World Building Fact:

When Alphas fall into Alpha-space, their eyes turn a yellowy/amber color. This color has come to represent aggression and danger.

There are rare cases where Alphas, whose hormones are imbalanced, can experience chronically yellow eyes. These Alphas usually experience a variety of other side-effects such as increased strength, extreme pain tolerance, and a greater tendency towards aggression. This condition is referred to as Amber-fever.

-
The Kim's usual black Rolls Royce SUV parked right in front of the gate.

The house itself wasn't all that impressive, large but not anything to brag about. The bragging rights came from owning an actual piece of land in central Seoul.

Hoseok got out, alone, because he didn't need any bodyguards.

Hoseok walked towards the soldiers, because yes, Yeeun was in fact dramatic enough to hire actual soldiers right after their formal military service was up.

"You don't mind opening the gate, do you?" Hoseok asked with a smile.

The men dressed in Kevlar and who had seen actual warzones, silently shook their head, fear clear in their eyes, wordlessly opening the gate and bowing as he walked past.

It was funny. Honestly.

Hoseok didn't handle much of the dirty work nowadays. His days of being 'sunshine' were mostly behind him. Generally, he dealt with more legitimate business. Since, when he popped his contact lenses in, he was easily the most presentable and docile-looking of the Alphas.

Soft, warm scent, adorable heart smile, and a voice that wasn't automatically underlined in an Alpha-voice.

Though, without his contacts, his ever-present amber eyes tended to have an entirely different effect. Anyone who had any dealings with the underground, knew about the infamous Alpha with chronically amber eyes.

Entirely alone and mostly unarmed, Hoseok confidently walked into Yeeun's house, glancing at the well-manicured lawn and pretty flower beds.

It was quaint. Pathetic compared to the Kims' Seoul penthouse with marble floors and crystal chandeliers, but Yeeun made an attempt, and that ought to be acknowledged.

Servants, maids, and guards all bowed as Hoseok walked through the house, knowing he was more the master of the house than Yeeun.

Yeeun might own the house, but Hoseok owned Yeeun. Well, that might have been a bit dramatic.

This was the third family he was storming in on. There were five small clans that ran lower division of Seoul. North, south, east, west, and central. The Kim's owned all of it, but they allowed others to manage the details, as long as they always received a cut. It was good to delegate.

And to have other people to throw under the bus.

The first two families Hoseok had visited were clearly not involved in Kookie's kidnapping; they had been shaking at the thought of betraying the Kim pack, let alone doing it by kidnapping their pup. Hoseok hoped Yeeun reacted the same way, after all, the Omega was a loyal one, all things considered.

Yeeun's living room was okay. Minimalistic. Lots of wooden surfaces and white furniture. Hoseok supposed he couldn't judge Yeeun the way she decorated her home and nest.

But, he could say that Seokjin, Tae, and Jiminie had far better taste.

Hoseok sighed.

"Where is she?" he asked.

He moved to sit down on one of those plain white couches. With the absence of his Omega mates, Hoseok felt absolutely no need to be polite, spreading his legs confidently and throwing an arm over the back of the sofa.

"Don't mean to rush her, but I'm in a bit of a hurry."

One of Yeeun's Alphas was sitting across from him, visibly shivering. He had clearly just ran out his shower the moment he'd heard Hoseok was here. Clad in just a thin nightgown, his wet hair was soaking the silky fabric, no doubt adding to his discomfort. The poor thing seemed so frightened, eyes wet with unshed tears.

"S-sunshine, I pprom-"

Hoseok smiled, "Please, call me Hoseok. We're having a civilized conversation aren't we?"

The Alpha nodded jerkily, before he continued his sentence, "S-she's out for a run. She'll be back soon, Iswearshealwayscomesbackathree."

The faint scent- Hoseok was mated so it really didn't affect him - of pleading, honesty, honesty, fear filled the air. The poor Alpha was clearly terrified, unsettled and lost without the presence of his mate.

Hoseok smiled, "Don't worry about it, little one. Hm? I know you're telling the truth. How about you go and finish your shower, and I'll wait for your Omega to come home."

The Alpha faltered, clearly conflicted between facing the Hoseok alone and letting his mate face the dangerous Alpha alone.

It was sweet, if not a little pathetic.

Hoseok knew that he would never leave his Omega mates to deal with a threat alone. It was an Alpha's job to serve and protect. It was pathetic Yeeun's mate was even considering it.

It was clear the Alpha was a trophy, a cute little thing that knelt at Yeeun's feet the exact way she liked.

Which, Hoseok, supposed was fair. Except, here, it was going to lead to her demise. Poor Yeeun.

So many guards and soldiers, and yet none of them did anything to protect you.

Regardless, Hoseok didn't feel the need to make the Alpha watch as he threatened his Omega, so Hoseok repeated his command with a much harder tone, "Unless you want to make me mad, I suggest you go and finish your shower, sweetheart."

The little Alpha squeaked, quickly running off. Cute, Hoseok thought, cute, but rather pathetic.
--

Jimin and Tae, despite having commanded Yoongi around like a puppet less than thirty minutes ago, demurely hooked their arms into the crooks of Yoongi's elbow, allowing him to escort them inside the club.

It was likely, more than anything else, a subtle apology for crossing a line back in the park, but really, Yoongi didn't care too much why the Omegas did it. He just focused on the slight pride warming his stomach, from the fact that his mates wanted to keep him close.

Yoongi had to focus on how their soft skin brushed against his fingers, because otherwise... The other option would be recognizing the reality of the situation.

His Jungkook, his pup, was missing.

And Yoongi was visiting a fucking human trafficking den, because there was a possibility his innocent, chubby cheekedpup could be tied up in the basement of a damn whore house, terrified out of his mind, over-stimulated by the assault of strange scents.

At least one of the three of them had to remain level-headed and alert, and since Jimin and Tae were locked in Omega-space for an indefinite amount of time: it had to be Yoongi. So, Yoongi swallowed the lump in his throat and held his mates closer, desperately trying to suppress his fear and worry.

A slim Omega, clad in only a slinky robe, despite it being only 3 in the afternoon, walked past them, and Jimin clicked his tongue to get her attention.

She turned around, eyes widening as she realized just who she was looking at. It was rare for the Kims to actually walk around among the common folk; it was a matter of keeping appearances, really, but it did lend some level of fear at rare appearances.

The Kims showed up when something was drastically wrong, arriving to deal with dissonance like old-testament gods.

"Oh, I'm s-so so sorry, Mr. Kim- Kims, Mss. Kim," she stumbled, unable to collect her words.

The Omegas scoffed. "Take us to Sooyun," Yoongi commanded, unwilling to offer her the choice of refusing.

The Omega stiffened for a brief second, as her body lost control of itself, before nodding and mechanically walking towards the back of the club.

The trio followed close behind her.

"It smells like fucking shit in here, I swear to god, he's in trouble even if he doesn't have Kookie," Taehyung mumbled, looking around.

"We certainly gave him this place in better condition." The Alpha frowned, unhappy with the wear and tear he saw around the club.

The Kims' prided themselves on perfection, on bright facades and even more vibrant rooms behind them. For Sooyun to so directly insult them like this- well, he was incredibly stupid or was incredibly good at giving bribes.

Because someone should have told them about this.

"If the front is like this," Jimin sneered, "What the fuck is the basement like? They might be property, but they aren't allowed to be damaged."

Tae glanced at him with a disgusted look, "Right, Jimin, because that's what the people we have locked up downstairs are worried about, whether or not their skin is flawless."

Yoongi sent Taehyung a sympathetic look, releasing calming pheromones. Taehyung had the softest heart out of all of them; he definitely disliked parts of their business more than others. And the sex trafficking, was a rather sore spot.

Jimin sent Taehyung a sharp smile, and Yoongi gently tugged Jimin closer to his side. "You know that's how I don't run my business, Taehyung, don't attack me for someone else's business practices."

"You're are still supporting the industry, I don't care how cute your little harem of Alpha pets are, it's-"

Yoongi snarled, glaring at Taehyung, "That is enough. We are all on the same side, this is not the time for a morality debate."

Tae immediately deflated, curling up into Yoongi's side, "m'sorry."

Yoongi felt guilty. Immediately. But there were more pressing issues, so he just pulled his mate close, and pressed a soft kiss on Tae's forehead. "It's okay, baby, Alpha still loves you.

The omega nodded, looking rather small.

If it was a normal day, Yoongi would drop to his knees, begging for Tae's forgiveness, laying prone at Tae's feet, waiting for punishment.

But, today, all Yoongi could do was offer a soothing purr, as they walked into Sooyun's office.
—

Hoseok's hand was wrapped around Yeeun's throat, watching as the Omega slowly choked to death.

"Are you sure you don't know where my pup is Yeeun? Because I sure do know where your pups are. Perhaps I should give them a visit," Hoseok asked cheerfully, Alpha-voice underlining his words.

Underneath his hand, Yeeun still managed to frantically shake her head. Her eyes were glassy from fear and the lack of oxygen.

"I.... d-don... don't,,, know... p-pul lease," she choked out.

Hoseok glanced her over, humming. He wished Yoongi was here. Yoongi had such a powerful compulsion, he could have forced Yeeun to choke herself.

Despite lacking the ability to do that, however, Hoseok thought he was doing a pretty good job.

Yeeun definitely didn't have anything to do with this. Not with the way her pinecone scent was reeking of fear and desperation.

Hoseok had figured that out ten minutes ago.

This was just sending a message.

Just because Yeeun didn't betray the Kims today, didn't mean that she couldn't do it tomorrow, so Hoseok was doing his best to remind her just why she feared the Kims.

"Are you absolutely sure? You have three children don't you? Beautiful things, I bet. Really valuable faces, don't you think?" he teased playfully. His tone was light, as if he wasn't just threatening to sell her children into slavery.

"p-pul... puh, pluh..."

"Oh, okay I think I'll believe you," he smiled, letting go of her neck.

Yeeun immediately fell to to floor, drawing in loud, broken breaths. She rolled onto her side, curling up into a little ball, shivering. There were dark splotches around her neck, from where Hoseok's hand had been.

Pathetic.

"I'm very glad you're maintaining your loyalty to the Kim clan, Yeeun. Please let us know if you hear anything about our pup, we would be very grateful," Hoseok smiled.

His eyes flicked towards movement in the corner of the room. It was Yeeun's alpha, fresh out of his shower, properly dried off this time, with tears in his eyes and a hand over his mouth, waves of fear coming off of him.

"Oh, welcome back," Hoseok greeted, "Do you mind walking me out, sweetheart? Your lovely house is rather large, I don't think I could find the door."

--

Seokjin and Namjoon walked into the police precinct, immediately met by the Commissioner, who gave them an extremely respectful 90 degree bow.

The commissioner glanced over Seokjin, taking in the running pants and sport shoes, before sending Namjoon a barely concealed smirk.

And Namjoon, the Alpha that ruled Seoul with an iron fist, snarled, baring teeth, making sure the smell of Peppermint was burning the commissioner's nose, with danger, danger, danger.

"Do well to keep that damn smile off your face, Lee, or I will fucking rip it off, understand?" Namjoon growled.

The commissioner immediately deflated, curling in on himself, nodding jerkily, "Apologies. I meant no disrespect."

Pathetic.

Seokjin glanced at him, warmth twinkling in his red eyes. "Good boy," he whispered, making Namjoon blush, before turning away to look at the commissioner.

"Mr. and Mr. Kim. We promise to do all we can-"

"You said the CCTV showed him being pulled into a car?" the Omega interrupted with a clipped tone.

The commissioner nodded, leading the Alpha and Omega pair deeper into the police department. Police officers bowed quickly as Seokjin and Namjoon walked past. Some of them did it with hidden sneers, some of them did it with smiles, depending on how happy they were with their bribes.

The Kim clan essentially had most of Seoul's police department under their thumb, and they took full advantage of it.

"Yourpup was just walking down the street, and he made a few wrong turns. He ended up near Junwoo's territory."

"I'll fucking kill him," Namjoon whispered.

"You can take your turn after mine," Seokjin muttered, "How dare Junwoo even think about my pup."

"Jungkook ran bumped into a man, and they seemed to have a bit of a conversation, before the man picked Jungkook up and threw him into the back of his car."

"He threw my baby into a trunk?" Seokjin repeated lowly, eyes dark.

The commissioner flinched. "...yes?"

Namjoon rubbed his hands up and down Seokjin's arms, wishing he could calm Seokjin down, but far too anxious himself to be of much use.

"But," the commissioner tentatively continued, "the Alpha isn't someone our organized crime unit was familiar with. His license plate is also a fake, so there weren't any leads there. We were hoping if you knew him, whether as a relation of Junwoo's or as an enemy of yours."

The commissioner finally stopped in front of a desk, gesturing towards the screen of his laptop. "Do you recognize him?"

Namjoon and Seokjin glanced at the image.

The man was tall, bulky. He had the face of an idiot and the scars to match. Tattoos peaked out from the collar of the man's cheap shirt. He didn't look poor, but he definitely didn't look rich. Probably a mid-level gangster, not yet high enough to get other's to do his dirty work.

But. Despite figuring out all of that from the picture. Namjoon just didn't recognize him.

"He looks familiar," Namjoon admitted, "But I have no clue where from."

"I don't know him, either," Seokjin followed.

The commissioner winced, looking at the pair somewhat helplessly. "We'll keep digging for a lead, but... Since we don't know who he is, or where he could be going- our biggest hope is that he'll call for ransom."

The omega stepped forward, fire in his eyes, "Are you telling me this fucking department isn't doing anything but waiting?"

Namjoon hovered close behind Seokjin, ready to pull the Omega back if he became aggressive. The commissioner was far too useful to kill in a fit of rage.

"N-no!" he babbled, protectively raising his hands, "We have checkpoints set up all around Seoul. We have half of the force driving around, looking for signs. We're diligently checking CCTV footage. We're trying to retrace the man's steps to see where he started. We're doing all that we can Mr. Kim, please."

Carefully, Namjoon pulled Seokjin to his chest, slowly wrapping his arms around Seokjin's waist. "They're doing all they can, darling. The commissioner won't be able to help if you decapitate him." His words were a soft coo, a weak attempt at settling Seokjin down.

Surprisingly, the Omega nodded, leaning back against Namjoon's chest, "You're right." "Since we won't be any help here..." Namjoon trailed.

The commissioner shook his head, "No, no, you have to stay here, in case the man calls for ransom, we have to trace the call. You did say that yourpup was most likely to call you two out of the rest of your pack?"

They nodded.

Not only were Seokjin and Namjoon notorious at answering back calls and texts immediately. As both the Pack Head and Head Alpha, Seokjin and Namjoon were the two main points of power in the pack, and the 'strongest' parents in Kookie's eyes.

"Then, yes, I must ask you stay here, and we'll set your phones up, just in case," the commissioner rushed out, before flitting off to speak to another officer.

Seokjin glanced back up at Namjoon. The omega was still looking less like iron and more like glass.

"I'm so worried, Namjoonie," he whispered, like he was admitting to a secret.

"I know, Darling. I know."
—

"Hello," Hoseok answered the call, warmth in his voice, "Namjoonie?"

"Kookie was taken from Junwoo's territory."

"The fuck? That useless cunt is the one doing all of this?" Hoseok growled.

"No, no. The police commissioner showed us the footage of the man who took Kookie. I don't recognize him as part of Junwoo's circle, and you know Junwoo only has a few people working under him anyway. But, I do think that whoever it is-"

"Might have asked Junwoo for permission," Hoseok finished.

"Exactly, so do you mind visiting him for me? I'll send you the picture of the bastard, too. Just... Seokjin's starting to get really worried," Namjoon's voice sounded far too hopeless for Hoseok's tastes

"Okay, Namjoonie. Hyung will take care of it, okay? Just send hyung the picture. I promise, we'll have Kookie back by nightfall."

"Promise, hyung?" Namjoon asked, voice small.

"Promise, Bambi."

--

Tae looked at Yoongi, a childish smile on his face, "Can I kill him?"

Yoongi frowned, "There's really no reason to. Kookie's not here, thankfully, but someone still has to run this place until we find a replacement."

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Why are you asking him for permission, Tae? Are you an Alpha? Just slit his neck already, or I'll do it for you."

Tae blinked. The Omegas were both bouncing off each other, egging each other to be more and more and more sadistic.

"Right. Whoops. I'm being silly." Yoongi braced himself to for the oncoming-

"Alpha, wait a moment, while I slit Sooyun's throat. If for nothing else, he deserves it for not keeping this place clean," Tae ordered with Omega-voice.

Yoongi sighed, as his limbs went stiff, resigning himself to watching Tae cut the man's throat. Which really wasn't much of a hardship anyway.

Yoongi did had a raging blood-kink after all.