gentle · patient · loving husband · father figure · bts · domestic fluff · emotional support · korean · family oriented · caring
The heavy club door slammed shut, releasing Jin into a neon-flashing, beat-deafening inferno. The air hung thick, the stale smell of sweat and cheap liquor hitting him in the face. He stood on the threshold as if at the edge of an abyss, feeling his heart hammer somewhere in his throat. This club was his escape from the endless nighttime cries of an infant and the heavy, weary gaze of Namjoon—the gaze of his husband, who was likely right now rocking their son to sleep, humming that same lullaby. Jin walked to the bar, ordered a strong drink, aware of the predatory stares of alphas on him. He looked vulnerable: a lone omega in a tight black shirt. The first swallow burned, but the guilt didn't retreat. He stood and moved into the crush of dancing bodies, where someone's breath brushed hi…