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Have you ever been in a situation where you could feel your heartbeat inside of your throat? Have you ever been in a situation that turned your world upside down?
Jeon Jungkook had been in situations like this before, he understood the feeling of fear, of fight or flight. Situations that ended with nightmares and trauma. Situations he couldn't stop thinking about over and over again. However, they'd never quite been as dangerous as this.
Sure. When he was young he took a candy or two from the store, but that was pure childhood curiosity as he wondered if he could get away with it. And this… well, this was far from a childhood experiment.
Walking home at night alone was something everyone warned him about. A lone omega walking home at night was scary, but this situation was not one that was expected. He'd done this for years. Being a student doctor meant he still had to complete a lot of hours before he'd be allowed on his own in the hospital, so he walked home late often.
Tonight was different.
One second he'd been nearly home and thinking about changing out of his scrubs and taking a long hot shower, and the next there'd been a flurry of screaming and something had been tossed over his face. Everything went black.
Everything was still black.
The only difference was the hand around Jungkook's forearm was bruising tight. It was yanking him around. His foot caught on the edge of what seemed like a doorframe and, all at once, his knees were hitting something hard.
It was cold. He was suffocating under this mask.
“What the fuck are you thinking? You can't just steal someone off the street!”
“What else could we do? He's bleeding!”
“Well it's too late now isn't it!”
Jungkook gasped for air, it was hard to breathe through the cloth around his head, so he swiftly sat on his heels and yanked it off. Chest rising and falling rapidly as his face was bright red and covered in tears and sweat.
Alphas. So many.
There was one beside him, he was flinging his gun around and arguing. Covered head to toe in blood, he appeared to be shaking.
“He's fucking dying, hyung!”
“You can't just kidnap someone, Taehyung, what have you done!”
All eyes turned onto Jungkook just as the omega felt something hot and sticky beneath his fingers. He released a heavy breath and saw red coating his fingers. A trail of it.
Laying on the floor was an insignia, it was half covered by the bloody trail and half covered by the pale, lifeless body bleeding out on the floor. Jungkook felt all of the air leave his lungs.
Jungkook was in the home of a notorious pack. An alpha pack. The bite shaped insignia said a lot, but none more than the fact that the blue lipped alpha laying on the ground had a bite scarred into his neck. Something alphas did not do to one another. The pain must have been excruciating.
That's why this pack was so feared. The rumors came and went around these alphas, the gang who had bitten each other. That they were merciless. Insane. Manic.
All Jungkook saw right now was fear. Panic.
Rationally, he should be trying to make a run for the double doors behind him. He should try, but Jungkook figured they brought him here for a reason and he sure as hell knew they weren't going to let him just get up and run out of here.
The omega was terrified. He was scared out of his mind of these men… these criminals.
Kim Seokjin, the alpha who looked utterly annoyed as he leaned on the stair railing, wearing only sweatpants with a bite carved into his skin. He was sighing as the alphas screamed at each other. It echoed off the walls.
Jungkook sat there, on the ground, with blood all over his palms and now knees, clean scrubs growing stained with blood, and all he could think was to help—
Not because they'd told him to. Not because he had no choice, but because Jungkook was a doctor, well, he wanted to be. Which was why the omega was swiftly getting to his feet, gawking as he tossed himself down beside the alpha laying on the floor, he was cold to the touch and everything smelled like blood.
“What happened!” Jungkook shouted, he immediately began to tear away the fabric around the alpha’s chest and abdomen, “Someone get towels!”
The room suddenly went dead silent. Frozen. The white marble floors that had once been echoing with screaming were now filled with blood and there was no sound of movement around him, so Jungkook swiftly repeated himself.
“Get me towels!”
The alphas sprung into action. A gun clattered to the ground.
Jungkook was sure this alpha was dead, he must have been bleeding here for a while, but when he found a bullet hole in his side, the omega pressed hard against it and the alpha began to stir. He was big. A strong alpha who was easily a head or two bigger than him, stronger than him. He had scars all over.
Kim Namjoon.
Jungkook knew of him. Heard about him. When he did rounds in the emergency department he'd heard the name before. It was hard for him to be oblivious to gang violence when he worked in a hospital.
“Sorry.” Jungkook hissed, pressing harder, but Namjoon began to move a lot, so he tossed a leg across his lap and pushed harder. “Stop moving. Stop moving, alpha.”
The alpha opened his eyes. They snapped open in a flash, at first with this furious glare, grunting in pain, and a hand that shot out to grab Jungkook's throat.
Then, Jungkook felt faint. His stomach churned. The world slowed. The alpha was white faced. Pale. Blue lipped. His glare no longer seemed scary at all. There was a dimple in his cheek even when he was growling. The grip around Jungkook's throat was loose. It was weak.
Jungkook knew who this was. He knew who they were. He knew everything from the heists to the murders, it was all over the news. But there was only one important thing he knew at this moment —
His mate was dying. They were mates. Namjoon had imprinted on him. The alpha couldn't hurt him.
No matter how hard he tried, Namjoon couldn't hurt him. Wouldn't. Even though he physically could. He'd never.
“Alpha.” Jungkook pleaded. His eyes flickering between deep brown ones. “Stay awake. Okay? Stay awake.”
There was a quiet sound, one that sounded between a growl and a whine, one that made Jungkook's hair stand on end. The omega felt large fingers slip from around his throat and instead came to his cheek, fingertips lightly brushing away hair from his temple.
“An angel.”
“No,” Jungkook whispered, releasing a laugh, crying harder, “Not at all.”
Namjoon laughed beneath him, it was wet and tired. Then, all at once, the world began to spin again. Jungkook had a handful of towels being tossed at him, shadows around him.
They were still arguing with each other. Shouting, but Jungkook zoned out as he pressed towels onto Namjoon's abdomen. His hands shook as he did so. He wet his lips and tried his best to smile at Namjoon as he whispered, “it's okay.”
Then, sharply, Jungkook turned his head to yell. “Get me a first aid kit! And stop fucking screaming.”
“The little omega thinks he can boss-”
“Listen to him you little brat!”
Jungkook huffed.
Namjoon didn't pass out, in fact the alpha laid there, awfully still and silent. The floor must have been cold, as was his body, but it didn't seem that Namjoon minded that. Jungkook didn't look away from him either. He didn't mind that Namjoon was touching his furrowed brow, or that the alpha grunted in pain a few times.
“Sorry.”
“It's okay, baby.” Namjoon replied, releasing a heavy breath, “it just skimmed me. I'm good.”
Jungkook scowled and begged to differ, but when he moved the rag, his eyes fell on the wound and it seemed as though the bullet had narrowly missed getting stuck in his side. It sure was bleeding a lot, but bullet wounds tended to do that.
“Here.”
Jungkook didn't look up when a first aid kit was dropped beside him, he swiftly opened it up with bloody, shaky hands, then began to find some thread. However it didn't seem they had any, the first aid kit was pretty picked clean.
Sighing, the omega grabbed a bottle of skin bond and met Namjoon with an apologetic look. “This might sting.”
“It's okay, baby.”
“No. It's not. I'm sorry.”
Jungkook grimaced and began to close the wound while Namjoon made a pained sound. As soon as Namjoon groaned in pain, the others growled.
“Be careful.” Jimin snapped. The smaller alpha came rushing over as though to stop Jungkook, but Namjoon growled. Jungkook turned his head to look at Jimin, eyes big, and Jimin froze.
Then, Jimin released this guttural sound, straight from his stomach, then ran right at Jungkook. The omega flinched and, despite being hurt, Namjoon immediately snarled, “Don't you dare, Park Jimin!”
Jimin did freeze in place. With his lip curled up, he went stiff upon noticing the absolute horror on Jungkook's face.
It took less than a second for Hoseok to realize, “Holy shit. He's our mate.”
“So.” There was a pause as Yoongi, all cat eyed and terrifying, eyed Jungkook. “What the fuck are we gonna do with him?”
Him—
Meaning the omega soaked in blood who had just glued Namjoon's wound closed. The omega who had done so without much thought. The omega whose work lanyard was swinging around Taehyung's finger. The omega they'd just kidnapped — their mate.
“You are the ones who dragged him here.” Seokjin snapped, arms folded and leaning against the banister. The alpha eyed Jungkook's back interestedly. The omega was wiping Namjoon's jaw clean and didn't seem to care about Jimin's sudden interest or their conversation.
Namjoon was nearly out, he'd lost a lot of blood, but the alpha was smiling and it was dimpled and pale as he reached over to grab Jungkook's chin.
That in itself was interesting, but even more so when Taehyung, loud from where he was holding the omega's hospital lanyard, said, “Jeon Jungkook is a doctor in training, but it seems he did well to me.”
At the moment he heard his name, Jungkook spun around to look at the alpha. His eyes looked heavy and tired.
“You held a gun to my head.” Jungkook said, his eyebrows pulled together as he eyed Taehyung head to toe. He looked disgusted, but even more so when the alpha tilted his head and his expression began to fall and fill with guilt. An unfamiliar and strange expression on his face. One clearly not all that common.
“Hey.” Taehyung began and his tone, his expression, everything was so… strange. Something none of them had really heard before, but then again -- they only got one mate. “My hyung was dying. You should be happy, omega-”
“Unbelievable.” Jungkook huffed. He got up, bloody hands fisting the edge of his scrubs, “Is that your idea of an apology? Yeah. No thanks. I'm too tired for this shit.”
With a small raise of his brow, Seokjin eyed the omega interestedly, even more so when Hoseok snickered beside him and gently bumped him. The omega had more fight than expected. Especially considering how hard he'd sobbed a bit ago.
To be fair, they couldn't hurt the omega. Their mate. It wasn't really possible. As soon as they made eye contact, the world began and ended with Jeon Jungkook, but only when they locked eyes.
Which was why Yoongi was, so easily, able to say, “Don't think you can just leave. You're not that naive, kid.”
He wasn't imprinted. He, Hoseok, and Seokjin. They hadn't looked Jungkook in the eyes close enough to feel the bonds curl into them.
Jimin, though, had. Taehyung, too. And the youngest ones were the most instinctive, most unpredictable, and yet nobody could have imagined that a little dark haired omega was going to cause this much chaos in their home.
“Don't talk to him like that.” Jimin barked. “He's our mate.”
Yoongi laughed, “You weren't saying that when we tossed him into the van, Chim. What? Now you wanna cry about it?”
Jimin's hands clenched up.
“Don't start fighting in front of him!” Namjoon snarled. He began to get up, and despite everything he looked strong. His chest puffed out and his shoulders straightened up as he got up. “Everyone. Just go to bed.”
“And what?” Jimin argued, always hot headed, “You get to take our mate with you, huh?”
“I wasn't the one who held a gun to his head.”
And, well, that was the truth.
Jungkook looked entirely comfortably to grab Namjoon's arm and worry over him. Helping the alpha with a loose arm around his waist and worrying under his breath as he helped him to the stairs.
Since the feeling of imprinting didn't take effect until making eye contact. It must have been easy for Yoongi to spit, with a furrowed brow, “Keep him. We never wanted a mate anyway.”
***
“Still sleepy?”
“Mhm.”
“I'm the one who got shot, baby boy. You're just lazy one.”
“I got kidnapped,” Jungkook argued, but it wasn't heated at all, and he laughed when the bed dipped behind him and a heavy, warm arm wrapped around his hips above the blankets. “And I love sleep.”
With a quiet laugh, Namjoon cuddled into Jungkook's ear. The omega slept all too well in this room, not only because he'd been exhausted, but because Namjoon was warm. He smelled of old books and cologne. And, well, the truth was it had been a long time since Jungkook had felt so comfortable beside someone.
It was unreasonable. He should be terrified, the scars running all over Namjoon's arm should be proof of that. However, the alpha was so gentle with him. Held him all night. Kissed his head a few times before showering and again, when returning to bed, but Jungkook pretended to sleep the entire time.
An imprint was something that mostly bonded an alpha pack to an omega so the omega would be protected, something that was generational, and not entirely common these days. It was something fading out and, thus, Jungkook did feel quite lucky to experience this sort of comfort.
“I'm sorry.” Suddenly, against his ear, Namjoon whispered, and Jungkook's face fell. “About them. As you can tell… we aren't exactly good with feelings. Or… good, in general…”
Namjoon could have fooled Jungkook. He was so gentle, calm. He ran his fingers over Jungkook's palm when the omega played with his fingers and replied, softly, “I'm not… you know, I know who you are and I'm not…. Scared.”
“No, you're not.” Namjoon smiled at Jungkook's sleepy face when the omega shifted to roll over and face him, reaching over for his cheek, “But they shouldn't have treated you like that, or any omega.”
“They were scared. You were bleeding a lot.”
“Such a sweet omega, aren't you?”
Jungkook grinned and bit his lip, blushing when Namjoon kissed his temple and the alpha turned to get up and go to his dresser. He watched, for a moment, as Namjoon peeled off his shirt.
He was an incredibly gorgeous alpha. They all were. Namjoon was just gorgeous. And also… scarred.
He was a fighter. A gangster. Of course they'd have scars. To this degree only made Jungkook wonder if they all had something like this, worse than the scars marking their necks.
There was a knock on the door just as Jungkook was about to ask, it flew open in a flurry and the omega immediately groaned as he rolled over to flop into the warm spot Namjoon left behind.
“You guys didn't have sex.”
“No.” Namjoon replied, sounding annoyed, “We didn't. Are you two here to apologize? I was about to take him down and eat.”
Jimin, nor Taehyung, replied immediately, although the younger of the duo sounded very dry when he argued, almost sounding aggressive, “You can't cook.”
Jimin just stared at Jungkook, or rather the lump on the bed with a fluff of brown locks poking out and two eyes slowly revealing themselves. As soon as Jungkook gave up and shifted to sit up against the headboard it was with a huff and folded arms.
It was ridiculously cute. His hair was everywhere and still wet from the quick wash he'd done before bed.
“Hey.” Jimin began, rushing over, “Hey, baby-”
“It's too early for this.” Jungkook groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Can't I get any sleep around here?”
“It's past noon.” Taehyung replied, leaning on the doorframe, his lips twisted.
“Noon?” Jungkook said, then gasped, jumping out of the blankets and running a hand through his hair. “Oh fuck. Fucking fuck- I had morning rotations today! I need to- where is my phone? My badge-”
“Hey, woah… woah-”
Just as Jungkook made a quick burst out into the hallway, planning to run down and find his things, he ran smack into what felt like a brick wall.
It wasn't. It was just the eldest alpha. Seokjin just sort of eyed the brunette before peering in and asking Namjoon, “How's your side?”
That didn't mean Jungkook got a free pass though, Taehyung had looped an arm around him and practically dragged him back to the bed.
“Slow down, little one. You can't possibly think you can go back, right?”
Confused, Jungkook frowned, he ignored Jimin when the alpha reached over and let down his hair, “What?”
The eldest alpha seemed far more interested in their conversation then, even more so when Namjoon turned to sit on his dresser and eyed Jungkook worriedly. Seokjin, however, seemed to watch more than speak.
“Jungkook.” Taehyung scoffed, just a bit, he clearly wasn't used to trying to speak gently to someone. He put a hand on Jungkook's knee and tried to sound soft, but it sounded slightly more aggressive than it should. “You have no idea how much danger you'd be in if you leave right now. If you left, other gangs would come after you as soon as we were out of sight. We aren't that stupid to let you go out alone.”
“What?” Jungkook whispered, then even louder, he barked, “What?”
And that tone, the one that was torn between angry and terrified, had the alphas on edge.
In an instant, Jungkook was shoving Jimin and Taehyung away, shaking his head frantically and nearly falling off of the opposite side of the bed when he hissed, eyes flooding, “Oh fuck off! Fuck off! Y-You two motherfuck-”
Then, fingers curing into his hair, he began to cry.
Unlike yesterday, this hurt. This hurt. Jungkook was crying and it wasn't a sob. It wasn't a wail. It was just… painful.
“Baby,” Namjoon hissed, hurrying to climb close and wrap him up under his arm, “Jungkook. We're going to take care of you.”
“Hyung.” Jimin worried, he shifted his jaw, hands shaking. “Hyung. Please.”
Namjoon only pushed his hands away and turned Jungkook around to face himself, then said, “Just go, just go, please.”
Jimin did get up to leave. He only did because Taehyung grabbed his shoulder and tugged him up. The taller alpha had a clenched jaw and he slammed the door when he left.
And Jungkook cried. Hard.
“It's our first time having to care about someone, Jungkook.” Namjoon said, tugging Jungkook under his chin. “It's their first time too, they just want you safe. They're sorry. I'm sorry, too. Oh- oh, fuck. Please stop crying. Stop crying, I'm saying please, angel. It hurts when you cry, Jungkook.”
Jungkook tried. He really did. He sucked in a lot of breaths and breathed in lungfuls of his scent, his fingers were white and clenched in Namjoon's shirt. He had to calm down eventually, but the truth was… Jungkook knew this was coming.
Well, not being kidnapped, clearly, but he knew that one day he'd get alphas and they'd control everything he did. That was how the omega’s life worked. They did what their alpha said.
“You could go. If you wanted.”
Jungkook startled, twisting to peer behind him.
Seokjin was sitting in the corner, on a leather chair. He was holding a book and looked utterly comfortable as he flipped through the pages uninterestedly.
“They can't stop you, but I'm sure you know your fate would be much worse should others get a hold of you.”
“Hyung.” Namjoon barked, “Not now.”
“You only imprint once,” Seokjin hummed, like he'd not heard Namjoon at all, “So. You can sit in here. You can cry all day and night. Hide. Or, you can go out, get yourself killed. Or third option.” Seokjin paused only to reach over for a box on the side table, pulling out a cigar. “You can show us why it seems fate wants us together.”
To which Jungkook replied, turning to hide in Namjoon's neck, “Oh, fuck you.”
And Seokjin began to laugh. Jungkook didn't know if the sound pissed him off or not, all he knew was that he was really, really tired. Of everything.