Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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Jongho stared at the wall, mind blank as time moved painfully slow. The omega no longer knew what year they were in, let alone the month, yet each passing minute felt like an eternity. Last he knew, he was 21– a college student about to graduate, filled with dreams and hopes of a better tomorrow. A future that was meant to be filled with achieving dreams and reaching checkpoints. And in a moment, everything— all of it, vanished on that dreadful night.
That night.
The night he was kidnapped, taken away from everyone he loved and everything he dreamt for himself. They ripped him away, beat him down, and hurt him in ways no one could ever imagine. Yet, he fought. He fought until he no longer could. As their hits became harder, their touches bolder, he kept fighting. He’d snarl and scratch, kick and scream, curse and kick; Not stopping until he was bruised and bloodied, pain seeping through every inch of his body. Despite the pain, he couldn’t give them the satisfaction of breaking him down. No. He wouldn’t let them succeed. It would hurt him more if he did.
But this time…
This time they just might have done it. This time, Jongho feels broken. Empty, numb, and tired. So so tired. There’s no light at the end of the tunnel, the darkness going on and on, and Jongho is tired of searching for what’s not there. There’s no hope, no one to save him, no end. All he can hope for is that one of these days ends as he closes his eyes, never to open them again. For that, that is the only realistic dream he could have in the hell he is living through.
“Omega, time to go back to your own cell.”
The booming voice startled Jongho out of his thoughts as he snapped to look at the alpha standing at the cell door. He stared at him wide-eyed, not expecting to return to his own cell so soon. Given the extent of… his injury, he expected to stay with the other omega until he cleared Jongho. Slowly sitting up and swinging his leg over the bed— goosebumps covering his bare legs as he removed the blanket off of them, making Jongho miss the warmth and the safety he was leaving behind. Pulling down his night gown, Jongho steals a quick glance at the other omega in the room seeing as he stared at the alpha with clear bewilderment.
“What?!” The other omega was baffled, knowing that being taken to his own cell meant Jongho was being put “back to business”. He couldn’t let that happen. He was still nursing Jongho, who was clearly still hurt and in no condition to receive such treatment.
“I haven’t cleared him yet, you can’t—”
Before he could finish his sentence, he was struck down by the alpha.
“You do not tell me what to do, omega.” The man crouched, pulling the omega up by his hair, “The only reason you’re here is because you’re a pretty face with a doctor's degree. All you have to do is patch up my other omegas and take it when I tell you to, understand?” The condescending tone and the grip on the omega's hair made him whimper, quickly nodding to appease the alpha who finally let go after another sharp tug of his hair.
The alpha slowly stood up, scoffing as he brushed his hands off, turning to look at Jongho who watched the whole scene unfold with wide eyes. “Let’s go now, there’s a nice surprise waiting for you back in your cell. I’d hate to keep it waiting,” The alpha snickered, causing a shiver to run down Jongho’s spine. The alphas' ruthlessness seemed to have no bounds and he was terrified to find out what was waiting for him. But he had no time to dwell or ponder, not wanting to risk angering the alpha— he was no longer going to put up a fight. So he got off the bed and walked towards the alpha with hesitant steps, willing his mind to stop making scenarios of what's waiting for him, not needing the additional torture.
“Hurry up!” the alpha pulled Jongho closer, taking both his wrists behind his back, securing it with handcuffs and quickly slipping a blindfold over his eyes. All Jongho could do was let out a little ‘ah’ before he was being pushed through the door with a firm hand on his nape as they moved towards his own cell. He should be used to it already, handcuffed and blindfolded a million and one times so he couldn't fight or figure out his way around as they moved him from place to place; Yet as his heart pounds against his ribs, there’s something telling him he is not prepared for what the alpha is about to put him through.
And boy was he right.
As he hears the familiar click of his cell door opening, he gets harshly pushed inside, tripping over his own feet and landing on the floor with a loud thud. He sucks a breath through his teeth from the pain, slowly adjusting himself into a kneeling position despite his hands behind his back, preparing himself for what’s to come. As the door clicks shut, he hears the alpha's footsteps getting closer. Each click of his dress shoes causes Jongho's breath to hitch, palms sweaty as he tries his best not to squirm. A beat of silence passed before Jongho's blindfold was suddenly ripped off— he winced, squinting his eyes as he adjusted to the light. Once his eyes could focus, Jongho let out a little gasp.
Another man—gagged, chained, and held down by two alphas—kneeled at the end of his cell. He was wearing a matching sweatsuit and looked to be around Jongho's age with tan skin, black hair, and sharp eyes. Eyes that weren’t set on him but the Alpha standing above him. His stare was filled with anger as he struggled against his constraints, the alphas holding him pressing down harder to keep him still. Jongho couldn’t really tell the subgender of the man before him, but the way it took two alphas to keep him down despite his lean build, he’d take a guess that he was most likely an alpha.
But why?
Why would the man who’s obsessed with hunting down and hurting omegas, suddenly kidnap an alpha?
Jonghos mind raced as he tried to come up with an explanation as to why, but nothing made sense to him. A sudden laugh pulled him out of his thoughts as the man above him crouched to his level.
“I can hear your thoughts, little omega” the alpha tapped on his head- “I won’t keep you curious for long, I bet the both of you must be wondering what’s going on…” he snickered, standing up as he walked to where a chair was set up. He let the silence linger, the only sound coming from the screeching of the chair against the floor as both boys looked at him, waiting for an explanation. Finally taking a seat, the alpha leaned back, a smirk on his face as looked back and forth between the two kneeling figures.
“So let’s get the show started.”
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Summary:
“No,” the shake in Jongho’s voice betrayed him as he spoke for the first time, tears brimming his eyes. He took a glance at the alpha still struggling at the heat coursing through his body. The other alpha, despite the pain, looked shocked at what he heard, shaking his head as tears covered his face. A pang struck Jongho's chest as watched the alphas pleading eyes. He couldn't do that to the alpha. He couldn’t do that to anyone. He would be no better than them. No better than the people who treated him like a mindless toy to fulfill their sick desires. No. He wasn’t like them and he never will be.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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At the Alpha's words, the men holding the stranger down made quick moves to remove the gag that silenced him. The moment it was off, he snarled before letting out a loud growl. The sound echoed off the walls, shaking Jongho to his core. Letting out a whimper he lowered his gaze and bared his neck, willing his body to stay as still as possible, hoping to not attract any attention to himself. Yep, that man was definitely an alpha.
The alpha was filled with pure anger, continuing to let out little snarls and growls towards the men holding him down. Quickly realizing his attempts of breaking free were futile, he turned his attention to the alpha sitting down.
“Let me go! What the fuck do you want from me?!”
The alpha sitting just chuckled at the angry figure, amused by the scene in front of him. “Well are you done throwing a fit? I would like to start explaining—if only the little baby is done with his tantrum,” he mimicked.
“Oh, fuck you” the alpha spat out, not amused by the taunting. Nonetheless, he decided to quiet down, still muttering obscenities under his breath. He was desperate for an explanation but refused to give them the upper hand by showing it.
“Usually an attitude like that gets a beating - ask the omega over there, he knows better than anyone-,” he paused to point at the other side of the room. At the abrupt mention Jongho’s body tensed, finally lifting his gaze since he last lowered it—his eyes locking with the stranger. It was the first time since he entered that the alpha looked his way, who wore a pained expression as he looked at Jongho. The omega could feel the shame and embarrassment rack through his body as his gaze once again lowered to hide from the alpha's stare.
He didn't want pity and… He didn’t deserve sympathy.
“However…” the alpha spoke again, “I’m feeling quite impatient and I want to get things started.” He snapped his fingers, eyes dark — a sick smirk splayed across his face. Suddenly the chained alpha let out a scream causing Jongho to look up just in time to see the familiar syringe being pulled away from his neck.
Jongho stared wide eyed as he watched the alpha flail around, the injection moving quick and working fast through his body. Something else he knew better than anyone. The heat that coursed through your veins as your heart beat faster and your breaths grew quicker. The heat that spread no matter how much you willed it away, watching your body betray your own mind as the feeling took over. Jongho knew.
He knew what was about to happen.
“Figure it out, yet?”
The alpha's voice broke through his thoughts, slowly pulling him out from the trance Jongho seemed to be in.
His body shook as he slowly turned to face the alpha.
“Oh don’t look at me like that, it's exactly what you have in mind,” the alpha laughed, amused by his own taunts, “but I’ll start off easy… today we’re just going to show our lovely guest how well I’ve trained that mouth of yours, got it?”
“No,” the shake in Jongho’s voice betrayed him as he spoke for the first time, tears brimming his eyes. He took a glance at the alpha still struggling at the heat coursing through his body. The other alpha, despite the pain, looked shocked at what he heard, shaking his head as tears covered his face. A pang struck Jongho's chest as watched the alphas pleading eyes. He couldn't do that to the alpha. He couldn’t do that to anyone. He would be no better than them. No better than the people who treated him like a mindless toy to fulfill their sick desires. No. He wasn’t like them and he never will be.
“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear, I was telling you, not asking you,” the alpha lowered his voice “so you better listen before I make you regret your disobedience.”
The implication of the alpha's words made Jongho's blood run cold. Filled with fear knowing just how ruthless the alpha can become, however, Jongho still couldn’t will himself to obey an order like that.
“No!” Jongho raised his voice, a slight quiver still heard as he moved back on his knees, trying to put distance between them. “I won’t do it. I won’t!
The alpha sighed, anger evident in his steps as he got up and moved closer to the omega, raising his hand as he brought it down harshly across his face. Jongho cried out as he fell to the floor, a searing pain painting the side of his face. He could hear a distant cry of distress as the alpha pulled him up by his hair. Only when he opened his eyes did he realize the sound came from the stranger.
“Don’t- ah,” the alpha struggled to speak through the pain, “Don’t fucking hurt him!”
His pleas fell on deaf ears as the grip on Jongho's hair became harsher, pulling a whine from Jongho's mouth.
“Ha, seems like he actually cares about the little bitch,” the alpha mused, snapping Jongho's head back to look him in the eye “he doesn’t know yet just how worthless and pathetic you are… so let’s show him, huh?”
The cruel words were nothing new to Jongho, always braving a defiant look in response, ignoring the ache it caused in his chest and the scar it left on his mind.
He had bigger problems to worry about anyway. Like how he was suddenly thrown forward on the floor— groaning as his head took the impact of the fall. Before he could move, he was forced still by a foot between his shoulder blades, hands making quick works on removing his restraints. Once the handcuffs were off, Jongho was pulled up to his knees once again before he could even react, getting dragged across the room until he was face to face with the chained alpha.
The alpha…
He was now suffering the full effect of the drug—his pupils blown wide, sweating and panting as the heat of his body became unbearable, and… the tent in his pants visible to everyone in the room. His expression was pained, eyes apologetic yet filled with guilt as he looked at the trembling omega in front of him. Jongho grimaced as he lowered his head, knowing he didn’t deserve that look and if anything, he was the guilty one. Not the poor alpha that was drugged and about to be touched without his consent by him. Tears welled up in Jongho's eyes at the very thought, lower lip quivering knowing there was no way out of it.
With a single command, the alpha was pulled to his feet— his body swaying and knees buckling before he was able to properly stand. He still thrashed, his struggle going to vain as his drugged state weakened him greatly. The alphas holding him quickly uncuffed his hands from behind his back only to cuff them back in the front, pulling them to the hook that hung on the wall behind him. Once they made sure he was secured, they moved to the side to let the head alpha continue with his plans for the unfortunate pair.
“Come on, omega,” the alpha pushed Jongho forward with his foot, “show him what you got.”
The tears were now slipping freely, yet silently, down Jongho's face— hands shaking as he brought them up to the alpha's waistband. He didn’t dare look him in the face, slowly hooking his fingers into his pants and underwear. He could feel the alpha shaking, trying to escape his touch, only to be stopped by the wall behind him as he let out a little - ‘don’t’ and - ‘please’. His pleas struck Jongho right in the heart, his fingers stilling where they rested on his hips. He wanted more than anything to stop what he was doing but with the head alpha watching his every move and his two lackeys at standby, there was no way out.
“I’m so sorry…” Jongho painfully whispered out, pulling down the alphas clothes in one swift motion, letting them pool around his knees.
The alpha was now full on sobbing, too weak now to move too vigorously, feeling trapped in his own body. Jongho froze as he took in the sight in front of him. His length stood tall— red and angry, the sudden exposure causing it to twitch against his stomach. The alpha was clearly struggling with the sensation coursing throughout his body. Everything felt like too much yet too little and the alpha just wanted it to be over.
“Please…” his voice barely audible, “…make it stop.”
“You heard him,” the head alpha whispered in Jongho's ear, “make. it . stop.”
Jongho took in a shaky breath, his eyes pinched tight as he opened his mouth to swallow the alpha down. He only got halfway before the alpha cried out, bucking his hips at the sudden stimulation. Jongho pulled off as he gagged, coughing from the sudden force.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry-” the alpha babbled, not meaning to hurt the omega. Jongho patted the alpha's thigh to let him know he was okay as he steadied his breathing, taking him once again in his mouth. Jongho slowly moved down, relaxing his throat and breathing through his nose until he reached the base of the alphas' length. The alpha let out a shaky moan, his hips twitching as he held back from bucking into the omega's mouth again, the wet warmth overwhelming his nervous system. He was losing himself between the sensations of the omega's mouth and the drugs running through his veins, his mind growing more and more hazy as the omega worked his mouth on him.
An obnoxious snort pulled the alpha out of his daze, reminding him exactly where he was and of the other alpha still watching them.
“Would you look at that?” he mused, stepping closer to the pair, “The Jung Wooyoung— the protector and savior of omegas— is taking pleasure from a poor, defenseless omega himself. What a sight!”
Jongho could feel the alpha’s— Wooyoung was his name, stiffen under his touch at the alpha’s mocking remarks. Slowly pulling off of Wooyoung, Jongho finally looked up— wanting to scope the alpha's condition.
Big mistake.
He was met with the alphas eyes blown wide, tears threatening to spill as he looked at Jongho, as if the reality of the situation was just sinking in. Looking at him like…. Like he believed every word the alpha spewed. Like he believed he was the monster forcing Jongho to do all this. That he was no better than the very people he spent his life chasing, fighting, and putting behind bars…
The moment the tears escaped Wooyoung’s eyes, Jongho wanted to do nothing but reassure him. To tell him that it wasn’t his fault. That these bastards were to blame for everything. That if anyone should feel guilty, it should be him. There he was: unrestrained, drug free, and barely putting up a fight— listening to their commands. Obeying.
Just as Jongho was about to open his mouth to speak- to tell him it wasn’t his fault, he was stopped by a rough hand in his hair. Jongho cried out as his head was yanked back harshly, jolts of pain spreading from his scalp and down throughout his whole body.
“Who said you could stop?,” the alpha gritted through his teeth, “You’ve been testing my patience omega and I’m done being nice.”
With that, the alpha yanked harder on Jongho's hair, using the advantage of the omegas wail to cup his face and dig his fingers into his cheeks. Unable to close his mouth now Jongho was pushed forward, forced to take Wooyoung’s length in one go. He could barely register Wooyoung’s shrieks as he struggled to breathe, his throat constricting and spasming at the sudden intrusion. Despite his struggle and gags, the alpha did not let up his hold on the omega, keeping him still until Jongho was able to get his breathing under control.
Once Jongho visibly stopped struggling, the alpha pulled him back by his hair, pulling him about halfway before slamming his head forward harshly. Jongho panicked slightly, hands shooting up to brace them on Wooyoung’s thighs as he willed his throat to stay relaxed. Wooyoung had let out another cry, his sounds becoming muffled as he tucked his face into his shoulders.
The alpha set a brutal pace, abusing Jongho’s throat with every push and pull. He felt a sick exhilaration as he watched the scene in front of him. As the two struggled, tears covering their faces as they screamed and whimpered, oh the power was intoxicating~
“Ah- wait…” Wooyoung pulled against his restraints, panic covering his face, “I’m gonna ah- PLEASE-”. Wooyoung continued to beg and plead, feeling himself teetering closer and closer to the edge. His pleas, however, only egged the other alpha on, as he increased the pace of Jongho’s movements. Once Wooyoung’s body spasmed, shaking with the force of his release, the alpha held Jongho's head in place making sure he caught every last drop.
Jongho this time started fully panicking— struggling to breathe as the alpha kept spilling down his throat, unable to properly swallow and unable to move. His vision started to darken and blur, the extortion and lack of oxygen catching up to him quickly. His body began to slump and just as he was about to lose consciousness he was pulled back in one swift motion as he fell to the ground. Jongho immediately spat the alphas' release as he coughed and wheezed ,air rushing to fill his lungs. He curled into himself— clawing at his chest, still struggling against the sudden surge of oxygen as his breathing slowly started to regulate.
“What a shame I can’t have my fun with you tonight too” the alpha muttered as he ran his hands up the omega's thighs, causing Jongho to flinch at the unwelcomed touch.
“It’s already been two weeks since I last got a taste…” his voice trailed off as if recalling the memories, his eyes growing darker—touches rougher.
Jongho shut his eyes— his body trembling at the mention of the last time the alpha had his way with him. Unlike the alpha, he did not want to remember anything from that day. The scar was still fresh— not only on his body, but his heart and mind too. When the alpha stepped away with a sigh, Jongho let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in, his muscles relaxing just half a fraction more than before.
“No matter… I’ll have my time with you after we finish with-” he glanced at the barely conscious alpha hanging on the wall, “- our little guest here.” The alpha snapped his fingers, his two lackeys moving instantly to pull up Wooyoung's pants and uncuff him from his restraints- the alpha falling to the ground the moment he was released.
“What’s one more week, anyway?” The alpha mumbled as he made his way to the exit, “Be nice and make friends— I already broke the ice so you’re welcome” he snickered, unlocking the door to the cell.
“I’ll be back in a couple days before the final show.”
Notes:
That was… a lot. I struggled writing this part a lot, trying to show the turmoil from both sides. Idk if I conveyed it well but let’s just say even though there’s only one person to blame, Jh and Wy both felt a lot of guilt.
Chapter 3
Summary:
His own name sounded foreign to him. He couldn’t remember the last time he even heard someone say it. Here— he was just ‘omega’, his identity reduced to nothing but his subgender. He wasn’t even allowed to tell the other omegas his name, and he never risked it in fear they would both be punished. Jongho never forgot his name, no… but he forgot who he was— unable to remember the Jongho that existed beyond his secondary gender. Before everything was stripped away from him, becoming nothing but a shell of his former self.
Notes:
Let’s just say I was on the verge of tears throughout this entire chapter :D
Chapter Text
Once the door clicks shut, Jongho slowly sits up, trying not to think of the alpha's words— it was easier that way. He turned to the almost unconscious figure beside him, his eyes wavering as he clutched the hem of his night gown, unaware of what to do now. Looking at the alpha, he could see now the bruises that littered his face- a cut in the corner of his parted lips. It was evident that he didn’t go down without a fight— he's a fighter like Jongho.
Like Jongho was…
Shaking the thought out of his head, Jongho returned his focus back on Wooyoung. Still contemplating what to do, he failed to see the alpha's eyes fluttering open— a broken whimper escaping his mouth. The sound startled Jongho, who watched as the alpha slowly became aware of his surroundings.
“Wooyoung-ssi…” Jongho cautiously called out, remembering the alpha's name from earlier.
At the sound of his name, Wooyoung looked at the omega— taking in his red brimmed eyes, bruised face, and swollen lips. He brought up his palms to his face, unable to hold in the small sob that tore from his chest at the sight of the abused boy in front of him. Jongho's eyes widened in panic as the alpha cried in front of him, his own tears threatening to spill knowing it was because of him.
“I’m so-sorry” Jongho bawled, voice broken and hoarse as he lowered his head in shame, setting himself on his knees as more tears blurred his vision. He was going to beg the alpha for forgiveness—show him how remorseful and ashamed he was of his actions—willing himself to say something but he couldn't speak. His words lodged in his throat, his chest heaving from the force of his cries and the weight of his guilt. He lowered his head, bringing it to the floor in a deep bow.
Before his forehead could touch the ground he was stopped with a gentle hand on his shoulders. Not noticing when the alpha moved, Jongho flinched despite the softness of Wooyoung’s hold— not expecting him to want to touch him anyway— his head snapped up to look at the alpha. Wooyoung looked at him with a pained expression, shaking his head as he held the trembling omega.
“Don’t— you don’t have to apologize,” Wooyoung strained, feeling another sob building up in his chest, “I’m one who should be sorry— am sorry— I hurt you and-and I’m so sorry-”
“It wasn’t your fault…”
“It’s not yours either.”
The room grew silent, only the sounds of their shaky breaths and the buzzing of the light could be heard. Looking into each other's eyes, they could see the guilt that painted their gaze— each blaming themselves and not completely believing the others words. How could they?
Jongho could have fought back. After all… he wasn’t drugged or restrained or beaten badly. But he didn't, no… he listened. One harsh smack and he was scrambling to obey, ignoring the alphas cries and pleas. How could he not feel guilty?
And Wooyoung? He was an alpha. Sure he was drugged and outnumbered— but his body reacted to the poor omega. The omega who has been abused for god knows how long, who was conditioned by those damn alphas to do whatever they please and… and he wasn’t any better. How could he not be disgusted with himself?
Wooyoung slowly pulled back his hands when Jongho broke eye contact, not wanting the omega to feel even more uncomfortable with his presence. He winced, holding his head as he felt a sudden strong throb- gasping as it only grew stronger. Jongho, watching as the alpha held his head as if it was going to explode, moved quickly to the sink he had in the corner of his cell. He filled his drinking cup with water before hurriedly making his way back to the alpha.
“Here- drink” he put the cup to Wooyoung’s lips, carefully tilting it forward, “it’s the effects of the drug- dehydrates you and gives you the worst headaches.” Jongho sympathized, watching as Wooyoung drank about half the cup before pulling away. Drinking the rest of the water to ease his throat, Jongho put the cup to the side and turned back to the alpha. He was breathing better but still holding his head as the pain settled.
“Thank you..” Wooyoung looked at Jongho who gave him a small smile in return.
“Do you know what they injected me with? You seem familiar with it…”
“No, they just…” Jongho shook his head, voice trailing off, “they’ve used it on me a couple times.”
He sounded so small— so hurt, yet he still gave Wooyoung a sad smile when the alpha's eyes grew wide. Wooyoung wished he hadn’t asked but he needed to gather as much information as he could, needed to make a plan to escape— to get himself, and every poor soul trapped in this place, out.
“If it’s okay… can you tell me your name?” Wooyoung asked the omega.
“It’s… Jongho—Choi Jongho.”
His own name sounded foreign to him. He couldn’t remember the last time he even heard someone say it. Here— he was just ‘omega’, his identity reduced to nothing but his subgender. He wasn’t even allowed to tell the other omegas his name, and he never risked it in fear they would both be punished. Jongho never forgot his name, no… but he forgot who he was— unable to remember the Jongho that existed beyond his secondary gender. Before everything was stripped away from him, becoming nothing but a shell of his former self.
“Jongho-ssi…” Wooyoung called his name softly. And that did it— that was the needle that broke the camel's back. Jongho burst out to tears as he heard his name for the first time since what felt like forever. Jongho lost count on how many times he cried that night, but he couldn’t help it with the way he called out to him so gently— not commanding him, not with lust secretly laced with disgust, not like he was less than. No… it was the complete opposite. It was warm and kind, something Jongho forgot existed in the world filled with the cruel hands of his captors. It was like… like he was finally seen as a person, like he was deserving of being treated with gentleness and care.
All from a simple call of his name…
“Jongho, what’s wrong- are you hurt?” Wooyoung started to panic as the omega cried harder. Carefully, he scooted closer to Jongho, taking his hands in his as he gently pulled it away from his face. Wooyoung studied his face for any sign of pain but he couldn’t find any— just the face of someone who’s been broken in more than one way. Wooyoung’s chest constricted as Jongho continued to cry, his lower lip trembling as he tried to speak. Wooyoung wanted nothing more than to hold the omega— to shield him from the evils of the world, to protect him from any harm.
“No-no one treats me well here, they d’nt care,” Jongho hiccuped, “why do you? After everth’ng I did, why are you being so nice?”
Jongho broke down— and this time Wooyoung held him. The omega collapsed into his arms, letting out gut wrenching sobs into the alphas shoulders. Wooyoung just holds him tighter, anchoring him so he doesn’t completely fall off the edge. Every sob sent a strike to Wooyoung’s heart, silent tears escaping as he lay soothing pats on Jongho's back. Wooyoung was going to make those bastards pay. He was going to get out and make them all regret the pain they inflicted on every omega— on Jongho.
Wooyoung was eventually pulled out of his vengeful thoughts as the omegas sobs died down, his breath hitching every now as his body grew heavier in his hold. Looking down, he was met with the omega's sleeping face— his eyebrows pinched together and lashes still wet with tears. Easing the tension on Jongho's face with his thumb, Wooyoung let out a sigh, relaxing his own taught shoulders as he stared at the sleeping boy's face.
He still needed a way out before he could think of revenge. He needed someone to help him before he could help Jongho. Breathing out through his nose, Wooyoung looked around the room, trying to find a better place to sleep or even a blanket to cover the barely dressed omega. He was saddened when he noticed the thin mattress in the corner, mistaking it for a thick mat at first, only realizing it was a bed when he saw the even thinner blanket thrown on top.
Carefully, he stood up, carrying Jongho despite his protesting muscles. He was sore all over and was definitely going to feel worse when he woke up, but all he wanted for now was to sleep. Thankfully the makeshift bed wasn’t too far from where they sat and Wooyoung set Jongho down gently. The omega whimpered in his sleep, unsettled by the loss of warmth and comfort. Wooyoung was quick to lay next to him, shushing him softly as he took him in his embrace again. Once Jongho settled down, he felt around for the blanket, his hand searching blindly— trying his best not to disturb the sleeping omega. Finally finding it, he grabbed the blanket, wrapping Jongho completely before covering himself.
Finally settling down himself, Wooyoung took one more glance at Jongho, watching as his chest rose and fell with every breath. He desperately hoped that someone would be able to find them. Sooner rather than later. He knew it was only going to get worse from here- - he was very well aware of the fact. They were all aware of the fact…
Bringing his hand up to caress his neck, he traced the mark that painted his mating gland. The images of his mates cascading his mind as his head got heavier. He missed them terribly, his heart aching at the thought he may never be able to see them again— a lone tear traveling down his face as he was pulled into a restless slumber.
“Please find me…”
Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Summary:
Wooyoung continued to scream at the omega— Jongho was no longer able to process anything as he tried to wrap his head on what was going on. His heart raced and his breath quickened, nothing made sense. He couldn’t breathe and nothing made sense. He couldn’t think and nothing made sense. The alpha kept yelling and nothing made sense…
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Jongho awakens as a rough hand harshly pulls him out of bed—vision still blurred around the edges as he tried to figure out what was going on. When his eyes finally focus, he lets out a shocked gasp as he saw Wooyoung restrained to the wall once again, wearing the same night gown as Jongho instead of his previous sweatsuit. Wooyoung's eyes seemed to shift in and out of focus as he fought to stay conscious—a pool of blood slowly growing beneath his feet.
Jongho's voice caught in his throat, eye following the trail of blood— from the ground to Wooyoung’s legs—up to the gash that turned the white gown crimson.
He rushed over to him only to stop mere inches away from him as Wooyoung let out a panicked cry, incoherent sobs and pleads pouring from his mouth.
“What’s wrong? Who did this to you?”
Wooyoung stared at the omega in horror, eyebrows furrowed as he trembled against his restraints.
“You…” Wooyoung’s voice was barely above a whisper, “you did this.”
Jongho's eyes doubled in size, “ Wha— I didn’t— I would never—”
He would never. Right?
A cold shiver ran through his arm, all the blood draining from his body as the realization sunk in— a knife in his left hand stared back at him. Jongho gripped the knife harder, his hand trembling from the force— since when was he holding that?
Jongho shook his head as he frantically looked around the room, searching for the person playing this sick trick on him. But there was nobody there. It was just Wooyoung and him. It was him. He looked back at Wooyoung, the alpha staring at him with fear and disgust—what was going on?
“Stay away from me!” Wooyoung screeched, “You’re just like them, you fucking monster!”
Wooyoung continued to scream at the omega— Jongho was no longer able to process anything as he tried to wrap his head on what was going on. His heart raced and his breath quickened, nothing made sense. He couldn’t breathe and nothing made sense. He couldn’t think and nothing made sense. The alpha kept yelling and nothing made sense…
Jongho snapped, instantly holding the alpha— “I'M NOTHING LIKE THEM!”
He stared Wooyoung right in the eye, his hold still firm on the alpha. Wooyoung let out a pained gasp causing Jongho to snap out of his haze. Looking down, Jongho let out his own gasp as he saw what he’s done: the knife still in his hand— pushing deep into Wooyoung.
“No, no, no…” Jongho frenzies, watching as life leaves the alpha’s eyes.
“NO”
Jongho wakes up with a small gasp, body jolting as his mind returns back to reality. His hands shoot out, grasping in the first thing he could reach, a sturdy mass under his fingertips.
“Hey—Jongho—you’re dreaming, Jongho… you were having a nightmare, it wasn’t real,” Wooyoung soothed “Come back to me, deep breaths— in and out.”
Jonghos breathing slowly steadied, following Wooyoung as he took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled softly through the mouth. His grip on the alpha started to loosen— letting out a shaky sigh as everything finally sunk in. It was just a nightmare.
“There you go hon, good job.” Wooyoung gave him a gentle smile, rubbing soothing circles on his upper back. Tears stung the back of Jongho's eyes, the gentleness of the alpha evoked a sense of longing in his chest. A feeling so raw and intense that it terrified him—confused him.
“You never answered my question.”
“What question?” A confused look spread on Wooyoung's face.
“Why—” Jongho took a shaky breath, “why are you being so kind?”
Wooyoung didn’t answer right away, instead he gradually sat up, gently pulling Jongho along with him. The omega looked at him cautiously— waiting for the alpha to speak, to answer the question that’s been running through his mind. And what was Wooyoung supposed to say? That this isn’t kindness, it’s him being a normal decent human being. That he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, nothing to warrant the other to be moved to tears from a simple gentle gesture.
But for Jongho, it was out of the ordinary. Wooyoung didn’t want to think of what lengths Jongho had suffered in the hands of those alphas but given the state of the omega, it was obvious they went far enough. Tucking one of Jongho's long strands behind his ear, Wooyoung moved his hand to caress his cheek. His eyes travelled to where his thumb grazed the bruises that had begun to bloom there, the slight pressure made Jongho wince but instead of moving away—he pressed closer to the alpha's touch.
“There is no reason, no one—“ Wooyoung paused, looking Jongho in his eyes, “deserves to be treated with anything short of kindness.”
Tears brimmed Jongho's eyes as he carefully held on to the hand holding his face—nuzzling against Wooyoung's palm as he let his words sink in. “But I hurt you…” Jongho mumbled, lowering his gaze.
Wooyoung lifted his head, prompting Jongho to look at him, “They hurt me—not you—they did. I need you to know that. Do you understand, Jongho?”
Closing his eyes, Jongho hesitantly nodded. Realistically, he knew that it wasn’t his fault, however… he wasn’t sure he understood that. It was like a battle within himself, a battle between his heart and mind, and no matter who won—Jongho was the one paying the price. He gently pulled away from the alpha, burying it all down—he had burdened the other enough already.
Just then, a click sounded through the room before the door swung open. Wooyoung jumped, giving his back to Jongho as he stood on guard. Two trays were pushed in and the door closed once again with a loud thud. The moment another click could be heard, Jongho made his way over to the food trays— taking them over to where he previously sat. He set one down before the alpha, who was staring at him with bewilderment as he lowered his own tray as well.
“Let’s eat, this is the only meal we’re gonna get so don’t waste anything.”
Jongho informed the alpha as he started his own meal. It wasn’t much—a palm-sized scoop of rice, kimchi, and a boiled egg—just enough to keep them from starving to death. Jongho kept eating, bringing another scoop of rice to his mouth—pausing as he noticed the alpha looking at him worryingly, refusing to touch his own food.
“If they wanted to drug or poison us, they would have. Food or no food.” Jongho deadpanned, “Trust me, you'd rather have something to hold your stomach together than starving all day.”
Jongho went back to eating as if all he did was recite the morning news. Wooyoung frowned at the omega's indifference but he knew he was right and understood where he was coming from. He picked his spoon up, moving the food left and right, before hesitantly bringing the food to his lips. Together they ate in silence, nothing but the buzzing of the light and the dripping of the faucet to be heard.
Wooyoung's eyes surveyed the room, trying to figure out what exactly was this place. An abandoned prison? Or maybe an old mental asylum? All he knew was the room was terrifying and there was not a single way to escape from it.
Not a single way.
Once Jongho finished his meal, he took his tray back in front of the door—picking his cup from where he set it down the night before, as he made his way to the sink to fill it up. He drank the water in one go, filling the cup again before bringing it over to Wooyoung who thanked him in return. Jongho sat down on his “bed”, covering his legs with the blanket before bringing his knees to his chest.
Breaking the silence, Jongho decided to ask another question that has been lingering on his mind:
“How did you become their target?” Jongho asked softly once the alpha finished his last bite.
Wooyoung looked at him surprised, taken back by the sudden question. He cleared his throat, taking a sip from the cup as he gathered his thoughts.
Where was he supposed to start?
Chapter 5: Chapter 5
Summary:
Jongho opened his mouth only to close it again. How did he end up here? That was a good question—he just wasn’t sure he had a good answer. The memories of that night moved to the forefront of his mind despite trying to forget about it all these years—ironically it seemed to be one of his most vivid memories. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back, taking a deep breath in.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
How did he become their target?
Wooyoung decided to go with the simplest explanation he could think of.
“I’m-I’m a social worker…” Wooyoung fumbled with his words, “I actually run a sanctuary for abused and troubled omegas—when the world and society fails them, that’s where I come in.”
That’s why he was so gentle and kind, why Jongho felt at ease with him despite the fact he was an alpha. It was what he did for a living, what he was so passionate about and Jongho wished every alpha in the world was like him. However, it didn’t exactly explain why he was abducted and held captive. Wooyoung could see the confusion written all over Jongho's face, continuing his story with a deep sigh.
“I may… take my job too far sometimes.” Jongho let out a confused hum at the alphas' statement.
“I run my own search and rescue missions, not exactly legal, but neither are the places I save those omegas from.” Wooyoung further explained to the other, who was slowly connecting the pieces.
“Did you rescue someone from here?” Jongho asked after a beat of silence.
“I got six omegas out of here and had the alphas that bought them taken away in handcuffs.” Wooyoung answered matter-of-factly.
Jongho was stunned as he processed what Wooyoung had told him. He didn’t save not just one but six omegas, taking them away from this hellhole and getting those bastard alphas that bought them arrested. He was happy for those that escaped, but he couldn’t help the sense of envy that bloomed in his chest.
“Wait—bought them?” Jongho perplexed.
“The auction…”
Wooyoung sheepishly nodded, watching the omega finally connect the final dots.
“That night—the night of the auction—I was there… undercover.” Wooyoung recalled the night.
“One of the alphas we arrested wasn't actually the one behind the purchase—he was just a subordinate who took the blame while the other alpha got away with a clean slate.”
“I was staking this place to try and get information on the guy when I got caught…”
The onslaught of information made Jongho's mind spin. What did he mean he was there that night? Did he see him then? Was it possible that he could’ve been the one to be saved that night? If he was saved then maybe—just maybe—he could’ve still…
Jongho shook the thought out of his head, looking back up at the alpha. That’s when it dawned on him—he did see him that night. The only masked alpha that stood out to him that night, turned out to be none other than the man in front of him.
“You’re that alpha,” Jongho pointed at him, “you were the one who asked me for my name—your hair was blonde then…. But why?”
Wooyoung looked as if he was caught red handed, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact.
“The blonde stood out so I dyed it back to black-“
“That’s not what I meant.” Jongho cut him off, a pout on his lips.
“I know…” Wooyoung sighed, rubbing his hand down his face. “You looked familiar… I realized you were that omega that was all over the news a couple years ago. I wanted to know your name to make sure…” he let out a shaky breath, his fists clenched in his lap, taking a moment before looking up at Jongho.
“I needed to make sure it was really you.”
Oh.
Jongho knew he was on the news. Often taunted by the alphas as they harassed him, telling him he would never be found. He was allowed to watch a short clip once, a year after his abduction—a recording with all the dates removed—of his parents being interviewed. Seeing their faces, even for a fleeting moment, shattered him. He missed them greatly…
His eyes glistened with unshed tears, Jongho willed himself not to cry as he realized he hadn’t thought of his parents in a while. Their faces had started becoming hazy in his memories recently, their voices long forgotten. They loved him more than life itself and he knew if they saw him now, they would be completely heartbroken. Yet he selfishly longed to be in their arms again.
“If it’s okay to ask—you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to” Wooyoung hesitated, “but how did you end up here?”
Jongho opened his mouth only to close it again. How did he end up here? That was a good question—he just wasn’t sure he had a good answer. The memories of that night moved to the forefront of his mind despite trying to forget about it all these years—ironically it seemed to be one of his most vivid memories. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back, taking a deep breath in.
“Nevermind, you don’t ha—”
“No, it’s okay. I just needed a moment.” Jongho reassured the alpha.
“The head alpha—the one that was here yesterday, he’s the one who runs everything,” Jongho began his story, “and he despises nothing more than packs.”
Wooyoung was taken aback, confusion written all over his face. Sure most people chose to mate with only one person and he knew many still believed having multiple mates was blasphemous, as it goes against “evolution”— or whatever those idiots said, Wooyoung didn’t really care. But how could someone’s hatred for packs escalate to this level? His mind just couldn’t grasp the idea.
“Absurd, I know…” Jongho scoffed, seemingly reading the alphas mind. “What’s even more ridiculous is—I wasn’t even part of a pack! All I said was I wanted to be part of one and that was enough reason for me to be his next target— locked away, sentenced to a life of misery.” He laughed bitterly, a tear slipping free no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. Jongho turned away, wiping angrily at his face. He was sick and tired of crying.
Wooyoung rubbed absentmindedly at his mating gland, tracing each bite as pondered on what to say. “Maybe… that’s another reason why I was targeted.”
Jonghos head snapped towards the alpha, eyes instantly locking in on where his hands were still caressing the juncture between his neck and shoulder. His round eyes doubled in size as he finally noticed the mating bites.
“You’re mated. You have more than—you’re in—are you in a pack?” Jongho fumbled with his words, moving closer to take a better look at his mating gland.
Wooyoung nodded. Unzipping his hoodie, taking it completely off as he lowered the neckline of his shirt. Jongho let out a gasp as he saw the bites in all their glory, he was filled with envy at the beauty of each one.
“I have six mates, together we form one crazy pack but we love each other, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” Wooyoung lifted his neckline back up as Jongho slowly backed away.
“You must really miss them.” Jongho whispered sadly.
“More than anything.” Wooyoung's voice cracked, his eyes glistening.
The feeling of envy left Jongho—a sense of longing, sadness, guilt and shame taking its place instead. For years, way before he was taken, he wanted nothing more than to be in a pack. To be surrounded by love, to love and be loved—to be guided, supported, cared for. That’s all he ever wanted. And the sad truth is: he’ll never have it… and Wooyoung will never get it back. He was stuck with Jongho for however long it was deemed necessary.
The guilt was eating at Jongho for what he had done and god knows what he’ll have to do to the mated alpha. And as much as he hates the thought of it, he hated the idea of being alone again even more. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, he wanted the alpha to stay with him, despite the fact that he had mates waiting for him. Mates who were probably distraught, anxious, and unsettled by the disappearance of their lover. And for that, Jongho was ashamed.
“Can you tell me about them?” Jongho broke the silence. The alpha looked surprised at his question. “If it’s okay… can you tell me about your pack?”
Wooyoung looked at him with endearment, and a tinge of sadness, as he nodded. “I would love to...”
Notes:
Just a lil insight on how they got there. Still a lot more to come 🙂↕️
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