omega (✔️)

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[99]

[Jimin]

As Jungkook and I exited the building that we had previously thrown someone off of, there were cars and ambulances everywhere. People gathered around in a large circle, most likely around Jungkook's mother's dead body. There had to be at least two hundred people gathered on the street before us. Thankfully, Jungkook had thrown her off of the building to where she wasn't in front of the door, giving us a path where we could safely and stealthily get out. People cried out and sobbed on the side of the street, mourning the most beloved woman in the world besides Luna herself. Everyone in the world besides a few, like Jungkook and I, were deluded with thoughts of religion which circled around this one woman.

Jungkook's mother was equal to Luna. She was the tangible figure in their life that gave them hope to live in this shitty vertical society based on blood and I know, because I was one of them. But now, she's dead and gone.

I held Jungkook's hand tightly and he squeezed it back in response. I looked around once more to see that all of the attention was focused on Jungkook's mother. Jungkook and I began to speed walk towards a taxi who had stopped on the sidewalk, jumping in, "To JunJang hospital! And quick!"

The taxi driver tossed his phone on the passenger's side and began to drive, only after he cringed at our appearances in the rear view mirror.

[twenty minutes later]

No cars around us would move and we were stuck in an unbelievable amount of traffic. Around five minutes ago, the taxi driver turned on the radio, allowing us to hear the numerous amount of radio stations going on and on about Jeon Yein and her mysterious death. Some stations played music in her favor, her favorite songs and whatnot. Then some stations were coming up with heartfelt theories about whether it was suicide or murder.

Jungkook's hand was still in mine, caressing my skin slowly and reassuringly.

"All of this traffic!" The taxi driver exclaimed as he slammed his hand against the wheel, "Probably because of Yein, everyone wants to see her before they send her away to the regime to cremate her,"

I furrowed my eyebrows, "The regime wouldn't cremate Luna's incarnation? Would they?"

He looked at me in the rear view mirror, "You kidding me? The regime wouldn't even think about letting her precious body go, they're probably going to build a gigantic tomb to place her ashes in to respect her,"

I grinded my teeth anxiously, the fear of the man somehow finding out that Jungkook and I were the ones who had murdered Yein, the one and only incarnation of Luna. I looked to Jungkook with a worried expression, "I know that if I find Jin, he'll help me—us." I whispered, looking into his eyes.

"How sure are you that Jin will wholeheartedly help us, after he finds out what we did?" He whispered back, his eyes on the taxi driver, making sure that our conversation wasn't being heard.

"Jin is family, he will help me for sure,"

He turned to me, "Family isn't always as close as you think it is,"

My eyes flickered from his left and his right, "Jin will help us,"

He nodded, looking back at the taxi driver, examining his closely, "Yoongi'll help us too, he'll help us no matter what,"

I furrowed my eyes, remembering Yoongi's apathetic attitude towards the world, "I remember him. But why would he help us? All he knows about me is that I'm an omega, and he doesn't seem like the most motivated person in the world,"

A dark expression set onto his face and for a small moment, he scared me, "He will help us, for sure."

The taxi driver honked his horn a few times and screamed out of the window before turning back to us with a sorry expression, "I'm sorry, guys, but I don't think we're gonna be moving any time soon,"

I looked to Jungkook, "What do you wanna do?"

"We need help, but the question is from Jin or Yoongi,"

I looked down, thinking hard.

[Taehyung]

"I know that this is a lot to take in, Taehyung, but this is the truth,"

I nodded and locked my eyes with his, "This is the truth, and the truth is that you fucked up my life, Namjoon,"

His eyes hardened, not expecting my answer, "Yeah, my mom fucking gave me away, but you're the one who injected me with that fucking serum!"

I wanted to jump out of the bed and tackle him to the ground, but I knew that since I haven't use my legs in days and my soreness from the crash, it was impossible for me to do anything, "Get out,"

"Taehyung, I—"

I grabbed the red button that would call the nurse into my room, "Get the fuck out of my room before I have security drag you out."

He froze and stood, his eyes not leaving mine, "I'll be coming back,"

"And I'll have security here in a second,"

He grabbed his jacket before opening the door, "You are the sole reason why I was born, Taehyung, and because of you, I won't have to kill anyone anymore. So, I don't care if you hate me for what I did. Frankly, I don't give a shit, but you are a hybrid. The only one in the whole entire world, so if I'm never going to get through that head of yours, expect the TA to. And they are way less lenient than me. Simple security won't stop them."

He slammed the door behind him and I flinched in response. My eyes wouldn't leave the door, anger piercing it.

I slammed my hand into my thigh because of how weak I was. Ever since I was born, I've been weak. Because of Namjoon and my mother. Because my mother gave me up in order to be pretty. Because Namjoon injected me with the beta serum.

Because of them, I'm weak.

[author's notes]

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