Third person pov

Jungkook stared at the lighted room of the mansion from inside his car.

He had a sad expression on his face as he greedily took in deep breaths, desperate to smell the familiar lavender-cherry scent.

The smell was very faint because he had parked his car a few meters away from the mansion so that Taehyung couldn't smell him and get to know that he is here.

He had started coming here on a daily basis now, and it was only because he didn't like going back home and not having the omega's scent overpower his senses.

He was crestfallen whenever he heard faint cries and sobs of the younger who was in pain, missing his mom.

He knew Jimin was there to calm him down, but he wanted to be the one who would calm Taehyung.

Because he just couldn't make his distressed heart understand that Taehyung was fine.

He felt so empty without him, his heart had unconsciously gotten so addicted to the younger's presence over time that it was almost impossible for him to stay away now.

His house was just a building now as the source which made it a house--where a family lives--had left.

His throat would clog up whenever he wakes up and not find the younger.

He rarely ate food because nothing could give him satisfaction. It wasn't Taehyung who was making the food after all.

He missed the boxy smile and the innocent face of his. He missed the soft greetings which Taehyung always gave whenever he saw him.

He missed the heavenly laughs and giggles of his.

He missed him.

It was getting so difficult for him to not go into Jimin's house and fall on his knees before the omega to beg him to come back home.

He slumped in the car seat, frustrated tears brimming in his eyes.

It wasn't only Jungkook who was suffering, Hayoon was suffering without her mom too.

She needed him near herself, but whenever her daddy told her that Taehyung had gone back home to meet his mom, she would become quiet, as the memory of her mom crying to her and telling her that he missed his mom came to her mind.

She missed him oh, so much. She was scared that he will not come back to her again.

She didn't want to stay away from her mom. Her first mom had left her, she didn't want Taehyung to leave her now.

She was getting desperate to meet him and had made her father promise her something that morning.

It was to take her to Taehyung so she could meet him. In that way, Taehyung wouldn't have to stay away from his mother, and she could also meet him.

Jungkook drove away after he had inhaled enough of the scent of lavenders and cherry to keep him sane for a few hours, until the next morning.

He would come again in the morning, like everyday, to smell the scent which was the only thing keeping him sane.

He wondered if Taehyung also thought about him and missed him like he does.

He was sure Taehyung didn't.

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"Pup, stop crying," Jimin shushed him, feeling helpless and sad because all Taehyung has been doing in the past days is crying.

He was worried that Taehyung would become sick.

"I-I miss her!" the omega said and sobbed harder. He had been away from his mom so many years but never felt so sad and heavy because he knew she was doing fine.

But she's gone now. He won't ever meet her again.

And just that thought makes him feel terribly heavy and bad. He couldn't even talk to her and hug her once before she was gone.

"Shh, you know that she is happy wherever she is now, right? If she sees you like this, she'll get sad again," Jimin said and patted his back.

His shirt was wet because of Taehyung's tears but he didn't care about that.

He was sitting on his bed, Taehyung on his lap, his face stuffed into his chest.

He continued to whisper soothing words into Taehyung's ears to calm him down.

When he finally calmed down, Jimin pushed him away a little to examine his face.

He pressed his lips into a thin line when he sees the bloodshot, swollen eyes and red face.

"You're not crying again; do you get that?" He asks, sternly. This only made Taehyung's lower lip wobble and he started crying again.

He sighed, shaking his head before abruptly pushing Taehyung onto the bed and attacking his stomach with his fingers, tickling him.

Taehyung yelped before whining and giggling while sniffling, trying to push him away.

"Jiminie, no!" He whined and started laughed again. He squirmed and giggled, as Jimin tickled him while making baby noises.

He hit the alpha's forearm when he finally stopped tickling him and glared at him.

"You look like a tiny little puppy when you glare at me like that," Jimin cooed and pinched his cheeks, grinning when Taehyung shot him a disbelieving look.

"I'm not a puppy! I'm a grown man. I have muscles too!" He yelled, still glaring at him.

Jimin's mouth formed an 'o' shape in surprise, eyebrows rising- almost meeting his hairline when the omega said that he has muscles

"Muscles?" He asks. Taehyung nodded, smiling proudly and confidently. Jimin held the hem of his shirt and said, "Alright, let me see your muscles."

Taehyung blushed and bit his lower lip, shaking his head and holding his shirt down because he didn't want Jimin to see his lanky arms and swollen, girlish breasts.

"Come on, I just want to see if your arms and abs are stronger than mine," Jimin said, smirking as he flexed his muscles to show it off.

The shirt clenched on his arm, showing the outline of the huge and strong arms.

He held his shirt again and tried pulling it off the omega's body, chuckling when he saw the red color of his face deepen, blush increasing.

"Shut up!" Taehyung whined and kicked his stomach softly

"Fuck, don't hit me with those strong, muscle-y leg of yours! I might end up in the hospital!" Jimin yelled, holding his stomach in fake pain.

"Jimin..." Taehyung whined, rolling his eyes. The boy let out a soft yelp when Jimin pinched his clothed nipple. He slapped his arm away.

The alpha leaned down to peck his lips, both smiling widely at each other. Jimin then buried his head on his chest, sighing as he lay down beside him.

"I'm going to call Hoseok hyung tomorrow. I want him to come here and meet you because, after all, he's only talked to you and heard your voice-never seen you."

"Hoseok hyung..." Taehyung says and blushed. He felt nervous to meet that male who he knows very well but has never actually seen.

"He belongs to Yoongi. Don't think about stealing Yoongi's man, he'll not think twice before stabbing a dagger in your chest."

Taehyung gasped and shook his head, violently as he doesn't like Hoseok that way. He frowned when he realised something,

"Yoongi? Yoongi... the doctor?"

Jimin nodded which made him gasp.

"What's wrong?"

"I've met Yoongi hyung before-the day he came to treat Hayoon after she fainted," he says, chills going down his spine when he thought about that horrible day.

"You've met Hayoon?!" Jimin asks, confused, then questions himself, "Jungkook had sent her away, right?"

"She came a few months ago. Some girl brought her there," Taehyung said.

"Sana, Hyejin's sister," Jimin said and nodded, in deep thought.

Taehyung froze when he heard that girl's name. He hadn't even told Jimin about everything yet. He still wasn't ready to tell him anything.

So he quickly started talking about something else and he told the only thing in his mind at that moment,

"H-Hayoon calls me 'mommy', Jiminie."

His throat clogged up, he missed her so much. He wondered if leaving Jungkook's house was even right because he had to stay away from Hayoon because of that.

But when the thought of living with Jungkook in his house came to his mind, he knew it his decision wasn't wrong. He didn't want to live with that man ever again.

Jimin looked shocked at what he said before his eyes softened.

"She got attached to you, didn't she?" Taehyung nodded before he said,

"Was it selfish for me to leave? Hayoon loves me so much-she's probably wanting to be with me."

Jimin lay down beside him and hugged him close to himself.

"She has been a very understanding girl, Tae. I don't know how you managed to make her so close to yourself-but I know that if she loves you, she will understand that you want to stay close to your friend."

Taehyung nodded, softly. He snuggled into his chest and heard Jimin mutter a small and sad, "You've been hiding stuff from me. I used to call you every day, but you never told me that Jungkook misbehaves and abuses you, never told me that you met his daughter."

"I'm sorry, Jiminie," he said, voice soft, not more than a whisper.

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