Chon

Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung always smelled like rain—clean, but with a disturbing hint of ozone. Now that scent was overpowered by the acrid chemical stench that Jungkook brought with him. The alpha, once a glimmer of sunshine, was now a walking shadow with dilated pupils.

His gifts were terrible not because of their cruelty, but because of their absurdity. Instead of flowers, he brought tulips torn out by the roots from a neighbor's flowerbed. Instead of whispers of love, he brought monotonous nonsense about wallpaper patterns that "whispered to him." The omega instinctively craved his closeness, but Jungkook's embraces were halfhearted, and his kisses left a bitter taste of something foreign on his lips.

Today, Jungkook stood at the threshold, and something in his hand, clenched into a fist, was trembling slightly.

"I brought you stars, Taehyung-ah. Real ones. They just… burned my palm a little."

He unclenched his fingers. Three sparkling shards of glass from a broken street lamp lay on his skin, sticky with blood and rain. His inner omega howled with the need to comfort, to accept, to heal. But the human within him retreated in horror.

Jungkook dropped the shards onto the floor. He stepped forward, and his cold, clammy fingers touched Taehyung's neck.

"You smell so beautiful," he whispered. "You smell... like home. And I forgot where I left the doors."