Chapter 1: Omega

Jungkook had a normal upbringing.

He'd been a low-income kid who got free government lunches, he played video games late at night, and his mother tended to leave him alone for days on end while out serving alphas, but other than that Jungkook hadn't ever considered his upbringing to be bad.

Well, not bad enough to reason how he'd ended up here. 

Jungkook had taken all of the omega self defense lessons in school, he'd always pretended to be on the phone with a “boyfriend” when walking alone, and he had never done a single drug in his life; so how the hell had he ended up here?

He thought about it a lot. 

Jungkook couldn't remember much of that night. He recalled the sounds of laughter coming from his mother’s room and the smoke that pillowed under her door - it always made him feel nauseous, he hated drugs.

Then, he recalled the gunshots and the screams.

Everything was a blur from the moment their apartment front door was kicked down, he recalled the pain when he begged for mercy and was granted a swift hit to his head that knocked him right out.

Then, when he'd awoken he'd been greeted with the room he'd call home for the next year.

It was a grimy, damp spot in the basement. It smelled of mold and mildew, but Jungkook never complained too much, he had learned better by now.

At least now he had lights down here and even some towels and water.

After all, he was just an omega, he didn't deserve light, bedding, or clean clothes. Jungkook deserved whatever alphas gave to him, no more.

Jungkook wondered sometimes if someone ever looked for him, if his mother ever even reported him missing, but the thought of it only hurt more because he knew she hadn't.

The police would only say it seemed like another kidnapped seventeen year old they couldn't be bothered to look for; Jungkook was an omega, it hardly mattered what people did to him.

Omegas were born to sit still and be silent. They should always keep their heads down and mouths zipped, and do anything their alpha wanted.

Jungkook thought it was bullshit.

He'd spent seventeen years of his life dealing with alphas that tried to growl at him into submission, he'd been pushed into corners and had hands run all over his body without permission, and he'd always won in those battles - always ran off unscathed.

Jungkook missed those times.

Now, when they came into his space, it was always a bad sign. It was always to either hit him a little or use his body and each time it happened Jungkook retreated far, far away to a time where he'd been unpresented and positive he'd be an alpha.

The truth was, now he knew he was born to be an omega. 

Jungkook was ashamed of it. He was ashamed of the slick that gathered between his legs just at an alpha's order and the fact that his instincts didn't mind being passed around by strange men and women - although Jungkook completely minded. 

Omegas were weak, like Jungkook. So he knew being an omega had been the true second gender for him. 

If things had turned out differently, Jungkook would probably be happy settling down with a beta - he didn't mind them, they smelled okay and were gentle with him when they came down to use him. 

Well, not gentle, but compared to the alphas they were.

But now Jungkook was a whore.

When he'd been taken down here a year ago, there had been more omegas, they had whispered grand stories of escaping, but everytime footsteps came down the stairs it crushed that hope in his chest. 

Jungkook had seen too much at this point to ever have hope in escaping anymore. 

It showed in how he'd gone from screaming and crying to laying there and taking whatever was dished out at him. 

Now, Jungkook just sulked and listened to the water droplets leaking into a puddle by the water heater in the corner and scratched another line into the bricks each morning they threw bread down the stairs for him, but today there hadn't been bread.

Jungkook was worried.

Bread was stable everyday since he'd been here, and he knew they were still there. Upstairs sounded just as loud as it was when they threw their drug parties which meant sometime soon Jungkook would be dragged out by the back of his neck to either be a punching bag or a whore - sometimes both.

But it had just been three days since the last one and normally they gave him a week to recover and heal because “a used omega was an unwanted omega.” 

Jungkook needed that week; he needed that time to convince himself that the cut on his head wasn't that bad - he'd taken worse kicks before - and that his fever wasn't too warm, although he'd been sweating all day nonstop.

Panic settled in.

It settled in his bones as he curled up in his spot beside the laundry machine, pressing against the icy metal in hopes it would cool down his fever. 

“- the fucking key, asshole! Give us the fucking key!” 

Jungkook startled, the grogginess he felt becoming an afterthought upon the sound of the basement door opening.

He jumped up immediately. 

Stand and submit stand and submit-

Cat-like eyes looked down at him from the top of the stairs, thin pink lips pressed in a fine line. The alpha smelled of blood and vanilla - a strange but nice combination - and he had a pistol in hand and wore all black from head to toe. 

Jungkook avoided eye contact as he sank down to press into the concrete floor, knees on the floor and hands on his thighs as he tilted his neck to the side and waited.

He waited and waited for the alpha to yank him up by his hair, or maybe by his shirt - he'd had that happen a few times - and drag him upstairs to throw in a pit of alphas and occasionally betas. 

“Is that smell you?” 

Jungkook startled, nails digging into his legs - why was he speaking to him? Why? That's against the rules-

“Omega, is that scent you? Look at me.” 

Jungkook obeyed in an instant, looking up at the alpha and replying, “I am your only choice, alpha. I am the only one left. I'm sorry.” 

Perhaps the alpha didn't like not having a choice in omegas.

The alpha snarled, “I'll fucking kill them-” hand moving to brush dark hair off his forehead before turning to shove the doors behind him all the way open and then immediately moving to rush down the steps.

“Sh, I got you. You're mine, sunshine.” 

Jungkook swallowed hard when fingers wiped at the blood on his cheek. He wasn't sure how filthy his face was, it's been a while since he showered or saw himself. 

They'd taken the mirror from the bathroom when Jungkook had broken it and used a shard to try and protect one of the other omega girls - it hasn't worked anyway. 

“Look at you.” It was more of an angry growl than a comment, then the alpha was shifting to pick Jungkook up, making a handful of furious sounds as he leaned into the omega's neck. 

Jungkook sat there, as stiff as a board, because alphas didn't want his scent on them, he knew that. Why would this alpha try to scent him like this- why was he bringing him upstairs gently- why… 

Why was there blood all over the kitchen floor?

Usually the blood didn't get there until after he'd been beaten bloody; they'd make him clean up his own blood the next morning. Because Jungkook was the one who made the mess. 

“Just one second, sunshine. Give me one second.” The alpha crooned, “Cover your ears a moment.” 

Jungkook instantly did so, expression extremely confused as he looked at the alpha.

“Don't kill him yet! Hold on!” He yelled, so loud that despite covering his ears he could hear the alpha - he supposed the alpha hadn't meant for him not to hear, but just not to hurt his ears, because he was given soft eyes when the alpha whispered, “Okay, remove them.” 

“You're a good listener,” The alpha praised, pressing a kiss to the side of Jungkook's neck as he moved between rooms, “Good boy.” 

Jungkook flushed. Heart picking up as he looked at his feet dangling off over the alpha’s arms - they were absolutely filthy. 

Then again, his entire body was filthy and he stunk horribly, there was nothing to be done about that right now, but as he was looking down he noticed something that made him recoil.

Bodies. Fresh bodies littered the floor, some still holding alcohol bottles and others still squirming and choking. 

Jungkook felt this warm feeling running in his veins and had no idea if it was because of fear or relief. 

“- you say another fucking word I'll blow your goddamn brains out! Don't fucking dare-”

Jungkook's eyes immediately moved to lock on the alpha’s in the entryway of the home - it was instinct and reflex, always know where alphas are, so he was prepared when they demanded he drop to his knees for them.

“What the?” One of them was a little shorter than the others, his dark hair hanging over his eyes as he came closer. His nostrils flared about three feet away, then he licked his lips and closed his eyes for a moment before growling, eyes flickering to Jungkook's, “It's you. Yoongi hyung, is it really him?”

“It's really him, Jimin.” 

“Yoongi hyung found our omega.” 

Jungkook let out a small confused sound, but quickly regretted it when every head spun to look at him from around the room. 

He ducked his head.

“Let me see that fucker.” The alpha holding him - Yoongi - said suddenly, carrying Jungkook over and promptly shoving him into a wide chest. 

The other alpha looked relatively shell shocked, he had blood splatter on his shirt and neck, and looked down at Jungkook like he wasn't even on Earth anymore.

Jungkook glanced at him a few times before his eyes flickered to Yoongi’s back, watching the thin alpha walk across the room to the corner and-

Jungkook let out a gasp.

“You know him, little one?” 

Jungkook didn't even bother looking to see who has said that, he nodded, lip trembling as he reached up to scratch at a scar on his neck uncomfortably. 

The bite itched sometimes - he still remembered all the pain of that bite when it happened. 

It was what made him realize he had to be obedient; they'd threatened him for weeks that if he kept fighting someone would give him a mating bite just so he could go through the torture of his body rejecting it.

Jungkook would never forget that - to be bitten by someone other than your designated mate was literal torture.

To see the alpha who had done it now cried and cowardly hid behind his hands, sitting in the corner like Jungkook had tried to do so, so many times. Jungkook mused that he was even soaked in blood just like he had been - how ironic.

“Namjoon, set him down.” Yoongi demanded, grabbing the alpha’s hair and yanking his head back against the wall harshly. The alpha screamed. “Do you know this omega?” 

“What the fuck do you want with- fuck!” The alpha screamed out when the other smaller alpha - Jimin, Jungkook would remember - came forward and pressed a knife against his throat. 

“He asked you a goddamn question!” 

“I- I'm sorry- I'm sorry- it's… it's, uh…” 

“Omega..” Jungkook whispered under his breath as Namjoon set him to his feet; he didn't mean for anyone to hear it, but it set off an echoing of snarls and hisses.

“No, doll face,” Namjoon murmured as he shifted to bend down to Jungkook's level and smooth a hand over his cheek. His thumb rubbed intensely at a spot beside his eye and Jungkook knew he was far too filthy. “Your name, your actual name-”

“You don't even know his fucking name?” Jimin screamed as he pressed the knife harder against the man’s throat.

The alpha wailed a sound and threw a hand out towards a cabinet, “There- There's records! W-We kept some things and-”

“Fucking souvenirs for your sick mind?” The alpha furthest from Jungkook hissed out like venom, blood marking all of his solid black clothes and gun still sitting in his palm as he turned to walk towards the cabinet.

Jungkook focused eyes on the broken glass window as he debated on speaking up and answering them, but he was an omega and omegas shouldn't speak unless spoken to - he'd already messed up once even whispering.

“Taehyung. Find it?” 

Eyes flickered to the alpha as he flipped through a box. Cursing, he dumped it out across the floor and knelt down to look at the items before pulling out a plastic, square card. 

“It's…” Taehyung began, voice turning cold and dark as he hissed, “It's his fucking student ID card. He was just a kid- you motherfucke-” Taehyung began to storm towards the alpha with bloodlust in his eyes before a broad-shouldered alpha intercepted him to take the card.

“Jeon Jungkook.” 

Jungkook twisted to look at the alpha in a second, pressing his bare feet together and trying not to feel too excited - he hadn't heard his name in a long while.

“Jungkook..”

“Seokjin hyung, let's save that. And all the other items too.” Namjoon commented swiftly.

There were repeated murmurs of it until Jimin spat, “You fucking took our omega, you goddamn pig. You tortured our omega and you're going to fucking-”

“Jimin.” The last alpha Jungkook had yet to hear spoke, eyes narrowed in thought, “Why don't we give Jungkook a turn to talk to him.” 

Talk? Jungkook's eyes went huge and he immediately began to take a step back, running right into Namjoon’s chest.

“Good idea, Hoseok.” Seokjin praised.

The alpha wrapped arms around his shoulders gently and leaned down to press his lips beside Jungkook's ear as he motioned at the alpha. “He's done horrible things to you, right?” 

Jungkook nodded, swallowing hard.

“Now wouldn't you like to see him in pain? Hm?” Namjoon said in a soothing tone, “What has he done to you, Jungkook? Has he… cut you? Burned you? Hit you?” 

The omega shivered, nails digging into his palms as he gave a stiff nod. 

Jimin growled from the other side of the room, looking at Yoongi before removing his pocket knife and stepping to the side. 

“Now is your chance.” Hoseok prompted, motioning in the direction of the beaten alpha, “Otherwise, you do not have to do anything and we will take care of it. Is there anything you'd like to say or do before we go?” 

Jungkook felt a lump form in his throat as he looked around - was this a joke? Alphas asking him if he - an omega - wanted to hit an alpha?

Jungkook could literally be killed for so much as looking at an alpha the wrong way; he couldn't hurt an alpha.

But god did he want to.

He'd spent his entire life hiding in the shadows of alphas, being afraid of his own steps, and so conditioned to look out for alphas that Jungkook would shake even just leaving the house to go to school. 

And then, for the past year, all of his nightmares became reality and every effort he'd put into avoiding alphas had gone to waste because Jungkook learned he'd always been a toy and would always be one.

Jungkook was angry. The anger consumed him and ate away at his soul and left this tiny, black hole where his heart used to be.

“Yes.” 

Jungkook felt fingers run through his matted hair as Namjoon whispered this proud, “There you go, doll.” 

Jungkook internally preened with the alpha praising him, quickly moving to come closer to the mess in the floor before staring at the alpha on the ground in the eyes. 

It bothered the alpha, it was clear. An omega looking him in the eye was disrespectful - Jungkook learned that after the fourth punch he'd been given.

“Go ahead, sunshine.” Yoongi said softly, “I've got him. He's not going anywhere-”

“Omega,” The alpha on the floor growled quietly, “Don't you-” He raised a hand as if to grab Jungkook.

Jungkook saw red and before he knew it his foot was stepping right on the alpha's palm. A scream sounded and it flooded Jungkook with adrenaline as he yelled, louder, “Who's the omega bitch now?” 

Nobody stopped him.

Jimin smiled at him when he shifted to hold the alpha’s hands behind his back. 

Jungkook felt his heart begin to pump in his ears as he bent down to grab the alpha’s throat, face red with fury, “You sick fuck!” 

“What did he do to you, Jungkook?” There was a deep, dark rumbling voice behind him as Taehyung purred, “Tell him, baby boy. Tell him how you hurt.” 

Jungkook's nostrils flared, he felt wetness running down his cheeks as he dug nails into the alpha’s throat, his face was turning purple from the pressure.

Jungkook laughed humorlessly, “Remember that time you threw me outside?” His throat cracked when he continued, letting go of the alpha as he added, “it was in the negatives outside and I was naked.” 

There wasn't a response; Seokjin made one step towards them and growled, “He asked you A. Fucking. Question.” 

“No!” The alpha snapped at Jungkook, all sharp teeth and growls, “Bitch! I only remember your whore ass being passed around like a used-”

Yoongi grabbed the alpha and threw him down onto the floor, placing a knee on his chest as the alpha cried out and pressing a gun against his temple. “You pathetic piece of shit! You saying that about my omega? Huh? You motherfucker!” 

Jungkook felt his hands shake, the adrenaline rush coming down as he watched Yoongi begin to hit him with the bud of the gun, blood splashing everywhere when the alpha coughed it up.

“Come on,” Jimin urged Jungkook with a gentle hand, fingers offered, “Come here, my love.” 

Jungkook sank into the alpha's side, tiredness flooding through him so fast that he nearly sank down to the carpets after the third step.

Jimin would never let that happen though - he was quick to scoop up the malnourished, beaten omega. “You've done well, Jungkook. You must be tired, love.” 

“Poor thing looks like he hasn't had a good rest in a while,” Hoseok tsked, coming to Jimin’s side to swipe hair from Jungkook’s brow before his eyes darkened and he whispered, “Baby has a fever too.” 

“Fever?” Seokjin hissed, the box of items in his hands as he gathered his gun off the counter into his back pocket and put hands out, “Give me him, we'll wait in the car - Taehyung, come with me. Everyone else cleans up and… and Hobi, make sure you write the signature clearer this time.” 

Jungkook had it in himself to whine when he was jolted into another set of arms, eyes half lidded as everything crashed down on him.

“Oh, we're going to love you up. You're a sweetheart I can tell. Just what we need,” He heard Seokjin rumble, but now Jungkook was much more interested in the sky as he was taken outside - it had been a while since he'd seen the stars. 

Taehyung seemed to notice, eyes flickering from Jungkook's face, then up at the sky as he unlocked the van. “You like them.” 

Jungkook looked at the alpha, running eyes over the soft curve of his lips and the beauty mark on his nose. “I like it, it's pretty.” 

“You're pretty,” Taehyung said instantly, sending him a wink and a half smirk before adding, “Prettiest thing I've ever seen, really.” 

Then, the alpha turned to climb into the van and Jungkook sighed as Seokjin set him inside the door, running a gentle hand over Jungkook's back before the omega crawled into the backseat. 

“We will be right back, little one.”

Jungkook wasn't sure if he was supposed to respond to that, so he nodded a tiny bit before obediently crawling to Taehyung when the alpha patted his lap. 

“Tae,” Seokjin sent him a stern look, “Don't stress him out.” 

Taehyung ignored that in favor of grabbing a spare jacket out of the seat beside him and wrapping it around Jungkook before pressing his lips gently to the omega's hair for a soft kiss.

Jungkook was much too tired to do anything, so he opted to just lay his head against Taehyung's collarbone.

“Is this okay?” Taehyung asked after a moment, moving a hand to hold Jungkook's fingers across the omega’s lap.

Jungkook had no idea what to say - he'd never been asked something like that before.

“Yes, alpha.” 

Taehyung hummed a sound and pressed a kiss to Jungkook's ear. “Get some sleep, love bug.” 

Jungkook passed out in seconds.

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