omega (✔️)

[68]

[68]

[Jimin]

I was laying on Taehyung's bed, thinking about everything's that happened. My head was pounding painfully since it was filled with thoughts of putridity.

Byeol's gone.

Mom's gone.

I didn't even have much in the first place so now that the little things that I did have are gone, I'm empty. I'm an empty shell.

I have nothing.

The tears began to well up in my eyes but I wiped them away roughly with my sleeve.

It's fine. Everything's fine. At least you have Taehyung. He's always gonna be there for you.

But that didn't make me happy at all. If anything, it made me want to cry even harder.

Not one thing in my life is in my favor.

I guess all those things about omegas being useless are true, despite momma's words. I can't just go fucking with random people to make the pain go away.

I sat up, my legs dangling from Taehyung's high set bed, "My life is shit. My life will always be shit."

Why do I even need to live? This is some fucking bull. I'm not gonna live a life where everything just wants to fuck me over.

I refuse to.

[Jungkook]

While I was filling out some paperwork for my inheritance of the company and my wedding that was due next week, my phone rang in my back pocket and I pulled it out, looking at the caller ID.

Taehyung?

I sighed, the thoughts from that night in Jin's bar resurrecting my anger, but I still answered the call, "What?"

"Damn, you don't gotta get an attitude with me, you fucker." Scoffed Taehyung from the other side, his voice making me want to strangle him through the phone.

"Didn't you block me?" I asked, continuing to sign my signature paper after paper. The cold, dark room was lit up with a singular lamp that loomed over my head.

"Yeah, I did, but that doesn't matter now." He said with an agitated voice, "If it were me, I wouldn't have even thought about calling your sorry ass of a—"

There was yelling in the background which immediately shut him up, "It's about Jimin."

My hand stopped moving and I set my pen down so I could focus on Taehyung's words, needing a break anyways, "Continue."

I leaned back in my chair, holding my phone closer to my ear.

"Well, he's gone. I have no idea where he went or why he left, but he's not in my apartment anymore." He said with a stressed voice.

"Wait. Y'all live together? When did—"

"Jungkook! That doesn't matter! What matters is that Jimin is missing again!" He yelled into the phone, his voice breaking as he scolded me.