Chapter Text
Down My Throat
“At around midnight of May XX, an enormous smuggling of illegal Wolfsbane has been uncovered in an apartment in one the areas of Seoul by the police. It is estimated that the whole 20 boxes of the illegal Wolfsbane are worth more than 30 million Korean won-“
Taehyung frowned at the headlines being broadcasted at the moment–at first, he was just switching between channels in expectation to find something interesting to watch before they continue their usual hectic schedule of the day. The news itself was short but enough to make the Alpha stopping himself moving forward to another channel–successfully gaining his full attention.
“That’s new,” Jimin commented, approaching their family sofa where Taehyung sat and dropping himself beside the younger. “It’s usually about cocaine or other psychotropics.”
“Apparently, Wolfsbane became a new landmine for underground business these days.” Namjoon added, standing near their sofa with a mug of warm coffee in his grip. When he heard the word Wolfsbane, the Head Alpha couldn’t push down his curiosity about the topic. The plant was mentioned so many times in his life–by his parents, from the books he owned in his school days, articles in the internet, and many other public and accessible sources.
In the world of theirs–revolving around werewolves and subgenders–knowledge about Wolfsbane was one the most basic thing people need to learn in order to survive. Wolfsbane or Aconitum napellus by their scientific name, is a plant with many advantages in many prospects but crawled the warnings list’s and became the top because of its extremely poisonous properties for werewolves.
Wolfsbane was basically illegal in every aspect except medical purposes–and even if it was for medical purposes, its using was strictly under surveillance in its administration, layers of legal paperwork and reports about it’s using, and after serious meetings between doctors especially anesthetics. Aside for that, Wolfsbane was far from being a commercial product.
“Why are you guys here?” Yoongi asked, joining the sudden small gathering happening in their family room in front of their flat screen television. Behind him, Hoseok trailed along with Jungkook and Seokjin.
Namjoon shrugged. “Just a small talk. Something quite interesting is on the news.”
Taehyung perked up suddenly, almost sending Jimin stumbling to the floor out of surprise. The younger looked over his shoulder, beaming at the sight of their only pack omega as the last person who walked into the room. If it’s possible to have his ears and tail pop-up on his head without switching to his wolf, every person will find Taehyung looking like a giant eager puppy in the presence of Seokjin.
Every one of them is fond of their only omega. Public claimed their dynamic was too unbalanced to create harmony in a group, but they shattered the doubt with their anniversary posts–seven years worth of togetherness and still counting.
“Sit here, hyung!” Taehyung was quick to make room for the eldest, patting the empty space beside him almost aggressively. The whole group understood and tolerated Taehyung’s clinglyness towards Seokjin–mainly because they still think of him as a pup, also each and every one of them is actually similar to Taehyung in some ways. You could say it’s an instinct that has been ingrained down to their DNA–a need to get as close as possible with their omega as both a form of protection and affection. For an alpha, nothing is more fulfilling than seeing their pack omega always happy, comfortable, and feel loved.
Especially when there’s only one omega in their pack–Seokjin bear a great responsibility in keeping their dynamic balanced in every aspect along being a caretaker in the process. It made them put more effort in taking care of their omega’s well-being–they knew very well how stressful it is to be dedicated to your role full time and solo at that.
Seokjin only chuckled at Taehyung’s eagerness. “Calm down, Taehyung.”
Once he sat comfortably on his reserved seat, the younger immediately wrap his arms around him and pulled him closer. Taehyung let out a rumble of content almost to the borderline of purring, basking himself in the comfort of Seokjin’s soft lilac and peony scent.
Namjoon cleared his throat, which immediately gathered everyone’s attention. “Okay, better pack up now everyone. The pre-recording starts in three hours and we need to be ready for the trial run. Let’s get moving.”
“Should I bring the usual cooling patch and scent blocker?” Seokjin asked, hands never leaving from Taehyung’s back.
Namjoon shook his head. “There’s no need to, hyung. Let Sejin-hyung and the medics handle those things.”
“Sometimes they use different brands, not the ones we usually use. The medics I mean.” Seokjin frowned a little. “Taehyung and Jungkook need to have the hypoallergenic ones. They have sensitive skin.”
“And sometimes you need to take it easy,” Yoongi interjected, arms folding across his chest. “They signed a contract with us meaning they need to be aware of what product they use. They read the do’s and don’ts. It’s okay to be worried but being always worried about every little thing isn’t good for your health.”
“But–“
“No buts,” Hoseok was the one who cut him off this time. “Let them do their thing. You cared for us 24/7 already.”
Seokjin whined, “You know it’s my job to do that. That’s why I’m an omega.”
“And it’s also our job to keep you from being overworked.” Yoongi reminded, scolding their eldest softly.
Hoseok laughed merrily. “We have this conversation almost every time we want to go out. I thought you’ll get over it after a while.”
Namjoon chukled. “Well, hyung’s our only omega. So, he’s really stubborn.”
“Are we going to get moving or keep teasing me until the day is over?” Seokjin pouted, face and the tips of his ears already decorated in flaming red hue.
“Fine, fine, let’s go.” Namjoon held out his hand for Seokjin to take. Seokjin let his alpha pulled him to his feet and giggled as he pressed a kiss against Seokjin’s forehead.
Just hearing that simple giggle, warmth bloomed in their heart and they felt as if they’re the luckiest men in the whole universe.
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Backstage was a storm of colors, barraging noises, and unending stream of people both idols and the crews. Nothing and no one sit still, a condition they become used to in years of their carrier. After their stage performance recording and arrived in their designated waiting room, the first thing they did was throwing themselves onto the nearest chairs and sofa. Having rough and intense choreography surely burned out their energy but not as draining as their concerts–those days of more than five hours practicing were paid off by the high endurance they’re receiving. They just need around thirty minutes of regaining their breath and could just go back home afterwards. For the evening, they have their sweet free schedule.
Seokjin was the first one who huffed and rose from his seat. “Okay, boys, don’t forget to hydrate yourself.”
Sweet, caring Seokjin always reminding them to have drinks immediately to avoid one of them getting dehydrated. Namjoon’s eyes fleeted to scan the room, finding water bottles lining up on a table not far from their seat. He and the omega made an approach to retrieve them and began to give each for every member.
Each bottle already has a label so it would go to the designated person, which Namjoon found odd–usually the crew only placed bottles in a corner where they could grab whatever. The alpha looked intently at the innocent bottles piling nicely on his palm–his chest twisted uncomfortably because of the sudden oddness. He was torn in a half–the half of his mind began to feel suspicious but the other half trying to calm him down with a logical explanation. These drinks passed the tight security, so it’s supposed to be safe.
Namjoon shook the thoughts away, maybe he’s tired from all of their performance. The sudden paranoia could come from adrenaline still running in his bloodstream.
After distributing it evenly, Namjoon immediately cracked his bottle open and downed the half of it almost immediately–the refreshing liquid felt good and washed the dryness away from his throat. The others did the same as him. Everything went well, he thought in his head, nothing weird happened,
Until Seokjin spit his immediately after putting the drink in his mouth. The eldest was coughing and patting his chest to get some sort of relief.
“You okay, Hyung?” Jimin was already on his feet and approached Seokjin, giving him his water bottle. “Here, have mine.”
Seokjin nodded and croaked out a ‘thank you’ before downing the last drop of Jimin’s bottle. He sighed in relief after his coughing episode passed left with just a little cough to clear his throat. Yoongi walked towards him, patting his back softly. “Did you swallow too fast?’
“No,” Seokjin shook his head, eyes looking at the bottle he drank from the first time. It was laying on the floor with all of its content spilled out. “The water is somehow really bitter. I just swallowed maybe a bit of it.”
Hoseok frowned deeply at the revelation. “It’s not good. Someone might’ve drugged it.”
“Tell Sejin-hyung we need to go to the hospital,” Namjoon immediately said to Taehyung who’s already talking to their manager through his phone. He then clicked his tongue in distaste–not believing how much of an airhead he was even though he noticed something was indeed suspicious.
“It’s not your fault, Namjoon-ah,” Seokjin’s voice broke through his storming thoughts. The next thing he knew, a warm hand already covered his clenched palm–trying to unfurl his fingers. Seokjin prying his fist and intertwined their fingers together. “I’m getting suspicious too, but I’m thinking maybe I’m too paranoid or something so I let it passed. It’s not your fault.”
“The only thing at fault is the one behind this scheme,” Hoseok added without a hitch. “And the security, how can someone bring this in?”
“Sejin-hyung’s already waiting in the basement with our car,” Taehyung informed, cutting his call. “We’re heading straight to the hospital.”
“Come on, Hyung,” Jungkook came forward and held Seokjin’s hand, tugging him towards the door. “We need to get you examined by the doctors as quickly as possible.”
Seokjin could only nodded in reply. All of them immediately poured out from the room, they could worry about their stuff after getting Seokjin treated besides Hobeom will surely handle their things and had them already packed. They set their pace quickly with long strides through the empty hallways–Jungkook leading and seemingly dragging Seokjin who’s losing his speed.
“J-Jungkookie, slow down!” Seokjin was trying his best to keep up but it’s seemed almost impossible for him to do so because Jungkook didn’t have any intention in walking slowly.
“We need to get to the hospital as fast as we can, hyung!”
Jimin jogged forward to reach Jungkook and gripped the younger’s shoulder firmly, from the gesture it could also serve as a warning. It was enough to make the young alpha stopped in his tracks with Seokjin panting behind him. “We have to, but please consider hyung’s condition first, Jungkook. You’re literally dragging him.”
Hoseok could see Jungkook froze for a moment, his shoulder seized up stiffly. The young alpha frowned deeply and loosened his quite tight grip on Seokjin’s arm. Hoseok understood Jungkook’s worries but he also agreed with Jimin at the moment.
“…I’m sorry, I’m just really worried…” Jungkook muttered guiltily.
“It’s fine-“
Then they head a heavy thump, which made Yoongi sprung up into action. All of them snapped their head towards the source of it-which was Seokjin who’s trying to support himself to keep standing on his feet against the wall, his free hand clutching at his chest.
“Shit, Hyung, what’s wrong!?” Yoongi almost screamed at their omega, no longer had his emotion controlled. Because, how could he? “Hyung, answer me!”
Seokjin’s complexion turned ghastly, devoid of any healthy color or his signature pink blush. His normal breath turned into harsh pants as he braced himself against the wall beside him. Yoongi could feel his heart running a thousand miles per second, his mind clouded with fright, and dread began stirring up in his stomach.
“…c-can’t breathe…” Seokjin croaked painfully, eyes filled with tears and cold sweat began leaving trails from his forehead and temple. His hand still clutching the shirt that clung to his body. “…he…lp…”
“Shit, shit, shit, we need a doctor, now!” Hoseok screamed, pushing Yoongi away who’s still rooted in his spot. The younger alpha gripped Seokjin’s shoulders tightly. “Listen here, sweetheart, follow my voice and breathe with me, okay? You’re gonna be fine, Alpha’s here with you.”
Hoseok will be awarded the biggest liar of the century if he said that he wasn’t terrified out his mind. His hands practically shook when he tried to guide Seokjin to breathe properly and trying to help him not suffocate to death. Seokjin’s hand, which was shaking horribly, moved to clutched at Hoseok’s shirt–seeking for some kind of support.
“…can…’t…”
Seokjin’s face almost met the floor if not for Hoseok’s reflex in catching him as he slid down the wall, feet losing strength. If they were frightened before, then this time they’re horrified to their soul. Hoseok held him tightly in his arms, hand on Seokjin’s cold cheek.
“Hey, hey, no, sweetheart, don’t fall asleep, okay?” Hoseok said shakily. “Just hold on, okay? We’re gonna go to the doctor and you’ll be fine.”
“W-what’s happening to him!?” Taehyung yelled panically, knees skidding on the floor to kneel beside Seokjin who’s lying still in Hoseok’s arms.
Hoseok couldn’t even heard Taehyung’s question directed towards him, his mind was hurling like a typhoon and clouded with fright to even comprehend. All he could concentrate was talking and doing anything to keep Seokjin from giving up to his heavy eyelids.
Seokjin looked unfocused–his eyes were glassy and he didn’t respond to any of the alpha’s words. The hand that was clutching tightly on Hoseok’s shirt fell limply on his side.
“Jungkook, carry him, we have to go, now!” Namjoon barked and it didn’t even need for that words to finished because Jungkook was already by Hoseok’s side–prying Seokjin from his arms in a rather forceful tug. The youngest alpha hooked his arm behind Seokjin’s knees and the other behind his back, along with positioning his head to lean on Jungkook’s neck.
Jungkook stood up immediately and ran as fast as he could towards the building’s exit, the rest of them trailing behind. In front of the exit was their van already waiting for them with Sejin ready in the driver’s seat.
Jimin yanked the door open hastily, almost prying it off its hinges in the process. He jumped in and sat far near the window. The younger alpha gestured Jungkook to brought Seokjin in. “Give him to me.”
Jungkook went into a van, quite struggling in the process because he was carrying Seokjin and tried his best to shield to eldest from any sorts of bumps as he moved him in. Jimin placed Seokjin’s head on his lap gently while Jungkook brought Seokjin’s legs to his lap. The others following behind, piling up in the empty seats and Namjoon in the passenger. They shut the door closed with a slam and Sejin pressed his feet to the gas, speeding up towards the hospital. Screw the traffic and speed limit on this point, they didn’t care.
The whole ride was filled with thick and tense silence.
Jimin combed his fingers through Seokjin’s brown locks gently, occasionally checked on his temperature. He looked down, chest clenching painfully as he studied Seokjin’s pale face. Seokjin already closed his eyes and undoubtedly unconscious, probably when Jungkook carried him before and it terrified Jimin to the very core.
“W-why isn’t he panting?” Taehyung’s whispered broke their silence. The statement brought a new wave of panic through the whole car, the air was so dense with negative emotions you could cut it with a knife. “Just before he’s panting, why he wasn’t now!?”
Jimin brought his forefinger under Seokjin’s nose. He finger was only shaking before, now his whole figure trembled in both panic and shock. Those emotions struck and seemed to coiled around his chest, suddenly it was hard to breathe for him.
His forefinger didn’t meet with anything, not even a slight huff of breath.
“H-He’s not breathing…”
There’s a rough shuffling sound and the next thing Jimin knew, there’s another hand pressed on Seokjin’s jugular.
“This is not normal,” Yoongi muttered in both disbelief and horror. “His pulse is so slow, what the actual fuck is in that drink!?”
“Sejin-Hyung, can’t we go any faster!?” Namjoon’s voice was bordering to a snarl, and Jimin could feel the car slowly stuffed in their leader’s thick petrichor scent. The alpha was clearly began losing his patience and his control of emotions. Jimin was thankful of how Sejin was answering Namjoon in a steady and calm tone about they just need to passed a building.
“We stop immediately at the emergency unit,” Hoseok informed. “Yoongi-hyung, Jimin, and Jungkook, you follow the nurses and tell them the symptoms or anything they need to know about hyung’s condition. Namjoon and Taehyung, you’re with me, okay?”
While Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook agreed wholeheartedly on the plan, Namjoon and Taehyung could only nod reluctantly. Hoseok understood that both of them were extremely worried, but with their current state of emotion the two would only be a hindrance–Namjoon could drown in his full alpha pack mode and wouldn’t let anyone touch or tend Seokjin, while Taehyung would probably pounce at anyone who even spare a glance at their omega. Even though their fans always said Jungkook is the most protective one in the pack, for Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon are on a whole different level.
Sejin stop right in front of the entrance and unlock their doors. Yoongi was the first one to jumped out and ran inside to inform the nurses–it didn’t even take a minute for a few nurses to push a hospital bed right beside their car. Jungkook quickly cradled Seokjin to his arms and laid him on the bed gently.
A medic team greeted them when they wheeled Seokjin into the unit with a doctor already putting on his latex gloves and ordering a few procedures to be done. Jungkook and Jimin were ready to trailed after them but a nurse was blocking their way, preventing them to take a step further.
“Sir, I’m afraid you couldn’t move any forward from here, you need to stay here. Our team will handle this, we hope you would cooperate with the condition.”
The youngest alpha was in the verge of growling at the poor nurse, who even took a step back from the sudden display of aggressiveness, until Yoongi and Jimin pulled him back and snapped him to his sense.
They didn’t know what happened, what procedures the medical team do, what will they do after–it was obscured by the curtains and hurls of people moving in frenzy while bringing different kinds of apparatuses.
Maybe it’s just a few minutes, however for the three it’s almost like time purposely slowed down and trying to drown them in their turmoil of emotions. Their worries grew and keep piling each second passed, even when they moved to the other side of the room sluggishly–both Jimin and Jungkook now rested their back against the wall while Yoongi paced around restlessly. No words were exchanged between them–just a thick silence induced with fright, worry, and helplessness.
Until their silence was broken by a doctor suddenly approaching their place. “Mister Kim Seokjin’s family?”
Jungkook immediately stood up straight. “Yes, how is he?”
The youngest could feel his heartbeat thumping against his chest painfully and blood roaring in his ears.
“We will be absolutely honest with you. Mister Kim’s condition was quite severe,” the doctor began, which made their shoulders tensed quickly. “He was unresponsive and not breathing. His oxygen levels are strictly being watch, he’s on respiratory support currently. What is severe right now is that mister Kim is having both bradycardia and arrhythmia.”
Jimin felt his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. “W-what?”
“Mister Kim is having a really slow and irregular heartbeat,” the doctor explained grimly. “Is there anything he did before? Anything he ate or anything that could potentially lead to this condition?”
“He drank water before,” Yoongi answered quickly. “But he spat it out and said the water is extremely bitter. He did swallow a bit but that’s it. We already thought it was spiked or something.”
“Any other symptoms before this?’
This time, Jungkook was the one who answered. “He said he couldn’t breathe before he passed out. Just that.”
The doctor frowned deeply and from his expression alone, Jungkook knew that what they handled this time wasn’t anything like what had happened to them before. Terrified; maybe that’s the only thing that Jungkook describe at the moment–he was terrified for Seokjin because their omega was fighting for his life, he was terrified because he couldn’t stay or do anything for his hyung, he was terrified because there’s a chance he would lose his mate. Even from just thinking about it, Jungkook could feel a mind-numbing pain traveling through his entire being along with his wolf howling in agony.
“We will perform a thoroughly examination,” the doctor announced after a few seconds of silence. “I’m afraid I couldn’t give you any detailed explanation if there’s no tests being done, but my guess is that mister Kim was poisoned. We will tell you everything after the results are out.”
Yoongi exhaled shakily but managed to bow down low. “Thank you, please take care of Seokjin-hyung.”
The doctor gave them a small smile. It was simple but enough to slightly calmed their storming mind. “We will do our best.”
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Seokjin was moved to the intensive care unit after those agonizing minutes.
And the pack didn’t move an inch from the front door, waiting for anyone hopefully bringing good news. Taehyung and Hoseok stood and leaned against the wall, Yoongi did the same. However, instead of standing up, the alpha decided to sit down on the cold hospital floor. The rest of them were sitting on the metal chair.
When Taehyung, Hoseok, and Namjoon barged into the emergency unit, Jimin was one step ahead and crashed to their pack alpha–seeking for a comfort and a pillar to keep his mind straight. Namjoon quickly held him through the entire explanation in choked up voice almost to the borderline of hysteric.
Seokjin’s heart rate just dropped until 43 beats per minute, then it stopped suddenly right after. They need to restarted his heart–CPR procedure was done because he still had problems with his breathing.
Namjoon tried to comprehend all of it through his ringing ears and blank mind. As he stood rooted on his spot, a nurse ran past him bringing a set of cardiac defibrillator–and Namjoon couldn’t find himself to breathe. Through his haze he could the doctor yelling ‘clear’ faintly–yelling those wretched words he never thought he would hear in real life.
He heard steady beep of heart after that, and for a moment he let himself to took a breath. Soon, a doctor told him that they need more serious treatment and decided to transfer Seokjin to the intensive care unit. Namjoon felt grateful for the doctor because he didn’t wait for the alpha’s response and just wheeled Seokjin out immediately.
A glimpse of his omega’s pale and seemingly lifeless figure laying on the hospital bed covered in medical apparatuses will never left his mind–it will haunt him for the rest of his life.
It led them to what they were at the moment–just waiting in heavy silence full with uncertainty.
The sound of door sliding open shattered their still and thick atmosphere. Their head snapped towards the sound, seeing a doctor approaching them as he discarded his already used latex gloves and surgical mask. When some of them began to rose from their position, Taehyung already stood tall in front of the doctor–his hand gripping the doctor’s shoulders.
“How is he? Tell me he will be alright. Please.” his desperateness echoing loudly in the deserted hallway. Taehyung is an alpha–he has pride to uphold and showing weakness is something he would prevent; however, he will discard all of it without hesitation for just a news about how his omega will pull through.
Smiling knowingly, the doctor met their stare straight. “Mister Kim made it through, his condition is stable currently. His life is not in danger anymore and he passed the critical phase.”
For once, Taehyung felt alive again–he could breathe with ease, his heart wasn’t threatening to burst through his chest, his mind cleared. The young alpha gritted his teeth and sobbed in relief. “T-thank you, doctor. Thank you so much.”
“Mister Kim is definitely a fighter and he let us know very well.” then the smile curved down into a serious thin line. “That leads me to give you the through and detailed explanation. Please have a seat first.”
Yoongi scooted over to make a room for Taehyung and gestured the younger to occupy the empty spot beside him. When Taehyung settled himself down, the elder wrapped an arm around his shoulder–a sign of comfort which the young alpha very much needed. Namjoon switched with Hoseok who finally had the chance to sit down after standing for some time.
“From the blood test alone, we could confirm without a doubt that mister Kim was poisoned,” the doctor started, which almost make their alpha went berserk–fortunately, Namjoon gave them a sharp glare and they were forced stand down. “We found traces of aconitine, and that name must be unfamiliar to you. It’s a type of terpenic alkaloid and could only be found in Aconitum napellus,”
Taehyung frowned–that name wasn’t alien for him. It rang a bell in his head and he could taste a familiar name on the tip of his tongue.
“People would recognize it as Wolfsbane.”
If a there’s a pin that dropped somewhere, then it could be heard from how silent they were after they completely comprehend the sentence in their mind.
Hoseok exhaled slowly, and from his sharp intake before, Taehyung knew he tried to be rational and not lashed out like a feral wolf. Still, the younger could see hints of red invading those brown orbs. “So to make it simple, Seokjin-hyung was poisoned by Wolfsbane.”
The doctor nodded. “When someone is being poisoned by Wolfsbane, the effects will occur in a matter of minutes to hours after consuming. The severity of aconitine poisoning is related to the rapid onset of life-threatening heart rhythm changes. Mister Kim had it before but with the help of defibrillator after his heart stopped, he managed to gain his normal heart rate back. Other symptoms including respiratory paralysis, numbness or tingling, nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, and diarrhea, which explaining how he said he couldn’t breathe before.”
“How long will it take for him to get better?” Jungkook asked, hands clutching his knees.
“The main problem is there is no definite time to treat Wolfsbane poisoning,” the doctor answered without a hitch. “And there is no definite antidote. So, we will be using many types of drugs to treat mister Kim.”
Namjoon licked his lips. “How will you treat him?”
The doctor sighed. “There will be a few procedures to follow. We will monitor mister Kim’s blood pressure and cardiac rhythm closely. The we will do the gastrointestinal decontamination using activated charcoal if we see fit, antropine to treat bradycardia in case if his heart rate will ever go down. Others would be lidocaine, amiodarone, bretylium, flecainide, procainamide, and mexiletine to deal with his arrhythmia.”
“Can we see him?” Jimin asked, his voice hoarse.
“You can, but unfortunately only through the window view,” the doctor gave them a sympathetic smile. “Even though mister Kim is stable now, we don’t know what will happen in the future. He will be strictly monitored every fifteen minutes and it is for the best if you let him rest for now. He had fought really hard.”
All of them parted from the doctor after giving him the deepest gratitude showed by bowing low. A nurse led them to the window view and left them to have a privacy.
Jungkook placed his palm on the glass which separated them away from Seokjin, feeling the coldness seeping through. His alpha whimpered and whined–feeling how weak and fragile his connection was with his omega. Even though it’s painful to look, Jungkook couldn’t find himself to turn his head away.
Seokjin was laying on the pristine white bed, surrounded by multiple apparatus–it made him look small and extremely fragile, as if a breeze could just fracture him any time. Jungkook could see how the heartbeat monitor showed a steady pulse and somehow, he could hear faint steady beeping through the glass.
His omega still maintained the ghastly complexion which made Jungkook’s heart wrenched painfully. His chest was rising and falling slowly–too slowly for the alpha’s liking. Through the negativity brewing in his head, Jungkook could feel at ease a bit knowing his omega is in the right hands and recovering.
Following his palm, the youngest rested his forehead against the glass. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist tightly–the urge to just kick the door open and reach his omega’s limp hand almost drove Jungkook crazy. Keeping his positivity up and floating was a difficult task especially when all he could feel was despair, extreme worry, and helplessness. He knew he wasn’t the one with those feelings–his whole pack felt the same without a doubt.
“He’s strong,” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the silence. “He will make it. He’s our omega after all.”
Seokjin is a fierce and strong omega–with those sentences looping in his mind, Jungkook had no doubt that Seokjin will pull through without any hitch. Just like Yoongi mentioned before, Seokjin is their omega afterall.
“Meanwhile, we need to do something, don’t we?” Hoseok informed. His gruff tone indicating that he was up for blood–and he won’t be satisfied until his hands stained with it. “That bastard will pay.”
But first, they will make someone gravel on the ground begging for mercy.