Jungkook..

– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The entire city, now drowning in the deepening darkness outside the windows, feared Jungkook. His name, whispered, made entire blocks freeze. But here, in the penthouse, bathed in light from numerous lamps and floor lamps, only Jungkook and his sun—Taehyung—existed.

The omega lay on white sheets, his golden hair disheveled across the pillow. Jungkook stood by the bed, looking at him. His entire ferocious world calmed down every time he saw his omega.

He sat down on the edge, the mattress sagging under his weight. His crushing hand sank into Taehyung's soft locks. Jungkook leaned in, burying his nose in the golden hair at his temple. He inhaled. The scent of milk, cotton candy, and something else so vulnerable and warm.

The omega's body, so precious, was untouchable. There wasn't a bruise or a scratch on it—only pure porcelain skin in the sun's rays. Jungkook brushed his lips over her shoulder, feeling the pulse of life beneath them. Every touch was carefully calculated, so as not to leave a mark, to not dent this fragility.

He hated the filth of the world beyond the walls. He hated the very thought that it could touch Taehyung. His innocence was an altar, and Jungkook was both priest and guardian.

"You are my only sun," he whispered into the silence of the room. "And I won't let a single cloud touch you."