Third person pov

Jungkook was at home today. He hadn't gone for work as he had taken a day off so he could spend time with his daughter.

He was lying down on the couch with Hayoon sleeping right on top of his torso, her hands and legs wrapped around him, close to falling asleep.

He was amused at how his daughter had made so many plans for today--to play games and watch movies--and had ended up sleeping through most of the day.

He didn't bother waking her up; he didn't want to disrupt her peaceful state.

Taehyung was in the kitchen, cooking lunch. Jungkook had a clear view of the open kitchen from the couch.

He looked at Taehyung now and then, not knowing why he was even doing that.

The younger looked so tired as he worked and worked which made him a bit concerned. He wished to help the younger out but forced himself to not do so.

It was better to stay away.

He carefully placed Hayoon on the couch beside him and got up, walking to the kitchen to drink something and quench his thirst.

Taehyung didn't stop to even look at him and continued to work, worried that whatever he was cooking would burn.

"Where's it?" Jungkook asked, scanning through the fridge. Taehyung finally glanced at him and asked a quick question in a soft tone, "What?"

"The juice..."

Taehyung frowned as he quickly let go of the spatula he was holding and came forward to look into the fridge.

He realized that the juice can isn't in the fridge and pressed his lips into a thin line, thinking about where it could be.

His eyes widen when he remembered that he had given Hayoon juice the previous day so it would most probably be in her room.

The omega quickly turns around to turn off the electric stove but ended up tripping on his feet.

He gasps and shuts his eyes close, embracing himself for the fall which never came as he was lifted up by a pair of strong hands, his back coming in contact with a hard chest and feet being swept off the floor.

He still doesn't open his eyes and keeps it tightly shut, his body stiff. Jungkook chuckled at his actions, securely holding him.

"So clumsy, aren't you?"

Taehyung finally opens his eyes and blushes a deep red when Jungkook's words sink into him.

He was still in the older's arms which made him feel goosebumps all over his body. He was glad that Jungkook couldn't see his face.

The intensity of the tingles were making his knees go weak.

"I... I--" he stutters and let's out a deep breath which he didn't know he was holding when Jungkook finally let him go, placing him on the ground gently.

"Tell me where it is, I'll get it for myself," Jungkook says, not wanting to increase all his work.

He decided that he might as well go ahead and do the rest of the work next day's morning, getting up early.

In that way, he wouldn't be much close to Taehyung and would help him out too.

"Hayoon's room," Taehyung muttered, looking at Jungkook with guilt because he had forgotten to bring it back and keep it in the fridge as he was busy playing with the girl.

Jungkook frowns lightly. He didn't understand why Taehyung sounded so anxious, like as if he was bracing himself to be yelled at by him.

"Ok, I'll go get it--"

"I'll bring it for you, young master," Taehyung said and Jungkook felt a pang of hurt in his heart.

He didn't know why it hurt so much to be called 'master' by this omega.

His heart sank at the thought of being just a master of the omega but at the same time, he didn't even know what he wanted to be to the younger.

He was just a master of the slave and would remain one; why would that relation ever change? Why would he want it to change?

He removes those thoughts from his mind and followed Taehyung upstairs.

"Here it is."

Taehyung took the carton box of juice and handed it to him, smiling apologetically though Jungkook didn't see his smile because he wasn't even looking at him.

Jungkook nodded and took it from him. Taehyung walked past him to go back but was stopped when Jungkook held his wrist.

"Do you need something else, young master?" Taehyung asked, confused, turning around, acting like the touch didn't spread tingles all over his body.

He felt like his body was on fire just by the small touch of the trueblood.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook asks suddenly and Taehyung was mildly startled by the question.

"Huh?"

"I mean your ankle... is it fine now or does it still hurt?"

"I'm fine, master. My health shouldn't matter to you." he smiled painfully, pulling Jungkook's hand off of his wrist. His words held a little bitterness which went unnoticed by Jungkook.

"Why shouldn't I care?" Jungkook asks back, furrowing his eyebrows.

Of course, he cared. He didn't want Taehyung to be in pain or be sad because of any reason. His wolf was different from him, after all. 

"Because you are my master. A slave can care and worry for their master but the master shouldn't care for us," Taehyung mumbled in a small voice.

It was very rare for them to have a conversation and now that they were finally talking, Taehyung didn't like the topic they were talking about.

He didn't like it because he wanted the older to care for him and genuinely worry for him--

Not as a master.

He wanted him to do all of it out of love and not pity because he is a slave. It was out of love... what type of love, Jungkook didn't know. He concluded that he just felt deep affection for the boy who is living such a bad life just because of his wolf and father. 

He wish he could set him free and let him live his life in the way he wishes to. 

But that wasn't in his hands.  He could only wish for that to happen, not do it himself. 

And he believed that Jungkook saw him as nothing but a slave.

He turned around, attempting to leave but Jungkook didn't let go of his wrist. He tried to pry it off by twisting his hand but the older didn't let him go. He whimpered lowly.

Jungkook got fed up of him trying to pull his hand away so he pulled him towards himself.

He certainly hadn't expected Taehyung to crash onto him which resulted in him falling, along with Taehyung, loosing balance.

Jungkook instinctively wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist to hold him steadily, not wanting him to crash on the floor.

He groaned when his head hit the floor and yelped because he was squeezed in between the floor and Taehyung's body.

Taehyung gasped and looked up to see Jungkook's face contorted into a pained one. He himself wasn't hurt at all. The older had taken the complete impact of the fall.

He recollected the way Oberon had been hovering on him while punching the floor, but looking at Jungkook's pure and sweet eyes proved to him that he meant no harm at all. 

"O-oh no, are you hurt, young master?" he asks, concerned.

"Shit... No I'm fine."

Taehyung wanted to get up but Jungkook's hold on him was way too strong for him to do that.

He felt, for a moment, that the older was still trying to protect him by not letting go off him but he quickly brushed the thought off because he knew it wasn't true.

Jungkook wouldn't ever want to protect him.

After the initial pain faded, the true blood opened his eyes to meet the beautiful deep brown ones which were looking at him with concern.

He studied the features of the younger--the plump kissable lips, the beautiful thick and long eyelashes which fanned over his pretty face and the mole on the top of his nose--looking oh, so beautiful.

Unconsciously, he raised his hand and brought it closer to Taehyung's face, swiping it across his cheekbone while still staring deep into his eyes.

Taehyung felt the air knock out of his body, mind becoming numb to think about anything.

Neither of them spoke a word, one too immersed in studying the other's features while the other was just worried that if he spoke up, then this beautiful moment would end.

"Daddy?" They both flinched when Hayoon's scared voice was heard.

Jungkook quickly removed his arms from Taehyungs waist who immediately stood up. Jungkook stood up right after, grunting in slight pain.

They didn't look at each other, too embarrassed after what had just happened.

"Daddy!" Hayoon yelled and ran towards him after coming upstairs. She sniffles and sobs as she hugged his knees.

"Oh god, what's wrong princess?!" Jungkook yells, panicking and crouched down before her while Taehyung looked at Hayoon with concern.

"I thought you left me!" Jungkook gulped and held her tightly. He sighed and pecked the crown of her head.

His heart felt heavy knowing that two years ago, when he had attempted to end his life, it was her existence which stopped him from doing so.

He wanted to be a good father but...

He had selfishly sent her away when she needed him the most and refused to even go anywhere near her.

He was scared of himself. He would hurt her, would hurt his precious gem.

She wasn't safe when she was living with him and so he had sent her away but she was suffering because of those actions of his until now.

Sana had told him that she gets nightmares of him leaving her very often and she had again, woken up from such a nightmare.

"I'm not going anywhere, pup. I'm here for you, always."

He took her into his arms and patted her back softly. Hayoon held her hand out and engulfed Taehyung's index finger in her hand. She wanted to be comforted by him too.

Taehyung's eyes softened and he rubbed the back of her hand, wondering why she seemed so sad and unhappy. He wanted to see her bunny smile again.

"Don't ever leave me. I want both of you to be with me," she whimpered.

Taehyung had a sweet blush forming on his cheeks as he thought about staying with them forever, like a family. A loving family is what he always wanted.

Jungkook just frowned at her words, letting it sink deep into his mind as he shakily breathed out.

Because he knew that his daughter doesn't get along with everybody but she seems to be so close to Taehyung. As long as is happy and is smiling, he didn't bother. 

He could see how her presence was making Taehyung happier too; he was glad that it was this way. 

But what was their relation? 

Taehyung though they just met a few days ago. She adores him and is always making attempts to make Taehyung smile--all of this never went unnoticed by him.

The thought of Hayoon seeing Taehyung as a mother made his heart sink. She had the right to love whoever she wanted after he had himself eaten up her mother, but he was afraid that Taehyung would leave her too because of the mental abuse he is being given by Oberon. 

He didn't want his daughter to cry pitifully like she did in the past. 

Whatever it is, he hoped both of these angels remained happy, close to him or away from him because he knew that him being near could never give birth to happiness. 

Seeing them make each other happy was wholesome, but he was the reason they're both sad. 

He had to keep that in mind.  

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"You haven't had lunch, alpha." 

"I don't want to have anything," The demon wolf growled and shut his eyes close. His hands were itching to grab something and hit someone with it. the demon in him growled and strived to see blood, but there was nothing he could do at the moment. 

Since he had gotten the news of the dangers to his life, he had stopped--not completely, but a little--hurting omegas so it doesn't end up in some sort of problem. 

It had been so long since he hurt someone that it was paining him now. His sadistic self wanted some sort of pleasure but he couldn't do to satisfy his needs. 

If he would hurt any of his warriors, they'd all want to leave work to protect themselves and it would be impossible to keep rogue wolves and opponent attacks in control all alone so he couldn't do it. 

And as the warrior had stated, the depleting number of omegas really was a huge problem. 

"Is something wrong, alpha?" Namjoon asks, hiding the fact that Jimin had come there a while ago to check up on the matters going on in the mansion. 

"Mind your own business. Bring that bitch here," Jungho ordered and stood up, taking limping steps to the couch. He turns around when Namjoon didn't leave. 

"What? Leave and bring that bitch here!" 

"W-who are you talking about, alpha?" Namjoon stuttered, having no idea who he was talking about. 

Jungho groaned, bringing his hand up to rub his forehead. 

"What the fuck is her name--" 

"Sangmi," The woman said, entering the room and smirking at the demon wolf. "Need me again?" 

She glared at the other alpha in the room and spat at him to the get out of the room. She even pushed the boy when he turned around to leave, resulting in Namjoon stumbling forward but balancing himself before he fell down. 

Namjoon only scoffed at her attitude and went back to his mate to tell him that there definitely was something wrong with Jungho. 

"Get on your knees," Jungho said, plopping down on the couch and spreading his legs. He had stopped finding fun in sex a few years ago when his craze to see blood increased, and since then, it had only been this female he did it with when he wanted to do so. 

This was also the main reason he let his only male omega leave and go before he could have sex with him. 

Thinking about that male omega only made him wonder what was up with his good for no use son. 

Amidst all his problems, he didn't have any time to concentrate on anything else. Well, he just wished to secure his life before aiming to gain more power. 

"What are you looking at me for? Get on your knees and do what you're best at, dumb bitch!" 

Sangmi flinched, scoffing as she turned away. "Are you not gonna forget about the past? It's the millionth time you're bringing up the fact that I couldn't bring your useless, pathetic son under control."

"That's the only fucking reason I agreed to be with you," Jungho seethed, gripping the sides of the couch to hold himself back from lashing out at her. "Your so fucking dumb that you ended up losing your own son." 

"You shouldn't have ever thought that a trueblood would come under someone's control! How am I dumb while you being even dumber by thinking that the son of bitch will listen to you--" 

She was cut off by her own scream as Jungho held her hair harshly and kicked her legs, making her end up on her knees. 

"Do what I called you to do. Keep that fucking mouth shut. Don't dare think that you have the liberty to say shit to me." 

He pushed her face closer to his crotch and she whimpered as she unbuttoned his pant. 

Being the toxic person she is, she rather loved the way he handled her than being irritated or sad. She immediately got to work after she removed his pants.

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