omega (✔️)

[79]

[79]

[Hoseok]

My arms were crossed and a pout resided on my face, sitting in the passengers seat angrily, "I'm going,"

"No, you're not."

I nodded stubbornly, "Yeah, I am,"

Yoongi scoffed and I could hear him roll his eyes, "If you think you're going, you're insane,"

I turned towards him with a blank expression, "I thought we already had this established, I am fucking bat-shit crazy."

The car ride was silent and I noticed that he had passed the turn towards my house and I inwardly chuckled in sweet, sweet success.

"So why would Mrs. Jeon call you? You're irrelevant since.." I coughed, "Jungkook is marrying Lalisa,"

Yoongi was quiet but I could tell he was thinking hard, "Are you and Jungkook okay? I've seen that you guys haven't talked in weeks,"

I sighed and leaned my head on the window of the car, watching the streetlights and cars pass by in a colorful blur, "..no, we're not okay,"
  
In the reflection of the window, I saw him look at me for a few seconds before turning back to the front, "Oh."

I was glad - happy even - that he wouldn't budge any further, since the topic of Jungkook hadn't passed through my mind since I last saw him, at that bar.

The car began to slow and we eventually came to an easy stop, Jungkook's mansion looming over us. Yoongi pulled the keys out of the ignition and hopped out of the car, I followed soon after, "Come on,"

I walked faster to catch up to Yoongi who was walking slowly with his hands in his pockets. Once I caught up to his pace, we walked towers the door and Yoongi lifted his hand to grab the door knocker. I heard screaming and yelling from inside and I instinctively grabbed his hand to stop him from opening the door.
    
"Yoong—"
   
[Jungkook]

"Jungkook! Dinner!" My mother's voice yelled from downstairs as I pulled a white T-shirt over my head.

Why would my mom call me for dinner? She burnt down our penthouse in New York because she boiled water. Like, what the fuck.

"Dinner?! I already ate!" I replied back, throwing myself on my fluffy bed and readying myself for a good night's sleep.
  
Then I felt a cold presence from behind me and I knew instantly that I was to go downstairs and eat her "dinner". I pushed myself up from my beautiful, soft sheets and stood on my two, stiff feet. Cursing under my breath, I walked down the stairs through my door and saw my mother standing at the bottom of the staircase with her arms wrapped around herself in an angry knot, "When I call you—"

"Come the first time, yeah yeah, I know, Ursula," I continued, rolling my eyes and using the railing of the stairs for light support, "So why have you 'cooked dinner'? Did dad come home or—"

"No, I wanted to have a nice dinner with my one and only son," she smiled, her eyes becoming evil fireflies that burned with a sinister flame, despite her proclaimed position as incarnation of the perfect, devout Luna.

I simply hummed in response, readying myself for her evil plan.

"Let's sit, my Kookie," she grabbed my wrist gently, the dark, malevolent tint in her eyes slowly dimming. I complied, not wanting an argument.
 
She led me to the extravagant dining room and my jaw dropped at the sight before me.
  
"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God!" I exclaimed, my hand coming up to cover my mouth, "What in the hell—!?"
 
Mother's large, doe-like eyes just stared at me with an innocent look, "Language, Kookie,"
 
Hobi and Yoongi were sitting in two chairs in the middle of the room, all furniture but those two chairs gone. My two best friends had cloth wrapped around their mouth and their hands tied behind their back. I began to run to them, their panicked eyes peering into mine, "Hobi! Yoo—"

"I would stop if I were you," a cold, shrill voice said from behind me along with a loud click. Hobi and Yoongi eyes widened and Yoongi screamed into the cloth, his voice coming out muffled.

I turned slowly to see my mother with a crazed look in her eyes along with a black pistol in her right hand, pointed at my two beloved friends behind me. My hands immediately lifted and I was utterly shocked, "Mom, calm down,"

"Mom? What happened to 'Ursula'?" She smiled, taking steps towards me, the gun not leaving from the two figures behind me. Her path curved from me and she walked until she was behind my two friends, the gun at her side now, "Oh, Kookie,"

I blinked, trying to take in this horrid situation. What is going on?

"Mom, please," I begged, putting my hand in a prayer position, "in the name of Luna, please, mother,"

She shook her head, "The moment the first lie slithered from your lips, I knew you needed punishment. I even gave you a second chance, allowing you to redeem yourself," she giggled, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, "But no."

Her eyes returned to that dark glare and I saw that they were getting shades lighter with every word that spat from her mouth, "You threw your chance away, Kookie,"

"Momma, plea—"

"You need punishment,"

I shook my head, tears forming in my eyes.

"Oh, you're gonna cry now?" She tilted her head to the side, a confused look in her eyes and she crossed her arms, the gun residing on the crease of her elbow, "I thought I hardened you enough to where that wasn't possible?"

I bit the inside of my bottom lip, sucking up the tears and the pain, "Please, leave them alone, they have nothing to do with this!" I pleaded with a pitiful look on my face.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, as if she was a teenager, "If they were your real friends, they wouldn't allow you to be swayed by a wicked omega. And that requires punishment,"

I shook my head, my breath being blocked by my regret clogged throat, "M-Mom.. please.." I croaked.

She smiled and somehow - despite the situation - she seemed happy, "And you get to choose who gets to atone."
 
I sniffed and my eyes widened, not sure if I heard her correctly, "What?"
  
She nodded, "Yep, now choose,"
  
[Author's notes]

Jungkook looks really old in this picture for some reason.