In Between || Taejinkook

Twenty-three

The Alpha was close to an untimely death when Jimin put his hand on his back. He turned around violently and hit the empty patterned porcelain vase on a simple credence table next to the entrance door.

The impact was more than enough to shatter the glass into pieces that eyes couldn't follow and almost had the object obliterated.

"I-I'm so sorry. You startled me badly." the Alpha mumbled under his breath as he came out of the center of the disaster.

"OH GOSH, NAMJOON!... Who else could it be? It's either me or Seokjin. And we don't stab!" Jimin yelled at top of his lungs at first, but then after taking several deep breaths, he composed himself.

"Pity me! As far as my mind helps me, it took more than a month for me to paint on this late vase for you!" Jungkook's bored voice and entire features didn't match anyone else who had a hand over their fallen hearts.

"It's ok, Namjoon-ssi. We all make mistakes of this sort a lot," Jin stopped his words as he began to squat and pick some pieces that appeared just a tad bigger than the others, "I'll help to clean before we leave."

He reached his arm to take the one closer to him, but the mad tone of someone made him squint his eyes before he could even touch the piece of glass.

"You'll cut your finger or something. It's not a work that should be done by hand. A vacuum cleaner must do it. Get up. We're leaving."

Jin gaped at Jungkook for a while, thinking how the Alpha was unnecessarily way too serious for such an insignificant matter.

"I'm careful. I just want to..."

"Get up, Seokjin!" Jungkook didn't shout, but there was something within his voice that had Jin compelled.

The Alpha used that instinctively, but without control or not, he already created the major problem.

He knew someone else noticed it and just by getting a glance from his direction, he got all the needed answers.

Jimin was rooted to his spot. His Omega heard the tone beneath the simple three words. It wasn't supposed to get that reaction from anyone. It was only an Alpha's voice in anger, but what he didn't see to come was how the other Omega besides him was hypnotized by it.

"Namjoon, please entertain Seokjin for a short while. I remembered now that I need to speak about something with Jungkook. It'll take a moment." Taking over the imaginary thing that stuck in his throat, he let out in a tone barely above whisper.

"Seokjin and I are already late, Jimin. Can you delay it for later?"

The aforementioned Omega was wordless to the question. His sudden unusual state carved frown on everyone's face.

"Babe, what's wrong? Do you feel sick?"

Jimin didn't reply to his husband. His eyes were straight on Jungkook's, boring holes into them.

Without hesitating for another second and ignoring the confused expressions of Jin and Namjoon, he took Jungkook's hand and pulled him to the guest room of his house, locking the door the instant he practically threw the younger inside.

"What the fuck happened in there, Jungkook?" Turning his face, he was in front of the Alpha's line of vision in less than time a human's mind could register.

"If by fuck you mean your husband breaking the precious vase I painted for you, I believe you had a better view than me." Jungkook didn't let his structure crumble as he still kept wearing that irritated expression.

"I'm not talking about the vase. What was with Seokjin? He got up the moment you told him to do so."

"He listened because these were exactly my words." Jungkook hovered over the Omega's short frame a little. His big round pupils were now only thin lines for the penetrating glare wouldn't let them show their childish innocene.

"He didn't hear your words, Jungkook. He heard your tone. I'm an Omega myself. I know what I heard and saw." Even though a furious Alpha was standing tall before him, Jimin had become that blind with rage to neglect all of that. Besides, he wasn't the person to shake to anyone or anything.

"Then you need to have both your eyes and ears checked. You've got delusional."

Jungkook felt confident with what he said, but the moment he was finished, the burning sensation of a palm over his cheek made him walk some unsteady steps back.

"Have you and Taehyung lost your minds? What the fuck did you think with yourselves? Jungkook, Seokjin is your mate. Taehyung's husband is your mate."

If Jimin wasn't too overwhelmed with everything, he would've moaned for his throbbing hand. Never in million years, he could dream of a day he'd slap Jungkook. For what reason? What could he find?

The silence of the room decreased the scattered adrenaline in his system, and from the severe pain in his hand and the dark red stain on Jungkook's cheek, there was no doubt he took it all out.

The Alpha tried to conceal the mark with lowering his head, nevertheless the light was bright enough to leave nothing to imagine.

"Wow! You hit harder than your husband!" Jungkook whispered, and a bitter chuckle followed his hardly audible voice. A sound that was a shallow attempt to hold his tears. And shallow never fills purpose.

"Why would you do that? What was poor Seokjin's fault in between all of these deals? Did he even want this or you two forced him into it?" Jimin watched as the Alpha covered his face and sobbed painfully into them.

"We... We did it to keep me in the mansion. It was just one night and Seokjin agreed on it. I-I mean he had two choices, and this was the better one. At least, it was for him," Jungkook sniffled and gave himself a pause as his chest felt so heavy, "We mated behind the curtain because Taehyung couldn't convince me with any otherwise. I wanted- Oh, gosh! I don't know. I feel less than shit, Jimin. I'm sorry. I really am."

The Alpha started shaking his head wildly, however his movement came to a stop when his heart couldn't take the pressure. He grabbed his chest immediately and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Jungkook, are you ok? Do you want me to..." Jimin abruptly moved to the door and with fidgety hands, he tried to unlock as he spoke. Yet, when the younger raised a desperate hand in order to stop him from informing the others, he became still.

"I'm fine. Just tell Seokjin to wait for me. I need a moment to get over it."

The Omega wasn't satisfied but nodded whatsoever. He opened the door to leave, but a small call of his name brought him to a halt.

"Please, don't breathe this to anyone. Not even Namjoon, Seokjin, or Taehyung. As I said earlier, it was a one-time thing and Seokjin will never have to deal with me again. Nodoby will."

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Guys! What a week I had! Seriously, so many weird stuffs happened that I can only sit and laugh at them. Some were good and some bad, including the story of my poor phone (I mentioned it in my message).

By the way, I hope this long (the longest chapter of the story so far) can fill my absence a bit.