jungkook

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The scent of cinnamon and vanilla was still the same as he remembered. Only Taehyung, standing in the hallway with his hair wet from the shower, wasn't looking at him with the same blind infatuation as before. His eyes were frozen in icy politeness.

The alpha nervously clutched the small gift box. His son. He needed access to his son, not the former omega, whose scents still clouded his mind.

“He’s sleeping,” Taehyung’s voice was even, emotionless. “Don’t make noise.”

• You've lost weight.

— Are you trying to show concern? You're two years too late.

The weariness of a single father was evident in his movements. The memories of him leaving, slamming the door, of the omega sobbing in the kitchen, holding their screaming child in his arms—all of it stood like a wall.

— Where is his room?

— Second floor, first door on the right. Come out in twenty minutes.

• I'll come again tomorrow.