Jeon Jungkook' Ft

Snowflakes of pure white snow once again fall to the ground like a soft white veil. Jungkook can't remember the last time he saw his mother's eyes, her sad, tear-stained gaze seeing him off to war. She's waiting, still waiting for her son, who hasn't let go of the war and the cold front for over four years. His father's voice, painfully familiar and dear, lingers somewhere deep within the alpha's heart; he longs to go home. He longs to be human again, not a toy in the hands of a merciless battle.

The other soldiers have wives, husbands, children, young or grown, who understand everything long ago. They understand the pain and serene joy of their parents. Only Jungkook is still alone; he's always been alone, even before he was taken away. He broke up with his mate, yes, he abandoned them. But he thought it would be easier this way. He doesn't even know if he'll return alive; he makes no promises, no hopes.

“Do you think about me?” the alpha often asked himself, thinking about the past, about his former omega, with whom he didn’t have even the slightest spark, there was nothing that would make his heart beat fast, strongly.

No. He's not thinking; he's already found someone else. Jungkook isn't hurt by this news, by the fact that no one is waiting for him. Rather, he feels a pang somewhere in his chest, afraid that this will always be like this, until the very moment he leaves, disappears into thin air.

Taehyung was a military doctor who treated wounded soldiers. He and Jungkook knew each other, but not very well. They never even had time to talk about anything. What was there to talk about? They were on duty, each doing their duty, their job.

Alpha came to him after he was shot. Taehyung removed the bullet, and thank God it wasn't fatal. After that day, they didn't see each other or cross paths. But they couldn't help but think about each other. Maybe it was a spark? Or something else. They couldn't figure it out, but they didn't think about it too often.

Jungkook continued serving, and Taehyung was busy with treatment. Perhaps they would meet again and finally be able to talk to each other alone.

a person sometimes gets tired;
life is quite a long journey.
to forget about all worries,
I'll lie down on your chest.

autumn will wash away the features of all faces -
I don't like being associated with cold weather.
I don't see any boundaries again,
preventing you from falling into the mud.

Thankfully, the years are not the same anymore,
to be tormented by trifles.

know one thing: no trouble,
I will never give you up.