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Mar 26, 2018

[FIC: deleted version] All the Warm Colors

Originally the ending of All the Warm Colors. Pairing: Taehyung / Jimin AU: wolf & abo Word count: 3900

WARNING: badly written. Rushed. Everything squeezed together to just end.

NOTE: You'll find half this stuff in chapter 3 of the fic as well. That’s because this was the original ending but then I decided not to rush through it and give it time. Now everyone’s suffering.

Posted on request u_u

When Taehyung gains consciousness, he half expects to be up before he's supposed to be. It's a record he holds in the team. His body is as stubborn as his mind and he never really feels sorry for this trait. Except those two or three times when he strained himself into a short coma. Then his body doesn't wake up again until it's healed and back to its full strength.

Mercifully, this time he's not on a stretcher or in an ambulance, he's not in the middle of surgery or even passing through some place where he's supposed to be unconscious.

He's in a hospital cot, pressed into the cold metal bars by one side while his other side is engulfed in furnace like heat. He waits until he's fully conscious before he looks down at himself.

It should have caught of him off guard but surprisingly it doesn't.

Jimin is squeezed into his good side, his head tucked under Taehyung's arm, nose pressed to the side of his ribs and the rest of his body curled up to fit in the cot beside Taehyung. He looks even smaller like this, especially in the hospital gown he's wearing with a cannula sticking in his hand. He still reeks of heat.

Taehyung tries to turn over so that he can give more space to his companion but the task turns out to be more arduous than it has ever been. He doesn't notice that by shuffling around in the tight space he's accidently pressed the nurse call button.

The door opening has him whipping his head, ignoring the sharp pain it brings in his neck and shoulder to protect omega in heat against an unknown human scent.

The nurse pauses in the doorway, uncertain.

Taehyung relaxes himself when he spots the logo on her uniform.

"Hello, Officer Kim. I was instructed to call your supervising officer as soon as you woke up. Is there anything I can help you with before that, sir?"

She knows it before he's even worded himself. It makes him wonder if she's dealt with omegas before. Her approach is careful, as if showing him that she means no harm. When she's by the bed, she tells him everything she's about to do before she follows up on it.

The nurse checks in case any wires are tangled before she checks his IV. She prattles off questions with a practiced ease as she prods muscles here and there, checking how much they've healed. Then, instead of touching Jimin, she moves around to help Taehyung reposition himself, cushioning him and adjusting the bed's angle until it is to his comfort.

Taehyung spots four parallel scars running on her forearm and he thinks he understands. She catches his stare and answers, as if the question has been asked over a hundred times before, "I went too close to a mated omega. She was also in heat. I've never made the mistake again." Her chuckle is good natured.

Taehyung appreciates her care. He doesn't think to let her know that Jimin isn't mated to him. The way she drapes Taehyung's sheet over Jimin too, to share, seems to nail some sort of finality into the situation.

With his good arm nestled under Jimin's head, he collects his companion closer to himself and, drowning in the calm of painkillers, uses his effected arm to settle it over Jimin's waist. It would look intimate to onlookers, especially humans, but it's regular pack behavior. Jimin may not be pack, but he's here, seeking comfort from Taehyung for his heat and that's... that's enough.

He raises his hand from Jimin's waist to brush away the strands which fall over his eyes. The smoothness of his skin is broken by abrasions, and while it looks nothing next to Taehyung's colourfully bruised and broken skin, he feels that a person like Jimin would be conscious of these little things.

The hospital gown can't cover the deep scratches which show from the bandages under Jimin's neck and whatever he can see of the skin around it, nor can it cover the even deeper marks of claim. It's then Taehyung notices that Jimin's fingers are covered with cotton and gauze, held tight over his fingernails by surgical tape. He remembers something Hoseok said, about Jimin scratching himself bloody and groans when he realizes Jimin tried to scratch all the claims off.

Jimin looks worse for wear but still better than what he did last night. He's been washed and cleaned, the colour of health looking ready to return to him with some more care. In that spirit, Taehyung runs his knuckles softly over Jimin's sharp jaw, ignoring the clots that graze his skin on his journey to Jimin's neck. He runs his finger in slow circles in the hair behind Jimin's ears, a movement sweet and soothing, if Yoongi is anything to go by.

Speaking of the devil, the door opens and brings the scent of pack.

They're fond of making noise but they're sensible enough to not make their usual clamour in hospitals.

Yoongi is the first to come in his sight. "I'm so sorry, Taehyung."

He doesn't have a chance to say anything before everyone else is bumping around the bed to come to the side Taehyung is facing. Jimin's hands twitch between them. Taehyung wraps his arm around the omega's waist.

"I thought our supervisor was coming, not you lot, " Taehyung scowls but with no real bite.

"Colonel Bang felt merciful enough to call us and give us time with you before your informal debriefing,"

"Don't give him the credit," Hoseok pipes up, "we all know he can't stand Taehyung. He just wants us to tire you out so you won't give him trouble." Everyone jokingly agrees.

Taehyung grumbles about being abandoned by them again but the way all their faces drop has him pause. "You know, I don't blame you. Any of you,"

"Tae," Yoongi comes forward, looking between Jimin and him before he takes the hand Taehyung has resting on the small of Jimin's back, cradling it in both of his own, "I'm so sorry. I know you're a good person. I know you would never do anything- I just- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for even thinking you would force anyone into a-"

"It's okay," the only reason Taehyung cuts in is because his stomach starts roiling in discomfort. He doesn't want to talk about it right now, not with Jimin in his arms.

"I wasn't in my right mind. I saw him, and the things he was saying, Tae, from one omega to another-"

"Yoongi, it's fine. I'm not holding anything against you. You're still my only omega buddy, yea?"

"Are you sure, though?" Hoseok's voice comes as a tease. Seokjin elbows him harshly.

"Where's Jungkook?"

"Here!" A hand shoots up from behind everyone and Jungkook makes his way to the front curiously. He looks sleepy compared to everyone else, his emotions more stable. It's a given. As a new induction, Jungkook is barely attuned to the bond they share.

"You were cool out there," Taehyung confesses, giving him a thumbs up. Jungkook laughs a little, cheeks beginning to burn as he looks here and there, searching for words to reply with.

"Fucker! You didn't see him go half as wild as I did!" Hoseok throws his arm around Jungkook's shoulders, pulling himself against him as he shoves at Jungkook's chest with the other. "This here, is The Terminator in wolf form! Betcha he makes omega wet just standing there!"

"He's doesn't, trust me." Yoongi deadpans. Jungkook is suddenly very attentive.

"We've all agreed you swapped bodies with a demon so you don't count as a real omega," Hoseok shuts up when Jungkook pries his arm off to make his way back and slump down into a chair, his expression closing off, his tongue pressing inside his cheek.

"How're you doing?" Namjoon's voice is soothing after the little ruckus. Like all of them, his eyes keep shifting to Jimin too. It grates a little on his nerves, the way they look at him and Jimin, but he also understands them. They've never seen him show affection for anyone outside their circle. Care. Yes? Taehyung has loads of it for his species. But it's easier to fall into blunt jokes about things everyone else is already making fun of rather than breaking a continuity to commit.

"Good, I guess,"

"Of course, you would," Hoseok sniggers.

"Did anyone contact his pack?" Taehyung tilts his head in Jimin's direction. Everyone starts looking at each other, trying to egg each other in the line of fire. The following silence carries a dreadful answer. "What? Tell me."

Namjoon begrudgingly faces him when Seokjin hisses that it's his responsibility as their senior officer. "Jimin is a vagabond, now,"

"Oh, fuck's sake!" Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Taehyung isn't a glass doll." He sounds snappy but his hands are wringing each other when he starts speaking. "Jimin's pack is dead. He broke from his birth pack with some friends to start one of their own. He won't tell us what his birth pack is but the one he committed himself to is gone. The alphas killed each other off in the pit and Jimin is... here."

It takes Taehyung a moment to absorb and digest the information. Jimin's pack, a small one, just beginning to grow roots was taken and lead to all of this. It made sense for them to be picked off. A bunch of juvenile kids thinking they could survive in the world on their own. In a way it made sense for no pack to claim some of the bodies.

"Did you catch the fucking hunter?"

Everybody looks at him simultaneously in surprise. Taehyung has never kept it a secret how deep his distaste flows for people who aren't like them. They shouldn't be surprised by the venom in his voice.

"Hunter?"

"There was a hunter?"

"What hunter?"

"Please, no," he moans, "fuck. Fuck." He tries to turn on his back, hand gripping his hair as a headache begins to bloom. The pillows behind him won't let him change his position. "Shit!"

A small hand hesitantly curls into the fabric of his clothes. He looks down into Jimin's watery eyes, at his lips mumbling a silent it's ok.

But it's not. It's really not.

The door opens and it allows in antiseptic, something flowery and the nurse's scent. "Officers, I've been informed Colonel Bang is on his way up."

Everyone shares panicked looks because if there's one thing their supervisor is strict about, it's uniforms. Which none of them are wearing.

"We'll come back later," Seokjin bides his farewell and everyone is quick to follow with their variations.

Taehyung still hasn't looked away from Jimin. Now that he's awake, Taehyung second guesses if he's allowed to rub Jimin's back or hold him like he did before. He settles for holding the hand Jimin has fisted in his clothes.

"I'm sorry for your loss,"

He has lost too much to fit into words.

Jimin breathes deeply, blinking away his tears before they fall. "I'm ok, for now. I think,"

He wants to ask where Jimin will go after his heat ends and he recovers, if he has any plans, any friends who'd take him and shelter him? Taehyung isn't naive. He knows why Jimin won't contact his birth pack. They never take kindly to breakaways, and the way Jimin returns will have him shunned or stigmatized instead of accepted.

Omegas are not vagabonds. None of their kind are. Never for long. They always tend to return to the social life constructed by the pack.

Taehyung's own team is not a formal or registered pack. In the eyes of their organization, they're a group of weirdoes who made a big fuss about wanting to live under one roof after working together for a while. Even if they don't vocalize it, their tuning, their behaviour, their attachment and needs and reactions scream pack. They settled into it without consciously trying. Taehyung's team members are his pack, and no document needs to be stamped or approved for him to believe this.

He hopes he can find something for Jimin too. A place he can amalgam into and bloom as beautifully as omegas do. Truthfully, he knows very few packs, if any, will accept Jimin in this state. It won't be a matter of pack politics, but more of alphas giving him a wide girth after spotting the claims on him. Not one or two, but more than a handful of lifelong scars which will hold the scents of their owners for a long time.

The best hope for Jimin is a shelter.

The nurse comes to help adjust the bed so he can sit up properly. Jimin moves to the edge of the bed during the activity. He seems to hesitate taking back his old spot until Taehyung opens his free arm and Jimin nestles against his side again.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to be a burden. I just don't know who to go to."

"I don't mind," Taehyung reassures him, "you're doing better than Yoongi."

Jimin laughs wetly. "The doctor gave me a shot earlier. The heat is wearing off, maybe that's why. It was a forced one anyway."

It's nice to hear Jimin speak. His voice is sweet, even though the topic is somber. Taehyung itches to please Jimin somehow, to soothe him.

His opportunity is gone when his supervisor enters.

"Imagine my surprise," the man starts, in his usual manner of no greeting and bullshit only, "when I heard you, Kim Taehyung, of all people, went down during a mission. I said, bloody Kim? The Kim? Taehyung?" His laugh bellows in the room. "I thought you'd look like grilled meat. I tell you now, that's exactly how my boys described it. But you look like you let a truck run over you and you bloody hell enjoyed it."

The man pauses when he catches a glimpse of Jimin, and he grins the way he does when he talks about his kids. "You look better, son. But, really? Bloody Kim Taehyung?"

None of the other units are as lax like theirs is. Sometimes Taehyung wonders why it is so, but then their supervisor comes along and Taehyung remembers why.

"Son, do you think you can give us some privacy?" The question is aimed at Jimin. He seems to shrink under the query even though there's no firmness to it. Colonel Bang tended to look more intimidating than he ever bothered to be. The fault partly stayed with the dark uniform, a colour which didn't belong to any of the publicized paramilitary forces. Most of the fault went directly to his status as alpha. "Or I suppose you can stay." He adds when he sees the IV line leading to Jimin. "Guess we should let you have a little peek of what kind of boy you found a liking to, eh?"

His wink is obnoxious. Jimin shrinks further under the sheet. Taehyung has half a mind to rebuke the man about calling him a boy.

In the conference room, Taehyung recognizes one of the photographed faces as the hunter's. Jungkook did a number of him, maiming him for life, but the injury wasn't immediately life threatening. Instead, the man died by means of poison. He had a capsule pressed between his molars and he crushed it between his teeth when he realized he was being taken in by wolves. That's what forensics said.

He took with him the secrets which made them all scent blind, which weakened their almost invincible bodies, which repressed their second forms, crushed their humane values and gave rise to baser animal instincts.

It's a terrifying thought, that there are others like him. A whole group of people, generations, which share his knowledge and the hatred of their kind. People who'd be willing to put down entire packs in some blind act of twisted heroism.

The man who approached them at the filling station, whom they had carelessly pinned as a cop, was in fact, not a cop. He was an imposter. Someone stationed to lure wanderers. Like a fool, Taehyung had walked into their trap.

The team couldn't track his phone. It was discarded along with his wallet from where he had been kidnapped. His trace was lost due to whatever had blocked their olfactory organs. They'd only found him two days later by his howl, outside the district limits, on private property which didn't even exist on maps.

All the thanks from the survivors went straight to their supervisor's inbox. Sometimes he passed along the really emotional messages, or forwarded gifts of fruit and handmade goods. Taehyung couldn't bear to keep any of them. Especially knowing that he'd also killed his own kind.

He had been made to attend a few sessions with a psychologist. Taehyung didn't think he needed them at all but he wished the same could be said for Jimin.

Jimin was accepted into what the public recognized as a hostel, but was actually an omega den. A little safe house for omegas who had left their packs for one reason or another. The occupants changed regularly. They stayed for a while before they returned to their packs or joined new ones, they stayed until they found what they were looking for or found love to lead them into new lifestyles. Some stayed for a day, others stayed for a few weeks, the most anyone had stayed was for an year, but Jimin was becoming the only constant in the house.

Taehyung wants him to move out of the house, somewhere with warmer people, a happier atmosphere. Somewhere Jimin doesn't have to work himself to exhaustion to prove something unsaid. Every time Taehyung goes to meet him, to take him out to get some fresh air, the more his resolve strengthens.

Three months since the case closed, the one which brought them together, Taehyung makes up his mind.

Jimin has never said it out loud but Taehyung knows he enjoys it most when he brings Jimin over. Jimin beelines for the six foot beanbag they used to keep in front of the TV, now pushed it into a corner of the den when Seokjin recognized Jimin priming it for nesting.

Taehyung is the only asshole who uses it from time to time.

After being swathed in blankets, Jimin fills the quota of sleep he missed at the omega den. Yoongi bought sheets and a pillow for Jimin but Taehyung still has them wrapped in their seals in the storage room. He much prefers Jimin using his.

When Jimin is over they play board games. There's a list of winners taped to the refrigerator. The loser of the month has to take everyone out to eat. Jimin enjoys those games the most because he never loses. What he doesn't know is that no one lets him lose.

Sometimes they'll take Jungkook's console to play digital games. Oftentimes Seokjin and Yoongi will steal Jimin away to learn pack recipes from him. Seokjin is hell bent on finding Jimin's birth pack, a little challenge he's built to satiate his own curiosity and why Jimin refuses to get in touch with them. It irks Taehyung, the way they want to find information Jimin isn't willing to give.

It also irks him when Yoongi keeps Jimin all to himself in his room and they talk about male omega stuff you wouldn't understand, now get the fuck out Taehyung.

The highlight of the visit is when they're full and they've dragged the beanbag in front of the TV and are watching a movie. Taehyung's blanket is draped over Jimin, and when he creeps onto the beanbag, Jimin makes space for him without spluttering or curling into himself of shyness. He makes space half consciously and Taehyung enjoys how Jimin reacts to him without even noticing it.

They're developing a bond.

He knows so when Jimin picks Taehyung's oversized jacket over Yoongi's perfectly fitting one because it smells comfortable, you know? He knows so because when he offers Jimin food with his fingers, not a spoon or a fork or chopsticks, his fingers, Jimin takes it and doesn't blink twice when his lips close around Taehyung's fingers. When Jungkook tries that on Yoongi his fingers are almost bitten off.

They're just a few of many things he can remember. Jimin leaning into his space when they're with company or in a crowd, Jimin falling pliant when Taehyung touches his shoulder or his neck, Jimin swallowing Taehyung's trash cooking and showering him with compliments. There is so much Taehyung might combust from the collective memory.

Of course, it was inevitable.

It's another Sunday. Jimin is over and stitching one of Taehyung's buttons back, teaching him as he goes.

"See? It's so simple,"

It is. Taehyung knows. He's done it before. He just enjoys watching Jimin care for him, fretting over him, just as he knows how Jimin enjoys attention from him.

"Hey," he gushes, watching as Jimin folds the shirt and puts back the stitching kit, "I've been thinking."

"Uh oh," Jimin teases. Taehyung pokes his side, turning to tickle him when Jimin tries to get away. It's really too easy, pulling Jimin onto his lap to trap him and tickle him into breathlessness. He stops when Seokjin bellows from across the house to stop killing the boy!

"I have an idea,"

"Really now?" Jimin laughs, wiping away the tears clinging to his eyelashes. "What's it about?" He rolls off Taehyung's lap to face him curiously.

"I discussed it with everyone and the supervisor said it's A ok. All I need is your input now," Taehyung runs his forefinger in a circle on the carpet under him. It's a simple question. He doesn't know why his heart is beating like this and his body is feeling uncomfortable and chilly all of a sudden.

"What? You're making me nervous," Jimin's brows furrow as he picks Taehyung's changing scent. Taehyung doesn't like seeing that. He wants to make Jimin happy, not nervous.

"It would be great to have you here. As in, great if you moved in, you know? We'd like that." He looks up and Jimin's eyes are wide and his lips are parted to show that endearing crooked tooth. "I'd love that," he was supposed to finish it coolly but it comes out lame and uncertain. Taehyung breathes in deep, "I really want you to become a part of us."

"Everyone-?" he can't seem to finish his sentence.

"Everyone loves the idea. We agreed to kick Jungkook to the street and give his room to you," Jimin bursts out laughing, "but Yoongi offered space in his room. I think he's in love with you but he's too prickly to admit it." And now Jimin is laughing harder and wiping away tears before they fall down his cheeks.

"Taehyung,"

"You can just dump your stuff in Yoongi's but sleep in mine. We can sneak out at night through the window. I know you want to." He wiggles his eyebrows, his composure slowly cracking under Jimin's wet laughter. He knows Jimin's answer already. He just knows, but he wants to build his case as strong as possible.

"I don't want to be a burden,"

"A pack isn't a burden," he reaches for Jimin's hands, curling his large fingers around his wrists. "You already carry all of us with your scent," and he scrunches up his face for the next bit, "and I guess you might carry all of us in your heart," Jimin giggles. "I want- my bad- we want you here as pack."

It takes a while for Jimin's sniffles and coughs to subside. "You practiced this?"

"Yea. Was it good?"

"I don't know. When can I move in?"

So this concludes the fic for anyone who’s in a rush to end it ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

I’m a bit caught up in wedding shopping, my thesis, my job and my family so my writing progress is very slow OTL

Here’s a moodboard for the fic though \:D/

#fanfic #bts fic #all the warm colors