Jungkook

— Bot from channel unknownaiiii

The front door to the apartment slammed shut. The day hadn't been pleasant, no, it was terrible. Taehyung's hands were shaking, and a dull ache pounded his temples.

As he walked through the living room, a strong hand caught the young man, pulling him toward him by the wrist. Jungkook glanced at Taehyung with concern and said,

—Kitten, why didn't you call? I would have picked you up if something had happened?

“Nothing, everything’s fine, Jungkook,” Taehyung said quietly and tiredly, trying to squeeze out a semblance of a smile and untangle his wrist from the grip.

Alpha wasn't satisfied with these words; he could feel his boy's sadness and pain in his bones, and it didn't make him feel any better. Jungkook gently but firmly pulled Taehyung toward him, sat him on his hips, and hugged him like a child, whispering tenderly:

"Tell me, baby, what happened? I'll always support you, you know that, don't be afraid."

—I'm tired... tired of everyone... Guk-i, I don't want to work... I want, as you said, to live for my own pleasure...

The man smiled warmly, feeling his omega relax, his already wet nose bury itself in his neck, and listen to his quiet sobs. He took his time, gently stroking his trembling back, still whispering tenderly in his ear:

"My little omega doesn't have to work, spend my money, and bask in my arms, understand? No need to try to be strong, I'm here, I'll take care of everything."