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Being a Jeon was not easy.
His family had always made it seem easy. Things were done swiftly. They were done without question. Without a second thought.
The Jeon family legacy was decades old. It started long ago, when an elder Jeon pack had turned to herbs for healing purposes. When things began to modernize, they experimented more and ended up producing a substance labeled 873, or what was known on the street nowadays as Tyrian due to the unique shade of purple the drug was.
From then on, Jeon's, who were the only ones aware of how to make the drug, began to expand their stocks.
Now, Jeon’s ruled. They controlled areas of the city. They stepped on small gangs who dared to try them and their henchman. They were well protected with deals from even the highest of government figures.
The issue was that Jeon Jungkook was the last of his bloodline and ever since that news dropped a few months back that his father had passed away, he felt utterly disrespected.
When a Jeon asked for things to be done, they were done immediately and that was the way it had always been, but the second the last alpha in his family had passed and he'd been given the title, well, it seemed many didn't consider an omega worthy of such a status.
That was, of course, until they stood toe to toe with Jungkook himself. The omega who was born into a world of utter cruelty and who learned how to hold a gun before he could even bathe on his own. Jungkook, who had never had a childhood by most people's standards, for he'd been watching and helping his late father with the family business since he was knee high.
Jungkook had big shoes to fill and he'd be damned if anyone make a fool of his family name and ridicule him just because he was an omega—
An omega that belonged beneath an alpha’s hand. An omega who should be stuck on a knot. An omega that should be dancing naked in a club or tied to a pimp. That was what the streets said.
Jungkook was really tired of hearing such things. He was really tired of having to prove himself, too.
Anyone who saw him in real life knew the omega was not to be trifled with.
That was why Jungkook decided to show his face in public for the first time since his father’s death. Tonight he was claiming the world again. Tonight he would make sure nobody spat on the Jeon name.
There was an infamous club where most gangs gathered, it was a place where you could find any type of person or any kind of drug. It was in the red light district, where there were brothels and drug addicts passed out on the streets.
Jungkook didn't typically like such places. They smelled of alcohol and sweat and piss and made him even more irritated. He preferred professional meetings much more, but as it was, most of those who had alliances with the Jeon’s were struggling to keep Jungkook's name clean whilst he mourned his father’s death.
The omega wasn't the type to show such emotion, though, perhaps only to his most trusted bodyguards -- Yugyeom and Mingyu were his most reliable assets and members of allied packs.
Plus, they cared for him.
Jungkook was an omega and, despite the fact they knew he could definitely fend for himself, they accompanied him to places at all times in public.
Even here.
The bright neon red sign burned Jungkook's makeup-covered eyes and made the omega press his lips in a line. Silently, always silent unless spoken to, Mingyu reached for the door. A proper alpha.
Jungkook ran fingers through his hair as he stepped inside. Tonight, since it was a special night, Jungkook had done himself up very well.
With a transparent, low dipping button down, tight leather jeans, and many diamonds on him. And, on his belt, a gun, of course. Although he'd not need it. Yugyeom was a fast shot. He was the beta others had underestimated during training.
The club went silent.
Utterly silent.
There were leather booths around the red colored club, there were scarcely clad dancers serving drinks and strippers on the stage. The DJ and bartender even seemed to freeze.
Jungkook's golden, steel toed boots sounded loud on the black hardwood floor. The omega shrugged off his fur coat and Yugyeom was there, taking it from him without a word. Jungkook looked around, he tilted his head to the side as he scoured the room.
To some, it may seem innocent, perhaps even flirtatious, a pretty omega tilting his neck into view.
It was far from that. Jungkook was warning them with the black colored tattoo on the side of his neck. All Jeon’s got a crest on them, they were protected persons, and Jungkook had received the painful tattoo over his scent gland on the same day he'd presented as an omega.
Needless to say, an omega heir to such a fortune was a worry for his parents. They took many precautions. Some of which Jungkook disliked, but this one was not one.
It was fun. Alphas were inclined to be interested in an omega showing such skin, but when they recognized what it was they quickly looked fearful and that was the most fun part.
Jungkook smirked. Just a small smirk, then yelled, aimlessly, “Three beers!”
He turned, uninvited, towards a booth near the stage, chuckling under his breath. Yugyeom and Mingyu always looked more than amused with his antics, the latter did love when Jungkook took control, it was something they'd laugh about later. The looks on people’s faces.
They'd been friends for a long time. In their line of work, friends were something incredibly hard to come by, but they'd all been born into allied gangs, so they'd spent a lot of time tormenting nannies together.
The music began after a moment, Jungkook settled between the duo just as Yugyeom began to laugh and reached over for the complimentary cigarettes on the side table. “Should you shoot someone tonight?”
“To show that I've heard their rumors?”
“Mhm.”
Jungkook hummed and crossed his knees, eyes scanning the winding stage, “Let's see if they're on their best behavior. However it is good to put disobedient mutts down…”
Mingyu snorted. It lasted less than a second, for the second footsteps began to approach, both he and Yugyeom were alert and stiff on either side of Jungkook.
The omega didn't really care, he reached over to take the lit cigarette from Yugyeom’s hand. He took a drag, a long one, closing his eyes to savor the burn, then leaned back into the booth.
The absolute last thing Jungkook expected upon opening his eyes was to be hit with an intense pressure in his chest. To feel like his body was frozen and his heart was clenched and he couldn't breathe. Jungkook had never felt that before.
There was an alpha in front of their booth. His hair was messy black and covered in sparkles and his eyes were lined dark with makeup, his lips plump and a little chapped. He wore only sparkly briefs and the tray in his hands was shaking.
Shaking so hard that it fell right out of his grip onto the floor of the club.
The alpha smelled of cinnamon.
The alpha smelled—
Only mates could smell their mates—
“Park Jimin! You stupid runt-”
Jungkook was on his feet before he knew it, both guards jumping up, too but looking rather confused when the omega was walking around the table.
There was glass all over the floor.
The owner of the club was a beta pimp Jungkook knew well, for he also owned the brothel down the street. He'd sold traitors to him tons of times. They all called him Bear, only because he had these ugly scars all over his face, as if he were attacked by a wild animal.
Jungkook waited. He watched, for a moment, as the fat man made his way over with a waddle and the alpha - Jimin - jerked to attention with a stiff spine.
Alpha strippers and hookers and dancers were common, but Jungkook knew they were never in these positions because they enjoyed them. Alphas loved control. That was quite literally what was embedded in their DNA. As Jimin stood in front of him, Jungkook looked at him. Tried to see what his poison was.
He looked clean of track marks. He had all of his teeth. His hair was healthy. He was toned and appeared strong. Jungkook's gaze was cut short the second Bear approached and reached over to grab a handful of Jimin's hair.
Jungkook's gun was out.
“Sir,” Yugyeom hissed, utterly confused.
Jungkook didn't give an explanation, he stepped forward with a tsk, gun firmly pointed at Bear.
“Now now,” the omega tilted his head, “That's not any way to treat your employees. Especially not the handsome ones.”
“We have a no weapons policy, I ain't gonna clean up your messes!” Bear hissed at him. Utterly shocked. He released the alpha and Jimin stumbled back from both of them, reaching up to feel his head.
Jungkook didn't lower his gun.
“You touch this alpha again and you won't even be around to clean up shit,” Jungkook replied, his jaw shifted when he heard Jimin make a quiet pained sound. The omega stepped closer, gun pressing into the beta’s chest, “Get the fuck out of my sight before I decide you could do with a hole in your ugly ass head. Who knows, maybe it would be an improvement.”
Everyone was watching. This was Bear’s club. It was his entire building. Hell, he must have owned this entire block.
In the end, however, Jeon's owned this entire fucking city -- everyone knew that.
So, despite being so angry his face was red, the beta spun around and began to storm off muttering under his breath a handful of curses that had Mingyu growling a warning noise. Jungkook decided to ignore it, even if he'd said something disrespectful, just this once.
Jungkook put his gun back before approaching the alpha. Jimin had sat down on an empty chair and was rubbing his face. The omega eyed him for a long moment, but when he stepped close enough the alpha snapped his head to look up at him. He looked tired.
Jungkook's eyebrows raised. And he eyed the alpha for a long while, watched the way his nostrils flared and how his lips were trembling when Jimin said, shakily, “S-Sir J-”
“What do I smell like?”
Jimin swallowed. He sat back, alert.
Jungkook's lips began to curl up on either corner, he knew however that there were eyes following his every move, so he resisted a full smile. Instead. He leaned down. He grabbed the back of Jimin’s chair and stepped into his space. The alpha was breathing hard, maybe from fear or something more, Jungkook wasn't sure.
“What do I smell like?” Jungkook whispered, right against his ear. “Like your wildest dreams?”
Jimin swallowed so incredibly, loudly. Jungkook wet his lips and met his eyes again. The alpha wasn't blushing, but he looked overwhelmed. He neither confirmed nor denied that, instead he said, “I- you… you're…” His eyes roamed Jungkook. His jewelry, his neck, namely his tattoo. “You're a Jeon.”
“Jeon Jungkook, to be exact.”
Jungkook sat down right on Jimin's lap, knees on either side of the alpha’s hips. Straddling him. He breathed in and laughed under his breath when the alpha struggled to speak and clenched his fists so as not to touch him.
“Sir!” Mingyu cried, “What are you doing?”
Jungkook didn't reply, he placed a hand on Jimin's bare chest, frowned at how cold he was, dragging his black painted nail down his skin and back up. The alpha was so stiff. And, upon a moment of tracing his skin, Jungkook came across something.
On Jimin's ribs was a bite. A pack bite.
He had a pack.
A pack bite which meant that they were intertwined. That they were connected. That Jimin was connected to others which meant that…. Jungkook had more mates.
When Jungkook's hand covered the bite. Jimin growled. It was instinct. It had Yugyeom pointing guns at him and Mingyu yanking Jungkook off of him, but that only seemed to make the alpha more furious, he jumped up and grabbed onto Jungkook's wrist.
And the omega was swinging around to grab Yugyeom’s wrist in a tight hold. Warningly, hissing, voice incredibly low and demonish, “Don't you ever point a gun at my mate again or I'll break your goddamn neck, I swear to god. Now turn around and get the car before I decide to do it.”