Third person pov

Taehyung looked at the figure of the standing male who was frowning as he stared at a few papers in his hand. The built body was tense and stiff like as if he was uncomfortable.

Matie...

Taehyung bites on his lip to hold back sobs. His heart longed for him. He wanted the male close to himself.

So it is him. I can't believe it! It's him. Jeon Jungkook is my mate!

His wolf confirms his thoughts by howling in happiness.

His heart swells with utter love, he swore he couldn't ever feel happier. This was his dream moment; he had always wanted this, to meet his mate.

He was sure that the elder will embrace him and never let go of him, he will have someone to love him unconditionally like Jimin and his mother did.

The feelings for Jungkook which he had hidden deep within himself, came out again and this time he wasn't guilty. He was happy, ecstatic.

He couldn't wait anymore and took a step forward, freezing when Jungkook suddenly starts walking in his direction, his attention still on the papers.

Taehyung felt so damn giddy, he couldn't take his eyes off the elder but wondered why he wasn't even looking up at him.

But his happiness suddenly got crushed down and utter shock took over his body when Jungkook just walked past him, ignoring his presence.

Taehyung's wide eyes which were filled with tears of happiness were now filled with shock.

He stared at the place his mate was in a while ago. The scent started fading away, his mate was going farther and farther away from him.

He gasped slightly, heart sinking.

Why did he walk by like he didn't even notice I'm here?

His wolf howled, now not in happiness but in rejection. He felt the sudden ecstatic feeling vanish, pain and hurt taking its place.

Why did he not look at me with loving heart eyes and embrace me like it always happens in the stories I read?

His knees buckled, pain flooding his body but this time it wasn't because of getting hit or abused.

It was the pain of sadness which definitely hurt more than anything else.

Why did it seem like he doesn't even know I'm his mate?

The thought was enough to make him crush down. He had had enough already. His soft self couldn't take it anymore.

His body finally gave out again. His body falling limp but it didn't crash down on the floor as he felt hands wrap around him, securely holding him up.

"Taehyung?!" He heard an oh, so familiar voice, a voice he's been dying to hear from the past three years. That was the last thing he heard before he passed out.

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Taehyung jerked awake from his slumber and looked around the dark cell immediately. He remembered exactly what had happened before he passed out.

He definitely realized the sweet voice which had called him before he fell unconscious: Jimin.

"Jimin hyung?!" He yells desperately, getting up and still trying to look around the room. He wasn't able to see anything because of the dark room so he concentrated on his sense of hearing and smell.

He sobbed when the familiar scent of oranges and pine filled his senses.

The scent came from himself; it was clear that Jimin wasn't here at the moment but had been here, holding him, scenting him with his scent.

He felt the wetness in his torn cloth and sobbed because he knew that Jimin had cried into his chest while holding him.

"Jimin hyung?!" He cried pitifully.

"T-tae, your hyung left. He was here for a lot of time and there was a risk of the warriors finding out about him so we asked him to leave. But he promised that he'll come back," Jennie's voice came from her cell.

She sounded sad but at the same time, happy because the person who Taehyung strived to meet was here.

Taehyung fell on his knees and cried louder. He grabbed his own shirt and brought it up to his nose to smell Jimin's scent greedily.

He was finally getting used to being treated like trash but he went back to hating it just because he felt the presence of the person who loves him. He wanted to be loved. Was desperate to feel it.

He cried and cried, screaming and sobbing out Jimin's name.

His loud sobs sent shivers down the spine of the other omegas who also started sniffling and whimpering, thinking about people who loved them once.

They missed them. Only they knew how bad they were suffering. No one could understand their pain, no one could tell how much they've suffered.

They were all alone with no one to help them out in their miseries; no one other than themselves who could understand the pain of being a slave, of having no freedom.

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Taehyung was cooking. It was a few days after the day he found out who his mate is. He was forcing himself to no think about it because it hurt so bad.

The pain of rejection still remained, even if he wasn't thinking about it. His heart still hurt and clenched.

But yet, he never cried after that night. It was pointless because his yells and screams of pain would never reach the ears of these cruel people, would never reach his mate.

Whenever the thought of his mate arises, he would push it to the back of his head and tell himself to not think about it.

He was probably too busy to notice that his mate was nearby-- was the thing he had concluded, or rather--but he knew it's not true.

He knew that when a person's mate is nearby, it's barely possible for the person to concentrate on anything except the person.

But he wasn't thinking about that. He was thinking about Jimin who had promised that he'll come again. He was dying to meet the male.

Waiting for that lucky day to come when he will reunite with his bestfriend.

And today was probably his lucky day.

His hand shivered when he feels a presence near the entrance of the kitchen. He doesn't look up, knowing that if he did that then he was going to start sobbing again.

He could feel his heartbeat on his throat which suddenly went dry. His heart pounded against his ribs.

Unconsciously, tears rolled down his cheeks and he covered his mouth with the back of his hand to not make any sounds. He could hear his bestfriend sniffle.

"Taehyung."

The name rolled of Jimin's tongue like honey. He called him with utter sweetness, exactly like the way he always did.

Taehyung felt like sobbing was the only thing he was doing in the past days which caused him a harsh headache but yet that didn't stop him from crying.

"Tae," Jimin whimpers, staring at his sobbing bestfriend who was refusing to look up at him.

He was only about 9 feet away from Taehyung but the distance between them minimized as Jimin took the smallest steps towards him, himself crying.

Taehyung's knees give out but Jimin held him before he fell. He buried his head in Jimin's chest and sobbed his heart out

"Jiminie!" He held him tighter, nuzzling his face on his chest

"My baby... my Tae," Jimin says and held him as tightly as he can. They missed each other so damn much. It had been three years, three fucking years.

Jimin pulled away after a long time to examine his body. The last time he came here, the only thing he had done was hold Taehyung's unconscious body and cry into his chest.

But this time he wanted to see if these assholes had hurt his bestfriend.

His anger only increased deeply when he saw the bruises on his body. The torn clothes were bloodied and dirty.

Taehyung's sweet lavender and cherry smell barely reaching him. He reeked of metal, probably because of the metal rods the warriors used to hit him with or the rails of his cell.

His state was really concerning, Jimin could barely feel Taehyung's weight on his lap. He was worried tense about the younger.

"Baby..." He said and began pecking Taehyung everywhere, lovingly. His wet cheeks, palm, fingers, chin, eyes-- everywhere.

He didn't stop until he heard the younger's giggle which, he had to admit, made his heart clench. He had so badly missed that sound.

"I'm so sorry. So so sorry," Jimin apologized continuously, still checking his body to examine the ugly bruises

"I missed you Jiminie," Taehyung whimpered, "Why didn't you come before?" He asked, sadly.

"I'm sorry, baby. Your mom lied to me. She told me that she finally decided to send you away from this pack, trying to save you from all this shit. I believed her. I'm sorry. I'm so pathetic to believe it. I only got to know about the truth a few days ago when I overheard her and Jaewon speaking about how cruelly Jungho had taken you away that night."

"No, Chimmy. It's ok. But why did she lie to you? Did she not miss me? Did she not want you to bring me back to her?" He asks with a broken voice.

Jimin just stayed quiet because he didn't know the answers to the questions.

He connected his forehead with Taehyung's, breathing in deeply before saying,

"Just a few more days and I'll get you out of here. I promise. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get you out."

Taehyung smiles wholeheartedly, nodding as he was sure that Jimin will do that. He wanted to get out. This place was hell and he was an angel who didn't belong here.

Jimin pecked his lips now slowly moving away from his embrace.

"I'll come again tomorrow, okay? You trust me right?"

Taehyung nodded, getting up from the ground. He looked at him with sad eyes but suddenly realizes something that makes him blush.

He had completely forgotten about the other people in the kitchen. Jisoo and Jennie were looking at him with heart eyes while Namjoon chuckled at his flustered state.

He was lucky that it was Namjoon who had to do the work of observing them today.

"Did he hurt you, Tae?" Jimin growls while looking at Namjoon who looked back at him bewildered.

"Woah woah woah... easy there, young man. I've never hurt this baby."

Taehyung giggled and clung onto Jimin like a koala and cooed, "I love you, Jimin!"

Jimin chuckled, ruffling his hair as he held back tears. He wondered how his bestfriend managed to smile after going through so much.

He was determined to get him out of here. Even if it meant him speaking to Jungho, who he had stopped speaking to after he had seen him raping a girl, who was most probably about his age when he was fifteen years old.

He'll do whatever it takes to save him.

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