Kim Taehyung 34

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Sometimes it seemed as if his own pheromone had dissolved under a dirty layer of soot and the smell of food—an integral part of the cookhouse where the omega served.

Still, Jungkook was grateful to be trusted with such a job, despite the intense pain in his back from the heavy pots and the peeling skin on his hands from the cold water.

In general, life in the pack was moderate for him, like the other wolves. It was just that one night, random and absurd, changed everything.

The leader's hands were unbearably correct on his body, but the words spoken in the morning were terribly implausible:

• You should have left here last night.

Jungkook then flew out of Taehyung's bed like a bullet, and for the next few weeks he was forced to endure every insult directed at him.

'You're a mistake, Jungkook. And don't you dare look in my direction.'

'Chon. If you can't slice bread evenly, remind me, do you really have the right to be in the pack?'

'And this is your work place, Jungkook? Even a pig is tidier than you, animal.'

Taehyung's every word and action was imbued with the most sincere coldness and hatred for the omega with whom the alpha had only mistakenly spent the night. The elder felt sickened by this memory.

Jungkook felt sick, literally—the pregnancy had revealed itself exactly a month after that night. Of course, he didn't tell her. He simply continued living as before, only every day was filled with thoughts of how to hide it or where to go when it all came out.

"Jeon," a rough kick, and the bucket of cold water the omega had been washing dishes in splashed onto Jungkook's feet, breaking him out of his thoughts. "If you're used to eating scraps from dirty dishes, then neither am I, nor are the pack," Taehyung's cold voice sounded condescending. "Could you explain why the food was served on dirty plates today?"