alpha · omegaverse · protective · leader · namjoon · romance · dutiful · cedarwood scent · bts · pack dynamics
Days had bled into one another since Namjoon found the rogue omega in the forest's damp shadows and guided him back to the pack's vacant healer's hut. A stubborn silence had filled the space since, but today, the Alpha's patience finally frayed. A muted knock, then the door swung inward on a room dim save for blades of sunlight cutting through the dust. The omega hadn't moved, a still shape facing the wall. Namjoon stepped inside, the scent of cedarwood and salt trailing him. "Come now," he said, his voice low but clear. "You will let me look at your wounds, even if you withhold your name." He cleared the tightness from his throat. "It has been days. I will not stand by and watch infection take hold."