omega (✔️)

[52]

[52]

[Jungkook]

I swam through the sea of people roughly, pushing drunks off of me and not bothering to even think of courtesy. I kept following the line even though all of the smells of omegas making me hazy. Is it normal for an omega to smell so.. alluring?

I clenched my jaw so I wouldn't be pulled in by the hundreds of  scents.

I could feel Jimin in this craziness and I continued through until I was finally met with a door. He's behind his door. I know it.

I grabbed the door handle and tried twisting it but it wouldn't budge. Fuck, it's locked.
  
I sighed but once I heard small, pitiful cries, I grabbed the door handle once more but instead of twisting, I ripped the handle off and the door swung open.

In the room was five people. A woman lying on the floor, dead, and another small man accompanying her. The woman had black hair that was frizzy, thin and her skin was yellowish and rubbery looking. I looked at the man who had blonde hair and a frail body, befitting for an omega. He had blue bruises on his wrists and his lips were parted lifelessly.
 
Then there was a man with black hair that was rocking himself back and forth, low murmurs coming from his lips. His face reminded me of a skeleton and I could immediately tell he had been here for way too long. A small child, about seven or eight, was wearing dirty rags and slept soundly despite the loud music and this horrid situation.
 
Finally, there was Jimin.

He held the small girl in his arms, his lower half covered only by a thin blanket. His eyes were sunken in and it looked like he hadn't been fed for two to three days as well as major dehydration. There was a trace of dry blood down the crease of his arm and bruises all over his shaking body. Tears slid down his cheeks as he stared at me in fear. His pheromones were pulling me closer but I knew that this was not the time, so I suppressed the wolf inside me. It didn't look like he was emitting these pheromones willingly. I took one step towards him but he scooted away with his feet, protectively tightening his grip around the small child.
 
I stopped, not wanting to scare him and maybe have him attack me, "Jimin, it's me, Jungkook."

His eyes were glazed over by a terrified lens and I could tell that he didn't even recognize my face nor my voice, but I persisted and continued to talk to him, "I'm here to save you."
  
He released pheromones that sent small, painful tingles across the top of my skin. I didn't even know omegas did that, but, honestly, I know close to nothing about them. It feels like a small sunburn but if a weak beta were to experience this, it would most definitely worse.

"Jimin, we can escape."

He shook his head and I could tell that he was reminiscing on something painful by the horrid look on his face, "No.. I can't.. escape.."
  
What could've traumatized him so much in the span of just a few days?
   
Considering that he was naked under the blanket, I could put two and two together..
  
His body began to tremble and immediately I knew that he wouldn't alone leave with me.
    
I tried to think about an idea but before I could, I heard someone's heavy footsteps from behind me and I turned quickly.

"Jeon Jungkook?"

I looked at the large alpha who was staring at me with confusion. This was Jung Jikwan, a relative of Hobi. Once their family married into mine three generations back, there have been some branches of his family that were kicked out, Jikwan's being one of them. They disagreed with the idea of the Jeon family absorbing the legacy of the Jung's, and I haven't seen any since. So this is what they're doing now. 
   
Omega trafficking.
     
"I didn't think you enjoyed this type of activity," A smirk spread across Jikwan's face and he stepped towards me, "I can even give you a discount on one of your pick since it's been so long."

He attempted to put his arm around my shoulder but I grabbed it and twisted it behind his back, one small push and his shoulder would be out of the socket.
  
"WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!" The black haired man screamed from under me.

God, he's annoying.

I snapped his shoulder and he dropped the floor, a groaning and crying mess. I crossed my arms as I stared at his babylike actions, rolling around on the floor and screaming out childishly. I heard a whimper from behind me and I stiffened.

I had totally forgot that Jimin was standing right behind me. His mental state was already unstable but seeing that..

"..shit." I muttered, not even turning around to see his disappointment.

What do I do? He's definitely not gonna trust me now.
 
A lightbulb appeared in my head and I grabbed my phone from my pocket and began to text.
  
[Taehyung]

I sat at the bar, my fingers running through my hair with an insane amount of anxiety flowing through each fingertip, "If only I noticed earlier.. If I didn't go to sleep when you called me.. If I just went to go visit him instead of being caught up in my problems.. If I just.."
  
Jin slammed his hand hard on the counter, me jumping in reaction, "Stop, Taehyung. No more 'if's, only 'what now's."

Even though I've been trying to hold them back ever since I left Jimin's home, tears started to pool my eyes silently, "But I feel like it's all my fault—"

"Maybe it is," Jin stated curtly, interrupting me, "Maybe it's not, but wallowing around in our miserableness isn't going to help us find our Jimin."

I realized that he was indeed right. I need to stop. I wiped my damp cheeks with my sleeve, sniffing a bit.

"Well, what now?"

Then a little ding, which signaled I got a text, sounded throughout the quiet bar. I pulled the device out from my back pocket and looked at the message. It was from Jungkook.

Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook?
  
Why is he texting me?

[author's notes]

Oof finally, right?

Even I've been waiting for them to meet.

But I hope you look forward to next chapter! Please vote and comment!

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