omega (✔️)

[62]

[62]

[Taehyung]

*at the A/N, there's a video that could possibly cause a seizure*

"So... what do I do now?" I asked with my eyes closed as I was banging my head slightly on my steering wheel in disappointment in myself.

"Well, you could go back to Mr. Jimin and tell him that you failed to find the child." Said Jennie as she picked something out from under her nails apathetically since she was only listening to my worries because she was paid to.

I shook my head, the leather of the steering wheel burning my head a bit and I knew that my forehead was going to have a long red line from the friction, "No, Jimin will be upset."

It was silent and I looked over at Jennie with a pitiful look, my bottom lip overtaking my top lip with some puppy dog eyes. She just looked at me with a disgusted expression and turned back to her nails, picking at the her cuticles that strayed from her nail. I cried out in sadness, "You're so mean to me!!"

She sighed and looked at me once again with a sharp look, her cat like eyes piercing mine, "The longer you prolong not telling Mr. Jimin, the more upset he will be when you finally do."

I was quiet and I thought about her suggestion.

This Byeol girl.. is crazy important to Chim.. if I don't come back with her, Chim might relapse.

I crossed the idea out in my mind, since failure was too risky.

"No, I can't afford to fail, Jennie." I groaned and banged my head on the steering wheel once more. That one last bang seemed to turn on a light switch in my head and I gasped, knowing just where to go. I lifted my sore head and began driving, Jennie screeching at my sudden start.

"MR. KIM! PLEASE!"

I laughed out loud crazily, already knowing that I'm going to find the girl with the plan I have in mind, "CALL ME TAEHYUNG, YOU RAT!!"

I continued to drive until I reached my destination.

Namjoon's house.

I jumped out the car, not even closing the door after me, since no one would even dare stealing something in the yard of the Kim Namjoon, considering he's one of the most prominent people in the world since his father eliminated the white plague.

I ran up to his front door and lifted a clenched fist to knock on his door wildly like I always do until I hesitated. My fist was hovering over the large white foot with a golden knob that I could faintly see my looming reflection in. I hesitated because everything I've learned about my origins came back to me that instant I lifted my fist.

"Taehyung?" Asked Jennie from beside me, her hands behind her back but I ignored her calling, letting my thoughts take over me.

The AB hybrid shit. Using me for his experiments before I was even born. My mother having an affair with him. Our friendship being fake.

But he's the only one who would know where Byeol is for sure since he has all records of omega movement since he's also the inventor of estrus injections and inducers.

This is for Jimin. For Jimin. Jimin.

Jimin.

My knuckles hit the door three times and I stepped back, waiting for the door to open.

I blinked once. Twice. Thrice.

Something clicked behind the door and I saw the knob moving, the door opening slowly. Namjoon's brown eyes widened once he saw me, "T-Taehyung?"

Of course he'd be surprised. We didn't exactly leave off on good terms since the last time I saw him, I found out he was fuckin my mother. His thick rimmed glasses were pushed up his nose and was wearing casual grey sweatpants with a white T-shirt.

"I need your help." I said, averting my eyes from his and holding my left upper arm with my right hand.

He seemed to hesitate for a second but he nodded, opening the door wide for both Jennie and I. I stepped into his large, beautiful house, the white marble and the sparkling chandelier almost blinding me. He walked around his house fluently, heading into the foyer so we could sit down and talk. He sat down on one of the black leather couches and I sat on the one that was parallel to him.

"So, what is it you need help with?" He asked with his upper body being supported by his knees with his elbows, his face showing genuine care.

I sighed, not really wanting to ask for help from him anymore, "Never mind, Namjoon, I should've never asked you."

I stood up and was about to walk out of his house but he grabbed a hold of my arm, halting me in my spot. Jennie stood up alarmingly, his grasp on my arm almost triggering her defense mechanism but he didn't care and refused to let go of my arm even when I was trying to yank it away,"No, Tae, I'm here for you."

I looked at his pleading eyes and sighed once more, sitting back down with a grudging look as I told Jennie to calm down in a small voice. He sat back down slowly, not breaking our eye contact.

"You know that omega trafficking situation that happened a few days ago?" I asked with crossed arms, even though it was common sense that he would know about it.

He nodded.

"Well, there's this child I'm looking for. She was caught up in it but I need to find her, and fast."

"May I ask why you need to find this child?"

"No, you can't." I retorted back with violent eyes, remembering memories of the wrongdoings he done to me.

"Okay," He nodded slightly, understanding only half of the reason why I'm angry, "Sure, I can do that. What's her name?"

"She's an unregistered." I informed and his expression changed into one of puzzlement.

"What do you need an unregistered for, Tae?"

"Don't call me Tae. Call me Taehyung." I corrected, "And that's none of your business."

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