The Unoticed Truth (Edited)

Chapter twenty-eight

Third pov:
Hoseok was on the edge of passing out, but he kept pushing through, fighting through the heat, nausea, and exhaustion pulsing through his viens.
But once it all finally ended, he used the last of his energy to walk off the stage, acting as if he was completely fine, but his group still kept a close eye on him.
The moment Hoseok got back stage, he fainted into Jungkook's arms, the alpha catching him immediately. Gently laying him down on the ground, using his lap as a pillow. The omegas doctor came rushing through a building crowd of sweaty bodies, getting down on his knees beside the omega. Placing two fingers on the omegas neck, checking his pulse. Then placing the buds of his stethoscope into his ears and placing the drum against the omegas belly, sighing in relief. Jimin came running with an ice pack, placing it under his friends burning, sweaty neck. Hoseok's dance group gazed at Hoseok completely worried and scared for his health.

Jimin, Jin and Jungkook, were the only ones able to make it to the competition to be with Hoseok. Both, Yoongi and Namjoon stayed home to watch their pups.
The doctor softly smiled at the omegas friends, "Don't worry, both Hoseok and the pups are fine, but make sure he doesn't dance anymore though. Maybe about three months, after giving birth, he can dance again. But, for now, no dancing, he is very strong and lucky after what he just did..." His cheeks puffed out, as he glanced down at the omega in pity and sadness, wishing he could do more to help the omega.
There was mumbling going around, from the other dance groups, groups that are from the Kim company and different companies, from all around Asia. Talking bad about the exhausted omega, that was still passed out on Jungkook's lap.
"What a faker."
"Yeah, I can't believe he even got his friends fooled too."
"He's just a slutty lier, the head alpha should just fire him."
"I agree, he's useless, fat, ugly, a bad example of an omega. Do you see how he dresses?"
"He probably dresses feminine to get the head alphas attention, the slut is to oblivious that the head alpha is only in real female omegas."
Hoseok's dance group growled, Jin was beyond pissed off himself, he managed to hold himself together. But had to hold Jimin back from pouncing on someone and from transforming into his wolf form. Yet, he didn't stop him from shouting and yelling at the selfish and arrogant wolfs that crowded around the small group of worried friends.
"You selfish, no good, heartless, ungrateful, arrogant, disrespectful MOTHER FUCKERS!! YOU ARE ALL COWARDS!! You wouldn't even be able stand on your own two FEET if you were to be in his shoes!! You are all selfish!! I hope you all rot in BLOODY HELL!!" Jimin growled, scaring most of the dancers, the alphas growled back at him. Yet, Jimin didn't even flinch, Jungkook still snarled at them though, because no one growls at his mates, not even to his friends. A thick silence spread through back stage, no one wanted to speak a word.

"We have the results for the winners!!! The winner of the competition!! Is... Hope World!!"
The dance group walked out on the stage without their leader, getting handed a big trophy. Taehyung tilt his head in confusion, not understanding why the omega wasn't on stage with his group. A low growl erupted in the back of his throat. He didn't like what he was seeing, not one bit, the omega coward out. Not bothering to even show up as leader, to give a thank you speech or anything. Instead it was Jimin, stating that Hoseok fainted after the dance performance because of the heat, but was positive that his friend is very proud of his group, their hard work and dedication. The omegas words, for some reason, only made the alpha growl more, clenching his jaw in irritation.

Hoseok woke up, looking around him, seeing his friends, Jimin and Yoongi, worried gaze glued on him. He soon noticed, that he was now back in his apartment, laying down in his bed, his clothes were different too. He turned his head and spot his doctor, who helped him sit up in the bed, so he could drink some water.
Jimin was in deep thought, thinking through everything, as if he was having a shower thought. It's random to suddenly think from the New Years party, to the present, and it was bothering him... a lot. He remembers Hoseok telling him that he received a text message from a friend, asking him to pick Taehyung up from the New Years Party.
"Seokie, honey I know you just woke up, but if you don't mind me asking.... and I know it might also sound reeeeaallly random but... Why wasn't Taehyung's sister the one to take him home from the New Years Party? His sister even could have easily called Jungkook or Jin. EonJin was at the party with her girlfriend Amber."
Hoseok tilted his head in confusion, taking another sip of his water, while the doctor did a few simple check ups on him and the pups. "What do you mean Jimin? You were the one that asked me to pick him up, you said his sister and girlfriend were to busy and even stated, that EonJin asked you, to ask me, to pick him up." The omega explained, stretching beside him to pick up his phone from the bed side table, but was having a little trouble. His doctor picked it up and hand the device to him. Hoseok lightly giggled out a 'thank you', beginning to scroll through his phone, searching through the old messages. He finally found them and handed his phone over it to Jimin. The omega scrunched his brows in confusion, taking his friends phone and began reading through the texts. Yoongi went on his tip toes to  look over his mates shoulder. Jimin pulls out his own phone, scrolling through it, glance at the two screens back and forth, checking the times and dates. Shaking his head, "Hyung, I never sent those massages, they're not even in my message history on my phone. I mean, yeah that is my number, but I didn't send them..."
Jimin hands both phones to his friend, Hoseok takes the devices, his eyes glancing back and forth, his face scrunched in complete confusion. "How was this possible?" He thought and shook his head, handing the device back to its owner.
"I don't know what to say Jimin-ah... It doesn't make any sense..." Hoseok didn't mention anything about the unknown number, that's been sending him weird texts for months. He left it out of the conversation, not wanting to worry his friends more than they already are. He also didn't want them to get hurt, not knowing the face to the unknown number and what they could be capable of, made him worry for his friends well-being.
Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest, showing his too small of a growing bump. He flinched, taking deep breaths in and out of his nose, massaging his recently kicked rib, letting out a sigh, and eyeing his bump. "Can't you two not kick me in the ribs and lungs, please pups, it hurts mama." Hoseok mumbled to his belly, rubbing it, calming his active pups down, receiving two little kicks against his palm. The cute sight made everyone smile, seeing their friends interacting with his unborn pups.
Yoongi soon spoke up, using his forefingers to massage his temples, as he began thinking about the situation more. "This all still doesn't make any sense... how does someone hack into a phone like that? It's like these mystery wolfs wanted, maybe even planned this to happen to Hoseok, and not just that! They might, somehow even know that neither of us have EonJins number!! She has ours, for emergencies only, but we don't have hers because Mr. Kim said it was for fame reasons, and that we haft to wait until Taehyung bloody marries, yatta yatta, but. You get what I'm saying though. Right?" The omega was beyond frustrated, anger riled up in him, everyone in the room could almost see steam coming out his ears from how upset he was. Jimin shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest,  "We'll figure something out Yoongi-baby, this is all very confusing and really weird, but right now, we haft to make sure a certain omega gains a little more weight." He stated, as he sheepishly gazed towards Hoseok, who rolled his eyes and relax back against his headboard.

Taehyung's pov:
I came home, slamming the front door from the built up anger and irritation. Heading to the living room and sprawling out on the couch, my father sitting on the other couch.
"Was the competition that bad? Also, I came back from my business trip today and was told you've been in a bad mood lately, is everything ok son?" I released a heavy sigh, staring at the high sealing above me, watching the giant fan spin. 
"I don't want to talk about it dad, it's been a very long day for me," I mumbled, standing back up and heading upstairs to my room.
"I'm going to take a short nap, wake me, if you need me," I quickly inform, before running up the flight of stairs. Heading down a few halls, entering my room, I change into a baggy shirt and sweatpants. And jump onto my bed, taking in the scent on my comforter, a lingering scent that haunts me, I can smell it everywhere, no matter where I go. I can smell him, his warm vanilla scent is intoxicating, like a drug, I hate him so much. But I can't let him go no matter how hard I try, my chest heats up every time he comes into my office. I hate it, I despise it, yet... that's what I believe at least. I drop my face in a pillow, letting out loud groan into it, I don't know what to think anymore. My heart says help the omega, love him, kiss him, hug him, treat him like the queen he is meant to be. But my brain says he is a lier, that he's just like everyone else, he is playing with me like my ex did, he only wants to use me and play with my emotions and mind. I wish could remember everything that what happened that night, to know if the bloody omega is telling the truth.