SECOND TRIAL | tk | ✓

22. THE PARTY

Blues is usually reserved for the elites.

its a secret sanctuary of sorts for them to escape from reality,
a place with everything they want, all deepest desires wrapped up and ready; if they can throw in the money- be it alcohols, drugs or omegas or even alphas if thats what they prefer- they can have it all.

it was hypnotizing the way colors blended in the room- the red bleed of topaz prominent of all.

the air smelled of drugs and alcohol, smoke and sweat, arousal and power; there was an energy of sorts, like a clash of improbable considering such men and women of power are wining and dining in one room, under a single roof.

Blues was indeed scandalous tonight.

there were cages dangling down the high ceiling, men and women in barely any clothes dancing to the bass of music inside it, heels proud on the money the interested spectators rain on them.

no one holds back on nights like these; after all the very purpose of this was to show off- be it won bills or the pretty little omegas they have, submissive and dangling on their arms.

no amount of days of mental preparations taehyung took could help him swallow the reality.

his legs quivered were he stood, fingers shaky as his eyes swipped across the floors and ceiling.
it felt wrong; to breathe, to stand and to exist there- taehyung felt like an angel stepping foot into the throes of hell.

he swayed, and his feets moved on its own to wherever jungkook was dragging him to, his omega scared and uncomfortable as foreign eyes dragged over him from his first presence;
but whatsoever they didn't stray too long, for his identity is "sir. young jeons omega" for tonight and no one ever messes with the host of the party.

it was humid, taehyungs blonde hair stuck to his forehead and the mesh of the sleeves felt uncomfortable, more ever so as jungkooks palm was heavy on his waist as they moved in and further.
multiple heads bowed for jungkook and the bodyguards did clear the way until they were in a secluded section, a platform high with couches of leather and a view of the whole floor.

taehyung heaved out a breath when the attention on them reduced par and gulped out the startle when jungkook pulled him onto his lap and his hands found purchase on taehyungs tanned thighs possessively.

the sequence of jungkooks coat was rough against taehyungs bare shoulders and the alphas breath was tingling against his skin.
the omegas heart was still hammering as his eyes still flitted through the expanse of floor, from faces to faces- so he barely noticed the guests that joined them on the couch, only alerted by their presence when he felt jungkooks husky laugh against his ear.

"congratulations sir. young jeon. hope jeons gets a healthy heir-" taehyung heard the man say.

the man who looked like he's in his mid sixties; bald, wringly yet held a strong aura had an omega of his own too.
the girl, who looks too young, even younger than taehyung, clad in a too tight, too short black dress was kneeling by the floor, resting her head on the mans knees.
some alphas were like that- like to show the world how obedient their omegas are.

taehyung gulped, feeling sympathetic for her and scared for himself as he kept his head down, concentrating on leveling his breathing for now.

"i'm glad the fucking kims finally learned their place-" he heard the man spit out, and taehyung knew it was meant for him.

"speaking of the kims, haven't seen my father-in-law here?" jungkooks voice was mocking, his fingers digging under taehyungs corset to skim across the bare skin of his stomach. taehyung bit down on his lips, to keep down his anxiety and anger, zoning out all the talks around, until he felt jungkooks lips on the hoops of his earring.