Archive of Our Own

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The capital city has a heart, a rhythm, and a beat. From the trees in the avenues to the penthouse suite, the city is alive. The city air is fresh this day, almost sweet and floral as the pace of living relaxes to a steadier rhythm. Hoseok was walking on clouds this particular lovely morning, beaming from head to toe with excitement. His paper on omega’s rights and the discourse it curated online landed him a job at the main news station with a full-term internship. It also skyrocketed his career in journalism and Hoseok who has freshly graduated with a bachelor's in journalism and communication is now making his way toward the Kim House. The Kim House is the executive office and official residence of the president, the nation’s alpha; Kim Namjoon.

As a newbie omega reporter, this was incredible and unheard of. Hoseok had been very lucky to be chosen as a group of a select few to hold a small intimate press conference with the president. The group chosen consisted of independent writers and reporters but it was only Hoseok who was of omega background. Being an omega in today's society made it difficult with all fields mostly being predominantly alpha- and beta-run, but that did not stop Hoseok. He worked tirelessly, ended up at the top of his class, and graduated with honors. Hoseok had become somewhat of a social omega rights advocate and had gained a lot of support from his fellow omega citizens.

But, now, he was making even a larger leap as he was going to interview the president.

Kim Namjoon was a remarkable man, a trustworthy alpha everyone looked up to and aspired to be like. He had it all, intelligence, social status, well manners and it helped that he was incredibly attractive. Not just physical, with his tall stature, handsome features, and massive build. No, Kim Namjoon was a good man, his actions spoke for themselves. He was on the frontier of pushing more laws that would give omegas more independence. The president was celebrated for his inclusive politics, and he wouldn't rest until everyone knew what he stood for.

He was a man for the people, all people that reside in his nation and he led with grace. The president had only been in office for 5 years but made more changes that allowed all people, no matter their sub-genders, equality. He believed that everyone was created equal, and abolished all laws that gave alpha’s any sort of say regarding omegas. He also stood up for beta rights as well, favoring an even playing field for all to be judged by their merit and not their wolf.

The president was a beacon of hope, everyone adored him. He was the youngest alpha to ever be elected president at only 34 years of age. At such an age, Kim Namjoon was more brilliantly wise than all his older peers, and actually listened to the public and held multiple conferences and speeches where he encouraged everyone to voice their opinion in a civil matter.

Hoseok had a terribly embarrassing crush on the alpha, there wasn't a single omega or beta or even alpha that did not fancy the president. It didn't help that Kim Namjoon was an unmated alpha, giving everyone that delusion that perhaps you could one day end up with him.

It was silly, but Hoseok held hope that a brilliant and kind individual would mate with the president, someone who would cherish the alpha.

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The capitol was buzzing with people, Hoseok looked out from the bus watching as all the folk went about their day. Hoseok was getting more and more nervous seeing as the Kim House could be spotted from afar. The Kim House lay in the heart of the capitol and everything was becoming more surreal by the minute.

The omega let out a deep shaky breath as he searched for his phone in his pockets. Quickly he phoned Taehyung, his best friend and quasi roommate.

Hoseok had entered the city university on a scholarship and worked two dead-end jobs to pay for other expenses. In the struggles of university life, he met Taehyung at a low point in his life, and the other became his first true friend. As an alpha, Taehyung never treated Hoseok differently, he never expected anything from him or mistook the omega’s kind gestures for an open invitation. Taehyung only wanted genuine friendship.

They had grown very close over the years, Taehyung even invited him to stay at his apartment for the time being until he could find a more suitable living arrangement.

Their relationship was purely platonic, and though they shared a few ruts and heats helping each other, nothing initially changed between them.

Hoseok loved Taehyung deeply and without the alpha, he would not be here right now. The omega would have let the academic pressure break him, he would have let the negative voices eat him up and he would have left the city in a heartbeat. But, with Taehyung by his side, his support lifeline, Hoseok felt like he could muster the courage to give it his all.

And, here he was. On a bus towards the Kim House to interview the president.

‘’Tae, I'm so excited! The president! Can you believe it, Tae?’’ Hoseok exclaims, all giddy as he steps out of the bus. His eyes fall upon the great building of the Kim House. The large black gates, the greenest grass fields with the most beautiful flower arrangements. The security guards with their black suits and earpieces and blackout sunglasses stood all scary looking by the opening. Suddenly Hoseok’s feet wouldn't move, feeling stuck in the cement as he stared. His breath got caught in his lungs and he felt woozy.

It was all too much, ‘’Can I really do this? I’m going to freeze up…’’ Hoseok cowers, letting the insecurities wash over him. But before he can begin his doom spiral, the alpha stops him.

‘’No, you're not! Jung Hoseok, you march your pretty little omega ass over there and give the best interview anyone has ever given! The president is gonna love you, I love you so that means you cannot do anything wrong.’’ Taehyung boasts, hyping him up from the comfort of his sofa. ‘’I’m gonna be stand by all day, ready whenever you need me!’’

Hoseok cannot help but giggle, ‘’You just took a day off your schedule to be lazy again?’’

The phone line goes silent for a moment, ‘’...No. I did totally not just take the day off of filming to catch up with my dramas… Where did you hear these lies?’’ The alpha says accusatory, with no hint of malice behind his words, only with the hope of easing Hoseok’s nerves.

Hoseok rolls his eyes fondly, ‘’Right. I see the group of reports gathering in front of me, so I’m going to hang up now.’’

‘’Okay, bye. Be safe, a sweet-smelling omega like you are sure gonna turn some heads in there.’’

Hoseok blushes, he had put on scent blockers. Hoseok had been a bit worried, his scent was nauseatingly sweet for some reason and it attracted much-unwanted attention at times. He gave himself a sniff, it smelled neutral with no hint of his vanilla-coated honey strawberries. Hoseok let out a sigh, that was a relief. His royal purple velvet suit he borrowed from Taehyung had been a tad bit too much but he wanted to look his utmost best for the interview and nothing in his own closet came close to the luxurious stuff the alpha had.

‘’You're gonna do great!’’ Taehyung gives him his last hurrah as he hangs up.

The omega lets out a deep breath, ‘’You can do this. ‘’ Hoseok reassures himself by walking up to the little circle of reports awaiting. He exchanges pleasantries and business cards, and soon a small yet delicate man approaches them with probably the cutest smile Hoseok has ever seen.

‘’Hello, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Park Jimin, head secretary of the Kim House. I’ll be your guide for this interview process, please feel free to ask if there are any questions. The president will meet us at his Oval Office at the hour. ‘’

They are all given name cards to get access and clearance, a small tour of the west wing and they meet up briefly with the professional reporters working in the Kim House.

Hoseok is in awe, writing down anything and everything being said. He could see himself working here, and hopefully one day he’ll be one of the reports working for the president.

The time for the interview approaches rapidly and the group of reporters all stand outside of the Oval Office.

A tall and handsome man awaits them by the door, ‘’I’m Kim Seokjin. Kim House Chief of Staff. Please refrain from any personal questions about the president's love life, which I know everyone’s dying to know.’’ The alpha half-heartedly jokes but there's a hint of seriousness that is laced behind his tone.

Since the president was unmated, a lot of people are dying to know all about his romantic escapades. Reports always try to ask personal questions about the president's possible flings, but they are not welcomed. It was understandable why the people naturally get curious but the Kim House has repeatedly stated that the president's personal affairs are to be kept personal. Even if he was the nation’s alpha, he too is owed somewhat of privacy in his own personal life. That did however not stop any of the reporters from sneaking in and asking some borderline boundary-crossing and questionable questions.

They had been previously briefed on everything that was acceptable to ask and given time to adjust their own questionnaire. Hoseok had begrudgingly crossed over the personal section of his questions.

‘’Well then, shall we?’’ Seokjin flashes the reports a gorgeous smile, all straight white teeth. He opens the door not before knocking gently. As they enter Hoseok is immediately hit with that scent.

The president’s scent.

A wonderful, entrancing mixture of wood smoke, cinnamon, and the calm sea.

Hoseok had read so many articles about this scent, and how omegas drooled over it. Many people tried to imitate it and mass produce it, but it was said that nothing could never ever compare to the real thing. People said it drove most omegas feral, and it was normal to go scent-drunk off of it.

Hoseok stands completely frozen, desperately trying to reel in his wolf that's drowning in the scent and rolling around in joy. The scent infiltrates every pore and nestles deep within Hoseok’s core. This was comfort, this was safety, the scent of the nation’s alpha. Strong and fierce yet kind and caring.

Hoseok snaps out of his little daze once the deep-voiced alpha announces himself.

‘’Welcome, welcome. I hope you all have enjoyed yourselves at the Kim House. Feel free to take a look around and we can start by taking the pictures before the questions.’’ The president says, and all the reports are still in shock, all bowing at him.

The Oval Office is just as majestic as Hoseok imagined it would be. It was spotless, with neutral colors and landscape paintings hanging on the walls. Multiple plants were adorning every corner, and rows of books on the shelves, and it all fed into a classical feel. The desk was made of dark wood, just like the pictures, and the president was standing so tall, so perfectly next to it. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, fitted, and the expensive-looking material stretched across his muscular build, his thick thighs, and big arms. His kind awaiting smile, and deep dimpled, and moon-crescent eyes all looked like a dream. The president had platinum blonde hair neatly combed back, not a single strand out of place.

All the reports hurried up, bumping into one another rushing to get by the president's side as quickly as possible to introduce themselves first. Hoseok, still quite shy, opted to hang back by where Jimin stood who offered him a kind, reassuring smile.

‘’It can be a lot, especially for omegas. Take your time, Mr. Jung.’’ The secretary told him and Hoseok felt like tearing up.

The omega smiled back, and Jimin was taken aback at the breathtakingly adorable sight. A heart-shaped smile, how pretty, the alpha thought to himself. He noticed how the omega reporter was unmated, with no sign of a bite mark nor was he scented by any alpha. Such a pretty omega with no claim, Jimin smiles to himself, perhaps he could ask the omega out sometime.

The line toward the president gets shorter and soon there's only one person in front of Hoseok. After they greet and shake hands with the president, snapping a few photos from the photographer on standby, it’s finally Hoseok’s turn.

Every single thought leaves Hoseok as their eyes meet, dark brown was said to be the eye color of the president but now all Hoseok could see was red. A vividly deep shade of red flashed in the president's eyes.

‘’Who-’’ Namjoon uttered softly, taking in the omega whose eyes lit up in a diamond blue, shining brightly as jewels, a hidden treasure.

The whole room stopped and once Hoseok’s dainty hand touched Namjoon’s large one, a spark ignited something no one could be prepared for. Everything slowed down, Hoseok's heart was beating rapidly in his chest as his pheromones practically poured from his scent glands. His scent blockers quickly lost their effect and Namjoon’s nostrils flared. A coil of heat in the pit of his stomach made Hoseok whine, as Namjoon growled.

Loudly.

The immediate crisis response by the staff was too fast.

But Namjoon was faster, he quickly grabbed a hold of Hoseok with a vice grip. Hoseok winces at the pain but the soothing pheromones the alpha lets out make everything feel better. He holds the omega close, nuzzling his face in between the column of Hoseok’s neck, nipping at the scent gland gently. The scent blockers have lost all of the effects as Hoseok’s sweet scent mixes with Namjoon’s.

‘’Everyone, out, now.’’ Seokjin orders in a stern tone, and everyone wastes no time in rushing out scared.

‘’Jungkook, grab him and hold him down,’’ Seokjin tells one of the security guards who stands behind the desk and rushes into action.

The security guards try to take hold of Namjoon, who growls dangerously possessively as his alpha feels like they are going to take his omega from him.

‘’Mine.’’ Namjoon roars but Jungkook along with the other security tries to pry open his tight grip on Hoseok. Seokjin then releases his own pheromones to confuse Hoseok, who now is in a bad state of distress. The other guards are all commanded to release more thickly strong pheromones to drown out Namjoon and Hoseok feels sick.

In a flurry of uncoordinated movements, they somehow manage to let Hoseok loose from the president's grip.

The president’s eyes glow red as he uses all his strength to break free, tears begin to roll down from Hoseok’s blushing face. Namjoon is held down by four secret service men as Jimin and Seokjin quickly rush Hoseok out.

‘’Get him in a car away from here, take him to his place, and gather all the witnesses in one room. Get the NDAs ready.’’ Seokjin tells Jimin who nods as he takes a trembling and frightened Hoseok away, they can hear the growl of the president ringing in their ears as they are escorted down the hall.

Seokjin curses to himself, ‘’What a PR nightmare. ‘’ He sighs as calls in for reinforcement, nothing could hold the president back. Not when the alpha had found after all this time, yearning and hopelessly searching, finally found his mate.

They were in a full-out-blown crisis.

-

Once everything had somewhat calmed, the storm raged on somewhere else where Jungkook, head of security had somehow managed along with a platoon of men, to place the feral president in a safe location. It was a bloody sight as there were plenty of wounded highly skilled army-trained men but the president was safely locked away.

For now.

Jimin had put the omega in a cab after getting Hoseok’s address. The poor omega was pale, sweating, and in a state of shock. He gave the driver extra compensation to take the omega safely back to where he resides, and some hush money atop for extra measure. The driver, an elderly beta, couldn't really smell the intoxicatedly sweet pheromones that the omega in the back seat was dripping in, which was a good sign.

They had everyone sign NDAs, all the footage was deleted and photos erased. Every single witness had been taken away and placed in the center for the time being. Just as anyone who could potentially threaten the integrity or name of the president was.
The Kim House was up in a frenzy, everyone trying to make sense of what the hell just had occurred.

Seokjin was airing out the Oval Office, erasing all of the stuffy pheromones.

‘’Hyung, are you-’’ Jimin tries to approach him but Seokjin is fuming.

‘’Are you kidding me? An omega reporter? Who’s bright fucking idea was it again?’’ The Chief of Staff groans as he paces around the space exasperated.

Jimin looks at him, a sad expression on his face. ‘’Nobody could have prepared for this. Jin-hyung you couldn't have predicted this mess.’’

Seokjin stands silently, ‘’We are fucked. Nothing we do or say will persuade him. I’ve never once in all these years of knowing him, seen him like that. Like fucking beast, Jiminah.’’

‘’I can't believe this... he went feral! I knew it was a bad strategy from the start, an unmated alpha running for president! I was an idiot for not pushing him to get mated with one of those omegas that threw themselves at him!’’

Jimin pats him on the back, in soothing circles, even as an alpha Jimin’s scent was calming to Seokjin. ‘’Namjoon is a romantic, you know damn well he would never settle for anything other than his true mate.’’
‘’And besides, it won a ton of votes, remember? The majority of the population is single omegas, the idea, fantasy that they could mate the president and his good looks on top of that as well? It would be a crime if Joonie got mated early.’’ Jimin tells Seokjin who can't seem to stop his uneasiness.

‘’But now we are left with this nightmare! The president attacks an innocent omega reporter! He almost jumped his bones, right in the office where he usually conducts his very important business that keeps this nation safe! How will anyone ever trust him?’’ Seokjin groans with his face in his hands as he shakes his head. They were positively doomed.

‘’Damage control is on it,’’ Jimin reassures him, ‘’The best of the best.’’

Seokjin scoffs, ‘’What good will that do, what will do about the omega? He’s a victim in all of this…’’ Jimin gnaws his bottom lip nervously as Seokjin continues rambling about his worries, ‘’You can't keep a feral alpha at bay for long, he's at risk for hurting himself or anyone who dares come close other than that omega reporter…’’

‘’That omega is our only saving grace here... if he decides that he wants to out the president for attacking him... ‘’ Seokjin feels nauseous, face turning pale.

‘’Well, have you thought that perhaps he'd want to help the president out? I don't think Hoseok is a malicious individual, he seems sweet and so excited that poor thing…’’ Jimin gives his input in trying to stop Seokjin from his downward spiral. Jimin knows better than anyone that Seokjin will stop at nothing to ensure that no harm will ever befall the president's good reputation. This means Seokjin will do anything he sees fit to ensure that Namjoon won't face any scrutiny. Jimin had against his will overheard the dark things, the people who even hinted at turning against the president, how they all disappeared and left no trace behind at Seokjin’s hands and command.

Jimin doesn't want anything bad to happen to Hoseok, he feels tremendously for the unsuspecting omega. And an urge to protect him, as by default Hoseok was the nation’s first omega. He was Joonie’s future mate, even if he wasn't aware of it yet or willing.

‘’We can't afford that risk, what if he goes and tells someone who then tells someone else? We have to act fast, Jungkook barely managed to hold Joon back and lock him up behind safe doors. A feral alpha strength should not be tested. ‘’

Jimin dreads this familiar line of thought, ‘’Well then I'm guessing you're calling him, aren't you?’’

Seokjin sighs, ‘’I know, Jimin-ah, you're not that fond of him but at least he always delivers.’’

Jimin walks away from the other alpha, frustration bubbling up inside. ‘’Hmmpfh, I would think you'd also feel a certain way about people who commit murder in cold blood but I guess I'm the only one left in this office with a moral compass intact.’’ The secretary leaves the door shut behind him.

Seokjin rolls his eyes at Jimin’s childishness, ‘’How admirable.’’ But there was no place for that in this place, Seokjin had blood on his hands, but in the name of the president. Sacrifice was made for Namjoon, and Seokjin would be damned if he let anything jeopardize everything he had worked for. He then dials the number on his burner phone, it goes to one ring approximately as the person on the other side picks up. Seokjin lets out a shaky breath;

‘’Yoongi-yah, we need you. It’s bad.’’

-

Hoseok clutches his chest, his legs wobbling as he stumbles out of the cab. His vision is blurry, the air feels like ice in his lungs and everything is dizzy. His mind feels off like it is not working correctly. He is disoriented, unsure of the extreme way his body is reacting. Like it was on highwire like it was jumbled up.

He somehow managed to get up the flight of stairs when his dress pants felt damp. His underwear was soaked and the wetness from his heat trickled down his legs. It was uncomfortable, the warmth radiating from him felt too much. The clothing on his skin felt restricting, he needed something. Did he need alpha?

He barged in whining at the top of his lungs, needing to call out for his alpha.

‘’Hyung?’’ Taehyung sits up confused but as he takes in the state of Hoseok, he springs up in action.

‘’What the-’’ He reaches out to grab Hoseok before the omega falls to his knees. ‘’Hobi-hyung are you okay? What happened?’’ Taehyung gently takes Hoseok’s sweaty face in his hands trying to see if the older man was even conscious as his eyes were faintly glowing blue, a color Taehyung had never seen before.

‘’Help-’’ Hoseok gasped, a surge of heat washing over him, he clutched onto Taehyung.

Taehyung even more confused asks, ‘’What happened?! Did someone do this to you?‘’

Hoseok cries out again, fat tears rolling from his flushed face. ‘’President- alpha, rut, smells so good Tae…’’ Hoseok gargles up a bunch of mumbles as he rubs his face against Taehyng’s shirt.

‘’What?’’ Taehyung helps him to the couch, getting him situated with his blankets and rushing to the fridge and grabbing a cold water bottle. He finds Hoseok trying to strip off the suit once he gets back, whining when he can't even seem to get his limbs to listen to him. Hoseok feels like he’s swimming in molasses, unable to move.

‘’Lay down, you're burning up. Your heat isn't supposed to arrive anytime soon, hyung.’’ Taehyung knew Hoseok’s heat schedule, it was synced with his rut. But this, Hoseok had never reacted like this in his heats before, nor had his pupils ever been this strange color. There was this old saying, a story that was told to young pups when he was younger, that once a dominant alpha meets his true mate, a soulmate, his eyes will glow red.

But Hoseok was an omega, and his eyes were shining blue, so what didn’t even add up?

Taehyung presses the water bottle to Hoseok’s burning reddening face. The omega lets out a shaky exhale, and Taehyung then uncaps the bottle bringing it to Hoseok’s trembling lips. ‘’Drink.’’ He gently says, holding Hoseok in his arms like a mother would her stubborn child.

It doesn't take much persuading as he gets Hoseok to gulp down a few sips.

After the cool liquid clenches Hoseok's burning throat, the omega tries stringing along a more coherent sentence that makes sense. ‘’Tae-, the president, alpha…’’ Hoseok whines again in a low tone, eyebrows scrunched together.

Taehyung raises a brow, ‘’Yes, the president of our great nation is an alpha?’’

Hoseok shakes his head, his hair matted on his forehead. ‘’No. President, my alpha. Namjoon.’’ He tries to reiterate.

‘’Yes? He's all our alpha?’’

Hoseok helplessly sighs, ‘’No! My scent triggered him.’’

Then the puzzle pieces settle in, when an omega triggers an alpha scent, an alpha like the president who probably has been around countless millions of omegas, it could only mean one thing.

Taehyung’s eyes widened in shock, ‘’What? He went into a rut?!’’ He is dumbfounded and once Hoseok nods he freaks out.

‘’Oh my god, oh my fucking, oh my, oh no. No, no, no!’’ The alpha shakes Hoseok in his hands, ‘’Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?’’ Taehyung looks over at Hoseok to see if he is wounded, he gives Hoseok a sniff. A strange alpha scent is somewhere underneath the sweet scent of the omega.

Even if it's feint, Taehyung knows what it means, a claim. The president had laid his claim on Hoseok.

Taehyung lets Hoseok go like he has been burnt, and he stands up in fear, this is not good.

Hoseok groans, eyes rolling back, ‘’My heat, he sent me into an early heat, Tae…’’

The alpha is freaking out, his breath is rigid and he is desperately trying to make sense of it all.

‘’But... only true mates can do that…’’ Taehyung says, oh fuck, this was not good at all.

‘’My alpha,’’ Hoseok weakly groans, rubbing his face into the pillows.

'’Oh fuck! This is- crazy! The president?! Hyung! What the hell!’’ Taehyung feels like ripping the strands of his hair out of his scalp, he bites his nails. ‘’They're gonna hunt you down, as long as you breathe, you are a potential danger to the nation.‘’

Taehyung quickly thinks he has to get Hoseok away. ‘’Hyung, get up. We have to go now. They’re gonna come get you, and do god knows what if they get their hands on you!’’

The alpha gets into the action, quickly packing a bag for him and Hoseok dumping only the essentials. He tucked Hoseok in his wool blankets with his own smell to mask the heat and with one hand wrapped around the omega who wept for his alpha, Taehyung dragged Hoseok along. ‘’Come on, hyung we have to get you to safety.’’

Hoseok can only cry out, ‘’Alpha…’’

Despite Taehyung’s effort and quick thinking, they only make it to the front door.

A knock on the door startles the alpha who knows they're too late now. Taehyung gently pulls Hoseok into the bedroom, lying him down in his nest. ‘’You’ll be fine, hyung, I promise.’’ The alpha tries to calm the omega down, ‘’Tae-’’ Hoseok looks up, and Taehyung’s heart shatters.

‘’Just stay put, I’ll take care of everything.’’ Taehyung smiles, but his face can only look with pity as he knows damn well that they're surrounded. He locks the door and Taehyung quickly sprays the apartment with a scent nullification spray, trying to hide Hoseok’s scent even if it is futile.

The knocking only grows louder and Taehyung braces himself. He opens the door expecting at least ten men to storm inside and pin him to the ground but to his surprise there's only one.

Taehyung stares down, a smaller man, a beta? No scent, pale, dressed in all-black clothing and long grown-out jet-black hair.

‘’Kim Taehyung.’’ A low gravelly tone, unexpected from his seemingly disarmed and pretty features; small pouty pink lips, a button nose, and cat-like eyes.

‘’Hello. I'm busy, who are you and what do you want?’’ Before Taehyung can slam the door in his other man’s face asking all rhetorical questions he had no intentions of hearing the answers for, trying to come up with a plan to get Hoseok out of here unseen, the man smiles at him. It is unnerving, giving Taehyung the chills.

‘’Defensive. I act on behalf of the Kim House. I believe you have something that is not yours. I came to retrieve it.’’

Taehyung seizes up, ‘’What?! Fuck off- ‘’

The man speaks up before Taehyung shuts the door, ‘’Kim Taehyung, son of Senator Kim Hyungwoo, a hefty long line of political power runs through your lineage yet you choose a different alternative lifestyle, a modeling career that paid well with your daddy’s money sponsoring you. Just as your mother.’’

Taehyung freezes, the blood in his veins running cold. ‘’How?’’

The man goes on, a coy smirk playing on his lips, ‘’You make quite the name for yourself, how crestfallen would your father feel if his only son was found dead in this apartment with a needle stuck in your pretty arm? Would not only bring shame on him, he'd be forced to resign after such a scandal tarnished his good name but the sorrow and guilt tear him apart.’’

The alpha feels a sudden rage overcome him, his fists are this close to smashing that pretty face.

The man is simply amused and continues on, ‘’Perhaps you'd be buried next to your loving mother, who also was found dead with drugs in her system.’’

Taehyung blinks. He stands there scared, mortified. No one knew that his mother died that way, his father had covered all the tracks. His sweet innocent mother fell into a deep depression after she found out her husband cheated on her with her co-star. His mother loved Taehyung with all her might, and Taehyung, her only child, wasn't enough for her to mend her heartbreak and stand only as a constant reminder of her husband who drove her past the point of saving. That made her hate herself and overdose to escape it all.

The alpha crumbles fast, his resolve falling apart devastatingly fast. He knew he lost, he knew that the second Hoseok uttered the president's name. ‘’Please. Please don't hurt him. He's good, Hoseok hyung is the only good thing I have left.’’ He wells up, tears clumping his eyelashes together, a rock in his stomach. Taehyung's lips wobble as he nears the edge of breaking down.

‘’Don’t hurt him….’’ He pleads, begging as he stands back, letting the man in.

‘’Oh don't worry your precious little head, he's in good hands, or as good hands that of a feral alpha can be.’’ The man snickers at Taehyung who falls to his knees, unable to stand. A sheer dread falls upon Taehyung who feels so helplessly weak.

A few men enter, clad in dark suits breaking down the door easily to the bedroom where Hoseok’s laid half out of it. He gets carried out, and Taehyung’s gaze is glued on the floor, unable to watch his best friend, his only friend, be taken away. Something breaks inside the alpha, it sounds like his heart but it could be his soul too. Guilt, loathing how he could so easily give Hoseok up, not even able to put up a fight. He was nothing but a helpless pup, all alone, with nothing.

Everything is white noise but Taehyung overhears something cutting through, ‘’Suga. Remember it.’’

Then the door swings shut and Taehyung lets himself give in, tears flowing as he sobs.

-

Vanilla.

Honey-glazed strawberries.

Like the sweet treats his mother made him.

Like the summer, sweet and so soft.

Namjoon needs him, his omega, his.

He needs him. The omega belongs to Namjoon just as much as the alpha belongs to him.

His name, the name card read ‘Jung Hoseok’.

No, Kim Hoseok. His omega would take his name.

Kim Hoseok, it sounded perfect.

How many pups could he carry? How many would Namjoon give his omega?

His omega would be so beautiful, all breed and swollen with his seed. Birth of the new generation.

Namjoon needs him now. Where is his omega?

The alpha drags his feet to the door, banging on it. ‘’Where?’’ He demands.

‘’Sir...’’ A trembling, scared voice can be heard from the other side.

Jeon Jungkook. Not his omega.

‘’Hyung, please calm down,’’ Jungkook pleads.

‘’Where is my omega, Jungkook?’’ Namjoon asks calmly and the other alpha gulps down nervously.

‘’He's on the way, I promise, sir.’’ Jungkook lies through his teeth hoping Seokjin had something cooking up because he did not know how many men could hold Namjoon back.

‘’Don't lie to me.’’

He needs his omega, he needs to hold him, scent him, mark him.

The alpha bears his teeth, spit, and drool form in his mouth at the thought of calming his omega.

His omega goes bare, nobody knows he is Namjoon's.

‘’Did you take him away?’’ He screams enraged banging on the door, and Jungkook falls back hearing the wood crack. Fuck, he knew he should've locked him up behind the steel doors but they only managed to get so far before Namjoon retaliated. They got him sedated enough but it was wearing off.

It didn't take long before the door cracked open, and Namjoon’s red eyes were sure to haunt Jungkook’s dreams for the foreseeable future.

All the men retreat, and Jungkook raises his arms up, showing the alpha that he clearly wasn’t a threat. But this feral beast with wild eyes was not his Namjoon-hyung, his president had fallen into his instincts, he was acting on pure impulse and under the notion that they had stolen his omega.

‘’Hyung, please-’’

But Namjoon wouldn’t listen to reason in the state he was in, ‘’Where is my omega, Jungkook?’’ Every word makes Jungkook fear for his life, there’s venom behind his voice, and his razor-sharp canine teeth are protruding.

Jungkook is petrified, his hyung, the president is going to kill him in a fit of alpha rage.

Jungkook prays to Seokjin and Jimin quickly comes up with a plan as the alpha lounges at him pinning him to the wall and knocking the air out of his lungs.

‘’Hyung-’’ he choked out as Namjoon lost in his alpha, only pressed harder.

-

Hoseok blinks, his eyelids feel heavy. He isn't at home, but he is in a room. A strange room that he isn't familiar with. The omega tries to get up but falls back into the sheets, there are voices above him, so far away. Not his alpha. He whines as more slick pours out of him, staining the comforters.

He is still so distorted, but then he vaguely can make out a familiar smile. ‘’Hello, Mr. Jung?’’ The pleasant voice tells him.

Jimin? Hoseok blinks, a sweet smell makes him scrunch his nose, wrinkling it.

‘’Sweet smells,’’ the omega mumbels.

‘’Oh, you like it? It's a new perfume that calms omega pheromones.’’ Jimin tells Hoseok who spaces out, getting lost in the sweet amour.

‘’Jimin can you not.’’ Seokjin reprimands him, and the alpha secretary clicks his tongue at him. ‘’I’m trying to make him feel more comfortable, mind you-’’ Jimin argues as Seokjin glares at him.

Hoseok feels another wave of heat crash down, crying out.

‘’Jung Hoseok, you have to sign this if still want your alpha.’’

Hoseok blinks up at him, eyelashes fluttering. ‘’Alpha..?’’

Seokjin nods slowly trying to get him to comprehend, ‘’Yes. Your alpha is on the other side of this building. If you want him, sign here.’’ The alpha taps the dotted line, and hands Hoseok a pen.

‘’Alpha.’’ Hoseok perks up, and with a newfound strength, he grabs the pen.

‘’This feels wrong, Jinnie, he’s out of it!’’ Jimin tries but Seokjin cuts him off, no time for the moral police at this point if they don’t do something, Jungkook and his men are done.

‘’Now listen, I'm sorry this wasn't how you envisioned your day to go, but that alpha is still the president, my president. And as long as he shall live, his word is my command.’’ Seokjin tells Hoseok who doesn't even listen and hurriedly scribbles something of a signature.

‘’I know it doesn't make sense to reason with you in the state you are currently in but, I know that once this all fades out, I will guarantee that you'll be safe,’’ Seokjin tells him, which makes Jimin a little relieved.

‘’Safe? Alpha is safe.’’ Hoseok mumbles, ‘’Where is my alpha?’’

‘’Yes yes, alpha is strong and he is safe but, Hoseok, know that if you choose to walk away from this, you will have a way out.’’ Seokjin tries again and this time Hoseok nods in understanding he just wants his alpha already.

Seokjin pities him, but it has to be done. They take the contract and leave the room.

‘’I just feel bad for the kid, he's so young, he should not throw his whole life away for our mistakes. Joon told me he wasn't feeling good lately, his rut was late and I dismissed it.’’ Seokjin sighs as he calls over the guards to bring Namjoon here.

‘’This isn't only on you, you know that.’’ Jimin gives him a half-hearted smile.

Seokjin lets out a small dry laugh, ‘’Everything is on me.’’

-

Namjoon chases Jungkook down the hallway, ‘’Hyung! Please, he is here,’’ a roughed-up and bloodied Jungkook points towards the room where Seokjin informed him that the omega was.

The pheromones are so strong that Namjoon halts, taking it in before he bursts through the doors.

‘’Omega.’’ Namjoon breathes.

The alpha turns towards Jungkook, eyes still glowing red, ‘’Leave us.’’ He slams the door in the other alpha’s face who just lets out the biggest sigh of his life.

Namjoon moves towards the omega who tosses and turns in the bed.

‘’Omega.‘’

This time Hoseok heard him before he smelled the president.

The omega let out a weak, ‘’Alpha?’’

Namjoon’s heart soars, racing as the omega calls out so prettily for him. ‘’Yes, alpha is here.’’ He enters the bed, his weight dipping into the mattress and Hoseok flings himself into his open arms. Namjoon buries his face in the crook of Hoseok’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent, letting the intoxicating pheromones do their job.
Hoseok keens once the alpha licks a fat stripe across the swollen scent gland, lapping his wet tongue over it.

‘’Smell so good, so good for me omega…’’ The alpha husked, gracing his teeth as longside Hoseok’s slender neckline. The omega trembles breathlessly as he begs for the alpha to claim him. ‘’Bite me, alpha….’’

Hoseok normally would not think mating with the president of the nation was a good idea, but Hoseok was not in control. His omega was. And the omega wanted nothing more than for the alpha to sink those canines deep into his skin and take everything. He wanted to bathe in the musky scent and drown in the alpha’s raging sea. He wanted Namjoon to breed him fully and not stop until he was leaking.

‘’Please-’’ Hoseok mewls with spit and drool dripping from his mouth, diamond eyes shining as he stares longingly at the alpha. A high blush is painted on his face, tears prickling at the corners as he blinks them away. All the omega can see is his alpha, the red hardened gaze as he turns his head to meet Hoseok’s eyes.

It does not take much for the alpha to take initiative and he pulls back from Hoseok’s neck. Namjoon gently grabs Hoseok’s face in his hands, swiping the omega’s tears away with the pad of his thumbs. The touch is maddening, everywhere the alpha touches him feels like it’s on fire. Hoseok’s hips rut against the mattress as he pleads for more.

‘’Omega,’’ Namjoon growls, pushing the omega down to lay flat on the bed. With sheer strength, the velvet suit top ripped off Hoseok’s slim body. The cool air sends chills down the omega’s spine, he gasps once Namjoon mouths across his flat stomach. ‘’Gonna breed you full of my pups.’’ Namjoon rasps, holding Hoseok’s slim waist in his hand, squeezing. The omega whimpers as he arches his back, ‘’Breed me, fuck me, touch me!’’ Hoseok shamelessly demands, eyes rolling back once Namjoon sucks colorful marks across his chest, pressing those plump and full lips everywhere. The weight of the alpha pushes Hoseok down on the bed, feeling trapped underneath the alpha, under his mercy. Hoseok trashes his head, whining at the amount of slick pooling down his thighs.

It's a mess, everything feels like it’s set ablaze. His mind is running a hundred miles per hour, his heart hasn't stopped pounding against his ribcage. Everything melts together and once Namjoon’s mouth finds his perky nipples, it stops. The pleasure is unreal, Hoseok’s mind turning foggy as the ecstasy spreads across his veins. It is molten hot, the way the alpha abuses his buds, biting and rolling the stiff nipples with his fingers. Namjoon hums as Hoseok can only cry out for more, rutting his hips desperately to gain any delicious friction.

Hoseok’s whines grow louder and louder until the alpha kisses a wet trail up his neck and stops by his lips. They're bitten raw, so red, and inviting. The alpha traces the plumpness with his fingers, and it’s a ghost of a touch. It’s too sensual, too intimate for whatever was happening.

They were supposed to be animals submitting to their instincts, fucking raw and dirty.

None of these sweet touches. It only served to confuse Hoseok and made his omega preen, rolling over on its belly for the alpha. Hoseok gets lost in the alpha's intense stare watching how the alpha’s eyes flicker up and down as if Namjoon is trying to refrain himself from kissing Hoseok.

The omega pouts, wetting his own lips and smacking them to get the alpha to do something. The grip around Hoseok’s neck tightened for a moment as the omega gasped, parting his lips wide. Namjoon seems to give in, the battle warring in his brain forgotten as he leans down and connects their lips together in a fiery touch.

It felt right, it felt good, the omega thought as he sighed deeply into it. The alpha was no patient man and Hoseok quickly felt wet heat stroking over his bottom lip. His tongue relentlessly nipped and asked for entrance.

Hoseok caved embarrassingly fast, letting Namjoon in to deepen the kiss. Gone was that fleeting innocent touch of lips. Hoseok tasted delectable to the alpha who opened up so sweetly, so willingly for his alpha. Hoseok’s knees grew weak as the alpha caressed him with his tongue, licking into his mouth. Namjoon whined into the open mouth and messy kiss as Hoseok’s slender fingers reached for his hair, getting entangled. His short nails scraped against Namjoon’s scalp, sending shivers down the alpha’s spine.

Their heavy breaths mingled as Namjoon’s hard erection rubbed along Hoseok’s hips.

Namjoon was the one to pull away, both gasping for breath, momentarily getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen as they were lost in each other.

Hoseok bares his neck for the alpha, face turned halfway into the pillows under his head, ‘’Alpha…’’ The rest of the words die on his tongue as Namjoon's teeth sink into the skin, not a mating bite but close enough. Not enough to break the skin and claim him properly but the omega moans out in a moment of satisfaction. The alpha grunts as he grinds his erection against the plaint omega who moans for more.

The heat building inside Hoseok was unbearable at this stage, he needed the alpha to take his pain away. There was an icy coldness that dug into his stomach that needed the alpha to come kiss it away. He felt the sweat-drench sheets stick uncomfortably to his back, he needed Namjoon to mount him, make him forget all about his environment.

Hoseok’s nimble fingers pawed at the dress pants the alpha was currently in, he could see that the alpha was wearing too much-restricting clothing for his liking. The alpha gets the gist and strips down bare for Hoseok to marvel at his nude body.

The omega is stunned at the sight, so big, so strong. Alpha is strong, alpha will protect him and their pups.

Namjoon tosses the dress pants and shirt away, slipping out of his socks and underwear in one swoop.

Hoseok’s mouth waters at the sight, so thick, so long, all for him, all to breed him with.

Namjoon strokes himself a few times to evade some of his pent-up aggression, not wanting to do anything to hurt his omega. The tip is pooling with beads of precum that give the long length look nice, wet, and shining.

Namjoon then returns to take Hoseok’s own sullied pants off and stops to leave a trail of kisses on his bare thighs. Namjoon then settles between Hoseok's open legs who only encourages him with a thrust of his hips. Namjoon’s large hands part Hoseok’s thighs, eyes trained on the wetness that has the alpha entranced.

Hoseok’s pussy was drenched at this point, leaking so much slick, soft fleshy pink folds glistening. The alpha growls as he thinks of anyone who has ever had his omega before him in this way, determined to be the best for his omega, to ensure that nobody could please him as well as he knew that he could.

‘’Mine, this pussy is all mine.’’ Namjoon roars and Hoseok trembles in a freight, ‘’Only yours, only alpha’s!’’ Hoseok says, toes curling feeling so exposed and vulnerable in front of the hungry eyed alpha.

Namjoon’s fingers dip into Hoseok’s flower, caressing him with bold strokes. The alpha pupils were blown wide, the deepest shade of red Hoseok had ever seen as his thick fingers pressed into him, filling him up. Hoseok's back arched off the bed in an instant like he was burned, a gust of slick escaping and coating Namjoon’s hand.

Hoseok panted as his chest rose and fell as his alpha continued to play with his wetness, and just as Hoseok thought he could regain his breath, he felt Namjoon’s warm mouth on him. His lips darkened and wet with saliva, red eyes making eye contact with Hoseok who sobs. The alpha is kissing his inner walls, flicking his tongue against his swollen aching clit. Namjoon’s face is drenched with Hoseok’s juices, the wet slurping sounds bore into his skull as he cries out. A wave of fresh tears pools as Hoseok’s hands fly towards the alpha’s head, grabbing him to ground himself.

Eyes threaten to roll back for the omega as Namjoon eats him out like a starved animal, using his fingers to massage him, dipping into him with lazy strokes, drawing out lewd sounds that Hoseok was aware he could make. The alpha's tongue delved into him so deep, lapping him up like he was some sort of delicious treat. Hoseok rode his face, hips jutting and grinding against the alpha who moaned unabashedly.

Hoseok felt the fire pooling in his lower abdomen, trails of the fire spreading wide until he came on Namjoon’s tongue with a loud cry.

‘’So pretty, my beautiful omega is so good for me….’’ The alpha murmured entranced against his hip bone, licking his fingers to savor the slick. Namjoon rested his head against Hoseok’s thigh as he waited for the omega to catch his breath with a satisfied grin. The omega felt the shock waves come crashing after the orgasm, but it wasn't nearly enough.

‘’Alpha-’’

Namjoon smirked at his insatiable omega who was so greedy for more, and the alpha was happy to oblige him until the day the president died. ‘’Want more? I’ll give you anything you want, omega.’’ The alpha breathes against Hoseok’s smooth skin, sitting up and getting situated between the other’s knees.

The alpha began to stroke his leaking erection, the swollen knot already forming at the base. His heavy balls were full of his seed, ready to pump the omega to the brim. Namjoon slaps the wet pussy with the blunt tip, marveling at how it was quaking and the omega keens at the lewdness and the sinful wet sounds that bounce off the walls. ‘’Gonna fuck you now, omega, gonna breed you good.’’

Hoseok's heart is beating in his ears, his breath still rigid but he is ready. ‘’Please breed me! Want your pups-’’ He begs for the alpha and spreads himself wide. Namjoon then sinks into him slowly.

They both let out a deep groan as Namjoon’s thick length practically splits the omega wide. Hoseok digs his fingers into his palms leaving marks as Namjoon bends him in half, pressing down onto him with all his weight, getting deeper than anyone has ever reached. His wet hole takes the alpha with stride, welcoming him as his wet pussy clamps down eagerly. The grip is tight, and warm just for the alpha. Namjoon feels like he could spend eternity just fucking the omega raw, he would never find anything else he’d rather do.

Namjoon sets a rhythm with quick thrusts, slamming his hips against Hoseok’s. The obscene sound of the alpha’s balls slapping Hoseok’s ass makes the omega moan loud, his face heating up.

Namjoon fucks hard and fast, showing the omega no hint of stopping as he pounds into the wet heat. Hoseok feels the alpha stretch his pussy, it’s an indescribable mixture of pain that bleeds into a vividly endless pool of pleasure that has the omega choked up. Namjoon has made the omega’s mind numb, all fuzzy, and seeing the stars.

They continue fucking like animals for hours until the alpha has released everything into the omega sloppy wetness. Until Hoseok lies there leaking his sweetly thick seed, until the omega cannot move, his brain has stopped functioning, only knowing that he was breed properly.

The alpha shows no sign of slowing his thrusts, showing the omega how good he could breed him, making sure that Hoseok’s pussy belonged to only him. Making sure that the shape of his knot is memorized, until the omega cannot orgasm anymore, until their release taints and stains the sheets. Until Hoseok goes jaw-slacked, eyes rolled back with his tongue out, until he is fucked so good he’ll never need or want another alpha. Until they are one and the same.

And the last thing the omega remembers before passing out from exhaustion is the sharp excruciatingly delicious pain of teeth sinking deeply into him, until he bled, right on his scent gland.

-

Whenever Hoseok comes back to himself again, his throat is dry and his head is ringing, his body feels still riddled with heat.

His body hurts all over and he cannot move his sore limbs. There's an unfamiliar warmth around him, arms wrapped tightly around his middle, almost as if someone was afraid he’d slip out of the hold. His lower half feels too numb, and Hoseok isn’t able to wiggle his toes even.

His heavy-lidded eyes flutter as he tries to look around, he doesn't think that this place is the apartment where he was last.

It is dizzy, a thundering pain shooting right into his back that has him groaning.

Hazily he tries to call out for his roommate Taehyung, ‘’Tae?’’ Hoseok’s own voice was so hoarse he barely even recognized it.

There's no answer, he tries reaching for his phone, it must be somewhere close.

But as the omega struggles in the hold, he turns around.

The world halts, Hoseok’s stomach dropping at the sight.

This was not Taehyung.

Hoseok almost shrieks as he sees the peaceful sleeping man as none other than the president. Hoseok's wide eyes cast a glance downwards, down the sleeping alpha’s abs to where they are currently connected.

‘’OH MY-’’ Hoseok choked as he saw that he was knotted by the president.

But before he can even begin to freak out, his distress awakes the alpha. His eyes still have flickers of red in them, and Namjoon presses chaste and quick kisses to his face. The alpha coos at him automatically releasing his pheromones to soothe the omega and Hoseok unbeknownst to him feels himself slip into the lulling comfort.

Namjoon embraces him more tightly, the radiating heat from the alpha calms Hoseok’s uneasy nerves a tad bit but it is still too much for the omega reporter who cannot even resist the hold. The more pheromones Namjoon releases, the more drowsy Hoseok feels.
For good measure, Namjoon gently rocks Hoseok back onto his knot that's still expanded and snuggly fitted into Hoseok’s pussy keeping all his seed intact.

Hoseok whines as he looks down, watching in horror at how much his belly is bulging from the seed in him and Namjoon’s knot.

‘’Don't speak anyone else's name around me, omega.’’ The alpha then warns him, hands wrapping around Hoseok’s marked-up hips in a bruising grip. The omega pleads for more but Hoseok is terrified. Namjoon’s mouth then lapped along the fresh mating bite, thrusting lazily into him.

Hoseok can only recall the stinging pain from the mating bite before the omega takes over the reins and begs the alpha to pump him full once more.

-

The combined heat and rut only die down after three days.

Hoseok has been thoroughly touched, kissed, and breed and he was sure that the bed he was in had broke after the second day, not being able to support the rowdy fucking.

Hoseok was finally in control of himself and his actions, his omega was sedated. He had come to this morning and still had trouble dealing with the situation he was in. Estimated time Hoseok gauged the orange sky that peeked from the curtains, it was early evening.

The president was still in an alpha trance, gently brushing Hoseok’s black hair backward with his fingers. ‘’Omega has pretty hair-’’

This had been going on for the last half an hour and Hoseok lay frozen, not sure how to formally ask to be relieved, or even how to address the president that just a moment prior had fucked him senseless. Hoseok was sore, nothing he had ever experienced in his lifetime of being an omega and enduring his heat.

Hoseok and Taehyung never fucked like this, they were more playful and only gave each other the release they needed, nothing more.
Nothing like this, the president had even claimed him with his bite.

That was still something the omega reporter was trying to wrap his rational brain around.

‘’Sir, uhm Mr. President?’’ Hoseok tried softly, his throat was still killing him but the alpha had fed him and poured water into his mouth during the sex escapades, so he wasn't terribly famished.

The alpha only hums, nuzzling his neck. Namjoon didn't mind that his omega called him that, it was cute.

Hoseok swallows harshly before he dares to ask ‘’Can I leave?’’

That, Namjoon did seem to mind, and he sat up, eyes beginning to bleed back into that shade of red again. ‘’What why, omega should stay close.’’ He argues, only talking in short words with his stern voice.

Hoseok shuddered, it was dangerously close to alpha talk, and the president was steadfast in his overly protective alpha mode. The red orbs made Hoseok tremble but he had to go, Taehyung was probably worried sick.

Hoseok thinks fast, playing into the mindset that alpha was in; a defenseless omega. ‘’But my friends and family, I need to call them.’’

‘’No need for those, you have now alpha. A new family with me.’’ The president touches his stomach in a show, pressing gently towards his womb.

Oh, god, Hoseok is scared.

Hoseok tries to pull back but Namjoon grabs him, and the omega lets out a sharp inhale. ‘’You're hurting me.’’

Namjoon then reluctantly lets him go, the red in his eyes starts to fade as the president’s brows furrow.

‘’Fine, you can go. But you'll have security with you.’’

Hoseok sighs in relief, that's a compromise he is willing to work with. He needs to get home, he needs a sense of familiarity in his confusing time. His heart was swelling whenever the alpha looked at him with his deep gaze or touched him, but this didn’t make any sense. Namjoon wasn't his alpha, he was still the president. That meant that no matter how much Hoseok desired him or wanted him, he had a responsibility to the nation first. Hoseok was nothing to him, or so the omega desperately tried to convince himself.

Hoseok gets pulled into Namjoon’s strong warm arms, the alpha scents him and presses kisses into his neck.

‘’Omega, so beautiful.’’

It takes everything in Hoseok not to give in and let the alpha do with him as he pleases.

-

Taehyung was worried sick, he hadn't gotten any lick of sleep since a half conscious Hoseok was dragged away from him. He had tried getting in contact with anyone from the Kim House, but they all informed him that they didn't know who Hosok was nor were they willing to disclose the president's whereabouts.

Taehyung was disheveled with his dark circles, unshaven bread, and raw bitten nails.

He looked like a hot mess and he couldn't stand still or rest easy until he knew that Hoseok was safe.

The words from that beta still haunted him, making Taehyung even more uneasy and afraid that something wrong was happening.

But then the door opened and Taehyung flung up from the sofa. He cries out in sheer relief at the sight of his hyung in one piece.

‘’Hyung!’’ Taehyung went to embrace the other but a tall man stepped in front of him. He was wearing that same suit of the men that carried Hoseok away three days ago.

Hoseok beamed at the alpha, stepping around the tall man. ‘’Tae!’’

Taehyung stood defensively trying to reach his hyung, ‘’Who is this?’’

‘’Jeon Jungkook, secret service.’’ He introduced quickly, ‘’Please refrain from touching the president’s first omega.’’

Taehyung grimaced, who was he to tell him that? ‘’Nice to meet you, can you now kindly fuck off?’’ Taehyung spat, done dealing with the people from the wretched Kim House.

Hoseok tells the man to stand outside, ‘’With pleasure, madam sir first omega.’’ The title makes Hoseok's ears burn with embarrassment, but the tall alpha leaves them alone.

Taehyung grabs him, ‘’Hyung what happened? I tried calling but you wouldn't answer and they told me that you-’’ The alpha’s voice turns wet, distressed, and overflowing with emotion.

Hoseok hugs the younger man tightly, giving him a moment to take a deep breath. ‘’I’m fine Tae, everything isn't but I’m fine.’’
Taehyung blinks away the tears from his bloodshot eyes, rubbing at them.

‘’Tell me everything.’’

Hoseok doesn't even know where to begin, he had been trying to piece the hazy mess together but the heat had made everything so messy.

‘’I went to do the interview, everything was going smoothly then I saw him. The president. Then everything went downhill.’’

Hoseok scrambles his brain to figure it all out, ‘’I think I blacked out and then I was here in your arms but then my omega was in a state of shock? Oh my god, his mark I'm bearing it.’’

Taehyung leads them to take a seat, ‘’He marked you? Claimed you?’’ Taehyung doesn't want to believe his own words, the grim face on the omega says it all.

‘’I'm scared. He's not in the right state of mind. The president's in alpha mode, he even scented me for 20 minutes before I could leave his side.’’

‘’We need to leave, flee the country or something,’’ Taehyung exclaims, worried for Hoseok’s future if the so-called progressive president fighting for omega rights were this much of a possessive knothead.

‘’I can't go anywhere, Tae. I carry his mark, I'm bonded to him. He'll know, he has eyes everywhere. I won't make it out of this door without being stopped let alone getting on a plane without his permission…’’ Hoseok sulks, feeling hopeless.

Taehyung is quiet, there was no time for wishful thinking. Hoseok had been claimed by the president, it was a miracle he was even here right now and not locked up somewhere in the Kim House.

Hoseok rubs along his bandaged neck, the pulsing heat from the bite making his omega purr. ‘’I'm confused. I wanted it, I love our president… I looked up to him so much as an alpha but-’’

Taehyung stops him. ‘’Hyung! You were in heat and delirious. He was probably just overcome by something out of your control, his alpha is probably just as confused as you are.’’ He reassures the omega who is on the brink of tearing up. He brings Hoseok in his embrace, gently petting his hair.

‘’The president is probably working on severing the bond as we speak, and then we can go back to normal,’’ Taehyung promises, hoping that he is right because that is what he needs Hoseok to believe. That there was a chance it all was a big misunderstanding.

-

‘’With all due respect sir, but are you clinically insane?!’’ Seokjin says as he stands in the Oval Office catching the president up on everything he had missed these few past days.

Namjoon is sitting in his chair, eyes scanning the sheets of paper that need his attention.

‘’I'm going to publicly claim him, Jin. ‘’ The president tells the Chief of Staff whose face looks as if it had heard the most ridiculous joke.

Seokjin tries again to make the president see the error of his ways. ‘’Sir. Please. You have to listen.’’

Namjoon only hums dismissively.

‘’He's a kid.’’ Seokjin starts off.

With a click of his tongue annoyed, the president spears Seokjin with only a quick blank glance. ‘’He’s 23, a university graduate and he's my omega.’’ The president states, thinking that makes it even better.

‘’Sir. You're almost 35, and the goddamn president of the nation! The media will eat this up. They will drag your name through the mud and smear your good reputation. They will not only stop at that but do not to forget all those omegas who stood by your side, they will discard you in an instant.’’

Namjoon has the sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt rolled up to his forearms, both elbows resting on his desk. The reading glasses on his nose hang low as he stares up at Seokjin. ‘’And what do you propose, keep my omega a secret? I was going to find someone sooner rather than later. I'm too handsome to die alone and not bring any offspring into this dear world of ours.’’

Seokjin sighed, feeling like he was fighting a losing battle trying to get the president who was drunk off his little omega to think rationally for a mere second. ‘’But sir-’’

‘’No butts, they will love him. My omega is beautiful, kind and so good. He'll carry my pups, be sweet on my arm, and smile at the media and everyone will swoon. They will love him as their own or I'll make them.’’

Seokjin swallows as the thick tension only rises with the dangerous edge the president is speaking.

‘’Any bad tongue that rises against my omega will feel my wrath, they will regret it in a pool of their own blood if I can help it.’’

‘’Joon. You are not thinking straight, that is your alpha speaking.’’

Namjoon slams his hands on the desk, multiple sheets fall on the ground, the force which makes Seokjin shut his mouth.

‘’No, Jinnie- ‘’ the familiar nickname sounds wrong in his tone, with venom and spite, no fondness to be found. ‘’You are the one not listening.’’

‘’Have you forgotten that in the three days I was busy mating who runs things around here? I have the final say, I am the one who sits behind this desk. That means I am the only decision-maker that matters.’’

Seokjin feels hot under his collar as Namjoon's eyes flash red. ‘’I make sure this nation is safe, I rule, and therefore we will follow my rules.’’

Namjoon stands up, seizing up the other alpha. ‘’I will not rest until everyone and their grandmother knows my omega’s precious name. Until they know my claim on him until they know I have found my other half until the day of my omega’s birth is celebrated as a national holiday until they know he's mine and I am his.’’

Seokjin listens as Namjoon's voice only grows louder, veins in his face protruding, ‘’As this nation's sole leader, I'm in command. I command you to fall in line or else. You don't want to test me, you don't want to stand in my way. Seokjin-’’ This was only a warning, ‘’I care for you like you're my own, a brother I never had, but if you dare disobey or stand in the way of me and my omega, then I pray the gods have a lesser cruel punishment for you.’’

Seokjin couldn't mask the hurt, he knew what Namjoon was capable of, and he knew how cold and calculated he could be if his hand was tested.

‘’Have you ever considered what Hoseok might feel?’’ Seokjin says, sighing as Namjoon crosses his arm, allowing him to speak.

‘’You triggered his heat, he was an unsuspecting victim. You went into a feral rut, you almost assaulted him where I stand. You hurt not only Jungkook but many other of your men who tried to pull you away. He was scared, sobbing so we sent him back to his own home, but to save you from killing anyone, we brought him to you. The omega was already deluded, your pheromones affected him badly, and you took claim to that poor omega without knowing what he wanted. And the worst part is that you don’t care that you triggered his heat-’’

Namjoon's face turned sour, biting the inside of his cheeks as his eyes narrowed in on Seokjin who kept on speaking his truth, ‘’-He was in heat! He was not in the right state to make any sort of life-altering decisions. You took that away. He's a normal omega, and now you want to shout his name to the public? For what to appease your ego? So that the world will know that you claimed him, an omega too far gone to make any decisions on his own without your influence?’’

Seokjin is silent after his outburst, his ears turning red from frustration.

‘’I desperately need you to think this through, think of Hoseok’s life. ‘’ Seokjin shouts at him, not able to contain or compose himself before Namjoon cuts him off, ‘’Leave.’’

Seokjin bows before taking his leave, ‘’Mr. President.’’ His voice is laced with hurt and Namjoon sighs into his hand.

Once the door shuts, Jimin rushes to Seokjin’s side. ‘’Jinnie,’’ The secretary had over the streaming match, Namjoon and Seokjin had their disagreements but it had never gotten this bad before. Jimin notices the soured pheromones and tries to soothe Seokjin’s anger.

Seokjin trembles in his silent rage, ‘’I’m fine Jimin. No need for your coddling-’’ The Chief of Staff spits as he pulls away from the other alpha’s touch. Jimin frowns, hurt.

‘’I’m leaving, I need a drink.’’ Seokjin groans, undoing his tie, losing it up, and unbuttoning his dress suit.

Jimin shifts his weight around, unsure if that was an open extended invitation. It was never clear when the other alpha wanted to be left alone or for Jimin to fuck the frustrations that came with the job title away.

Seokjin casts the secretary a knowing gaze before he walks down the hall. Jimin saw it, the alpha's saddened gaze, all wet. Jimin's heart hurts for the older alpha, wanting to take his pain away in any way he was able to. He follows after Seokjin with a heavy heart, even if it didn't matter in the morning, Jimin would still hold onto hope that Seokjin would open up to him one day.

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Taehyung had made Hoseok take a shower, cooked for him, and helped the omega get into more comfortable clothing. They were cuddled up on the sofa watching a drama, trying to get their mind off whatever had transpired over the last few days.

Their short moment of normalcy was cut once Jungkook entered the apartment.

‘’Madam sir, you have a call.’’ Jungkook addresses Hoseok whose puffy eyes make the alpha heart bleed.

‘’Who?’’ Hoseok asks as he looks up from where’s sprawled out, knows the answer but he still asks.

‘’It is the president.’’

Hoseok makes no sign of wanting to answer, only returning to watch the television.

Jungkook panics, ‘’I urge you to answer.’’ The tremble in the alpha’s voice makes Hoseok feel pity for him, he is clearly scared and afraid. Hoseok knew that he couldn't hide away from the president forever, he knew that he had to face the alpha soon. He just didn't want it to be this soon, not when his heart was still struggling to sort out his feelings, not now when he was in a whirlwind of emotions.

Hoseok gets up and takes the phone from Jungkook, the big-eyed alpha silently thanks him. ‘’Hello?’’ Hoseok says, uncertain if he is ready to hear the alpha.

‘’Omega.’’ The president's voice wavers, heavy with breath, like the alpha had been dying to hear his voice.

‘’Mr. President.’’ Hoseok responds, not wanting to call him alpha because if he did, it would change everything.

Annoyed, Namjoon lets out a deep sigh. ‘’Call me Namjoon.’’

Hoseok is fiddling with the seams of his comfortable sweatshirt, ‘’Okay. Uhm Namjoon, sir?’’ The omega tries again, this time not so snappy but more softer.

‘’That's a little better, ‘’ He hears Namjoon chuckle, ‘’How are you?’’

Hoseok didn't know how to respond to that, he clearly wasn't fine, he was confused and hurting. But he couldn't let the alpha know that. ‘’I'm doing better…’’ He opts to keep it as vague as possible.

There's a long pregnant pause as Hoseok fears the line has gone dead, but then the alpha breathes heavily. ‘’ I want to see you.’’ The president confesses to him and Hoseok is taken aback.

‘’I-’’

‘’Don't. I know you're afraid of me,’’ Namjoon tells him, and if that was the case, Hoseok wasn't sure. He knew that the president made him in some sort of way nothing could compare to. But the heat they spent together, that wasn't Hoseok, it was his omega. The president didn't want him, he wanted Hoseok’s omega who was susceptible to the president’s alpha.

Although Hoseok was an omega, and proud to be one, he wasn't going to be simply reduced to one. He didn't want an alpha who only saw him for that, he wanted to be loved wholeheartedly. Funnily enough, it was the president's words that made him this way, the same president that encouraged omegas to take a stand and gain their own independent voice.

An alpha would still only be an alpha, Hoseok thought. Even if he was the president.

‘’I know this is farfetched but I cannot go on without telling you this. This was supposed to happen.’’ Namjoon begins to tell him.

‘’What do you mean?’’

‘’Do you believe in fate, Hoseok?’’

The omega noticed that this was the first time that the president had addressed him by his name and not ‘omega’.

‘’Fate brought you to me, Hoseok.’’

Hoseok lets out a shaky breath, he goes to the bedroom. He doesn't feel like crying in front of Taehyung and Jungkook. His heart is beating, and the calming voice of the president makes Hoseok’s head all warm and fuzzy, it makes him want to listen to him, even though Hoseok knows he shouldn't.

‘’...please I don't think this is right. You’re you. The president-’’

Namjoon smiles, overcome with joy that Hoseok is hearing him out, ‘’Yes I'm aware of my position.’’

‘’I'm not in that world you're in!’’ Hoseok yells at him, not wanting to be confused, trying to keep his heart from winning over his mind.

‘’As long as you have my mark on your skin, I belong to you.’’

‘’You're the president!’’ Hoseok says again, being more persistent and wanting to resist the alpha.

‘’That is true, but my alpha, my soul, it is yours. I've always been yours, Jung Hoseok. You are my beginning and end. I only want to live for you, I want to be yours. I will be yours until I draw my last breath on his earth, I wanna be yours. My heart is yours to do with as you please.’’

Everything Hoseok knows shatters and falls apart in seconds. Namjoon’s words are all he can think of, and he wants to believe the alpha. He wanted to be his, but it was wrong, right? There was no way that the president wanted him, right?

Hoseok once steel resolve crumbles as he lets the alpha’s sincere and genuine confession sink in, into his heart.
‘’I- can't think straight when I see you, I can’t think straight when you talk to me like that. You- you smell like my future, a dream too far away from my reach, and I’m scared.’’

Hoseok confesses, letting the tears flow down his face as he shakes. There was a bottomless sea of uncertain emotions and Hoseok was willingly swimming against the current, against his rational side. He must be an idiot.

The alpha is quick to reassure him, and Hoseok can feel the pull in their mating bond. ‘’Don't be, I'm here. I’m here for you always and I am not going anywhere. I think I was born for this moment, not to be the president but to be your alpha.’’

‘’Please,’’ Hoseok’s voice is wet, ‘’ Don’t sweet talk me or else. I might just be a fool to believe you.’’ Hoseok whispers softly.

‘’I am the only fool here, a fool to think I could live a moment without you, a fool to think I could withstand you, a fool to think I could be anything other than honest with you,’’ Namjoon tells him.

Hoseok cannot help the purr from escaping the back of his throat, ‘’Namjoon, you have to stop-’’ Hoseok’s face is blushing, and his head feels a bit hazy.

‘’Really, I have to stop when my omega is purring at me so sweetly,’’ Hoseok can hear the smug grin from over the phone, and the omega keens.

‘’Alpha.’’ Hoseok feels a fresh wave of warmth over the bite mark, their bond fortifying as more and more time goes by. There's a certain pull that makes Hoseok’s stomach coil with a familiar heat. ‘’I can feel how badly you want me, alpha. It's overwhelming.’’ The omega breathlessly states as he plops down on the bed.

‘’I have wanted you like this since the moment my eyes saw you.’’ Namjoon tells him and Hoseok moans at the raw honest truth. The alpha wasn't hiding or shy about how much he desired Hoseok. It made him feel unstoppable, made him feel wanted.

‘’Alpha, I'm so wet for you.’’

There is a low growl that makes Hoseok laugh. ‘’Don't say that to me so casually or else I'm coming running to you omega.’’

Hoseok feels his pussy pulsate, memories from the heat flooding into his mind as his body becomes wet and ready to take in the alpha.
‘’Please, it hurts.’’ The omega whimpers painfully, there was only one person who could make it go away.

‘’I'm on the way, omega. Just hold on for, can you do that baby? Be a good boy for your alpha?’’ The president tells him in his husky voice as he hears commotion on the other side of the phone line.

The fire in his belly burns as Hoseok hums, ‘’Wanna be good- good for alpha-’’ Hoseok slurs, whining as the heat spreads, licking up his core. Hoseok feels himself leak more slick and his omega cries out for the alpha.

The line dies and Hoseok tosses the phone away.

There's a knock on the door, snapping Hoseok momentarily out of the trance.

‘’Hyung, you okay?’’

Taehyung stops dead in his tracks as the heavy scent hits him like a truck, ‘’Hyung? What-’’ He covers his nose, and a particular wave of heat hits Hoseok who moans out loud.

‘’Fuck, are you?’’ Taehyung says but he isn't sure, this had to be the aftermath of having his heat triggered. Spontaneous and sporadic heatwaves.

‘’My alpha is coming.’’ Hoseok then says out of the blue like that it’s a completely normal thing.

‘’The president is on his way here?!’’ Taehyung doesn't know how many more freakouts his heart can handle.

Jungkook then storms inside, grabbing Taehyung by his elbow. ‘’We have to leave, the president is coming.’’

Taehyung struggles in the harsh grasp, trying to break free. ‘’Excuse me, Mr. Secret Service but I live here. And I’m not going anywhere.’’ The alpha firmly plants his feet but Jungkook only gives him a stare-down, like he doesn't know what he’s facing.

He walks up to the other alpha, ‘’If the president wanted he could have you either evicted or executed. Pick one. I tried standing between him and that omega in there and I almost broke three ribs and dislocated my jaw.’’ Jungkook said in a dead serious tone and Taehyung didn't feel like testing him.

‘’Let me just say goodbye to hyung. ‘’ Taehyung says rushing into the bedroom where Hoseok was trying to get undressed, ‘’Hobi-hyung.’’

Hoseok can't really hear or understand him, his eyes glowing like diamonds. ‘’I assume your alpha will take care of you. Just make sure you eat and drink lots, the fridge is stocked. And uhm- I’ll get you contraceptive teas! I am sure that the president has gotten tested regularly but please just stay safe.’’

The omega blinks at him, and Taehyung sighs as he knows all that just went right over his head.

‘’Goodbye, hyung.’’ He waves as he is being escorted out of his own home which is absurd.

It did feel wrong, Taehyung thought halfway down the flight of stairs.

‘’You know what- fuck it. I’m going to confront him. I have to know that he’s gonna take care of Hoseok-hyung. Fuck running away like a coward. ‘’

Jungkook gives up trying to get the other alpha to heed his warning, it was his death sentence.

‘’Fine, the president is 2 minutes away.’’

Taehyung swallowed the lump of confidence that quickly became smaller back down.

‘’Imma wait for him by the gates then.’’

They make their way down the apartment complex, Taehyung has his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He should've grabbed something to change into, but it was too late. The blacked-out cars had pulled up.

Taehyung tries to stand tall, not shake like a leaf. All the guards waiting with him bow once the door is open for the president.

Taehyung has never seen him in person, and as an alpha, he feels immediately threatened.

‘’Kim Taehyng, was it?’’ The president says, walking up to him with easy steps towering over him with his strong stature.

‘’Yes, sir president, sir.’’ Taehyung mumbles, fumbling his words as he bows quickly.

Taehyung tries to muster some courage, as he looks the man in the eye. Taehyung's nerves are on edge and his mouth grows dry as Taehyung sees red.

‘’Why are you standing in my way, Taehyung-sshi?’’ The voice is icy cold, and Taehyung has to stop his knees from wobbling as he straightens up his posture. ‘’I wanted to make sure- make sure that you would treat Hobi-hyung well. Do not hurt him, I don’t care if you are the president or an alien over-lord.’’ The words come out fast, and Taehyung tries not to waver.

‘’How adorable. ‘’ The president says amused, he pats Taehyung on his shoulder. ‘’Very admirable of you. I can see why my omega is fond of you. On his behalf, I extend my courtesy.’’

Taehyung's face is stiff and he doesn’t know if the president even remotely is taking him seriously.

‘’Are you going to protect Hoseok, and keep him safe? He’s all I have.’’ Taehyung confesses feeling so small under the heavy gaze and the president offers him somewhat of a smile, the corners of his mouth twitching.

‘’Yes, of course I am.’’

Taehyung is probably pushing it but he goes on, ‘’Are you going to make sure he's happy?’’

‘’His happiness is my only goal.’’

‘Good,’’ Taehyung breathes, feeling sweaty as his voice reaches a higher octave than normal. The president's fits are balled up, knuckles turning white and there's a vein about to pop on his forehead. Taehyung was frozen like a deer in headlight before Jungkok nudged him to move. Taehyung quickly steps out of the president's way letting him enter the complex.

Taehyung turns towards Jungkook, a coy smile playing on his lips. ‘’Well, that went better than I thought. ‘’

Jungkook rolls his eyes, ‘’You are lucky his omega likes you.’’ The alpha guard deadpans as he returns back to his post.

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