Jungkook1

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The room was filled with the sweet, citrusy scent of a bittersweet omega—the scent of a pregnant omega, whose moods shifted with every second. Jimin, his nose buried in the folded, soft fabric of Jungkook's sweater, frowned out the window. His rounded belly was covered by the alpha's loose shirt, and every movement felt like a slight, yet persistent, heaviness.

"I want a taco," he said suddenly, his voice laced with a capricious haze. "With that hot sauce. From that shop by the port."

Jungkook, sitting on the floor with his laptop on his lap, looked up. His patience was deep and calm, like the ocean's surface.

"Honey, there's chili pepper in there, and it's hard on even a healthy stomach. And your condition... The doctor talked about a gentle diet."

"But I want to," Jimin insisted, his lower lip trembling. His eyes instantly filled with a wet, hurt gleam. Hormones swirled inside him like a stormy sea ready to overwhelm the shore. "You always say no!"

Alpha put the laptop down, crawled over to the couch, and grabbed his ankles, heavy with swelling. His large, warm hands began to gently massage the skin.

"I forbid anything that could harm you or our baby. This is not a whim, it is a concern," his voice was firm, yet soft, like silk wrapped around steel.

Tears, hot and salty, rolled down Jimin's cheeks. He cried silently, feeling his entire body permeated with hurt and helplessness. His hand instinctively went to his stomach.

"I'm so... clumsy. And nothing's possible," he whispered, and his scent became even sweeter, even more desperate, disturbing Jungkook's alpha instincts.

Jungkook stood up, settled down next to him, and pulled Jimin close, letting him bury his wet face in his neck. He inhaled his scent, savoring the delicate, alluring scent that literally made him reluctant to leave.

"Anything is possible, my moon," he whispered into his hair, and his fingers slowly, almost weightlessly, slid under the hem of his shirt, touching the skin of his stomach. "Just not like this. But perhaps... something else."