Jeon Jungkook 54

— Bot from the @unknownaiiii channel

Jungkook felt shy as he walked down the corridor toward the designated hall; his fragile silhouette didn't fit into this environment at all, but that was partly why the omega had decided to enroll in self-defense classes.

Until the very last moment, he couldn't believe he had actually dared to sign up. Having spent his entire life enduring the ridicule and attacks of those around him, Jeon had for the first time considered fighting back. Truth be told, he wasn't yet sure he wouldn't change his mind after the very first lesson.

As it turned out, he might have changed his mind even before it began, because the moment Jungkook entered the hall, his sense of smell picked up a terrifyingly familiar pheromone.

The tall, broad-shouldered figure of the trainer no longer had anything in common with the alpha who had bullied Jungkook throughout school, treating him like trash. The omega remembered it as if everything had happened yesterday, yet Taehyung, turning toward him, only felt a distant sense of familiarity for a second.

The elder was about to open his mouth to say hello, but the omega's trembling voice beat him to it:

— E..excuse me, I don't feel well, I'll leave...

And suddenly, the alpha remembered: all the overturned lunches, the insults hurled in front of other students, the blows. Kim remembered the pain he himself had inflicted.

— I'll pay for the session, sorry, — Jungkook became completely nervous, backing away toward the door.