[M] No Immaculate Conception (1/1)

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Some thoughts come and go, but a lingerer in brewing self-doubt - ceasesly a victim to an onslaught of endless questions and poor reasons that have no logical answers nor causes - Kyungsoo is an omega conflicted by his very own presence in this place.He doesn't belong here, never been good with existing in expensive places that are of a higher society than what he's used to.Hey--hun. How about you go wait out in the hall for a quick second, okay? I'll make it quick. I promise.It's internal turmoil in the silent echo of the lavish halls, marble floors unwelcoming beneath him as he waits for Kris to be finished conferring with his tailored and armed followers, the mansion somehow a menacing character in and of itself this way--spacious and pristine, the radiance of the rich.Sure. No problem.It's quiet, amidst extortionate home decor. Kris' world makes him feel so small.A reminder of a slow realization hiding in plain sight. And a momentary chill runs up the omega's spine if he thinks about it long enough. Kyungsoo sighs as he waits near the gold-framed art-work on the walls, drapes rich in color and hanging in extravagance all the way down the long halls where not a speck of dirt seems to exist and everything is perfectly in order.His leisurely steps are quiet, cautious, fingertips tracing along mahogany surfaces and crystal vases holding exuberant bouquets of flowers.A voice suddenly speaks up through his reverie."You're probably like, omega number fourteen or something, ya know." A peroxide-blond omega says so suddenly from behind him, adorned in a silk tank-top and silk short-shorts, where a long sheer robe and long sheer pair of pajama pants act as the outer-layer over them.He's dainty and thin, beautiful with his hip cocked out and fabric of his pajamas evidently of high-end quality .Fuzzy white slippers cover his feet, cellphone in his hands as he sparingly shares a glance over the top of the glowing screen held in front of his face."Another notch in his belt, perhaps." The blond says, shrugging with judgmental eyes.Kyungsoo hadn't noticed the omega standing there a moment ago, leaning against an open doorway a few rooms down. "Uhh--" He cocks a brow, crossing his arms--more like wrapping them around himself in annoyed discomfort. "--come again?"Fluffy bleached locks sway as the omega hums, "Welllll," tilting his head to the side as he absentmindedly runs a knuckle down the wall beside him, as if feigning a thoughtful notion he's merely sharing out of consideration. "it's only a known fact that Kris fucks all of the omega house-keepers and maids around here, duh."House-keeper? Maid...? Oh you think I'm--? Oh fuck no.Being an omega from the lesser side of town, to Kyungsoo, most of the people he knows would agree that this very peroxide-blond omega in front of him is a blatant bitch and is most likely flirting with a slap in the face any moment now for even mentioning such underhanded shit like this.That sorta fuckery right there is what'll get you slapped, bitch."Uhh--hold up. I ain't the help, first've all." Kyungsoo mentions less than kindly, one eye-brow raised high at the omega across from him. "And second; Kris is my boyfriend."A moment passes, Luhan left to scrutinize closely."Hmm,"The two petite omegas stand opposite of each other in the lavish hall, small and silently sizing each other up, challenging in stances, Luhan still staring so steadily over his phone with an indecipherable look on his face, while Kyungsoo remains stubborn and unfazed by the spoiled daggers aimed his way."what an interesting... choice." Luhan finishes, slowly, snobbish in his ways as he looks Kyungsoo up and down.Kyungsoo instantly feels his insides burn, fingers twitching to wrap around this bitch's throat, or claw his eyes out. "And--who the hell are you by the way?" But he refrains from initial disposition - doesn't start an omega fight right here this very instant like he sometimes is known for doing when another omega tries him - remembering that he's surrounded by wealth here. This is Kris' home. Worlds apart from his lower-class living."I'm Luhan." The blond shrugs, cellphone in his hand as he picks at his nails disinterestedly. "I'm kind of a big deal. So - you know - you should be sure to respect me around here, mmkay hun?" A tight smile is given.Kyungsoo clenches his fists.I fucking hate this cunt.This is how they meet. No immaculate conception by any means, whatsoever.

"J-Jongin--" The tremble of fear is a sickening sensation that rises in Kyungsoo's throat, threatening to spill over and leave him heaving in the cold night where he sits feeble on the forest floor. "--w-what's h-happening?" Nausea brews. He's terrified to the point where his legs don't work, aren't responding to the deep-voiced orders of, "Get up." by the looming alphas around him.A lot is happening - leaves crunching beneath struggling alphas, muffled curses and shoes bracing against the dirt to defy moving forward - but easily the omega is lifted off the ground, helpless, weak in fear."K-Kyungsoo!" Jongin is a whirlwind in the ruckus; just another alpha putting up too much of a struggle against strong arms and devious death-grips--only because this wasn't part of the plan; not Kyungsoo, not this. The omega he's been ceaselessly thinking about was never supposed to be caught up in this trouble, or put in danger."I-It's gonna be okay! D-Don'tchu worry, toots! I-I promise." He says, frantically looking--searching, trying to see through the throng over his shoulder because everything is in mayhem.He only meets Kyungsoo's glimmering eyes for a second, like they're miles apart and the distance is terrifying. Jongin finds in that instant that he wants nothing more than to run to the omega and be by his side. The sight of falling tears on the smaller's face does something to him."I-It's all gonna be a-alright, soo!" Withering leaves fall diagonal from the sky, wind howling and sharp against the omega's skin as they all proceed to be ushered forward at the beckoning words of Kris' father, standing there so casually with one hand in his pants-pocket and the other hand leisurely holding a gun."Come on now, let's hurry it up fellas. Quickly." His voice is rich amidst all that is shambolic, deceivingly soothing in anarchy maybe. He doesn't look at anyone as he turns to start walking into the warehouse, thoughtfully announcing, "If there are a handful of things I hate--they are; disreputable alphas, business deals left unresolved, loaded guns, and the cold."His demeanor is ambiguously passive, suave even when he rolls his eyes and motions for everyone to hurry it up and move it along using his gun. "Let's try and shorten that list tonight, now--shall we? C'mon people,"Kyungsoo's tear-stained face shimmers in the moonlight. Maybe he's hiccuping--or gagging, probably on the verge of puking--he's been nauseous since Wednesday if he's to be honest.And as the impending doom seems imminent, zip-ties still tight on wrists, air nipping at his cheeks while forcefully being escorted into the warehouse where it's somehow darker until the eye adjusts, Kyungsoo isn't very sure just how much Jongin can really promise him right now. Will it really all be alright?A few lights hanging from above switch on, like spotlights on concrete where Kris' father stands front and center on a sinister stage indoors."You know, I do actually also hate the sight of a crying omega." The tall and imposing crime boss thoughtfully mentions upon spotting Kyungsoo, brought forward amidst the struggling alphas. "Here," he removes something from his back pocket, handing it over to a henchman. "can someone get this poor little angel a handkerchief? Dry his pretty little face for me?"  This sort of nightmare out in the middle of nowhere with guns in the hands of people who roam so freely about sin in the shadows, without any sort of retribution or condemnation in sight over the horizon of what used to be justice, Kyungsoo withers in the horror of it all. He never thought he'd end up kidnapped--witnessing first-hand what Kris' world can do, falling face-first into criminal underground activity.Kyungsoo flinches at the large hands roughly dabbing at his face with the expensive cloth drying his tears and runny nose.And Jongin's saying something, muffled or strained in the struggle to Kris' father that Kyungsoo doesn't quite hear--the omega wasn't part of the plan, l-let him go--through the hiccups and screaming thoughts of terror and incessant tears that still stream down his face from the fear."Awww, dear, sweet omega--" The tall and intimidating alpha in power motions for a few select individuals to be brought forward, Jongin and Sehun being two of those few, nightfall and concrete filling the gap between them and Kyungsoo to the rythm of the Winter chill. A moment passes, one where intense eyes linger on Kyungsoo for a short second before shifting to the alphas chosen, Kris' father saying in addition, "--I feel as though it is unsuitable and inappropriate, to have you witness what comes next."With large hands on wrists and biceps, Jongin and Sehun - along with Ol' Killer himself and his second-in-command goon - are all restrained by the dastardly expensive adorned henchmen who aggressively steer them past Kris' father standing in the light, headed straight for the steel stairs that lead up to an out of commission office with scuffed windows and dwindling bricks."Who's the moron that dragged this poor omega into this ordeal?" Kris' father asks aloud to the remaining group, Kyungsoo waiting with his wrists still tied and alphas on either side of him with hands on his shoulders to keep him from running.No one confesses to the awaiting accusation. Kris' father barely sighs, scratching the back of his neck with the tip of his gun."We do not specialize in the harming of omegas." He says pointedly in the echoing silence, as if a reminder.Another moment passes, where maybe he's thinking--in that indecipherable stare that glows beneath the flickering light--before he says so calmly, "Now you've seen too much, my dear." And then he walks away, following up the steps that Jongin and Sehun have been dragged away to where the office door is closed behind him yet the scuffed up glass shows hints of his silhouette.Kyungsoo's heart is racing, vile still thick and threatening in his throat. He's shaking, cracking--heart sinking.All of the other goons from Ol' Killer's gang are rendered useless in the tight grips, some even with large hands around their necks to severely restrain and deter from struggle.And all that the omega can do is wait, trembling but still, just staring up into the run-down office on the second level of the abandoned warehouse where the sounds echo and the silhouettes are barely made out. It's hard to see what's happening, what's being spoken of or about, but it doesn't seem good.It's dark and cold from Kyungsoo's position.Kris' father can be seen speaking calmly, Jongin and Sehun as well as Ol' Killer and his right-hand man just out of sight.It almost seems like nothings really happening, or going to. Until the first gunshots sound off with a sharp bang and Kyungsoo jumps in his spot, tears welling up in his eyes.F-Fuck...

Not too often Kris finds himself having the luxury of waking up in the middle of the afternoon, sun already halfway through the sky and the curtains emitting a different type of hue at this time in the day.There are two omegas laying on his bare chest, pillows laying askew everywhere on his gigantic bed and sheets left in disarray as a result of last night's sexual eruption.With a stretch he grabs his Rolex off the nightstand, rubbing an eye, both omegas still asleep on top of him. It's well past three o'clock. There are sure to be a bunch of text messages from Kyungsoo piled up on the front screen of his phone.With a groan he sits up, muttering a gruff, "Move." as he pushes the slumbering omegas off of him.They're just a few of the many maids and house-keepers that are at his disposal, thanks to his father's overly generous hiring of omegas to up-keep the mansion; cooking, dusting, washing clothes, pulling back giant curtains in the hallways at the first sign of morning light--they're servants in more ways than just completing house-hold tasks. Using them for sex is only something that Kris' father only ever admits being an underlining actuality when they're both getting coffee in the kitchen and Kris has claw marks down his back, his father smirking over the top of his newspaper. You make your way through the kitchen staff yet? Essentially it's all to help regulate Kris' aggression and undivided attention during the day. He replies with a shrug, I've already moved onto the laundry crew. Kitchen staff I fucked all in a single night.Kris' father had chuckled. Thatta boy. Taking a sip from his steaming cup.And clothes lay askew on the bedroom floor now. Kris checks his phone and sees that Kyungsoo has gotten out of school already--on his way as a matter of fact, should be here any minute now actually.Both of the omegas whimpering whilst clinging to the bed-sheets aggravate Kris for simply just existing as he pulls sweatpants on, a reminder of less than perfection and how they're simply just sex toys that become annoying the very moment they open their mouths to speak. Most omegas are such fickle things, in Kris' eyes. They aren't good for much else--other than what Kris' father has hired them for.And walking towards the door his tone is deep and impersonal, ordering so blatantly, "Hurry up. Get dressed, and then get out."His large hand grasps the handle, turning the latch. No hint of a smile, just demand.But as he pulls the door to his room open, official business on the mind and his father to report to, Kyungsoo is already standing there on the other side, hand raised as if he was just about to knock."So you're ignoring my text messages now huh?" The omega says, glaring, pouting. Cute and so, so tiny. His backpack is still snug on his back. "And," Kyungsoo raises a brow at the omegas scurrying out of the room. "now I see why; you've been busy.""They're nothing. You know that." Kris says, calm and sure, practically scowling at the omegas leaving down the hall. "Just some stupid omega sluts that my father likes to keep around for the alphas in the house. Maids and what not.""Most people don't brutally fuck their maids, ya know." "Yeah yeah," Kris runs a hand through his hair, flashing teeth in his smirk as a cocky tactic he uses to defuse the smaller. "but it's whatever, alright? Don't worry about it." And suave in his perpetual ways of being the prince of crime who never hears the word No, "Besides--" Kris moves languidly as he reaches forward for the omega. "you know you're the only one I really want."He's got sweatpants hanging low on his hips and red claw-marks still fresh on his toned back, Kyungsoo a growing blush staring up at him with a hint of a cracking smile, biting his lip.At first it's playful flirtation in the doorway of the alpha's bedroom, omega at the tips of his fingers and implications becoming progressively more obvious, and then it ends with Kris lifting Kyungsoo off the ground and thin legs wrapping around the taller's waist.The door closes behind them with a passive kick--nudge shut, their noses nicking in the midst of teasing kisses that barely happen in-between their game of teeth nipping at lips. Just a dare of the first move, where eventually it doesn't really matter because they end up with Kyungsoo's back hitting the mattress and Kris in power on top of him, legs still wrapped around his waist.And Kyungsoo realizes what goes on when he isn't always around. It's an understanding he's come to realize over time - partially with Luhan to thank, and partially with natural alpha-disposition to blame.Clothes are slipped off of limbs, shirt pulled overhead in Kris' gigantic bed where Kyungsoo fills barely even a portion of the surface because everything in Kris' room is huge since he's a giant alpha who demands immense space, among many things. It's a fact of life--something that becomes generally understood, the same way the notion of most - if not all - alphas being prone to fucking different omegas whenever they want.Kyungsoo learns that alphas live by a different set of rules. And Kris is no exception. So he also learns to not shrivel in jealousy, being flipped and turned over and tossed around in the very same bed that Kris has fucked many other omegas before and after him in. It's never passion with the other ones, Kyungsoo knows. It's just routine sex that alphas seem to need. That's it...Kyungsoo knows that he's special to Kris, he can tell. It's in the lingering gazes that hold indecipherable expressions--but thoughts still translating clear to him nonetheless; that he's something more, something worth the extra little nothings murmured in the nights spent dosing off in each other's arms beneath the moonlight.From the moment Kris had confessed his honest infatuations for Kyungsoo where the surroundings are skeevy but the romantic feelings are real, it'd been a sign. A symbol. U-Phoric isn't much of a place for love to blossom--in those sordid neon gleams and shadowy corners for slutty displays--but Kris had given Kyungsoo what he usually doesn't provide to many other omegas--let alone any; his softer side, his emotions. Deeper, honest thoughts.The alpha makes him laugh in the middle of a fancy restaurant, where rich red curtains hang between marble pillars, the divinely set tables occupied by the poise and proper who exhibit certain levels of mutually understood table-manners.Kyungsoo had let glimmers of insecurity flicker in his posture, tiny amidst high ceilings and sparkling chandeliers.It's rare that Kris feel the need to extend sentiments or compensate in ways that don't benefit him, but perhaps it'd meant something when the taller had made those silly faces across the table at the omega to lighten his mood, taking a piece of his salad appetizer and playfully tossing it at the smaller.Childish isn't in his menacing nature--most would never even conceive Kris to be capable of such behavior. But for Kyungsoo, Kris finds that he'll allow himself to do so much more than what he thought he'd ever be willing to do for an omega. Maybe it means something; a sign of sorts, a symbol for what this is--what they are or could possibly be.Because most times - Kris being a powerful force only moving forward, unrelenting and unmindful - he just takes and takes, uses and then tosses aside. As far as he'd known, omegas are just for sex and not much else. Sure he'd never go so far as to harm one, but he'd never really brought himself far enough to actually respect one. U-Phoric had been a business endeavor that hadn't exactly contradicted such a notion.Until Kyungsoo.They continue on--in surprising each other those first few days--weeks--months, allowing something to bloom and consume."You ever been to Cancun?" Kris had asked, an impulse inquisition meant to disarm, the dim lighting of U-Phoric concealing his and Kyungsoo's quick moment together in the corner. "C-Cancun?" Kyungsoo's brows had furrowed, short-shorts ever still part of his uniform aside from the additional angel wings on his back this time, because it's Valentine's Day weekend and the theme has to match the holiday.There's still so much to learn about Kris at this point, and another actuality about him, is that You ever been to Cancun? essentially means, you're coming with me to Cancun, no if and's or but's. It's a romantic trip. A vacation. "You and me." The tall alpha says in the dark, l.e.d lights glowing against his features. "A week in paradise. We're going."The angel wings on Kyungsoo's back aren't the most comfortable. "O-Oh." He adjusts the tray of alcohol on his palm. "Well damn, nevermind givin' an omega some time to think about it, shit."Kris had laughed, and Kyungsoo had rolled his eyes whilst rolling his shoulders to adjust the wings, but still smiled so amusedly to himself as he'd walked off to deliver his tray of alcoholic beverages.He knows that he means something special to Kris. No matter how many other insignificant omegas Kris fucks on the side.Kyungsoo's learned to live with warped a long time ago.

They're not properly introduced this way--amidst the snow-fall in the streets, the subway platform long since behind them as they'd managed to venture successfully across town, even though the weather is anything but pleasant and accommodating."So you're a drug dealer..."Both Jongin and Kyungsoo don't really know each other--this is only the second time they've crossed paths after all--but they're well on their way to changing that. This is them doing so ass-backwards in first impressions; makeout session coming before the name introductions.And with Jongin far too battered yet suave with his hands in his jacket pockets and Kyungsoo small in his giant old coat, but still prepossessing in the dead of winter, they're side-by-side degenerates shuffling through the snow avoiding deep puddles at sloshing street corners."Ay--" Jongin's cigarette sits between his lips, but he still doesn't have a lighter so if anything it's only there for looks, a distraction. "--just cuz I be sellin' weed every now and then to homies on the street and occasionally my dumbass roommate, don't mean I'm no bad guy or nothin'."It's far too late in the night--nearly morning. They dodge a car slowly turning the corner through the snow, getting honked at as the flakes fall and the head-lights blind. Jongin holds Kyungsoo's hand whenever his steps need to be careful or the curb is a jump away because of the growing puddles."That still means you're technically a fuckin' drug dealer ya know."Kyungsoo has lingering thoughts about the way his hand feels in the taller's larger one, how it's so warm, yet calloused and rough--but the feeling is somehow just right for right now. Jongin's an obvious no-good decision in Kyungsoo's reckless habits. He's a bad boy from the streets. Just some alpha he needs to be careful of, perhaps cautious around probably. But the flirtation is too tempting to not indulge in."Hopefully you don't ever get caught out there sellin' weed, just sayin'."Through the snowflakes falling, Jongin shrugs, a cocky smirk on his lips. "Hey, you know what--I'm just doin' me, toots." He's got a black eye from his fight at the Tenderizer House, split lip healing. Apparently that sort of fucked up state doesn't stop Kyungsoo from making out with him at street corners where they wait for cars to stop and the light to change.Somehow this feels like Spring if he doesn't pay attention to the frozen raindrops floating down from the sky.Jongin has his arm out for Kyungsoo to link with his own. "Gotta make that money, ya dig?" Together they are foot-prints leaving behind a trail in the snow, Jongin's large and in longer strides while Kyungsoo's are small and spaced closely together. "Where do you even get that sorta stuff from?" Kyungsoo asks, with no real tact to his words, just conversation to keep himself from thinking of shivering. "I know a guy." Jongin replies, pulling up his sagging slim-fit jeans by the belt. "Why, you tryna blaze up baby?" His words are a warm chuckle in the chill of Winter that Kyungsoo doesn't roll his eyes at, because somehow it makes him smile. "You're a fuckin' idiot." Kyungsoo's giggling. "And no, I was just wonderin', damn. Pot-head much?"Everything about them is playfulness on the brink of something. Jongin stops in his tracks, dimples showing as he flashes teeth in his smirk. "C'mere." He says, demanding as he grabs Kyungsoo's wrist to halt him.The omega raises a brow, looking back. "For what?""Gimme a kiss." Jongin states simply, just standing there in the snow with half a smirk, battered and bruised, but still so tall dark and handsome.He's the threat of Summer too early.Kyungsoo doesn't budge at first. "You must really think you're hot shit or somethin', huh?" He's giggling, almost smirking himself--yet on the verge of playing coy and resorting to flirtatious tactics. "You had your kiss already--earlier. Besides, I don't think you even fuckin' deserve one."The omega tries walking forward, knowing that one must always leave them wanting more. It's one of the first rules in the game."Omega, you better shut the fuck up and get on over here I said," Jongin's grip is strong, "c'mere ya little bitch," pulling Kyungsoo back with ease as he holds his smirk, arm ending up around the smaller's waist. "quit playin'."Kyungsoo's breath comes out white in a chuckle, "Hah," mingling with Jongin's as he stares up at him through the snow falling. "you're such a fuckin' prick ya know that?" He's merely kidding--not really offended by any means. Kyungsoo's used to douche-bag alphas and their douche-bag ways and rough tactics. It's part of what attracts him. "And you're beautiful as hell." Jongin replies, aggressive in strategy but gentle enough in execution.Kyungsoo really rolls his eyes at this. "Tch, I betcha say that to all the omegas.""In lesser forms of flattery, yeah maybe."He's holding the smaller so tight, so securely as he says his words with an unwavering gaze. Amusement lingers in his stare. And to Kyungsoo somehow that response says a whole lot--that maybe he really is just a little bit more than what the other ones are to Jongin right now.It's a bold statement in disguise. Kyungsoo momentarily admits that he's swayed, standing on his tip-toes to press his lips to the alpha who's captured him.Kyungsoo likes the way Jongin knows how to kiss him, arching down to press his lips--even though his bottom one is split and still slowly healing--against his own. A large hand is cupping his jaw, guiding the omega to deepen the kiss and change angles between suctions and quick inhales where tongues mingle in the merge.They're a block away from Kyungsoo's rundown house in the shitty part of town. All they've gotta do is make it a few more feet until they can makeout against the smaller's front door, out of the snowflakes that seem to suffocate them softly.It's all just easy infatuation for the night, merely just a fling in the snow and a means to keep warm; simple fun to partake in for now.Jongin smacks Kyungsoo's ass as they finally proceed forward, lingering thoughts of maybe fucking this omega tonight if he can, stirring in his mind as they go.And Kyungsoo's lingering thoughts, consist of thinking that Jongin won't really matter to him beyond this night.Snow melts. It's only Kris that has Kyungsoo lost in the Fall. He doesn't really have a crush on Jongin.He'll probably never end up seeing him again after this, and maybe that's just fine.

"You can take the omega to the car," Kris' father says calmly to the henchmen restraining Kyungsoo on either side, as he returns down the stairs, "go on. This is no place for an omega." His tone is lukewarm in interest, but Kyungsoo still feels a sense of anxiety as if something darker is always impending with his words."And take this too while you're at it. Ugh--" With a scrunch of his nose he passes off the hand-gun to one of his minions in Armani shades. "--you know I hate guns.""Yes, boss."Kyungsoo's mind is reeling with disbelief, staggering unsteadily in gruesome thoughts and what the mental images might bring if he thinks about them long enough; Jongin and those gunshots--four of them to be exact, one after the other. Enough to silence the entire warehouse in implications.All Kyungsoo can picture as he gets taken away so easily by strong arms dragging him off, are bullets searing through the stale air in a vicious execution of the alpha he's been emotionally compromised by.It's a collection of sharp, heart-stopping moments in an instant where everything echos. There'd been a spark, bang, flash. Silence.There are tears still slipping from the omega's eyes as he's placed in the backseat of a shiny black SUV, windows tinted the darkest of shades and seats beige in expensive leather. The headlights are on and a few henchmen stand idle outside of the warehouse, lowly talking with one another as if this is all just a casual break from a work meeting.There's deep breathing. Kyungsoo's gasping for breath, hyperventilating, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.He doesn't know where Kris' father is, what is to come of the rest of Ol' Killer's goons, or when more of the expensively dressed henchmen will come back for him, but Kyungsoo doesn't wait to find out.With shaky fingers and trembling limbs he struggles to throw the car door open, quickly escaping out of the other side of the SUV where henchmen aren't lingering around with cigarettes and casual conversation behind Armani shades and smoke.The wind is still howling, forest bushes and leaves crunching as he frantically runs away as fast as his petite legs will carry him."U-Uhhh... Boss," A single henchman mutters upon noticing Kyungsoo's escape out of the opposite side of the SUV too late, cigarette flicked to the ground apprehensively. "t-the omega. He's gone..."The collar of his high fabric-count shirt is blowing in the wind, hands in his expensive pant pockets as he strolls over into the shine of the headlights."That's alright." Kris' father says, "It's just an omega."There are bodies wrapped in black garbage bags and duct-tape being carried out of the warehouse over broad shoulders, disposal forthcoming in the routine of hacksaws on limbs and weights anchoring the left-over pieces to the bottom of the ocean. Sharks tend to do the rest from there if need be.The kingpin overlord dressed in wealth stands indifferent in the cold wind, looking off into the direction Kyungsoo has run away in."Hmm," Shrug, "he won't be of an issue." wind howling through the trees beneath the gleaming moon.And branches are sharp on the omegas skin as he stumbles through the forest, not stopping to catch his breath for even a moment, hardly heeding the sting of his lungs sucking in cold air inefficiently at what feels like lightning speed.Kyungsoo runs until he sees city lights in the distance, hands still wiping away messy tears that well-up in his eyes at the thought of losing Jongin so ruthlessly by the dark side of criminal activity--not that there was ever really a light side, except for Kris.He thinks of calling him, needing him, wanting him all of a sudden and yet, at the same time just as suddenly not wanting anything to do with him whatsoever all at once.The streets are cold and wet with remnants of rainfall in the afternoon, Kyungsoo for a moment even thinking of simply just calling the police.But he doesn't do that--he's not an idiot. Kris had told him once upon a time that his family is woven deep into law enforcement as well - just a conversation in the sheets, a mere topic of truth - that corrupt cops who are criminally underpaid are surprisingly easy to pay-off when the money is just right. That's how it works. If anything, Kyungsoo would be putting a target on his back for even attempting to mention Kris' father to the cops about this incident.So Kyungsoo keeps running, not even stopping at street-lights and street corners, U-Phoric the closest thing of familiarity in proximity.With tears still in his eyes he'll end up running straight through the front doors only to run into Kris who'd been on his way out, large hand reaching out to grab the omega's arm to confusedly stop him."Kyungsoo?" Kris asks, concern in his eyes. "What're you doing here? You don't work tonight."Furiously, the omega wiggles the ring off of his finger and hurls it at his alpha boyfriend.

The first thing that they do when they arrive to the hotel suite on the twelfth floor in Cancun - with bags of luggage already stationed in the living-room courtesy of the staff, Kyungsoo already a tiny being that'd ran around in wonder of the grand decor and lavish expanse of space to squeal over with hands on his cheeks and tourist excitement evident - is fuck.Even in tropical paradise the crave of carnal bliss can strike like lightening in a storm; they know no seasons or climate, just lust in their endless instance of Fall. Back home it's still cold in Winter.And one minute, the gleam of paradise is brilliantly radiant through the giant glass windows with Kyungsoo staring down at the rest of the hotel resort in sparkling wonder as Kris asks so suavely, you like it? Kyungsoo replying, Like it?--No, I love it! And then the next minute, clothes are left askew and Kyungsoo is bent over paradise with his face leaving breaths against the giant glass window, Kris licking and lapping at his leaking entrance like a man who'd been starved for one-hundred years and parched beyond belief."O-Oh my g-g--" Kyungsoo's toes are curling, legs trembling. "--K-Kris, o-oh g-god." The giant alpha is on his knees behind him with large hands spreading his plush cheeks, tongue leaving deep, long and wide licks across the smaller's weeping entrance. With each helpless whimper that he earns, Kris growls deep and guttural, his desire to dishevel and degrade growing exponentially by the second.It's like fuel to a fire, the omega's powerless cries of submission only fanning Kris' flames, urging him to dominate roughly and with aggressive hands.He doesn't often speak when he's in his primal state of a lust-filled haze, just unfaltering actions and deep growls. And Kyungsoo is his to fuck, leaking and bent over, shaking and ready to be pounded into with welcoming wet walls. Nostrils are flared, pupils dilated, the veins in Kris' hands and arms protruding prominently.This is the result of not regulating routine release. Kris hasn't fucked an omega in a while, so now pent up aggression has formed and his feral nature has heightened for his true desire, his true omega mate he's chosen to admire the most.With giant hands on a narrow waist, Kris stands behind the petite omega with fire in his eyes, cock already throbbing and pulsating on Kyungsoo's lower back, hot and heavy against the smaller's skin--it makes him shiver and quake with anticipation."I-I w-want it i-in." Kyungsoo whines, hot breath ghosting against the glass. Palm trees stand tall in the sun, pool parties and dj performances commencing down below for all of the Spring breakers and intoxicated patrons alike.Kris doesn't like wasting time, so he fucks the living hell out of Kyungsoo with a vicious rhythm, his huge cock somehow - just like all of the other times - making it through the ultra tight squeeze past the smaller's silk walls."K-Kri-is!" The omega cries, back arched and the golden-blond male snarling against his ear while they both face the view of paradise in the sunlight where Kris enjoys the faint reflection of Kyungsoo screaming in wrecked euphoria. "I like it when you--nngh--scream." Kris grunts, not stalling in his long and deep thrusts. They hit white ecstacy multiple times in various places before they even begin unpacking; petite thin legs wrapped around Kris' waist on the kitchen counter as they drag pleasure out of each other, to pure blinding ecstacy on the bathroom floor in front of the full-length mirror while the shower is running, they achieve severe climaxes continuously."H-Holy s-shit," Kyungsoo is panting out of breath beneath the taller by the time they make it to the bed, chuckling but still moaning, "a-am I gonna die?" Kris' arm is bracing the headboard, other holding a thin leg over his shoulder. There's sweat glistening, fire in his eyes dwindling but still flickering with lust.Kris chuckles in response, "I-I always knew I'd one day fuck you to death." still slamming into Kyungsoo's drenched entrance, full of the largers countless loads while also still wet from arousal. "Thank god you--nngh--took your pill," Kris mentions, looming over the smaller and practically folding him in half at this point. "otherwise you'd probably be pregnant fifteen times over."Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, "That's not even possible, t-technically." giggling but still whimpering on specific thrusts that hit just right.And by the end of it, once the marathon is over and they've crossed the finish line more than they care to really recall, the day is over and both of them are too tired to make an effort to explore what Cancun has to offer."Let's just stay in." Kris mumbles, hugging Kyungsoo to his chest, chin on top of his jet-black locks. Kyungsoo hums, dozing off, agreeing.But tomorrow is no better, just another day of proof that here on vacation is another offer of careless sex; without Kris' work and criminal obligations and duties, it's ultimate freedom to explore each other thoroughly without distractions of the deeper things, some things being the physical things; they can screw each other's brains out like there's no tomorrow--everyday.A day Kyungsoo thinks they'll take a cute hike together out to a view-point, where they pack a picnic and water bottles to battle the beaming sun, turns into mindless hot sex behind the showers of a waterfall the moment they decide to lessen clothing for what they thought would be a quick swim."Mmm, I love your silk-squeeze." Kris mumbles, then legs spread wide around him even after he's long since filled Kyungsoo up with his essence. "D-Don't fuckin' call it that." The smaller blushes, hitting Kris with the lightest of smacks.And on the beach at sunset the next day results exactly the same, towel on the sand and a single fuck to give not present even in the slightest. Kris pounds into Kyungsoo so viciously that he digs them deeper into the sand, Kyungsoo hating later on how the sand has gotten literally everywhere--his hair especially. Kris' back is littered with red claw marks especially on this day.Perhaps it's all reckless, or maybe it's just zero restraint which says a lot. Somehow that's romantic in some strange sense--the way Kris simply just cannot hold himself back from aggressive dominance here--but Kyungsoo likes the implications of it all anyway.And even at a pool party where people are everywhere and music is blasting - drinks in everyone's hands and beach balls bouncing in the air - they manage to slide clothing just barely off of limbs and indulge in each other shamelessly in public. But it'd turned out to not be too much of a daring endeavor since most party-goers are of the college-kid variety and the amount of other people at the event having sex is high. They blend in amidst the music and the moans, Kyungsoo with his legs around Kris in the pool and bouncing on his cock, plenty of other omegas ending up in similar situations, some even running around with no clothes on as alphas chase after them amusedly with red cups in their hands.Kyungsoo flops onto the bed when they arrive back late after a full day of partying and public sex. "I think some fucker snapped a photo of me goin' down on you," He slips his shirt over his head, opting for Kris' instead since it's larger, kicking off his shorts. "ya know--when I was suckin' your dick by the hot tub and bar."Kris yawns, stripping down to his boxer shorts and crawling into bed after the smaller. "Ah, I thought I saw a camera flash." He says thoughtfully, wrapping arms around the omega to pull him close. "Right when I blew all over you, too."Kyungsoo groans, pauses for a moment, and then sighs, "That's the second time that's happened to me...""Well maybe you should quit being a slut."The omega smacks the alpha on the chest, earning a laugh in return."How come I haven't met your father yet?" Kyungsoo eventually asks, after the silence has set in and the nightlife a few stories down has started to fizzle out into the late hours. It's a random question that's been on his mind. After a few months of evasion and excuses, Kris has nothing more but a true answer for the omega who's been waiting in wonder.Curiosity can kill.But Kyungsoo's always figured that this is how these sorts of things go--relationships bring introductions of important figures. If Kris' father is the sun in the golden-blond's solar system, then everything else simply revolves around him, and Kris is the planet that Kyungsoo currently inhabits.The world of the underground criminal society is a dark one. The matter of space is not sparing around the sun--and get too close, you burn.So Kris opens his eyes in the dark, mood falling grim as he hugs Kyungsoo tighter to his chest, thinking of a million things that could sound way more appealing than introducing Heaven to Hell. He knew that the smaller would wonder when, why, how come he hasn't met his father yet."Kris?" Kyungsoo asks, angling his head to try and get a glimpse in the dark. "When will I get to meet him?" Because it's been a few months already.But the golden-blond shuts his eyes for sleep, brows furrowed as he buries his nose into soft black locks, muttering, "Hopefully never."

It's not as terrifying in the dimly lit abandoned office-room on the second floor of the rundown warehouse, staring the handsomely dressed crime boss in the face, who's wielding a gun so tactfully precise in motions, as compared to back when Jongin and Sehun had first encountered near-death in the lavish confines of Luhan's girly bedroom.Jongin knows what the plan is--hadn't seen it going accordingly at first admittedly, what with Kyungsoo still a heart-stopping hinderance caught in the cross-fire to provoke him, but now--now that he's tied to a chair along with three other alphas, one of them being Sehun, things are looking up.Ol' Killer is a slippery bastard who just so happens to be a ruler of the underground society of street-racers and potential consumers I've long since wanted to capitalize on. Luhan's father had said, pacing back and forth in the omega's room, gun in his hand. Jongin literally thought this is where he'll die. He has sovereignty over influential criminals and dealers I wish to over-take; make subsidiary to my grand empire.Sehun had been still bleeding on the floor, Luhan cradling him on his lap. Jongin hadn't liked the implications creeping up like an ultimatum.He's got territory I've planned on expanding upon. We've had deals, made many agreements, you see. Luhan's father uses his index finger to nudge a crooked picture frame back into position. But like you must already know, he's a disreputable scoundrel; broke promises and hasn't followed through.He tilts his head back in Jongin's direction, eyes meeting the latter's seriously. I do not take kindly to that.A chill runs up Jongin's spine. Luhan's father resumes pacing back and forth like a shark contemplating the fate of his prey. Ol' Killer is surprisingly a hard son of a bitch to find. His goons can spot traces of my presence in his part of town in an instant, so he goes into hiding. I can't catch him.Luhan's father stops before Jongin, briefly giving Sehun a glance as well.But that's where you two morons come in handy. There's a dark glint in his eyes, a flicker of a cynical flame. A deal with the devil is made--unwillingly; no other choice really.Like little lambs on the killing floor. He says, calm, almost amusedly, like he's making fun of them but still all too serious. You two will be my bait to lure him in. Got it? He doesn't wait for an answer. Good.Jongin feels stuck in this moment. Sehun is bandaged up, both of them going with the motions in a confused haze, not really on talking terms with each other but unanimously feeling the anxiousness heighten. And Luhan had been whining about a bunch of things in a frantic mess - pleading to his father reasons why Sehun should be let go - but ultimately he's sternly restricted back to the confines of his room until further notice like a damsel in distress, locked away in the highest room in the tallest tower.Jongin and Sehun had found themselves glancing over shoulders whilst being pushed out of the room.And then before they know it - prisoners over-night where they are briefed on the plan laid out for them to execute the first half of, or else - tomorrow has arrived and they find themselves tossed out of an SUV onto the street where they will wait for Ol' Killer to get wind of, and find them.Jongin feels the sickening weight of anxiety on his chest as he witnesses in the dark "Russian Roulette." Kris' father says, so calm and casual, emptying all but one of the bullets from the chamber in the pistol he's holding. There's only a single lamp on, sitting atop a cluttered desk in the rundown office-room. "You've heard of it."It's half a question, half a statement. Invoking fear.With his expensive sleeves rolled up, Luhan's father doesn't wait for a nod - still so incredibly indifferent, dispositionally intimidating by nature. "Indulge me." He says, mentioning that it's a game he likes to play--one that he plays often with his enemies, and never loses."Look," The kingpin alpha sighs, standing tall in the trashed and rundown office-room, two henchmen standing behind the four alphas tied to the rickety steel chairs. "I'll even let you go first, how about that?" It almost sounds generous, absurd.Ol' Killer has a bandana he's biting down on because it's tied tight around his head, growling a muffled ff-fffuck you, while his right-hand man sitting strapped down in the chair beside him is struggling against the restraints still, all the while."Ready?" He places the handgun in Ol Killer's hand, making him take it with mild struggle. But at the threat of the two loyal henchmen coming forward and placing the barrels of their rifles to the tatted alpha's throat and skull, said degenerate gangster grips the gun with hatred in his eyes, probably finding his odds begrudgingly better in this game of dangerous chance, rather than having his fate decided for him by two expensively dressed minions in designer brands.  There's a count of one, two, three--Luhan's father looks Ol' Killer dead in the eyes, telling him, "Do it." seriously, finally showing some sort of distinct emotion--dark displeasure--waiting for the latter to place the gun to his own temple, Jongin and Sehun holding their breaths in their seats beside him, waiting for what might be a bang--and then, then nothing,just--click,--no bang. A sudden silence follows.The four alphas strapped to the steel chairs jump at the anticipation anyways though, at the simple click, sweat running down skin at the anti-climactic finish. Ol' Killer let's out a muffled grunt or groan - probably disbelieving or incredibly relieved or both - before laughing to himself behind the cloth in his mouth. A momentary rush of glory. One single victory."See, was that so hard?" Kris' father asks, rolling his eyes, strolling forward and easily snatching the gun from his hand. "Now. My turn." He chimes, far too passive about such a risky endeavor than he should be. Jongin watches with quizzical blinks, heart-race quickening even though he's not fearful like he was back when this deal was orchestrated."So here is why I never lose."He removes the gun away from his temple, expression stoic in the tense atmosphere as he aims the gun forward, down, straight for Ol' Killer's face. Click click click he pulls the trigger repeatedly--at the muffled shouts of Ol' Killer himself, eyes wide and fearful--until finally after one random click it finishes with a bang."H-Holy s-shit!" Jongin struggles behind the fabric cover his mouth, him and Sehun leaned as far away in their seats as physically possible.There's blood splattered in the dark, Ol' Killer's head hanging back with a gunshot right at the center of his forehead. "I don't play to lose." Luhan's father states calmly, placing another bullet into the chamber before snapping it closed and shooting the right-hand man at Ol' Killer's side in the face, less precision, just careless murder.It's a sharp crack in the night, just a flash right before their eyes with a heart-stopping bang, adrenaline running high in their veins, left short of breath and panicking behind fabric over their mouths."Well done by the way, boys." The suavely dressed kingpin mentions, rolling down his sleeves. "You've managed to come through on your part of the plan." The henchmen begin untying and pushing the deceased gangsters out of their chairs. "Therefore you have proved that you just might be of value," Two more bullets are placed into the barrel. "to me."And then with the gun aimed at the concrete before their feet, he pulls the trigger twice, smirking at the way Jongin and Sehun stare at him with wide-eyes and muffled shouts."Four shots. That's how many need to be heard." Luhan's father says, calm amongst the clutter and dead bodies being maneuvered around. "If people think that you are dead, then all of your previous predicaments and dilemmas, die along with you." In fine fabric he shrugs. "You're welcome."Restraints are loosened, ties pulled undone to Jongin and Sehun's relief as they massage their sore wrists and a still injured arm with dumb expressions blinking perplexedly up at the devil himself."Now you both work for me."Jongin spares a glance--one in which Sehun returns, hand over his bicep.And currently, Kyungsoo has horrified thoughts just a level below, thinking the worst, thinking Jongin's been killed.The rest of the gang ruled by a deceased Ol' Killer also only assumes execution at the hands of the very kingpin leaving the room, sauntering down the steps with an endless indifference in his posture.Essentially it's a gift, because now the remaining goons and hostiles won't continue to come looking for him. But Jongin also has a ringing in his ears that lingers, a grim echo in his head that keeps reminding him now you both work for me. Their deal with the devil. Continuous hell. Sehun has a rifle poking him in the back just the same as Jongin, murmuring lowly, "We're already dead." But Jongin doesn't like one-way never-ending deals - chains that are shackles, shackles that are a prison - so he murmurs back, "N-Nah." Because he's already got a plan. "Not me."Sehun spares him a glance out the corner of his eye, wondering what he means. A feeling stirs inside.Jongin doesn't meet his gaze, only holding his stare forward with furrowed brows.The law has never caught him, repercussions never punishing him for poor life decisions. Jongin defines himself as a douche-bag you can never catch.  Because at the very next opportunity - whether Sehun wants to join him or not - he's going to runaway for good. Skip town. Leave everything behind.Not even the devil will catch him.   One Year Later

Rushing down the progressively cluttered hallway on the second floor - a beta fraternity house on the verge of desctruction, where alcohol will reign supreme and successfully render everyone a menace to society in no time - Jongdae stumbles hurriedly through the door of his shared room, shambolic and nearly out of breath when he shuts the door behind himself.Minseok's still listening to indie-pop on the stereo, hunched over the glass table in-front of the mini couch where he's doing blow with a metal straw up his nose and finger plugging the opposite nostril."They're coming." Jongdae mutters, raspy and heaving. He snatches the cap off of his head and tosses it aside, sighing in frustration. "I swear, why can't those fuckin' alphas have their fuckin' campus house-parties at their own fuckin' fraternities?"Minseok sniffs away the white on his nose with a flick of the wrist. "Campus rules." He comments, in that serene tone he's often known for. Kind-hearted and impartial by nature--practically an omega one might assume upon first encounter. "Alphas can't have blatant parties at their houses because the school board will shut em' down and what not, due to risk of omega rape, pregnancy, yadda-yadda-yadda; it's all just a contingency plan if you really think about it."Jongdae plops down on the ground on the opposite side of the table, arm slung over his knee as he snarls in annoyance--accepting the explanatory defeat. "Yeah well, the omega sororities could at least be used every once in a while." He grumbles, taking the metal straw from Minseok's out-stretched hand."Jongdae," The baby-faced beta deadpans, head at a tilt. "that'd be even worse..." Several white lines lay on the glass surface before them, cheap in cost but vile still nonetheless. "Alphas aren't even supposed to be allowed on their grounds, let alone in their sororities."With tousled chestnut locks, Jongdae rolls his eyes before snorting a line through the straw. "So basically we're fucked--always."Minseok takes the straw back, taking a turn. "It's not so bad." He says, still dispositionally serene and endearingly indifferent.Jongdae snorts two more lines, and then Minseok does one more. They sniffle to the rhythm of hipster trash music. "Yeah," Jongdae says slowly, as if thinking on his words. "at least this way we're always invited to the party..."He looks up at Minseok just as the latter is responding, "True." a trickle of blood slowly leaking from his nose.Jongdae raises a brow, "Oh shit--hey," pointing a finger at the other. "Minnie." Because this time it's Minseok who's nose is bleeding.Minseok dabs at his nose, "O-Oh," chuckling as he looks back up to meet Jongdae's gaze. "Whoops."The party down below is now underway, alphas and omegas showing up on the beta frat-house in groups, music growing louder exponentially with the number of people. Cheering can be heard through the walls. Jongdae isn't looking up at Minseok as he cuts a line on the glass--distracted by the temptation of white numbness and false invincibility.Now music is everywhere, and Minseok begins to slump back against the couch, foaming at the mouth and vomiting slowly down his chin.Jongdae only happens to look up a moment later, eyes growing wide, paralyzed for a second--one too long if he thinks about it. "M-Minseo--a-are you oka--oh my god! M-Minseok! S-Shit!"It only takes him an instant to leap across the table to get to the other's side, holding him and looking into his far-away eyes as he begins to overdose.All it takes is one time; first, tenth, or one-hundreth. Reality blurs horrifically in warped seconds."S-Somebody!" Jongdae does his best to lift Minseok into his arms, grunting, struggling, messily kicking the door open as he stumbles down the hall yet again but in the opposite direction this time. "S-Somebody, help!"Jongdae finds it hard to think properlly.His cousin is here at this party he realizes. Maybe he can help him.

"Chanyeol!" There's so much noise. It's mind-numbing. "Chanyeol!" Baekhyun's voice can barely be heard.There's a jack-hammer obliterating concrete, "Chanyeol!" power-saws scrapping against pipes that creat sparks in the air that fall like shooting stars, disappearing into nothing, kind of like broken dreams.The construction site at the base of a building in skeletal form is over-bearing in noise, dirt-smudged alphas stomping around with thick clothing on and goggles over their eyes for protection, neon vests a focal-point amidst the dust. "Chanyeol!" Baekhyun has Jesper strapped to his chest, hands over the infant's ears to dull the noise, hoping that a fit of tears won't ensue in a matter of moments. Baekhyun grows more frustrated by the second, standing on the side-walk, running the risk of his baby crying. "Hey, asshole!"Said alpha holding a steel cable in place with extra thick gloves on his hands and goggles on his face, finally turns around, eye-brows raised."What're you doin' here, babe?" Chanyeol asks, gloves tucked under his arm and clothes covered in dirt, standing in front of Baekhyun with a grin on his face because no matter how shitty his day is going, somehow the sight of his child makes him smile. "And wassup lil' man! I missed youuu." He coos, unstrapping Jesper from his carrier."We've been kicked out of our Baby And Me classes." Baekhyun states, casually like it's no big deal. Chanyeol halts bouncing Jesper in his arms, brows furrowed down at his omega. "What?"They walk further away from the construction for the sake of Jesper's ears. "Yeah," Baekhyun sighs, hands in his hoodie pocket. "we're not allowed back to the classes."Chanyeol's goggles are on his head, boots giant and clunky on the pavement. "Well what the fuck happened?""You can blame Kyungsoo, honestly.""Oh my fuckin'--did you guys seriously get into it again!?"In-front of a coffee and donut shop mostly made of glass, they stop in their tracks. "Well I'm sorry, if you aren't there you know him and I just can't get along! The bitch is crazy!""Hey." Chanyeol interjects, frowning at the name-calling--less than fond of the bearers of his children talking bad about one another--to which the omega waves him off with an eye-roll, retorting, "You weren't there. You don't know."The taller sighs, his index finger caught in Jesper's hold.A moment goes by, one where Chanyeol continues to bounce his baby son for a while before solemnly murmuring, "You know I wish I could be there for every class, Baek." City-life commences all around them, cars driving by on the pavement, an old man preaching about god on the corner down the street. Chanyeol looks down at the omega who won't look back at him with flickering affliction. "But I gotta be here, killin' myself at work on the daily. For you and for Jesper."Baekhyun doesn't say anything in response, just stares at the ground where it's cracked and dotted with gum and spit.Chanyeol bears a lot of weight, so much responsibility. "Kyungsoo and Asher, too. You know that." He says, endlessly exhausted and farther from his initial childhood dream than he thought he'd ever be. Working as a construction worker as a high-school drop-out previously without a degree, Chanyeol hadn't had many options. Pickings were slim, minimum wage was far from appealing--especially with two pregnant omegas and two different babies on the way. So he'd chosen hard labor; more money to potentially help put food on the table; take care of the ones he knows he must."Whatever." Baekhyun sighs, taking Jesper back upon realizing Chanyeol's short break is over. "I still don't like the bitch."The alpha gives him a disapproving glance. "Hey."

Sometime about a month ago, Sehun's realized that slowly but surely, he'd lost all of the things that'd been familiar to him.Somehow that'd been a comfort zone. Just things that'd mattered in his journey of self-reform. Now it's all hazy and scattered moments of remembrance. Memories to revisit, actions and chances left untaken.About a year and a half ago he'd admitted he'd fallen in love with a beautiful omega, who'd unfortunately also been the son to a kingpin of the Chinese mafia. Snobby, pampered, and bitchy upon first impression, he'd longed after what had already been betrothed. Destined to be married off to Jackson Wang; only three months acquainted.Eleven months is how long Jongin's been gone, Taemin thoroughly pissed off but yet managing to mention to Sehun how, "He'll be back." perhaps something he knows from experience; used to back and forth on-again off-again friendship with the elusive degenerate. "He always comes back." Creeper shoes on the coffee table, he smokes a blunt whilst proclaiming, "I'm definitely changing the locks this time though. Fuck him."And time goes by fast, but no sign of his best friend. Not since the night he'd given Sehun a choice. "Yo, you comin' with?" There'd been white breath in the air, wind chilling and sharp. "I'm skippin' town, dude. Tonight." As far as most people knew, him and Jongin were dead to the world. Fresh start. A chance to do and be whatever.A temptation of what they were in yesteryear.But something had kept Sehun planted, chained to this city like an anchor around his heart. Peroxide-blond hair and supple olive skin has him captured and staying willingly.And allowing himself to be manipulated and used as a pawn in the Chinese mob for the sake of being close to the omega of his affections, wasn't something Jongin was willing to do. So that'd been it--the last time, a farewell on the corner outside of a train station where they bump fists and tell each other to take care. Till next time, bruh.Sometimes they exchange text messages. But the last time was seven months ago.Five months ago was when he last saw Kyungsoo; an omega from his memory, just a cute face he'd recalled Jongin having infatuations for. Something somewhat familiar--a thing to hang onto.And it'd been a thing of accidental occurrence - Sehun just a lingering member in the back of the Armani adorning henchmen who'd been paying a visit to the now leader-less street-race society on the shittier side of town for a deal. He'd been there, waiting in the wings, acting on orders from the one who now owns him, Luhan the divisive inclination he can't seem to reach without ever-watching eyes."I-It's y-you," Kyungsoo had said, looking far more pregnant than Sehun was even aware of in the first place--wondering if even Jongin knew. He'd been so tiny in the night, opposite end of the side-walk, backpack on his back as if now he's taking night classes and might not graduate. "y-you're... I-I know you. Y-You're... alive." It sounds like a question, fading in the cold air.And Sehun had thought it best in that moment to retreat back from potentially troubling ordeals, hiding away amidst the henchmen and expensive suits to avoid a scene.Kyungsoo must've realized the situation, noting terror - recalling the scariest day of his entire life - because his eyes had grown wide in the face of Armani shades and familiar henchmen, taking trembling steps backwards until he'd finally turned around completely and ran off into the chilling night.Four months ago marked the time in which Kyungsoo turned eighteen, pregnant and on the verge of getting kicked out of his foster home, potentially out on the streets with nowhere to go if he doesn't think of something fast.Three months ago a wedding ceremony is finally being put together, one in which has Luhan being fitted for flowy attire and circlet-crowns, a date set for sometime in the Spring. Jackson Wang is often strolling about the mansion with an annoying blissful glee that Sehun finds he wants to punch off his face with every glance his way.A month ago, Sehun realized that nothing around him was familiar anymore. It's all a mess he's watching get worse.But last night he'd gotten a text message.Hey, bruh. What's good?Sehun stares at his phone for a moment, rolling his eyes with a smirk because this is exactly how it would happen; the way Jongin would come back into his life.I'ma be back in town tomorrow. Wanna hit up a party?

"Uhhh-hmmm-nnnnn--I dunno..."Along the side-walks in the general vicinity of the university dristrict where small stores and cheap jewelrey shops are closing up and pulling down their gates for the night, Kyungsoo is pushing Asher in his stroller--that ceaselessly veers off to the left just ever so slightly, because it's old and pre-owned--while Minho walks beside them with grocery-bags in both his hands.No, don't worry about it, I got it. Minho had said when they'd left the store, an alpha of incredibly tall height and a muscular build with a heart of gold. A total of six grocery bags filled to the brim doesn't even faze him. It's okay. You just worry about Asher, Soo. He's a saint."Are you sure you really want me there?"The cement is still glimmering from the afternoon's rain, neon letters and flickering signs reflecting fast-food restaurants and karaoke bars in a kaleidoscope of colors on the ground, that hold sovereignty over the area thanks to the endless supply of stressed out college kids.Minho turns to look down at the omega strolling beside him, "Campus parties aren't really my thing, you know this." when they stop at a street-corner waiting for the light to say Walk, he crouches down to fix the beanie on Asher's hat whilst saying, "But I gotta show up for a few connections, show face and what not."Kyungsoo nods in realization--bingo, when Minho says, "Besides - and it's not a blatant rule or anything, but - all the bros are supposed to show up with a pretty omega to these sorta things, so," He shrugs with a good-natured quirk of the lips, "it'd be cool if you came." he's so honest and genuine that it's endearing. Kind of strangely sexy."Ahh, so that's it." The petite omega chimes, smirking. "I'm just arm-candy." He's merely kidding, just teasing with a glint in his eye as he pushes Asher along in the nippy air. "A'ight Minho, I see you."They both know it's a witty act of whimsy, because if they think back on it, the place they'd first met was at a campus frat party."Oh my goodness," And being an alpha who works as a personal trainer at the gym but also spends his time at a day-care and then a nursing home on the weekends, Minho is the definition of an over-achiever. "you know I don't ever view omegas in that sort of way--like accessories, possessions."With a roll of the eyes even though he's ultimately blushing--which he'd blame on the cold air--Kyungsoo relishes in the purity that is Choi Minho, announcing playfully down at Asher in his stroller, "You hear that Ash? Minho's sayin' he got respect for us.""You are prized," The alpha assures kindly with a nudge of the arm, "but never possessions." He winks with a good-natured smile. Damn you Choi Minho.He's too perfect. Complete opposite of all the bad boy alphas Kyungsoo's ever been associated with.And with a bite of his bottom lip at the taller's words, Kyungsoo can't deny that in all honesty, damn, he really wants to fuck him...I just know he's fuckin' got himself a big ol' dick. I just know it.

Kyungsoo tells Hanbin on a Thursday night, "You fuckin' idiot, I really don't wanna be bandaging up your reckless ass no more." the latter's head resting on the omega's lap in the living-room, cotton ball soaked in rubbing-alcohol dabbing at his cuts. "Seven months pregnant--you really think I should be addin' to my stress by worryin' about you and your kamikaze-ass ways?""Sorry." Hanbin says, only slightly void of emotion, sort of meaning it whilst staring up at the ceiling, staring up at Kyungsoo, finally lesser in love with him these days than before. The rest of their foster siblings have already long since fallen asleep on a school night.Amidst the antics in the distant streets and alleyways theres a ghost of a whisper from the omega. What am I gonna do with you? A sigh.Hanbin doesn't wince at the sting of alcohol to his bleeding brow, doesn't really wince at anything anymore.And Kyungsoo's a victim to cravings and mood-swings, right now feeling flimsy in attempts of reprimanding, "Sorry just ain't gonna cut it no more, kid." he says, looking down at Hanbin's battered face with a shake of the head. The street-lamps shining outside through the curtains are the only gleams to give away his features.And he'll never know just how long Hanbin's been in love with him--or used to be, at least. How so many times before, Hanbin used to only get into fights at school over stupid shit like cutting a few alphas in the lunch line just to challenge them, trying to prove that even though he is just a beta, he can still protect Kyungsoo if he had to. Be strong enough to impress him somehow.He'd used to have day-dreams of one day providing for Kyungsoo, one day being enough for Kyungsoo--to finally look at him with eyes that see more than just a younger-brother figure by default. A gift and a curse."What're we gonna do when you turn eighteen soon, Soo?" It's a whisper, gravely but calm, considerate of silence. And Kyungsoo sighs, not really sure but not really showing his brewing distress either. "I dunno," He runs one hand through Hanbin's brown hair, the other placed gently on his baby bump that's more than just a bump these days. "but I'll figure somethin' out I guess. Don't worry."Don't worry...Hanbin's gotten good at pretending not to worry, not to care, not to feel more than he knows he probably should for his older omega foster-brother that never looks his way the same way he does toward other alpha fuckboy types. With the neckline of his shirt ripped, Hanbin sits up slowly, hardly groaning at his already sore limbs as he sends an indecipherable look the omega's way. He doesn't say anything, just thinking, stoic and forever a galaxy of feelings left undiscovered by the one he'd always wanted them to be found by.At some point he'd gotten good at pretending to be indifferent, like he's not harboring infatuated feelings underneath the surface of his casual facade. A simple nod in response here, a nonchalant shrug there - everything cool and calmly apathetic everywhere in-between - he'd sheltered his ignored feelings masterfully in gazes held elsewhere.Kyungsoo stares right back at him in the dim silence, the headlights of a car driving by illuminates the room in a fluid sweep that passes like a calm wave. He doesn't see what Hanbin wishes he would when their eyes meet. Kyungsoo never does."I know you prolly think I'm just one big downward spiral right now, and that you're hella worryin'," No. Well, yes and no. It's not exactly what was running through Hanbin's mind in that moment, but it's still valid to some degree. "but I'ma be fine. I just know it'll all work out in the end, mmkay?" Kyungsoo gives him one of those smiles, one of those motherly smiles where he's just trying to reassure him like Hanbin's still a little kid needing to be comforted and consoled in the face of impending misfortune. It's what Kyungsoo constantly thinks he needs to do as the oldest."I'll find somewhere to go..." The petite omega murmurs, patting Hanbin on the hand. To which the beta looks down at to compare sizes. He's out-grown Kyungsoo so much. He could be just right for him if only he were an alpha.And it irks him, after all these years - leaves him agitated beneath his skin at all times actually, if he's honest - to watch on the side-lines as Kyungsoo consistently falls into the arms of undeserving alphas who are douche-bags and low-lifes, hardly worthy of any of his time and affections.They always treat him like he's some sort of sex object. An omega slut who isn't more than just a play-thing to fuck every now and again.Hanbin looks at their hands and then back at the omega, and then away--because that is what always saves him--feigning a yawn as he waves a hand in dismissal, "Yeah, yeah." he chimes, pretending to contribute some sort of light tone to the somber mood.Kyungsoo swats him on the shoulder, giggling as he calls him a brat. The slightest of unknown jabs...And when they go separate ways to their rooms, Hanbin thinks he at least has an idea. Something he can do for Kyungsoo even though he swears he's less in love with him than he was before.An honest act of fore-thought, one where maybe he can hold Kyungsoo in safekeeping even if it's just from a distance.He has an idea. A way to protect Kyungsoo in the only way he knows he really can as a beta. If only he were an alpha, things would be so much more different.

"Ahhh shit," It's on the lawn of a beta-house campus party where Jongin sees Sehun again after practically a year. "well would ya look at what the  fuckin' cat dragged in." The lanky alpha says through the cluster of people walking up the driveway. It's Winter time and there are christmas lights tangled in all of the trees lining the block.Jongin grins in return. "Still look like shit I see." He says, grinning and pulling Sehun into a quick one-armed hug where they clap each other on the back. "Ain'tchu supposed to of been married by now n' shit--to that pretty lil omega you been hangin' around for?""Man, don't even rile me up about it." Music is pouring out of the wide-open front door of the giant house, Sehun scratching his brow with his thumb as he observes the hordes of people migrating toward where the intoxication is promising. "Shits been hella complicated forreal."Falling in stride with the alpha jocks and scantily clad omegas, Jongin hums thoughtfully with a smirk, "Sounds like the perfect time for the dynamic duo to be gettin' back together then, ayy?"Hands in his pockets once they linger in the doorway scanning the crowd of rambuctious party-goers, Sehun cracks a smile, agreeing. "Straight-up." Bumping Jongin's offered fist with his own.And it's easy--just like that. After so much time, after an entire year of absence and a lack of interaction - amidst a campus party to a college neither of them even attend, where alcohol is the ice-breaker and drugs are the lubricant for questionable decisions - Jongin and Sehun--it's like they'd never parted ways. Back at it again. So simply back in-sync."Dude, check it out." Sehun nudges Jongin's arm with his elbow, nodding his head in the direction of the stairs where two omegas are currently making-out with each other to an audience of alphas ogling a few steps below.The party seems to have just begun; a keg of beer being brought out onto the living-room floor, where most omegas still have their clothes on and alphas haven't yet thought to seek out taking advantage of bleary sobriety."Yo, this party's straight bumpin'." Jongin comments, a dimple showing as he quirks a smile when two petite omegas approach him and Sehun in tiny shorts and tight t-shirts. "Why hello there," One of them says, just loud enough to be heard over the music. "would you two boys like a drink?" Like some sort of magnetic force, the two omegas find their ways into Jongin and Sehun's personal space, asses against groins, grinding to the music. "Hell yeah. Lemme get that." Jongin replies, both him and Sehun taking the red plastic cups handed to them. And as if it were their tasks for the entire night--to run around half-naked and welcome alphas, giving them drinks--the two omegas giggle and scurry off hand-in-hand, off to the next newcomers.Sehun raises his plastic cup to his lips, saying past the rim as he watches their plush asses in those shorts saunter away, "I think I'ma like it here." to which Jongin wiggles a brow, raising a quick toast. "You ain't kiddin'.""So much nice silk." Sehun says whilst scanning the party, slutty omegas at every turn. And he can't really tell--but he thinks he sees an omega blowing two alphas over in the corner through the sea of people.Jongin begins moving to the sensual beat of the music, another omega randomly pressing up against him. He has to raise his cup higher just so he doesn't spill any of his drink. "Dude theres hella omegas here, I think even the betas will get some silk tonight." He calls over to Sehun over the music.And with one last sip, Jongin hands his cup to the omega grinding back against him, "Here, why don'tchu go and get daddy another drink." He says more than asks, smacking the omega on the ass. "Why--sure thing." The smaller chimes with a wink and bite of the lip as he goes.And currently Sehun's got his tongue down an omega's throat, towering over him with an arm around a petite waist, the smaller's hand stuffed down the front of the alpha's pants, stroking him as they rock to the music. "Yeah," Sehun mutters when he breaks away with a string of saliva between them, "why don't you go n' get me another drink too." placing his cup into the smaller's hands.The whole living-room area is a wave of people dancing and swaying to get-low music, where sobriety is prohibited and grinding is required.White christmas lights hang all along the ceiling, beer cans and tipped over beer bottles loitering book-shelves and coffee tables. There's a passed-out omega being carried over an alpha's shoulder up the stairs, either to be put down for bed or to be taken advantage of, the intent is unclear but nobody seems to really notice or care.And Sehun decides to find himself a spot on the couch when Jongin says he's gonna go smoke some weed, knowing that all he has to do is spread his legs and sit wide, for an omega--or two or three--to come and sit on his lap for a while."Shit--" Jongin feels around his pockets as he shuffles through the crowd, blunt hanging between his lips. "--fuckin' goddamnit." He still even to this day, never seems to have a fucking lighter on hand. "You gotta be kiddin' me." He mutters to himself, still digging deep into his pockets as if that'll somehow magically conjure up a lighter out of nowhere. He makes his way past groups of alphas shoving each other with beers in their hands. An omega is being suspended upside-down by a group of alpha's cheering him on as he does a keg-stand, Jongin already knowing that it's probably just a stunt to get the poor little thing drunk quick just so they can gangbang him upstairs in one of the rooms.With a frustrated sigh Jongin pushes through the crowd, occasionally asking his fellow alphas, "Hey, you gotta light?" to no actual avail--which is bullshit, cuz there is a hell of a lot of people around here already smoking cigarettes and weed.Jongin's on the verge of pissing himself off, almost even thinking of just heading for the stove to light his blunt, that is until he walks into the crowded kitchen and finds himself stopping in his tracks at what he sees,or more exactly who--who is staring directly back at him."O-hh..." The blunt falls from his lips. "shit."

The complicated predicament of trying to dress flashy for the party yet still not freeze out in the cold on the way there, is thankfully solved by Minho and the large leather jacket around Kyungsoo's shoulders, as they walk along the side-walk where all the campus houses are.Christmas lights hang tangled in all of the leafless trees, people all seemingly headed in the same direction, lively in chatter and excitement contagious in the crisp, nippy air."You cold?" Minho asks, looking down at the smaller. He never gets cold--always incredibly warm and Kyungsoo can never understand why in the hell that is. He supposes Minho's just lucky like that--or sexy. That could be it. "Nah, I'm good." Kyungsoo replies, holding the leather jacket shut, an arm linked with Minho's."Good." The taller smiles, continuing to lead them down the block.In this part of town - where the university district is full of ripe young alphas and omegas residing so closely in proximity with each other - Kyungsoo knows for a fact that in every building, every campus house he passes, there is probably an omega getting fucked senseless in at least a few of those rooms.It triggers him, sets his body ablaze. He's been so burdened with lust lately, always wanting it so goddamn bad from the alpha he's clinging to.He wants Minho to pound the fucking shit out of him, but no matter how clearly he thinks he's sending the right signals; that he wants to be rammed, drilled, banged, screwed the living daylights out of--Minho doesn't get it, doesn't even seem to notice.Because he's such a fucking do-gooder. An honorable and wholesome alpha if Kyungsoo thinks he's ever even seen one.And even when they're sitting on the couch together, Minho hunched forward over a bowl of cereal at eleven-o'clock at night whilst watching an intense soccer game, he will barely notice that Kyungsoo is curling up closer to him by the second, one shoulder exposed by the wide neckline of his baggy sweater.One time Minho had even glanced at him in those moments, Kyungsoo thinking that he'd finally seduced him, but then only being disappointed when the taller would just politely pull the loose fabric back over the omega's shoulder for him, saying, "There ya go." smiling sweetly and going back to watching the game.Hell, even Asher gets more true affectionate attention from Minho than Kyungsoo does; all those coos and quick kisses on his chubby cheeks, it's childish thinking, but Kyungsoo finds that he's only slightly jealous of the attention his son gets from the alpha.I don't get it, Ash. Kyungsoo had said to the infant he'd been giving a bubble bath, using the shampoo to make his hair stand up into a point. What is it that you've got that I ain't got? Water splashes beneath the baby's tiny hands with a giggle. Kyungsoo smiles and then giggles also. Oh yeah, I guess you right--you be hella cute. True.Thankfully Hanbin was able to babysit tonight - Hara looking forward to spoiling Asher in everyway she can, while Taehyung and Jimin are currently banned from playing with him due to what happened last time - it's been a while since Kyungsoo's really been able to actually go out. Wear something nice--that isn't covered in baby food or baby vomit."Looks like we're a little early." Minho comments as they approach the lit-up house, music barely heard down the block and people beginning to show up.Kyungsoo gives Minho back his jacket once they walk through the front door, the alpha being greeted by his fellow alphas that stay at the fraternity just a few blocks down. "Minho--wassup man!" They clasp hands and bump shoulders, full of rowdy excitement even though Minho's is a little more slightly subdued since he's an alpha laced with preconceived expectations to live up to.The alpha son of a Mayor. Sophomore in college with good grades, while also passionate about doing community service, Minho is a true set example for superior greatness. He's got a legacy to up-hold, a family name to bring pride to and not let down.Some of the other alphas Kyungsoo watches Minho mingle with from the side-lines, are sons of other important men. Some of them are heirs to great businesses, sons of celebrities, rich jet-setters who end up in pages of gossip magazines at the gorcery store Kyungsoo works at on weekdays.He tries not to bother Minho when he's networking - chit-chatting and laughing, hanging out with the guys - strengthening connections with his fellow exceptionally well-off alpha peers.So with the music and alcohol working together as a team, growing more persuasive over the party as more people show up, Kyungsoo busies himself with a cigarette, lighting it with a sigh, a slight quirk of the nerves because he hasn't been out in a while and too many alphas here keep trying to hit on him."Nuh-uh." He grimaces at the first alpha that tries sliding up next to him. "Tch, as if." He says with an eye-roll to the next one. And then by the third one he's even given up on words entirely as he disgustedly waves away the alpha that'd barely even began walking his way. "Next."None of these alphas have caught his eye yet--granted, all Kyungsoo's been craving lately is what Minho's got tucked away in those expensive jeans of his. The fantasies and naughty day-dreams are endless.And admittedly, whilst lingering around boredly in the crowded kitchen at a campus frat party, Kyungsoo feels like he's changed so much in the past year. He has a kid now, a baby--nothing's been the same since he's become a parent. So much has happened.He's not into bad boys anymore. Now Minho is the only one on his mind--and he's playing so fucking hard to get, it's frustrating.But still... it's been a year... a year since, everything.Sometimes he still thinks back on the scary things, the fucked up things, the things that relate to Jongin and his annoyingly handsome face and what had happened, how incredibly terrified and sick he'd gotten just thinking about it all back then. Bruises, guns, kidnapping in the name of gangster warfare and acts of blatant murder, Kyungsoo shutters at the thought of it.Some nights he hadn't even been able to fall asleep, constantly replaying nightmarish images of gunshots and the idea of Jongin being killed before him. Sometimes Kyungsoo thinks that the morning sickness due to his realized pregnancy is what had kept him constantly nauseous, but still he'd trembled and felt sick just knowing that he'd been so close to criminal activity.Months of thinking the alpha he'd been crushing on has been shot dead had run through Kyungsoo's mind, baby bump growing and Chanyeol losing his mind trying to appease himself and that bitch Baekhyun on the other side of town.And when Kyungsoo had finally managed to decide on a name for his and Chanyeol's baby, it had been right around that time in which he'd caught a glimpse of Sehun in the night, standing there in the crowded streets where the fast cars and l.e.d. lights gleam in accent to hydraulics.I-It's you... He'd spotted him lingering behind the intimidating squadron of expensively dressed henchmen. Y-Youre... I-I know you... but one look at the Armani shades and tailored suits that conceal loaded weapons, and Kyungsoo was out of there, heart soaring to his throat and blood running cold. Y-You're alive.So many questions swirling in his head had left Kyungsoo conflicted with emotions - somehow attempting some sort of relief, since Sehun's actually alive somehow, possibly entertaining the idea of hope--that Jongin just might be alive now too, somehow - everything left unanswered and heavy on his heart.He doesn't know if he's happy or upset--angry that Jongin just might still be alive somewhere but hadn't thought to let Kyungsoo know, so that he could stop rewinding the horrifying moments in his head on a daily basis.But most of all, Kyungsoo's just lost in confusion, wondering where Jongin is and if he really is alright somehow. Out there somewhere, living okay, but without letting Kyungsoo that he is.He can't tell if he's truly upset or at peace, knowing that theres a chance that his unruly degenerate douche-bag of an alpha crush, might be alive still--somewhere, somehow.Fate is a bitch that literally must be close friends with karma because apparently the former would have it that, in these moments of shots being tossed back in the crowded kitchen where the music resounds perfectly off the walls and counters, Kyungsoo sees an all too familiar handsome face walking in through the entryway."O-hh..." He's got a blunt falling from his lips, un-lit, like always--still the same. "shit." He's still a handsome mother fucker, tall and suave, a dangerous inclination to falling back into old patterns, of resorting back to easily falling for unapologetic bad boys.Kyungsoo's eyes meet Jongin's across the island in the center of the kitchen, people loud and rambuctious all around them.A moment goes by, with so much noise but for them everything falls silent, gazes held.The smaller is the first to move forward, pushing off of the counter he'd been leaning against, walking up to Jongin slowly with glossy indecipherable eyes.And Jongin stands paralyzed, perhaps tied down to his spot on the marble tiles by a rush of old feelings coming back all at once. Kyungsoo's still as tiny and beautiful as he remembers him.Oh how much Jongin finds that truthfully he wants to reach out a hand and touch him, hold him and speak soft words of remorse, wondering how he could ever leave this behind."K-Kyungsoo--"But a fist meets his face the moment the smaller is within reach."You goddamn fucking piece of shit son of a bitch ass-hole!"Jongin holds his jaw, turning back at the smaller with a look of wonder."Oh my god, you even still hit the same."So much time has gone by between them, Kyungsoo looks furious, fuming with tears and balled fists, but nothing's changed."I should fucking kill you!"Nope. Not a single thing.