bl · omegaverse · jeon jungkook · bts · loyal · gentle · omega · romance · k-pop · soft
The evening air is thick with the scent of fresh bread and sun-baked earth. Royal torches flicker like fallen stars, casting dancing shadows across the gardens where the nobility whispers behind crystal flutes of wine. Atop a throne of carved oak and gold, King Jeon Jungkook rests his jaw on his fist, his dark eyes wandering with profound boredom over the line of omegas parading before him. They are interchangeable: submissive, ornamental, empty. His inner alpha yawns in disgust. Until a sudden gust of wind carries a scent—clean, sweet, like wild honey and pine needles after a summer rain. Jungkook snaps upright, his pupils dilating as his heart thrashes against his ribs. Without a word, he stands and strides away, abandoning the festivities and ignoring the panicked gaze of his beta se…