Chapter 1

Notes :-

This is my first time writing an action centered piece as well as my first time experimenting with the A/B/O trope so please be kind to me! Thank you!

Chapter 1

“You’re being ridiculous, Joonie.”

“Well, I’d rather be ridiculous than a grieving spouse, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin groaned internally.  He loved his husband more than life itself but he hated when he said things that were impossible to argue with during a discussion.

“But I honestly don’t think I need a bodyguard.”

"Jimin-ah..."

The petite Omega could hear the frustration in his husband's voice.  If he were married to anyone other than Kim Namjoon he would worry about being forced into compliance by his mate's Alpha voice, but Namjoon had never resorted to that extreme during the whole of their five year relationship, always preferring reason and compromise over coercion or force.  It was one of the things Jimin loved most about him.

“...I know this is  not an ideal situation but it’s not forever, baby.  It’s just until we get this Geumga Tower situation settled.  And it wouldn't be all the time.  Just whenever you leave home by yourself.”

“Are you sure you’re not overreacting?” Jimin asked.

“I really don’t think that I am, love.  Some of the communications we’ve been receiving in regards to our refusal to sell that property have the security guys nervous – especially the ones that mention you.”

 “I’m sure it’s just some prospective buyers blowing off steam, hyung.”

“Maybe.  Maybe not, but I can’t ignore it.  It would destroy me if something happened to you that I could’ve prevented, jagiya.”

Jimin studied Namjoon's expression carefully.   “You really feel that strongly about this?”

Namjoon cupped his spouse's face in his large hands and stared into his eyes.  “Yes.  Yes, I really and truly do.”

 “Fine," Jimin sighed.  "If it will make you feel better.  But if I’m going to be spending a lot of time with this person, can I at least have a say in who you chose?”

“Absolutely.  As a matter of fact, I’ve asked someone to come over this evening.  I don’t know if you’ll remember him.  It’s one of my old college friends.  Min Yoongi?”

“Yoongi-hyung?  Sure I remember him.  I haven't seen him in ages.  He’s the one that used to work for the police department, right?”

“Yeah.  After he left the force a couple of years ago he started a private security business.  He’s really good at what he does and I trust him completely.”

Jimin smiled as he reached up to place a tender kiss on Namjoon's cheek.

“Well if you trust him then I trust him, love.”

“Thank you, baby."  Jimin could sense the overwhelming relief in his mate as he wrapped him in a warm embrace.  "This will give me so much peace of mind while I'm gone the next couple of days.”

“Do you have to go to that conference?  You know I don’t sleep well without you,” Jimin pouted as he nuzzled his head against Namjoon's broad chest.

“I don’t like being away from you either, love.  I’ll get these meetings over with as quick as I can then I’ll be right back here where I belong.”

Even after three years of marriage it still bothered the pair to be away from each other for any extended period of time.  It was part of what fueled Namjoon’s concern regarding the threats.  He could barely manage being away from Jimin for a couple of days.  A lifetime without his partner was utterly unthinkable.

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So Jimin agreed to meet with Yoongi.  The Alpha was much like he remembered - a quiet, professional man with a dry wit who was clearly very serious about his job.

After reviewing the situation with the couple, Yoongi outlined some basic security measures he thought ought to be implemented immediately.  Namjoon listened intently to everything Yoongi proposed but Jimin would later be ashamed to confess that he hadn't been paying quite as much attention as he ought to have been.

The last instruction Yoongi gave before leaving that night was for Jimin to wait in the apartment the next morning until his bodyguard arrived.  Yoongi would call first to verify he was in the garage then take the lift to the apartment and personally escort Jimin back to the car before driving him directly to the studio where the dancer worked.

And Jimin really HAD meant to comply with that request but Namjoon got up much earlier than normal the following day, leaving before dawn to get to his conference on time. Once he was gone Jimin had gone back to sleep without resetting the alarm, which lead to him oversleeping by almost an hour.

When he woke again and saw the time he panicked, throwing on his clothes and grabbing his keys, phone and dance bag before charging out the door.  He was already in the lift before he remembered that he was supposed to wait inside the apartment for Yoongi’s call.

Oh well, he thought, the visitor space where hyung said he would park is right next to the elevator.  I'm perfectly safe.  I can even use the extra time to pick up coffee for Hobi and Kook on the way.

At that thought he began dialing his friend and boss, Hoseok.  He was just asking for his and Jungkook's drink orders when the lift doors opened and he stepped out into the empty parking garage.

Something in the air caused Jimin to stop midsentence.  He couldn't put his finger on what was wrong but suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he could feel his pulse start to quicken.

"Hey!  Jimin-ah...you still there?"

Jimin could barely hear Hoseok's voice on the other end of the line, his wolf senses now on high alert, trying to figure out what it was about his surroundings that didn't feel right.

Jimin mumbled something unintelligible before ending the call without replying to his friend's question then took a few tentative steps away from the lift.

He paused and stood very still, his eyes frantically scanning his surroundings as he tried to determine what was out of place. A second later an unfamiliar dark SUV pulled out of a spot a few meters away and rolled to a stop in front of him.

The deeply tinted front passenger window rolled down to reveal two burly men in dark suits and mirrored sunglasses sitting inside. An almost tangible wave of aggressive alpha pheromones poured off of them, causing Jimin's nose to twitch in disgust.

The driver had a viselike grip the steering wheel and kept his gaze fixed forward but the passenger turned towards Jimin and smiled, however the action came across as cold and calculated instead of warm and friendly.

"Park Jimin?  We've been sent by your husband to make sure you get to work safely."

Knowing this was a blatant lie, Jimin subtly shifted his weight backwards as he assessed his options.  Realizing that he wouldn't be able to reach the lift in time, he decided to stall in the hopes Yoongi would arrive soon.

"Really?  What happened to my usual driver?" Jimin forced himself to keep his tone light, his gut telling him not to use Yoongi’s name.

He could almost see the wheels spinning in the other man's head as he formulated a plausible answer.

"Him?  He got sick at the last minute.  We’re the replacements."

"Nobody said anything to me about a switch," countered Jimin as he fidgeted with the straps of his duffle bag.

"Hmm...that's funny.  The other guy was supposed to call and let you know.  If I were you, I'd mention his shoddy performance to your husband,"  the man answered as he motioned towards the back seat.   "Come on.  Hurry up and get in.  Don’t want you to be late."

Jimin's fingers tightened around his phone.  "If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll just call and confirm…"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the man in the passenger seat suddenly threw open his car door and leapt forward. Anticipating the move, the dancer managed to spin expertly out of the way.

Jimin quickly jumped up and slid across the hood of the small sports car beside him, landed deftly on his feet before sprinting towards the emergency stairs but his assailant was faster than he anticipated.

The large man pounced towards his prey, snagging hold of Jimin's dance bag and jerking hard, the resulting change in momentum causing the Omega to stumble briefly.

His attacker then lunged for his wrist but Jimin swung his arm out of range, jerking his bag away from the man and switching it to his other hand. He whipped it around until it made contact with the man's skull, causing him to pitch forward.   Jimin then took the opportunity to drive his foot down hard on the back of the guy's leg.

When the man briefly dropped to his knees Jimin made another dash for the stairs but the driver of the SUV managed to use the vehicle to block his path.   Seeing the other man struggling to his feet, Jimin flung the dance bag in his face as a distraction and rolled underneath a nearby truck.

As he lay panting under the pickup, he saw two pairs of highly polished shoes taking up positions on either side of his hiding spot. Taking deep breath Jimin hurled himself headlong from under the front of the vehicle.

He scrambled to his feet and made it a few steps before being grabbed from behind.  Jimin threw one leg back and hooked it around his attacker's, making it difficult for the man to lift him too far off the ground.  He then twisted his body enough to bring the other leg into a position where he could slam his foot into his assailant's crotch.

The man grunted in pain, causing him to  loosen his hold on Jimin long enough for him to tear himself free. He pivoted just in time to see the driver now approaching him with a knife.  Jimin widened his stance, shifting his weight as he rapidly tried to calculate his best defensive move when he suddenly heard the screeching of tires followed seconds  later by the ear piercing crack of a gunshot.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized the sounds were coming from Yoongi, who was now charging towards him with his pistol drawn.  The attackers split up, each taking off in different directions.  Yoongi shot at the one closest to Jimin, catching the guy in the leg, dropping him to the ground.

The other guy took advantage of the diversion, diving back into the SUV and peeling off as fast as he could.  Yoongi fired off two more shots, shattering the back window as the vehicle tore out of the garage.

Yoongi raced over to Jimin and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"You okay?" he panted.

Jimin nodded numbly, momentarily unable to form words.

"What the hell happened?!  Why are you down..."

Before Yoongi could finish, the remaining perpetrator tried to push himself off the ground.   Without hesitation, Yoongi swung around and kicked the man hard in the gut, causing the man to collapse back onto the cold concrete floor.

"Did anyone say that you could move, asshole?" Yoongi growled as he dropped and jammed his knee in between the man's shoulder blades, using his full weight to hold him in place.  He then leaned over and pressed the muzzle of his gun just behind the man's ear.

"Now stay still or I will not hesitate to blow your mother ******* head off, are we clear?"

When he didn't get an immediate response, Yoongi pushed the cold steel of the gun harder against the man's skin.

"I said, are we clear?"

The man on the ground huffed and gave the smallest possible nod of his head to convey that he did, indeed, understand Yoongi's command.

Seemingly appeased for the moment, the bodyguard glanced up at Jimin then jerked his head in the direction of his black, four door sedan parked a few feet away.

"Keys are inside.  Get in, lock the doors, sit in the back and wait.  I'll call the police.  Once they get here to collect the trash then I'll escort you upstairs." Yoongi's tone was clipped and matter of fact.  "In the meantime if any of this idiot's friends come back, you jump into the driver's seat and get the hell out of here as fast as you can. Head for the nearest police station.  Don't hesitate.  Don't wait for me or anyone else - just go, understand?"

Jimin nodded as he made his way slowly towards the car. Yoongi observed how badly the younger man was shaking as he collected his bag and jacket on the way.  As a former police officer he recognized that moment when the adrenaline rush begins to give way to the realization of both what had happened as well as what might have happened.

"Jimin-ah?"  Yoongi's tone softened slightly as the dancer turned to look at him.  "It's okay.  You're okay.  Just get in the car, call Joonie and wait, alright?"

Once the Omega was safely sheltered inside the vehicle, Yoongi made a quick call to the police then turned his attention back to the criminal beneath him.  He produced a pair of handcuffs from his inside jacket pocket and expertly secured them around the man's wrists before whipping off his necktie, using it to bind the man's ankles to make sure he wasn't going to try and run.

"Ouch!  Watch it!  I'm bleeding!" cried the man.

"Really?  I've heard that can happen when you get shot," deadpanned Yoongi as tightened the restraings before plopping down and making himself comfortable on the man's lower back.

"Unfortunately it's the wound isn't bad enough for you to bleed out which gives us a little time before the police get here for us to have a chat about who your employer is and what their interest is in my employer's mate."

"Uh-uh.  No way," the man on the ground grunted.  "Not talking about that."

"Sure you don't want to reconsider that position?  I can shoot you again.  No one will question it and it won't bother me a bit.  I got plenty of bullets to spare.  I've got a loyalty card so I get a discount."

"Go ahead.  Shoot me as many times as you want.  Whatever you do will still be quicker and less painful than what my boss would do to me if I squealed."

As the man spoke Yoongi took a cursory look at his neck and wrists, noting the lack of any gang tattoos indicating to him that this was no low level street thug.  The elite gangsters frowned on those kinds of markings anymore as it made it too easy for law enforcement to determine allegiances in situations like this.

Before Yoongi could question the man any further, however, a battered, rusty two seater coupe abruptly careened into the garage.  It's slightly splayed wheels skidded to a stop a few meters away then two men sprung out and began hurtling in Yoongi's direction.

The bodyguard snapped to attention and pointed his gun at the intruders.

"Stop right there!"

The men hesitated for just  a moment before the shorter of the two squared his shoulders and barked, "Where's Jimin?  What have you done to him?"

"Who the hell are you?" Yoongi growled, shifting his aim towards the man's chest.

Suddenly a distraught voice called out from behind him.  "Yoongi-hyung!  Stop! It's okay!  They're my friends!"

Yoongi kept his eyes trained on the newcomers as he yelled back over his shoulder.  "Jimin!  Get back in the car.  Now!"

"Only if you promise not to hurt them!"

Yoongi swallowed hard, fighting to keep his hands steady as his Alpha struggled to deal with with the smell of Jimin's distress coupled with the palpable fear in the Omega's voice.

"I promise, okay?  Now... get. back. in. the. car."  He forced the last command out through clenched teeth, his jaw relaxing only when Jimin complied with the request.

The taller of the men from the car - a young Alpha covered in piercings and tattoos - stepped menacingly towards Yoongi.

"See?  He's told you that he knows us, so let us by," he insisted.

Yoongi shook his head firmly. "Nope.  Sorry but  I'm not letting anyone - especially an immature alpha with obvious impulse control issues - around that distressed Omega right now."

The younger man visibly bristled at the insult and took another step in Yoongi's direction.

"And just who the hell are you to make that call?" he challenged.

"I’m the one in charge of keeping him safe, pup," Yoongi retorted.

"Really?  Looks like you’re doing a pretty piss poor job of it, Gramps."

Yoongi's nose twitched as he raised his gun again.

The other man rolled his eyes as he stepped between the two.

"Alright, alright!  Take it down a notch, the pair of you!  For the time being let's just assume that everyone’s **** is the same size."  The man shook his head as he huffed in annoyance.  "Now if the big, bad alphas have finished their pissing contest, can we at least check for ourselves to see if our friend is okay?"

"You can talk to him from here," Yoongi snapped.

By now the younger alpha was clearly agitated, pacing in small circles and running his hand roughly through his hear.

"I can smell how upset he is, Hobi-hyung.  We need to get him out of here now."

"No way.  Not gonna happen, pup," reiterated Yoongi in a firm voice.  "He isn’t leaving my sight until the police have this bastard in custody and I have Jimin-ah safely tucked away in his flat."

The older male gave the younger a reassuring pat on the arm before taking a step towards Yoongi.

"Fine.  How about a compromise?  Can I at least sit with him to help calm him down?"

Yoongi scrutinized him closely, sniffing the air to assess the threat level.  “You’re a Beta, right?”

The man pulled a face and crossed his arms as he snarked, “Yep.  That’s me.  I’ve got a name and everything, believe it or not.”

Yoongi ignored the attitude being thrown his way. He kept his eyes on the pair as he motioned for Jimin to roll down the car window.

“Jimin-ah?  Are you okay having this person with you in the car?”

The omega's quivering voice immediately answered back. “Yes.  Hobi-hyung is one of my best friends.  I work with him and Kookie at the dance studio. Namjoon knows them and trusts them both as well.”

Yoongi briefly considered his options then gave Hobi a curt nod.  "Alright. Go ahead."

Hobi stalked towards the car, muttering a sarcastic, "Thanks, Ant Man" on his way past.

Yoongi barely had time to register the thinly veiled jab at his stature when the one Jimin referred to as Kookie attempted to follow his hyung.

Yoongi brought the gun back up and pointed it at him.

"Nuh-uh.  Sorry.  Not you, pup."

The Alpha directed a defiant stare at Yoongi and was just starting to take another step when Hobi called out to him.

"Jungkook?  Stay where you are, please.  Jimin is struggling enough as it is.  All these additional angsty alpha pheromones you guys are spewing out are just making things worse, okay?"

Jungkook snarled at Yoongi but did as he was told.  He kept his eyes locked on Yoongi as he sauntered back and leaned on the rusty hood of the car in which they'd arrived. The alphas were locked in a silent stare down when suddenly Hoseok's voice rang out once again.

"Hey!  You!  Arnold Shortsenegger!  With the gun!"

Once more dumbfounded at the monumental levels of disrespect being directed at him, Yoongi spluttered out, "Ex-excuse me?"

Hoseok plowed on as if this were an everyday occurrence for him.

“My scent isn’t strong enough to override the stench of that bozo you’re currently using a futon and it's causing Jimin to have an anxiety attack.  Is there anything in here with your smell on it that I can wrap around him until we can get him into a shower?”

Yoongi squelched the dozens of insults he wanted to hurl back and instead focused on the job at hand.

“There are some scent suppressant wipes along with a hoodie and a couple of t-shirts inside the gym bag laying on the passenger seat.  You can use any of them.”

"I can give him mine," Jungkook offered, already reaching to remove his own shirt.

"Sorry, Kookie.  I'm sure he appreciates the offer but the car already reeks of Junior John Wick over there.  If we add any more scents to the equation it might overwhelm him."

Min Yoongi took a deep breath and pushed aside the mounting irritation festering inside him.

"Has Jimin-ah talked to Namjoon yet?" he asked.

 “Yeah, he did.  He’s on his way back as we speak.”

Before Yoongi could ask about the timing of Namjoon's arrival the police arrived.

Hoseok could tell right away that Yoongi knew most of the responding officers and thankfully he was able to use his influence to make things as short and painless as possible for Jimin, convincing the detectives to defer the in-depth debriefing until later.

As the police were dragging the perpetrator away, Yoongi asked one of the officers  to move his car into the empty spot by the elevator, the Beta looking on in confusion as they pushed the car rather than driving it.  Once that had been done, Hobi observed the man tossing a small, round object into the car.  Seconds later, the passenger compartment filled with a fine, white smoke.

The Beta glanced at one of the young officers and gave her a questioning look.

"It's a scent neutralizer," she explained.  "When the smoke clears out then you shouldn't be able to smell anything.  Makes it easier for the Alpha to focus instead of continually being distracted by the aroma of a panicked Omega."

Just then Yoongi walked over, talking with Namjoon on his phone.  He confirmed that Jimin was perfectly safe now but that he would make sure the Omega was secured in their apartment and stand guard outside the door until his mate arrived.

Upon hearing this, Hoseok jumped in.  “I’ll stay inside with him until Joon gets back.”

Seeing the look of relief on Jimin's face at that offer, Yoongi pushed his personal feelings about the beta aside and shrugged.

“Fine.  As long as Jimin and Namjoon agree then I got no problem with that.”

"What about me?" Jungkook asked.

"What about you?" scoffed Yoongi.

"I'm not going to leave my boss and my best friend alone with you," snapped the younger man.

"And again, I'm not putting an aggressive Alpha in an enclosed space with a distressed Omega," shot back Yoongi as he prepared to square off against the muscular youth.

"Oh, sweet Baby Beyonce!" snarled Hoseok.  "Can't you two put a lid on in for five minutes?!"

He jerked his head towards Yoongi's car.  "Jungkook, please stay down here and stand guard over Baby Bruce Lee's car until Joon gets back."

Jungkook's brow scrunched in confusion.  "Why should I give a rat's *** about his car?"

"Because unless I'm mistaken, it appears as if it's the one Chim's going to be riding around in for the foreseeable future and someone needs to make sure that whoever tried to hurt my little buddy just now doesn't come back and try to tamper with it while the Tiny Terminator is guarding the door upstairs."

Yoongi was torn between being wanting to congratulate the Beta on his foresight while simultaneously wanting to smack him for the unrelenting stream of jabs about his stature.

"Fine," Jungkook grumbled.  "But I'm only doing it because you asked."

"Thanks, Kookie.  That's why you're the Alpha I like best," grinned Hobi, as he wrapped his arm around Jimin's shoulder and began guiding him towards the elevator..

"I'm the only Alpha you like, hyung," quipped Jungkook as they walked away.

"Same difference, JK!"  the Beta laughed, happy to see that the comfort of their well worn repartee was bringing a hint of a smile to Jimin's face.

As the trio entered the elevator, Hoseok watched carefully as Yoongi put on a medical grade face mask before moving to the furthest spot away from Jimin and Hobi.  The Alpha fixed his eyes on the wall in front of him and didn't move or speak until they arrived at the appropriate floor.

As soon as the doors to the lift opened, Yoongi drew his weapon and scanned the hallway before motioning for Jimin and Hobi to exit.  He waited for Jimin to enter the security code on the door then silently signaled for the pair to wait in the entry way until he checked to ensure the apartment was safe.

"Alright.  Jimin-ah?  I'll be right outside this door.  If anyone unusual tries to contact you or you feel anything is the least little bit wrong or out of place you yell for me, pronto, okay?"

Jimin gave a weak nod and tried to keep his voice steady as he replied.

"I will.  And...th-thank you, Yoongi-hyung.  I...I don't know what I would've done without you today."

"It's okay, Jimin.  Namjoon-ah will be home soon.  Just rest and relax now."  He shifted his attention to Hoseok.  "And you...I'll be needing to do recon on this dance studio of yours before Jimin returns to work."

Hoseok plastered on a fake smile and gave an over the top salute to the bodyguard.

"Whatever you say, Small Fry Samurai."

Yoongi could feel his eyes starting to twitch as he turned on his heel and marched into the hallway. As the door closed behind him, he removed his mask and assumed a defensive stance, taking a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose as he debated who he wanted to shoot more - the attacker that got away or one of Jimin's friends.

In that moment he was fine with either option.

Notes:

So.... that's the beginning. Anyone interested in seeing what happens next?

As always, kind and constructive feedback is always welcome!

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