Jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

When you kill your partner's security guard at a meeting, in front of his boss, you have to be prepared for the consequences. Jungkook was prepared. That's what he'd initially thought, when he was just walking into this meeting with the traitor who was pocketing most of the profits from their casino.

Now, leaving the building after a harsh, rushed conversation, he lit a cigarette on the go and took a deep drag, trying to ease the tension from his racing thoughts. He wasn't yet the full-fledged leader, and the hassle was already too much, which was seriously getting on his nerves. The car arrived on time, but after just a couple of blocks, Jungkook realized they were being tailed.

“Turn,” he said to the driver, looking out the window behind him.

Everything after that was a blur: a car stopping, a jerky run through the underpass, gunshots echoing through the silence, screams. Five, maybe six bandits. The bodyguard who was with him clutched his bloodied shoulder and fired with his automatic weapon, as he was obliged to protect. Backup? Far away. Too far, they won't make it in time. Jungkook clicked the shutter, checking the pistol's magazine. Empty. His teeth clenched to the point of grinding. There was nothing left to do but run and stall for time.

He lunged forward, his legs carrying him, his heart pounding in his throat. Around the next bend, he slid into someone's shadow and stopped. The man stood with his back against the wall, smoking a cigarette, looking at him with complete calm. Jungkook opened his mouth to ask for help, but suddenly caught a sweet scent emanating from the stranger. Omega. Everything inside me broke apart. And this too.

"Go away," he said hoarsely, turning away. Ahead lay a dead end. Behind him, the sound of approaching footsteps. And that calm omega, who for some reason was still standing there, showing no sign of leaving.