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“Do I really need to go?” Yoongi asks and hopes to get a negative answer.
“Yes,” Samuel straightens his tie and thoughtfully examines his appearance in a huge mirror on the wall. “So raise your charming ass and start getting ready,” the alpha orders, trying on cufflinks from his favorite Italian fashion house.
“Sam, you have many whores, take any, I would love to end this day in bed,” the omega continues to whine, but stops when he catches the alpha’s displeased look in the mirror.
“I conclude today, one might say, a deal of the century, and it infuriates me when my omega refuses to share my triumph with me,” Sam slowly approaches the bed and stops in front of Yoongi. “Be a good boy, put on your best clothes. In two hours you and I will go to conquer this city. I want to enjoy the expression on Mort’s face when he sees what a tasty morsel I have grabbed for myself” the alpha pulls the omega towards himself and lightly touches his lips.
“I knew that you were not just dragging me to this meeting. You are feeding your ego!” Yoongi is trying to get out of the alpha’s grip, but Sam pulls him closer and purses his lips in a hard kiss.
“It's not just for show. You know, that you are irreplaceable in parties like this. You wink and distract when needed.” Sam grins and gets a bite on his lip.
“You will not get it. I am not going to help you with my appearance. I’m tired of it,” Yoongi crawls out of bed and, escorted by the man’s hungry gaze, goes to the dressing room.
“Don't let the thorns out,” the alpha laughs. “And don't flash your ass when I'm in a hurry, do you think I'm iron?”
Yoongi hears a door slam and, with a doomed sigh, begins to choose his outfit for the evening.
Born from a whore, will be a whore.
Yoongi has heard this phrase throughout his not-so-long life.
The omega doesn't know his dad. But he knows that he is the result of a four-minute sex for thirty dollars. His father loved to scream this during his anger fits. The alpha had taken Yoongi from the omega immediately after giving birth and brought him to his family. Yoongi knew that Song, his father’s omega, was not his dad. The elder himself had announced this to the child when he asked for the same red jacket that his omega brother Bryn had gotten. According to Song, Yoongi had better ask his own father for one, not him. Yoongi then went and asked his father about his second parent, but he barked that he had died, and the omega hadn’t asked him again since. Yoongi put up with the role of the unwanted child in the family, was sincerely grateful for the food and the roof over his head, and patiently endured all the reproaches. Song never accepted Yoongi as his own child, but he did not humiliate him. The omega was humiliated by his father, who seemed to be waiting for his son to repeat the fate of his slutty parent. But Yoongi smashed the picture, which elder Min had collected in his head, over and over again. He studied hard, graduated with honors from school, and shocked his parents with a grant at the College of Diplomacy. Bryn not only did not receive a grant; he did not even score a minimum passing score. The parents had gotten even angrier at Yoongi, and the guy had to spend all his free time in his room. He came down only late at night for a sandwich. Those minutes when he did encounter his parents, his father continued to address him as ‘whore’ and even came up with a new theory that Yoongi himself would not pass the exams. He hinted that the omega slept with almost all the representatives of the selection committee and that had been it for Yoongi.
That evening, having slammed the door loudly, he left home. Spending the night on a park bench was not very convenient, especially when a drunken alpha began to cling to him, so in the morning Yoongi returned home and did not react to his father's words anymore. Tried not to react. Over the years, Yoongi created a seemingly impenetrable armor around himself, and he almost did not respond to insults from his family members, sometimes, on very rare evenings, he simply trapped himself in the bathroom and cried quietly from injustice. Yoongi knew that no one loved him in the family, and realized that his father dragged him only to get a plus sign in paradise. After entering college, Bryn joined his parents. Yoongi knew that his brother was jealous of his success, and most importantly, of his appearance. Bryn was a pale, sickly-thin omega, but this was not enough. Fate played a cruel joke on him - he smelled like wormwood. Yoongi smells like raspberries. But Bryn was not jealous of his smell, but of his appearance. Yoongi is handsome. He looks like a fragile Chinese porcelain doll, with smooth alabaster skin and perfect facial features. It seemed that the higher forces had gathered in Yoongi everything that should be in the appearance of a beautiful omega, but this was not enough, they also gave him perseverance. All that Bryn didn't have. Yoongi was courted by alphas in college, received gifts, but refused to have relationships. He wanted to learn, then apply to the university, he wanted to prove to the whole world that he could be better, that blood does not determine his future, but no matter what success he achieved, he still heard a vile ‘ whore ’ in the back. The omega planned to move away from his parents and live separately after college, but fate decreed in its own way.
Yoongi was seventeen when his whole family, returning from the birthday of friends, where of course they hadn’t taken him, died in a car accident.
Yoongi did not even have time to mourn them. Several months went to trial and finally exhausted the guy’s already shaky nervous system. Yoongi began to learn to live alone, because he had no other relatives, except his father’s family that he never considered as his own. He met Samuel at a college donor evening. That time Sam was just the right hand of his brother, the head of one of the country's five most powerful criminal Houses. Yoongi would have forgotten about their little dialogue in the evening, but Sam persisted. He sent gifts, asked him out on dates, and looked after him nicely, and for Yoongi, warmth was then a matter of life and death. Sam was still an adult, unlike the crowds of alphas running after Yoongi in college. It was interesting to talk with Sam— the omega began to catch himself thinking that he liked the alpha. Short afternoon meetings in the cafe turned into dinners, and then Sam began to stay for the night. Samuel was Yoongi’s first. The omega doesn't know if it was love, but with him, he felt safe and warm. Therefore, Yoongi immediately accepted the offer of the alpha to move in together. It was hard for Yoongi to remain in the house, where every detail reminded him of a dead family, and his hand did not rise to sell his father’s inheritance. Yoongi moved to Sam’s, continued to study, and planned to enter university. Everything changed when, during the next conflict of the houses, Sam’s brother was killed. All power passed to Samuel, and he began to change right before the omega’s eyes. Yoongi realized that a huge load was transferred to his alpha, and that was difficult, but Sam began to disappear more often with his guys, became addicted to cocaine, and treated the omega differently. Samuel appeared in the mansion when he wanted to and immediately dragged the omega into the bedroom. Having satisfied his sexual urges, he usually exchanged a few words with the omega and left again. During one of these visits, Yoongi did not allow himself to be touched and demanded an explanation. The omega wanted a normal relationship, the same as they had before Sam became the head of the House, but the alpha only grinned at his hysterics and raped him. The next morning, Yoongi packed his things and returned to his old house. Sam arrived in the evening and threatened that if the omega did not return to the mansion, they would take him out of the house in a black bag. Yoongi realized that this Sam could do that. After a scandal and a busted lip, the omega returned to the mansion. Yoongi decided to wait a bit, hoping that the alpha would get tired of him, and then he could leave. The omega had no feelings for Sam. All his feelings died that night when the alpha, twisting his arms, forcibly fucked him.
Yoongi graduated from college, continued to live in the alpha’s mansion, and prepared documents for admission. This continued until today, when the alpha wanted to drag the omega back to his meetings again. Yoongi hates these meetings, but is afraid to argue with the alpha. Samuel often uses the omega as a distraction in such gatherings and openly flaunts him.
Yoongi is nineteen, and he knows he is handsome. He knows that once he appears in any gathering, he instantly attracts glances. Yoongi is handsome and he doesn’t need to fit “standards” or be declared by the Internet and TV as a beauty. His beauty is fiery, not creeping into any framework, driving all alphas crazy and making them thirsty.
“You were born to live in bed, letting you out of it is the greatest nonsense,” Sam whispers in a fit of passion, and the omega darkens. Maybe Yoongi’s family has already been gone for a couple of years, but he still hears that he is a sex toy from the others. Although, God knows that it wasn’t the case - Yoongi does not need this beauty at all.
Yoongi straightens with fingers his fiery red hair, puts on black eyeliner to the upper lid, and looks at his image in the mirror for the last time. Burgundy skinny trousers and a white translucent blouse that exposes the collarbones look perfect on the omega. Yoongi realizes that he looks gorgeous dropping into the back seat of an armored limousine, where the alpha is already waiting for him. Sam devours the guy with his eyes, promises to fuck him right after the meeting, because he doesn’t want to spoil the makeup and perfect look of his omega.
“To show off is far more important than all your desires,” Yoongi grins bitterly. Anyway, the omega is ready to play his role today, he’s used to it.
The limousine stops in front of a small casino on the outskirts of a city whose yard is already full of cars. Sam patiently waits in the passenger compartment, while his people inspect the territory, and then gets out of it, dragging the omega behind him. The casino is closed for a meeting. Behind an upholstered green cloth table in the back of the room is a formidable alpha, surrounded by his guard. As soon as Sam comes up, everyone rises and greets him. Yoongi, as is customary at such meetings, smiles charmingly at everyone, taking champagne from a waiter, and leans against a column a few steps from Sam. Yoongi isn’t the only omega in the room: Mort - Sam’s future partner, is sitting at the table and is surrounded by three omegas. Yoongi would hate himself for reaching as low as becoming nothing more than eye-candy, but there is no desire to delve into himself again. Better endure. He knows that talks will end with a handshake, then they will return to the mansion, where Sam will fulfill the promise made in the car and leave. And then for Yoongi, finally, there will come a long-awaited vacation and a few days devoted only to himself. The omega will go to the recently opened exhibition, then he will go to the commission to find out what is happening with the reception of his documents. So half an hour in this casino, with unfriendly and fully armed alphas, he can survive. Considering that Sam is nearby, Yoongi is in relative safety. Yoongi, with all his looks, shows that he is deadly bored, slowly sipping champagne and waiting for Sam to make a deal and leave.
The omega strenuously ignores the lustful glances of an alpha next to Mort trying to get his attention and reaches for a second glass, which immediately falls from his hands and shatters. Yoongi hears a rumble and the subsequent shots, it seems, even the gunshots from automatic rifles. He instinctively lays on the floor and covers his ears. The omega watches with horror as Sam’s men, taking out their pistols, aim at Mort and his people, who, in turn, are not indebted either. Both sides blame each other for the setup, and the omega, taking advantage of the bustle, tries to crawl to the door when it is literally demolished. Yoongi crawls back to the wall, squeezes into it, as if he could penetrate it and be on the other side. Shots and screams cease, all the attention of those present is directed to the door. Several alphas enter the room, and parting, they let inside the one about whom Yoongi heard a million times from Sam himself, and even saw his face a couple of times in the news, but in real life, the omega is seeing him for the first time.
Jeon Jungkook - the head of the second most powerful House of the country. A person who is in full control of the arms and drugs trade in this part of the world. Yoongi swallows noisily, unable to tear his eyes away from the man who towers above all the rest. Jungkook idly takes a step forward, squeamishly inspects the alphas standing inside, and glances over to the omegas near Mort.
“I don’t remember that I invited the Jeon House to today's meeting,” Sam hisses in an evil voice and goes to those who enter.
“I don’t need an invitation,” Jungkook grins and, bypassing Sam, goes to Mort, who doesn’t move.
“This is a violation of the rules!” Yoongi sees Sam’s face turning purple. “I will turn to the Council; you will answer for self-will!”
“Shut up,” Jungkook says in an icy tone and walks around the table.
Mort nervously clutches a pistol in his hand, and Yoongi is sure that he is not even breathing. The alpha does not turn, does not look at Jungkook, he simply holds a gun in his hand and looks at it. Yoongi no longer distinguishes where whose bodyguards are. The rest of the omegas are scaredly clinging to each other not far from the table. The air in the room is discharged to the limit, it seems as if striking a match would lead to everything flying to hell. Yoongi looks at Sam with a prayer in his eyes, but the alpha does not turn in his direction, the next second the omega hears a shot, and then a few more. Yoongi watches as the green cloth on the table turns black due to the blood flowing from the head of the alpha. Mort's guards, who had not even had time to raise their weapons, lie on the floor.
“How? What?” Sam asks confusedly and is pulled to the floor by the guard, who has begun to shoot back.
Yoongi puts his palms to his ears and squints. He prays for it to end. He asks for higher powers so that his death will be quick. He will die, he knows it for sure. Jungkook killed Samuel’s partner, intervened in the contract, and seems to be killing Sam now. Jungkook went against the rules and, apparently, will go to the end. Yoongi opens his eyes only when there is complete silence, looks to where Sam was lying before, and sees that almost all his guards are dead. Sam crawls to the door, and Jungkook walks slowly behind him, changing the clip in his gun.
“You have no right,” Sam wheezes. “You encroached on the House! You will answer for it!” The alpha continues to creep, leaving a bloody trail.
“There are no witnesses — no charges,” Jungkook laughs aiming at his head. “Say hello to your brother,” The alpha pulls the trigger.
“No,” Yoongi exhales, barely audibly, and looks at the brains of his ex-boyfriend, spread across the floor.
Jungkook inspects the room, notices the omegas, and smiles at them. Yoongi thinks that this smile sentenced to death. Although Jungkook didn’t smile at him, he didn’t even look in his direction once, but it seems to Yoongi that from his only smile a sticky fear envelops his skin, and it cannot be etched from his pores.
“Kill them all,” orders Jungkook to the alpha standing next to him, confirming Yoongi’s thoughts.
Having finished with orders, Jungkook goes towards the door again. Yoongi realizes that this is the end. He cannot survive. In horror, he watches the omegas falling to the floor, knocked down by a bullet, barely restraining himself from emptying the contents of his stomach on the floor, and sees one of Jungkook’s bodyguards walking towards him and loading a gun. Yoongi gathers all his last strength and breaks off to the exit, where he is immediately grabbed by the guard following the boss. The guard painfully kicks the omega under his knee, forcing him to sit on the floor. Then the man takes out a gun and immediately aims at his forehead.
“Don’t kill me, please,” Yoongi whines mournfully and catches Jungkook’s eyes for the first time this evening.
“What a doll,” Jungkook walks up to the omega on his knees, clings to his chin, and makes him rise on trembling legs.
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise, I won’t tell,” Yoongi continues to chatter and unable to maintain balance, leans against the table behind. Jungkook glances appraisingly at the guy, grins faintly. Yoongi shrinks from the look of anthracite-colored eyes, he is pressing himself against the table with all his strength, trying to maintain a distance between them. This only amuses the alpha, he comes close, sees the omega rushing about in an attempt to avoid his touch, and continues to study the boy in front of him. He holds his gaze on milky white collarbones, runs his tongue over his teeth, as if checking his fangs, raises his eyes to his lips, presses them with his thumb, sharply attracts the omega to himself, and sniffs noisily. Yoongi is in a fever, he trembles in the alpha’s hands, tries to hold on to the remnants of his rapidly leaving consciousness, and literally suffocates from the smell of the alpha burning his lungs. Yoongi will definitely remember him and recognize him from a thousand. Because the incredible mixture of lemon and sandalwood makes the omega's knees bend, and the room go shaking before his eyes. The only thing that keeps Yoongi awake are the black eyes that look straight into his soul, and the omega mentally clings to them, just so as not to lose consciousness. “Please, I won’t say anything,” Yoongi asks with trembling lips, looking eye to eye.
“Of course you will not say anything,” Jungkook grins, pulls the omega to him, and kisses him. He opens his lips, bursts his tongue in, tormenting the omega’s mouth. Yoongi grabs onto the shoulders of the alpha, as support, trying not to slip to the floor. Jungkook buries one hand in the omega’s hair and squeezes him into himself harder, as if he would gobble the omega up, like that, all at once. The next second, Yoongi hears a shot echoing around the room. He doesn't even realize that this is happening to him. He is like in a vacuum, and even though he feels a piercing pain in his abdomen, the omega does not want to believe.
He breaks away from the alpha’s lips, so vilely taking his last breath, looks with resentment at the black pool opposite with one single question in his bottomless brown eyes ‘for what?’ . Jungkook does not intend to answer the question. Yoongi understands this, feels his blouse getting wet, sees a huge red spot spreading out on his stomach, and slowly begins to settle on the floor.
“Now you definitely won’t say anything, baby doll,” Jungkook whispers in his ear, grabs him in his arms, and puts him on the table. He does it so carefully that he feels sick of himself. It was as if he himself had not just fired a bullet at him and had not painted the snow-white blouse red. Jungkook gently strokes the hair of the dead guy, stuff the gun in his belt, and goes to the exit.
Already at the door, Jungkook turns and, holding his breath, looks at an incredibly beautiful picture. The omega that he killed was beautiful, and even after death, washed with his own blood - he is unrealistically beautiful. The pale face with covered eyelids mesmerizes him. Jungkook remembers the picture, which brought such aesthetical pleasure, and, for the last time, drawing in the already scattering smell of raspberries, he leaves the door.