[M] Semi Ruined (1/1)

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Kyungsoo wiggles the ring off of his petite finger furiously - the one that matches Kris' own beneath the smoke and l.e.d. lights in the lounge where it's dark but flattering - because this most definitely hasn't been a decent kind of day for the omega. Witnessing a murder will do that.He takes the ring and hurls it at the alpha in a fit of tears and quivering lips. Because resulting from an event of sheer horror, Kyungoo's angry and scared and suddenly, he sees Kris in a light he doesn't really like but had always known was there from the moment he'd disclosed what his family does, what he's a part of--who his father is. Being a powerful figure in the world of illegal business is not ever sparing to omega bystanders.And previously Kyungsoo hadn't ever been one to have any qualms about what comes and goes in the world of shadows happening around him. But Kris is possessive and Jongin is now gone. This was the crack to make it all shatter."You can take your fucking ring back!" The omega shouts, "I don't want it! I don't want you!"It hits Kris in the chest, who flinches but ends up with the little silver band in the palm of his hand, matching one on his finger still gleaming subtly against his black attire. And when he lifts his gaze from the ring in his palm, all he sees in the dim room lit by sleazy neon lights on the walls is Kyungsoo's watery orbs that convey something broken like betrayal. He feels like he's missing something here but his brain isn't reaching for the words to stop all of this.Wait what?W-What the--But I didn't do anything...?Kris knows that he shouldn't press the matter, but he tries to salvage what he understands is hopeless, because Kyungsoo is not a reasonable omega--known this since the beginning. The petite beauty is a bitch--and that's on a good day. This is a significant step backwards from previously making things better again.This ring was supposed to be an apology and a promise."B-Baby, c'mon--" He tries, stepping forward. To which Kyungsoo hits him in the chest with balled up fists, shouting, "L-Leave me alone! Go away!" He's shoving the alpha towards the door where other alphas are waiting outside to get into U-Phoric. "G-Get out!" Kyungsoo's still out of breath from running all the way from the warehouse in the outskirts of town.He'd been a mess of tears and terror on his face, bumping into Kris on the way in who'd ironically been on his way out from a routine inspection. Little did he know that Kyungsoo witnessing the murder of Kim Jongin was somehow going to involve himself in some sort of nonsense kind of way. Granted--it was apparently his father who had pulled the trigger to splatter the degenerate alpha's brains, but still, somehow it's Kris' fault in Kyungsoo's eyes irregardless.B-But I w-wasn't even there... Kris had maybe tried to explain at one point or another, but omega's are hard. And Kyungsoo isn't having any of this wicked way of life anymore, and that's a crack in the side of their ship that Kris has seen leaking for a while now. He's got an underworld to eventually become king of. It makes him grow up so fast and mature him at only eighteen years old. But this was never Kyungsoo's life... and apparently death isn't sexy...?Kyungsoo is still pushing and shoving him away. There are tears that Kris wishes he wouldn't see. Ultimately he feels bad, so he goes easy.And in the end, Kris doesn't push back or use his strength because he knows that fear isn't negotiable. He's rendered useless in this moment because he feels like he's anticipated this for far too long, swallowing a lump in his throat as he ends up outside of U-phoric, standing there with a ring in his hand and a question on his mind as Kyungsoo leaves him. Are we broken up?This wasn't how he'd wanted his omega to feel towards him in a realm he'd promised to protect the smaller from. Kris sighs, staring at the ring.The bouncer at the door claps a hand on Kris' shoulder and gives him a bemused sort of look. "Tch. Omegas, am I right?"

Not much can be said about Lee Taemin--other than that he's a fucking pretentious music and movie snob who's also technically a victim to hipster-fashion on a lanky frame, so therefore that ultimately makes him trash, but then again who the fuck isn't these days?"I'm gonna need your share of the rent by the end of this week." He says to Jongin from the kitchen as the latter walks through the front door, Sehun sauntering in behind him; a tag-along of the disinterested kind. "Uh yeah about that." Jongin absentmindedly announces whilst bustling about the living-room, looking for perhaps something or nothing at all. Maybe loose change between the couch cushions. He already owes money so anything he can find is most likely not gonna go right into the palm of his roommates' hand.It'd been another week of evasion. Too much time has gone by unpaid to be forgiven. Jongin's in over his head.Taemin leans against the kitchen counter, one leg crossed in front of the other as he lights a cigarette, tight high-water pants paired with his leather Creeper shoes he wears even in the house. Jongin's sure he's saying something right now - elbows propped back on the counter yet his hands moving in pompous gestures as he speaks - but just as surely, he doesn't hear him.Betas don't matter.And it's interesting that Lee Taemin is a freshman in college this year, yet somehow his ostentatious air about him has always been present even in his early high-school days. Hipster mentality; a fuckin' disease spawned in mediocrity. He's a former best-friend who Jongin couldn't have grown any further apart from over the years, but a history over time essentially makes the two of them brothers - or at least cousins, or something like that or whatever - so it's everlasting. He also smokes the same type of cigarettes that Jongin prefers so it's a match made in frenemy heaven.Jongin snags a stray cigarette off the coffee table, sly when he spares a glance to check if Taemin's caught him in the act or not."Don't think I didn't notice that, bastard." Taemin casually lets out in an exhale of smoke, a leather choker currently around his neck because apparently everywhere has to be a fucking runway show. Although, maybe he'd just been out with his friends--or is about to be, Jongin doesn't know--they're all just as inclined by the 90's style resurgence, so it's toxic influence irregardless.Jongin lights his cigarette with Taemin's lighter which he also takes--but actually puts back this time, "Don't talk to me." he mutters as he heads toward his room, Sehun still behind him and offering an off-hand hello to the lanky beta in the kitchen.With his wavy blond hair somehow both short yet long enough to tuck behind an ear, Taemin blows out smoke into the air as he flips off the alpha that isn't even facing him, proceeding to say something about, "Word on the street is," he's rubbing the tip of his nose with his thumb-nail, "a guy named Ol' Killer is goin' around," He leans in the doorway of Jongin's disorganized room. "lookin' to cut you up into a billion little pieces.""Oh--" Jongin throws his hands up in the air, refraining from checking under his mattress and in his other pants' pockets for stray cash. "--fuck!""Dude, this is gettin' outta hand." Sehun comments, arms crossed, thinking face finally at more than fifty-percent. "Now shit is spreadin' to this end of town. Mother-fucker's gettin' closer."Taemin sucks in toxic fumes, eyebrows creased severely when he gravely asks through a breath of smoke, "The fuck did you do?"Jongin disregards him. "Yo, we seriously gotta come up with somethin' quick." He says to Sehun, lingering hopelessly in the center of his beer-can cluttered and laundry-askew room, irresolute in the silence, until he remembers, "Ayy--wait a minute." He looks up at Sehun. "Ain't your lil honey you've been messin' around with rich or somethin'?"Taemin redirects his gaze from Jongin to the other. "Who?"Instantly Sehun doesn't like where this is going. "Ohhh--no. No, don't you even start puttin' that sorta idea in your head, bruh. We ain't goin' that route.""Dude," Jongin is full of schemes and this only seems like the perfect opportunity for him. He loves deceit and anything potentially involving getting-rich-quick. "C'mon. We gotta.""Is someone gonna tell me what the fuck is the problem?"But Sehun doesn't see Luhan that way. "Ay-yo what's this we?" He wants to prove himself as loyal and true to the omega. "We didn't get ourselves into nothin'. That's all you, homie." Wants to be a better man and maybe break away from all of these tricks and degenerate ways of life for the sake of being the alpha that Luhan needs. After-all, the pampered omega of peroxide-blond hair is already betrothed to another alpha. But Sehun secretly wants Luhan to choose him instead. He could prove himself as a better choice, maybe. Perhaps.It's an endearing notion if anything, at the very least...And if they bicker - Jongin and Sehun about the ways in which capitalizing on what could actually be an even more hindering tactic than a helpful one, since Luhan's family is actually the fucking mob - it's not for long, because Taemin is the voice that interrupts when he says, "Seriously. What the hell happened?""Oh my god will you shut the fuck up!?" Jongin snaps the same time as Sehun reaches over and shoves Taemin out of the room, shutting the door in his face. "Jesus. Betas, man--I'm tellin' ya."Jongin huffs, laying back on his bed whilst flopping a pillow over his face. "Fuckin' annoying, all of em I swear." And Sehun easily agrees with that sentiment, nodding thoughtfully as he remembers to mention, "This is why they always get beat up on n' shit. Never know when to shut up.""Word."And welcoming silence, a moment goes by, Jongin eventually sitting up and letting the pillow fall off of his face, giving Sehun a mischevous look that is both inquiring yet devious at the same time.But Sehun knows this look well, "No." understanding the intent behind it like always. "We ain't takin' money from my omega." Sehun says curtly, turning to walk out of the room because he knows Taemin keeps his stash of weed in a jar on top of the refrigerator. Turns out the beta was on his way out in the end, so it's perfect.And Jongin just groans at first, flopping back down onto his mattress with his pillow back over his face, that he may or may not actually wish was Kyungsoo's sweet and supple ass.Sehun may momentarily deter him--"There ain't no way they would ever just give you money, anyway." --but Jongin has always been known to be a dastardly maestro of the grind and in the hustle, so he smirks from where he lays.That's what you think.

"Wait a minute," Baekhyun's eye-liner traced gaze - that's most likely supported by an idol-quality kind of lifestyle - redirects from up at Chanyeol, to straight forward at the pouty-lipped omega standing across from him. "you're Kyungsoo? As in, Do Kyungsoo; as in the bitch that ruined our relationship?"The crowd in the stands is still a commotion confined to the noisy metal bleachers that are like thunder overhead when everyone is stomping their feet and shouting about what isn't entirely intelligible. He's waiting for the lightning strike.The rest of the football players - all giant alphas just like Chanyeol, from both teams - are still standing around idly, confused and watching the drama unfold right there on the football field underneath the bright lights and scrutinizing gazes from the talent scouts waiting in the wings.Baekhyun's anger is still evident in his eyes. Chanyeol's world is still crumbling right there on the playing-field, bruises all over his face and lip still split and swollen from being mistaken for Jongin.Kyungsoo realizes what Baekhyun is coming to understand in an instant, the fire in his eyes making it all the more clear.Lightning."Oh---shit." Kyungsoo mutters as Baekhyun lunges forward and slaps the shit out of him, shouting, "You fucking no-good whore!"The crowd goes wild in the stands at the scene. "Omega-fight!" Absolutely loving it. A few alphas on the team hoot and holler, amused. "Daaaaymn!" Some of them even a bit turned on as Baekhyun and Kyungsoo end up rolling around on the grassy field, shrieking and cursing and pulling at each other's hair and ripping clothes. "Yeah! Take each other's clothes off!""You fucking slut!" Baekhyun shrieks as he ends up on top of the other omega with a fist-full of his jet-black hair, Kyungsoo flailing beneath him and blindly hitting back with equally as incompetent fists. "F-Fuck you! Get off of me y-you fucking bitch!"It's a sordid display of limbs entangled on the grass for everyone to see and enjoy, debatably degrading. Chanyeol feels himself internally cringe at the eyes that bore into him; the numerous scouts as well as a few others on the side-lines looking to him because ultimately this is all because of him. This is all his doing; two omegas essentially fighting over him."L-Let go of my h-hair!" Kyungsoo shouts as they end up rolling and switching positions. "you dumb cunt!"Baekhyun doesn't let go. "Trashy slut!" The collar of his shirt is torn and more skin is shone. All the alphas are encouraging with their cheering.But Chanyeol can't stand the gazes, can't stand the bright lights, isn't ready to accept the humiliation that comes with having his potential future shake his head at him and walk away with clip-boards and scribbling down of something that is most likely unfavorable on paper.He turns and quickly walks away off the field helmet in hand. Dreams die. He'll never become a professional athlete now.It's all over.

Stepping off the school grounds, exiting through the gates in which he'd originally entered--as well as been pressed up against by said male across the street--Kyungsoo sees him, just an alpha leaning on a bike rack with a cigarette loosely dangling from his lips.Kyungsoo stands still on the other side of the street across from him, willing back a smirk. Temptation is the nicking inside his head.Ilhoon is following Kyungsoo's gaze and like a detective piecing together clues laid out in lust, he easily understands and says with a shrug, "You could honestly do so much better." sparing one glance at Jongin and seeing just some delinquent with a healing black-eye standing across the way. Nothing special.But Kyungsoo doesn't really hear him, doesn't really care. Admittedly he's enticed--and that's just about all it takes. Kyungsoo's never really known much about restraint, but he seems nice, apparently, from what he's heard.Ilhoon casually saunters away with Karam and Hansol at his sides, the fluffiest and purest one of them all waving over his shoulder and bidding Kyungsoo a farewell. "Remember; he doesn't own you now, kay?" Uh-huh, yeah, sure, okay. Not really hearing him.Moisture lingers in the air. The chill seeps through Kyungsoo's clothes and realistically he shivers, but not really entirely sure from what exactly. Jongin's gaze is warm and cocky, and that's the best kind of annoying. It makes Kyungsoo walk across the street, getting honked at by a car that screeches to a halt because like always he forgot to use the damn cross-walk. Kyungsoo flips the driver off without looking."Do I get an explanation as to what the fuck you think you're doin' here." The omega less than asks, but more than simply states. His coat isn't enough to keep him warm. The fur lining the rim of his hood whisks in the breeze. It might snow today the weather man said."What're you doin' tonight?" Jongin asks instead of answering the question.Kyungsoo sniffles, coyly shifting in his position. "I got work at my afternoon job." He says. "And shouldn't you have been at school too or somethin'?" The omega wonders, thinking that the only way Jongin could be here now is if he skipped or didn't attend his last periods of the day."Nah, baby." Jongin purrs, "I dropped out like a year or two ago." He pushes off the bike rack, pulling up his sagging slim-fit jeans by the belt-buckle, cigarette now taken between his two fingers instead. He smirks. "You gonna tell me that I shouldn't smoke now too?""Tch," Kyungsoo rolls his eyes but feels his facial muscles permit a smile. "fuck you." Jongin takes a cigarette out of his pocket and offers it over with a manly sniff in the cold. "Wish you would." Kyungsoo takes it straight into his mouth without much thought even though he hasn't smoked in about a week. He's tiny in comparison to the alpha in front of him, but Jongin likes it that way. He's always prefered the most petite omegas. "You got a light?" Kyungsoo asks, muttering past the cigarette between his lips.Jongin doesn't say anything when he reaches out and slinks an arm around the omega's waist, easily pulling him in possessively until the tip of his dwindling cigarette is touching the end of Kyungsoo's un-lit one.Just two points meeting. Kyungsoo on his toes.Jongin's arching down, meeting Kyungsoo's small stature half-way, eyes hooded and yet nonchalant until the flames catch and Kyungsoo is sucking in the toxic fumes, inhaling and then exhaling, small hands placed against Jongin's chest to steady himself and eyes staring up at the taller's.Cigarette kisses is a marriage of romance and retched habits.Through lips that hold nicotine, "I gotta go to work." Kyungsoo mutters past the cigarette and the potential moment.Between here and there - what is boldly sure and what is hidden in flirtation - this is where they reside; in silence on the side-walk, gazes meeting in the dead of winter where snow begins to fall and yet somehow the moment is warm. What it means is a mystery, which in itself might mean that this isn't all mutual--this pause. "Lemme walk you." Jongin says, taking Kyungsoo's hand without waiting for an answer.Feelings are weird. Especially when you don't like feeling them for flings.Kyungsoo doesn't really attempt to protest, so he just lets the tall alpha begin walking as he follows, even though it is he that actually knows where the fuck their supposed to be going. His shift at the store starts in an hour.The sky is gray. It's too cold today. But this just might all be perfect. Who knows what that even means, either.And being a cashier at a large grocery store in the conservative part of town, where a mall and movie theater are just across the street and a play-ground is practically nextdoor, Jongin is a little taken aback when Kyungsoo says that they're here. "This is it." He lets go of the smaller's soft hand, watching the omega walk away into the breakroom beyond a door, before returning in a blue vest and button-up shirt.It's the cutest sight Jongin thinks he's seen in a while--and he'd recently watched an episode of Pororo because he'd been high and so therefore he's easily amused. But this--this!"Oh my god." Jongin breathes, eyes raking up and down and strangely liking what he sees."Shut your goddamn mouth." Kyungsoo is adorable in uniform, he's even sporting glasses Jongin didn't know he needed. It's so pure."No, no," Jongin corrects, "I'm really feelin' this look." He places hands on Kyungsoo's hips and steps in close. "Such an innocent image." His eyebrow quirks, smirk growing. "I might wanna corrupt you."A family walks by, parents pushing a full shopping cart and children skipping along. Beeps from items scanning across the checkstand fill the front-end."Yeah well, It might already be a lil late for that," Kyungsoo states simply, "I'm already the low-key trashy omega workin' here at this well-respected grocery store on the weekdays.""Oh how ever did you infiltrate?" He teases, hands still possessive on the omega.And just then the manager in a bow-tie calls over, "Kyungsoo, you're late." to which the omega rolls his eyes and pulls away from the alpha in-front of him, saying with a flirtatious wink, "I did it by stayin' away from alphas like you.""Ohh wow, a'ight, I see how it is." Jongin laughs, watching Kyungsoo walk away whilst discreetly flipping him off, reporting to his post behind the checkstand.And it's like another facet of the same idea, just another side of Kyungsoo; not so rough around the edges and tainted by the less than glamorous lifestyle in the dingier parts of town. Jongin insists that he'll wait--stay until Kyungsoo is off so that he can walk him home and make sure he gets there safely, even though the omega finds a few moments of down-time to hiss at Jongin--saying that he really doesn't have to. "No, seriously. Go home."But admittedly Jongin doesn't mind, isn't really bothered by the idea of strolling around the store, pocketing only a few things but buying mostly the rest - a soda, candy, magazine counting down the hottest celebrity omegas of the year - going through Kyungsoo's line and saying to him in passing, "What are the chances of you blowin' me again on your break-time by the way?""Very slim." Kyungsoo grunts, deadpan, tossing Jongin's shit to the side not so softly once it beeps. It earns a chuckle.But irregardless of the jokes and the jabs and what sort of naughty fantasy Jongin likes to conjure up for the omega in front of him, it's all just a fleeting image of a notion conceived in his groin.Because realistically - within the few hours of Kyungsoo's shift, since he can only work a certain amount of hours because he is still in high-school so therefore his work amount is restricted, not that U-Phoric needs to know that - all of the normalcy makes Jongin see someone different. Someone that isn't beneath the sheets sucking him off, someone that isn't cursing or swearing or making out with him in public.Instead Jongin sees the omega that doesn't belong here--that comes from the shitty part of town and lives in a shitty home with too many siblings, but is trying to make money and look after those said younger siblings that need him all the while.He's not classy, or kind, or even a little bit sophisticated. If anything all he's got going for him is that he's boyishly gorgeous. He's struggling--and just barely getting by, while also only merely floating on what are debatable decent grades. He's nothing special by any means and yet for Jongin, that all just might be enough. "Look," Kyungsoo says, once it starts to slow down at the store and it's finally dark outside. "I really don't need you to wait around for me, Jongin."He's dusting off an apple before taking a bite. "I'll do what I want." He hasn't paid for it, probably won't."It's just gonna be a waste of your time ya know.""Omega, how 'bout I tell you what's gonna be a waste of my time, and what ain't. Ya hear me?""Oh my go--" Kyungsoo spares a glance over his shoulder, keeping an eye out for his boss. "I'm gonna fuckin' strangle you I fuckin' swear. You piece of shit once I'm outta here I'ma stab you in the--Hello there, did you find everything okay?" He says changing back into his happy tone the moment a customer approaches him.Jongin snickers to himself, and for a moment, he isn't thinking about the money that he owes or what just might happen if Ol' Killer finds him.But the scene changes and suddenly Kyungsoo's shift is over with an anti-climactic, "My boyfriend's here." Small omega walking up to him with a bemused sort of look in his eyes and cellphone held up as proof laid out in little black text that reads, I'm outside. "See," Kyungsoo sighs, "told ya that you'd just be wastin' your time."Jongin's suave demeanor wavers only for a second when he shifts in his spot, one hand in his pocket and eyebrows furrowed and jaw set firm as he contemplates all the things he'd like to say. Fuck you, may be one of them. Perhaps, he better not leave you alone by yourself on a subway platform again then, could be another.But instead of initial thoughts weirdly enough he resorts to leaning down quickly and kissing Kyungsoo on the cheek, treating him gently. "Ay--what's your boyfriend's name?" Jongin asks seemingly out of the blue, curious, with a hand discreetly placed on the omega's hip and thumb rubbing circles there softly."Pfft, I ain't tellin' you." Kyungsoo replies, commencing to linger just out of Jongin's reach like a dance of coy smirks and smiles. Jongin sees batting lashes so he knows this is still a game that they shamelessly play.He extends his arm out and proceeds to pull the smaller back into him. "Why? afraid I'm gonna challenge him if I know who he is? Cuz I will." Jongin's flashing teeth and cocky dimples. It's a hunting tactic like it always is. He's got Kyungsoo with an arm around his waist."No," Kyungsoo struggles, rolling his eyes but smiling. "you just don't needa know his name is all. He ain't someone you wanna know--or should know."Jongin is engulfing the smaller into his arms, hugging and holding him tight as he looms over him, "I ain't afraid of him." Jongin says as if he has to--to let the omega know; display asserting dominance as if it isn't already suffocatingly clear.Kyungsoo giggles as Jongin unabashedly begins leaving kisses on his neck and whispering naughty breathes where it tickles. "You are way too over-confident." The smaller chuckles, as he manages to pull away from Jongin's dominating grasp, the space between them increasing only slowly as Kyungsoo steps away because like gravity they're falling, and like falling--it can hit hard. Reality is a harsh reminder in the form of a cold gust of air sweeping through the electric double-doors once they slide open, sending a chill up Kyungsoo's spine and leaving him remembering that Kris is still waiting for him outside. His phone buzzes in his hand again but he doesn't really need to check it to know that Kris is wondering what's taking him.And backwards--he walks away, flipping Jongin off while telling him, "Go home, fuckface." The playful expressions adorned are ones that they share--mirrored in smirks and far too mischievous to let the laws of physics hold them down. Jongin gives Kyungsoo the middle-finger in return. "Ay--tell your boyfriend I was balls deep down your throat this morning." He calls over in devious glee, reveling in the omega's annoyed glare.Their fondness is obscure.And they don't really say goodbye but they don't really have to. Admittedly, what they are isn't anything official or formal or clarified, so it's lucidly nonconventional. They aren't really anything to each other so when the wind whisks through Kyungsoo's hair and has his nose turning pink as he looks for Kris out in the parking lot, he's confused but the feeling isn't heavy. Jongin is just a proximity infatuation. An impulse decision, his weakness in winter. A dare--because it's risky."Soo." Kris calls, getting the omega's attention. He's standing by his sleek and shiny car, black in the night but visible with snowflakes covering the glossy surface as if they're stars in space. "Hey, baby. How was your day?" He asks the smaller, opening his arms to embrace him gently while leaning down to kiss Kyungsoo who is extending up to meet him halfway."I'm still mad at you ya know. Don't think I fuckin' forgot." Kyungsoo squints a scrutinizing gaze up at the alpha. "You left me on a fuckin' subway platform you dick.""I-I know, baby. I-I'm sorry!" Kris isn't the type to get flustered - at least not by or in front of other alphas - but when it comes to his omega--Kyungsoo is a threat he doesn't often try and rival. "Look, l-let me make it up to you, okay?" Earnestly he opens the passenger door for Kyungsoo, ushering him in so he can take him home like he usually does after his weekday shifts.But bitterness is a cousin to stubbornness, so Kyungsoo opts for the silent treatment when they're both in the car--which only lasts a mere six minutes of expensive wheels humming smooth on pavement, before Kyungsoo can't fake it anymore and is letting his anger over being left at a subway station platform last night, dissipate like cigarette smoke in cold air.Maybe he can't hang onto his anger because his mind hasn't been on it lately. Perhaps a degenerate alpha of the bruised and unruly kind has distracted him from caring."I got this for you." Kris is saying once they've reached the omega's run-down home in the chain-link neighborhood and cracked concrete vicinage, large hand held out and holding a small silver ring with cursive lettering engraved on the inside. "It's a promise ring. A couple ring." He clarifies, showing his own, hovering over Kyungsoo who's back is to the side of Kris' car because he often prefers to open the door for him."It says, my one true love."There's the shrill ruckus of an alley-cat shrieking through shattering bottles and knocked over garbage cans in the distance, dogs barking on chains in backyards and neighbors hollering at each other from bedroom windows down the way. It's not romantic, but amidst the vile all Kyungsoo can say is, "W-Wow. Kris--i-it's beautiful..."These sorts of sentimental acts are always what sway the omega into falling. His heart swoons easily whenever Kris shows him that he cares."Here," The golden-blond alpha typically perceived as intimidating but tender toward his omega says, taking Kyungsoo's hand gently. "try it on." The stars don't show behind the grey clouds. Puddles are results of snow left to die in ditches in the pavement, but Kyungsoo is melting irregardless in the arms of his boyfriend, rendered speechless in his warmth because the ring slides on perfectly. Snug--like it's meant-to-be.Trash cans bang in the alleyways, and Kyungsoo has half a mind to peer over Kris' shoulder just to make sure his younger siblings aren't peeping out the windows to witness his elusive boyfriend he'd never previously introduced. Because like the deal they'd made back in the beginning - danger being an occupational hazard that follows Kris like a shadow--wherever he goes - Kyungsoo doesn't want to taint his family or friends with guiltiness by association. Kris hadn't opposed to the idea. Deniability had always been a gift granted to the ones Kyungsoo knows by only referring to Kris as his boyfriend and never by name."I love it." Kyungsoo says, examining the ring on his finger.And then Kris is cupping the side of his face, leaning down for a kiss that defies winter and causes roses to bloom in the omega's stomach.Spring tingles on Kyungsoo's skin, summer a pleasant burn that commences on his lips. Kris holds him so securely that all year round he's lost in the fall. With Kris gravity doesn't even exist.But something catches the alpha's eye. "What's that?" He asks, pulling back, extending his other hand up from Kyungsoo's hip and hooking a finger on the neckline of his sweater.A purplish hickey from Kyungsoo's carelessness in the auditorium with Chanyeol shows glaringly in the moonlight, to which the omega shoots a hand up quickly and covers it, hissing under his breath shit. "Who's the fucker that did that, huh?" Kris asks, suddenly a thousand times taller in the cold night. His face promises no sorts of leniency when he glares so sternly. His possessiveness will cut down anyone who comes even remotely near what's his. "It was some alpha at your school wasn't it? Tell me who he is--what's this guy's name?"Kyungsoo gulps down the moment, hardly sure why he mutters a hurried, "J-Jongin." brushing by the tall alpha in front of him to lose him at the front door.But Kris catches his arm with more inquiring questions that are standard alpha-male dominance in the form of demanding descriptions of the fucker he's going to hunt down and demolish. "H-He's j-just some guy at school, o-okay? He doesn't mean nothin'." Kyungsoo struggles, still in Kris' strong grip.It's a lie to save Chanyeol from death. Because Jongin doesn't even go to his high-school. Kris will never find him there even if he tries. Win-win."I'm gonna kill him."Admittedly, Kyungsoo swallows something thick in his throat when he breaks away and barges through the front door that he mostly has to wedge open just to get through. But if it's severe concern that lingers, then Kyungsoo doesn't heed it, because Chanyeol is anonymous and Jongin doesn't even exist on an attendance list. This might all just blow over, Kyungsoo thinks.And maybe that's naive thinking.

H-Hello,Growing up in the suburbs should have it's advantages. A lot of pre-conceived notions about white-picket-fence neighborhoods are essentially all true; decent people, reasonable homes, a friendly competition between lovely looking gardens in the front-yards of families that smile and wave at neighbors who stroll by with their pets, it's ideal. The grass should be greener here.m-my name is Byun Baekhyun."I want to become a singer when I grow up!" Is what the petite omega of bouncy brown locks and innocent appeal used to announce at family gatherings in front of his aunts and uncles and relatives, who would all coo down at him and reassure his dreams by pinching his cheeks and telling him that, of course he will; he can do anything he sets his little mind to."Follow your dreams, Baekhyun. Because they really can come true."At school he used to sit at his desk with his gaze out the window and his head in the clouds, day-dreaming about one day being an omega who could really, actually be somebody.During recess young alphas run up to him and give him daisies plucked from the ground by the forbidden fence because at the time, it used to be considered brave just to even go near it, since a raccoon was supposedly seen there once by someone who'd claimed it to have actually happened even though the adults reassure otherwise.Irregardless, what matters is that even at a young age, alphas try and impress him.Baekhyun thinks that this is what it must be like to be a star; having others want to give and do things for him because they admire him. He's called things like pretty and beautiful by young alphas who tell him hurriedly in passing because most have a crush on him already.And when he sings--it's magic. Teachers tell him he has a bright future ahead. I am s-sixteen years old--Sometimes he sees commercials with idols that he recognizes on tv, selling things that he doesn't even really pay attention to but says he wants his parents to buy for him anyway.Occasionally he'll take the long way home from school--that's just an extra three blocks in the decent part of town--where a mall and a movie theater are close by, but most importantly, a record store that has posters and life-size cutout boards of alpha and omega idol groups in the windows that he ogles at in wonder on the sidewalk.He clutches the straps of his backpack and smiles wide at the motionless faces smiling back at him, because people often tell him he has a lovely singing voice and that becoming an idol just seems like an inevitable possibility for him.But in the suburbs where most things are perfect and most things are pure, Baekhyun's parents get a divorce.Most of the neighbors hear about it through whispers. Talked about over white picket fences, this is what they consider a scandal."To be an idol you have to be perfect ya know." A beta and a snot-nosed omega say to Baekhyun on the playground one day. "Yeeeah. I hear that you can't have any bad stuff about you or they won't want you."--and I-I am auditioning for SM Entertainment. Infidelity is what causes his family to fall apart. He's not sure what it all means at the time, but he remembers the dishes being thrown against the kitchen walls and clothes being tossed outside onto the lawn for all of the gossiping neighbors to see."Oh my gosh, did you hear about the Byun's?""I just can't believe what a mess they've turned into over there.""Oh, I know--and what of that poor child of theirs? Poor thing is going to become a casualty to a broken home. How terrible."Separation is inevitable. His parents end things. Baekhyun spends weekends away from home at an apartment closer to the city where it isn't as clean nor ideal. T-Today I will be singing for you a song.And growing up in conditions that are less than perfect only breathes exponential misfortune. Gossip in his neighborhood seeps into his school-life, unfavorable truths morph into detrimental rumors; it all spreads slowly but surely like fog in the night, a single black drop in his clear cup of water that taints his world in toxic expansion.They say a lot about Baekhyun that may one day be true.

In retrospect - when shit goes south in an instant and the expensive omega is screaming in fear on his king-size bed - Jongin realizes that... maybe climbing up the ladder and through the window unannounced and never introduced, was a bad idea. He looks like an intruder."Ahhhh!!! Oh my god!!!"Shit...Following Sehun all the way across town to finally see what he's been hiding from him this whole time, wasn't supposed to play out this way. The omega kept in secret wasn't supposed to be screaming in fear because of him. This isn't exactly how Jongin thought meeting the ethereally elusive omega would go. Whoops...Admittedly, he did try and say, Hi! How are you, as he climbed through the window, but that greeting sort of pales in comparison to the instant terror that the omega emits."H-Help--help!!!""Whoa-whoa-whoa! Hey, calm down!" Jongin is fretting, tall and helplessly terrifying because he is an unknown alpha breaking into an omega's room; nothing about this isn't exactly discourteous or sudden. This... might have been a severe misstep."S-Sehun!!!" Luhan is shrieking, grabbing the sheets and hugging them tight. "Oh my god!!! S-Sehun--Sehun come help!!!""No no no no--" Jongin has his hands out, attempting to shush the omega from causing a scene, even though pillows are now being thrown at him in a furry of fear and feeble desperate measures."G-Get out!!!""h-hey--no, calm down. I-It's okay. I'm Sehun's frien--""Huh--what is it?! What's happening!? Luhan are you okay!?" Sehun comes running out of the bathroom connected to the room, hair still dripping wet with traces of shampoo in it, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. "Jongin???" And with a quizzical yet incredulous sort of look, Sehun lowers his balled-up fists at the ready and slackens his stance. "Dude... what the fuck."Luhan's trembling on the bed, blankets and pillows everywhere. He's beautiful even as a tear-stained mess, large sweater baggy on his thin frame and legs long and prepossessing in those mini-shorts that barely show past the hem of the sweater he's wearing. For a split second Jongin can't help but internally give Sehun props for bagging himself a little hottie like Luhan."The fuck are you doing here!?" Sehun all but whispers in a hushed shout to keep the secrecy of their presence. Because admittedly, no alphas whatsoever are supposed to be even anywhere near Luhan's room. Sehun's done such a good job of sneaking around in the wolf's den unseen so far. If he ever gets caught, he's a dead man."Look, dude," Jongin raises his hands in surrender, apologetic. "I swear I didn't mean to scare your omega or nothin'." His hair is unruly, clothes a bit tattered and grungy amidst expensive living. Luhan's room is lavish and gigantic, filled with white and gold and the lightest shade of pink accents. Jongin is nothing but a smudge in paradise. "But I came because--look, we really need the money, Sehun.""Oh my fuckin'--dude, what the fuck!?" Sehun throws his arms up in disbelief, a hand covering his face because Jongin is goddamn crazy sometimes he swears. "Are you fuckin' serious right now, bro?" He thought they'd been over this already. "I fuckin' told you already that we ain't gettin' my  fuckin' omega involved in our--no, i'm sorry--your drama!"It's a long-shot aimed with both eyes closed in the dark while spinning out of control, but Jongin's somewhat already braced himself for backlash.Being a regularly ludicrous individual who specializes in douche-bag absurdity, Jongin's been known to stoop to some pretty shameful levels and selfish tactics, but to Sehun, this rivals with the best of them; even the time they convinced the judge in court that the former had mild mental retardation so that, that way he wouldn't serve some time in Juvy.Essentially it worked. Jongin may have over-the-top stared off into space while crossing his eyes and drooling out of the corner of his mouth, pointing at random objects and awwing out-loud, but at least he hadn't spent some time locked up with the other degenerate minors in Juvenile Hall.Sehun had shook his head at the elaborate lie while being taken away in hand-cuffs, but in some sort of brotherly and proud way, also commended the lengths and antics that they'd gone to just to cheat the system.A few months go by in less than bitterness. Sehun hadn't really held hard feelings toward Jongin for being the one to get off essentially scot-free, because admittedly, Sehun had been trying to be a better man after getting caught; seeing the light, the error of his ways. Right his wrongs. Take responsibility--own up to it somehow.Morals had been the angel on his right shoulder that'd spoken to him the loudest for once. Sehun faces justice with his chin up and hands cuffed behind his back.But Jongin is a little bit harder of a wild animal to tame. He's never been one who goes down without a fight, no matter how far into the wrong he may be. Nothing ever catches him, not even justice or morals or the fleeting moments of regret that may ensue.And this is where it leaves them; Luhan in shock, Sehun in frustration, and Jongin standing there sheepish in reasons and maybe--just maybe--realizing that crossing boundaries isn't always okay. Especially when it pertains to his best friend and said best friend's omega.A look festers in Jongin's eyes for a moment.Maybe he's learning; feeling a tad, slight, tiny bit of remorse. Or something."Look..." Said degenerate alpha in dingy attire runs a hand through his unruly hair, thinking for a moment, contemplating. "I heard what you said n' stuff--" Maybe Jongin's considering guilt, pondering an apology of sorts. "--but bruh if we don't get Ol' Killer that money within the next day or two we're fuckin' dead, okay?" Or maybe he's not..."Yo..." Sehun breathes slow, "listen," This means more aggravating suffering for Sehun who pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing, "I know that you didn't finish high-school or nothin'--""Wait, did he say Ol' Killer?" Luhan pipes in hugging a pillow."--but I swear to god, Jongin. You are one goddamn stupid mother-fucker sometimes, you know that? I mean, if you really think--"Jongin scrunches his face, hands on his hips offendedly. "Now why you gotta go callin' me names though?""Because!--"The sound of a gun being cocked interrupts the dispute."Because you have to be one seriously unintelligent piece of shit," Standing at the door with his gun aimed forward, is Luhan's father. "if you're gonna sneak around in my fucking house and fool around with my omega son." His face shows no kindness but his expression lacks much emotion--like he's mastered the art of facing conflicts head-on with a gun in his hand before."O-Oh shit..." Sehun mutters, decreasing in stature as he stumbles back toward Luhan for some sort of salvation he thinks he'll find. Jongin raises his hands with a held breath, "W-What t-the fuck," not making any sudden moves as he nervously shifts in his spot. "D-D--Daddy," Luhan begins, crawling off the bed as if ready to grovel and beg. "d-don't. P-Please don't s-shoot h-him. I-I--I can explain,""Oh, sweetie," Misleadingly nonchalant, "I know you can." Luhan's father shrugs and smiles a soft smile for the frantic omega now clinging to his arm. It's momentary, because instantly his expression then changes into something grim and dark "But I don't need one."And then a shot is fired--loud with a resounding bang that seemingly shakes the room.Like a spark, a flash, one second Sehun is standing there on Luhan's pure white carpet, and then the next there's a splatter of blood tainting the mahogany nightstand, crimson droplets scattered all over the lamp on the surface and the expensive sheets of the bed like a violent constellation laid out in dark red liquid.Luhan screams and Sehun goes falling to the ground with a cry.

They say that Baekhyun's begun cutting himself, maybe even developed an eating disorder because he's naturally petite and he's really going through a hard time right now--so what is the unlikeliness?It's essentially untrue.However, truthfully he does start smoking cigarettes behind the grocery store across from the mall after school, ones that he'd stolen from the cupboard in his kitchen because now he's actually tall enough to reach them and life is a little too tough right now to not feel the soothe of nicotine numbing his anxiety that the whispering words inflict.And word on the street--as well as also passed along in the form of notes across desks during class--is that Baekhyun's been raped by an alpha on his way home from school and liked it, because now he doesn't have both parents together and doesn't understand the concept of love.It's a bit far-fetched if he's honest.But contrary to the fabricated conjuring of vapid telling's in hallways, he actually, simply just lost his virginity to a high-schooler alpha from a different school all-together in a different district, during a rave he wasn't technically in the age-range to even be attending but went to anyway.The grass was once greener, but decisions can alter initial hues and sometimes these sorts of dilemmas aren't intentional.Baekhyun slowly learns that life is not fair. He handles the hand that he's dealt and nothing more; trying to play his cards right, but sometimes thinking that maybe it's best to just fold.But he's still talented--always has been, even from the beginning. Some things are still just destined--even in the darkness.He passes his first audition with flying colors and his fresh-faced beauty at sixteen is deceiving with a smile as he stands against a white wall, a camera pointed at him and professionally dressed SM officials asking in monotonous tones, "Okay, Baekhyun. Are there any dishonorable instances or qualities that we must know about?"Divorce. Drugs. Sex. Partying. Underage everything; all of the above.Baekhyun quirks his lips - cute and charming because he knows it's what they want - and hums, shrugging when he says, "Nope."They always grill the omega trainees more than they ever scrutinize the alpha ones. He learns that it has something to do with maintaining a pure and angelic, virginal image--lest the general public not find him appealing and thus, therefore profitable. He's meant to be sculpted into a product worth fantasizing about in a multitude of facets."You have a good family background, yes?" They ask.Baekhyun smiles with teeth, nodding his head happily, "Yes." Lie.And commencing his wobbly life as a high-school student who's family stays broken, and who is now burdened with his parents dating other people he less than approves of, Baekhyun meets a tall and handsome alpha named Park Chanyeol.He's somewhat a neighbor. Lives more like a good few houses down the way--moved in about a week ago before he first notices him. They don't go to the same school. But Chanyeol makes sure to make his presence known when he goes for afternoon jogs - shirtless and in basketball shorts, headphones in his ears and sweat glistening on his body - it's a display of tingling temptation from down the block. They make eye-contact over what used to be a white picket fence but is now a chipped and peeling display of negligence in suburbia.The serious-looking officials at SM headquarters ask him, "You still have your virginity, correct?" Because maintaining purity is essential for all potential omega idols.A-Ahh--y-yess, C-Chanyeol! Y-Yes! O-Ohh--h my g-god! It was inevitable that they'd fuck. Chanyeol was determined to fuck the shit out of Baekhyun the moment he'd seen him. O-Oh god--C-Chan-yeol, f-fuck me harder--yes! Apparently after a week of sexually tense stares in the neighborhood, the moment Chanyeol strolls up to the front yard of Baekhyun returning home from school asking if he can get a glass of water, all sweaty and shirtless and intentionally absurd, it leads to filthy fucking in the sheets. O-Oh-hh, j-just like that!He remembers standing there looking over his shoulder, key half in the door and considering the tall alpha behind him on the other side of the fence for a moment, before then shrugging and just simply saying, "Sure." He was never after the glass of water.Baekhyun looks into the camera ahead of him, eyes forming into crescents when he smiles, saying, "Yes," he's so charming. "I still have my virginity." Another blatant lie.The world keeps spinning and the universe that revolves around Baekhyun is still spiraling out of control - people at school give him looks from down the hall, groups exchanging whispers as he passes; which is all worse than blatant bullying him he thinks, because at least that way he knows for sure what is being said instead of what his imagination can conjure up. Even the teachers begin looking at him with different eyes; imploring disclosure, holding his gaze with sympathetic stares as they say to him after class so reassuringly that he can confide in them any sorts of troubles he may be having in his home-life. The counselors here are very good, Mrs. Paek urges softly from behind her desk at the front of the classroom. There's no shame in talking to someone, you know.It's words he's strangely not offended by--maybe because it's true, maybe because it really is evident and clear that Baekhyun is going down with a sinking ship. He hardly feels contempt, just holds his tongue and nods because in truth, he doesn't really know what else to say.Only one person seems to not look at him like he's something to pity or prey on."My parents are divorced, everyone around me has become sharks that smell blood in the water, and I think I am really unhappy in life right now." Baekhyun admits to Chanyeol in his backyard on the back-steps, the sun on it's way down but the weather still warm in Spring. He hands Chanyeol the cigarette they're sharing, exhaling smoke slowly into the air.As far as most alphas go, Chanyeol is easy to read; always clear with his intentions and never with preconceived notions lingering as glints in his eyes like the others do at school. He sucks in nicotine before holding it, and then letting go, passing the cigarette back to the omega.What they have is easy, because initially, all Chanyeol wanted from Baekhyun was sex.It's always a lucid attraction between them. Chanyeol likes to rest his hands on Baekhyun's hips in the kitchen when they sneak portions from the liquor stash, Baekhyun easily allowing himself to straddle Chanyeol's lap on the couch when they're making out in front of trashy reality television. And whenever Chanyeol wants to fuck, all he has to do is lightly tug at the hem of Baekhyun's shirt in stray moments and then they're completely naked and chasing carnal bliss.Baekhyun blows out another exhale of smoke into the sky, while Chanyeol leans over and wraps an arm around the smaller's waist, placing his chin on the omega's shoulder. "Wanna come to a house party with me tonight?"Not much sounds more fun these days, honestly. So Baekhyun shrugs, saying--telling Chanyeol casually, "Sure."And then it's more easily bad decisions committed in unison, at a party where beer bottles litter the carpeted floor of the already trashed house, noisy with music and ruckus, everything somewhat hard to see because the room is murky with smoke in the already sordid atmosphere.They both throw back shots in the kitchen where Baekhyun doesn't know a single person and is sitting on the counter while Chanyeol stands between his petite legs, large hands warm and invasive when they grin at each other and lean in close when they speak. The music blares and the shouting and cheering is mind-numbing but they don't really hear it."My folks are divorced too." Chanyeol says over the music, leaning in. His arms are planted on either side of the omega, caging him.Baekhyun takes a hit of the joint passed over to him before passing it back to the stranger to his left, making a face when he says, "Huh?"Chanyeol is looking him in the eyes, still standing there between his legs, arms still fortifying. "I only live with my alpha father, we don't really get along or nothin' though. Sometimes we fight, and these days I've become taller and stronger, so therefore more times than not he ends up on his ass and I got nose-blood on my fist. It ain't really much of a fairytale in my world neither."It's a moment of understanding. Common ground found in filth where the smoke doesn't let up and beer-pong is in session. Baekhyun gives Chanyeol a long and silent look, one that's reciprocated. It's nice. Not so bad. He leans in and kisses the alpha's nose, before pulling back.It's 2AM on a school night.Sitting on the couch in the living-room where most people are either dancing or fucking, Baekhyun says to Chanyeol over the music, "I wanna become a singer." The bass of the stereo is terrible. "Sounds silly, I know."Chanyeol sits back up, rubbing under his nose with his wrist to rid the white. Baekhyun hunches forward to do a bump of coke off the glass coffee table next, sniffling after resurfacing and barely hanging onto reality."I'm tryna be a pro-athlete." Chanyeol says, leaned back with his arms draped along the couch. "Football, ya know."Baekhyun nods, understanding. They're meeting in the middle again; common ground, similar hopes, far-fetched dreams, aiming in the dark. He leans forward to do another line, snorting quickly.At the SM building, the officials dressed in crisp clothing carrying clip-boards and cellphones, ask so seriously in their grilling, "No drugs, right?" They barely spare him a true glance, just eyes glued to the clip-board in hand, going down the page and checking off things that Baekhyun doesn't see. "You've never indulged into any addictive substances, correct?"Baekhyun shakes his head. "No." Charming. But lying still.And one day tomorrow is here and today is finally better, the grass is actually greener at the SM building where he stays in a dorm with four other omegas.Chanyeol - even though it's against the rules for the omegas now in the company to be engaging with alphas - he still works his way into Baekhyun's mind. Sharing long and compelling conversations over text message throughout the night where the omega may be grinning in his bed as they both talk about the naughty things they wanna do to each other in the moments."I think I really got a shot at doin' this football thing." The tall brunet alpha says when they've met up in a park, Baekhyun supposed to have been attending school like SM thinks he's doing."Wow." The smaller sits on the bench, clinging to Chanyeol's arm languidly, staring off into space. "We're both finally on our way to accomplishing our dreams. Kinda crazy, right?""Yeah, it's fuckin' wild." Chanyeol takes a swig from the alcohol concealed in a paper bag and then hands it over to Baekhyun.They had agreed at one point - between now and back then, before yesterday was what everything is today - that what they are is more than just friends who reap the benefits of sexual occurrences. Chanyeol gets possessive of the smaller in the presence other alphas, and Baekhyun admits to jealousy when Chanyeol mentions his other omega conquests.One day they'd agreed that they were more than just friends. Couldn't handle each other being less than lovers."Is it love?" Baekhyun asks in the silent excitement when Chanyeol is snuck into the SM building, both hushed in the dark and Chanyeol lifting Baekhyun up to have thin legs wrapped around him. They're coy smiles against each other's mouths when Chanyeol mutters, "I dunno. I'm tryna figure that out, myself."And when they're back in the dorm room, Baekhyun's omega roommates ogle at the sight of an alpha in the vicinity but this is essentially all planned out anyway.Baekhyun's made sure to come to terms with this gift he's about to give Chanyeol. Because like magnets brought too close; a room full of deprived omegas in the presence of a red-blooded alpha craving carnal release, it's a thing of orchestrated inevitablity that Chanyeol ends up fucking every single omega in the room at once.He deems it the best day of his life. He has the entire group of omegas screaming in bliss all night long, thrusting up into Baekhyun who rides him while another omega sits on his face and he laps at his leaking entrance while fingering the other omegas to open them up for him later.And whenever he watches Baekhyun makeout with his omega label-mates on purpose in front of him, he loses control and blows his load repeatedly all over the naughty display before him.Later on, Baekhyun rolls his eyes whilst standing against the wall of his school building, accusing Chanyeol, "You probably told all of your alpha buddies on the team about last night, didn't you?"Chanyeol chuckles, "How could I not? I fuckin' lived every alpha's fantasy ever."The SM officials however, are less than amused by what they discover left forgotten on the floor beneath the dining table as they do their inspections. Apparently Baekhyun doesn't have a single attentive roommate because the pregnancy pills he'd supplied are proof that something at some point must have happened."Who's does this belong to?" They ask, professionally dressed.No one owns up to it. So therefore nothing can really be proven. But threats are still evident in the severe implications that hover in the air above their heads when the SM officials say that not a single one of them will debut if they find anything else like this again.Virginity is a display of profitable purity. Unrealistic idealism. Baekhyun fears his dreams will fade before his eyes and that scares him.So he tells Chanyeol one day that they can't risk ruining the future that is the next tomorrow that they're waiting for today. Because yesterday was a gamble and Chanyeol is easily understanding because his coach has been saying for a while that lately he hasn't been focused enough, that it might mean hindering his performance and potential for being considered by scouts."So, you mean like, a break or somethin', right?"Baekhyun hugs himself mildly insecure, "Something like that. I guess." he hardly spares Chanyeol a glance up, opting to look out at the rain from under the cover they stand at in front of the grocery store they decided to meet up at.Chanyeol takes a moment to really think about this, looking down and then looking up to only look down again, like he's battling with alpha pride and possessiveness, and yet losing to the risk of losing the greener tomorrow that they've both been working so hard towards. Their futures could be on the line here.So they don't see each other for a while, just talk to one another through messages at odd intervals between hectic schedules and training and practices that leave them too busy to really even strive for more than just acquaintances now.It happens like that for a while.But urges are everlasting in the face of infatuation, so they make time at the middle and end of every month to book a room at a motel where they can fuck for a few hours before Baekhyun has to go back to SM after school is supposed to have ended.It's not really a relationship, but Baekhyun is still susceptible to jealousy, and when he picks up Chanyeol's vibrating cellphone off of the nightstand after they'd fucked and the latter is gone taking a piss, Baekhyun glares at the preview message on the screen sent from a contact under the name Do Kyungsoo.I'm glad we fucked in the theater's auditorium today. I've always wanted to try it there ;) you were an animal. I really needed to be dicked down nice n' rough, so thanks big guy.Something snaps like a twig, a little shard of glass shattering--because what they are isn't a full image anymore - shouldn't be so severe in notions - but yet this pit-fall feeling hurts. What was once black and white has now turned to gray; he doesn't know where they truly stand anymore in this moment.The television buzzes about a new omega idol group currently in the works under SM Entertainment. All rumors, just speculation.Suddenly Baekhyun can't stand being here.And Chanyeol exits the bathroom with merely just boxer-shorts on and scratching under his arm as he yawns, only to notice that he's been left completely alone and Baekhyun's clothes and backpack are gone.Three weeks go by.Tomorrow is his big game.Last week Chanyeol got the living shit beat out of him. This week more hell is coming for him in the form of two omegas with a bombshell sort of truth.

Something obscure lies in the simple notion of fine and exquisite furniture - expensive in whites and what shines in golds - tainted with the unsightly display of splattered blood like it's such an insignificant thing to debase.Jongin supposes that's what it must be like to be rich; money flows easy here in this world - Luhan crying on the white and crimson-splattered carpet next to a fallen Sehun - everything can be so easily replaced. It's nothing.For a moment the deeper thought makes Jongin gulp and hold his hands up in surrender even longer, muttering over toward a bored-looking crime boss, "H-Hey--look, I-I was never bangin' that o-omega, o-okay? I-I swear." It's all ruckus that makes Luhan's father shut his eyes slowly in annoyance, rolling his neck leisurely as if he hadn't just pulled a trigger to tarnish expensive decor.Sehun groans in severe pain, cursing out-loud as he holds his arm, "J-Jesus--fff-fuck-k!" blood claiming his entire right arm for itself like a lost battlefield resulting in only casualties. Luhan clings to him and tends to him and looks up at his father with streaming tears pouring from his eyes."D-Dadd-y, s-stop-p. W-Wait,"His father is slow in motions, languid in manner like he hardly cares about the chaos happening around him. Maybe he's seen it all before a thousand--million--billion--trillion times. Maybe he's been in the center of it once or twice, caused it all before once upon a time.He's bored misleadingly, but it's clear for both Jongin and blearily blinking Sehun to see, that Luhan's father still holds a subdued rage swirling just beneath the surface."We'll have to get you new sheets," The intimidating alpha comments off-handedly as if it's a thought he thinks out-loud, one hand in his pocket and the other at his side occupied by a gun. "and that carpet... tsk tsk tsk. Spoiled." He's looking at Luhan, but the intent is left ambiguous in the tense atmosphere.Blood contrasts terribly in Luhan's room that's aesthetically angelic. It's half-heaven that's now halfway to hell. Semi ruined by Jongin and Sehun and what this has all resulted in. Luhan's father sees the blame to inflict, it festers in his eyes so clearly in glimpses that he doesn't need to convey anything else in words."D-Don't k-kill him, d-daddy." Luhan pleads, button nose runny and cheeks wet with tears. "P-Please."Sehun looks up through blurry vision, the pain hindering him in more ways than one. He's never been shot before.Luhan's father begins walking forward, calm, slow, hand still in his pocket and gun still at his side.And the peroxide-blond omega begins to ball louder, falling frantic as he frets--crying, "P-Please! D-Daddy, don't!" Those dark and unwavering eyes that conceal much emotion only tell Luhan one thing; death is obligatory."W-Wait!" Luhan tries, putting himself between Sehun on the ground and his father standing high above them. "T-They k-know Ol' Killer!" It's a reach in the dark, a desperate attempt that spots just a glimmer. "T-The o-one we've b-been l-looking for! T-They can f-find him!"It's a heart-pounding moment of suffocating silence that has Jongin and Sehun holding their breath underwater for too long, waiting to drown in suspense and fear of what could possibly come next. They have no idea what this even means--are they free? What does them being in trouble with Ol' Killer have to do with Luhan and his family of criminal royalty.Luhan's father stands still, a single eye-brow raising.He hums,and then a moment goes by--one that feels way too long but is also over just as terrifyingly quick."Fuck this up," Luhan's father shifts his gaze from Sehun to Jongin, "and I kill you both."Wait--what? Huh?It's a statement made unclear, leaving Jongin still with his hands up and mind reeling from the vagueness of it all. Fuck what up? What do we have to do?Somehow a sense of dread seeps through Jongin's veins, leaving him cold in apprehension even though it's already made clear and established in Luhan's father's capability to convey-without-saying, that they have no choice.This could be worse than the trouble they'd gotten themselves into with Ol' Killer.A deal with the devil to get rid of a villain, is a trip deeper into the nightmare abyss that keeps on getting worse.Jongin gulps, raising a finger as he pipes in idiotically;"Uhmm, by the way, u-uh, s-sir. Sehun was the one fuckin' your omega son n' shit, not me, just so you know."