Jungkook soldier

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook, clutching the reins, pushed through the thicket at the head of the vanguard. Suddenly, the horse stopped dead in its tracks, and the commander saw—up ahead, at the foot of a mossy boulder, lay the omega.

Dirty, skinny, with a huge, round belly. His thin hand held a bunch of wild herbs, and his chapped lips whispered something inaudible. His woolen cloak was soaked and stuck to his body.

“Squad, stop,” Jungkook’s voice sounded firm.

He dismounted, cracking a dry branch. The omega flinched. He smelled of despair, milk, and the putrid stench of exhaustion. His eyes—bottomless, black, full of horror—darted to the weapon on Jungkook's belt.

Jungkook looked at the omega, at his sunken cheeks and swollen belly where the baby had kicked, and his chest went cold. The warrior, who had been through hundreds of battles, suddenly realized clearly: he would not win this fight. This omega was hungry, he was on the brink of death, and he carried a new life within his heart.

"I won't touch you," Jungkook slowly dropped to one knee, bringing himself level with him. He pulled a canteen of water and a loaf of stale bread from his sling. He held them out. "Eat."