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Twd: Mentions of Blood
The blood trickled down from the knife, one drop at a time having stabbed the torsos of the twelve men that had decided to interfere in the works of the Min Clan. The metallic scent clung to the air, sharp and suffocating, something he had seen and been doing since the age of 18. Killing wasn’t new. Mercy wasn’t an option. Everyone knew the rule—do the job perfectly or die trying. There were no second chances, no revised contracts, and certainly no tolerance for liars.
He let the knife slip from his fingers, the dull clatter of metal against the concrete, a few splashes of blood that now stain the white leather boots. He kicked it away, scowling, his patience now only held by a string. His jaw clenched as he inhaled deeply through his nose, fighting to suppress the fury that was shimmering beneath his skin. He knows very well what happens when he loses control, so he tries to keep it in.
He crossed over all the lifeless bodies, bloody footprints being left behind with every step , as he walked up the stairs the marks became less and less prominent, until they disappeared. At the top, Hoseok paced back and forth, his movements frantic, his expression tight with barely restrained frustration, the burning smell of Mahogany all over the place. Yoongi huffed, grimacing before picking up his lighter to light a cigarette, knowing very well he needs it. He walks towards the leather sofa, collapsing down on it. The cigarette between his lips caught flame, and inhaled deeply, exhaling a slow stream of smoke that curled and vanished into nothing. He liked that. The way it disappeared, as if it never existed, just like his bloody footprints.
“Stop pacing and talk Hoba.” He said in a low voice, reaching for the whiskey bottle on the table. He poured himself a glass, the amber liquid swirling as he brought it to his lips. “It’s giving me a fucking headache.”
Hoseok froze at the words, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His nostrils flared as he exhaled sharply, the smell of blood and smoke not making a very good combination.
“Yoongi.”
The Alpha arched a brow, unimpressed and clearly pissed, “Speak.”
Hoseok hesitated, his mouth opening and closing for a few times, then ran a hand through his hair, looking as if he’d rather be anywhere but here.
“It’s Jimin.”
The glass in his hand paused mid-air. His expression was unreadable, but there was a shift in the air. It wasn’t just Hoseok’s scent but also Yoongi’s this time. The burning smell of coffee and cedarwood.
“What about him?”
Hoseok still stands in place, not really knowing what to say.
“I am asking you something, Hoba. What happened to Jimin? And why did you not tell me when it happened?”
He stood up, his patient ready to snap at any given time.
“I really don’t know how to convey it.”
“Use your fucking words, what is wrong with my Omega?!” Yoongi was losing patience. But he was also scared.
Hoseok sighed, bracing himself. “He’s… upset”
Yoongi stared at him. The tension in his shoulder didn’t go anywhere but he also didn’t know what else to do. The ones confused Alpha, was now pinching the bridge of his nose, knowing very well what this meant.
Upset was an understatement. When his bratty Omega was in a mood, it was a sign of a natural disaster. Buildings could withstand earthquakes better than Yoongi could withstand his Omega’s weird questions and bratty side. And cherry on top… his Omega was pregnant.
“Fuck” Yoongi whispered under his breath.
Hoseok hesitated before adding, “He called me. Said and I quote, “Don’t tell Yoon to me his face until he gets me a Burger-flavored ice cream.”
Yoongi’s eyes snapped open, the weight of his exhausted glare falling onto his Right-hand. “Burger Flavored Ice Cream?”
Hoseok nodded, looking positively pained and a sympathetic smile. “Burger flavored ice Cream.” He repeated.
Yoongi groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “I just killed twelve deep shits in cold blood, how am I supposed to get that ice cream? He won’t allow me near him with this smell on me.”
“He had called right before you came up, and-” Hoseok met the Alpha's eyes “ -he sounded dead serious.”
“So… the earlier the better, Yoongi.” Hoseok pours himself a whiskey, his chest finally feeling lighter.
He sighs heavily, knowing he won’t be allowed to enter the Omega’s nest if he smells like Blood or doesn’t get his craving.
“Get the car ready, I am coming after I get this stench off me.” Yoongi discards his jackets and shoes right there and walks to the washroom.
“You’re going?” Yoongi turns around.
“Unless you want to deal with a very pregnant, very hormonal Omega and be ready to explain to him why I didn’t come home with the Ice Cream.” And Yoongi thought right, because in a flashlight the Alpha had left the room, the door shutting after him leaving Yoongi to figure out how..
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‘Where can I get Burger Flavored Ice Cream?’
‘What?’
‘I am pretty sure you can read Namjoon-ah…’
‘Another one?’
‘Last time it still made sense, but this is an abomination.’
‘Let me see.’
Yoongi switches his phone off, looking outside at the passing cars and the night sky.
The streets blurred past as the black SUV cut through the highway going towards the city. Yoongi sat in the back, fingers now drumming against his knee, a habit he had picked when he was young, the air thick with the doom that would be caused if he doesn’t get the Ice Cream.
Yoongi knew what Jimin would do if he didn't get his ice cream. He still remembers what he did when he had refused to go on a night drive earlier into the marriage. He had to sleep on the couch and was deprived of his cuddles and kisses for a week.
Sure he is an Alpha, he is the head of the Min Clan, the largest and the most criminal gang on the whole of Europe Russia, he has multiple houses in the city and in different countries, he is wanted by the Interpol. But when his Omega commands, even if it is the most weird thing, he obliges, he gets it done. He has been able to for 99% of the time, just once he had refused and he doesn’t want to repeat it.
He might be what people see him as; a criminal, a boss, a friend; but for Jimin he was just Min Yoongi. Without any other titles.
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“So.. got any ideas?” Hoseok asks from the front.
“I wish..” Yoongi muttered under his breath.
“Where the fuck do we find this ice cream?!” Yoongi’s frustration is prominent in his voice.
Hoseok, gripping the steering wheel like it personally wronged him, muttered, “I don’t know, boss. But if we don’t, we’re all dead.”
Yoongi’s phone buzzed.
It was Jimin. He took a deep sigh, trying to think of all the happy times he had spent with his Omega. With that thought he picked up the phone.
“Hi Ba-”
“You better bring that Ice cream home Min Yoongi, or just don’t come at all. I am waiting.” Jimin screamed into the phone, making sure to sound dangerous.
Yoongi put the phone away from his ear, after hearing the anger.
Oh boy.. He was done for.
He resisted the urge to toss his phone out of the window, but he knew better. Because of Yoongi’s job, Jimin had only one request ever since the beginning…
To have each other’s location on at all times. Whatever happens, the phone should be with them at all times.
Hoseok chuckled, “I think you need lots of luck, Yoongi.”
“Just drive, Hoseok.”
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The first stop they hit was a high-end desert boutique. The cashier, a bright- eyed college student, became the victim of the order that was going to be made.
Yoongi flicked out a cigarette.
“Sorry sir, but smoking is not allowed here.”
Yoongi glanced up, cat eyes boring deep into the student’s soul. As if they were going to be sent to heaven. After what seemed like a long time, Yoongi just shoved it back in, taking a seat at one of the couches.
“I would like to order a Burger flavored ice cream.” The student wanted to ask once again, but seeing the duo’s demeanor, she stopped. Instead seated on a question that anyone would have asked.
“Sir… that’s not a thing.”
Yoongi’s jaw ticked. “Make it a thing.”
When she still didn’t move, Hoseok took it upon him.
“Listen kid, just whip that you think might be the closest to that flavor. It’s just better that you get to work.” He whispered the last words before speaking in a perfectly normal voice for a butterscotch.
“You know I heard you right?” Yoongi commented once he sat down beside him.
Hoseok decided to ignore him, looking into the phone, pretending to scroll and look busy.
Fifteen minutes later the two of them were out of the place, with a packet of ice cream this time.
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Jimin was 6 months pregnant. And he had weird cravings. He blames his Alpha for putting a pup in him, even though it was him who had asked for it. He loves the pup, loves it with all his heart. But it’s the pain that comes along with it is what he doesn’t love, or the cravings, or the mood swings.
“Are you sure Mimi?” Taehyung asks as he helps him sit down on the couch. Jimin groans a little while trying to adjust himself. He hums.
“I want to Tae, and Yoongi has to get it.”
Even though he knew that nothing like this existed, but the brat he is, he knew that Yoongi would have to. After all, he is the one who is at home all the time, pregnant, helping raise their baby, so he can have a little fun, right?
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Jimin sat cross legged on the couch, arms folded, and staring at the clock, the embodiment of a petulant prince.
The second bell rang, Taehyung was on his feet, walking towards the door. Yoongi stepped in with a tub of ice cream.
“Where is Tae?”
“You need to give him some love, Jungkook has been really sulky too.”
“Did you bring it?” Jimin asks. Yoongi stares at him for a moment taking in the rosy cheeks, the glowing skin, the eyes and the plumy lips. He smiles, passing the packet to him and taking a seat beside his Omega.
“Uh, uh, uh” Jimin says, “You can’t sit until I make sure that it’s what I want.” Yoongi stands there not wanting to disrespect his Omega. So Yoongi stays, watching every moment of Jimin.
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Jimin took a bite.
He chewed.
His nose scrunched. “... This is disgusting.”
Yoongi inhaled through his nose. “It’s burger-flavored.”
Jimin’s lips trembled at how bad it tasted. “It’s not what I wanted..”
And that’s when he notices the bill and the name of the ice cream.
“You really have a death wish, don’t you?” Jimin says, his voice a lower note than usual.
“Cat caught your tongue, Alpha?” Jimin says when he gets no response.
It’s obvious that what he got wasn’t the flavor. It was a tub of beef-flavored gelato. Not something close to what Jimin wanted. He kept the tub on the table, a protective hand over his stomach.
Yoongi sighed, rubbing his face before going down on his knees right beside Jimin. He rubbed slow circles on his Omega’s back. “I’ll find the exact one next time, yeah?”
Jimin huffed, “... You better”
Yoongi pressed a kiss to his temple. “Spoiled brat.”
Jimin leaned onto him, satisfied that his Alpha tried, “Your spoiled Brat.”
He smiles when Yoongi presses a specific kiss on his neck.
“Do you want to have a burger?” Yoongi asks.
Jimin pauses, taking Yoongi’s hand in his.
“You knew, didn’t you?”
“I can make you one you know.. You don’t need to ask for it in a way that makes me want to flip the world to find the craving.”
“What about the doctor?” Jimin asks, still a little concerned.
Yoongi stands up, helping Jimin too.
“You haven't had one since we came to know about our pup.” He places his hand above Jimin’s.
“I’ll make sure to add a lot of veggies. Yeah?”
Jimin just smiles.
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Yoongi helps Jimin to the bedroom, before changing and getting into comfortable clothes and going to prepare a Burger for his Omega.
After preparing it, he took it to the bedroom, sitting beside him as Jimin hummed happily, taking small bites to make the burger last long while also smiling happily.
“I love you.” Yoongi says in a not so particular moment.
Jimin looked up from his food, pulling Yoongi closer and pressing a kiss on his cheek.
“And I love you too Alpha.”
Yoongi chuckled. Already mentally preparing for the next catastrophe that might come his way.
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Which wasn’t so long, because Jimin woke Yoongi up sometime after midnight.
He sighed dramatically, once the Alpha was fully awake. “I need a giant teddy bear covered in your scent right now.”
Yoongi sat up, looking down at his Omega.
Confusion written all over his face.
“You have the real deal, so why do you want a teddy bear?”
Jimin looked the other away, lips puffed together and eyebrows threaded together.
“I just want one, that's it.”
When he noticed that the Omega wasn’t going to go down on his demand, he called Hoseok.
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The Alpha in question was just as busy with his lover, when he had to stop midway, dress up and leave to get his friend/boss a giant Teddy bear. Hoseok demanded a week off as a deal for doing it to him, which Yoongi shrugged off.
An hour later the bell rang and Yoongi walked off to get the thing in. It took him 20 minutes to scent the whole thing. After making sure it was, he took it up to Jimin, who then hugged and smiled happily, sniggling into it.
Jimin, upon receiving his gift, squealed so loudly that Yoongi briefly worried about his eardrums. “It’s perfect !”
Yoongi exhaled, flopping onto the bed. “I hope you and the bear are happy together.”
While the Omega and his teddy slept in the bed, Yoongi sat on the bed inhaling the sweet smell of his Omega, before laying down in the small space that was left for him.
“I want you behind me.” Jimin prompts as soon as Yoongi shuts off the light.
Without a question, Yoongi walked to the other side, this time laying down, his hand protective around Jimin’s stomach. When he heard Yoongi muttering, he kicked his elbow back, earning an ouch from the Alpha.
Jimin grinned “Don’t be jealous.”
Yoongi closed his eyes. “I fear nothing. Except you.”
Jimin giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Good.”
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He might be the lord of the underworld but for Park Jimin he is just Min Yoongi and for the Alpha... his Omega, for whom he might do anything to keep him safe.