omega (✔️)

[42]

[✖️warning: has some disturbing/gory content in Tae's part so I'm gonna put it at the end for those of you who'd like to skip it✖️]
   
[42]
  
[Jimin]

"Hey, I think I'm gonna go on home." I said, hopping off of the bar stool, catching the attention of Jin.
   
Yoongi left an hour ago, but I had nothing to do today so might as well stay here. The bar was starting to slowly fill up and whether it was an elderly man or a young woman, their stares made me uncomfortable. Jin nodded, understanding my discomfort and waved goodbye with his familiar small smile, "Have a good day~!"
 
His optimism and ability to live through his pain completely baffled me. He's so strong.
 
I left the bar and started my long walk home, since I needed the exercise. I haven't gone building hopping in such a long time. A month or two maybe?
   
'Jimin?' A shaky voice mind linked me, 'Jimin, can you hear me?'
 
I paused in my tracks, not caring if I was just standing on the side of the road, looking like I was homeless.
 
'Mom, is that you?' I questioned, the voice sounding very familiar, but I was still a little confused because of the shaking and fear, 'What's wrong?'
  
His breath was uneven and panicked, 'Mom?'
 
'Do not come home, Jimin.' He ordered breathlessly, a stern tone to his voice, 'Go to Tae's house or whatever, but do not come home.'
  
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, this whole situation was too sudden for my to comprehend fully, 'What?! Why?!'
  
'Everything's gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be alri—' the link was suddenly cut off and my heart sped up.
 
'Mom?! Mom?!' I called but there was no reply.
 
Do not come home, Jimin.
   
I'm sorry, mom.
 
I started to run, images passing by in one blur and suddenly I was home. I may not be an alpha that can go 100 miles an hour, but I'm pretty fit for my omega stature. I tried to listen to what was happening on the inside from a safe distance away from my hubble.

Silence.

But that silence worried me. Since my mom was home, there should've been some kind of clattering or noise. This silence only gave away the discord that was actually happening. I slowly approached my house, being sure to not make any noise.

There was a muffled scream.
 
I didn't panic or make any noise but I needed to hurry. My steps quickened and I approached a window that peered into my house. I squatted down so I wouldn't be seen but I stole a few quick glances at what was happening inside.

My mom was laying on the couch, his arms tied behind his back and a cloth covering his mouth and eyes. But that was it, there was no one else there.
 
What happe—
 
My hair was being pulled roughly and my body was being dragged into my house. I saw a man walking by and screamed, pleading for help, but he looked at my situation with fear and turned away, allowing me to be taken by these men.
  
Fuck.
 
The person who was tearing my hair from my head threw me on the floor and once he let go off my hair, my hands immediately flew to my scalp to maybe ease the pain.
  
"So, what's this, Euijin? You called for 'reinforcements'?" Asked a deep voice jokingly which erupted a few more sources of laughter. Maybe two more.
 
I looked at the man abhorrently to see that it was that muscular man that was having sex with my mom a few weeks back. He had gotten a haircut, one that was short on the sides and longer on the top. He had strong, rough features that made him look like a foreigner and he could've been, considering that I don't know more than five things about this man. He wore a tight black wife beater and some black jeans, totally fitting the image of the 'bad guy'.
  
"What do you want with my mom?!" I screamed, all fear suddenly gone within me and replaced with bravery.
  
The man looked amused by my attitude and the corner of his lip curved upwards, "Your mommy has a few debts that he needs to fulfill."
  
I was offended that he talked to me like I was a child but I didn't say anything in response. I looked at my mom and quickly crawled towards him, my hand caressing his red face, "Mom, what's going on..?"
 
He flinched at my touch, tears making the cloth over his eyes damp.
 
'Mom, it's gonna be—' I attempted to mind link him but my hair was being pulled once again and I winced at the tender pain, "LET GO OF ME!"
 
The man laughed and continued to drag me as if I were a full trash bag or a sack of potatoes.
 
"Let's go someplace where people actually want trash like you."
  
I struggled as much as I could, sinking my nails into the man's hand that held my hair tightly, kicking as hard as I could, and even screeching. But everything was futile. Even my mom had given up, his body was limp as they dragged him on the floor.
 
I can't escape.
 
[Taehyung]
  
FAILURE.

Small children with their limbs torn off and laying only a few feet away from their body.

Women with split open heads, dry blood all over the floor, the flash of the camera making their dead eyes glisten.

Even elderly who had body parts that twisted the wrong ways. An arm that went backwards or a leg that broke at the shin.

With all of the gruesome and obscene deaths, they all had one thing in common: two letters in small print reading 'ΑΒ'.

I gagged but I continued to flip through the disturbing papers, the mutilated people getting worse and worse with every flip.

My jaw was clenched the whole time and I almost passed out a few times from holding my breath.

Once I reached the end of the sub-folder's horrifying contents, there was a little paragraph at the bottom of the last page.

'Molecules of the testers refused to take any other blood type than their own. Body rejects the blood in many ways. For example, making the tester go insane, which results in the tester to seriously injure themselves to stop the so called "pain", simply killing the tester, or the tester surviving for a few days before eventually killing themselves.'

'Most use either the first or the last, resulting in many, many creative deaths.'

Creative..? Those terrifying deaths were.. creative?

'But now we finally have one singular success. Kim Taehyung.'

My heart pounded in my head twice with every word I read.

'All thanks to Mr. Kim Namjoon and his amazing contribution to the TA (type association).'

Joonie?

[author's notes]

Okay. So. I need some opinions.

Am I being too "direct" with this story?

Not necessarily direct, but did it take a useless turn?

I've always planned for the AB scenario, but.. is it too much?

Is it interesting? Because I know that this isn't the short, sweet story that I see all the time on Wattpad.
    
I just want to make this reading experience the best for you readers;)

Have a good day!