It so happens that within a blink of an eye, the moment they have been waiting for has taken place.

Concert day. The confession and exposure.

"Are you guys finally sure of this?" Yoongi was the first to consult the two, worried on how they planned their confession. "We can always plan a solo interview--"

"Hyung. We have made up our minds." Taehyung held his hand. "Jungkook and I are ready, you know I wouldn't want to be a secret forever."

"But I am worried Tae. Not all fans have the same mature mindset. They can threaten you- or hell, even harm you!"

"Stop overreacting hyung, okay?" He smiles. "I will be fine. Jungkook will protect me. He promises that."

Well of course, Yoongi knew he couldn't do anything about it. "I wish you both well. Stay safe okay? I'll be keeping an eye on you.. Especially her." He mumbles the last sentence- though it was still heard by Taehyung.

"Her? Who?" The omega asks, curious yet Yoongi discards his question quickly. "It's already for me alone to worry about. Focus on the confession okay? Don't stress out though."

"I will hyung." Taehyung smiles, currently waiting for Jungkook's call. Of course, the two wouldn't be together or the suspicion arises earlier than expected. He would be there once everything is settled- or when the concert is starting, perhaps.

Yoongi, however couldn't settle himself. It was as if something was bothering him yet he couldn't name it out loud. His gut feeling was worsening, like it was begging him to stop Taehyung from going.

He looks at the omega, who was fiddling with his fingers, calming himself down. He was still doubting wether he should make an excuse or to let it all go through their plans.

But before he could even protest nor say anything, a car honking outside was heard.

"Eh? Jungkookie didn't even make a call. I guess the driver arrived earlier than expected." Taehyung then grabs his necessities, standing up carefully. "I have to go now hyungie. Wish me luck, yeah?"

"Are you really sure about this Taehyung ah?" Jimin catches up, going downstairs to also worry about his brother. "I have a bad feeling about this."

Taehyung bit his lower lip, nervous. "Hyung.. Come on. Please don't say that." He smiles a little, twisting the door knob open. "See you later." He mumbled, closing the door behind him to go with the car Jungkook sent him.

"Yoongi ah.." Jimin approaches his mate, worried. "I know." The alpha sighs. "I have a bad feeling about their plans. It's really dangerous and I can't just sit here and watch."

"But wouldn't it be dangerous for you too?" Jimin hugs him close, watching the car drive off their street. "If Taehyung gets hurt, I wouldn't forgive myself. I made him go, without even having the time to stop him."

"Let's just hope he's gonna be fine, please don't ever scare me like that." Jimin's hug tightens even more, heart beating faster as he thought about bad things that could happen in the future.

"I know.. Jimin. Let's hope." He hugs back, closing his eyes as he calms down at how the scent of his mate invaded his nostrils. It never fails to calm him down.

Then there, Jimin's phone rings. Looking through the caller- it was his other brother, Jungkook.

Jimin spares his mate a glance before answering the phone for himself. "Hello?"

"Hyung! Thank goodness you picked up. Taehyung isn't answering my calls yet, can you please tell him the my car service is on it's way there?"

"What.. What do you mean?" Jimin's eye shifts back outside, filling with tears as he presses the phone closer to his ear.

"Just tell my mate okay? I already miss him. I'll see him soon. Bye hyung."

"Jungkook- wait- Taehyung has---" Before he could even finish, the line hangs up- he couldn't blame, the alpha had a concert and he staying longer on the phone would get him scolded.

"Why? What happened?" Yoongi arises from his seat, "Jimin, tell me!"

The beta flinched, beginning to cry. He parts his lips to speak- but a car honking outside was heard.

"Who's that?" Yoongi asks, unsure of the situation. Jimin held him back by his shirt, shaking his head.

"Ju-jungkook.. Jungkook's service." He spoke in a low manner, with Yoongi pausing. Though he doesn't say another word, he pulls himself away from Jimin.

"Whoever did this must have planned perfectly." He hops to his own car, cursing as he furiously drove out of the lot. "Yet I won't let them harm Taehyung and his baby. I won't forgive myself." He honks at every cars on his way, his eyes scanning the road to see any cars that was the same as the model Taehyung got into.

•••••

Taehyung sat quiet at the backseat, by the car's window as he observes the outside view. He could constantly feel his baby kicking from his stomach, some were gentle and some where hard that made him gasp.

"Baby, are that excited to see your dad?" He chuckles, caressing his bump. "Oh, speaking of your dad, let's give him a heads up about where we are?" He grabs his phone that was on his shoulder bag, only so realize he had it on silent.

15 missed calls from Yoongi. 5 text messages from Jungkook, 11 missed calls.

"Oops." He smiles nervously, not knowing who to pick up first. He decided to open the text messages first- only to be informed of something he never knew.

My Bunny💞

Carrot? Where are you?
I spoke with my driver, he said you
weren't home.
Did you go ahead?
I told you to wait for him.
Where are you? Carrot?

"I.." He looks up at the driver, who had been acting suspicious. "Excuse me, I-I left something at home. Can we go back?"

The driver doesn't listen. It was almost as if he had gone deaf.

"Stop the car." He spoke nervously. He wanted to jump out, but he knew it will cause risks and would hurt his baby. "I said, stop the car!" He raises his voice, hand about to unlock his seatbelt when the driver grins at him.

"Turn the car?" He ask, in an almost scary tone. He stares up at the rear view mirror to check behind, grinning even more.

"Alright." Without warning- he turns the car swiftly, blocking the car way.

With the proof of a car beeping furiously behind.

"NO!" Taehyung yells- but it was too late.

He sees the car hit the opposite side of where he was seated- with him reacting to the force.

Hitting his head hard to the window, passing out.