blue eyes white wolf | taekook

26. it surprises me how often we hold oursevles back until we have no choice

title quote by: po branson

He felt cold, but strangely warm as well. His body refused to move as his brain tried its hardest to wake him faster. His neck burned as he slowly came to, his chest tight from some unknown emotion, and his face ached strangely- a tingling sensation just under the skin. His ears felt as if they were stuffed with cotton, every sound around him muffled and distant.

Something was latched around his legs, something sharp curled so tightly that his muscles aches from the tension. He groaned from the pain and the tightness loosened.

"Well that didn't last long," an unfamiliar voice ground out, and like a wash of cold water Jungkook's eyes snapped open.

Immediately he was met with the tangled mess of dirty brown hair, an unfamiliar scent in his nose from the shoulder he was pressed tightly against. The hand locked around his thighs to hold him squeezed even tighter when his legs jerked in surprise. Sharp claws threatened to pierce skin when the fingers curled even tighter.

"I wouldn't struggle if I were you, omega." The stranger growled, but Jungkook's mind had already slipped into survival mode. His limbs were stiff but in his sudden, growing panic he thrust an arm and was satisfied by the grunt the stranger let out at the impact. His elbow collided with something hard, the back of his skull, maybe. Jungkook gasped when the grip around his legs suddenly disappeared and he felt his body fall to the side. "You bitch!" He snapped, but Jungkook was too frazzled to focus on the explosion of anger.

"Put me down!" His tongue was heavy in his mouth but that didn't stop the venom that dripped from his lips. "Put me the fuck down!" He had no idea what had happened, where he still was, who held him, but he knew one thing: it wasn't Taehyung , and that was enough. TaehyungTaehyungTaehyung- it was on repeat on his brain, the alpha's scent, touch, his very essence engraved on his soul. "Tae!" He cried out, unaware if they were even still in the same room. "Taehyung!" He scrambled to push himself to his hands and knees as he frantically called for his mate.

"Oh, shut up."

The dark voice made Jungkook freeze, and his skin crawled as a familiar figure stepped into view. There was a door at the end of the hall, and the omega watched as Baekhyun kicked the door shut.

"You're so loud." He complained as he rolled his eyes. Long, blood stained fingers carded through his light hair and Jungkook felt his stomach roll. There didn't seem to be barely a scratch on him, despite the blood splattered across his face and the lock of hair that lay flat against his forehead, red. "It's hard to hear myself think."

"Are we ready?" Jungkook's captor suddenly asked, uncaring how he interrupted the alpha. By his scent he was only a beta, but he knew that rank had nothing to do with strength.

"Of course. You know I don't leave loose ends."

Jungkook's mind latched onto those words and immediately jumped to the worst conclusion- something he repeatedly excelled in. "What did you do Taehyung?" He asked desperately, arms wrapped tightly around himself and their baby. "Where is he? What did you do to him?"

The only consolation he has was that the spark of their bond hadn't died, not yet. Even when Baekhyun barked out a cruel laugh and made a show of wiping his dirty hands on his pants he knew that Taehyung wasn't dead. Not yet.

"Oh, you know how it goes- what else was I supposed to do when my baby brother started acting out?" His smile was deceptively sweet as he spoke. "I had to put him in his place, remind him how a real Alpha fights." That sweet smile morphed into something ugly when he brandished his razor sharp teeth. "Had to get a little rough. My bad."