HOLD MY HAND TIGHT || JIKOOK ✅

13

JIMIN POV

Dozens of strangers are buzzing around the main floor of the house. Standing on the second floor by the stairs, I lean against the banister and watch them.

No matter where I go downstairs, I feel like I'm in the way.

Everyone down there has a job to do and they know how best to help out. Jackie is commanding everyone like a military general dishing out orders. They do what she says without question.

Even Jungkook follows her orders.

Molly disappeared somewhere a little while ago and Joon as usual has retired to the little cottage he and Jin share away from the main house.

Fortunately for Kai, he's off visiting his grandchildren in another city and doesn't have to deal with this circus.

Despite having more people in the house than I've ever seen, I've never felt more lonely.

I don't know what to do with myself. Quite frankly, I don't completely understand what it is they're working on.

I mean, I understand what they're trying to accomplish, I just don't get all the political details.

I assumed the mayor, the most powerful man in the city could just write up something and put it into action.

Seeing all this flurry over some thing that sounds extremely simple to me, kinda puts things into perspective.

With a deep breath, I glance toward the second floor windows above the entryway. From here, I have a clear view out the front doors toward the driveway.

There are a bunch of cars parked outside, all belonging to the people Jackie summoned to work.

A couple hundred yards beyond that, barely visible behind the massive hedges that Kai so carefully cultivates, are the news vans.

A crowd of reporters is standing at the end of the driveway, almost completely cutting it off from being accessible. If it wasn't for the police standing in their way, I'm certain they would've charged the front doors by now.

I've known Jungkook is the mayor for a while now but I don't think I ever really understood just how much of the public eye is focused on him.

We live in a large city that has a population numbering in the millions but somehow I hadn't fully processed exactly what it meant to be mayor.

Or what it would mean to be the mayor's omega.

Constantly being examined, scrutinized by other people, sounds kinda awful.

Something as simple as me not leaving the house for two weeks has caused this massive uproar.

It just feels overwhelming for someone who was, until recently, living in an omega shelter and trying to figure out what life even meant.

As I stare out the window, I see a pair of cars approach the police barricade. One of the officers talks to whoever is inside the first one. A moment later, the barricade is moved aside and the two cars are permitted passage.

I recognize the first vehicle as belonging to Molly but I've never seen the second one before.

It's a sleek, bright red Corvette with the top down. Inside are two men I've never seen before.

They follow Molly's car up the driveway and park just behind her.

I lose sight of them as they walk below the window but I shift my gaze toward the front door with interest.

Something tells me these guys aren't here to help with Jungkook's political issues.

As soon as they enter the house, I can feel the energy wafting off them.