omega (✔️)

[55]

[55]

[Jungkook]

"Yes, four hundred and thirty six omegas stuck in human trafficking unit thirteen," I replied to my security head as he asked me dozens of questions.

"Yes sir, that will be all, thank you," he informed sternly as he bowed slightly, showing his respect, his posture reminding me of a legit wall.

I sighed as I saw his back walking away from me and I was soon alone in the long grass, about twenty police cars and two helicopters a good distance away from me.

Everyone involved in the omega trafficking will be arrested and maybe even killed for massacring two hundred defenseless omegas. Even Jikwan.

The police were still arresting some more of the perpetrators, but all the omegas were still in the building, waiting for the dozens of paramedics to show up. My shoes were covered with little droplets of dew, dampening the fabric of my timberlands. I didn't care too much, knowing that if I took the time to change my shoes and clothes, more of these omegas would be dead.

Wait. What? I don't care. They're just omeg—

His scent became prominent and I saw that Jimin was walking slowly with a blanket around him, Taehyung wrapping an arm around him for some support. Seokjin was following behind them with a tense expression and I scoffed irritably at his PDA, but my feet under me where moving subconsciously towards the pair.

The three were walking to Taehyung's small Mercedes so I headed there also, making it to the car about the same time as them. Taehyung looked at me with a hint of loathing, but it quickly vanished, probably realizing the good that I've done for him. Jimin's eyes were glued to the floor, a gray look over his eyes.

I decided to not even bother him at the moment, knowing that the consequences might be severe. Taehyung opened the backseat's door and helped Jimin inside, making sure that he didn't bump his head or anything since he was so out of it. He shut the door as softly as he could, loud noise definitely going to trigger a panic attack of some sort. As he did this, Jin was trekking his way to the passenger's side all the way around the car.

Once Jin had sat in the passenger seat and closed the door lightly, he turned to me, his face blank. As I examined him, I noticed that he had many alpha features. Strong nose bone. Strong jaw line. Strong eye shape.

To summarize it, he's a strong man. And I don't like that. Not one bit.

"Hey," his word violently pulled my out of my examination, "I just wanted to say thanks."

My confusion was evident on my face considering that he rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly.

"Okay lemme explain, I hate you so much, like, you're one awful motherfucker and I'd beat the living hell out of you if it didn't mean absolute failure for my family and business," he said with a hard tone but I kept my cool, knowing that his opinion didn't matter to me, "but if not for you, I never would've found my Jimin."

My eye twitched at the word "my".

"Well, until you guys get married, he technically isn't yours, so you might wanna rephrase that a lit—" I tried to explain but he interrupted me along with an angry face which irritated me to no end.