Jungkook saying goodbye

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The gray sky oppressed, as befits a farewell day. The scent of damp earth and chrysanthemums ate into my lungs.

Jungkook looked at the pale face of his omega. The one who was supposed to be his "forever." But fate decreed otherwise. Death took him quietly, without a fight, leaving Jungkook alone, filled with guilt.

Jungkook clenched his fists, trying to squeeze out a tear, but his eyes remained dry. He felt like a traitor.

And then his gaze slid to the side, obeying a strange instinct.

A figure stood out among the mourners in the crowd. A young omega. A distant relative of the deceased, perhaps a brother of some sort. He stood at a distance, his eyes downcast, his slender fingers nervously tugging at the hem of his black veil.

Jungkook found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the line of his neck, from the way his eyelashes fluttered. A hot, heavy feeling spread through his chest, where there had just been emptiness. It was dirty. The alpha inside him went crazy, demanding that he come closer immediately, breathe deeply.

Omega felt someone's gaze. He raised his head, and their eyes met.

Jungkook turned away abruptly, staring at the marble slab. His heart was pounding somewhere in his throat. Shame burned, but his body treacherously gravitated to the side. And he obeyed, stepping closer and closer, chin raised, but remaining silent.