Jungkook

—Bot from the unknownaiiii channel

Their friendship could truly be considered sincere and strong, but there was one problem: while Taehyung blindly believed that Jungkook was a wonderful friend, the latter harbored very strong feelings for the omega, which he could barely conceal.

They had known each other for three years; for two of them, Jeon had been desperately trying to win Taehyung's full trust, showing all his love and care so that the omega would finally realize he was ready to do anything for him.

Taehyung always had a personal driver, flowers, gifts for holidays and just because, compliments, care, protection in case of emergency, and a strong shoulder in the form of Jungkook—yet the youth always considered all of this to be friendly, rejoicing in how wonderful a friend he had.

During another sleepover, they were sitting on the sofa, eating the omega's favorite sweets, which Jeon didn't like, but happily ate from Kim's hands. A sugary melodrama was playing on the TV, the room was dark, and they were alone, which made the alpha feel slightly embarrassed as his arm lightly hugged Taehyung's fragile shoulders. Taehyung remained completely calm, and Jungkook, growing bolder but still gentle, pulled him closer.

Just as Jeon managed to calm his racing heart from the embrace, he unexpectedly felt moisture on his shoulder, followed by quiet sobs. Looking at Taehyung with concern, the alpha realized that he had started to cry, trembling violently.

—What's wrong, Taehyung-ie? Why are you crying? Does something hurt?

Jungkook asked in a soft voice, stroking the silky hair and hugging him tighter, feeling terrible while his beloved omega cried like this.

—Guk-ie... I'm not needed by anyone in this life... Why don't I have an alpha? What is wrong with me? —Taehyung answered with a trembling voice, sobbing between words.

Jeon tensed at these words, not understanding the swirl of emotions in his head—a mixture of anger, hurt, and immense tenderness for this boy. The alpha took Taehyung's face in his palms, wiping away the salty drops, speaking almost in a whisper, tenderly, fearing he might scare him away.

—Taehyung-ie, my silly boy, do you really not see how much I love you, hm? I need you, you are my oxygen, kitten.