First Attack

"ARGGHHHHH! HAJIMA! AHHHHHH!" Jungkook cried when I began smacking him with all my might again as anger surged through me like a volcanic eruption. WAE?! Why did he do it?! Why did he tell his father I snuck out with Jimin!?

"Sora!" Jimin yelped, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and towed me away, so I lifted my legs and kicked Jungkook wildly. Why is he helping Jungkook!?

"Let me go! LET ME GO!" I screamed at Jimin angrily as he firmly held onto me. No matter how hard I thrashed- Jimin wouldn't let go of me, so I eventually gave up in exhaustion. Breathing heavily... I turned to glare at Jungkook dead in the eyes. I will get you someday. I know I will.

"Aish. What are you?! A wrestler?!" Jungkook groaned as he got onto his feet in pain.

"Wait until I get you!" I spat angrily at him.

"Cut it off. Sora. Come with me," Mr. Jeon sighed, walking up the staircase. I roughly yanked myself from Jimin... still keeping my resentful eyes on Jungkook.

"Aish!-"

"AH!" Jungkook yelped in fear and backed away when I tried to smack him again but stopped when I turned to find Mr. Jeon staring at me from the staircase. I quickly turned to fire Jungkook another fierce glare before stomping my way up the stairs after Mr. Jeon. I swear I'll destroy him someday.

"Have a seat," Mr. Jeon said in a dull tone as we entered his workroom filled with shelves of books and documents. I sat down in frustration... still mad at Jungkook for exposing me.

"Sora, I'm very disappointed," Mr. Jeon sighed while staring at me. My heart swelled in pain, but I held it in. I bit onto the inner flesh of my mouth as I looked at Mr. Jeon dead in the eyes.

"I'm always a disappointment to everyone," I said in a low voice. Nothing I do is right. My existence itself is a lie. I just don't know what to do anymore. They don't have to keep on reminding me...

"You can do better, you know that? This is all for you," Mr. Jeon sighed, shaking his head repeatedly.

"Better? I doubt it. Do you know why? Because I don't even want to be here," I softly chuckled while staring at the desk with a blank expression. Even if I can do better, I won't do it. I'd rather die than live in a place like this.

"Sora. You have no other option. Do you know that? You were known as an average, and did you see how much danger you were in? Now you're the supreme alpha, so you're in much more danger than you think," Mr. Jeon sighed at me with a worried expression.

"Then I'll die. Game over. No more of this nonsense," I scoffed, staring at Mr. Jeon blankly in the eyes. He suddenly turned silent... quietly gazing at me. What did he expect from me? I'll just burden him and his family.

"That cannot happen. If you go down, it'll be chaos," Mr. Jeon looked me dead in the eyes. I furrowed my eyebrow in confusion. What is he saying?

"You see Sora. Your parents twisted the rules to establish another supreme alpha," Mr. Jeon sighed after getting up onto his feet. I kept my eyes on him in confusion.

"Neh?" I whispered... baffled by his words. So what?

"You were actually the only supreme alpha... even though you're tied with Taehyung and Seokjin. It wasn't supposed to happen. Because not just one... but two other supreme alphas emerged from your parent's creation," Mr. Jeon exhaled while leaning against the shelf with his arm crossed. Um... What...? Is this supposed to be their secret or what?

"Why would they do that-"

"A kingdom needs a King and Queen. So with a King, you'll be much stronger," Mr. Jeon explained, staring at me dead in the eyes. What the fuck. Why do they keep on saying a Queen and King as if I'm supposed to marry- WHAT. I wildly turned to look at Mr. Jeon... no.

"What do you mean-"

"Anyways, I understand why you sneaked out of the mansion. I know you're tired of us. I know you need your freedom but Sora. Your life is valuable. You're the pillar holding all of us up. You must be upset with your parents, but do you really want to see them suffer? Not just your parents, but Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin too. Everyone will be affected," Mr. Jeon interrupted. My head buzzed with a million questions. So I'm responsible for everyone's life? You must be kidding me. When did I sign up for this?

"We'll be securing the east and west gates, so please don't sneak out again. Maybe all you need is a stride down the street or have food at the local mart alone, but-" That's it. I zoned out. East and West gate? But I never sneaked out through the gates. The ballroom is down South. And he thinks I'm alone? The tension in my chest subsided when I realized Mr. Jeon was clueless about our secret passage out of the mansion.

"I'm sorry," I whispered and lowered my head. I thought they knew... but I guess not.

"I won't tell your parents about this. Don't do it again, araso?" Mr. Jeon asked... sitting back down on his chair.

"Thank you," I whispered, smirking to myself before bowing at Mr. Jeon. Our secret will be safe, so no one can stop me. After the talk, I went back down into the living room, but it was empty. Where did they all go? I glanced around the mansion in confusion when Taehyung suddenly came striding into the living room... fully dressed up. It's already dark outside... Where is he going? As if he didn't see me, he walked past me and into the parking lot. Whatever... I was about to head to my room when Jungkook walked into the living room all dressed up as well, so I paused to look at him in confusion.

"Bye, Ballbreaker," Jungkook huffed, rushing past me in a hurry. Ballbreaker? I stood stiffly... trying to process his words. Wait... oh.

"YAH!" I snapped at Jungkook, offended by what he said.

"Annyeong!" Jungkook waved, disappearing into the parking lot. ZOOM! A car raced out of the parking lot. Taehyung took his car...? Ah... he must be picking up Haerim. Shortly after, Jungkook drove out of the parking lot too.

"You should go to the party," Mr. Jeon appeared on top of the stairs with his hands in his pockets. I turned to look at him in confusion. Party? What party? What did I miss? My parents and Taehyung's parents flew to Japan... and they never said anything about parties...

"I'm tired. I don't think-"

"Go and have fun. You can no longer enjoy the normal society like you used to... so this is your chance to adapt to our environment. Get to know the alphas, and have fun. This is your life now," Mr. Jeon smiles at me, causing warmth to spread across my chest.

"I'll pass this," I shook my head and headed to my room. I'm really exhausted.

"Sora! Kaja!" Jimin appeared, and he was fully dressed for the party. He must be going too, huh? How can I let him go alone? He's already ready... I don't want to upset him...

"You go. I'm tired," I shook my head at him. I was expecting Jimin to grimace at me, but no. Instead, he weakly smiled and took a step closer to me. Gently, he placed his hands on my hips and leaned in to kiss me... causing butterflies to form in my belly. Oh god, why is he such a good kisser? Jimin pressed me against the wall and cupped his palms around my cheeks... his plump and soft lips... grazing against mine in a steady rhythm. Slowly... I lowered my hands to wrap it around his waist as I leaned against the wall.

"I won't go then. We can keep on doing this instead," Jimin smiled, drawing his lips away from mine and stared at me in the eyes. My cheeks flushed red at the thought of us spending time together, alone.

"You're all dressed up though," I grinned... lightly squeezing his firm waist.

"I can strip it off for you," Jimin spoke in a low sexy voice, causing my heart to race in embarrassment. What the hell did he just say?! Ahhh~ Park Jimin... you're really dangerous.

"It'll be a waste," I smiled, leaning in to kiss him. He immediately responded and kissed me back.

"I'll go with you," I walked into my room.

"Jinja!? Are you sure??" Jimin asked, following me into my room. I nodded as I pulled my closet open to search for my clothes.

"Wear something comfortable," Jimin smiles while lying down on my couch... watching me dig into the closet... smiling like an idiot... he's so sweet. I quickly changed into a pastel pink mini dress just above my knees, applied a bit of makeup, and pulled on my heels.

"Ah... it's really unhealthy for my eyes... you're too pretty," Jimin chuckled while staring at me without blinking. I think I'll have a heart disorder soon because of him.

"Hajima..." I shyly whispered as he stared at me with his tempted gaze. Jimin and I took off towards the party after I got ready. I found out it was held by Seokjin at a premium club reserved for alphas only.

"Sora!" Hoseok turned to look at me in surprise when we entered the club. People were jamming and drinking all over the place. Oh god... I hate crowds... too many people... too loud... I want to go home. The music was so loud I thought my ears were gonna bleed.

"Hoseok..." I smiled at him. Mira and Minho were jamming at the center of the club... and Seokjin was doing this weird dance beside them. It's as if he's trying to catch an invisible fish...

"I thought you wouldn't come," Hoseok grinned at me, then walked away before I could even respond to him.

"Let's go to our seats," Jimin smiled, tugging my hands as we made our way through the crowd. Jimin went off to order us a drink and found his way back to me.

"Oh. You're here," Seokjin raised his eyebrow as he approached me and panted heavily.

"Does your parents know about this?" I asked, glancing around the crowded club.

"Well, I'm wasting a few hundred thousand won while they're on a trip to Japan with your parents, so of course, they're clueless!" Jin chuckles at me. A few hundred thousand? You must be kidding me... Why is he suddenly so nice though? Did he finally forgive me...? That's when I noticed his cheek was slightly red.

"You're drunk... no wonder you're being nice," I scoffed, turning away from him. The only time people are nice to me is when they're out of their minds...

"Tipsy! Just Tipsy," Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows and danced his way back into the crowd.

"Dance with me!" Jimin grinned, tugging my arm, but I quickly drew it back.

"I don't know how..." I smiled at him shyly.

"Come on. Don't worry," Jimin smiled, leading me onto the dance floor. And to my surprise, he was very good at dancing. He leaped right into the upbeat music. I jammed awkwardly by his side while smiling at Jimin, who was wildly dancing before me. I slowly turned and caught my breath when my eyes landed on Yoongi. He was sitting at the far end... talking to a guy. What is he doing here? He's not the type to be at parties...

"WHOOOOH! YEAH!" Jimin suddenly shrieked, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. I turned to find Jimin doing a hip thrust at me with a teasing look on his face. He suddenly reached out and pulled me close to him- making me blush like a maniac. I hope I don't look like a tomato... What if I look like one???! How embarrassing!

"Yah- Park Jimin! Behave yourself!" I snapped at him with a cheeky grin on my face.

"What did you say?" Jimin asked, looming over me. He stares intensely at my eyes and bit down on his lower lips.

"Your sexiness is killing me," I smiled at him. Jimin softly chuckled and turned to look me in the eyes again.

"I'll take it slow then..." Jimin whispers, leaning towards me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he tightened his grip around my waist. BADUM. BADUM. BADUM. My heart is going crazy for him. In the steamy atmosphere, he tilted his face to deepen our kiss. He pulled away from me, unsteadily panting for air as I licked my lips.

"You're the one sucking away my soul," Jimin breathes heavily with a sly smirk.

"Let's rest," I smiled, interlacing my fingers with his, then tugged him back to our seat.

"I need to talk with Seokjin for a moment. Be right back," Jimin smiled, pushing his way across the room. I had nothing to do, so I turned to scan the crowd... just then... my eyes locked with another pair of eyes. Taehyung has been staring at me from the other side of the room... he looked upset. Why is he holding grudges against me...? He chose Haerim, and I chose Jimin. Sighing, I averted my eyes just in time to see Mira approaching me.

"Bloodsucker!" Mira smirked as she walked toward me, followed by Eunhae and Minho.

"It's Ballbreaker," I dawdled. Here comes trouble...

"Moh?" Mira asked, staring at me in confusion. Jungkook suddenly showed up right next to me. Why is he here? I don't want to see his face.

"The new nickname is ballbreaker, isn't that right, Jungkook-shi?" I turned to smirk at Jungkook, earning a disapproving grimace from him.

"Shut up," He snapped, glancing away uncomfortably.

"If you don't want me to break your balls or choke you to death right now- then please- turn around and leave. If you don't believe me, just ask him," I shrugged at Jungkook, who turned stiff in embarrassment. I'm really not in the mood to fight...

"What are you talking about-"

"You should really go. I can guarantee you that," Jungkook spoke awkwardly and darted me an uneasy look before turning back to Mira. Ah~ why is she still standing here ...? Sighing, I shot Minho a stern look. Should I expose him again? Minho darted me a nervous look as he awkwardly tugged Mira's arm.

"Aish! Whatever," Mira snapped, walking away in a hurry, so Minho followed her and disappeared.

"Where's Minah?" I asked when I noticed Jungkook wasn't with her.

"You think she'd still be with a ball-less person?" Jungkook joked. What the fuck. Ball-less??? My head snapped in his direction in shock.

"Master Jimin's drink is here!" The waiter smiled, placing a glass of wine down.

"I really broke... your- um... your... thing... your... willy... jinja??" I asked him in shock. Omo...

"You wish," Jungkook spat at me. Aish... of course... What a dickhead...

"Yah! That's Jimin's!" I snapped when Jungkook suddenly grabbed Jimin's glass and took a sip from it.

"Does it have his name on it?" Jungkook asked, pretending to examine the glass. I grimaced at him in disbelief. He's really a dickhead.

"Taehyung is-"

"ARGHHHHH!" A thrilling scream echoed throughout the club, causing the dancefloor to grow hushed. The DJ stopped the music and turned around in confusion. Did someone scream?... Wae... What's going on?

"Moh...?" Jungkook whispered in confusion when people started crowding around the lounge to the left.

"SOMEONE GET HELP!" Namjoon's shaky voice boomed, causing the room to buzz into chaos. Jungkook and I tried to push our way into the crowd, but it was so dense we were pushed back out. Wae? Is Namjoon hurt? I tried to peek between the gaps, but I couldn't see through the mass of people.

"Hae-Haerim?! HAERIM?!" Taehyung suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. Jungkook and I quickly turned to look behind us to find Haerim puking and twitching on the floor as Taehyung grabbed hold of her. What the actual fuck. The crowd immediately turned and rushed over to Haerim.

"HOSEOK!" Seokjin yelped in shock. I quickly turned back to my left to find Hoseok on the floor... twitching just like Haerim. Confused, I turned to frown at Jungkook's uptight expression.

"JIMIN! CALL THE FUCKING AMBULANCE!" Taehyung bellowed across the room as he held onto Haerim's body. He looked scared and confused at the same time as she jerked in distress. Half of the people were crowded around Hoseok while the other half were crowded around Haerim. Leaving Jungkook and I... standing in between them... the scene was so disturbing I felt like puking, but I couldn't help but stare at them in horror. What's the matter?

"I think they- urp- I- urp-" Jungkook was about to say something when he suddenly gagged. I turned to look at him in confusion. Jungkook gagged again, then looked at me in fright. What's with him?? Why is he acting weird?

"Moh? Yah- What's wrong???" I whispered in confusion when he clenched his chest in discomfort... his face twisting in pain. My heart started racing... is he sick?

"S-Sora... I think I'm- I'm-" Jungkook stuttered and gagged at me in tears. I stood watching him in horror... trembling in fright when his face twisted in pain. Wae... wae... WAE?

"Jungkook!" I gasped in terror when he suddenly fell to his knees. I quickly bent down to grab hold of him, but he was way too heavy- we both collapsed onto the floor. What's wrong with him?? I'm scared... I'm really scared...

"YAH! STOP IT! IT'S NOT FUNNY!" I cried when Jungkook started twitching on the floor in immense pain. His face suddenly turned red as veins formed along his forehead. Yah! Mohyah?! Andwae! This can't be happening! You're scaring me, Jungkook-ah!

"YAH! THIS IS SO NOT FUNNY! HAJIMA!" I screamed in horror while holding onto him tightly. Jungkook violently jerked in my arms as his eyes rolled back into his sockets... white foams started to bubble up inside his mouth. I shrieked in fright as I stared at his terrifying condition. .. His hands are cold! The entire club muted around me as I watched him twist and turn unconsciously... I don't understand ...?

The wine glass... it hits me like a truck.

The wine glass...

Gasping... I slowly averted my terrified bulging eyes toward the empty wine glass... sitting on top of the table...