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Absquatulate; a #yoonminau

The phone beeps.

The omega looks over at the device with bated breath. He bites his lower lip into his mouth, reaching for it hesitantly.

'20:30
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵.'

The message reads. He deletes it as protocol. No evidence left.

Jimin looks at her with a small smile, “a lover on the side,” his eyes gleam with mirth, “sounds fun.”

Myung observes Jimin for a quiet moment. Her eyes going from the omega to the alpha, who is looking at Jimin now. She sighs, getting up.

“Tell Jungkook to drive me home.”

---

Jimin leans back against the couch as soon as Myung is out of the apartment. He closes his eyes, trying to blow out the tension coiling in the pit of his stomach.

“So, I will be under observation for these months?” he asks, eyeing the ceiling, “alone?”

No answer comes.

Jimin blows out a breath, “well, I don't have an option. Do I?”

He gets up and starts walking towards the bedroom.

“I will visit,” Yoongi's voice reaches Jimin crystal clear in the silent room, “time to time.”

Jimin smiles to himself. The words hurt somewhere in him.

“Visit time to time,” Jimin tastes those words on his tongue, “while I stay caged every day. Ah, if that's not familiar to me by now.”

He storms away.

-----

Jimin boards the plane with nine guards. He doesn't know any of them. His luggage are neatly packed and carried by two servants who are going with him. He has his medical reports with him. The ones Yoongi's family doctor gave him. There will be doctors on that island for Jimin. It has everything, as much as Taehyung told Jimin.

He will be fine.

Jimin looks at Taehyung, who came to see him off, “take care.”

Taehyung squeezes his hands, “I will come to meet you in a week. I will be right there. More often then you would think is possible. Trust me.”

Jimin doesn't say anything to that. He doesn't want to hope for it.

He looks at the plane in front of him and sucks in a deep breath.

When the plane takes off, Jimin looks through the window. Tears blurring his vision. He feels like he will never come back here again.

There is a voice in his head that says, something will happen to this plane.

Jimin hasn't asked anyone about Yoongi. He didn't even ask Taehyung about the man. He followed Jungkook out of the apartment to here.

Jimin snorts, “𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘.”

Jimin shrugs those thoughts away, forcing himself to fall asleep.

When Jimin lands, it's almost after twelve hours. Jimin feels exhausted. He gets out of the small airport.

Jimin freezes when he sees the black SUV waiting for him. He freezes when he notices the alpha leaning against it. He is wearing a polo shirt and acid-washed jeans. A blue sunglass hides those eyes.

“What...” Jimin fumbles, “you-”

Yoongi stands up properly, “let's go. We are getting late.”

“What are you doing here?” Jimin walks up to the alpha, still a little dazed.

Yoongi opens the door of the car, “I own this island.”

Jimin squints at him, “that doesn't really answer my question.”

Yoongi gestures inside the car, “that's all you are getting. Get in.”

Jimin gets inside the car. He watches Yoongi start it as they leave.

Jimin looks outside. His eyes taking in the greenery on one side and the sea on the other.

“Do you have beaches here?”

Yoongi nods, “it will be at the back of the house. The front faces the road. Beyond the road, is jungle. There are other houses and it's a gated block. Fully secured. Nothing to worry about.”

The house is coloured deep green. Hidden under too many trees. There are a few other, smaller houses on the road, but none of them are too close to one another. It gives a sense of privacy.

Yoongi points at the houses and tells Jimin how they have a hospital. A security posting. Another for the guards' families to stay and everything else as they drive past them.

Jimin follows Yoongi to a room on the first floor. He looks at the view and pauses. He can see the sea on one side of the bed. The wall made bulletproof glass. Yoongi gestures at the binds that Jimin can pull down if he wants.

“This is your room,” Yoongi stands at the threshold.

Jimin swallows, nodding, “it's beautiful.”

Yoongi hums, “this side gives the view of the sunset. If you sleep late, the sun won't disturb you.”

Jimin goes to the balcony, inhaling the fresh air with a small smile. He lets out a sigh. His tension somehow ebbing off.

“I will see you for dinner,” Yoongi pushes off of the doorframe, “until then, settle in.”

Jimin bites back the question about where Yoongi's room is. He is still not used to the alpha being around him for no purpose. He is not used to talking to the alpha like this.

When Yoongi leaves, Jimin realizes one thing. The house is quiet. Too quiet. There is no one in the house. He is all alone. He knows there are guards outside. A few servants will work downstairs. He can ask for them anytime. Yet, it feels like he is stranded. Left here to rot in silence. Too far away to cause any trouble or mess for the alpha.

---

Yoongi leaves the next day.

Jimin doesn't ask him when he will be back. If he will be back. Instead, he listens to the alpha as Yoongi tells him who is on the landline's speed dials. Who he can call for anything, anytime. He nods when Yoongi asks if he got it and then watches Yoongi leave.

Jimin falls into a routine. He gets up late and spends the day following the diet chart the doctor gives him. He eats the dishes the cook prepares for him. He goes on walks by the beach alone. A guard or two following him far behind. He doesn't call anyone. Just talks to Taehyung over text.

Jimin gets the first call from Myung a week later.

“How are you?” the old lady asks with no emotion in her voice.

Jimin sits in the jut swing on his balcony, looking over the sunset, “good.”

She hums, “are you following the diet and everything? How is the morning sickness?”

Jimin answers monotonously. Myung asking a few more questions.

“I am not calling you because I worry,” she clarifies, “you are under the best care-”

Jimin chuckles, “you mean, I am in the best gilded cage you could find.”

Myung sighs, “perspective. I spent my pregnancy in shabby clubs. Trust me, you are doing much better.”

Myung blows out a long breath, “you have to find happiness where you can, Jimin. It is on you to make your life how you want it to be.”

Jimin says nothing to that. He sips the tea he was having. It's almost lukewarm by now.

Myung hums, “I called you to ask you something about the apartment you had here.”

Jimin frowns.

“What about it?”

Myung sounds exhausted, “Jungkook dropped the responsibility on me, so I am asking you. You need to make a list of things you want from this apartment before they renovate it.”

Jimin looks at the setting sun, “renovate it for whom?”

Myung is quiet. Jimin gets it then.

“Oh,” Jimin swallows, “I,” he looks down at his half-empty cup, “I don't really want anything from there. I got my clothes and I owned nothing else in that apartment.”

Myung sighs, “are you sure?”

Jimin gives a jerky nod, “y-yeah. I am sure,” he curses mentally, “halmeoni, I will go now. Bye.”

He cuts the call.

Myung stares at the device in her hand, “halmeoni?”

Yoongi doesn't call him that. He never did. She looks at the apartment she is sitting in. Decorating it because Jungkook asked him to. For an omega Yoongi rescued a few months ago.

She sighs. Knowing why the omega will be staying here from now on.

Myung blows out a breath when she hears Yoongi coming inside the apartment. She schools her expression and stands up. Yoongi looks around the place.

“Anything specific I need to change?” Myung wonders.

Yoongi shrugs, looking around, “no. It looks well enough.”

Myung observes the alpha, “did you sleep with this new omega already?”

Yoongi's surprised eyes snap to her and Myung waits. Yoongi's jaw ticks.

“How is my personal life your business?” Yoongi wonders, “you agreed to Jungkook's offer of helping in this. I didn't even want that.”

“So you have,” she nods to herself, “make sure you don't get this one pregnant too.”

She storms out of the apartment. The thought somewhat bugging her that Yoongi looks so unbothered about everything. She gets inside her car and closes her eyes when the driver starts the car.

She hates how it bothers her how low Jimin sounded. She hates how a voice in her head tells her it's not okay for Jimin to go through this all alone. It's not mentally okay for Jimin to bear it all alone.

Myung shrugs to herself, “what did that stupid omega think will happen? These alphas don't care. They never will.”

---

Hoseok watches Yoongi get out of the car.

“Stay here,” Yoongi says, throwing the coat over his shoulder, “I will be back in an hour or so.”

Hoseok arches a brow, “just an hour?”

Yoongi looks at him, “how long do you go for, hoba?”

Hoseok's lips twitch, “get going already.”

Yoongi walks inside the building. Where the new omega is. Hoseok leans against the seat. Closing his eyes.

-----

He jumps upwards when someone slams a hand over the door of the car before getting inside.

Hoseok looks at Yoongi and back at the watch in the console. It has been more than an hour. He looks at the alpha who is fixing his buttons.

“Took you long enough,” Hoseok starts the car, “home now?”

Yoongi lights a cigarette, looking outside through the window, “home.”

Hoseok notices how Yoongi's jaw stays tense. His eyes sharp and glaring at the passing buildings. He keeps smoking. One after another. Hosoek frowns. Not sure what is going on.

When Yoongi goes for a fourth cigarette, Hoseok stops him.

“Enough for a night,” he plucks the cigarette out of Yoongi's hand, “what's wrong?”

“I couldn't go through with it,” Yoongi murmurs.

Hoseok eyes the ashtray, “you went through three.”

Yoongi shakes his head, “no. I didn't. There's only one there.”

Hoseok looks at the ashtray again, “no, there are three, and you were going for the fourth.”

Yoongi looks at him, frowning, “what-”

Hoseok looks at the ashtray, “there-”

Yoongi flicks his forehead, “that's not what I am talking about, hoba!”

Hoseok winces, “first, oww! Second, ohh! Well,” he clears his throat, “everyone goes through performance problems sometimes. It will be fine. You can try tomorrow-”

Yoongi's glare stops him mid way.

“Ohh,” Hoseok clears his throat, “do you not like this-”

Yoongi waves his hand, “just drop me home.”

Hoseok sighs, “why are you forcing yourself anyway?” he turns the car towards Yoongi's residence, “it has been so long with Jimin. You got habituated-”

“Shut up, hoba,” Yoongi curses, “just drop me home.”

Hoseok drops him home. Yoongi yanks off the tie and drops it on his plush couch. He unbuttons his shirt as he goes to his bedroom.

The omega is beautiful. He has a charming smile. He knows how to talk seductively. Yoongi can still feel those hands on him, taking off his shirt, feeling his chest, his abs...

Yoongi goes to the washroom to take a quick shower. He washes off the omega's scent and feel of those hands on him.

Yoongi feels restless. A familiar feeling by now. He felt this way for too long now. Every time he had to go overseas for too long, he would feel this way. He would cut his travels short to come back and visit that apartment.

His arms flex when he remembers how he would pull that omega to himself. In the circle of his arms. Kiss him until Jimin is breathless, pulling away to look at him with those crystal like eyes. Eyes so full of trust.

Yoongi never understood that trust. Where it came from.

He never understood the mesmerized look in Jimin's eyes whenever he looked at Yoongi. Yoongi is anything but worthy of that. He knows what he is made of, who he is. He is not a man to be looked at with such pure trust and warmth.

Yoongi goes to sit on his bed, combing his fingers through his hair. He feels restless. That many cigarettes won't let him sleep. So, he pours himself a glass of whiskey and sits on the couch by the vast window in his bedroom.

Yoongi plays with his phone, looking at it and back at the pitch black sky. He sighs, dialling the number.

“Good evening, sir!” one of his security heads answer.

“How are things there?” Yoongi sips the whiskey.

Dwan, the guy, nods, “good, sir. Things are quite good.”

Yoongi drums his fingers on the armrest, “did he try to call someone?”

“No, sir,” Dwan sighs, “he keeps to himself. He reads. He goes on walks. Some days he just sits on the beach for hours. He barely talks to anyone here. Forget calling someone.”

Yoongi closes his eyes, “I see.”

“He went for a checkup this morning. I sent you the file, sir,” Dwan informs next, “is there anything else I can do?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “no. I will call again if needed.”

He cuts the call, opening his emails to check the PDF. Yoongi pauses when it opens to another sonogram.

Yoongi reads the reports. Apparently Jimin's morning sickness is intense. He reads about the diet the omega needs to follow. The changes he needs to imply. Yoongi reads the detailed report and frowns when he notices the doctor writing about Jimin fainting twice due to exhaustion.

“What exhaustion?” Yoongi wonders to himself, “he has help. He doesn't have to do anything. Why is he exhausted?”

Yoongi looks at the sonogram. He doesn't touch it. His eyes tracing the glitchy image, and he opts out of the file.

Yoongi dials the next number and lets it ring.

“Hello?”

Yoongi grips the phone, “you fainted twice.”

Jimin is quiet. Yoongi taps his fingers on the armrest.

“Did the doctor disturb you with the report at this hour?” Jimin sounds quiet.

Yoongi frowns, “it was sent to me as per protocol.”

“Oh,” Jimin mumbles.

Yoongi arches a brow, “I asked something.”

Jimin doesn't reply right away. Yoongi frowns, getting impatient.

“I am doing fine, thank you,” Jimin says, “it was just fatigue. Nothing worrisome.”

Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek, “you are eating properly, why are you still having-”

“Can you not call me?” Jimin says out of the blue, sounding desperate as if he just forced himself to blurt it out, “I don't want to talk to you.”

“I am sorry?” Yoongi frowns.

Jimin sighs, “I made myself believe I am on my own now. I am here, in this unknown place, on my own. I am getting used to being alone. It's actually good because I will be on my own from here on. So, I am not complaining. It's just that, let me have this. I don't want you to call me and break this routine I am building for myself. I don't want to talk to you. We don't have to. Ever again. Why are you doing this anyway? You replaced me. It was easy, obviously. I am erasing you from my life too. Just let me. Let's not do this. Let's not mess things up like this.”

“I will be planted in a different country after I give birth. The doctor said, I will give birth here too. So, I don't see why you need to even bother to call me or ask. If something goes wrong, your guards can get rid of our traces, and you don't have to bother at all. Yeah?”

“We never have to cross paths again, sir,” Jimin chuckles, “I know, you will never come back here. You don't have any reason to. I also know, I won't ever go back to that country. So, you don't really have to waste your time on me like this. I am already taking so much from you. I don't want to burden you further. Thank you for calling, sir. You don't have to do it again. We will be fine.”

Jimin cuts the call.

Jimin puts the phone down with trembling hands. His emotions seeping out of him that he was trying so hard to hold back. He lies down on his bed. He hasn't made a nest. His scent thick in the air of the room. No one else's.

Jimin turns to look at the sea. He doesn't cry. He doesn't want to anymore. He has accepted his fate.

Jimin eats dinner alone. The servant standing at the farthest corner of the room. Ready to serve him anything he wants. Jimin doesn't ask for refills. He eats everything on his plate and goes back to his room to sleep.

He next day goes the same, following the same routine.

The next evening, Jimin is doing yoga when the doorbell rings.

Jimin frowns, looking at the door of the gym before he grabs his towel and wipes his sweat. He puts on the robe over his tank-top and yoga pants before walking out of the gym. He freezes when he sees one of the servants opening the door.

Yoongi walks in. Two guards following him with his luggage.

=== Absquatulate ===

“What are you doing here?” Jimin grips the towel in his hands a little tight, “wha-”

Yoongi points at a room on the first floor, “there.”

The guards bow before going upstairs. Yoongi looks at Jimin then.

“I told you I will visit.”

Jimin grips the towel, “I told you not to!”

Yoongi walks up to him leisurely, “maybe you forgot, I give the orders.”

Jimin inhales the alpha's scent and the familiar ache comes barrelling back. He kind of forced himself to forget how the alpha smells. Made his nest with his own clothes so the pups also know, there is no one else.

He feels the frustration build, and before he snaps, he is turning on his bare feet and running up the stairs.

He slams the door of his bedroom, locking it properly. Jimin lies down on the bed, curling in on himself.

“Ignore him,” Jimin tells himself, “he will leave soon, anyway.”

He doesn't get out of the room. After showering, Jimin sits on the swing to read. He doesn't go downstairs till he has to have dinner.

He pauses when he sees Yoongi sitting at the top of the table. Jimin sits across from him. Yoongi looks up from his phone, Jimin looks away.

The servers silently plate their food. Jimin digs in. He is too hungry to wait for formalities. He sits on the chair, cross-legged, and starts taking big bites of the meal.

“More rice?”

Jimin looks up at the server and nods. His eyes accidentally finding the alpha across from him.

Yoongi has his chopsticks in his hold. He is chewing his food slowly with his chin resting on his wrist. His observant eyes on Jimin.

Jimin feels the way the hair on his nape stand up because of that heavy gaze. He looks down at his plate. Suddenly feeling awkward.

“What?” Jimin whispers, “what's wrong?”

Yoongi shrugs, his expression not changing a bit, “never saw you this casual before.”

Jimin looks at himself. He breathes out and looks back at the alpha.

“You only saw me during the galas I would go with you,” Jimin shrugs, “when did you ever stay in the apartment anyway?”

Yoongi's eyes intensify on him. Jimin grips the chopsticks.

“Is that a complaint?” Yoongi arches a brow.

Jimin bites his lower lip, focusing on his food, “does that matter?”

Yoongi takes a bite of his food and hums, “that didn't sound like an answer.”

Jimin gulps a mouthful of rice, “I wasn't answering you anyway.”

Jimin eats when Yoongi doesn't question him further. He gobbles down the food and eyes the kitchen.

“You need anything else, sir?” the server asks.

Jimin licks his lip, “do you have the broth?”

The server nods, “yes, sir. I'll bring it.”

Jimin finishes another bowl of it. A little surprised himself. When was the last time he ate like this?

He looks at the alpha, who is already done with the food. The plates are cleared from his side. He is still sitting, leaning back against the chair.

Jimin wipes his mouth, hesitating. He is not sure if he should say something or not.

“Join me for a walk.”

Jimin blinks, “huh?”

Yoongi gets up from the table, “a walk. You need to walk after dinner.”

Jimin stares. Not sure what the alpha is saying.

“With you?” Jimin stands up, gripping the edge of the table.

Yoongi nods, “yes. Is there a problem?”

Jimin nods, “why are you doing all this?”

Yoongi pushes his hands into the pockets of his jogger. He shrugs.

“You should walk after dinner,” the man gestures at the door, “I will wait outside. Wear a jacket. It's breezy outside.”

---

That's how Jimin finds himself at the beach. With the alpha beside him.

He hugs himself. The ocean breeze is not too strong. Yet, it's somewhat cold. Jimin wraps the jacket around him and looks at the sea. The tides are roaring as they come and go. Jimin wants to walk up to the tides and stand. Feel the waves at his feet.

He stops. He can do it.

“What are you-” Yoongi curses when Jimin takes off his slippers and hurries towards the ocean, “hey!”

Jimin ignores the alpha. He steps onto the damp sand and hurries to stand where the waves keep coming. A smile adorns his lips when the waves touch his feet.

He wasn't allowed to come here at night. The guards didn't want to take chances and felt too lazy to accompany him. They made excuses to keep him at bay.

With Yoongi, they can't do that. They are far away from the two, but they are following them.

Jimin looks at the sea, breathing in deeply. He looks down at his feet. How the waves are pulling the sand with them. A weird sensation left under Jimin's feet.

Jimin frowns when he sees the seashells. Some are half buried in the sand. Two are right by his side. He picks them up, looking at them with a smile.

“You will catch cold,” Yoongi says from a distance, “the water is freezing.”

Jimin sighs, pocketing the seashells, “yeah, yeah.”

Jimin turns on his feet, “let's go.”

He doesn't notice the wave coming from behind. The tide too heavy. It comes silently to crash against Jimin with force. Jimin goes lurching, unsteady on his feet because of the sand moving under his feet. He closes his eyes in reflex, knowing he is about to fall and scrape his knees or hit the stones on the beach.

He falls against a strong chest. Two arms grasping his waist to pull him closer. Jimin sucks in a breath out of shock. The alpha's scent invading his senses. Yoongi sighs audibly against him.

“Told you to be careful,” Yoongi whispers, “are you okay?”

Jimin is not sure.

He pulls back to look at the alpha's face. Yoongi is too close to him. Jimin feels the alpha's hands resting on his hips.

Jimin's eyes roam over Yoongi's face. The soft glow of the moonlight making Yoongi look paler. Softer. Those eyes hold something tender that Jimin knows he is imagining.

“Why are you here?” Jimin whispers, desperate, “why did you come back?”

Yoongi's arms flex, his hold tightening on Jimin for a second, “couldn't let you get lost with the waves.”

Jimin sucks in a breath. The words ring in his ears. He tries to find the mirth in Yoongi's eyes. To see what sick joke the alpha is playing.

Those eyes hold nothing but honesty. It makes no sense to him.

“I don't understand,” Jimin takes a hold of Yoongi's shirt, “I don't get it.”

Yoongi shrugs, his hand carefully tucking a strand of hair behind Jimin's ear, “I promised your safety. I am here to keep the promise.”

Jimin swallows, “are you accepting the pups?”

Yoongi freezes.

His eyes flicker from Jimin's face to his stomach. Jimin watches, hope crashing like waves in against his ribcage.

Yoongi steps back, looking away, “they are yours.”

Jimin feels the waves crack his ribcage, spilling out painfully. He swallows, nodding.

He smiles to himself, “sorry. I shouldn't have asked that.”

Jimin blinks back the burn in his eyes. He looks at the distance where he can see the house.

“Let's go back,” Jimin mumbles, “I am tired.”

Yoongi reaches to take a hold of Jimin's wrist, “hey.”

Jimin doesn't fight when the alpha comes to stand in front of him. His hand holding Jimin's wrist.

Yoongi breathes out deeply, “it's for the best.”

“They won't be safe with my name attached to them,” Yoongi murmurs, “this life,” he grimaces, “has no security. I can't get out of this, and I refuse to bring anyone else in it. My family ends with me. I promised that to myself.”

Jimin nods, “okay. Fine. I get it. Let's go.”

Yoongi curses, combing a frustrated hand through his hair, “what do you want me to say?”

“I want you to understand,” Jimin snaps, “I want you to understand that you accept it or not, they are yours! Others will know! I won't tell anyone. You won't, either. But, truth will come out some day. If you really cared, you would step up to protect them. You simply don't!”

Jimin grips the alpha's shirt in a frustrated hold, “you accept it or not,” he takes Yoongi's left hand and puts it on his stomach, “they are yours. Your denial doesn't change the truth.”

Yoongi flinches, pulling his hand back as if burnt, “I am doing what's best for you three.”

Jimin scoffs, “you are doing what saves your face. You are doing what keeps you out of this responsibility. You agreed to marry someone, as halmeoni said. You just don't want your pups to come from a whor-”

“Shut up,” Yoongi says in a barely containing rage, “you don't know anything!”

“Then enlighten me!” Jimin throws his hands up in frustration, “tell me! Yes, I don't know. Tell me-”

“What do you expect anyway?” Yoongi wonders, scoffs, “for us to fall madly in love with each other? For you to stick by my side when I beg you to leave because one of my enemies found my whereabouts, and they are coming to kill me? What do you want? To die with me, bleed out on the floor with my pups but yay, it's a happy ending because we are together? Is that it?!”

Yoongi shakes his head, a sneering smile on his lips, “I can't love you. I fell in love once. I walked her down the aisle to my brother. I couldn't save her when they both were shot dead in their house. I lost everything that night with her. My love, my heart, myself. I have nothing to offer you or anyone else!”

“I didn't want any of these,” Yoongi waves a flippant hand around them, “it was my elder brother's duty for the family. All his. That bastard left with her like the star-crossed lovers they were. I got dumped with his responsibilities. I was sucked into this damn life I didn't choose. I refuse to add more layers to this life. You get it? I am not the 'home' you are trying to make me. Yeah?”

“Find someone who is interested,” Yoongi looks away, glaring at the sea, “you will. It will be a better life. I can't choose for you but I can choose for myself. I am sorry but I don't want to be a part of this life you chose. I told you to abort-”

Jimin sighs, “let's go home.”

=== Absquatulate ===

Jimin doesn't wait to check if Yoongi is following him or not. He doesn't look back at the alpha. He goes straight to the outdoor washroom to wash his feet before going inside. He goes straight to his room, locking the door and turning off the lights before going to bed.

Jimin pulls the blanket up till his chin and closes his eyes. Yoongi's words ringing in his ears.

He never even imagined a future with the alpha. In any way romantic. He simply doesn't believe in such delusion. He knows his place. He just wanted the pups to have Yoongi.

Now that he knows what Yoongi told him, Jimin lost all hope. He looks at the ceiling, the moonlight reflecting on the sea and lighting up his room dimly. Jimin has too many thoughts swirling in his mind.

He knew about this brother. Encountered in his home with his pregnant wife.

Jimin remembers reading how the younger Min took over the family business at a very young age.

Jimin blows out a breath. He closes his eyes. His hands resting on his stomach.

“So, we are definitely alone,” Jimin murmurs, nodding to himself, “no one to lean onto, kids.”

Jimin feels sorry for Yoongi. If not anything, no one deserves to witness such a terrible conclusion of their loved ones. He looks at the sea through his window, turning on that side to curl up on himself.

“I wish you heal,” Jimin whispers, hugging a pillow, “some day.”

“No one deserves what happened to you,” Jimin swallows, “no one deserves the hurt it must have caused. I wish you peace, sir,” he closes his eyes, “and happiness.”

---

Yoongi frowns when his phone rings. He looks at the screen. It's past three in the morning.

“It's past three in the morning here,” Yoongi greets Hoseok, “are you out of your mind-”

“We found out something you would like to know,” Hoseok sounds tensed, “something important.”

Yoongi yawns, “it couldn't wait?”

“It's about your brother and her,” Hoseok murmurs.

Yoongi feels the sleep fly out of his eyes. It has been years. They are still trying to find who did that. They are still running after false clues, finding nothing.

Yoongi hasn't given up. He never will.

“What about it?” Yoongi sits up on the bed, “what did you find?”

“The Parks did it,” Hoseok sighs, “Namjoon's spy was right. That information is valid.”

Yoongi feels the way his every muscle goes taut. How a fire lights in his heart all over again. His arms flex with the raw need to strangle someone.

“That's not the main news,” Hoseok says.

“What is it?” Yoongi seethes silently, “tell me.”

Hoseok blows out a breath, “Mr. Park had a son. He gave the pup up to an orphanage for safekeeping. After the birth of that son, he made sure to keep him in the orphanage. Made sure no one gets to adopt him or take him away.”

“That's his only heir,” Hoseok sighs, “we found the files. We saw the cheques he wrote to that orphanage to keep the son safe and wel-”

“Kill him,” Yoongi hisses, glaring at the wall in front of him, “find that heir and kill him.”

Hoseok swallows audibly, “it's Jimin.”

Yoongi hears the word, “yeah, so kill Jimin-”

Then the name registers in his brain. His eyes widen. For a second, Yoongi feels nothing. Too shocked to do anything. Then everything comes rushing back to him. At once.

The flashbacks of watching her bleed out on the floor...

tw// — description of violence, blood, injury

His brother coughing blood, his hand pressed on his stomach where the bullets hit him. His hand desperately pointing at her.

Her wide, fearful eyes so full of despair. Her begging Yoongi to save her pups at least.

“Why didn't he come to save his son that night?” Yoongi asks, confused, “when we found Jimin, where was his father?”

“He was there,” Hoseok curses, “remember, you thought they were there to steal the goods? Apparently, they were there to save Jimin.”

Yoongi stands up, “then...”

“Why didn't he try after that?” Yoongi starts to walk back and forth, “why-”

“You took him in,” Hosoek reasons, “Mr. Park got cautious. He didn't want to rise suspicion.”

Yoongi scoffs, “so, he was okay that his son was getting laid with me? Really?”

Hoseok curses, “Yoongi...”

“He was safe,” Hoseok chews out, “that's the silver lining Mr. Park probably took. I don't know. I am not him.”

Yoongi freezes, “or, maybe, he wanted his son to come to me.”

Hoseok frowns, “huh?”

Yoongi's jaw ticks, everything falling into its right place, “he planned this.”

“He planned what?” Hoseok makes a face, “I don't get it.”

Yoongi nods, “this. All of this. Jimin meeting me. Him getting pregnant, because, let's be honest, how did that even happen? We took every protection possible! It makes no sense!”

“You make no sense,” Hoseok frowns.

“I make complete sense,” Yoongi glares at the door, “he thought, if his son carries my pups, I will get weak for him. I will spare the son's life, at least. Can't you see it?”

Hoseok stays quiet. In his mind, Yoongi makes sense. Hoseok shivers at the thought of Jimin's fate now.

“I think, you should talk to Jimin,” Hoseok tries, “sit down and talk-”

“Yes, because he would confess everything,” Yoongi scoffs, “he will agree that he was doing all this because his father said it. Of course. Brilliant plan, Hoba.”

Hoseok grimaces, “then, now what?”

Yoongi shrugs, “well, he dies.”

“He is carrying your pups,” Hoseok goes alert, “Yoongi, don't do something stupid. I am telling you-”

“It's a full circle, hoba,” Yoongi walks towards the door, “I saw her bleed out on the floor with the pups. Mr. Park experiences the same.”

“No, no, no!” Hosoek shouts through the phone, “Yoongi! You hear me? Don't do something drastic. We need to talk this one out! We can't. Come on. We don't know how many of his men are in our circle. We need to find out more-”

Yoongi cuts the call. He will do all that later.

He walks down the hallway to the last room where Jimin is. The door is locked from the inside. Yoongi pulls out the master keys of the house that he always carries. He opens the door discreetly before walking inside.

He looks at the omega sleeping soundly on the bed.

The moonlight casting a soft glow on his face as he sleeps. The blanket wrapped neatly around him.

Yoongi walks up to the omega. In his pocket, the gun feels too heavy. He stands at the edge of the bed, hand gripping the gun in his pocket. His eyes roam over that sleeping face.

Yoongi pulls the gun out, pointing it at Jimin's face. His gun has a silencer. No one would hear anything. Jimin won't even have the chance to open his eyes.

Yoongi watches the omega, “she was awake. She saw her death coming. She went through that fright. You should, too.”

Yoongi pokes Jimin's cheek with the gun, “wake up.”

Jimin frowns, squirming on the bed. Yoongi traces the jaw with the gun mindlessly. His mind racing back to that night. Those images flashing across his eyes.

“Wake up,” he roars.

Jimin flinches, blinking awake, “wh-”

Those disoriented eyes take a quick look around the room until finding Yoongi and the gun.

Jimin gapes, freezing, “what...”

Yoongi smirks, “did I disturb?”

Jimin comes up on his elbows, “wh...what are you doing?”

Yoongi waves the gun, “can't you see?” he smiles, “Park?”

Jimin's frown deepens, “who?”

That expression and that one word sets fire on Yoongi. He points the gun, glaring at Jimin.

“Don't fucking act with me,” Yoongi seethes, “don't even try-”

Jimin looks at the gun and back at Yoongi, “you are here to kill me? Is this why you came?”

Yoongi laughs, “yeah. Maybe, that's why fate brought me here.”

Jimin sits there. Flabbergasted. His eyes moving from the gun to the alpha in front of him. Jimin tries to make sense of what is going on, and yet nothing makes sense.

“Go on,” Yoongi gestures, “beg for your life.”

“Beg like she did,” Yoongi thunders, “beg for your life and the pups' lives! Be desperate. Come on! Cry for mercy-”

Jimin smiles, a hopeless laugh escaping his lips, “go on.”

Yoongi pauses, “what?”

Jimin gestures, “go on. I won't stop you. I can't stop you. I am stuck here.”

“Even if I manage to escape you, where would I go?” Jimin reasons, “you own this entire island. I will be caught right away. The hassle isn't worth it. So, go on.”

Yoongi smiles, “you are smart. Judging by you are a Park, I expect that of you.”

Jimin says nothing to that.

“𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼𝑓 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑛.”

Jimin thinks. He sits, eyes on the alpha.

He steadies himself, “I'm glad it's you.”

“Didn't trust those wrinkly, old men with my corpse even,” Jimin chuckles.

Yoongi doesn't pull the trigger. He wants Jimin to beg for his life. He wants Jimin to be terrified, like everyone gets in front of a barrel of a gun.

He watches Jimin cover his stomach instinctively...

The sound of a gun fire echoes in the room. Yoongi flinches. A sharp pain shooting through his shoulder. He doubles over, falling on the bed.

Jimin shrieks, “Yoongi!”

Yoongi looks over his shoulder, writhing with pain, “wh-”

Namjoon stands at the door, “get away from him.”

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=== Absquatulate ===

“I said,” Namjoon grips the gun with one hand, his other hand supporting, “get away from him!”

Yoongi knows there's a bullet lodged in his shoulder. The pain is blinding as blood seeps out. Yet, he can't move. All he can do is stare at Namjoon in utter disbelief.

“You are,” Yoongi hisses, standing up while gripping his shoulder, “you are working for Parks?!”

Namjoon nods, glare fixed on Yoongi, “I am working to protect Jimin. Stay the hell away from him!”

“What is going on?!” Jimin demands, standing up on the bed, “you are bleeding!

Yoongi recovers from the shock when anger replaces it. The betrayal making his adrenaline run fast in him.

He reaches to grab Jimin and yank him closer.

Jimin stumbles, falling against Yoongi's chest with a cry.

Yoongi presses the gun against his temple, glaring at Namjoon.

“Take a step closer, and he dies,” Yoongi growls.

Namjoon smirks, “you die too. If I can't save him, I will make sure you are not saved either. Let him go. He knows nothing!”

Jimin squirms in Yoongi's hold, “you are bleeding. There's a bullet-”

“Shut up,” Yoongi curses, “now!”

Yoongi watches how Namjoon's eyes keep flickering to Jimin. Yoongi wraps his right arm around Jimin's waist, keeping the gun at his temple with his left. The shoulder screams in pain, but Yoongi ignores it.

“How will you get out anyway?” he wonders, “you are trapped, Namjoon.”

“Let him go, Yoongi,” Namjoon's eyes start to turn crimson, “let him go. He knows nothing, he-”

“You love him,” Yoongi's lips twitch, “oh, you are in love with him.”

Jimin stills in Yoongi's hold, and Namjoon's eyes turn blood-red.

“I do,” Namjoon nods, “always have!”

“I will do anything to make sure he is fine,” Namjoon shrugs, “I can shoot you right in the face-”

Jimin screams when Namjoon lurches backwards. Yoongi's bullet hitting him on the thigh. Namjoon hits the wall, the gun falls on the floor. Yoongi kicks it away from Namjoon.

Jimin stumbles, dropping on his hands and knees. Yoongi takes a long step to reach Namjoon's gun and pick it up. He stands in front of the door, both the guns in his hands. One pointed at Namjoon, another at Jimin.

“Now, love birds,” Yoongi smirks in fury, “stay where you are.”

Jimin sits on his knees, still as dumbfounded as he was at the start. Namjoon sits where he landed. His face crumbling in pain and yet his glare stay fixed on Yoongi.

“Now,” Yoongi looks at Namjoon, “tell me how you were planning to escape?”

Namjoon shrugs, “I wasn't.”

“Elaborate!” Yoongi thunders.

Namjoon sighs, breathing heavy, “you were not supposed to find out. I came here to see him,” he looks at Jimin, face contorting, “I wanted to see how he is doing. I had your phone taped. When you were talking to Hoba, I heard it all and came here.”

“So, you two lovers didn't get to spend time yet, huh?” Yoongi wonders, “what were you going to do anyway? After killing me? How would you get out of here?”

“I would,” Namjoon says with conviction, eyes burning with hate, “I would find a way! I would take him somewhere good.”

“Where he can be himself,” Namjoon swallows the clog in his throat while looking at Jimin, “and, I can make sure no one else ever touches him,” he glares at Yoongi, “ever.”

Yoongi arches a brow, a twisted smirk on his lips.

“Can someone explain what is going on?” Jimin asks.

Yoongi scoffs, “drop the act. You both are exposed. How about you call your daddy dearest-”

“I am an orphan,” Jimin stares, “what are you talking about?”

Cold fury runs down Yoongi's spine. He marches up to Jimin, and Namjoon gets on his feet with a hiss.

“Stay away from him!”

Yoongi matches the glare, “move aside if you really want to live.”

Namjoon shakes his head, “I would rather die than see you hurt him. Don't you dare-”

“The pups are yours, aren't they?” Yoongi jeers, “you fucked up the results. The pups-”

Namjoon shrugs, “yeah, they are. So?”

“No, they are not!” Jimin screams, stepping away, “they are not! Don't you dare drag them into this mess. I am not understanding anything, but they are not yours!”

Yoongi smiles, “god, you are still keeping up the act-”

“I am not,” Jimin reaches to grip Yoongi's bicep.

“Calm down,” Jimin grasps the side of Yoongi's face, “please, calm down. This is a huge misunderstanding. I don't know what is going on-”

Yoongi looks at the omega, “you wanted me to shoot you right away. Now you want to talk. Why? You want to save your lover now?”

Yoongi eyes the hand on his cheek, “you either have a death wish or you are simply stupid. Take your hands off of me.”

Jimin shakes his head, forcing Yoongi to turn to him, “just, first, calm down. We can talk this out-”

Yoongi cries out when Namjoon hits him from the back.

Yoongi goes barrelling on the ground and Namjoon sits on his back. He punches Yoongi right where the bullet is lodged, pulling a scream out of the alpha.

“Hyung!” Jimin grasps Namjoon's shirt, “don't! Oh, god, no-”

“Jimin, go!” Namjoon orders, “go downstairs and wait for me!”

He reaches for the gun on the floor, “shit, Yoongi, I didn't want to do this. I didn't really want to do this.”

Namjoon fixes the gun before aiming at Yoongi's head. Yoongi is looking at him over his shoulder, twisting and trying to get away.

“I am sorry,” Namjoon shrugs.

“No, don't!” Jimin grabs Namjoon's hand, trying to pull him off of Yoongi, “hyung, don't! Please, no!”

Namjoon shakes his head, “he won't let you live, Jimin. Don't be stupid. He will kill you!”

“Hyung, no,” Jimin sobs, trembling, “please, no. Don't do this. Please.”

Yoongi manages to twist under Namjoon so he is facing the ceiling now. He readies himself to punch Namjoon between the legs when he hears the gun fire.

Then he hears the ear-splitting scream. Jimin doubles over, falling on the ground.

For a second, Yoongi's heart stops beating.

Yoongi watches Namjoon gape at the omega. His gun falling from his trembling hand.

Yoongi squirms out of Namjoon's hold and rushes to the omega. Jimin is curled in on himself. His left hand cradled to his chest. The bullet went through his palm.

Yoongi grabs the hand…

Jimin cries out, “hurts!”

Yoongi notices how the omega is trembling. His pulse running too fast in Yoongi's hold. His hand too cold. Yoongi reaches blindly for a scarf on the bed that Jimin used for nesting and wraps it tightly around Jimin's palm. Jimin cries in pain.

Namjoon sits there, immobile. His eyes following whatever Yoongi is doing. He looks like he is in shock.

Yoongi glares, “snap out of it!” he pulls Jimin up to himself, “go and fucking call the doctor! Don't sit there like he died!”

Namjoon blinks, coming back to his senses.

“I didn't mean to pull the trigger, Jimin,” Namjoon whimpers, tears rolling down his eyes, “I really didn't. You were pulling my hand, my finger slipped-”

Jimin flinches when Namjoon's hand reaches for him. He turns to hide his face against Yoongi's throat with a low whimper.

Yoongi looks down at the omega. Jimin's entire body shakes with nerves. His bloodied hand clutched to his chest. His tears soak a spot on Yoongi's shirt. Where the omega is plastered against him.

Yoongi can smell the distress on the omega and it's like their first meeting again.

“Call the doctor,” Yoongi commands Namjoon, “right now!”

Namjoon sniffles, eyes stuck on Jimin who keeps squirming up to Yoongi. He calls the doctor from his phone, eyes never leaving Jimin.

Yoongi's arm flexes, his muscles taut, when he wraps his arm around Jimin.

--

Jimin feels exhausted. Something hammering in his head. He doesn't understand what is going on. He doesn't understand why is everything happening and the unbearable pain in his palm makes his omega terrified. He clings onto the scent his brain associates with 'home.'

Yoongi.

He can see the gun in Yoongi's hand, and yet he can't bring himself to pull away. He can't bring himself to turn away from the warmth of the alpha's body. His scent that Yoongi hides under scent-blockers.

Jimin buries his face against Yoongi's throat, “it hurts...”

Yoongi sighs, “a bullet went through your palm. Of course, it hurts,” he looks down at Jimin when Jimin looks up with a glare, “don't glare at me. It wasn't me.”

Jimin snorts, a hopeless smile on his lips, “instead of calling the doctor, just pull the trigger. End this for me.”

Yoongi looks at him and back at Namjoon who is still staring at Jimin's bleeding hand with hawk-like eyes.

Yoongi breathes in, “don't push it. I really want to-”

“Do it,” Jimin glares, tears glimmering in his eyes, “you saved my life once. You take it. I won't let anyone else.”

“Go on,” Jimin seethes, “go on,” tears trail down his cheeks, “if this is your justice, go on. I refuse to die in his hand or anyone else's hand. You get to do it. Go on, kill me. Your pups,” he grips Yoongi's shirt, “they are yours. So, go on. Do the honour, dada.”

Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, looking at Namjoon, “where is the doctor?” he snaps, “go and find him!”

Namjoon goes to stand up, hissing in pain.

Jimin shakes his head, “don't snap at him! He is injured too!” he grimaces, “only if you two knot-heads could hold your horses!”

Yoongi goes to say something, but the doctor comes in with a few of Yoongi's men. They help Jimin on the bed and the doctor comes to kneel in front of Yoongi to check his wound.

“Check him first!” Yoongi snaps, pointing at Jimin who lies down, “I am fine! For fuck's sake!”

When Namjoon and Jimin look at him, Yoongi glares at the two of them.

“I need him alive for interrogation!” Yoongi gestures, letting a nurse check on him, “that's all!”

Namjoon rolls his eyes, looking at Jimin as another nurse starts to look at his wound.

-----

“Are you out of your damn mind?!”

Yoongi sighs, sipping his coffee, “good to see you too, Hoba.”

Hoseok marches up to Yoongi to grab him by the collars, “if you killed Namjoon, I would-”

“He loves Jimin,” Yoongi looks at the alpha, “you got no chance with him.”

“I know that,” Hoseok pulls away, looking away, “I already know that. I just,” he sighs, “god, Yoongi, were you going to kill Jimin? I took the first flight I could find after our call. Where are they?”

Yoongi shrugs, “resting. Both are locked up in different rooms.”

“What now?” Hoseok whispers, “what are you going to do? If you kill Jimin, there will be consequences. Mr. Park won't sit and watch.”

Yoongi's jaw ticks, “Jimin got shot while saving me.”

Hoseok blinks, “huh?”

Yoongi nods, “he is too shaken to register it. I did. I saw.”

“Namjoon was about to shoot me,” Yoongi swallows the bitter liquid, “he grabbed Namjoon's hand and tried to pull him away,” Yoongi squints at the horizon, “it hit him in the palm. It could have easily went through his body…” the thought twists something in Yoongi, “his stomach.”

“Should have,” Hoseok voices.

Yoongi's eyes snap to the alpha, and Hoseok is stretching his arms over his head with a flippant expression.

“Should have killed him, or the pups,” he yawns, “problem solved.”

Yoongi grips the mug in his hand. Hoseok doesn't miss the action.

A small smile crosses Hoseok's lips, he clears his throat to compose himself, “should have gone through him. Should have injured him beyond saving-”

Yoongi turns on his heels, “I will see which room you can stay in-”

“Why can't you be honest to yourself?” Hoseok calls him.

“You wouldn't be able to kill him,” Hoseok comes to stand in front of Yoongi again, giving him a small smile, “you can't. Just accept it. Just accept you care. Just a tiny bit. You do. It's okay. It has been ages. You can find someone-”

“Shut up, hoba,” Yoongi hisses, “stop it!”

=== Absquatulate ===

“What are you planning?” Hoseok asks on their way to Jimin's room, “what do you want now?”

“I want him safe and healthy,” Yoongi snaps, following behind the doctor, “so, I can use him as a bait to lure his father in.”

Hoseok looks at him with pure disappointment, “really?”

“Don't give me that look,” Yoongi glares at Hoseok, “what else were you expecting?”

Hoseok clicks his tongue, “exactly, what else was I expecting?”

Yoongi doesn't ask Hosoek anything more because they are walking inside the omega's room. Yoongi looks at the empty bed.

His eyes snap to the balcony which is empty too. Yoongi curses, already reaching for the gun strapped against his chest.

“Where is he?” Yoongi roars, looking at the guards in front of the door, “I told you all-”

The door of the washroom opens and Jimin walks out. Hoseok snorts.

“Damn, you under-reacted there, shoot the walls or something for impact,” Hoseok murmurs under his breath.

Yoongi's hand hovers over the gun strapped to his chest. Jimin looks up with confusion, his eyes skimming over every face before pausing on Yoongi.

“The door was closed, was it not?” Jimin wonders in a tired voice, addressing Yoongi.

Yoongi frowns, “yeah...?”

Jimin gestures, “did you knock before barging inside?”

Hoseok clears his throat. Yoongi stares. Not sure if Jimin is kidding or he really means it.

“Excuse me?”

“No, he didn't knock,” Hoseok supplies, “he just walked right in.”

Yoongi doesn't spare Hoseok a glance. Not when Jimin is looking at him with that displeased yet vacant eyes.

“What if I was changing?” Jimin wonders.

Yoongi blinks, trying to understand what to say, “huh?”

“What if I was changing?” Jimin repeats, rubbing the towel on the back of his neck, “you can't just walk in-”

“Why would you change here, you have a literal walk-in-closet?!” Yoongi points at that door.

Jimin shrugs, “it was an example. Go out and come back after knocking.”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi grits his teeth.

The doctor, the two nurses and his guards outside are listening in. He glares at the omega who looks at him with those tired eyes again.

Hoseok turns on his feet, “let's go-”

“Did I tell you to move?” Yoongi snaps at Hosoek, “stay still!”

Jimin shrugs, “you either do as I say, or-”

“Are you threatening me?” Yoongi takes a step forward, glowering, “are you forgetting-”

“You need me to be okay,” Jimin sits at the edge of the bed, “for your plan or whatever it is. So, I am telling you. Learn manners. Go now.”

Yoongi grits his teeth, walking up to the omega to hover over him, “if you are under any delusion that you are going to command me now, you are losing your mind. I need you alive. I don't really care in which state.”

Jimin watches him, “well, I need you out of my room for now.”

Yoongi reaches for Jimin and Hoseok leaps forward to grab his elbow to pull him back.

“Let's not waste time,” he almost drags Yoongi out of the room, the others following.

Yoongi jerks himself free, “what does he think of himself?!”

Hoseok knocks on the door, “may we come in?”

Yoongi gapes, “'may' we come in?!”

Hoseok winces, “can you, like, chill?”

Yoongi gestures, “chill? Really?!”

He pushes Hoseok away to grab the knob of the door.

“Wait a second,” Jimin says from the inside, “let me change first.”

Yoongi pauses.

“Let's go?” Hoseok nudges him.

Yoongi's jaw hardens as he waits. His eyes boring holes on the door.

Hoseok nudges him again, “what happened? Let's go?”

Yoongi closes his eyes, breathing through his mouth as he hisses, “don't push it, hoba.”

They wait almost five minutes before Jimin calls them inside.

Yoongi frowns when he notices Jimin wearing the same clothes. He looks around and glares at the omega.

“You are wearing the same clothes.”

Jimin gives a non-committal shrug, “I decided against changing.”

Yoongi digs his feet into the soles of his shoes to not lurch forward.

The doctor and the nurses get to work. Yoongi breathes in and out, watching them work instead. They ask Jimin to lean back against the backrest.

“We will check on the babies-”

Jimin stops the doctor, “I want to talk to you about something. In private.”

“No,” Yoongi snaps.

Jimin looks at him, “yes. I get to talk to my doctor is private. This is personal.”

“There will be no discussion where I am not present,” Yoongi goes to stand at the foot of the bed, crossing his arms over his chest, “deal with it.”

Jimin looks at Hoseok, “hyung?”

Hoseok nods, stealing a glance at Yoongi, “follow me,” he orders the nurses, “we will be outside.”

Yoongi doesn't bother answering. His eyes fixed on the omega, who watches Hoseok walk out with the nurses and close the door behind him.

Jimin looks at the doctor then.

tw// talk of abortion

Yoongi notices the omega's eyes closing for a fraction of a second. His throat bobbing and hands coming to rest on his stomach. As if, on reflex.

Jimin looks at the doctor with determination, “it has been two or so months. Can I abort the pups now?”

For a second, the room goes still around Yoongi. As if the breeze stop flowing in. The sound of the tides not reaching him anymore. The two other people in the room go still.

Or, maybe, his heart stops beating for a second.

Then it all comes rushing back and Yoongi blinks.

“What?” the doctor asks, alert.

Jimin nods, composed as ever, “do we use pills or medical-”

“Can you wait outside?” Yoongi addresses the doctor, eyes glued on Jimin, “don't open your damn mouth about this.”

The doctor springs up from his seat, “yes, sir. Of course.”

Yoongi waits until the doctor closes the door before he comes to stand behind the vacant chair the doctor left.

“What is this new drama now?”

Jimin looks at him with a small smile, “I finally came to my senses. I realized, you were right. The pups should be aborted.”

He looks at his hands, picking onto some loose threads of the blanket over him.

“My father is, apparently, works in the same field as you,” Jimin murmurs, “as Namjoon hyung said. After my birth, he left me at an orphanage to keep me safe and away from harm's eyes. What a loser.”

Jimin's face twists with a grimace, “I am physically safe. He was satisfied with it, I guess. What about my mental and emotional health?” he looks at Yoongi with glossy eyes, looking back at his hands again, “every time a couple came to the orphanage, I prayed to be adopted.”

“I would sit eagerly for our caretaker to come and tell me, I was chosen,” Jimin wipes the tear that tries to roll out of his one eye, “like those animals in shelters. Every time I wasn't chosen, I felt a part of me die. I started comparing myself to the ones who got chosen…”

“Maybe, I wasn't cute enough. Not sweet enough. Not lovely. Not worthy,” Jimin's voice wavers, “not worthy of love...” his eyes hold a faraway look in them, “I gave up hope after a certain age. I don't know, how my father thought it was keeping me safe when I was dying there...”

He shrugs, as if pulling himself out of those thoughts. He looks at Yoongi with a small smile.

Yoongi thinks, as he looks at that smile, he would have preferred tears over that smile.

Jimin waves his bandaged hand, “if something happens to me down the road, that will be my pups.”

Yoongi's arm flexes on instinct.

Jimin looks at the sea then, “they will be tossed to foster homes or left on the streets. With no one to look after them.”

Yoongi's jaw ticks.

“In my selfish, desperate hope for a family of my own, I wasn't thinking rationally,” Jimin frowns when his vision starts to blur, the sea turning hazy, “I can't be selfish, can I? If something happens to me, they will be orphans. They will be separated too, probably.”

“I didn't live in peace,” Jimin chuckles, looking back at Yoongi, “I want to die in peace.”

Yoongi shoves the bile down his throat. His mouth too dry for him to say anything to the omega.

Jimin shrugs, “I was being a fool. You were right. I should have listened to you then.”

“Your father is a wealthy man,” Yoongi mutters, “when I kill him, his entire inheritance will come to yo-”

“You think I can run a crime syndicate?” Jimin laughs, shaking his head, “you think there won't be people trying to get rid of me? People who worked with him, against him?”

Jimin holds up his wounded hand, “I got blood on my hand, and it's not a pleasurable feeling.”

Yoongi notices the forced smile. He notices the omega's mute scent. He sees those dim eyes.

There is something so suffocating about those dim eyes. Yoongi can't look at them for long.

Yoongi inhales deeply, nodding to himself, “whatever you choose,” he looks at the sea, “just so you know, your father will be killed. I will kill him,” Yoongi chews the words out.

“My father,” Jimin tastes those words on his tongue, looks at Yoongi, “and, Joonie hyung?”

Yoongi looks at Jimin, “you want him alive?”

Jimin shrugs, “who am I to want anything when I have no idea if you will spare my life or not.”

Yoongi grips his hands together, “if you are proven innocent, I will let you go.”

Jimin's lips twitch, “you keep changing narratives.”

“Anyway,” Jimin waves his hand, “can we talk to the doctor now?”

Yoongi looks at him, nods, “if that's what you want, sure.”

Jimin nods, “that's what I want,” his smile dims, “I can't do this. I can't keep proving they belong to another person too. Not when that person is you.”

“Not when you keep questioning them as if the mere idea of them being yours repulse you,” Jimin licks his lips, “anyway,” he points at the door, “let's get this over with.”

Yoongi breathes out, calling over his shoulder, “come in, hoba!”

The door opens to the others to walk in.

Yoongi gets up to let the doctor sit. The doctor checks up on Jimin. Yoongi feels Hoseok come and stand right by his side. He keeps his eyes glued on Jimin.

“So, you really want to go through with the abortion?”

Jimin nods, “yes, doctor. I want to. I have thought about it.”

The doctor looks at Yoongi. Yoongi didn't notice. His focus solely on Jimin. Hoseok elbows him.

Yoongi looks at the doctor, “yes?”

The doctor gestures at Jimin, “so, the abortion...?”

Yoongi shrugs, “whatever he chooses. Whenever you see fit. You two decide.”

The doctor nods.

“We will run some tests,” the doctor squeezes Jimin's hand, “then we can do it right away. You don't worry, okay?”

Jimin hums, offering a small smile to the doctor, “thank you.”

The doctor looks at Yoongi, “we need to bring him to the hospital for the tests and the operation.”

Yoongi agrees, “I will personally take him there. Tomorrow for the tests, then?”

Jimin looks at the doctor, “can't we get done with the tests today itself?”

The doctor agrees, “sure. We can leave right now. If things are fine, we can do the operation in a day or two.”

=== Absquatulate ===

Namjoon looks at the handcuffs and down at the shackles on his ankles. His eyes move to the door that is locked. He stares as he can hear someone opening it. Maybe, to bring him food.

He goes alert when the door opens and someone actually steps inside. Not slide the plate in.

He sits up straighter when he sees Hoseok. Hoseok closes the door after him and puts the plate of food on the table.

“Hobi?” Namjoon whispers.

“Hoseok,” Hoseok turns to him, eyes unreadable, “not hobi anymore.”

Namjoon swallows, “I am sorry. I had to. Jimin is my first prior-”

Hoseok kneels in front of him, “run away with him.”

Namjoon stares. Not sure if he heard the alpha right. Hoseok looks back.

“What?” Namjoon frowns, “what are you talking about?”

Hoseok nods, “I will help. Run away with him. I will get you out of this island safely.”

“Why would you do that?” Namjoon wonders, “what do you get out of it?”

Hosoek shrugs, “two promises.”

Namjoon arches a brow, “two promises?”

Hoseok nods, “you will take Jimin away. Won't return to Korea and never think of taking over that Park clan. Just leave. For ever.”

“The other promise?” Namjoon wonders.

Hoseok swallows, “you won't, ever, hurt Yoongi. In any way. Promise me.”

Namjoon stares, “what…”

Hoseok's eyes gloss over, he clears his throat, “these two crossed path but they are not meant to be. You two are. Also...”

He looks away, “Yoongi is my everything. I will die for him. I will kill for him. I want him safe. This blind thirst for revenge will take him nowhere. After he is done with Mr. Park, I don't know what he will do to his own pups. Just, save every one of us. Run away with Jimin.”

“What if I come back?” Namjoon arches a brow, “what if-”

Hoseok's jaw hardens, eyes glowing red, “I will put a bullet through your skull. I mean it.”

They both look at each other for a long moment.

“Why would Jimin agree?” Namjoon snorts, grimaces, “he favours Yoongi.”

Hoseok shrugs, “Yoongi was kind to him once. He doesn't know you can be kinder. For now, we will force him to go with you. Then,” he offers a small smile to Namjoon, “you have an entire lifetime to make him fall for you, Namjoon. You are sharp. Find ways to woo him.”

“Just,” Hoseok grabs Namjoon's hands in his, “keep the pups. Please. They will know you as their father. Please, Namjoon, pl-”

“I won't hurt them, hobi,” Namjoon's throat closes in, “you really think I would?”

Hoseok pulls back, looking away, “I don't know you. Do I?”

“He will kill you if he finds out you went behind his back,” Namjoon murmurs, “what will you tell him then?”

Hoseok shrugs, “that's my problem. Now, you listen how you will do it.”

---

Yoongi sits on the chair, one leg crossed over the other. He watches Hoseok talk to Namjoon.

The hidden cam picking up on everything. Hoseok finishes the discussion before walking out of the room. He locks the door and Yoongi watches on the other cameras as Hoseok makes his way upstairs until he is inside the room where Yoongi is.

“He will do it,” Hoseok says, “gladly.”

Yoongi lights a cigarette, holding the box out for Hoseok. Hoseok ignores it and goes to pour himself a drink.

“Why are we doing this?” Hosoek wonders, taking a long gulp of the alcohol, “I am just so clueless.”

“Jimin knows nothing about his father,” Yoongi gets up...

“So, I don't see why I need to keep him here,” Yoongi shrugs, breathing out the smoke, “also, this time we won't keep a track of them. As soon as they leave, we will go back to Korea and take care of the Park clan. Then make sure these two never returns. Simple.”

Hoseok snorts.

“Or,” Hoseok holds up his glass of whiskey, “you marry the omega, have a perfect family with him. Mr. Park blesses you, and you live happily ever after. Sounds like a simple plan, really.”

Yoongi watches Hoseok, “I knew you were lightweight, but, damn. You just took one sip.”

“I am not drunk, you are,” Hoseok snaps, “on your past. On your wounds. On your damn love, who is dead now-”

Yoongi throws a bottle of whiskey on the floor. It breaks with an eerie sound, pieces of glass going everywhere. Hoseok doesn't flinch. Yoongi glares at him.

“Don't.”

“What about his choices?” Hoseok tries again, “what about Jimin's wishes? You two are playing with him like he is a pawn in your sick game. You really think the pups will be fine after all this stress?”

Yoongi turns his back on Hoseok, “this is the only option. Lesser evil.”

“It's not, really,” Hosoek looks at the liquid splashed across the floor, eyes boring on the slow path of the alcohol, “he is under so much pressure. He just got to know he had a family who never really took him in. For whatever reason. Now, you are throwing him away...”

“What would happen if he stays here?” Yoongi wonders, “be practical, Hoba. I won't marry him. We don't love each other. Just for the pups, we will what? Get married? Are you crazy? Right now, this looks like a bad idea, but in the long run, it will be good. Namjoon loves him.”

“He will, eventually, settle well with Namjoon. It will be good. For all of them.”

Hoseok snorts, “tell him then,” he nods when Yoongi frowns at him, “tell him this. If you think this is a brilliant idea, why not tell him? Or, maybe, stop deciding for him and let him choose!”

“Give him this option and let him choose,” Hoseok gets up, “you are not god, Yoongi. So, stop writing his life as you see fit. Then, there's no difference between his father and you. Don't let your pups come to know about you like Jimin did. No one deserves that.”

Hoseok leaves.

----

Pups.

His pups.

The idea is so foreign, it hasn't really registered with Yoongi yet. There are two, not one, two lives who are his fault. Yoongi lies on his bed and tries to imagine a life with them in it. He snorts at the idea because he can't even image it.

How would they ever fit in? Two innocent minds corrupted and destroyed in the underworld. No scope of escaping. No light to guide them out in fresh air.

Yoongi sits up. He hates how Hoseok's words ring in his ears. He curses, leaving his room in hope to go for a walk.

“𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑢𝑝𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐽𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑑.”

Who cares? Yoongi thinks, going down the stairs, who really cares?

He stops when he notices the faint light coming from the backyard. Yoongi frowns, walking towards it.

Yoongi stops when he sees Jimin. He is sitting with his feet touching the sand and back resting against a pillar of the steps that lead to the beach.

Jimin hasn't realized Yoongi is there. Yoongi walks up behind him.

“You shouldn't be here,” Yoongi ignores how Jimin flinches.

Jimin looks at him and then breathes out, “oh,” he looks back at the sea beyond the boundary wall, “yeah. Sorry.”

Yoongi looks at the sea himself, “what are you doing here?”

“Couldn't sleep,” Jimin waves his hand, “keep seeing weird dreams.”

Nightmares. Surely not dreams.

Yoongi notices how Jimin's hands are wrapped around his stomach. Protectively holding onto it. He notices how Jimin turns away from him, as if he doesn't want Yoongi to look there. As if he can make Yoongi forget he is pregnant that way.

Yoongi swallows, “do I feature in them?”

Jimin frowns, “huh?”

Yoongi hums, “the nightmares you have, do I feature in them, or it's just me?”

Jimin stares for a second before looking away, “you are such a narcissist. I don't dream about you.”

Yoongi blinks, looking at the omega, “then?”

Jimin says nothing.

Jimin dreams of running. As fast as he can manage. His arms holding two bundles and he is running. It's a tunnel. Behind him, there are too many hands trying to reach him. In front of him is a light where someone stands. In his dream, he is desperate to reach that person.

To just leap into that person's arms and finally stop. Rest. In his dream, he feels like he will be safe if he reaches that person.

Then the person vanishes and that bright light makes his eyes hurt. He closes them and he is falling. The bundles are falling too. With him.

There are those hands again. They are desperately screaming and cheering. They want those bundles and Jimin can't get a hold of them. He watches those fall first. Those hands tear the bundles apart. They don't pay attention to his screams. They destroy the bundles.

Then he hits the ground and springs awake, sweaty and teary.

Jimin shudders at the thought, forcing himself to just stay awake.

Those bundles are his pups. He couldn't save them. Not in his dream. Not in his reality. Jimin tries not to let that thought get to his head.

“How long before we get the reports?” Jimin wonders, “when can we go through the abortion?”

Yoongi looks at him, “the doctor said it will be within a week.”

Jimin wants to be done with it. He doesn't want to have second thoughts. He doesn't want to see those dreams again.

“Would you rather leave with Namjoon?”

Jimin pauses. He frowns. He looks back at the alpha, who is looking at ahead. Not looking at him.

“What?” he wonders.

Yoongi's face is hidden in the darkness, Jimin can't really make out his expression.

“You can leave with him.”

Jimin breathes out, “huh?”

Yoongi hums, “I will take down your father's syndicate. If you were never a part of that, I don't have anything against you. You two can just leave. Have a family-”

“No,” Jimin looks away, “I am not going to run away with him. He loves me. I don't.”

The sudden thought makes Jimin look over his shoulder at Yoongi. He stands up to face the alpha properly.

“You are planning something stupid, aren't you?” Jimin demands.

When Yoongi says nothing, Jimin reaches to grab the alpha by his collars.

“What did you do?!”

Yoongi's eyes flicker to him, “getting brave, are we?”

Jimin's knuckles turn white with the force he applies to his hold, “I won't go with him. I will make sure of it. If you planned something stupid, you will regret it. I am not going with him. I can leave alone. Not with him!”

“You are not going to force me!” Jimin shoves at Yoongi's chest, “god, I agreed to leave you alone! Why can't you do the same to me?! Listen to me, okay?” he seethes, his entire body trembling with frustration, “if you force me, I will do something to us.”

Yoongi curses.

“Listen to me-”

“No,” Jimin frees Yoongi's collars, shouting, “no! Why can't you understand the idea repulses me?! I love hyung, but not like that! It makes my skin crawl to think what you are thinking! I will do something to myself-”

Yoongi watches Jimin stepping backwards...

He watches in slow motion when Jimin's feet step at the edge of the step. The omega stumbles, losing balance.

Yoongi lurches forward to grab Jimin around his shoulders, yanking him back to his chest.

Jimin slams against him, a whimper leaving his mouth, “no, don't let me fall!”

“No, no, no,” Jimin trembles in Yoongi's hold, “no, no, they are going to... no, don't let me fall...”

Yoongi looks at the omega and back at the front. No one is there. He pulls back a little and sees Jimin's eyes are closed. His brows furrowed. He is chanting those words.

Yoongi crowds the omega against a pillar, letting Jimin feel the solid presence of the concrete. He stands in front. His hands resting on Jimin's hips.

“You didn't fall,” Yoongi whispers, “you are fine. You didn't fall. No one is here.”

Jimin opens his eyes, looking around.

When those eyes find Yoongi, they are accusatory. Yoongi stands, immobile.

“I will not go with him,” Jimin whispers, his hot breath ghosting between them, “I left once. Why did you bring me back?”

“You called me,” Yoongi murmurs, “remember?”

Jimin shrugs, “don't pick it up.”

“I can't ruin his life,” Jimin shakes his head, “I won't ever love him. He doesn't deserve that-”

“Why can't you love him?” Yoongi wonders, “also, how many people do you think are together for love?”

Jimin stares at him, “I would be with someone for love, or, I can be alone.”

Yoongi grits his teeth, “god, I didn't think you will be so stubborn! Why can't you understand this damn world is not a fairytale-”

“I don't need a fairytale!” Jimin stomps his foot, “I just need you to stop dictating my life!”

“Where would you go?” Yoongi demands, “tell me!”

“I will find a way to live!” Jimin shrugs, “you were about to kill me, don't even try to pretend that you care! If you are worried that I will find my way back to my father, I won't. I hate him for what he did. Fuck all of you! I will find a way. Just stop deciding for me!”

“After the abortion, we have nothing connecting us in any way,” Jimin looks away, “I will be alone. Just as I was. I will find a way. You don't have to think, or,” he snorts, looking at Yoongi, “you can tell your doctor to mess up the operation so, all three of us die in there.”

Yoongi grimaces, “why would I make the effort when I can do it myself?”

He pulls away, combing his hair back with both of his hands. Yoongi feels frustrated.

Jimin stands there, leaning against the pillar.

Yoongi thinks, “fine. I will let you decide what you want. Tell me.”

=== Absquatulate ===

Jimin looks back at the sea, “I want,” his voice sounds lost, “I want to leave all this things behind. If I can't keep the p-” he swallows, as if saying that word physically hurts him, “keep them, I just want to leave. You won't keep an eye on me. Just let me get lost.”

Yoongi gives a small nod, “okay then. Let's do that. If that's what you want.”

Jimin's lips twist, he wraps his arms around himself, “yeah. That's what I want.”

Yoongi watches the omega turn on his feet and get inside the house. He stands there, in the darkness.

----

“So, he just chose to abort the pups?” Myung sounds sceptical.

Yoongi grits his teeth, already feeling frustrated, “yes! Can you just drop it? We are leaving for it tomorrow. After that, he will be on his way-”

“Those are your babies, Yoonie,” Myung whispers.

Yoongi feels those words hit him right in the chest. Coming from Myung, it feels surreal somehow.

“Yes, and?” Yoongi sounds hollow, even to himself, “suddenly you care? You wanted them gone, too.”

“People change mind, like he did,” Myung murmurs, “can I talk to him once?”

Yoongi frowns, “why? What would that do?”

Myung sighs, “let me talk to him once. Please. This once, listen to your halmeoni.”

Yoongi stays quiet. Myung takes that as his agreement.

“Come on,” Myung urges him gently, “give him the phone. Where is he? Go there. I will wait.”

Yoongi takes the phone to Jimin's room. He walks in after knocking, and Jimin looks at him curiously.

“She wants to talk to you,” Yoongi holds out the phone, “keep it on speaker.”

Myung chuckles, “yes, Yoongi doesn't trust me.”

Jimin takes the phone and goes to sit on the bed.

“Hello, halmeoni,” Jimin greets the woman, much to Yoongi's chagrin, “good morning.”

Myung hums, “I will go straight to the point here, Jimin. I heard about the abortion. I have a proposal for you.”

Jimin looks at the phone. Confused. Yoongi stands, equally confused.

“If you really want to abort the pups, you can. It's your decision, but, if you don't,” she pauses, “if you want to keep them, you can come to stay with me. They won't ever know who their alpha father is if you don't want that, or he doesn't. I will raise them with you.”

“You won't be connected to that filthy business or be related to Yoonie in any way. You will just stay with this old woman and that's it-”

“Thank you, halmeoni,” Jimin smiles at the phone, “I thought you hated me. You're saying this…it means a lot to me.”

Myung hums, “but?”

“There is a 'but,' right?” Myung smiles.

Jimin doesn't want that. He knows, some day, Yoongi has to get married. He will have a family. Jimin doesn't want to raise his kids in a household where they will face conflicts growing up. He doesn't want to be a part of all that.

He sighs, “I just want an out.”

Myung hums in understanding, “they won't be a second choice, Jimin. They won't be the leftovers. I will treat them right.”

Jimin's vision blurs with the thought that Myung got his thoughts. He squirms, sneaking a glance at the alpha.

“After you?” Jimin wonders, “I am sorry to say this, halmeoni, but after you, I will be back on the streets. So, it doesn't make sense to prolong it. I also don't want them to grow up in luxury that I can't provide them after you.”

Myung stays quiet. Jimin shakes his head.

“Ridiculous as this conversation is,” Yoongi rubs his temple, “I think you told me to respect your decision. If you have decided something, don't listen to her-”

“If he really had the choice, Min Yoongi,” Myung hisses, “he won't be choosing this! You idiot of an alpha!”

Myung tries again, “Jimin, you can find a job. I will give you a temporary shelter. You can leave when you are earning enough. Think about it, bub. Are you sure you really want to go through with this?”

Jimin hates how tempting the idea sounds. He hates it altogether.

Myung tries again when Jimin doesn't reply soon enough, “you can stay on that island. I will bring you directly to Daegu. Here you can stay with me. You don't have to ever see him again. He doesn't come here anyway.”

Jimin looks at Yoongi who looks away. He doesn't protest.

“𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑝𝑠...” Jimin flinches, shaking his head.

“No,” he swallows, “no, halmeoni. Thank you so much. I can't. I am sorry.”

He cuts the call, holding out the phone for Yoongi.

Yoongi puts the phone in his pocket, lingering in the room. Jimin busies himself. Yoongi watches Jimin has two suitcases packed. He frowns.

“What are those for?” he points.

Jimin looks over at them, “I am leaving tomorrow. No? So, packed things up. One more suitcase to go.”

Yoongi blinks, “you think you will be able to leave right after the operation?”

Jimin smiles, “well, no. I will leave right from the hospital, though.”

“𝑊𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜…”

Yoongi clears his throat, “right,” he eyes the luggage, “yeah. Okay.”

“You can drop me on the land itself. After we leave the island.” Jimin puts a few more clothes in the open bag, “I won't go back to Korea.”

Yoongi puts his hands in his pockets, balling them, “right.”

“𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦? 𝐴𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙?”

Yoongi doesn't ask.

Instead, he leaves the room to go and find Hoseok.

“We will take Namjoon with us when we go,” Yoongi informs Hoseok, “and, leave them on the land after we reach there.”

Hosoek frowns, tilting his head, “we are not killing a traitor for the first time. Why is that now?”

When Yoongi says nothing, Hoseok curses out loud.

“You just want to leave Namjoon there with Jimin because you know he will follow Jimin wherever the omega goes!” Hoseok snaps, “you are still trying to set them up. What the hell?!”

Yoongi glares, “no, I am not!”

“Yes, you are!” Hoseok throws his hands up, “you are! God, just accept you care! I am not saying you love him. I am just saying, you care! We are people, hyung, we can care for others! God, accept it!”

Yoongi storms off, ignoring Hoseok who keeps calling him back.