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The thick scent of sex permeated the air in Taehyung and Hoseok’s bedroom. The sounds of slick, sweat soaked skin and low grunts, high-pitched whimpers of pleasure and heavy breaths reverbated off dark green walls. Each harsh and somewhat aggressive thrust into Hobi’s tight hole sent shockwaves of euphoria shooting up the Omega’s spine, each drive of the man’s hips above him scraping deliciously against his walls, leaving him feeling fuller than the one before. Overwhelmed by the bliss he found himself emerged in, Hobi attacked his lover’s lips with his own, the two then engaging in a heated, messy exchange of tongue and saliva.
This continued for some minutes, Hoseok feeling himself growing closer and closer to orgasm. Gut clenching and toes curling, the raven-haired man tightens his grip around the Alpha’s neck, chest tight as the man mouths over a prominent mark on his neck. A single, solid bite right on the spot propels Hobi over the edge, a coarse scream escaping his partially chapped lips.
His release is ruined, however, by the sound of the bedroom door being forcefully shoved open. The noise created by the impact is deafening as it hits the wall behind it, causing both Hobi and his partner to jump in fright.
Suddenly, all goes silent.
Now, only the scent of a furious and heartbroken Alpha in combination with that of a fearful and guilt-stricken Omega wafts through the entire house, overwhelming in its potency.
“Get. Off. Him. Now.”
The other unknown Alpha knows better than to challenge Taehyung in his current state. Feeling fortunate that his knot hadn’t had time to grow, the slightly shaken man quickly removes himself from Hobi, simply throwing on his pants before racing out the door. Taehyung keeps his face and the small trace of his scent he did catch in mind, deciding he’d deal with the offender later.
As for his mate…
“Get up, go clean yourself. You look like a whore and smell awful.”
Head bowed in shame, Hoseok speedily complies, noticing with a wince how Taehyung jerks away from him as he passes.
While in the shower, pained tears flow uninhibited, accompanying the cacophonous melody of glass shattering and wood splintering downstairs. Hoseok takes his time, both out of fear of what his Alpha will do and to reflect on his actions.
One single thought bounces around his skull relentlessly:
‘I can’t lose him.’
Hobi is well aware that he is currently on very thin, almost nonexistent ice, but that selfish, stubborn part of him can’t help but whimper and howl in desperation for the man currently laying waste to his extravagantly decorated living room. His wolf is insistent, whining almost hysterically and clawing at Hobi’s mind in distress.
For as much as Hobi somehow doesn’t regret sleeping with other Alphas, his love for Taehyung is so great it leaves him dizzy. He simply cannot, will not live without the other man. Even while whispering sweet nothings into the ears of others after a heated session, even as he let them bite and mark his neck, even as he lied to Taehyung about his activities while the larger man was away, Hoseok’s immense love for the brunette with bright eyes and square smile never once faltered. If anything, it grew stronger.
With every time Taehyung would sweep him up into his strong arms after a long, oftentimes stressful day at the studio; his signature beautiful, bright, boxy grin aimed lovingly at him, Hoseok’s love grew. With every kiss and cuddle and word of affection that so willingly and excitedly traveled from Taehyung’s mouth into Hoseok’s awaiting ears, his love for the goofy manchild grew. With every night spent coddled in the safety and familiarity of one another’s embrace, Hoseok’s love grew exponentially. With every small gesture of love, every day spent wandering the city like two lovesick teenagers, with every impromptu dance battle and food fight, every early morning lazy sex session and late night surpise dinner date, Hoseok’s love for the man he’d promised his very being to skyrocketed. With every time Taehyung believed his lies, Hoseok felt that he could melt into a puddle of slick and adoration.
With these thoughts in mind, Hobi made the firm decision then and there that he was not going to lose Taehyung, no matter what it took. He’d beg, plead, borrow, barter, steal, torture and kill for the man if it meant he’d never leave his side. Shutting off the steaming flow of water, Hoseok quickly and quietly toweled himself dry and got dressed, choosing, somewhat ironically, to wear the green cashmere sweater Taehyung had gotten him for his birthday. The Alpha himself had squeezed into it for a solid 3 days at Hobi’s request, the smaller man insisting that there would be plenty time for his scent to “soak in.” Hobi wasn’t even ashamed to admit that he’d masturbated several times to the thought of Taehyung while wearing the beloved garment. In present time, the Omega hoped that by smelling himself on Hobi, he’d be more willing to forgive him. Making a quick stop by their hallway closet, Hoseok very hesitantly made his way to the first floor, which had since become totally silent.
Upon reaching the final step, his heart lurched into his throat and tawny eyes misted over at the pitiful sight before them. Taehyung had indeed destroyed the living room; shattered glass and picture frames scattering the floor, numerous holes in the walls and rips in the furniture. The tv had even been smashed. If Hobi didn’t know any better, he’d say his Alpha had lost control of his wolf and had only recently regained control over it. Now the tattered man sat in the middle of the floor, hands tightly gripping his hair as he sobbed, rocking back and forth in his spot. Every instinct in the Omega screamed at him to comfort his Alpha, to pull him into his arms and tell him everything would be ok.
But Hobi knew that wasn’t an option. It most likely wouldn’t be for a long time to come.
Taking tentative steps toward his Taehyung, he gently spoke up, voice meek.
“T-Tae Tae?”
The man immediately shirked away from him, face contorted into an unflattering expression of disgust, anger and sorrow.
“You-...”
“Taehyung please, I know you hate me right now but I need you to please listen.” Hobi knelt down, already feeling tears beginning to sting his eyes. “I love you. I love you so much it hurts, I-...”
The words were quickly cut off as Taehyung’s open palm collided with Hobi’s tear streaked cheek, the man’s head flying sideways. Still stunned from the unexpected blow, Hobi shrieked as he was suddenly lifted, spluttering and coughing as a pair of large, slightly calloused hands wound tightly around his throat. His feet kicked uselessly as he was suspended, fearful gaze unable to leave Taehyung’s fiery crimson orbs. The taller man began speaking, voice so deep and strained that Hobi could hardly recognize it as his.
“Don’t you. Fucking. DARE.”
His grip tightens, and Hobi feels more tears spill over his eyelids.
“I gave you everything. My heart, my time, my trust, my VERY SOUL. You’re my soulmate Hobi,” Taehyung whimpered out, voice cracking but stony gaze never wavering. “You promised you’d be careful with my heart. You promised you wouldn’t hurt me. Not like the others.”
Hobi felt his heart shatter with every pained word pouring from Taehyung’s mouth. He had promised all those things and he’d meant every word of what he’d said. That’s why he swore Taehyung would never find out. So he could keep his promises.
Taking a moment, the omega began forcing out words of his own.
“T-Tae Tae, I-...I meant what I said. Every. Word. I never meant to hurt you. I don’t know why I did it I just-,”
Hobi shrieked as he was dropped unceremoniously to the ground. He watched as his Alpha began to pace, chest heaving with every breath.
“Liar.”
“T-Tae...”
“LIAR! Lies, lies, LIES!”
“I’M NOT LYING!” Hobi screamed, his eyes shining an icy blue. He was unknowingly snarling, his upper lip curled unpleasantly. “I meant it. I do love you. It’s ridiculous how much I love you. I would do anything for you.” Eyes still burning, the Omega began instinctively crawling towards the now motionless Alpha. Straddling his foot, Hoseok began gyrating his hips against it, a low purr rumbling from his throat. His wolf had partially taken over, causing him to act mindlessly on his inner desires.
He clawed at Taehyung’s leg, desperate for his touch and attention. “I-I can be such a good Omega for you. I’ll take such good care of you. Like I promised I would. Like I promise I can. I-I know I made a mistake, I know I hurt you. And I’m so, so sorry. I never meant for this to happen, it’s not your fault, I just-...” the Omega paused then, choking on his words and sobbing into the fabric of Taehyung’s jeans.
The man still hadn’t responded, and Hoseok was panicking. What was he thinking? Would he believe him? Would he...would he leave?
Tentatively, Hobi looked up and found his Alpha staring down at him blankly. His tears had since dried, and his eyes, no longer smoldering, had dulled considerably.
“Get off my leg, Hoseok.”
Hobi jerked away sharply, tears trailing dark streaks down his cheeks in a torrent. He couldn’t respond, too shocked and hurt by Taehyung’s words.
He called him Hoseok. Taehyung nevercalled him by his full name. Out of both respect and love.
It was by far the worst thing he’d ever done to him.
Still stunned, he barely registered as his Alpha started moving toward the door. His hand had just touched the knob, however, when Taehyung heard a sharp click right behind his head. Eyes shooting crimson, he turned slowly, face twisting in anger when met with the sight of an equally furious Hoseok pointing their loaded .44 Magnum at his face.
“You are not leaving me. I won’t let you.” Hoseok spoke lowly, his words firm and tone even.
A low growl began building in Taehyung’s chest, so deep it left Hoseok, who was connected to Tae by their mating bond, slightly rattled. His hands began shaking slightly, but his eyes remained their cold blue color.
“Put the gun down Hoseok-”
“STOP FUCKING CALLING ME THAT!”The Omega yelled, his hands becoming steady and gaze even more steely. He remained unaware of the tears that unwittingly slipped from his eyes, too caught up in the rush of adrenaline flowing rapidly through his veins.
“Now,” Hoseok began speaking slowly. “You’re going to move away from that door and take a seat on the couch. Then, we are going to talk about this like sensible adults. I will not let you abandon me over something so ridiculous.”
Taehyung was still for a few moments, eyes turning ruby before, in a swift rush of motion, he ducked low and lunged at Hobi’s mid-rift.
The Omega screamed, gun falling to the floor.
“T-TAE! LET ME GO!”
Instead of complying, the man wrestles Hobi onto his stomach, forcing his arms behind him in an uncomfortable position. The little Omega kicks and shouts in defiance, eyes smoldering sapphire.
“W-what are you doing?! Are you gonna tie me up? You can’t leave me! DON’T LEAVE ME! Please Tae, please, I’ll-...I’ll take good care of you, of your heart. I won’t let anyone else near me. I’ll kill every one of those other Alphas to prove it to you. I-is that what you want? Tell me how to fix it, tell me how-how I can make this better for you. For US. I love you so, so much. I can prove it! You can-you can h-hurt me. Kick me, beat me, punch me, step on me, whatever you want. Treat me like a toy, just a thing. One of your possessions. I’d do it for you.”
Hobi is nearly salivating at the mouth, his eyes, while still hot, are glazed and unfocused as he begins babbling. By now he is still, body jerking randomly from tension.
Grunting, Taehyung stands, lifting the boy with him. Hobi is unsteady on his feet, swaying lightly. Without speaking, Tae begins walking him to their basement door. Entering, the two make their way precariously down the stairs, Tae flipping on the lights as they go.
Their basement is fully furnished, with finished walls and lights fixtures aplenty. The space is open, with a separate room to the left . Heading towards that room, Taehyung unceremoniously throws Hoseok inside, the Omega whimpering pain as he roughly hits the carpeted floor. Scrambling up, he scoots backwards until his back hits the opposite wall, eyes staring up at Taehyung with mild terror and obvious desperation.
“Tae-...”
“Shut up,” Taehyung growls, eyes flashing momentarily. Hoseok is quiet immediately, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.
“Welcome to your new home. You will stay here until I deem you deserve to come back upstairs, if that’s ever what I decide. With each day of your punishment, I want you to reflect on your actions: how poorly you’ve treated me, how greatly you betrayed my trust. You should also think about how kind I am, kind enough to dump you here instead of out on the street where you’d be vulnerable. As time passes, if you maintain good behavior and don’t attempt to escape, you will earn one piece of furniture. I will give you a blanket and pillow to start, since I’m not a heartless monster. Access to the bathroom will be limited, and you will need to press this button,” he points to a large green button on the wall behind him, “when you need to go. I may not always answer. In a situation like that, you have a bucket in the corner. Try to time bowel movements and such accordingly.”
“You can’t lock me up like this! I’m not...I’m not an animal. How-...how do I know you won’t leave me?” Hobi’s voice falters and he curls in on himself.
In a few quick strides, Taehyung crossed the threshold into the room and crouched down in front of Hobi. Gripping his chin, the brunette peered deep into his small partner’s eyes.
“I think you got something wrong. You are an animal. A bitch, and seemingly one in heat. If I leave you, know that you more than deserve it. That should not be your primary concern. Meditating on your actions and recognizing your wrong should be the only thing you worry about from now on.”
Releasing Hoseok’s chin, Taehyung stalks back to the door, turning to speak over his shoulder one last time. Hobi shivers and cowers, eyes wide in terror and sorrow. He nearly breaks into tears upon hearing Taehyung’s words.
“Is it bad, Hobi, that despite it all, I still love you?”
With that, the door slams shut, and the hollow sound echoes down the hallway.