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At some point, Jeongguk became someone special.

One wouldn’t think twice about how an omega like him could become the star of the show, how the sultry, tempting, sinful whore like him could become the center of attention, the one that garnered power. But one would think that Jeongguk was just like all the other waiters and dancers in a den that reeked of vices.

Oh, was he a lucky one. Jeongguk knew he was special, but he never knew that he was lucky. His co-workers would tell him that he’s got the golden ticket, that it’s his chance at a luxurious and easy life.

That’s what they all had to say about him. It’s just that Jeongguk knew better.

Red. It was such a simple and somehow shabby name for such a prestigious club that they work in. At the same time, having such a discreet name is a must. Jeongguk knew their clientele well. A place where some of the richest and most powerful alphas come to indulge in their wealth and vices, away from the prying eyes of the public. Red prided itself on secrecy; whatever gossip they had to say, stays within the den.

In Red, Jeongguk was just another waiter, another dancer that dressed in pretty skirts and black lace. All various uniforms across their staff, so as long as they follow the dress code. Jeongguk was always the one in a black lace shirt with long sleeves and a red high-waisted skirt, a pair of fishnets and heels to wrap it all up.

He doesn’t like to give all his surprises away. To gain more clients, he leaves plenty to the imagination. Alphas could only gawk and stare at the omega as he strutted through the club, thighs flexing each time his heels clicked against the marbled floor.

They could stare at him like he was their next meal, shower him with half-assed compliments, wave their money in his face all they wanted, but Jeongguk was always reserved in advance. As Jeongguk held a tray with one arm up, poised as always, circling the area with champagne, he scanned for his client. 

Alphas left and right wolfed out his name, but Jeongguk had only given them a cold shoulder. Bitch. Slut. Pretty thing. When had these alphas gotten so pathetic? Jeongguk was never one to anticipate yet he heard through the hushed whispers of loose-lipped clients that he was back in town. The man who had reserved him three weeks ago still hadn’t come to collect.

Red wasn’t too crowded since only those at the top of the hierarchy could make it in. Few vacant tables and leather couches here and there, yes. Except it was the scent of alphas mixing in the air that made the place feel so stuffy and intolerable.

He’d learn to get used to it. Jeongguk is a seasoned staff, after all. But despite the headache-inducing concoction of scents in the air, he could pick out that one specific scent anywhere.

Clean. Subtle. Confidence. All alphas had a poor excuse of that last trait, but not like this one. 

Not like Seokjin.

Jeongguk took in one small breath and he knew he had finally come.

The clients who had been trying to gain his attention followed his train of thought. Co-workers who had a disliking for the omega had to look away to quell their envy. When Seokjin made his reappearance, Jeongguk was almost always there to welcome him.

As he passed on the tray to another waitress, Jeongguk walked with interest, swaying his hips just slightly. Seokjin was dressed in something more simple tonight, black button-down tucked into black slacks; an outfit that made him seem so respectable despite its simplicity. It was all in the way he carried himself amongst the alphas present.

He had such a handsome face, too. But looks can be so deceiving. Seokjin was a dangerous man.

When they finally entered each other’s radius, Jeongguk bowed to him before properly facing him. “Would you like something to drink, Seokjin-ssi?”

“A glass of water will do,” he answered, dark eyes already drinking in the omega’s features. Seokjin turned back to his company, nodding them off. “And a private room, please.”

They were subtle in their actions, but everyone knew what came next as Jeongguk led the alpha to his desired room, past thick, black curtains that led to hallways with black doors to match, but none of them were the rooms he had requested. 

Deeper down the hallways led to the VIP suites. There were only a handful of them and they cost a fortune for one night. A pair of red double-doors greeted them, a familiar sight for both of them, really. The moment those doors closed behind them, Seokjin would always make sure to lock them, not wanting any interruptions.

It was just the two of them again.

“Thought you’d never come,” Jeongguk told him, appearing nonchalant but Seokjin could smell relief oozing out of him. The alpha hummed, hearing the reproach. It had been two weeks.

“Things happened. I’m sorry, love,” Seokjin said. He sounded exhausted, but his shoulders relaxed as he inhaled the omega’s scent. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“You paid to reserve me for three weeks yet never showed up to pick up what you ordered,” he retorted, turning to the neatly made bed waiting for them. “While I have no qualms about the pay I received, things can get so boring here when other clients aren’t allowed to entertain me.”

“Would you rather I no longer reserve you?”

Jeongguk chortled at that. “No,” his eyes blinked up to meet Seokjin’s gaze. “But I would rather you actually show up when you do.”

“I’m sorry for making you wait then.” Seokjin grinned, that sweet and charming grin that wasn’t at all like what his eyes were displaying. “Get on the bed and let me apologize for making you wait, sweetheart.”

He always loved how Seokjin treated him. His words alone were enough to send electricity down his spine for what’s about to come next, and his actions⏤now that made Jeongguk feel giddy. He could smell the arousal in the air, a delicious mix of both their scents. Jeongguk was here to play. “I don’t know, Sir,” he purred. “Make me.”

This was a setup and he’s got the alpha falling for it.

Seokjin took the first step forward and those two weeks of waiting were finally out the door. Seokjin reached out to cup the omega’s face as he captured his lips in a hungry kiss, firm and assertive, like he’s been waiting just like him. Jeongguk kissed back eagerly, hands snaking around his broad shoulders, desperate to pull him closer until the distance was too much to handle, that Seokjin moved his hands from his face to his thighs and lifted him right off his feet.

It was exhilarating . Jeongguk dangled from his arms like he weighed nothing to him, crossing his ankles behind his back. They kissed hot and heavy, tongue and teeth like they’ve been starving this whole time. The distance from point A to point Bed was too much that Seokjin pressed him up to the nearest wall, making the omega’s head thump against it with a light thud. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

Jeongguk breathed out when the alpha suckled on his bottom lip, lightly nipping at it before he kissed him again. Seokjin gripped his thighs tight enough that he was sure to leave bruises, sliding him further up against the wall so he could feel his throbbing length. The omega whined. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

The alpha chuckled, kissing down his neck. “I wasn’t gone that long, love,” he murmured, grinding against him, earning a breathless moan. “You've been so patient for me.”

Jeongguk felt adrenaline rush through him as his hands blindly reached for the buttons of his shirt, impatiently undoing one at a time, gasping when the other sucked a pretty bruise on unmarked skin. It was merely a distraction. Jeongguk managed to undo all the buttons in no time, pushing the piece of clothing off his shoulders. 

He was met with scarred yet beautiful skin, his hands roaming the expanse of his toned chest with desire. “Seokjin, please.” His mouth watered at the sight. “I missed you.”

“I know.” Seokjin carried him away from the wall, finally laying him down on soft sheets, lifting the skirt up to find pretty lace panties around his leaking cock. “I missed you too, sweetheart.” He took a step back to admire what stunning beauty the omega had, just as Jeongguk raked his eyes down his exposed chest. 

Seokjin let his shirt slide off his shoulders, rolling out his neck around to relieve some of the stress. “Remove this, but leave the skirt on.”

Jeongguk felt giddy. He had a sight to admire as he lifted his legs up, pulling the pretty lingerie off teasingly, making sure Seokjin had a sight to admire as well. The lace dropped to the floor and so did his heels. “Don’t keep me waiting, Sir.”

“I’m sure you can wait a bit longer.” Seokjin reached down to undo his belt, the sound of the buckle rattling causing goosebumps to appear in his skin. Shoes were off, his slacks were off, but he had the nerve to leave one last article of clothing on. The outline of his cock didn’t make Jeongguk any less patient, and he knew it. “After all, I get to have you all to myself for the whole night.”

Jeongguk liked the sound of that. So he turned around, back facing the alpha as he sat on his knees. “Unzip this for me?” The other did so without comment. Jeongguk took a deep breath in, noting something else in the air, something completely different from their scents. “You had business before coming here.”

It wasn’t a question. 

Seokjin gently removed the lace shirt from the omega. “You always had a sharp nose,” he remarked. “Does it matter that I did?” Calloused hands brushed over his soft skin, curling a hand around the curve that connected his neck to his shoulder, tapping a finger against his collarbone. “You know who I am, Jeongguk.”

Just a small utterance of his name sounded like the Devil whispering into his ears. “I know,” he whispered. “I don’t normally have my clients come to me with the stench of blood on their hands.”

“Should I go wash my hands then?”

A small chortle. “No,” he answered, turning around to look at the alpha. “The smell will be gone by the time we’re done.”

He still kept a hand around him, now around his neck, his grip loose. “It's a shame. I could easily take you away from this place,” Seokjin gazed at him through lustful eyes. “Why spend another night in this shithole?”

“I’m not helpless,” Jeongguk said coldly, taking another deep breath to calm himself. “I’m not weak.”

“Oh, I know that well, sweetheart.” Seokjin had never taken a liking to indulging in sex with the omegas who work in Red, let alone a private show, but Jeongguk somehow became an exception; enticing, daring. “But the people who lurk in this den won’t be as kind as I am,” he tightened his grip by a fraction. “They won’t treat you like I do.”

“I’m not yours either, Seokjin.”

If the omega felt his fingers twitch, then he made no indication of. “I suppose you aren’t,” Seokjin lowered his hands to his hips, pushing him back into the center of the bed as he crawled into bed with him. “But you know that I’m right.”

And he does. Jeongguk knows that he’s right, that no other person could treat him the way Seokjin does.

He never knew what he was getting himself into all those months ago when he purposely walked into Seokjin’s field of view. That man was the only one who never bothered to get his attention, acting as if he wanted nothing to do with Red, but had no choice because it’s where he most often frequented to hold business. Jeongguk had an inkling that Seokjin was nothing but trouble, but with a face so pretty and lack of the need to flaunt his status as an alpha was so attractive.

The money was no joke, but really, it was merely a bonus to him.

Spreading his legs apart, Seokjin pressed a thumb to his rim, a smug expression on his face from the amount of slick dripping from his hole. “Already? I barely touched you, sweetheart,” he hummed, setting aside the teasing in favor of pushing in two fingers. Jeongguk always came prepared on the weekends. “Such a pretty hole waiting to get wrecked.”

Jeongguk’s body jerked when the alpha impatiently shoved his fingers in knuckle-deep. “Seokjin .”

He clicked his tongue at that. “You better address me properly, sweetheart,” he warned, not that there were strict rules he set for the omega, but it was that rush of pleasure they both got out of it for similar reasons. Seokjin took his sweet time loosening up his hole, listening to the other whine, begging him to hurry up. Not that he listened. He adored watching Jeongguk trying to remain as composed as he could be, but was slowly starting to lose it.

When he felt like he drew it out long enough, Seokjin took his fingers out and reached for a pitcher of water, pouring himself a glass. “On your knees, love.” The skirt barely kept his ass decent, slick dripping down his thick thighs. Seokjin pushed the fabric upwards before spanking him without warning, earning a startled moan. 

“Sir,” Jeongguk mewled, sinking further on his front. “Please .”

“Patience was never your strong suit, no?”

“Not when you’re taking forever⏤fuck!” The omega received another smack to his ass, the sting lingering more than the previous. “Please, Sir. I’ve been patient.”

“Have you?” He chuckled, finally setting down the glass of water, finding a comfortable position for both of them. “Such a pretty omega, you are, sweetheart. Always so eager to take my knot,” he teased the tip of his cock around his entrance. “Couldn’t stop thinking about how you cried like a bitch last time we were in this room.”

Jeongguk tried pushing back against the alpha, but Seokjin prevented him from doing so. The omega groaned in frustration. “Thought you were going to apologize for making me wait?”

“I was, but where’s the fun in giving you what you want?”

If Seokjin was going to be that way, then so way Jeongguk. “Think you’re so fucking special with your goddamn knot when all the alphas out there could get the job done, begging to fuck me in this room,” he spat, knowing that it would simply push the alpha’s buttons. “You’re not the only one who can afford me, Sir.”

But if Jeongguk was going to act that way, then Seokjin was going to retaliate accordingly .

Wrapping a firm hand around his neck, Seokjin shoved his cock inside with a snarl, making the omega cry. Seokjin leaned in close, ignoring the whimpers at his sudden intrusion, knowing very well that Jeongguk still had to adjust to his girth. He ignored his tears and growled into his ear. “Is that how you’re going to be, sweetheart?”

Jeongguk writhed as he felt his pulse spike. "Are you going waste my time?" He tried to say menacingly, but it came out weak and breathy. "You're just another alpha with a knot."

The tight grip around his neck prevented him from speaking further. “You and I both know that those alphas desperate to fuck your tight little hole couldn’t satisfy you like I can,” he sneered. “All you want is a fat cock with a knot to fill you up. Sweetheart, tell me right now that you’d take a stranger’s knot than mine,” his grip loosened. “Choose the first and I’ll give you to the first alpha I see. Would you like that?"

Jeongguk whined, feeling more tears prick at his eyes from how desperate he needed him to move. “Sir, that's not what⏤please.”

“You think I wouldn’t walk right out of this room and leave you feeling so empty and desperate for my knot? Think I wouldn’t ignore you even if you’re crying and begging for me to fuck you because none of those pathetic alphas could satisfy you?”

"I didn't mean⏤I'm sorry."

His fingers move up to curl around his hair, tugging him back, making him wince. "What was that?"

“I’m sorry!” The omega finally gave in, sobbing hard, his body trembling with the need to come so bad. “I’m sorry, Sir. Please, I-I didn’t mean it⏤don’t want anyone else.”

Seokjin gave him one sharp thrust, enough to coax out another cry. “Do better.”

“Just want your knot, S-Sir. Only yours.” He mewled, feeling fire scorch his veins. “No one compares. No one makes⏤makes me f-full like you, Seokjin. I’m sorry ,” his chest heaved, suddenly overwhelmed from his desperation to get fucked stupid and the sudden release of Seokjin’s pheromones, something that only ever gets released when he’s pissed. It was heavy, mind-numbing in a good way. This was what Jeongguk was after. “Please, Sir .”

It went silent for a moment, long enough that he could hear both their heartbeats. 

But in the next breath, Seokjin pinned the omega back down by the back of his neck and started fucking him with abandon, making sure that he could feel every inch of his cock with each thrust. “Practically my own bitch at this point,” he growled, keeping a vice-like grip on his hips that bruises were starting to form. Seokjin wasn’t holding back at all.

Jeongguk wasn’t holding back either. His moans were loud enough that anyone who passed by the suites could hear how Seokjin’s name kept tumbling out of his mouth like a desperate prayer. Two weeks of not seeing each other and Jeongguk was crying like a bitch. Again.

The thing was that he was already coming in no time, with Seokjin repeatedly ramming into his prostate, fat fucking cock and all. The thing was that Jeongguk was already coming yet Seokjin wouldn’t relent.

“Sir, s’too much, please. ”

“You asked for this, sweetheart. So fucking take it.” 

He felt his body tremble with pure pleasure, clawing at the sheets as he tried to ground himself from the impact, wanting to squirm away because of his sensitive state but Seokjin kept him in place. The sound of skin against skin mixed in with their moans made his body flush with heat. Jeongguk was a goner.

Seokjin fucked him in such a carnal manner, bent over his back as he growled into his ear, nails starting to dig into his flesh, teeth grazing over his neck. In times like these, Jeongguk felt more like prey, that Seokjin could eat him whole if he wanted to.

Jeongguk couldn’t walk away from this even if he wanted to.

Those nights where Seokjin wouldn’t come to the club always left him feeling empty and craving for more. The only vice Jeongguk ever indulged himself in was Seokjin himself.

He could easily take his hand and let himself be taken away from this hellhole, but that small, rational part of him kept telling him no over and over again. Seokjin is a dangerous man; a criminal, murderer. They said that Jeongguk should feel lucky for calling the attention of someone as powerful as Seokjin, but why were his instincts telling him that only trouble would follow?

And yet, even stripped down to their most animalistic state, Jeongguk still presented himself before the alpha and Seokjin chewed it all up like the greedy man he was. When he felt the knot start to form, Seokjin grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged his head back.

“Is this what you waited for, sweetheart? To take my fat knot and get filled up with my cum?” he mouthed along his back, feeling his back muscles flex beneath him. 

“Yes, Sir,” Jeongguk gasped when the swell of his knot caught on his rim, meeting his rhythm as he rocked back on his cock. “Fuck, please, please, please. N-Need your knot so fucking bad, Sir.”

The alpha chuckled lowly. “You say you aren’t mine, but it’s always my cock you’re begging for.”

The omega barely had half a mind to think about what he said. Jeongguk’s moans raised an octave higher when he felt the knot press against his hole, the same tight pressure building up in his abdomen, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. His words became incoherent; slurred and nonsensical, but begging all the same.

“You want it?”

Jeongguk sobbed, nodding his head frantically. “Please, Sir. I want it so ba-ad. I’m⏤I can’t⏤” he couldn’t piece his thoughts together, but only one thought came to mind as all rational left him delirious with pleasure. “I-I’m yours. I’ve always been yours⏤Seokjin, please.”

Whether or not he knew if those words carried any truth to them, there wasn’t room for either of them to think about it. Seokjin had let out a possessive snarl before shoving his knot past his rim, low growls in his chest as Jeongguk screamed into the mattress, coming hard. Seokjin emptied his load into the omega’s already-sopping wet hole. His pheromones were flooding his senses, falling into that alpha headspace he rarely lets Jeongguk witness.

In the midst of it all, Seokjin let his instincts take over and clamped his teeth down on Jeongguk’s shoulder, an almost-mating mark, an almost-claim on the omega. It was so reckless and dangerous, yet it only left Jeongguk boneless and burning with desire.

He could have claimed him. He could have claimed him at this very moment, but he didn’t.

Jeongguk was too high from his libido that he couldn’t even piece together a coherent thought. All he could focus on was how Seokjin had pulled away, licking over the fresh wound apologetically, the scent of blood in the air. His blood. “I’m sorry, love,” he muttered, kissing his mark. “Got too carried away.”

The omega felt like he used too much of his energy already, like he said too much. “Sir?” he slurred, just about ready to collapse on his front. “Can we lie down?”

When he felt like he lapped up all the blood from the wound, he gently maneuvered them so that they were laying on their side, spooning. It’ll take a while until his knot goes down and they both know that. Seokjin sighed. “You smell like me now.”

Jeongguk hummed, eyes feeling heavy. Why am I so tired? “Hyung?” No one would ever call Seokjin that, let alone in public, but they were away from the prying ears. They were alone. “I’m sleepy.”

“We can rest as long as you want. The suite’s mine until sunrise,” he replied. And so are you, he wanted to add. But he chose to keep it to himself, listening to the omega’s heartbeat begin to slow down, his breathing evening out. “Are you okay, Jeongguk? I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“No, it was amazing, hyung. I’m just tired.” It was the truth, but not the entire truth. “Let me sleep for a bit then we can shower.”

By the time they did get in the shower, his knot finally coming down and all, the rather lavish bathroom greeted them as well as the toiletry bag Jeongguk left for whenever Seokjin reserved a VIP room. This room was just as familiar as the club.

Seokjin took the courtesy of carrying the omega, who was still in his dreams, but tried to wake up on the way there. He let him down on his feet, where the first thing he did was take the toilet while the alpha turned on the shower to start heating up the water. “There’s a gala that I’ll be attending next weekend,” he mentioned. “I’ll be needing a date.”

Jeongguk hummed. “Payments should be made three days in advance.”

“I’ll be sure to have it transferred tomorrow,” he looked at Jeongguk through the mirror. The omega finally stood up, flaunting his beautiful bare body with hints of bruises on his hips and an angry bite mark on his shoulder. Their eyes met in the reflection. “Be careful in the meantime. There’s a gang that’s been acting up and stealing from our warehouses,” he warned him. “Are you sure that you don’t want me to send one of my men to watch you?”

“I’m not one of your own, hyung,” Jeongguk said quietly, coming up to the mirror. “I can take care of myself.”

But he might as well be one of his own. Eleven months. Almost a year. Seokjin has known him for almost a year. Jeongguk has familiarized himself with his executives, with his work, with his preferences. “You don’t have to be associated with us at all. It’s merely for your own protection, but I would⏤”

“Seokjin hyung,” he started. “Don’t.”

He dropped the entire topic altogether. “Okay,” he sighed. “I’ll stop.”

“You know, I think you’re missing the entire point of why I think you should take Seokjin’s offer.”

“Hyung,” Jeongguk exasperated, setting down his hairbrush, his look for tonight finally complete; silk red dress and stilettos, courtesy of Seokjin himself, his hair long enough that he decided to give it soft curls. He looked good. He looked expensive . His roommate-slash-co-worker stared at him through the vanity in concern, but Jeongguk wouldn’t change his mind. “I don’t want to be associated with those kinds of criminals.”

“You literally work in Red and sleep with one of the most prominent mafia bosses alive,” Yoongi retorted. Of course, he had all the facts ready when he needed. “I’m just worried for you, Jeongguk.”

“Why are people always worried about me?” he snapped. “Hyung, you’re not the first of our staff to tell me this. Even Seokjin kept nagging me about this. What makes you all think that I can’t handle myself against a couple of alphas? You’ve seen what I can do.”

“Jeongguk-ah, you don’t get it. All these powerful gangs and mafias? They’re no joke. You’re closely tied to Kim Seokjin now, heir to the Kim Family, the fucking mafia family. You’re a target now,” the older omega explained, suddenly standing from the bedside. “When they find out that you’re a weakness, there’ll be people all over town plotting to get their hands on you. Kim can’t provide you the right protection if you’re not a part of the family.”

Yoongi hesitated. “You’ve got a good knowledge of self-defense from all your years of training, you’ve got the brains, and you’ve got the build. But when it comes down to a point where you have to outsmart multiple men just to save yourself⏤they’re going to come after you.”

“It won’t come to that.” The omega shook his head, trying to convince both Yoongi and himself. “It won’t come down to that. I’ve known him for almost a year, and nothing’s happened to me.” Somehow, a part of him believed that he'd already jinxed it. His phone rang. “Please, just drop it, hyung. I have to go now.”

He knew Yoongi still wasn’t convinced, yet he chose not to speak about it. “Have a great night with Seokjin, then,” was all he said before retreating to his own room.

Jeongguk had never mentioned that it was Seokjin he was seeing tonight. But then again, who else could it be?

He took his purse and took the elevator to the basement parking. It’s more discreet that way. Seokjin took his black car again, the one that smelled expensive inside with matching black leather seats, the one that he took if he was going to pick him up personally. 

The alpha waited for him outside his car. He was dressed for the occasion; an all-black tux that was cleanly pressed, accentuating his stature. It wasn’t anything flashy nor obnoxious, but it was perfect for someone who had a reputation like him. Seokjin even had his hair slick back to make him seem more respectable, more mature. “You look beautiful, love.”

Jeongguk knew everyone else would shower him with those praises out of courtesy, but everytime Seokjin said it, it felt sincere. And he didn’t know what to make of that. “You look quite dashing yourself, hyung.”

“Why, thank you,” he opened the door for the omega, waiting for him to get inside before he slid back into the driver’s seat. “I suppose the payments I made were suffice?”

He let out a wry chuckle. “You didn’t pay for sex,” his eyes darted towards him. “Strictly business?”

“I didn’t think the occasion called for it,” Seokjin locked gazes with the omega, trying to bite back a grin as he started the engine. “I rarely get to attend these events, so I figured I’d enjoy the occasion and have someone pretty on my arm when I do.”

“You flatter me, hyung.” Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “Who else that I know will be attending?”

“Park and his secretary, Taehyung.” Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung. It’s no secret that the CEO of Park Holdings would always take his beloved secretary to events like these, where the rich would come to make nice with those more powerful than them, to set boundaries. Jeongguk knew Park Jimin was merely a front for the Kim family. It was practically an open secret that they’re the main shareholders of the company.

Oh, but were they lethal. He remembered meeting Jimin once back at Red, eyes sharp and filled with nothing but animosity despite his sweet, angelic smile. He remembered how he came to Red right after finishing business, the scent of blood still fresh on his hands.

( “Is this the one?” Jimin had asked Seokjin, examining the omega with dark eyes, like he could eat him up just like he did with the person he took care of. Even if Jeongguk did nothing but meet his heavy gaze, it somehow appeased the alpha. “He’s a special one. I like him.” )

He’s met Taehyung a couple of times, though. They meet outside work often, sometimes they get waffles and bubble tea together. The beta can give him some semblance of normal when he’s not tasked to take out someone else.

It’s not like he’s afraid of them.

( “You could easily kill Jimin if you wanted to.”

Taehyung blinked up at him innocently. “Why would I want to kill the only good thing I have in this world?” )

Concerned, rather. “And Namjoon?” he wondered. “Him and Tae are your brothers, right? And Hoseok is one of your main hitmen?”

Now those two⏤if anything, they were probably the least intimidating out of Seokjin’s executives. Hoseok and Namjoon dealt with the weapons, providing nothing but the highest quality to their men. He’s met them twice, always together, both betas. 

And though they appear to be the least intimidating, the way their hands felt told a completely different story.

“Adoptive. We were all adopted,” he said nonchalantly. “He’ll be there, too. Just not in places you could see along with Hoseok-ah. They’d rather not have any witnesses,” Seokjin leaned back in his seat, glancing at him when they approached a red light. “You seem to be familiar with my executives. Not that they’re not going to bite.”

“I know that.” You would’ve chewed their heads off if they did. “I don’t know. I just feel like I can befriend them.”

“You can. They’ve taken a liking towards you, after all.”

“Because I’m that omega you fuck from Red?”

“Because you’re not scared of them.”

If he was going to be honest, what was there to be scared of? Jeongguk just knew that they would never harm him because he never gave them a reason to. They seem like reasonable and kind men. Hoseok takes him shopping, Namjoon likes to tell him about the new books he read, Taehyung dotes on him, Jimin calls him pretty; they’re not giving him a reason to be afraid, but that illusion could easily shatter with one wrong move.

But Seokjin would never allow them to hurt you, now would he? When the stoplight turned green, Jeongguk took a deep breath, trying to relax in his seat. “Is there anything I should keep in mind for the gala?”

Seokjin hummed, tapping a finger against the wheel. “Stay close to me and don’t entertain other alphas,” he said sternly. “In the case I have to tend to something privately, I’ll leave you with Jimin and Taehyung, maybe Hoseok if he’s close by but he’s on watch with Namjoon. Other than that, I’d rather you don’t stray away from me, sweetheart.”

“Worried that another alpha might steal me from your hands?”

The alpha laughed, almost condescending if one listened closely. “You think I’d let you?” he gave him a sly grin. “No one in their right minds would try to take you. And if they did, you and I both know what happens next.”

Jeongguk nestled into the seat, reclining it back. “I’m expensive goods, hyung. Better take good care of me tonight.”

Seokjin didn’t even spare him a glance. “I always take care of you,” he said, but Jeongguk could hear it. That sure confidence and cockiness that only ever manifested in his presence. “The only time I don’t is when you ask otherwise.”

It was lust at first sight for Jeongguk⏤when he first locked gazes with Seokjin.

When he first met him.

After working in Red for so long, he’d begun to find certain scents more familiar than the other. The specific scent, one that smelled like the sea tinged with blood, he caught a few whiffs of it before when he did his rounds with drinks.

There were certain times when he rarely served a specific area in the club, but since Yoongi had to take a three-day leave to deal with personal affairs, Jeongguk was put in his rounds instead. Dressed in his signature look, but this time without the stockings⏤he had gotten waxed the other day, so he was feeling rather indulgent⏤he found himself bringing a tray of drinks to a table closer to the walls than the center, where most alphas would stay to watch the pretty omegas strut around.

Yoongi never told him about the clients that resided in that spot. He knew he served them after he informed him about what drinks were always requested, how they liked it, that he should be careful with that bunch.

If looks could kill, Jeongguk-ah, he had said in an amused tone. Be careful.

When he walked up to their table, he scanned their faces quick enough to burn them into their memory. There was a blondie of short stature holding a quite taller man close to him. Another tall and deliciously built man next to someone who had a smaller frame, but his sharp looks were enough to kill. Like it was always scanning for a weakness, an opening. They were all staring at one specific man, sitting in the center of their attention.

Then he remembered Yoongi’s words in his head. “Master Kim?” he called, gaining everyone’s attention as he circled the leather couches, setting the tray of drinks on the glass table. “Yoongi-ssi is out tonight, so I’ll be in his place for the meantime. Call me Bun,” he grinned, charming and sweet. “But you can call me anything you want.”

All eyes on him, but the one that caught his attention was the one who he referred to as Master Kim . In the moment of music playing in the background, alphas chattering and hollering left and right, scents and pheromones stuffing the air⏤

For the first time, Jeongguk wanted someone.

“Bun was it?” The way the nickname left those lips of his felt like a spell. “Can’t say I’ve seen you around.”

Master Kim’s name is Kim Seokjin. Don’t use it unless permitted, understand? Jeongguk shook his head. “I could say the same to you, Master Kim. My services are stationed out there in the center,” he glanced over his shoulder, finding the mess of horny alphas whistling over their take for the night. He wrinkled his nose. “I quite like this area better.”

Seokjin reached for his drink, uncrossing his legs, and oh , did that make Jeongguk want to take a seat . “I’ll be sure to make the most of your services, Bun,” he nodded him off, taking a sip from his whiskey. “Thank you, that would be all for now.”

His shift was only getting started as more alphas came pouring in. Friday nights were always the busiest, but it’s when he garnered the most tips. It wasn’t that hard, honestly. Just a small twirl that caused the skirt to flow upwards as he served the third and fourth round of drinks, and the wolves would whistle their praise as they tucked bills into the band of his skirt.

Some have tried to get a touch of his thighs that he prided himself on, but he would simply sway away from their hold and flash an innocent smile, “Awh, I’m expensive goods, alpha ,” he giggled, fake yet sugary-sweet. “It’s going to cost you a lot.”

“Are you, now?” The omega turned on his heel to see Seokjin watching him from the leather couch, like he found amusement in watching him prance around and steal money from the alpha’s pockets. “Another whiskey on the rocks, please? And another round of drinks for my men.”

The other alpha huffed in annoyance as Jeongguk eagerly went to clear the table, purposely bending over in Seokjin’s direction thanks to the height of the table. One of his men snickered, the blonde one. “Naughty bunny.”

“I would do no such thing,” he pouted,

The blondie laughed in delight, nudging the man by his side. “Go on, baby. Tip the pretty boy.”

That man was clearly not an alpha, Jeongguk could smell that much, but his intense gaze and demeanour was enough to pass him as one. Even though he thought he was an alpha at first glance, he screamed silent but deadly. That, or Seokjin was powerful enough to have Red make a few exceptions. The place was strictly an alpha-only club. 

Jeongguk waltzed over to the beta, where he gave him a curious gaze. “You’re too kind,” he grinned as Taehyung chuckled at his playful tone, tucking plenty of bills into the elastic, but not without letting it slap back against his back. “Ow. Don’t tease, sir!”

“Oh, he and Yoongi are definitely friends,” the beefy one mused. “He’s a stunning one. He smells like him, too, Hoseok.”

Hoseok was the name of the man with the sharp eyes and jaw ⏤oh dear, that jaw could cut his finger. “Only the pretty ones flock together, huh?” Jeongguk was simply soaking in the attention because there’s something about this bunch that made him feel good , like he wouldn’t mind putting on a show if it meant earning more praise and compliments, never mind the tips. It’s not every night he gets to enjoy himself.

“You’re all too kind,” he said, acting flustered until his eyes laid upon the man in the center, quite possibly the one in power. “And what about you, Master Kim? Do I get nothing from you?”

Seokjin simply gave him a raised eyebrow. “It will take more to get a few praises out of me, sweetheart.” So he’s challenging him. Jeongguk loved a challenge. “I’m curious as to see how you would do so.”

It’s not all the time an alpha plays hard to get. That’s his job. His next play would simply be what he does best. “Why don’t I give you a private dance, Master Kim? I’m sure I’ll be able to change your mind,” he grinned. “If it’s not up to standard, then consider it free.”

The alpha chuckled, shaking his head as if he found the whole thing amusing. “And who am I to decline?” He stood up and his presence was much bigger than he anticipated. “Help yourselves to some drinks while I’m gone. Don’t cause any trouble.”

The sound of cheers from his men drowned out the moment Jeongguk led him by his hand, taking him to one of the private rooms past the black curtains in the back. He chose the one at the very end of the hall, his usual room of choice, making sure he locked the door as he ushered him to the couch behind the table rather than the chair or the bed.

It was easier to feel them up this way.

Jeongguk put on his go-to music, and it was showtime. Seokjin gave him his full attention, never taking his eyes off him, keen eyes watching him kneel before him. He had such pretty doe-eyes that had a mix of both innocence and lust in them, staring back at him with nothing but desire as he pressed on his knees to raise himself up, his body moving fluidly to the music.

The omega was mesmerizing , he can say that much. Jeongguk rolled his hips just once, hands sliding up to his thighs. “Won’t you indulge me, Master?” he said in a sultry tone, taking his tie in his hand while straddling his legs, hips in sync with the deep bass playing in the background. “It’s not often I offer an alpha a private show.”

“Aren’t I a lucky one then?” he hummed, feeling his black tie loosen up thanks to the other. “Am I allowed to touch?”

Jeongguk nodded. “Be my guest.”

Seokjin let his hands roam his smooth and thick thighs, appreciating how toned they were, how firm they felt under his touch. From there, he moved to the buttons of his shirt, making sure to look at him for permission. “This too?” Jeongguk nodded yes. “My, my, you’re spoiling me, sweetheart.”

“I like it when you call me that,” he grinned, leaning just a tad bit closer. “Makes me feel special.”

“Yeah? What else do you like, sweetheart?” He blinked up to meet the omega’s heavy gaze, quickly undoing each button of his sheer top before he managed to get the last one out of the way. “You didn’t just get me alone to earn praise.”

When Jeongguk stood on his knees, shrugging his shirt off, he smoothly maneuvered himself so that his back was facing the alpha, pressing his ass down on his half-hard dick, feeling his adrenaline spike. Jeongguk glanced over his shoulder, biting his lip in mischief before saying, “I want a nice, handsome alpha like you to fuck me until I can’t walk, Master Kim.”

There it was, that stern growl of an alpha that made his spine tingle. But Seokjin’s was different. His growl was deep in his chest, tinged with mischief of his own when he laughed. “I’d be happy to indulge, baby.”

The alpha grabbed him by his hips and grinded against him, making the omega gasp. “You want this cock, pretty?” He teased into his ear. “Want to feel my knot stretch you out, hm?”

“Yes, Master Kim,” chills were sent through his body. Seokjin felt big, all nice and firm underneath his ass. He had to excuse himself briefly to get condoms from the side, but Seokjin shook his head no, like he made the wrong choice. “I’m sorry, but we’re not allowed⏤”

“I meant that the size isn’t big enough.”

Oh. Oh.

It was such a subtle sentence, at the same time, it spoke volumes in Jeongguk’s ears. His words echoed, but the omega stood there a little dumbfounded, trying to process what to do next until Seokjin decided that it was better to show him what he meant. 

And that included undoing his belt, finally unzipping his slacks to let his cock bob free and Jeongguk physically shuddered. “Fuck.”

“Hop to it, bunny.”

When he came back with a condom that would actually fit him⏤thankfully they had that in stock⏤Jeongguk had to drop down to his knees again, looking at him with pleading eyes because he’d be uncertain of when he’ll get a chance with him again. “Can I have a taste, Master Kim?”

Although, something told him that there would still be a next time. He combed his hair back with his fingers, tucking a few strands behind his ear. “Of course, baby.”

Call him a cockslut, but Jeongguk has a thing for pretty big cocks of handsome and decent men like Seokjin. Alphas who have decency and respect were always a bonus, but someone like Seokjin, who flaunted nothing , who kept everything to himself as if he saw no need to reestablish his status as an alpha⏤now those were the type who truly knew how to please someone like him.

Jeongguk eagerly lapped his tongue on the underside of his shaft, loving how it sat thick and heavy on his tongue without the support of his hands. He decided to swallow the head, trying to see how much of him he could fit in his mouth before he felt the tip bump against the back of his throat. Any further and he eventually choked. Not a lot, he concluded. So he wrapped his hand around the rest of him, loosening up his jaw, sucking him off properly as he bobbed his head.

It earned a pleased groan out of the other, his hands running through his hair encouragingly. “You look so pretty like this,” he whispered, his gaze dark and hungry. “So pretty, Jeongguk.”

Even his name sounded good when said from his lips. Jeongguk quickened his pace, letting out soft moans when Seokjin tugged at his hair. His lips felt numb, but he was too obsessed with the way the alpha moaned, how his cock throbbed inside his mouth. He would’ve kept going had Seokjin not pulled him away, earning a whine. “Easy, baby. I don’t want to cum just yet.”

Jeongguk looked too blissed out like this, spit dripping off his lips, eyes blown wide from the pheromones. Seokjin was always weak for such a pretty sight. “Bend over the table.”

“Oh, so you like it rough, Master Kim?” His voice was hoarse, but he followed either way. Jeongguk planted his forearms on the table, staring back at the alpha who, to his surprise, was getting on his knees. “Master Kim⏤”

“Am I the first one to have you tonight?”

“You are," he glanced back. "Why do you ask?”

“Good,” he flipped the skirt over, being met with pretty red lace panties. He pulled it down and spread his cheeks apart, letting out a low growl at the sight of his dripping hole. “I’ll give you something to remember in return then.”

Without a warning, Jeongguk gripped the edge of the table and moaned as Seokjin pressed his tongue to his taint. It was the last thing he expected. After all, he was just a whore in the eyes of those alphas. Why bother spoiling one? Jeongguk wanted to question why the sudden urge to treat him nicely, but all those questions were thrown aside in favor of him clawing at the table, trying to contain his noises.

Seokjin was a fucking menace. His tongue dipped in and out of his hole, the heat of his tongue against his rim only made him shudder, his cock kicking up whenever he fucked him with it that he couldn’t keep quiet.

It was likely he didn’t want him to be quiet. Seokjin pushed a finger past his rim, moving his tongue in sync with his finger, the room getting filled with Jeongguk’s breathless whines and moans, pushing his ass back whenever he could. “Gonna cum if you⏤oh f-fuck .”

And just like that, two fingers pressing against his prostate and the omega was climaxing all over his skirt, chest heaving and knees going weak . “Master Kim, please ,” he whined into his arm. “Want⏤Want to feel you inside me.”

“Getting to that, sweetheart,” the smugness in his tone was clear, but Jeongguk couldn’t find it in him to say anything. There wasn’t any need to stretch him out, he could manage just fine, lining himself up with his rim after rolling on the condom. He smoothened his hand over the omega’s back, hushing him gently. “Relax, baby.”

His heart was beating with anticipation. Jeongguk couldn’t relax at the first press of the tip, and he was still trying to come down from the orgasm, but Seokjin wanted to watch him crumble underneath him. The omega wished he’d prepared himself more before he started his shift, but then again he’d never expect this.

He was big, thick. The kind of thick that he could feel stretch him out as Seokjin pressed further until his pelvis connected with his ass. Jeongguk was a whimpering, sensitive mess, but Seokjin kissed along his neck to placate him. “Tell me when to move.”

It took some adjusting, but he managed. It’s simply been a while that he got someone who’s bigger than average. “You can move,” he rasped out. “Please, I might go insane.”

The thing about Seokjin that made him so memorable was that he wasn’t in a rush, wasn’t treating him like quick fuck. Jeongguk would always tell some staff who were curious about Kim Seokjin that he was a dream, that he fucked him like he means it, that he saw fucking stars. The first time was always the most memorable to him, because the standards have never been higher after this.

Seokjin had one hand on the table and the other on his waist as he thrusted into him roughly, snarling, his strokes deep and hard⏤could feel it with his entire body the impact of each thrust. Jeongguk sobbed against the table, desperately holding onto the edge. “God, you fuck me so good, Master Kim.”

The alpha groaned into his neck, trying his best not to litter the skin with marks. His knot was swelling up, making the omega whine each time it snagged at his rim. “Shit, you take me so well, baby,” he growled. “So tight around my cock, feels like heaven⏤”

Anyone who passed by their room in the hallway could hear just what was happening inside. The table rocked with them, the sound of their moans lost in the air, the sound of skin on skin loud in their ears. When Jeongguk couldn’t hold out any longer, Seokjin wasn’t faring any better, not when he gritted out a brief warning before he shoved his knot forward.

Their orgasms were hot and blinding, with Jeongguk outright crying into his arms from the pleasure and Seokjin growling loud into his ear, because the omega smells like him. He took his knot and smelled so much like him that it was starting to get to his head.

Had Jeongguk not slumped forward, completely spent on the table, then Seokjin might’ve gone for a second round.

“Master Kim, think⏤” 

“Just call me hyung.”

The omega paused, trying to collect his bearing. “Seokjin hyung,” he breathed, starting to feel sore down below, and legs about to give out. “You are literally the best fuck of my life.”

When the knot went down, Seokjin took the wipes from the side and cleaned them up to the best of his abilities, but Jeongguk’s skirt was stained with cum and Seokjin’s boxers were smeared with slick⏤thankfully, not the pants⏤and neither could find it in themselves to care. They just wanted to look decent before heading out.

The alpha picked his shirt off the floor and helped slide it on, buttoning it up while Jeongguk was still in his cloud of euphoria, still sitting on the edge of the table. “You good?”

It was cute that he asked. Jeongguk found him sweet, despite the manner of how he railed him just moments ago, but Seokjin seemed like such a sweet alpha (despite finding out later that he’s a fucking high-profile criminal). “I’m great,” he replied, blinking up at him. “Thank you.”

“About payment⏤”

“No,” Jeongguk shook his head and decided to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “This one’s on me. I had my eye on you the whole time.”

Seokjin smiled at that, cupping the side of his face with one hand. “I could say the same to you, sweetheart.”

It was out of place, didn’t match at all, not after all that⏤but Seokjin pulled him into a slow, sweet kiss. One that the omega would later on find himself thinking about before he went to bed. 

Two nights later, he got a notice that a client had reserved him for the whole night. Jeongguk didn’t need to ask who.

The gala was lovely for the most part.

Jeongguk never left Seokjin’s side, loving how the alpha would alternate between keeping an loosely draped around his middle and extending an arm for him to hold when he asked. He felt like one of those trophy wives, drinking in all the compliments and attention from the attendees. He even got to enjoy dinner with his men.

“I’ll be back in a moment, love,” Seokjin brought his hand to his lips, pressing an affectionate kiss to the back of his hand. “There is some business I have to take care of.”

“Okay, hyung,” he whispered loud enough for only them to hear and turned his head to the side. “One more kiss?”

Without question, Seokjin kissed his cheek as well, and his temple for good measure before he left for the crowd of people. In the meantime, Jimin and Taehyung were closest to him and all four⏤he knew Hoseok and Namjoon were watching from a distance⏤of the executives watched over him with a fond look (and a threatening one from Jimin to whoever stared at him for too long). 

“You’ve got our boss all smitten for you, lovely,” Jimin teased from his right. “He’d make space for you in our den if you asked.”

“That won’t be necessary,” he shrugged. “I’ve no intention of living in your den, hyung.”

Taehyung sighed, poking at his sides. “But you’d make a great addition to the pack,” he pouted. “Our pretty omega who we’d constantly spoil? It’s not such a bad offer, Gguk.”

He understood that it wasn’t just Seokjin who wanted him close, but he’d still shake his head at their attempts to sway him, asking them to change the topic altogether. They listened to him, of course. It’s a topic he didn’t want to discuss because a part of him knew that he was easy to sway, that his resolve wasn’t as strong as they all thought. 

The thing was that he had nothing to lose.

In the meantime, few more wolves came and went, giving their regards to Jimin and sometimes to Taehyung and him out of courtesy, but Jimin was quite territorial; no touching and no direct speaking to either of them. It was endearing and Jeongguk liked how the alpha simply needed one look and everyone else was dropping their gazes. He liked how he established himself and those close to him.

But for this one particular guest, who clearly didn’t know how to hold his alcohol and heavily reeked of cigarettes, the omega felt weighty hands on both his shoulders, making him tense up immediately. “Well, aren’t you a pretty omega?”

Jeongguk was the one who acted first out of the three, jerking away from his touch and pushing him back. “Don’t touch me,” he spat, and people were already zoning in on the spectacle. “Leave me alone.”

A drunk alpha who couldn’t control his temper either, it seemed. “Who the fuck’re you to resist⏤fuckin’ put you in your place, little whore ⏤”

“And someone should take him away before I take care of him myself,” came the stern and borderline-commanding tone of Seokjin, who instilled urgency in the bystanders and hauled the drunk man away before things could get messy , knowing that it would never end nicely with them. “Thank you.”

Unlike the man’s filthy touch, Seokjin’s was light and gentle. It’s quite ironic, really, how the hands of a murderer felt cleaner and gentler than most. “Are you okay, love?”

Jimin stood up from his chair for Seokjin to sit and for him to stay beside Taehyung. “I’m okay, Master Kim.” The name was almost foreign to him at this point, but there were people who listened even if it seemed like they weren’t. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Nonsense,” he rested his hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently as if to both comfort him and erase whatever mark was left. “Shall I fetch us some drinks?”

He nodded shyly. “White wine, please?”

“Of course.”

By the time Seokjin came back with a bottle of white wine, there was already food waiting for him at the table, with Jeongguk taking his time with his own and the rest chatting the omega up. Having conversation with them was easy. None of three ever looked down on him nor made him feel lesser. In fact, they were always the doting kind of people.

And it was a good evening. They shared a lot of laughs. Seokjin dropped some of his terrible jokes that they still giggled at because of how lame it was. They were good company and made him feel welcomed.

Who knew how much time had passed before Jeongguk started to feel drowsy, given that he talked so much and had his fill of wine, so he wrapped his hand around Seokjin’s arm. It wasn’t that hard to gain his attention⏤not like it ever left him. “Master Kim, escort me to the restroom?”

Nodding, Seokjin stood from his seat, holding his hand out for the omega, to which he took gratefully. Jeongguk could hear his own heels clack against the marble floors when the farther they were away from the banquet hall. There was almost no one at the restrooms, and that gave the omega space to breathe as they entered the lavish men’s room. 

Jeongguk checked himself in the mirror. No need to touch up so far, but maybe lipstick. To his side, Seokin leaned against the counter. “Did you enjoy tonight, Jeongguk-ah?”

“I did,” he replied earnestly. “The food was amazing, too. Thank you for inviting me. You could’ve had other omegas as your date⏤well, given that I still made you pay for my services.”

“Well, you are the only omega I keep my eyes on,” he retorted. “I enjoy your company.”

Almost inaudibly. “I enjoy yours as well, hyung.”

Jeongguk drew closer to the alpha. When it’s just them, he lets himself enjoy moments like these, where he could simply lean onto his chest, arms winding around his shoulders as he inhaled deeply and exhaled. It never failed to calm him, Seokjin’s presence. Whatever it was about the alpha that brought him ease⏤he’d rather not come to know why it did.

Seokjin wordlessly wrapped his arms around his waist, indulging him in affection as he kissed along his neck. There was no intention, really. He’d simply been meaning to shower him in affection the entire time, but the setting wasn’t the most appropriate for that. If that was what Jeongguk was looking for, then he made no sound and tipped his head back, to which the alpha obediently mouthed along before he started scenting. A simple brush of his nose against his skin.

He liked this. He wanted this⏤a lot more than he cared to admit. Tonight, he was going to let himself enjoy this. “Hyung?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to go home tonight.”

The drive to Seokjin’s place made him nervous. 

They’ve never once met in their personal homes, only at Red or at certain events where Seokjin decided to bring a date. Not taking each other home was an unspoken rule, and Jeongguk found it surprising how it was himself who decided to break it.

He lived in a penthouse, the omega later learned. The building was clearly guarded with his men yet they were all cleverly hidden in plain sight, some acting as staff while others as fellow residents. They all eyed him with curiosity and caution until Seokjin told them to stand down, that Jeongguk was simply his guest.

Once they arrived at their floor, Jeongguk couldn’t help but gaze in awe at how clean and lavish his home seemed, how expensive everything seemed. A part of him wondered how much of it was bought through dirty money⏤but then again, Seokjin must’ve been paying him with dirty money as well, and he’d accept it every time. Jeongguk was in no place to criticize. Even though he would’ve liked to take a closer look around, Seokjin was already guiding him to the bedroom.

Jeongguk would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel fire in his veins.

His room was just as lavish as the living room, very fitting of a powerful man such as him, but something about the room made him feel welcomed, like he could waltz around however he pleased. When Seokjin closed the door behind them, the omega turned around.

Seokjin was too far away. The distance between had never been this big, and it was clear that the alpha didn’t know how to approach Jeongguk. Not when they’ve never done anything outside Red, not when he was never more than a client.

“Jeongguk-ah,” he breathed. “What are we tonight?”

The question carried weight. The kind that weighed heavily on Jeongguk’s conscience, making him second-guess himself, wonder if this was a good decision⏤it’s not. Of course, it’s not. Anything regarding Seokjin will always be a bad choice. Handsome, powerful, and dangerous Seokjin, the man who’d become so selfish with him.

What were they outside Red? Jeongguk had fulfilled his service for the night, Seokjin didn’t pay for sex yet the omega was offered, they both weren’t expecting this to happen. 

Why did Jeongguk allow himself this? He was so sure that he wouldn’t allow Seokjin to be anything more than a client, yet here he was, his body yearning for the alpha, the alpha who was staring him down like he was going to devour him. Those eyes could kill, truly.

But most importantly, what did he want from Seokjin? The man had already spent so much on him. All that dirty money that he earned from his misdeeds, his crimes, he didn’t mind burning some just for Jeongguk. There was no overlooking it, he was paying him for sex, but he was also paying to have him protected . For the first time in a long time, Jeongguk could actually say that he felt safe because of an alpha.

He could deny it all he wanted, say it with utmost conviction, but the words simply wouldn’t ring true. Seokjin was always more than a client, he has been ever since Jeongguk offered him a private show. Their arrangement was just a facade to him. Jeongguk was going to allow himself this just once.

Just for one night, he’ll be honest.

“Yours,” Jeongguk answered. “Tonight, I’m yours, Seokjin.”

His own words startled himself, but it shocked Seokjin even more. Maybe he truly believed that he’d never hear the omega utter those words, that he saw him more than a client to please. But to hear those words fall from his lips started a wildfire in his chest, fueling him to make the first step, and the next, and the next, and the next until he’s taking Jeongguk into his arms.

The kiss they shared was raw and passionate, like they had both been holding back for so long. All teeth and tongue, they clawed at each other, trying to get as close as possible. Jeongguk desperately pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders just as Seokjin fumbled with the back of his dress, realizing that there were no zippers nor strings.

Neither of them could wait any longer. While Jeongguk managed to pop the buttons out of the alpha’s white shirt in an attempt to take it off, Seokjin gripped the fabric and tore it with his bare hands, a growl escaping his lips when it tore at the seams and fell off the omega’s body. 

Without breaking the kiss, Jeongguk pawed at his bare chest, Seokjin peeling his shirt away, getting his hands on his waist as he guided him back towards the bed. Seokjin was witnessing a new side to Jeongguk as the other entangled his fingers in his black hair, biting his lip, licking into his mouth, pressing his body as close as possible to the alpha’s. 

Falling back onto the bed, Seokjin pushed him up to the center of the bed, where they both paused, panting, breathless. They gazed at each other with a burning desire, with all those repressed wants that they couldn’t let out into the open. 

Jeongguk fumbled to get his belt undone, hands working expertly as Seokjin kissed down his throat, helping him by finally shoving his pants down, kicking them onto the floor. Seokjin managed to find the last article of clothing on the omega’s body, taking the liberty of standing on his knees. Jeongguk lifted his legs off to allow the alpha to take off his underwear, bare body on soft sheets, drinking in the lustful gazes.

His skin burned under his heavy gaze, his blood rushing in his veins when Seokjin kissed up his body, leaving all sorts of marks. It wasn’t enough. He wasn’t close enough. Jeongguk beckoned him closer. Seokjin obeyed.

He laid between his legs, dragging his fingers down his thighs. The alpha connected their lips, taking two fingers and circled them around his slicked rim, earning a sharp gasp as he pressed two inside. “Seokjin hyung,” the omega whimpered. “More.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” Seokjin warned. He made sure to stretch him out properly, adding in a third finger when he loosened up enough, even a fourth just to toy with him. They made him moan all the same, but he knew he didn’t want to cum from just his fingers. “Spread your legs for me, love.”

Jeongguk obeyed, legs bending at the knee, feeling the alpha shuffle closer. His heart beated loud in his ears. Seokjin sucked more marks onto his neck, his pheromones clouding his senses the more he tapped into that possessive nature of his. He guided his cockhead to the omega’s hole, licking a fat stripe up the column of his neck. “You want this?”

“So bad ,” he rasped. “Please, Seokjin. I need you so bad.”

The alpha pressed the tip forward, groaning. He raised himself on one arm, looking down on the omega, watching his face contorted in pleasure as he slid all the way to the hilt. “Hyung, need to⏤please, need you close.”

Seokjin adjusted himself, leaning over him, supported by his arms. He kissed him again. The kiss was messy, unfinessed, but it was fueled by their desperation. Their lips were wet and hot against each other, swallowing the moans they let out as Seokjin grinded into Jeongguk, relishing in his tight heat. “Fuck, baby. You’re still so tight around me.”

His indulgent grinding became slow and deep thrusts, his mouth latching onto the omega’s neck to nip at the skin, covering him in his scent and his marks. Jeongguk moaned loud and breathless, exposing more of his neck for the alpha to bruise.

It spurred him to scrape his teeth against the skin, fucking him with newfound passion, feeling Jeongguk begin to claw at his back. Seokjin growled into his neck. “Mine. You’re mine, love,” he said, low and heavy. “My beautiful Jeongguk.”

“Yours,” Jeongguk gasped when the alpha picked up his pace, causing him to drag his nails down his back, his body catching fire with every thrust. “I’m yours, Seokjin. I'm⏤hah⏤I’m all yours.”

“All mine?”

He felt his entire world spin. Seokjin fucked him so good, so deep , rocking into him with vigor, groaning into his ear. Jeongguk hung onto him like a lifeline. “I’m all yours,” he said, and the words rang true in his chest. “I belong to you, don’t I? No one’s ever made me feel⏤feel this good. O-Only you, hyung. It was always you .”

His words called out something out of the alpha, a side that he didn’t think he had in him. It was always Jeongguk who got lost in his headspace, but he’d never see Seokjin get lost in his own⏤always the one who watched him, took care of him, pleasured him.

Alpha headspace for Seokjin was desperately fucking the omega and rubbing his scent all over him, marking his neck with bruises, like he was tempted to claim him. He was less verbal, more animal . The growl in his chest was low yet powerful, vibrating against Jeongguk’s chest, his snarls getting more aggressive when his knot started to form.

Jeongguk winced when the alpha used one hand to grip hard on his hips, teeth digging into his shoulder, threatening to pierce the flesh there instead of his mating gland. The omega soothed him by crossing his ankles behind his back, kissing the side of his face.

“It’s okay, hyung,” he cooed, choking out a moan when Seokjin pistoned his hips harder. “Just yours. No one else’s.”

When his knot fully swelled, Seokjin’s instincts were screaming at him to mate. But his conscience was still there, and so he managed to control himself. He was so close, and so was Jeongguk. 

“Mine,” Seokjin whispered. “Mine?”

Jeongguk forced himself to focus, head throw back into the pillows. “I’m yours, Seokjin,” he felt him purr. “Don’t worry.”

Slamming his hips forward, they both came with a cry. Seokjin bit into the muscle of his shoulders as Jeongguk winced, pulling him impossibly closer to his chest, nails digging into his back as the knot stretched him out. The pain didn’t last long, quickly fading into pleasure. 

Seokjin was heaving on top of him. It took him a while until he came back to reality, taking his teeth out their indent, lapping up at the wound apologetically. He felt lightheaded, dizzy. Only their scents were present in the air, with Jeongguk’s scent slowly managing to bring him back to his senses. “Jeongguk? My Jeongguk?”

“I’m here,” the omega’s voice was hoarse, completely spent. He gently guided his face away from his wound and brought him face to face with his own. “You with me, hyung?”

There was a hint of gold in his eyes, his pupils completely blown wide. He looked dazed, unfocused. “You didn’t claim me.”

Seokjin blinked long and hard, letting his forehead rest against Jeongguk’s. “You didn’t. . .ask me,” he managed to say, taking deep breaths to ground himself. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve ever⏤I don’t normally let myself go like that.”

“It’s okay, hyung. You didn’t hurt me,” Jeongguk reassured. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

“You make me go wild, honestly,” he chuckled quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, trying to calm his roaring heart. Jeongguk was glowing beneath him, looking at him as if he hung the stars and moon in the sky. But it was a look that only made something ugly crawl out of his chest. “Did you want me to claim you as my mate?”

For a moment, the answer came to the forefront of his mind, yet he didn’t let it slip past his lips. “I don’t know, hyung.”

If only Jeongguk knew what he called out of that man. 

“What matters is that you’re mine, hm?” Seokjin smiled fondly, caressing a thumb over his cheek. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you, Jeongguk?”

“Yes,” the answer came too quick, too certain. “I would.”

He hadn’t seen him in six weeks.

Jeongguk felt like something changed between them⏤changed for the worst, that was. He couldn’t figure out what went wrong. Things were absolutely fine. Hell, Seokjin even drove him back the next morning, after they had a hearty breakfast that he cooked himself.

He wanted to tell Yoongi, ask him what he thought, but he was too afraid to acknowledge that something was wrong. Instead, he swallowed back his worries and hoped to god that Seokjin simply got caught up in something, that he had to get his hands dirty again and take care of business. That always seemed to be the case.

Seokjin wouldn’t abandon him.

He wouldn’t.

(In his head, the words didn’t ring true enough somehow.)

Jeongguk settled with his assumptions. By the time he came back to work, he was sure that Seokjin had reserved him again, keeping him away from the hands of other alphas. When he put together his uniform for the night, an outfit that Seokjin always favored, he arrived at Red with anticipation.

He had come to work with Yoongi that day. They did their rounds in their respective areas, preparing themselves for another long Friday night. He wondered if Seokjin would finally arrive tonight. He was looking forward to it even.

It wasn’t until a coworker of his came up to him. “Bun, someone booked you for tonight,” she had a confused expression on her face. “Private room eight.”

Jeongguk furrowed his eyebrows. Seokjin would never book a private room. “Not the suite?” The other omega shook her head. “Okay. Thank you, noona. Could you take this tray for me? It’s for Table E.” 

When she took the tray of drinks from his hands, Jeongguk smoothened out his shirt, trying to shake the nerves out of his hands. Except no matter how hard he tried to reassure himself, he couldn’t shake off the ebbing feeling of doubt in the back of his head. Doubt that maybe it wasn’t who he thought it was.

The omega took in a deep breath, held it in, and exhaled before entering the private room. He scanned the room for anyone as he walked in. Instead, the door slammed behind him and suddenly, fear flooded his mind.

It wasn’t Seokjin.

Whoever the man was, he didn’t look like he wanted a private show. No. The alpha who booked him grinned with malice between his teeth, cocking his head to the side as he sized up the omega. “Abandoned by your master, little omega?” His voice made his skin crawl. “Don’t worry. I’m sure my boss would take good care of you.”

Jeongguk took a step back. “Who the fuck are you?”

The man pulled a gun from behind, gesturing towards the chair. “Kim should’ve known better than to bring his whore to those events,” he spat. “Word has it that you were his favorite. It’s in our best interest that you cooperate with me, and maybe you’ll get to live a good life.”

Steady. The omega willed himself to think, his brain analyzing how he was going to handle the situation. Steady now. Don’t you dare panic yet. “And if I don’t want to cooperate?”

“You’re smarter than that, no?” The man retorted. “Now sit down.”

A deep breath.

Jeongguk slowly approached the wooden chair, one hand up in the air and the other reaching out to pull the chair. Steady. He pulled it towards him. Steady. The man lowered his guard. Now .

With every fiber in his muscle, he threw the chair in the man’s direction. Jeongguk has trained in self-defense and dealt with all sorts of assholes. A gun never scared him to begin with. The impact of the chair was enough to throw him off, gun flying out of his hand, clamoring on the floor. Jeongguk charged forward at the man and kicked hard at his balls. Kicked a second time, but harder  making him crumble to his knees.

That bought him enough time to take the gun from the floor. Don’t be too complacent. Jeongguk took aim, breathed in. Never let your guard down. And breathed out.

He shot the alpha in the leg, causing a loud bang to echo in the room. 

Men like him, who managed to sneak in a gun, always came in numbers. Jeongguk had to keep his guard up even when he exited the room, gun in hand that was close to his body, and searched for Yoongi. The sound was too loud that it made his ears ring, and if that was the case, then it could definitely be heard from outside.

When he came out onto the floor, various men stood up from different chairs, moving towards him. Jeongguk could feel his adrenaline start to kick in, and so he aimed towards the ceiling and pulled the trigger. “Code Red! ”

Most of the staff started making a run for it, even the alphas. Jeongguk should be running too, except the men armed with guns started closing in on him, shouting orders for him to drop the weapon and get on his knees. “Get on the ground, Jeon Jeongguk,” one of them had ordered. “Don’t get fucking cocky. You’re outnumbered.”

He was. There were eight men and only one of him. He didn’t stand a chance at making out alive if he made a run for it. Jeongguk reassessed the situation, counting every passing second. They were hesitant to kill him, like they needed him alive, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t do him harm.

They weren’t cops. Red made sure not to let the goddamn cops in. They seemed to come from a different gang, getting instructions from their boss to bring Kim Seokjin’s whore back alive for probably interrogation, because he was the closest thing they had to outside information in regards to the mafia boss. Had they believed that they could use him as leverage? Did they think he has information on the mafia family?

Jokes on them. Jeongguk barely knew anything.

He was running out of time, and he was running out of options. Surrendering to them wasn’t an option in his book, but he had a gun and he had guts.

So he inhaled⏤his nose twitched⏤and exhaled. “Your boss wants dirt on Master Kim?” he laughed condescendingly, looking at the guarded expression on their faces. The omega was a seasoned staff at Red, this was the least he could do. “You’re going to have to call up your boss and start making arrangements, you mutts.”

Jeongguk brought the gun to his temple, watching all the alphas hesitate. “Bold of you lot to assume that I’d betray Master Kim.” Even if Master Kim betrayed me. It left a bitter taste on his tongue. “Well? Why am I not seeing anyone take out a phone?”

In the next breath, a shrill ringtone sounded from the back. When their heads turned to the sound, Jeongguk crouched and ducked.

The sound of bullets flying filled the room, leaving a loud ringing sound in his ears that made the omega cover them, taking deep breaths. Panicking wouldn’t get him anywhere, Jeongguk knew that much, but the situation was completely different from what he’s experienced in the past. Threats were thrown in his face, sure, but not weapons, not guns pointed in his direction.

It was a miracle that he was left unscathed. The shooting eventually came to a halt, but he still stayed where he was crouched, trying to calm himself, pulling himself together. It was only until he felt a hand on the top of his hand, gentle, cautious, but also foreign. “It’s safe now, lovely.”

Jeongguk raised his head. “Jimin?” It was always Yoongi who took care of Code Red, him and his scarily deadly aim, but he wasn’t alone. Yoongi was scouting the area and Jimin was crouched right in front of him. “Why are you⏤”

“No time to explain, Gguk. Cleanup will be here any moment and then the cops. We need to leave now,” Jimin took his hand, taking him towards the fire exit, turning back to call Yoongi. “Hyung, what’s taking you so damn long?” A gunshot sounded. “Come on, let’s go!”

Yoongi jogged after them. “Jeongguk only does disarming shots.” A chill ran down his spine. He killed the man. “Are you hurt, baby?”

Jeongguk shook his head silently. He was still trying to process what in the ever loving fuck just happened. This has never happened before⏤let alone have a gang target him. Someone must’ve let them inside, because Red would never allow people to come in armed. If they did, then they can answer to security. And their security is fucking terrifying.

Jeongguk could only follow them wordlessly, head reeling from the shock. Jimin had him get into the backseat of a black car while he took the passenger’s. Yoongi was the driver, taking off with one hand on the wheel and the other ringing someone on the phone. “Red’s clear. Where to next?” A pause. “Got it. Tell them that Boss already has him captive. We won’t accept anything lower than our offer. They have thirty minutes to give us an answer.”

When he put the phone down, Yoongi took sharp turns, stepping on the gas. The urgency of his speed made Jeongguk begin to worry. “Hyung.” They both turned to him, but Jeongguk didn’t care who would answer his next question. “You said Boss,” he swallowed. “Is it⏤is it him?”

Yoongi didn’t answer him. Instead, he turned on the radio⏤like he normally would when he drives them to work⏤and kept his eyes on the road.

The place they arrived at wasn’t at all what Jeongguk was expecting. In his mind, he thought they’d be heading to somewhere more secluded, but it was the complete opposite. They were at the infamous private property, the Kim Estate.

It was home to the Kim mafia family. They were taking him to their den.

Jeongguk didn’t know what to think when Yoongi pulled up in front of the gigantic mansion. All he knew was that he needed to follow them, and so he trailed behind them. But then Yoongi delayed a step and held his hand out for him, something he’d do when he knew he was anxious. Jeongguk took the older omega’s hand, squeezing it tightly.

There were armed men walking around, all of them bowing in their direction, greeting Yoongi and Jimin as they guided him to a small office in the mansion, where another door awaited them, leading to what seemed like another room; a tunnel of sorts. That didn’t matter to him. What mattered was that there were men bowing to Yoongi as well, not just Jimin.

Jeongguk swallowed hard. “Yoongi hyung.” The other hummed. “Are you one of them?”

This time, he squeezed his hand back. “Yeah,” he answered quietly. “I am.”

A part of him wanted to laugh at this point. His Yoongi, his protective and loving omega hyung⏤was part of the mafia. The Kim mafia family. Not just a part, but a fucking executive . Yoongi was one of his executives. Yoongi warned him, encouraged him, told him about things related to the Kims. He thought some people just knew the Kim family better than others, knew because of clientele, but that wasn’t the case at all. Yoongi knew because he worked for them.

The tunnel they took led to what seemed like a separate building. He knew it was because there were some windows with the curtains drawn. The Kim Estate was on the other side of where they were. There were more armed men stationed outside a set of double doors, and they bowed before pulling the doors open, revealing a banquet hall.

Revealing the boss himself.

Jeongguk felt like heart dropped to his stomach, like he was going to hurl out of anxiety and relief. He couldn’t stop his racing heart. Seokjin was standing right there, with a man on his knees, beaten and bruises, hands cuffed behind his back. Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung were present as well, eyeing the omega with curiosity.

Yoongi and Jimin looked back at Jeongguk, telling him something that he couldn’t quite hear because Jeongguk was looking at Seokjin dead in the eye, frozen in place. The reunion would’ve been heartfelt had he simply told him what the fuck was going one instead of completely cutting him off for six goddamn weeks, leaving him to think he was abandoned.

He thought he was abandoned. He made him feel that he was abandoned. Seokjin made him believe that he betrayed him. Jeongguk’s blood started boiling with anger.

And yet, Seokjin had the nerve to hold out his hand for the omega.

And yet, Jeongguk nearly cried out of relief and ran to him, throwing his arms around his shoulders, feeling his tight embrace, basking in his scent that smelled like a sea tainted with blood. Jeongguk was trembling from the rush of different emotions and built-up resentment.

Jeongguk let out a shaky breath, pulling barely an inch away to take a good look at Seokjin, hands cupping his face. “Seokjin,” his voice cracked. “I thought you abandoned me.”

The alpha shook his head, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I would never, sweetheart,” he sighed. “Things took a turn for the worst after the gala. I knew they would target you, so I took advantage of that and set a trap for them.” He used him as bait, basically. “I’m sorry, Jeongguk.”

All that tension melted away. Somehow, Jeongguk couldn’t find it in himself to be mad for now. “I don’t care,” he huffed. “Don’t you ever fucking pull that shit again, asshole.”

His executives couldn’t help but laugh at the omega calling their boss an asshole. Seokjin deserved it, that he accepted, so he pulled him into a fleeting kiss, instantly relaxing at the sensation of having his omega back in his arms. “It won’t happen again,” he promised. “My strong omega, you think I’d let you out of my sight?”

“More like, you think we’d let you out of our sight? Red is owned by the Kims, Gguk,” Namjoon snorted. “You were guaranteed safety from the start.”

“I think favoritism is the right term,” Hoseok interjected. “Boss never took interest in the workers until he met our little bunny hopping about in a den full of wolves.”

Jeongguk blinked at that, turning to Seokjin. “Yet you kept asking me to join you,” he started slowly. “When you already fucking own the place.”

“And I still stand by that offer,” Seokjin retorted. His eyes shifted from the omega to the man on his knees, uncertain if he’s conscious or not. “I can only do so much when you work in Red, Jeongguk. Everyone here wants you to join us, because we can protect you that way, because you’re worth so much more.”

“I don’t need protection, hyung. You already know that. They know that,” he pointed to Yoongi and Jimin. “Frankly, it’s insulting at this point. I don’t buy the whole protection bullshit. Something tells me you want me to join you for a completely different reason.”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow. Jeongguk stood his ground. “Tell me then, what happens if I join the family? Where do I stand with you?”

For a moment, the alpha glanced at every one of his men, sending what seemed to be confirmations, nodding once afterwards. Taehyung walked up to him and gave him a small briefcase. He looked at Jeongguk again, opening up the case before him. Inside it was a gun.

“Where do you stand with me?” Seokjin echoed, chuckling. “Jeongguk, you stand with us. You become an executive.”

“You’re insane.”

“I see potential,” he corrected. “I didn’t think much of you at first, but after getting to know you, learning what you’re capable of⏤I knew that you’d make an amazing addition to the Kim family. Sure, I still want to keep you safe somehow, and standing at the top of the hierarchy ensures that. It wasn’t my decision alone, Jeongguk. It was ours.”

Ours as in: him and the executives. All six of them want him in. All six of them want Jeongguk to be part of the family and work alongside them. They’re all fuckng insane.

Maybe Jeongguk was too. “And if I wanted to join you?” he glanced up from the black gun, meeting the alpha’s gaze. There was something dark lurking in his eyes, waiting, plotting. “I’d imagine it wouldn’t be so easy to get in.”

“For you? I’m sure it’d be a breeze,” Seokjin answered. “Riddle me this: I presented to you two options. One involves getting blood on your hands, one involves swearing fidelity to me,” he started. “Which of the two options is the correct one?”

Which one is the correct one? The omega’s forehead creased in thought. “What happens if I choose the correct one?”

“Then I’ll grant you the executive position.”

“You must be joking with me, right? The answer is too obvious.”

“Tell me why it’s so obvious.”

Jeongguk took a look around him. All six pairs of eyes were on him, awaiting his answer, their curiosities prominent on their face as the omega prolonged the moment. No . Jeongguk understood now, that there was more to the riddle, that there was going to be a test. It was written all over their faces.

“Swearing fidelity, obviously,” he narrowed his eyes at Seokjin. “Swearing fidelity to the Kims already entails getting blood on my hands. It’s a no brainer. I can’t imagine anyone choosing the first option.”

“You’d be surprised how many people fail that,” Yoongi snorted, giving him a slow clap. “Congratulations, Jeongguk-ah. You passed the first half.”

First half. His hunch was correct, there was more. “You want me to swear fidelity to you,” Jeongguk said to the alpha. He tried to study his expression, wondering what the dark gaze was conveying, what he was hiding under that perfect poker face. “And how shall I do that?”

Seokjin gave him the case. “You prove it to me,” was all he said. “Lip service simply won’t cut it. I want an act of service. All my executives did theirs, now it’s up to you how you’ll deliver yours.”

“Do I get any references?”

A chortle. “Hoseok sent his family out of the country with a one-way ticket and new identities. Namjoon gave me the one evidence that could’ve sentenced him to life in prison. Taehyung murdered his abusive father and wrote down a letter confessing to it. Jimin reported his old mate to the police and had him arrested. Yoongi burned down his family home,” Seokjin listed. “And what will you do?”

At first, it didn’t make any sense at all. None of their actions connected, had no correlation to one another. But that was until he went over it again in his head a second time.

There was a sacrifice made. At least, that’s what it seemed to do. An act of sacrifice wasn’t necessarily the right way to swear fidelity. Sacrificing is easy , one could sacrifice just about anything at their disposal. What the executives did was more than just sacrifice⏤they surrendered .

They surrendered what was everything to them. Hoseok sent away his family so that he had nothing left. Namjoon would lose everything if Seokjin sent the evidence to the police. Taehyung would suffer the same fate if Seokjin reported it. Jimin sent someone who was once the love of his life so that he was no one . Yoongi burned down his place so hard nowhere to run to. All of them had nothing left to lose.

And Seokjin was all they had left. If not Seokjin, then Seokjin and each other.

But Jeongguk? Jeongguk already has nothing left to lose. It’s why he’s become so jaded. All he had was himself; his own life. He already knew what to do.

The man was groaning in pain, barely moving, but still in pain. Jeongguk took the gun from the case, checking the magazine⏤which was surprisingly loaded, then glanced at the clock on the wall. It was working, but he needed confirmation. “Hey, Yoongi hyung. Thirty minutes have passed. Did they give you an answer?” Yoongi fished out his phone, checking the screen, then shook his head. “Cool.”

Jeongguk shot the man in the head, unflinching as the body fell to the floor, neither did everyone else. But Seokjin scoffed. “Was that it?”

The omega put the gun back in its case, setting it aside. “No, I just wanted to test it out,” he grinned. There really was only one way to swear fidelity to Seokjin, and he did it by unbuttoning the first few buttons of his black shirt, exposing one shoulder. “And I don’t like guns. I prefer knives.”

“I can make arrangements,” the alpha zeroed in on the fading bite mark on his shoulder. “Oh?”

“When you asked me if I wanted you to claim me as your mate,” he leaned back on the nearest table, craning his head just a bit to the side. “I was lying to you.”

When Seokjin's hands fell to his side, Jeongguk presented himself to the alpha. “I did know,” he confessed. “I wanted you to claim me that night. I can’t fucking believe you missed the opportunity when it presented itself.”

A round of chuckles circled the room, but they went mute when Seokjin approached the omega, caging him against the table, staring him down. “But the opportunity presented itself again, didn’t it?” he rebutted. “I figured I’d stake my claim sooner or later, sweetheart. You’re special to me.”

“A part of me wants to believe that you did⏤all this⏤out of love,” Jeongguk angled his head back when Seokjin nosed along his neck, kissing the area where his mating gland would be. “But I don’t think you have it in you.”

He hummed. “That’s for you to find out.”

Seokjin didn’t give him a warning when he clamped his teeth down on his neck, eliciting a whimper out of the omega, feeling his body go rigid at first. There was a moment of shock, sparks flying all around. Jeongguk felt like he was electrocuted at first until the pain subdued and was replaced with something akin to completion.

It was as if he could feel the bond tying itself between the two of them. One that could’ve passed for a red string, had it not been tainted with blood.

What he did was reckless and absolutely avoidable⏤everything he did was avoidable. None of it would have happened had Jeongguk simply looked the other way, treated Seokjin like all the other alphas, and not offer him a private show. He wouldn’t have to offer himself as a mate in order to swear loyalty to Seokjin if he strayed away from his path.

Jeongguk didn’t regret any of it.

Seokjin wiped the blood off his lips, yet it still left a beautiful dark red tint on them. “You question if I’m capable of love yet here I am, taking you as my mate,” he chuckled. “I should be asking you if you have it in you.”

“Oh, hyung,” Jeongguk grinned. “I wouldn’t have allowed you if I wasn’t capable.”

It was a lovely scene to witness, indeed. But there was something off about them, the executives could sense that much. They didn’t exactly fit, their edges didn’t fit, all frayed and jagged. They didn’t seem to be the best match, but they somehow managed to complement each other well. It’s strange.

With every second passing, Jeongguk started to seem less innocent than he appeared to be. His facade was cracking but they couldn’t say where .

“I'll make an effort to make you fall in love, hyung.”

“Then I suppose I should put in the same effort,” Seokjin held out his hand for his new mate. Complementary, those two. It was strange to see Jeongguk cling to his arm, nuzzling against him adoringly, acting as if he hadn't just shot a man in the head. Seokjin glanced back at the rest. “Let’s go, everyone. We still have plenty of work to do,” he looked back at the omega. “I trust that you’ll work hard for me, sweetheart?”

“I never disappoint, Sir.” Oh, was it clear to them now. “So as I long I get what I am due, I'll be sure to work for my position.”

Kim Seokjin always had an eye for people like them, could sniff them from a mile away, could see it between their teeth when they smile. There was a monster underneath that charming and welcoming demeanour. There were monsters under the executives’ skin as well.

Jeongguk was no different to them at all. In fact⏤

“Hey, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi chimed in, trailing languidly behind the newest omega to their group. He's known him the longest out of everyone present. Yoongi knew things most didn't. “What was your body count again?”

“Dunno,” he shrugged. “Lost count after the hundredth mark.”

Seokjin laughed. “I knew I made the right decision choosing you.”