Alphas 4 Alphas

14.

Jungkook wanted to break chanson's computer just because someone like him would've save it to his hard drive but he figured for now the threat of it should be enough.

When he leaves chanson's house the sun is on its way down and he feels hallow inside.

It's a feeling that's sits in his chest persistently, it's a feeling he often mistakes for a nicotine craving.

Maybe it's the eerie reflection of himself and his family unit he'd just seen. Battered omega mother, absent father, tortured son.

He twirls the unlit cigarette stick between his fingers and stares at the house he just left.

Beside him in the car sits a large bag stuff full of cash. The bag his father sent him to get from his friend.

The bag that he's going to hand over to some other shady man who'll ensure it reaches someone who can get his father out of prison.

And then his father will be out again.

Maybe they won't live in this two story house, maybe they'll go back to their gated mansion but his mother would go back to siting in a perfect house all the while littered with bruises.

Jungkook rest his head against his head rest.

He puffs out air deep from his chest and feels panic seeping into his veins.

When jungkook was told his father had killed someone, his instinct was to deny it.

Sure his father hit him and his mother, but most alphas disciplined their omegas and pups. That's their role.

Although he was terrified of his father and often thought he took his mother's discipline too far, he'd never bared witness to a just amount of discipline so who was he to judge otherwise.

he assumed that his father had done it all to correct them not to punish.

But then his father was taken outside of his study one afternoon by the police and jungkook's world shattered.

His father had killed a man.
Killers weren't good people, he knew that much at least.

If he was bad enough to kill, he reasons then there must have been other bad things he did to led up to this grander action.

Maybe that bad thing was the daily verbal and physical attacks he laid out upon jungkook and his mother.
Maybe that bad thing was waking up in the middle of the  night to his mother's begging to be left alone and wanting with every cell in his tiny frame to save her but he can't move because if he goes, she'll have to save him too... and how would that help?

Maybe it's helping his mother comb out her tangles because her arm is swollen and she's not allowed to go to the hospital without her alpha. maybe it's holding still so she can disinfect the cut on  his lip because he spoke out of turn again.

Maybe it's all those things.
Maybe it's that he gave him his eyes, his smile and his same Bad buried so deep under his  skin that he could never just reach in and pull it out.

Jungkook brings the cigarette to his lips and lights it. The smoke makes it's way into his lungs and he thinks for just a moment, maybe it really was just a craving.

He calls Hoseok and before he could even be sent to voicemail, he receives a text asking if he could call him back.

He lingers in his contacts. Aside from Hoseok, there was no one he was eager to talk to.
So he clicks at random, just searching for anything that'll take the pit in his chest out of his mind.

"Hello" the voice is Wonho's.
"Jk?" The voice calls out after a moment of silence. Jungkook is tempted to hang up at the sound of the alias he gave.
"Hello?" Wonho calls out, seemingly about to end the call.