World Building Fact:

Kim Jungkook was born in 2013 to father Kim Namjoon and unknown mother. The official documents and birth certificate are sealed.

It caused quite a scandal when the higher Kim pack, consisting of three extremely eligible bachelorettes, and the lower Kim pack, consisting of three Alphas allegedly a part of the mafia, mated each other in 2016.

This is, in part, because of the fact that Kim Seokjin, Jimin, and Taehyung, accepted Kim Jungkook as their heir, despite being only their stepson. Going against the norm, the Omegas recognized Jungkook as their first born, instead of any new children they'd have with their mates.

Only six months after the 6 had mated, Kim Jungkook was seen displaying 6 parenting bites on his wrists, a visible sign of the pack's acceptance.

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World Building Fact:

Heat Termination shots have the ability to dispel an Omega's heat within the hour, and restart an Omega's hormone cycle.

These shots are only available in hospital/emergency settings as they have extremely negative effects on an Omega's fertility, and are recommended to only be taken, at the absolute most, twice a year.

Consistent use of heat termination shots can decrease fertility, increase likehood for miscarriages, and make an Omega incapable of going into heat.

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"Apologies. I only had a change of clothes readily available for Mr. Kim," Seokjin's PA said blankly, intonation just on this side of inhuman, "I had yours sent for an hour ago. They should be arriving shortly."

Tae shrugged, "Fair enough. As long as I can change out of this fucking coat. It's too rough for my pussy."

The PA nodded, unfazed.

"I've also arranged for you and Mss. Kim to receive heat termination shots, if you are agreeable."

Tae blinked. Seokjin would hate it, would likely shake Tae for even considering the idea. More than that, actually. Seokjin had forbidden, actually, legitimately forbidden Tae and Jimin from using heat termination shots.

But really, it wasn't it an option. Kookie was going to need constant attention, and neither Jimin or Taehyung could afford to go into deep Omega-space in the next week and potentially risk scaring him. Moreover, they were dripping slick and smelling like prostitutes at 2 in the afternoon, it just wasn't feasible to keep this up.

"That's fine."

—

The pack was laughing with Kookie, playing Uno and Rock, Paper, Scissors, waiting for Seokjin to arrive so they could speak with Dr. Seong a final time before getting Kookie discharged.

Jimin and Taehyung's bodyguards, Yeontan and Mickey, stood guard at the door, hands behind their backs at attention.

Hoseok had woken up a while ago, feeling a dull ache in his chest and extremely drowsy, but otherwise fine, and even if he wasn't, the sight waiting for him would have immediately made him feel perfect.

Kookie had immediately recognized him, squealing "Papa" and clambering up the hospital bed to see him.

They all had taken this moment of reprieve to change. Reporters were swarming the front of the hospital, somehow figuring out that Jungkook had been admitted to the hospital.

God knew how.

Fucking pests the lot of them. Namjoon huffed.

But even that couldn't really spoil the image in front of him. Jimin and Tae had scrubbed all the blood off of their hands and face and dumped their spoiled, grimy coats in the trash. They'd reapplied their makeup and fixed their hair.

Seokjin's PA had sent someone to the penthouse to grab some of everyone's clothes, so the Omegas were able to change into something proper.

Tae was still changing.

Jimin walked out, wearing a thin, pink silk tank top, tucked into navy, maxi skirt. A heavy diamond necklace glittered around Jimin's neck, matching his delicate earrings and sparkling rings. A corresponding pink, Hermes purse was held casually in Jimin's small hands.

Jimin looked every bit the posh Omega he was, and Namjoon couldn't help but pull the Omega into his arms and press kisses down Jimin's neck. "So pretty."

Jimin giggled, curling into the embrace. "What's so special about it? I've worn this outfit before."

Namjoon purred, hands coming to rest on Jimin's tiny little waist. There was just something so cathartic about seeing Jimin back in all the diamonds he deserved, looking clean and pampered. "You look like you're about to pout your way to the closest Christian Louboutin showroom to spend all my money, and I love it."

Jimin blushed, hiding his face in Namjoon's chest, "Stoppp."

"Spend my money, Jimin," Namjoon said, dipping down to speak into Jimin's ear, "Let Daddy spoil you, hm?"

"Oppa..."

"I think my baby deserves it," the Alpha said, voice alluding to something utterly delightful, "Don't you think my baby deserves a reward?"

Jimin whimpered, hands weakly clutching at Namjoon's arms, and Yoongi coughed loudly.

"Yah- Namjoon. Save your sugar daddy kink for later."

Namjoon turned Jimin around, so his chest was modestly pressed against the Omega's back. Namjoon's hands gently wrapped around Jimin's waist, because he just couldn't help himself. It was just so tiny.

Namjoon looked eyes with Yoongi and smirked, "Don't worry, baby boy, Daddy hasn't forgotten about you."

Not expecting Namjoon to assault him with bedroom eyes, Yoongi jolted, and then blushed, deeply. "T-that's not... I didn't... N-Namjoon, stop."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow playfully, and Yoongi bit his lip, trying his best to absolve his blush. It wasn't working.

Taehyung walked into the hospital room with a laugh. Namjoon bit his lip.

Taehyung walked in wearing a thin, extremely sheer white blouse, tucked a pair of tight navy slacks. A thick Gucci belt was wrapped around his waist, and rings glittered on his fingers. Taehyung looked fresh out of a spread of a magazine.

Jimin might have looked like a pampered omega.

But, Tae looked like he was ready to step on someone.

Fuck, Namjoon was so lucky.

"You're evil, you know that?" Hoseok asked, sitting up straighter and gesturing for Tae to join him on the hospital bed.

Taehyung smirked, walking over to Hoseok, "I know. Anyways, who turned Oppa on?"

Yoongi coughed, hiding his face in his hands.

Jungkook looked up from the phone he was playing on, the sounds of Jungkook's Fortnite character dying making it clear why the pack had his attention. "Mama, Appa isn't a lamp. He can't turn on and off."

Yoongi glared at Taehyung, walking over to Kookie and picking up him, "That's right, baby. Mama's just dumb."

Taehyung gasped, "I am not. Don't insult me in front of my pup."

Yoongi gave Tae and evil smile and turned down to look at Kookie, "Hey, bunny. Is Mama dumb?"

Jungkook, already having gone back to playing Fortnite, didn't even look up, saying distractedly, "Nope, you're dumb for thinking Mama's dumb."

Taehyung squealed and Yoongi rolled his eyes. "That's my baby!"
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Seokjin took one last look in the mirror.

Long, gauzy blush-pink dress, expensive, delicate flower embroidery painting the fabric. A white Chanel trench coat on top. Make up done. Stilettos on. A string of pearls around his neck and a matching pair of earrings. A small Yves Saint Laurent clutch in his hand.

He looked pretty. Modest. Feminine. Omegean.

Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.

Despite that burning scar on his stomach.

He practiced his smiles in the mirror, flashing his teeth and manipulating the corners of his mouth, checking to make sure his expressions looked genuine.

Professional. A blank, serene smile

Intimidating. A slightly twisted flash of his teeth, still more of a smile than a sneer.

Love. Seokjin smiled softly, making his eyes crinkle. It was wrong, at first, but Seokjin curved up his lips and forced a twinkle into his eyes.

He looked at himself.

Perfect.

--

Seokjin's PA brought in a stack of three boxes, "Mr. Kim requested matching suits for Mr., Mr. and Mr. Kim."

"Why?" Taehyung blinked.

The PA tilted her head, "Mr. Kim said something about not wanting to be escorted by a homeless hipster, a walking neon sign, and a black hole cosplay."

Taehyung snorted, "Fair enough. You could just say Namjoon-nim, instead of Mr. Kim? You're very valued, we wouldn't consider it an offense, and it's much more clear."

The Alpha shook her head, sleek ponytail whipping back and forth, "Mr. Kim prefers the opacity and professionalism of the title Mr. Kim."

"But Unnie calls you Oppa?" Tae retorted, "How is that professional?"

The corners of the woman's lips twitched ever so slightly, "Mr. Kim likes to be professional, but he also likes the power dynamic of speaking to me informally while I speak to him formally."

"Fair enough," Tae granted, taking the boxes from her hands, "But, I'd rather you call me, Taehyung-nim."

The PA looked at him, entirely unaffected, smiling smoothly, "You'll have to ask Mr. Kim about that. Let me know if you need anything else, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung groaned as he watched her walk away.

Namjoon laughed, "Talking to her is like talking to a wall, don't feel bad, baby. She doesn't listen to me either."

Taehyung rolled his eyes and threw the boxes at Namjoon, "Shut up and go get dressed, you homeless hipster."

Surprisingly, Namjoon caught the boxes, and he sent Tae a look, silently celebrating the moment. Then, the Alpha set them down with an amused huff, looking for which box was his, "I'd rather look like a homeless hipster than have my fashion sense be described as attempting to cosplay as a black hole."

They both glanced a napping Yoongi, who was wearing a black button down tucked into black slacks, a black mask covering his face.

"I mean. We both still find it attractive," Tae grimaced, "So who's really winning?"

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Guilt.

Seokjin felt guilt eating away at his bones.

The Omega wasn't prone to feeling it. He was well aware that he was an intelligent, capable person. He didn't make mistakes, and he certainly didn't feel bad for hurting people.

But, today, Seokjin felt guilty.

Seokjin didn't want to see Jungkook without knowing exactly what he was going to see. Seokjin wasn't about to touch Jungkook with his chronically bloodstained hands, not until he knew for sure that he wouldn't hurt him.

In some way, Jungkook's seizure was his fault. Seokjin wasn't going to let that happen again. Seokjin wanted to know exactly what he could do and what he couldn't.

Seokjin wasn't ever going to be reckless like that again.

He had lost one pup to being reckless; he wasn't going to lose another.

And, if that meant that Seokjin would have to wait another fifteen minutes in order to see Jungkook, then that's what would happen.

Dr. Seong smiled, bowing and greeting Seokjin with a professional, "Mr. Kim" before turning to the PA with a softer smile, "Hyung."

The PA stumbled slightly, blushing at the title, and Seokjin rolled his eyes. Hopeless, the both of them.

"Dr. Seong," Seokjin greeted, "I was hoping you could tell me about my pup's condition."

The Doctor nodded, walking to a table to grab a folder. She didn't question why Seokjin didn't just go down and ask his mates, or why Seokjin didn't simply go see Jungkook himself, and it was that lack of questioning that made Seokjin keep Dr. Seong around.

His PA leaned over to ask, "Should I go inform the hospital executives that you're ready to speak to them?"

Seokjin shrugged, "I don't see a point. They're all just going to fall over themselves at my feet. There's no need for it, and I'm not exactly in the mood to be showered in repetitious compliments at the moment. Just make sure they're running the same story we are, and... ask Mr. Yeon how his little side venture is going, hm?"

The PA noted, nodding stiffly, "Consider it done, Mr. Kim. Have a lovely day Dr. Seong." before turning on her heel and quickly exiting the room, likely wanting to get away from the very attractive Dr. Seong just as much as she wanted to carry out Seokjin's tasks.

Dr. Seong turned around, looking at Seokjin with warm eyes, "I just wanted to say... you're a great mother."

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, "Pardon?"

The Alpha Doctor shrugged, walking over to Seokjin with Jungkook's file, "Not many step- mothers, would go through so much pain and effort for their step-pups. Your, Mss. Kim's, and Mr. Kim's love for Jungkook is extremely admirable."

Seokjin blinked, not expecting the compliment.

Jungkook was his pup. His heir. Seokjin hadn't thought of Jungkook as a step-pup for over two years. There was no question in Seokjin's mind that he'd die for Jungkook.

Even if Seokjin was to have another pup- though that was now biologically impossible- he'd never consider Jungkook as anything less than his golden firstborn child.

Jungkook was his firstborn child.

It had a difficult pregnancy but if it meant getting Jungkook out of it, then... he'd do it all over again.

He wondered if that was unusual. His head felt funny.

Seokjin frowned, "Know your place, Dr. Seong."

She nodded, bowing her head apologetically, though both she and Seokjin knew that this was more of a pretense they were keeping up more than anything else.

"Apologies, Mr. Kim. Shall we start?"

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Jimin pouted, looking at Yoongi with a frown. The Alpha felt his heart melt.

"Where's Unnie?" he asked. Jimin had been ready to leave ten minutes ago, and the longer they stayed, the more pronounced Jimin's pout became

"Soon, baby. Noona had to talk to hospital executives. He should be on his way down now," Yoongi reassured, hoping to hell that he was right.

Even Namjoon was starting to get antsy.

"Does Eomma not want to see me?" Jungkook asked, softly. Wide, sad eyes pitifully looked at Yoongi, as Jungkook curled closer onto Hoseok's lap.

Yoongi shook his head vehemently, "No, pup, what? Why would you think that?"

Jungkook said, tears welling up in his eyes, "Maybe- maybe Eomma hates me cuz I cried and not strong and because I had that sea-sure and, and-"

"Bunny," Seokjin cooed, appearing in the doorway like an angel dressed in pink and white, "I could never hate you."

At the sight of Seokjin, Jungkook sobbed, squirming in Hoseok's lap, reaching out towards the Omega, "Eomma."

In a rush, Seokjin walked over to the hospital bed, and scooped Jungkook up; Jungkook seemed to fit perfectly in Seokjin's arms, slotting into place like a missing puzzle piece.

Bouncing the pup in his arms, Seokjin softly brushed Jungkook's hair, soothingly cooing at his pup. Jungkook seemed to loosen up immediately, all the invisible weight on the pup's shoulders melted away.

All of a sudden, Jungkook seemed content, more content than he had seemed when giggling with them a few minutes ago.

"You're my brave, little pup, aren't you, baby?" Seokjin cooed, pressing soft kisses into Jungkook's hair.

"Eomma," Jungkook whined, but this was lighter, more pouty than sad.

"Such a brave little baby. I love you so much, darling. My beautiful baby boy," Seokjin praised, "Eomma made you wait a long time, huh?"

"Mmhm," Jungkook nodded into Seokjin's shoulder.

Seokjin seemed to effortlessly fawn over Jungkook, affection pouring from his body, every slight movement tailored to reassure the pup; Seokjin eluded everything soft, maternal, and comforting in the world.

The scent of warm, beautiful, joyful fresh flowers wafted around the room; the scent was almost overwhelmingly sweet and it made Yoongi smile.

"Eomma's so sorry, baby. But, I love you so much. I'm so proud of my pup. My golden baby." Seokjin's voice was warm, so warm and soft, "You were so strong. I could have a better pup. I'm so happy you're safe. I'm so grateful you're safe. Eomma missed you so much."

Jungkook snuffled into Seokjin's shoulder, lulled into happy contentment, he was rubbing his cheek against Seokjin's neck, rubbing his scent onto Seokjin's neck, possessively marking Seokjin as his Eomma.

Kookie hadn't scent-marked anyone else yet, but he hadn't hesitated to mark Seokjin the minute he was in his mother's arms.

"I love you, Jungkookie. I love you so much. I love you more than anything in this world. I love you to the moon and back. I live to love you, baby, and I'm so happy to have you back in my arms," Seokjin pressed his words into Jungkook's hair, saying them like a confession.

"Promise?" Kookie asked softly, like he was worried Seokjin would take his words back.

"I promise, Kookie."

"Good. I also love you lots, all the way to China, Eomma."

Seokjin laughed, the sound strangled through his tears, adjusting Jungkook in his arms, so the pup could look at his face. "Thank you, baby."

The scent of happy pup slowly wafted around the room; Seokjin's face was warm with adoration; the rest of the pack visibly
relaxed.

—
Seokjin looked at Hoseok, Jungkook was still clinging to his side, and Hoseok couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable.

"Are you okay, Hoseok?" Seokjin asked, concern strong in his voice, "The surgeons told me you'll be fine, but..."

He smiled, raising an eyebrow teasingly, "But? You don't feel like trusting the medical professionals?"

Seokjin rolled his eyes, whacking the top of Hoseok's head, "Don't back-talk your noona. I'm trying to be concerned about you, and you're being rude."

Even as pain bloomed at the back of Hoseok's head, the warmth of being cared for made his stomach flutter. Here Seokjin was, only an hour after a panic attack, finding the strength to look after Hoseok. The fact that Seokjin cared so much, made his chest feel tight.

Hoseok chuckled, grasping Seokjin's free hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it, "Please don't worry. I'm in literally no pain right now, even without morphine. And, they said that all the wounded tissue would heal over in a month, tops. I'm fine, noona."

Seokjin didn't look convinced. Really, looking at the Omega, Seokjin's eyes looked rather flat, not as sharp as they'd usually be. It was a subtle thing, and Hoseok could accredit it to any of the dozens of things that happened today, but he made a note of it regardless.

There could not be a universe in which all of Hoseok's mates weren't happy. That simply was not allowed.

"Yah! Don't think I've forgotten our little chat, Hoseokie. You're really going to get a talking to about not disclosing important information when we get home." Yoongi reminded, a simmering anger in his words.

Hoseok winced at the reminder, looking up at Seokjin, only to see the Omega raising his eyebrow, "Oh?"

--

In the end, the Kim clan walked out of the hospital at 5 PM, cutting through the crowd of reporters towards the staple, black Rolls Royce SUV. The six mates looked especially dapper, though particularly aloof. It should be noted all the Alphas wore matching Armani suits worth fifteen million won each.

Kim Seokjin, Omegan CEO of Kim Hospital Corp, was in the front, walking confidently with his usual serene, unaffected expression. In his arms, cuddled tight against his step-mother' chest, was Kim Jungkook, the Kim empire's young heir, who seemed rather shaken from his recent kidnapping. The usually bright, upbeat pup refused to even look up from his Mother's neck.

Kim Taehyung, former CEO of Vante Pharma, was striking in black and white, making a statement in his usual masculine suits, wearing his favorite designer: Gucci. He was escorted by Alpha Kim Yoongi, current CEO of Vante Pharma, who took special care to shield Mr. Taehyung from the flashing lights of paparazzi cameras.

Kim Jimin, owner of several night clubs in Seoul, was embracing his feminine side with his outfit, wearing bright colors from Chanel's 2019 spring fashion collection. He was being escorted by his mate Kim Hoseok, philanthropist and head of the Kim foundation, whose ever-present smile was notably absent today, as he gently led his small mate towards the car.

At the back of the group, Kim Namjoon, ever the perfectly obedient Alpha mate and owner of the largest casino in Korea, was at the back, carefully watching his mates enter the car, no doubt wanting to ensure the safety of all of his mates after the recent kidnapping stint.

We wish Kim Jungkook a steady recovery and hope the perpetrators are tried to the fullest extent of the law.