mind as Jungkook's tongue dug into him. The first scrape forced Jimin's toes to curl, his lower abdomen tightening with coiled tension as he started to sweat. Brown skin glistened visibly on the bedsheets as Jungkook only became even more aggressive with his tongue as time went on.

Something about their compatibility made them capable of sharing desires without words. Hunger without projection. Somehow, Jungkook just knew Jimin needed his tongue to go deep and hook to the right just a smidge. Consequently, the alpha quickly had the omega screaming and shaking endlessly. Little spurts of honeyed scent juices kept leaking from him, clinging to Jungkook's handsome face. The alpha paid no heed, he was too focused on kissing the pussy that had given him so much.

Jungkook was not a lazy lover. He demanded Jimin's pleasure and hunger. He had generally refused to use his fingers on Jimin's pussy, he preferred the sole usage of his tongue, unless the situation called for them. After only two minutes of eating Jimin out, he already had the omega crying. But that pleasure only jumped to vicious heights as Jungkook's tongue found that spongy - and familiar - g-spot. Sure enough, the omega screamed so loudly his voice bounced off the walls. Vocal vibrations that settled within Jungkook's knot, forcing the alpha to groan pleasurably into Jimin's pussy. Consequently, Jimin found himself squirting violently as he attempted to run away from Jungkook's continued kisses.

It wasn't until a small foot met his cheek that Jungkook released the succulent pussy. “Fuck, that was good," Jungkook softly rumbled as he licked his lips, and gently set Jimin's hips back onto the bed. The omega's chest kept rising and falling rhythmically as Jimin attempted to catch his breath. Jungkook chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. It's crazy how satisfied the alpha looked, and he hadn't even been the one to nut. “Sorry about your granny panties," Jungkook teased as he got off the bed. Soon he started to pack Jimin's and Lana’s items without the omega. As if his intention had been to leave the omega weak, while he took care of their luggage.

Before long, he had entirely completed it. Just as Jimin got off of the bed feeling sticky and worn out. “Where are my panties? And why did you pack everything without me? I don't even know where stuff is," the omega grumbled angrily as he searched for a new set of unripped panties.

“I forgot how pissy you are after a good orgasm," Jungkook grunted as his knot slowly relaxed. He went on to offer Jimin a new pair of panties, except it was g-string. Clearly the alpha had gone through his clothes entirely. “Here, and don't bother searching for another pair, I've already loaded the luggage into the car," he imposed as he held the thin panties between his fingers.

Angered, Jimin snatched the underwear with a grumble. He soon stripped off the torn up cotton panties, making sure to keep eye contact with the alpha as he pulled on the new pair. Creepily, Jungkook snatched up the ripped ones to pocket them before he hurried Jimin out of the room. “Are you sure you've gotten everything? If you left behind any of her toys, or hair care products, I will-,” the omega was cut off by Jungkook, once again.

“You'll do nothing. Except sit pretty while I purchase whatever you need," Jungkook affirmed as he guided the omega out of the room, down the stairs, and into the living room with their family members. “Hey baby girl, have you been good for your grandmother?" The alpha inquired as he left Jimin's side to approach his daughter. She appeared to be playing with a toy set, and barely acknowledged him. But she giggled happily whenever he picked her up.

All while, Jimin and Yuna communicated silently with their eyes. And the elder omega appeared to have that knowing look upon her features. Jimin huffed, but he refrained from replying. Instead he asked, "where's Teddy, and Ulan?"

Yuna appeared to come to life at the question, she had initially appeared sleepy - the elder generally took naps around now. “He went to lay down for a nap, and your sister is…” Yuna trailed off as footsteps could be heard entering the room. "Right there."

“You were looking for me? Did you need something?" Ulan inquired with so much hope in her eye that Jimin felt bad for only asking out of curiosity.

“No, no. I just wanted to make sure I said goodbye to everyone," Jimin informed her softly. He appeared a little sad. But he was slightly feeling more relaxed with Jungkook present, although he wouldn't admit it.

Still his sadness was noticed by Ulan, who looked like she had showered and cleaned herself up. Consequently, she turned to regard Jungkook with a distasteful look in her eye. “Well you don't have to leave if you don't want to right?" Ulan harmlessly inquired as she settled into an armchair near Yuna.

Before Jimin could deescalate the situation, Yuna hissed out a scathing reply. “Their relationship isn't like the one you had. For one, they're a proper couple," Yuna was momentarily cut off by an ‘Apoy’ from Jimin, which she ignored. “For two, they have a child together. That entirely changes their dynamic, best to leave the relationship advice to an actual counselor." Yuna's words cut deep, even to Jimin, who didn't have the experiences of Ulan.

“Apoy, don't you think that's a bit harsh? But yes, Ulan, I have to go for the sake of my child. And Jungkook's…” Jimin paused to glance curiously at the alpha that was playing with their daughter. But he found those comforting eyes already observing him with curiosity. "Jungkook is right, I made a decision that made our farm a target. We might've saved the land, but now we are a target. I can't raise a child in that environment, at least in Busan we have constant protection.”

Ulan huffed. A noise of clear annoyance that inspired even Jungkook to look at her. As if he sensed the budding hostility, Jimin quickly stood up and plucked his daughter from Jungkook. Lana fussed at having her attention altered, but she settled at the sight of Jimin's face. Her fist happily curled around one of Jimin's stray hairs that had escaped his braid. He winced, but left her to her comforts. “Alright, well we should get going, Maasin isn't around the corner. Where's Taehyung?" Jimin asked softly as he hugged Yuna, and she hugged them both.

“The tanga? He left earlier in an Uber, thinking he went to see that alpha he's always talking to," Yuna muttered amused as she kissed her granddaughter’s forehead, then Jimin's. “You will see me soon again little Lana,” the elder paused to lock eyes with Jungkook in a meaningful fashion. “You better take good care of them, Jungkook."

The alpha bowed his head in response and respect. A rare sight that was mainly reserved for elders. Before they could inquire about Teddy, the elder strolled into the living room as if summoned. Though he appeared more focused on refilling the glass in his hand, he paused to take in the scene he was about to walk through. His eyes found Yuna, then Jimin, and lastly Lana. Consequently, he sighed before approaching Jimin and Lana. “I feel like we just got back together. I hope to see you both again very soon, and Jimin, finish that album," Teddy whispered the last part of the sentence as he hugged and kissed them both. Before he turned to shake Jungkook's hand.

Soon after, Jungkook guided them to the car. He made sure to settle Lana with snacks and toys before Jimin could even stress the importance. The alpha had always been a good one, that hadn't been the problem. As Jimin settled into the backseat with Lana, unable to fight his paranoia, Jungkook groaned from the front seat. “You could watch her from the front seat Jimin, she has to be independent at some point," Jungkook grunted as he carefully drove them out of the farmlands, and into civilization.

The omega had never learnt to enjoy the sight of trees being traded for cold hard structures. Jungles of concrete that took away the chaos of nature. The very necessary chaos. “Did you miss Busan?" Jungkook’s soft inquiry came halfway through their journey.

Although the question was a fair one, Jimin felt slighted by the inquiry. Of course he missed Busan, much of his childhood as well as his college life had been there. But the question felt charged somehow, as if they weren't a part of Jungkook's question. “I missed the memories I made there,” He murmured in reply as he checked on Lana, who had long since fallen asleep. As she usually did on long car rides.

“Well you can make new memories with us. But before we reach Busan, we need to reunite with Namjoon and Hoseok. They have a plan to distract the gang from your farm, while we're away,” Jungkook informed him as they passed by a sign that read ‘Welcome to Maasin’, although the words were in Spanish. "They're at a hotel, I'm sure Taehyung is with them.”

Unable to think of a necessary response, the omega fell silent. His brown eyes glazed over as they reached the previously mentioned hotel. One thing Jimin generally hated about the public, they treated people with a complexion as brown as Jimin's and Lana's with a certain level of notoriety. Wherever they went, Jimin received stares. Although Jungkook always tried to remind him that he's a famous, notable singer. As well as the fact that he's attractive, people stared at him for that reason mostly - according to Jungkook.

“Alright, wake the little bugger up, I'll carry her. And you can carry the diaper bag," Jungkook ordered. It appeared he already had fallen back into that alpha mindset that controlled much of Jimin's actions. A rather annoying trait, but Jimin didn't want to argue at that moment. Instead he slowly woke his daughter with gentle whispers and brushes of her hair.

As she awoke, Jungkook plucked her from the car seat after he went around to her side of the car. Jimin slowly followed, with the large diaper bag over one of his shoulders. Almost proudly, Jungkook held his sleepy daughter in one hand, while the other guided Jimin into the building, and onto an elevator. The staff didn't even stop them, they only nodded to Jungkook before the elevator doors closed. “I hope those two aren't busy right now," Jungkook playfully suggested, careful of his words in front of Lana.

“With any luck, they'll have just finished," Jimin joined in on the playful demeanor. In spite of his distaste for their situation, he found himself excited to see the friend group. They'd always been entirely too close knit.

But just as they reached their floor, and slowly approached the door Jungkook led them to. All thoughts of a happy reunion came to a screeching halt. There, just outside one of the doors. Taehyung stood half dressed, with a couple of officers attempting to arrest him. As they grew closer, Jimin realized the two officers had their guns at the ready. Soon their conversation came into perspective.

“...arrest for the suspected murder of two police officers out by the Parks’ farm,” The officer shouted at Taehyung's annoyed looking features.

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Society often dictated the way an individual's time should be spent. A localized and shared ideology that several minds used to influence the less agreeable. They used various methods of coercion, violence, and deceit. Unholy Trinity that wore the mask of religion and governance. Used to strip that taste of sovereignty everyone once knew.

That was the reason they were all - within that hotel’s hallway - being forced to entertain two gun wielding police officers. Patrolmen, Gomez and Rodriguez. They both were rather short, stocky almost. But their eyes conveyed a level of hostility that went beyond a mere distaste for crime. Their body language spoke of an imposed threat, but their protocol - as most knew - was only to equip their weapon in case of a threat. And Taehyung wore no other weapon than a rather annoyed expression.

Many wouldn't be able to read a scene so fluidly, amongst the chaos that ensued after Hoseok had ventured into the hallway. But Jimin had always been insightful, existential in most cases. After blossoming into a young omega, Jimin found that his freedom remained within the depths and crevices of his own mind. There he found strength in his ability to discern danger, and swiftly. In their faces, Jimin sensed a certain level of familiarity within his memory.

And as the situation nearly escalated to hostile territory, Jimin gasped as he recalled their faces. He had seen them both at that club he used to work at in Maasin. Club Panáhimik. A hidden strip club frequented by cops and criminals alike. Though the public eye wasn't aware of that fact. Thankfully, Jimin was. However, he was halted from speaking as his alpha stepped in front of him with a stern look as he stared down at Jimin.

The gasp had apparently alerted both police officers to the trio’s presence. Both turned to observe the pair with a critical eye, but Jungkook was blocking their line of sight with his broad back to them. “Hey, turn around before you are arrested for obstruction!” The younger looking one - Patrolman Gomez also known as Mino in the club - shouted.

Jungkook frowned. His muscles tensed in a way that Jimin knew meant trouble. But their eyes met once more, and a gentle pout on Jimin's lips quelled any budding violence within Jungkook's form. Instead, The alpha gingerly handed over Lana to Jimin, the omega easily handled her weight. And thankfully the toddler merely clung to the shoulder strap of Jimin's dress, still slightly sleepy. Her eyes were still low.

Ever the alpha, Jungkook stared at his family with a level of affection that should cause any enemy of theirs fear. He kept that expression as he turned away from Jimin's worried face. Soon his brown eyes met two shorter forms. Two betas that had their guns aimed at - not only Hoseok, but Jungkook as well. Just as Jungkook prepared to deescalate the situation with conversation, a door - across from the one Taehyung and Hoseok stood by - opened.

“Why are you yelling-," Seokjin grumbled into the hallway. The tall and slim omega inquired in a will robe that barely covered the nightgown he wore underneath.

But he was cut off by a sharp growl from behind his form. A thick, muscular arm curled around Seokjin’s waist before the omega was picked up and the door was slammed shut. A small shouting match ensued before the door reopened to reveal a tall, and much more stocky, alpha known as Namjoon. The alpha took one look around, saw Jungkook with a gun pointed at him, and stepped into the hallway shirtless. “Yongwong," Namjoon greeted their leader, Jungkook, respectfully, but said no more as his gaze shifted to the two cops lazily.

“Go back in your room unless you want to be arrested?! Actually, we are only here for Jeon Taehyung, so if you'd all cleared out, that would be great,” Patrolman Rodriguez spoke at that time.

A scoff erupted from Hoseok, but the alpha didn't move. He actually cracked his neck, a sound that made the two cops stiffen. “We're not going anywhere, and you require evidence to prove that Taehyung was involved in the murders." Jungkook affirmed. He hadn't moved, but it felt like he had punched someone. Or at least a hole in their argument. "Show us the warrant,” the alpha continued.

The pair of police officers appeared to backtrack. They hadn't actually gotten the evidence that would incriminate Taehyung without incriminating the two officers that had been murdered in self defense. They were also without a warrant for his arrest. “We will be back with a warrant. I promise, let's go, Gomez." The officer grumbled as he slowly put his gun away, along with the younger Patrolman. Although Gomez appeared reluctant to leave them without violence.

As they passed Jungkook, Jimin, and Lana on the way to the elevator they saw the brown beauty. Anyone that had visited Club Panáhimik knew of Mocha - aka Jimin. The owner of the club had always made a point to showcase his unique complexion and ample curves. That was the reason both officers paused as they scanned the omega. Most stared at Jimin because he was magnetic like that, his brown complexion drew them in. But his figure had them drooling at his feet, committing his shape to memory.

“Wait a minute, is that-," Gomez’s curious inquiry was silenced by an elbow in his gut. Soon after, Rodriguez rushed him into the elevator.

Jimin released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. There was no need for Jungkook to experience firsthand proof of his momentary life as a stripper. The omega turned away from the elevator to find Jungkook already observing him. Always a critical eye. Jimin could sense that the alpha knew more than he let on. Still, Jungkook didn't see fit to pressure the issue. He appeared much more focused on directing them all into Taehyung's and Hoseok’s hotel room. They were the only two dressed mostly, compared to Namjoon and Seokjin.

“I'll be dressed and over shortly," Namjoon affirmed before he disappeared into his room with a slight slam. Clearly the alpha was angry his omega had opened the door barely dressed.

Once they made their way into Hoseok's room, Taehyung took a seat on a huge couch and gestured for Jimin to join him. With a playful sigh, the omega strolled over and unloaded the diaper bag onto the seat. He kept Lana in his lap, as she was still slightly sleepy, and pulling on his hair. “You don't look too broken up about nearly being arrested," Jimin acknowledged aloud, a curious lit to his speech as he shifted Lana to lay on a couch cushion by herself to sleep.

“That happens twice a week, on average, in Busan lately. Besides I already knew they didn't have a warrant. Any evidence they'd use would incriminate their entire division within the PNP. They can't risk notoriety,” Taehyung said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I'm just glad they didn't fire their weapons, I don't want to kill in front of Lana," the beta cooed as he looked over at the sleeping Jeon heir.

Jungkook grunted from his position near the hotel's desk. He and Hoseok had been speaking at hushed times about something, but the alpha clearly had picked up the mention of his daughter. “Had they attempted to strike first, there would've been no other choice. Thankfully, legal knowledge kept the situation from escalating," ever the proud alpha, Jungkook remained smug after the encounter. He had always enjoyed a good victory. “But did you hide those bodies, Taehyung?"

The beta nodded, though Jungkook's raised eyebrows demanded vocal confirmation from Taehyung. “Yes, me and the old-, I mean Yuna, took them to a nearby river. They were eaten by a buwaya, I think she called them,” the younger Jeon finished with a shrug.

“A crocodile or alligator, buwaya," Jimin affirmed his mother tongue to them.

Jungkook had the audacity to look turned on by the sound of Jimin's unknown language. He had always meant to learn a few words, especially for Jimin’s sake. The omega looked affronted, but Jungkook merely smirked before his attention returned to Hoseok. He found the alpha already watching him with a pleased expression, he knew his friends were happy Jimin would ease the burden of Jungkook's rage.

“Enough," he grumbled underneath his breath, only for Hoseok to raise his palms in mock surrender - but the alpha still smiled. “Have you found their base yet? Cheol-su,” Jungkook used the underboss’ title in order to remind Hoseok of the situation. Consequently, the alpha fell into step easily.

“Yes, just a few islands east of here, there is a large compound on the hills of Suluan,” Hoseok affirmed as he trailed his fingers along a digitally structured and printed map. “They have security, but not much, and getting inside should be easy. Especially with Namjoon here," he finished just as the mentioned fellow alpha walked into the room.

“Namjoonie," Jimin softly squeals from the couch. His excitement should've annoyed Jungkook, but he knew their relationship was brotherly. Namjoon was a much better sibling for Jimin than Ulan could ever be. “Where is your ball and chain, huh? Don't tell me you cut him off, you're obsessed with him," Jimin relentlessly teased as he patted his daughter's sleepy back.

“Minie, how many times has Seokjin said don't call him that, huh?" Namjoon grumbled as he strolled over, bent to hug the omega but switched to pat Lana. “My actual best friend has returned to me. We can watch Disney again," he said as he pulled away from her, to finally acknowledge a pouting Jimin.

“You guys are not watching Disney without me, you never give her good commentary. But seriously, where is my omega?" Jimin hissed as he hugged, and poked Namjoon’s stiff side.

“Ow! Nice to see you still love getting your nails done, really," Namjoon grunted sarcastically before he backed away while rubbing his side. “And Seokjin is mine, we've been over this. Anyway, he's pampering himself. Resting, like a good omega," Namjoon teased as he approached his leader to offer him a smooth handshake.

Jimin's responding scoff was drowned out by Jungkook, who was more focused on handling the situation here so they could return to Busan for a proper reunion. “You came just in time to begin the last thing I need to do before we leave. We found a base in Suluan that houses a flash drive that would force the PNP to actually investigate the island's operations, and we are to retrieve it tonight,” Jungkook informed the leader of his assassin division.

"We as in?”Jimin softly inquired from his position on the couch. Only then had Jungkook met his omega's gaze once more. "I would-,” the omega was cut off by a soft bout of chuckles from Jungkook.

“Baby," Jungkook called simply, his eyes weighing upon Jimin as they remained in a staring contest until the omega looked away. “You, and Lana, will be here with Seokjin. As well as Taehyung and Hoseok. Only myself and Namjoon will be making the trip. You've already been set up in a luxury suite like this, I'll take you there soon,” Jungkook affirmed. But he had turned his attention back to Namjoon, awaiting the fellow alpha's response.

"You know I am with you, Yongwong,” Namjoon affirmed with a bow of his head. They were the same height, but Namjoon had always been lithe. Built for precision while Jungkook was built sturdy, and for powerful strikes. Their sparring sessions had always been electric, even to the observer. “Do you wish to leave now? While it is nightfall?" Namjoon asked as he glanced over the maps and scribbled notes from Hoseok about the plan.

The room was dimly lit. Shaded in a way. But the atmosphere felt comfortable, peaceful in a way that can only come from familiarity. They had all known each other for sometime. Most met because of Jungkook's syndicate, but not all. Jimin met Namjoon, and Seokjin, in college before he met Jungkook. And Taehyung hadn't been at the college, but his relationship as Jungkook's brother dictated their fated friendship. Hoseok was the most recent to arrive, but obviously loyal. The alpha came from the slums, a dark past that Jungkook told Jimin never to ask about.

“That is Hoseok's suggestion, he'll be observing us from drones as well as cameras that are built into our equipment. We take no weapons,” Jungkook affirmed with a dead stare into Namjoon's eyes. Visions of youthful lessons in the way of karate played in their minds, individually. “I generally do not give these conditions. However, the less we carry, the swifter our mission will be. Our hands should be enough," Jungkook grunted as he rolled his neck and shoulders.

As expected each of them nodded, except for Jimin, and Lana obviously. The omega wore a frown that left Jungkook more than aware of an upcoming argument. But he ignored that in favor of acknowledging Namjoon's response. “I will prepare at once. And meet you in the lobby twenty minutes from now," that was the last of Namjoon's words before he nodded at them all, and left.

“Well, I guess that means I get to backseat drive a drone!" Taehyung playfully exclaimed as he leaned his weight onto Hoseok's solid form. The alpha grumbled softly, forcing the beta to inquire, “What was that?!" He whisper-screamed at the alpha, after a year of living with a child he'd learnt to scream softly.

As they started to bicker, Jungkook approached his omega and child slowly. He knelt beside Lana, shifting her hair out of her face before he gently lifted her into his arms. Before Jimin could grab the baby bag, Jungkook plucked that up too before slinging it over his broad shoulder. He offered the omega a hand without a word, at least not any words that were meant for Jimin. “We're out of here, get your distractions out of the way before surveillance hours,” the alpha ordered as he left the room, with Jimin's hand held captive.

The resulting squawk from Taehyung was smothered by the hefty door of a hotel room’s door closing between them. A series of disgruntled slaps take place behind the door, but Jungkook took no heed of them.

As expected, the alpha pulled Jimin closer to him as they walked. Until the omega found himself flush against the alpha’s side. Soon they were in front of their designated room, judging from the way Jungkook stopped to pat his pocket for the room key. Once he found the rectangular - and thin - key, he swiftly opened the door and ushered Jimin inside.

The room was quaint, humble in comparison to the way Jungkook lived at his home in Busan. There wasn't much furniture, but there was a lot of space, and a well exposed view. One that overlooked the shores of Leyte. Before Jungkook could even set his sleepy - but slowly waking - child on the large bed, Jimin started the expected argument. Always softly spoken, building until the omega was ready to tussle with Jungkook - as amusing as the alpha found that to be.

“I only agreed to this, like I've said before, because you deserve time with your daughter. She missed you, and my decision was too swift,” Jimin had always been incredibly reasonable, too insightful. But his passion always dared to consume him. "But… but we're not going back to that comfortable little relationship. You're not about to keep me in your giant bedroom with Lana constantly. And you can't expect me to overlook the fact that you used her as a threat to me,” the omega furiously whispered as he unpacked the diaper bag on their bed.

Generally, Jungkook avoided talking to the omega whenever he got like this. He left the omega to his own devices until they could talk about the situation without so much aggressive sexual tension. But he knew he couldn't simply leave Jimin at the moment, he wanted the omega to understand the importance of their reunification.

"A threat? I didn't threaten you. I spoke the truth, omega,” Jungkook grumbled as he settled Lana in the center of the bed. He then stood up to approach his own suitcase that had already been left in the room. "Lana should be with her father, and the laws of Busan support that. And you wouldn't dare miss a day of Lana’s life, how is that a threat? And not an acknowledgement?” Jungkook smartly inquired.

Honeyed eyes glanced over to the alpha's back angrily. The alpha had always been a sliver tongued man. Slick with his words and approach. Jimin had often found himself backed into a corner based on carefully mentioned facts alone. “And you don't hear the implications of your words?" Jimin angrily questioned with a stomp. A sound and sight that amused the alpha to no end.

A whimper - the beginnings of a cry - erupted into the room's atmosphere. Effectively disrupting their argument. Both alpha and omega turned to acknowledge the baby reaching for Jimin. Maternal instincts raged at Jimin until he retrieved several accessible and easy to clean snacks for Lana, as well as a child cup of water. As the younger omega settled with a cup of - healthy - animal crackers she promptly poured onto the bed, as Jungkook opened his suitcase.

There were two weapons inside. A sleek pistol Jimin had only seen once before, and a katana was all too familiar. Nostalgia burned within Jimin as he studied the blade. All the while, Jungkook undressed and redressed himself in a sleek scuba diving outfit. All black. By the time Jimin realized, and nearly found himself appreciating the sight, Jungkook was already approaching him. Without thought, the omega backed up despite the alpha's frown and soothing scent. Unwilling to give Jimin leeway, the alpha backed the omega into the dresser. Effectively Jimin found himself trapped.

“Call me crazy, but I think I told you that you'd never get away after that first knot. Hm," Jungkook rumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as the back of his - slightly curled - index finger stroked Jimin's cheek. “And I'll bring you back, even if your druggie sister is there," the alpha attempted to soothe a hurt he could barely identify.

Jimin sighed. One of his own small hands had been placed on top of the visible curve of his hip. He looked tired, resigned almost. But Jungkook knew they'd argue more later, whenever Jimin's attention wasn't divided between a two year old and a thirty year old. “Leave Ulan alone, she's trying," the omega grumbled as he begrudgingly rested his forehead against Jungkook's solid chest. “And we aren't done talking about our relationship issues, I still haven't forgiven you for telling me about your criminal syndicate on our wedding day. But.. but are you sure about Suluan? It could be-," Jimin was silenced by a small tug on his silky, waist length braid.

“What? Dangerous? For who, Jimin?" Jungkook grunted seriously. His eyes held that dangerous glimmer, the one that had once led to Jimin being fucked raw on a motorcycle. The alpha detested whenever Jimin challenged his physical prowess. “Because, last I checked, ‘To win any battle you must fight like you're dead already’. And I've tasted death before, the same day you left,” the alpha finished in a hushed tone.

Tears. Nostalgic pain and bliss mixed as he recalled their shared love of poetry. Jimin pushed at the alpha's chest lightly until the man backed up. "Don't… don't quote Miyamoto Musashi at me. I told you this wouldn't be like before, now I know the weight of your words. The truth that you had always hidden within lyrical haikus,” Jimin hissed as he slipped away to approach the bed instead. He found Lana crushing animal crackers in her fist, but he ignored the crumbs in favor of laying down beside her. "Guess I'll see you in the morning,” the omega grumbled without looking at the alpha.

"Mm, you will.” Jungkook affirmed as he put on boots before he approached Jimin and Lana. He kissed Lana’s forehead first, whispering a vow of protection over the child. He then bent close to Jimin's face before he spoke, "I will return soon. You should sleep, Seokjin will probably be by later tonight to check on you. I'll be fine, I love you both," were his last words before he stiffly vacated the room.

Lana’s cry followed him out the door, but he knew her mother would settle and comfort her soon. He, instead, focused on the familiar visage of Namjoon in similar attire. They looked like touring surfers, and made sure to speak with no one on their way down to the lobby. “You brought your key programmer?” Jungkook asked as they reached a dark and empty parking lot.

“Yes,” was the assassin's simple reply. He revealed the hand held device from one of his zipped up pockets. Soon they found a desirable car, a luxurious mustang that looked in mint condition. Silently, they stood by the car as the device slowly worked its magic. Soon the door clicked, effectively unlocked. “Would you like to drive?"

"No, I must prepare,” Jungkook cryptically replied as the both smoothly slid into the car. Jungkook in the passenger seat, with Namjoon in the driver's seat.

Contrary to popular belief, Jungkook wasn't a heartless murderer. He actually empathized with every life he took. And before every fight, he prepared to take a life with slow deep breaths. While he recounted the lessons of his grandfather, Gwan-tae. Death is the way of the samurai. One must act out of defense, as opposed to offense. And Jungkook had studied the Bahala Na Gang enough to know they wouldn't leave the Parks' farm alone, especially after they had already sent people there who died.

By the time they pulled up the beach that housed the boat they'd rented online, Jungkook had fully prepared for their upcoming mission. Namjoon, in contrast, was quiet but he adored violence. The assassin was so efficient that Jungkook had requested to be trained by him. A technique that combined the element surprise and precision strikes. Their enemies often fell before they could realize their syndicate was even involved.

Waves crashed onto the shoreline as they parked at the entrance to a small dock. The establishment’s sign was half scratched out, barely upright, but they could see lights on inside the office from their parking spot. Neither alpha spoke to one another as they smoothly followed the online instructions, and found themselves in a small rented and black speedboat. As darkness took complete root within the night around them, Jungkook started the engine. That time, he drove instead while Namjoon activated both of their surveillance and the drone they'd brought along for Hoseok to view them through.

“Is this shit on?" Namjoon grumbled. His deft fingers kept poking the devices until a sound of static appeared over the rush of water as their boat moved.

Another bout of static before Seokjin, of all voices, filtered through the communication devices in their ears. “Can we not curse, alpha? There are babies present." The look on Namjoon's face will be committed to Jungkook's memory, as the fellow alpha appeared surprised and scolded all in one.

“Babies? And why are you present?" Namjoon demanded to know as they rode along the water.

A stifled scuffle resounded throughout their headphones before a more expected voice came through the receiver. “Your omegas have taken over my hotel room. And Lana is present, unless I'm unaware of a pregnancy,” Hoseok sounded panicked, but Jungkook and Namjoon were more than aware the tech savvy alpha was teasing them. The resulting silence felt too real, and both Namjoon and Jungkook looked at one another.

"That'd be a new record, if it were you,” Namjoon teased. But he was curious about the omegas’ sudden silence as well. "Jin,” the alpha firmly called into the receiver resulting in a small rush of sound before Seokjin’s voice returned.

"Maybe we should have this conversation in person, Joonie.” That was all Namjoon heard before the omega's voice and presence vanished from the receiver.

Hoseok returned, but he brought focus back to the situation at hand. "Some hefty news, but you're closing in on the dive.”

And sure enough, there was a floating device in the place their initial drone observation took place. Their boat dislocated the device entirely, but they had already found the nearest drop point for their entry. A cry of seagulls overhead momentarily took both of the alpha's attention. They watched the skies as their drone ascended into the clouds. Again, Hoseok's voice reminded them of their next move.

“You'll want to dive soon, they're in the middle of a shift change, as planned," Hoseok informed them softly. Which spurred them both into movement.

After equipping their diving gear, they fearlessly leapt into the oceanic depths. The world below. A school of fish immediately slapped the alphas in their face. Twin expressions of surprise passed across their faces. They shared a look of mirth before they both dive deeper into the ocean. Soon they came across a glow stick that had been left by their drone.

Green light illuminated their path, revealing the presence of a cave entrance. There was a set of bars about two feet into the cave, but their drone had already cut through the metal bars. Jungkook couldn't help but internally thank Hoseok for his love of high grade technology. As they swam deeper, they found a dead end that only went up. There they found a room as they swam up, and reached oxygen once more. Silent as mice, they removed their gear slowly. Until they're both barefoot, and only in their slick wetsuits.

A silent nod confirmed their shared understanding of the next moment's requirement of no communication. The drive they were after wasn't too far from their arrival point. However, there were several security check points between the underground office and the two alphas.

Two breaths of silence passed before they heard voices. “Can you believe the boss' paranoia? Figured he would realize those underwater motion sensors are faulty. Always picking up fish, gahh," they heard one say to another. Clearly there were only two sets of footsteps. However, the mention of their detection was a concern.

Still, Jungkook honed in on the individual that came into the room closest to him. While Namjoon snatched up the other. Both had grabbed the average height individuals with a snug arm around their necks. Without remorse, they broke both their necks. Snapped like reeds, their fated end coming swifter than expected. They silently searched the individuals until they found two keycards, they still neglected to take a weapon.

“Alright so," Hoseok's voice abruptly came through their earbuds. “I want you both to know that there are a few security features my surveillance couldn't detect. My advice is to tread extremely lightly,” the tech savvy alpha urged as the duo made their way through each check point.

Most of the guards were relaxed. Way too calm to deal with Jungkook's and Namjoon's level of lethal swiftness. A blow to their treicha, a strike to their temples, and a swift snapped neck generally ended most confrontations. It wasn't until they reached the last room, their destination, they found someone formidable. An armored individual that had their back to them, with a large machete strapped to their back.

“You know, whenever we targeted the Parks' farm, we knew," the eerie voice of their armored man said as he retrieved the machete from his back. “We knew that you would come. Although your stealthy approach surprised us, we were prepared enough to not miss a single thing,” the man continued as he turned to face the silent duo. "Well, don't you have words to say? Yongwong, young Jeon."

Jungkook and Namjoon shared a look. Neither had seen the man before. But he clearly knew more about them, than they knew about him. "That's one of their lieutenants, he looks prepared to face you both alone. But I don't think he anticipated my knowledge of his injured left knee from a recent dive with sharks he'd done, lots of knowledge on social meda alone," Hoseok finished smugly.

Before the tech savvy alpha had even finished, Jungkook kicked a chair across the room. The chair moved swiftly, angled at the lieutenant’s left leg. Surprised by the weak attack, the lieutenant assumed that he should simply block the chair with the foot of his left leg. Consequently, Namjoon struck the weakened knee with an open palmed jab that dislodged the tendons and structural integrity of the lieutenant's knee.

A cry sprang from the lieutenant's lips, but Jungkook silenced him with a swift punch to the man's solar plexus. Followed by a strike to the lieutenant's throat, hard enough to force bone to rip into skin. Which coated Jungkook's fingers in slick blood. “I have the flash drive. We should move,” Namjoon urged. Despite the silence, the assassin couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

Strictly, he and Jungkook exited the way they came. Their return to their sleek speed boat was uneventful. Unbeknownst to them both, a camera had recorded the entire event. Their faces and voices were committed to a memory storage that would later affect their lives. But at that moment, they simply returned to their respective omegas.

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Expectations were often futile. Useless in the face of knowledge. Of actual truth. They blurred the lines of reality and fantasy. Often one was left with the bitter taste of their own presumptions. Assumptions that took away the fluidity of possibilities. Of wonder. Instead, expectations placed controlled borders around their subject matter. Which left very little room for chance, for opportunity in all its forms. To hold someone to an expectation was to subject them to the borders of another's creation.

Many had yet to learn such lessons. They grasped - feebly - at straws that evaded their grasp. Solely based upon the ignorance that plagued their expectations. Jeon Jungkook had to learn such lessons of the mind. As his life had never been dictated by expectations. His grandfather had given him a choice. Adapt or die. A rule of thumb for the elder, a personal law for their family that had consumed the very essence of Jungkook's father. Safe to say, Jungkook had chosen to adapt. To abandon the bliss of ignorant expectations.

That was the reason he wasn't surprised to find Jimin awake, sitting in front of the hotel’s vanity mirror without Lana in sight. Still, the alpha grumbled as he slid into the room. Slightly irritated by the absence of his daughter. At least Jimin had the mindfulness to turn around and acknowledge the alpha upon his entrance.

A curtain of slick, freshly washed, wavy black tresses brushed Jimin's chair as he turned around in his seat. “I suppose it is done then, some things never change," the omega's ever so soft voice called out to him. Vocals that curled around Jungkook, and soothed the remaining tension within his form. At the alpha's grunt, Jimin dared to continue, “And why did it take you so long?"

Rich and tangible vibrations reverberated throughout the room as Jungkook chuckled. His form had long since dried, cured of wetness by the wind. Yet there was a layer of slickness between his form, and the scuba diving outfit. Which became apparent as he unzipped the front of his outfit, and wetly removed the sleeves from his arms and torso. The top portion of the outfit was left to hang behind him, still trapped on his v-shaped hips.

“Where is our daughter, omega?" Jungkook grumbled as he approached the omega. His slightly tan complexion glistened in the orange rays of the early rising sun. “Don't tell you've become an aloof mother," the alpha teased as he came to a stop in front of Jimin, flexing his muscles unconsciously.

A frown of plump lips resulted in another chuckle from Jungkook. His eyes were low in that appealing manner Jimin had always loved, whenever the alpha was clearly tired. But Jimin wouldn't be swayed by the pleasures of their shared past. “Really, Jeon? You think I'd be so careless as to leave my daughter someplace random? She's with Hoseok and Taehyung, they went to get breakfast," Jimin hissed softly as the omega pointedly turned away from the alpha's alluring abdomen.

“And why aren't you with them? Eating like a good omega," Jungkook inquired. Although his voice was like thick honey, rolling over Jimin's senses with dominant ease. “And is that my shirt?"

Most of the alpha's questions might appear harmless to a third party, but Jimin knew better. “Well, yes. You didn't unpack the car whenever you left, and all my clothes are in there," Jimin brattily dragged out certain words. In a fashion that he knew irritated Jungkook. “Did you expect me to walk around naked? With my ass all out, huh?"

Jungkook snorted. Mildly amused by the omega's sassy retort. One thing about Jimin the alpha had always remembered, the omega was sassy whenever he was defensive. The alpha pursed his lips, the last time he had found Jimin like this - in only a thong and his own shirt - said omega had been fucked within an inch of his life. Had begged Jungkook for a reprieve. Those memories felt so distant, but Jungkook still found himself aching to recreate them.

“Mm, I don't expect anything. You should know that by now, sweetheart. Come on, stand up for me,” the alpha sinfully purred into Jimin's ear. He had moved the left side of Jimin's curtain of hair behind the omega's tiny ear. "Show me which shirt you've stolen,” Jungkook teased.

In the mirror, they made eye contact. A sensation of electric tension flowed between them, daring to drown them both. Each touch, each caress of Jungkook's breath, ignited the omega's baseline instincts. The alpha had always been a sex god, bordering on the line of myth, an incubus. And Jungkook was aware of his own sex appeal, which made toying with him a dangerous game.

They both knew that Jungkook already could see which shirt Jimin had taken from the alpha's suitcase. An old american musical group named Red Hot Chili Peppers. A group Jimin had a love hate relationship with, but the familiarity of Jungkook's scent on the shirt had always helped Jimin to overlook such petty grievances.

“Are you sure you-," Jimin's playful reply was cut short. Jungkook had become too accustomed to the omega's nature. That was the reason his calloused fingers meanly dug into Jimin's thighs, and hefted the omega into the air. “Put. Me. Dow-," the omega's attempt at a firm voice was cut off by a screech as he was thrown on to the bed. He bounced once before he settled with a huff. “Gosh, you've always been a fuckin’ brute. You have got to stop manhandling me, Jungkook.”

"Is that an order, kitten?” A question that was barely heard despite the silence of their room. He started to peel the rest of his scuba outfit off, slowly as he approached the bed. "You remember the last time you ordered me around, huh?”

Unexpectedly, the omega chuckled. A sound that encouraged Jungkook's eyebrow to rise in silent inquiry. “I do, actually. And before you skip to the part where you fucked me, let's not forget that I humbled you. Unless you'd like to doubt my combative prowess again," Jimin offered with a coy smirk.

"Oh baby, you think you actually won that fight?” Jungkook inquired, which was followed by a boisterous laugh. He had just finished unlacing and unbuckling his boots. His bare feet flexed visibly, as if to grip the carpet. “If you truly believe that, why don't you try pinning me again, omega?" The alpha challenged. He made a small gesture, telling Jimin to come at him. His stance was lax, lazy as he stood there with only his legs and crotch covered by the scuba outfit.

A moment of eye contact. Shared breaths of preparation. And the tension within both of their forms were all aspects that conveyed rising hostilities. Jimin had been the first to move. Although thick, the omega moved with a swiftness and grace that could've easily overpowered an ordinary alpha.

Jungkook silently observed the omega's movements with a smirk. The gang leader was no ordinary alpha. He wasn't just more experienced - nor simply stronger - but he also had a history with the omega. Hell, he had been the one to train Jimin on occasion. That was the reason he tensed his hands, while solidifying his stance as he caught the meaty thigh of his agile omega.

Jimin had attempted a roundhouse kick, doing a smooth spin first before he lifted his leg to kick at the alpha's head. Except his form was caught. Powerful fingers sank into the flesh of his thigh and ass. He distantly heard fabric ripping before Jungkook spun in place, and threw the omega back into the bed with a stumble.

“I thought I taught you better than that, kitten," Jungkook goaded as he held something up in his hands. A familiar piece of underwear. A thong belonged to Jimin, and had previously been on his form. “Missing something?" The alpha teasing pressed as he twirled the underwear.

Squeaks of frustration left the omega as he suddenly realized that the draft on his pussy was because of a lack of protection. Not to mention the small dribble of slick that had dared to coat his labia. “Jungkook," Jimin called in that reprimanding tone the omega used on their daughter. Which inspired a full belly laugh from Jungkook as he clutched his abdomen, over exaggerating the humor. That was the reason Jimin abruptly stood on the bed, and simply ran to the end of the large mattress before he threw himself at the alpha's upper torso.

Consequently, they slammed into the dresser within their hotel room as Jungkook stumbled backwards. The alpha released a pained grunt, but his eyes were ablaze with desire. He had caught the omega rather easily, hands cupping the pudgy thickness of Jimin's ass. But it was the shaving razor at his throat that startled him. The cool press of metal against his neck excited him. Jungkook had always loved the thrill of dangerous play, plus a blade meant the omega was at his wits end. “Jimin," the alpha said once. His voice carried an unspoken threat, a promise.

“What? Does the little kitten have your tongue ‘daddy’?" The omega seductively inquired as he pressed the blade a little harder. Not enough to break skin, but to leave an imprint. "Now you're going to do exactly as I say,” Jimin continued as they made eye contact.

Sadly, their connection had always gone beyond words. Even - mere - prolonged eye contact could ignite the fire between them. Not to mention Jungkook's ability to dominate with his gaze alone. And that moment was no different, as the alpha made no move to remove the blade or the omega pinning him to the dresser. His eyes were hooded, tired but there was a sensual level of alertness there that should worry Jimin. But the omega had always been easily fooled into thinking he had the upper hand with Jungkook.

“Well? What are your orders, kitten?" Jungkook inquired slowly. He was already hard, throbbing with the desire to breed Jimin once more. The omega should've known not to play with fire by calling him ‘daddy’. “I'm waiting," the alpha pressed.

A soft - and obviously irritated - grunt escaped the omega as he took note of Jungkook's calmness. Still, Jimin pressed on. "You're going to bring me and Lana back to Leyte, to stay, within the next mont-,”Jimin was interrupted by a vicious growl. One that imposed itself into the plumpness of Jimin's flesh, rippling until the vibrational patterns settled within his plump pussy.

The growl had been so ferocious, Jimin grip on the blade faltered. And as the blade fell, so did Jungkook's patience. “I was going to wine and dine you, ya know?" The alpha started as he slowly walked over to the bed, with Jimin still tightly wrapped in his arms. “Show you how much I missed you, show you why you'd never have to worry about a single threat," Jungkook continued as he pressed the omega into the mattress’ edge. “But now? Now I'm going to breed you, and save the romance for later."

Simple words. At least the way Jungkook said them had felt simple. As if the alpha’s words were always a new decree, another law. Jimin found himself whimpering as he attempted to escape the strength of Jungkook's arms, and that slow swivel of the alpha's crotch against his own. “Buh…buh… who uh.. wait no, I'm not ready for another Jungkook,” Jimin groaned as the alpha's words finally sank into his brain. "We… we are not ready. We can't even have a decent conversation without…”

Softened words trailed off into silence, into the fade of memory, as Jungkook ignored the omega. Instead the alpha's lips had found Jimin's familiar scent gland. A cursory sniffle revealed that Jimin had used suppressants for the last year, but no birth control. Which left the omega helplessly needy, and vulnerable to a newfound pregnancy. "You smell ready,” Jungkook growled. His teeth lightly nibbled on the scent gland, forcing the omega to experience a full body shudder. “And you won't be taking suppressants ever again. Can't believe I let you get as far as you did."

Scoffs were Jimin's only response. The omega wiggled helplessly underneath Jungkook's form. As if the alpha had grown even stronger in their absence. Even though Jimin was physically active, his form had yet to fully snap back from pregnancy. He still felt the weight of his decision to carry Jungkook's seed to term. “You don't have any say in what I do," Jimin managed to grunt out as he struggled through the slow thrust of Jungkook's hips against his own.

The slick material of the scuba outfit felt deceptively without ridges, yet the sensations of the fabric rubbing against his clitoris was making him cross eyed. A whimper dared to slip out, invoking an amused grunt from Jungkook. “Strumming you so easily, baby. What happened to my little ninja, huh?" The alpha rhetorically inquired with a dark chuckle against Jimin's neck. “And we'll see how much ‘say’ I have soon enough," the alpha hissed as he slowly started to peel his heavy cock free from the scuba outfit.

At the sight and touch of that familiar cock, Jimin shivered. His eyes grew wide as he shook in place, and attempted to scoot away from the hefty appendage. Yet his actions only served to rub the shaft between his own suckling pussy lips, the noise and sensation obscene. “Oh my God, Jungkook stop, st-stop please,” the omega suddenly whimpered. That cock had done too much to his mental health. And he was quickly remembering how much of their relationship went, with Jungkook manhandling him at every opportunity.

"Stop? Are you sure?" Jungkook teasingly asked as he swiveled his hips again, nudging the large head of his cock against the omega's tiny clit. He chuckled whenever the omega whimpered again. “You smell almost heat drunk, and you're asking me to stop? Your body says otherwise, slick enough for me to slip into right now,” the alpha continued. He used one of his hands to grab the base of his cock, then he slapped the heavy appendage meanly on Jimin's pussy until the omega was trembling beneath him.

"Buh.. buh…" that familiar fog had returned. The spell Jimin had grown to love about Jungkook's allure. Jimin felt drunk off of pheromones and domination alone. He hadn't been touched since they parted. A reminder that had him biting his lips nervously. That little - omegan - voice within him whispering of taking a little pleasure. The voice desperately suggested they could simply use the alpha for gratification. “Maybe… maybe just the,” Jimin paused to lock his lips nervously. “Tip."

As expected, Jungkook laughed. A breathy sound that helped their crotches rub together slowly. “Feeling nostalgic? Those were the same words you said our first time," Jungkook growled as he made eye contact with the omega. They both appeared flustered, with a heated blush beneath their very different complexions.

Instead of waiting for the omega to reply again, or perhaps change his mind, Jungkook nudged his cock against Jimin's vaginal passage. A small hand pressed into the skin just above Jungkook's cock, but the alpha ignored it. He simply pressed his hips forward, every so slightly sinking into the pussy that made his blood sing. But their slow reunification was halted by abrupt knocks at their door, followed by a very familiar and annoying voice.

“Jimin?! Jungkook? I know your back, Namjoon is already in the lobby with the rest of us. I bet I know what's taking so long," Taehyung, forever the cockblocker, called through the door with a teasing lilt to his voice. “I can't believe you'd give it up so easily Jimin, no wait I can-," the beta was cut off by the sudden sight of Jungkook opening the hotel door. Dressed in sweats and a shirt he had changed into at a leisure pace.

“Shut up, go get Jimin's suitcase from my car," Jungkook grumbled out as he threw a set of keys at Taehyung's chest. He soon slammed the door shut after. “You got lucky this time, next time I find you like this, you won't be leaving the bed without my seed in you,” the alpha spoke to Jimin as he flopped onto his back on their temporary bed.

A lax pose was then assumed by the alpha. Given that Jungkook curled both his arms behind his head, and allowed his eyes to shut. Jimin could tell the alpha was meditating, or at least resting his eyes after a long night. Still, the sight annoyed him. Since the omega still felt tense, and hungry for the sensation of a bulging knot. Yet he merely huffed, and resettled the large shirt on his smaller frame to cover his naked lower half.

"You have got to stop ripping my underwear,” the omega grunted. But he only received a quirked eyebrow in response, as the alpha kept his eyes closed.

One might've thought Jungkook was on his way to Dreamland, yet that assumption was squashed by the way Jungkook swiftly stood and approached the door once another knock resounded throughout the room. The alpha didn't even thank his little brother for retrieving the suitcase, merely took the luggage and slammed the door in Taehyung's disgruntled face.

“Here, be quick, I want to be in Busan by the afternoon," the alpha urged.

Given that the omega had already showered, Jimin merely rolled his eyes before he opened and dug through his suitcase. Soon he found a pair of his old maternity panties, black leggings, a form hugging black long sleeve shirt, and white converse. As he dressed, he felt eyes on him. But he ignored them in favor of rebraiding his hair into a single - hip length - braid. He had been in the midst of slicking down his baby hairs - sat at the vanity once more - whenever Jungkook approached him from behind in the mirror.

“You have always been so effortlessly delectable," Jungkook murmured as he ran a few fingers along Jimin's brown neck. “Let's go before I ruin your hair," the alpha threatened as he gathered up their stuff into the suitcases, and took both of their luggages in one hand. While the other opened the door for Jimin.

“One thing I don't miss, your need to rush me," Jimin grumbled as he finished his hair, grabbed the baby bag and placed his comb into one of the pockets. “Do you even have a plane ticket for Lana, and I?"

As if the question was useless, unworthy of reply, Jungkook ignored the inquiry. He merely kept a firm hand pressed to the small of Jimin's back. All the way until they reached the lobby. There, they found Taehyung, Hoseok, and Lana sitting on a large couch. Namjoon and Seokjin were nearby, but they were discussing something in furious and hushed whispers. They didn't even stop to acknowledge the pair's arrival.

“Finally, she's been pulling my hair nonstop, asking for her mother,” Taehyung grumbled as he stood up, and swiftly approached Jimin. “But she did eat her entire meal, two blueberry pancakes," the beta continued proudly, clearly happy with his ability to momentarily take care of a child.

Jimin and Lana greeted each other with twin smiles. “Mommy," Lana muttered as she reached for him. He swiftly took her from Taehyung as she dared to continue, “Where nana?” An inquiry that had Jimin looking at Taehyung with an arched eyebrow.

"Hm? I swear she ate, I don't know why she'd want a banana. Chubby must run in the family," Taehyung mumbled, only to be smacked up the head by Jimin, inspiring Lana to laugh. “Hey! And that's not funny missy, I'll remember that."

Jimin hummed with an eye roll, but he knew better than to ignore Lana. ‘Lest she make everyone know of her plight. As he dug in the baby bag for that cup of mashed bananas he kept for her. But his movements were stopped by Jungkook.

“She can eat in the car," Jungkook offered as he gestured for their entourage to make its way out of the hotel. Especially since there was already a collection of people preparing to take Jimin's pictures, which the omega was completely oblivious to. “I'm surprised you were able to deal with the paparazzi on your own."

Only then had Jimin looked around them, a startled expression on his features as he searched for any cameras or flashes. He groaned softly whenever he saw them, behind them in the hotel lobby. “Don't you know you're not supposed to mention their name. It's like they have a six sense," Jimin hissed as he shielded Lana's face discreetly, and quickly followed the group out to the parking lot.

"Mommy, want nanaaaa,” Lana remained with a whine, bordering upon a cry.

Maternal instincts roared at him until he ignored everyone in favor of climbing into the back seat with Lana as soon as they reached Jungkook's rental. He sat her in a carseat that came with the rental, and soon retrieved the bowl with a small spoon. Given that he knew her messy eating track record, he merely fed her the banana sauce himself. Which kept her appeased.

All the while, Jungkook spoke with Namjoon and Hoseok, as Seokjin and Taehyung climbed into their shared rental as well. “The plane has been prepared," Hoseok affirmed in a rather chipper voice. Though he was the only one. Given that Jungkook appeared tired, while Namjoon looked annoyed and stressed. “Our jet landed in Maasin's airport twenty minutes ago. They brought the luxury one, with accommodations for both of you to rest."

That was the end of their discussion before the trio split, and got into their rentals. Most of the car rides were silent, filled with tired tension. And soon they all found themselves on the Jeon airline. Smoothly sailing the skies all the way to Busan.

Like most aspects of the Jeon empire, the jet was luxurious. With ample room to freely walk. With two - well sized - bedrooms that allowed Namjoon and Jungkook to rest easily. Thankfully, Lana had joined her father for a nap as she had become fussy the moment they stepped onto the plane. Currently Seokjin, Taehyung, and Jimin were gathered around a table of chess. Seokjin and Taehyung were playing with a silent - yet playful - vengeance against one another. Until Jimin's abrupt question broke the quiet space.

“So how far along are you?" The shortest omega asked casually. As if merely curious about the weather.

Seokjin's responding scoff sounded angry. As if the taller omega was already over the entire subject. “Nine weeks," the omega grumbled. Just as he moved one of his pieces into a position that would bait out a move from Taehyung. “And you? I'm guessing you're two hours along?" Seokjin asked in a clear effort to shift the topic away from himself.

Taehyung and Jimin shared a look. They both knew Jungkook's face after he'd been cock blocked. Both remember only recently seeing that expression. Consequently, Taehyung decided to bluntly answer for Jimin, “Not yet, but I'd give my brother at least a week. And that's being generous," Taehyung grumbled as he fell for Seokjin's trap.

“I don't plan on getting pregnant again anytime soon, thank you both very much,” Jimin huffed, internally he was curious about Seokjin's vicious efforts to steer clear of the pregnancy discussion.

That time, it was Seokjin who laughed at Jimin's expense. “Lana wasn't exactly planned either. I remember how much you hated being expected to drop out of college to raise her," Seokjin bitterly reminded Jimin. And while the taller omega was correct, Jimin wouldn't have traded Lana for anything.

There was something in the taller omega's tone that didn't sit right with Jimin. A bitterness that shouldn't have been so obvious. But it was clear Seokjin wasn't ready for a baby, he just knew the consequences of not informing Namjoon.

“She is worth everything though, I'd choose her again,” Jimin softly responded from his seat across the aisle.

Seokjin scoffed before inquiring, “But would you choose Jungkook again? Because last I checked, you abandoned him. You abandoned us," the taller omega hissed with more passion that Jimin had been anticipating.

One thing the omega had forgotten to truly consider, were the feelings of everyone that wasn't Jungkook, Lana, or himself. His actions had clearly hurt Seokjin much more than Namjoon, who had readily accepted the omega back. Wide eyed, Jimin took a couple of deep calming breaths before he replied, “I… I… I didn't know you felt like this Jinnie,” Jimin whispered as his arms curled around his own waist.

“Don't-," Seokjin cut himself off. As he had started way more aggressive than he initially intended, if Jimin's heartbroken expression was anything to go by. “Don't call me that. God it's been a year ‘Minie’,” the taller omega stressed the nickname, as if to suggest the name was an insult. "Everyone isn't going to welcome you back with open arms. You meant a lot, to a lot of people. And I understand, Jungkook fucked up, but you left more than just a brooding alpha behind,” Seokjin finished in a huff, as if he had just gotten something off his chest.

Rosy lips had sunk into a deep frown. Long and snooty eyelashes clumped together, aided by tears. A sniffle erupted, but Jimin had very little to say. He knew the taller omega was more than correct. His actions hadn't been well thought out, and he had left behind several responsibilities. Such as the clinic Seokjin and himself had been planning to open. They had become incredibly close in college, especially after the death of Jimin's parents.

Guilt ate at him as he sat there in silence, watching their game of chess continue. That was until Taehyung decided to speak up, “still, I would've ran if I were Jimin." Taehyung had the words so casually. In a leisure fashion. But they felt personal. As if Taehyung was projecting his desires to be away from the life of crime as well.

“Yeah, I bet you would've," Jungkook's voice suddenly resounded from a nearby doorway. He looked much more awake with Lana in his arm, as if the nap had done miracles. “We will be landing soon, strap in," the alpha ordered as he took a seat beside Jimin. He snaked his hand between the omega's warm thighs, closest to Jimin's crotch.

Jimin huffed, wiping his tears before he tried to remove Jungkook's hand with both of his own. The alpha merely gripped Jimin's leggings, as if threatening to rip them. Consequently, the omega sighed angrily as he was forced to allow the intimate grip. “Soon, as in now everyone," Jungkook repeated as he finished strapping Lana and himself in.

They all followed suit, even Namjoon and Hoseok came into the main seating area to buckle in. They remained silent based on the tense atmosphere between them all, each with varied reasons. Lana whimpered as they landed, and throughout much of the experience of getting to Jungkook's familiar SUV. Jimin hadn't been able to calm her with soft hums, and rocking until they reached a familiar and private estate. Just on the outskirts of Busan. The rest of their entourage had split up, with plans to reunite the next day.

“But this is your grandfather's house…” Jimin uttered tiredly.

But he went ignored. Jungkook was already out of the car, retrieving Lana from her car seat even as she fussed slightly. “Come," a simple word that led to Jimin rolling his eyes. He was already growing tired of Jungkook's unwillingness to hold a complete conversation with him. Unless they were alone.

The pair entered the estate with ease. Despite the amount of security patrolling the large home. There were also gardeners, young students of martial arts, and humble priests. All members of the Jeons’ criminal organization. Jimin had learnt that lesson rather quickly. “Look, do we really have to do this? Right now? I'm not even dres-,” Jimin was hushed by a soft squeeze to his hip from the alpha, drawing his attention. “What?"

“Quiet, my grandfather fell ill shortly after you and Lana left," Jungkook ruthlessly informed the omega as he led them into the personal wing of the gigantic home. “Who are you?” The alpha abruptly called out as they entered a rather large bedroom. Jungkook was clearly talking to the woman standing over his father with a syringe in her hand.

A rather young omega with a pale complexion, and shoulder length black hair. She was objectively pretty. Too pretty for the elderly man she appeared to be strangely leaning over with a syringe angled at his IV bag. Jimin suddenly found his arms filled with a whimpering Lana, whom he tried to soothe as her father marched off to speak with the woman. The brown skinned omega quickly found a seat on a nearby couch for them. And he pointedly ignored the glances the strange woman kept throwing at them.

“I am Soo-min, it's nice to finally meet my future grandson in-law,” the young woman casually said as she strangely offered Jungkook her palm, despite his disgruntled expression. “Uhh, right, well this syringe has Gwan-tae’s much needed medicine in it. So if you'll excuse me,” she trailed off as her wrist was abruptly grasped in Jungkook's iron grip.

The alpha's eyes appeared to burn into her soul, gazing at all she had ever seen. “If you think you're going to give him another shot of anything, then you're already dead," Jungkook informed her in a deadly soft voice.

Before the situation could come to full on hostility, a cough erupted from the bed. Followed by a deep, yet shuddering voice. “Jungkook, my grandson. Come, release her.” For the first time since they're reunited, Jimin saw his alpha waiver for a single moment. "She tells the truth, this is my new bride-to-be, Choi Soo-min,” Gwan-tae finished softly. Which shocked the room into silence…