Jungkook smiled as he sat on the couch and watched Jimin and Prince play patty-cake while sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce in front of each other. Jimin had forgotten about the incident before and the mafia had moved on from Jessica the best they could. They were planning on what to do for their mission coming soon. Jimin held Prince's hands and smiled at him. Jungkook chuckled before getting off the couch and sitting with them.

"Having fun?"

Prince nods happily with a huge smile and Jungkook pinches his cheek.

There was a knock at the door and Jungkook stood up, opening it only for a group of people to rush in. Jimin grabs Prince and holds him close to his body as a group of men pin Jungkook down to the ground.

"Let go!" He yells as he sees Jesibelle walk into his house.

She smirked as she called for her men to take Prince from Jimin.

"Daddy!" Prince cried out as he was taken out of the house.

"Prince!" Jungkook screams as he struggles against the men holding him down.

His heart shatters as his son disappears. Whatever was left of his heart was demolished when he watched Jimin get picked up and taken away.

"Jungkook! Please! Help me!" Jimin screams and sobs as he's taken away. Being completely manhandled.

Jungkook fights against the men and starts to cry.

"Jimin!"

Then before he knew it, as he screamed for them, something metal came into contact with his head and all he saw was black.

His body jerked awake as he was breathing hard, hand on his chest as he looked around his room. Immediately getting out of bed and throwing the door open. Checking Prince's room to see him sleeping soundly, holding the arm of the huge bear plushie Jimin bought him. He sighed a breath of relief before checking Jimin's room. He too was asleep as was Axel. But he awoke to the sound of the door opening. Jungkook exhaled as he slowly shut the door, leaning against it.

He hadn't had dreams like that since Prince was a baby. The whole Jessica situation brought it all back for him.

He walked back to his room and grabbed his phone, checking the time before deciding to get up and get dressed.

He wore a black button up shirt, black pants, black socks, and black shoes. Pairing it with a black jacket. The usual attire. He walked out of his room and down stairs, he opened the door after hearing the doorbell ring throughout the house, his mafia entering. They all sit in the living room discussing different things before the door opens, revealing a tired Jimin with an equally tired Prince on his hip. They both had messy hair. Jimin was wearing some grey shorts with a white shirt and Prince had on a onesie with black and white strips all over it.

"Breakfast?" He asks with a tired smile.

Jungkook eyes everyone telling them to decline. Jimin, clearly tired.

"Ah, no thank you." Lisa smiles before bowing her head to him.

"Are you sure?" Jimin frowns.

Everyone nods.

"Hmm, okay." Jimin nods before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Everyone looks to Jungkook who seems unnerved with Jimin and Prince being out of his view. He was fidgety and flipping through papers.

"You okay?" Namjoon asks.

Jungkook looks up and nods before looking back at the papers. Jungkook threw the papers down and covered his eyes. Leaning forward onto his knees, sighing.

"Death." He calls.

"Yes?" Ryan answers as he looks up from the plan and looks at Jungkook.

"How's the training coming?" He looks up to Ryan who's eyes widen slightly. Jungkook can see Yoongi tense in the corner of his eye and saw Hoseok's worried face as he looked across the room at Yoongi.

"Oh, it's fine. She's a quick learner so it's going well." Ryan nods.

He nods before looking at Yoongi.

"If you want to call this whole thing off you can." Jungkook says groggily to Yoongi who looks up at the ceiling.

"She really wants to do this. I really want to say no but she's so sure she can do it. You just have to keep your promise." Yoongi smiles softly to Jungkook who rubs his chin before nodding.

Jungkook stands up after grabbing his papers and looks around at everyone.

"We have a lot to do."

—

Yoongi sat by a window and looked down at the busy street from afar. He felt someone sit behind him and kiss the back of his neck.

"Relax. Your shoulders are tense." Hoseok whispers, rubbing his shoulders.

"I can't relax, not even a little bit. I just feel like Ryan training her isn't enough. I know it'll be better for her to understand. But, we were all trained by Jungkook but I guess he would be too intense for her to work with. But, that's what worries me. If she can't match Jungkook's extreme, how is she to match the people will be confronted with." Yoongi exhales heavily as he leans back into Hoseok's chest.

Hoseok places multiple kisses onto Yoongi's temple before placing his chin on top of Yoongi's head.

"You can always do like he said and call it all off."

"She'd never forgive me if I did."

"And you'd never forgive yourself if she got hurt."

Yoongi sniffled as he turned around and buried his face into Hoseok's chest.

"Seokie, is she gonna be okay?"

"I don't know Yoongs, I don't know."

"I really don't like that answer." Yoongi hugged Hoseok tighter as he rubbed his face in his chest.

—

Jungkook flipped his pen between his fingers as he listened to Lisa and Namjoon speak to him.

"We really should take a normal approach. No one is going to pay us any mind. If we walk into the club as if we're just there, we can find who we're looking for a lot easier." Lisa reasons.

"Are you forgetting that Jesibelle has been attacking a lot more frequently? She could easily have her people see and find us." Namjoon explains. "We should take a hidden, somewhat secret, way."

Jungkook threw his pen down and inhaled sharply as he rubbed his hands over his face.

"How about this?" He shrugs.

"Why don't we have some enter the club normally, then some take a hidden way? That way, the people entering the club can see what's happening and tell the people who take the hidden way where it's safe." Jungkook looks at both of them tiredly.

Lisa and Namjoon look at each other and nod.

"I'll write out the plans." Lisa bows before leaving the room.

"I'll write down who's going where." Namjoon nods before bowing as well and leaving.

Jungkook leans back in his chair.

This job was never easy. It'd be ignorant of him to ever say it was. But just recently, the stress is definitely getting to him. He already had a migraine that kicked him out of commission. He had to kill one of his own. And now, the youngest in their group, other than his son, is going on a mission. He had papers to sign and missions to plan. He has been spending less time with his son recently and it's starting to take a toll. His body ached and his thoughts swirled everywhere in his mind. Other than his son, only one thing could possibly take over his swirling thoughts.

"King." A voice spoke as the door opened.

He looked up to the beta in front of him.

"Yes?"

"There's someone here to see you."

He stepped aside and revealed a smiling Jimin. He was wearing a pink skirt that had a band around the waist, hugging his waist. It stopped at his midthigh, his thigh tattoo on full display. For a top he wore a pink floral french summer crop top. The waist part is see-through and fitted to his body. He wore a pair of pink heels with ribbons to tie around his ankle. It was a thick platform heel. He had tied the ribbons into bows. He also wore white socks that go a little past his ankles, on the sides also had pink flowers. He wore a sparkly lip gloss and a soft pink eyeshadow.

"Hiya!" He smiled leaning forward.

Jungkook's eyes widened as he stood up quickly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asks quickly as his eyebrows furrowed.

"Rude." Jimin frowns as he approaches Jungkook's desk.

Jungkook rushes around his desk and shoos the beta to leave, which he does, before looking at Jimin who had his arms crossed.

"You shouldn't be here. Especially not now. Where's my son?"

Jimin looks up to him with a pout.

"He's with your workers."

"You brought him here?!"

Jimin nods slowly watching as Jungkook tiredly rubs his forehead. Jungkook sat at his desk and picked up the phone on his desk, dialing a number before someone picked up.

"Is he with you?" He asks into the phone.

After a few minutes of silence he sighs and nods.

"Okay, great."

He hangs up the phone then leans back.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm worried about you." Jimin walks over to Jungkook and sits on his desk, crossing his right leg over his left.

Jungkook turns his head against his chair.

"Why?"

"You came home yesterday and didn't speak to anyone. You didn't groan in annoyance at my friends being there. You didn't eat dinner. You went straight to your room and didn't come out until this morning. You haven't spent time with your son in so long, Jungkook." Jimin frowns as he grips the desk he was sitting on.

"Jimin-"

"Just spend a few minutes with him. I'm sure he'd be thankful for that." Jimin tries.

"There's too much happening right now." Jungkook shakes his head.

"Jungkook, he cried this morning." Jimin exhales as he looks up then back at Jungkook who shuts his eyes tightly, gripping the arm of his chair.

"Why is this so hard?" Jungkook whispers to himself.

"Come on." Jimin puts his hand out for Jungkook to take, which he does.

Jimin jumps down off the desk and pulls him to the door. Jungkook watched as Jimin pulled him by his hand. Noticing how small Jimin's hand was in his. He also took notice of the blue flower tattoo on Jimin's shoulder. Jimin truly was gorgeous. An omega of pure beauty. Everything about him added to the masterpiece he is.

As soon as Jungkook saw his pup he smiled sadly, seeing him looking down with a pout as he colored something.

"Bear." Jimin called and Prince looked up and grinned when he saw Jungkook.

He got up and ran to Jungkook who bent down and hugged the babe. Holding him tightly before leaning back, pecking his forehead.

"Daddy! I drew you a picture!"

"Yeah?"

"Mhm!"

Prince ran off then came back with a picture of three people. One was tall, the other was a little shorter, than the last was the size of a child. The tallest one was labeled "Daddy", the second tallest was labeled "Minmin", then the last labeled "me."

Jungkook smiled and kissed Prince's forehead.

"It's beautiful."

Prince giggled before Jungkook stood up. He watched as Prince ran back to coloring with Yong-sun.

"I get that it's hard and everything, I do. But you can't reject your pup."

"I'm not rejecting him." Jungkook folds the paper and slides it into his pocket.

Jimin turns to Jungkook who's watching his son.

"Jungkook-"

"No. I have things to prepare for today. Important things are happening and I'm completely stressed with what I have to do. I don't have time to play tea party with my son right now." Jungkook turns to Jimin.

Jimin furrows his eyebrows as he turns his body completely to Jungkook.

"I'm not saying that you have to do that. I'm saying take two minutes out of your day to just spend time with your son."

"I will, once I finish everything I need to do."

"So you're telling me you can't spend half a minute with your son right now?"

"That's not what I'm saying-"

"Why even have a kid if you aren't going to take care of them?"

"I do take care of him!"

"It doesn't seem like you're doing it well if he thinks you hate him."

Jungkook rolls his eyes before seeing Prince look at them with big eyes then pushes Jimin into a room, holding his shoulders and ushering him in.

"Don't fucking touch me, right now." Jimin snatched himself from Jungkook.

"I've been doing your job for you. I get you're busy and I get your work is hard. But your son is growing up thinking you don't love him, your son is growing up knowing his father is there but not there! Why would you even have him if you weren't going to take care of him?"

"I didn't plan any of this!" Jungkook yelled.

"Then why did you have him?!" Jimin screamed back.

"I didn't mean to have him!" Jungkook barked.

"I didn't even know he was born. He was just on my doorstep one day and I kept him. It was the most terrifying thing. Having a child while doing this kind of job. I have no idea how my mothers did it." Jungkook huffed as he leaned against the wall next to the door as Jimin stood in the middle of the room.

Jimin's eyes widened slightly as he inhaled sharply before turning around. Jungkook began to speak again.

"I don't even know who gave birth to him." He laughed humorlessly as he covered his eyes.

"And you're the last person I need telling me I need to spend time with him." Jungkook drags his hand down his face.

Jungkook watches as Jimin slowly walks to stand in front of him and looks into his eyes.

"Fine. I'll stop pushing it. I guess it isn't my place to tell you what to do with your time or how to raise your son. Just..." Jimin sighs before rubbing his temple. "Will you be home on time this time?"

Jungkook nods. "Yeah."

Jimin gives him a small smile.

"Good. I'll go get going, then." Jimin reaches for the door knob before Jungkook holds his hand in place on the door knob. His nose near Jimin's head as he speaks.

"I get you're worried about me and Prince but it's okay. I don't mind you reminding me every now and again to get my head out of my ass and pay attention to him. But right now, there's a lot on my plate, okay?" He whispers to Jimin who nods.

Jungkook steps back and lets Jimin leave the room before walking out and little after him.

"Come on, Bear." Jimin smiles as he holds his hand out to Prince who runs and grabs it with a smile.

Jungkook walks to them and squats down, hugging Prince and kissing the top of his head.

"I'll see you at home, okay?"

Prince nods with a smile. Jungkook stands up and looks at Jimin who makes eye contact with him.

"See you at home, then." Jimin smiles.

Jungkook nods as Jimin begins to walk off.

"Wait uhm." Jungkook steps forward, causing Jimin to look back.

"You look nice."

Jimin laughs. "Thanks."

Then the omega disappeared with the hazel-eyed pup.

"Whipped much?" Yong-sun giggled.

"How can I be whipped if he's not even mine?" Jungkook's eyes widened as he looked at Yong-sun who smirked.

"Not yours, yet." She walked off giggling.

—

Liz giggled as he was lifted up and twirled by the alpha he had met up with at a coffee shop nearby.

Taehyung put him down with a huge smile, still hugging Liz.

"Is your dad off your back now?"

Liz sighs as he holds Taehyung's waist, walking to a nearby park.

"I guess. He hasn't brought it up again."

"Has Jimin screamed to you about him showing up at their house?"

Liz shook his head as they reached a bench and sat down.

"Well, last year was a lot." Taehyung sighed.

"The end of last year was a lot. Jimin was fucking shot." Liz slammed his back against the bench before crossing his arms.

"Oh yeah, then some super rich guy comes and says hey come watch my kid, I'll pay you." Taehyung laughs.

"Do you think this year will be any calmer?" Liz turns to Taehyung who shrugs.

"Maybe it'll be crazier."

"Oh, hush."

Taehyung bit his lip.

"Yeah, maybe it'll get crazier starting now." He sat up and leaned towards Liz who snorted then turned to him.

"What're you-"

Liz's eyes widened as he felt Taehyung's lips on his. Taehyung's large hand holding his face. His index finger under his ear and thumb rubbing Liz's cheek. Liz didn't respond and just stared wide eyed. Taehyung slowly pulled away, still holding Liz's face who blinked at him.

"T-Tae."

"I want us to change this year."

"Taehyung-"

"Please, Lizzie."

Liz pushed Taehyung away as he held his hands to his heart.

"Don't call me that."

"Liz-"

"I don't need this right now. You know I don't! Taehyung, why would you do that?!" Liz sobbed as Taehyung panicked.

"Fuck! Liz! I'm sorry. I fucked up! Act like it never happened! I never said that!"

Liz stood up and got ready to walk off before Taehyung grabbed Liz's wrist.

"Please. I'm sorry. Just forget it happened. I don't want to lose you, again." Taehyung spoke brokenly.

Liz stopped struggling as Taehyung stood up and hugged him. Holding him tightly as the omega sobbed. Taehyung exhaled and cursed as he rested his chin on Liz's head.

"Don't do that." Liz huffs.

"I know now. I'm sorry." Taehyung sighs as he shuts his eyes tightly.

Why does it have to be like this? Taehyung asked himself as the omea began to calm down. No longer crying just sniffling the alpha's grasp.

He guesses Liz isn't ready for anything yet.

—