Jeon Jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung remained alive—but only outwardly. His body continued to move, thoughts flashed in his head, words escaped his lips.

However, his soul died, burying it under the rubble of their burnt-out house, along with him... their child.

Omega wasn't supposed to survive. Or rather, he wasn't supposed to be saved.

The man closes his eyes, feeling tears begin to flow down his cheeks again—it seemed that there was nothing left to cry with, but every day the pain found an outlet in the salty tracks on his cheeks.

Her husband's steps are silent, but Taehyung doesn't flinch in surprise when Jungkook's arms wrap around him—hesitantly, not like before.

The younger one doesn't react, but it seems to him as if the alpha still smells of the burning of that day when Chon made a choice for all three of them and saved her husband, but not the child, from the glow of the fire.

And now every day for the elder was filled with the weight of consequences, hours saturated with guilt, minutes with remorse, and seconds with prayers for their little son, whose soul was now far away.

Knowing the consequences of his choice, would Jungkook make the same decision? He asked himself this question constantly, answering it even in his nightmares—yes. But he added: he would give his life for his son, if he could, if he had time.

“I dreamed about him today,” the man breathes into the top of his husband’s head.