SECOND TRIAL | tk | ✓

20. HIS PROPERTY

that night, contrary to the other days, taehyung couldn't get a wink of sleep,

because it was the the party next day.

so it was a lot of tossing and turning in the bed, hugging different pillows, sighing a multiple times, then glaring at the sleeping form of the alpha beside him on the bed.

at some time in the early morning, he had dozed off for a few hours, but was woken up by a nightmare- it filled with guns, blood and screams.

but turns out the nightmare didn't end with just inside his sleep.

in the pitch dark, at first it was the feel of another person too close to him.

taehyung had jerked on instinct, mind still floating between sleep and consciousness,
but the movement only caused the person to move closer to him, with a hand holding him down by the waist.

with the last piece of neuron in his brain screaming, taehyung begrudgingly realized that the person was indeed jungkook.

heart beating in fear, taehyung had then tried to wiggle away discreetly, but to no avail, for jungkook only nuzzled into his neck more, then heaving out a sigh in his sleep that had the other freezing.

now completely immobile under the alpha, taehyung just grunted, staring at the ceiling wondering since when did his mafia husband became so much of a cuddler.
if he hadn't feared that the other would pull out a gun on him, taehyung would have loved to tease jungkook about it.

surprisingly jungkooks scent was calmer in sleep, almost soothing to his senses- his traitor of an omega wagging its tail inside him at the alphas proximity.

the lighting on the ceiling was almost hypnotizing in the darkness, taehyungs breathing then unknowingly synchronizing with jungkooks own, lulled by the body heat and the comfortable silence,
and soon taehyung drifted off to a calmer sleep.

that morning taehyung had woken up alone like usual.

his nest was a mess as always- despite taehyung arranging it previous night, half off it was dangling down the bed by morning.

taehyung was grumpy from the lack of proper sleep, taking his time smothering the pillow further and huffing before he managed to pull himself up for a shower.

a cold shower did its trick. taehyung felt much clearer even if he was freezing and goosebumps erupted all over his skin.

the breakfast- it ofcourse with carefully measured amount of salt, sugar, spices and calories was placed pristinely on the round dining table; the omegas stomach grumbling in interest despite the food being bland.

but then did he notice the many bags on the couch.

the omega curiously, and a bit cautiously took his steps, then took a peek inside.

"look presentable" was written on a tissue paper and hazardously thrown on top of the bags, the messy handwriting clearly jungkooks.

look presentable; considering the occasion, it could only mean one thing- dress as slutty as possible. dress to fit the title of jungkooks little bitch.

the omega only huffed, then going directly to his food, angrily stuffing all the greens and proteins, chewing away his anger.

then he went to the room, rummaging through his cupboard until he found the hair coloring packets he had ordered last day.

in the few years freedom he had once got, hair colors was a way in which he had expressed himself.
even in days he used to try to blend in with the university goers, taehyung still had flaunted colors from fiery red to, icy blue, sometimes toning it down to a few highlights but never straying in his natural hair color.