Flower

CHAPTER 2

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?"

Seokjin yelped as he was pushed harshly inside his room. "I only defended myself appa" he said timidly, intimidated from the dominating scent the alpha before him was emitting. "From what?" he demanded. "I told you.. he was touching me". "So you slapped him?". "Appa I was uncomfortable". "SO YOU SLAPPED HIM?", he yelled making the omega flinch, and shrink away. "Is this a way to treat someone in public. Do you know what it made us look like? Tomorrow if his parents come demanding an apology and explanation for what my useless son has done, what I am I supposed to say?", his father growled.

"Appa-" Seokjin was cut off mid sentence as a slap landed on his cheek. He stumbled backwards from the force, Jungkook immediately stepping forward to balance him. Seokjin looked back at his father, hand pressed on his cheek, eyes filled with tears and spelling betrayal. "How many times have I told you to stay quiet and obedient? But you never listen. And now, after humiliating me like that in front of all the noble families, you dare meet my eyes and talk about yourself? DO you even realize what your foolishness has done? Now I have to visit every noble and ask for his son's hand in return because a useless and weak omega is not even capable of doing that by yourself. ", he snapped.

He took a few steps in his direction, Seokjin immediately backing away in reflex before his mother held his father to stop him. He helplessly looked around the room, hoping that at least his mother or sisters would step forward to defend him but all he got was hard stares, as if he was the wrong one. "His parents came to me for your hand in marriage, but with the single action of yours has successfully ruined the proposal. And along with them, an other that you had any chances of getting. Who will marry you now huh? Do you expect me to take care of you your whole life? Is twenty-five years not enough." he asked.

"I'm sorry appa" he whimpered, taking deep breaths between sobs. Jungkook looked back and forth between the father and son in worry, wanting to comfort Seokjin but restraining himself with much difficulty. It wasn't entirely unusual that Seokjin and his father fought, but rarely did they turn this ugly. He was used to watching them glare at each other before one of them gave up and storm out, but today his hyung looked more vulnerable. After spending so many years, the young alpha had come to know that even though Seokjin was sensitive, he hated displaying strong emotions in front of his family, not because they did not accept it, but because he was labeled weak later. Often Jungkook had watched him clench his fists, count to himself to calm down, screw his eyes shut in attempt to control them and then cry himself to sleep at night.

But tonight, the omega was sobbing, his scent mingled with sadness, unlike anything that Jungkook had witnessed so far. He was shaking, face red as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Oh so now after ruining everything you are sorry. What is the point of all these tears when cannot even mind your manners in public", he snapped. Seokjin yelped as his father yanked his hair, hands instantly flying behind his head in attempt to pull the strong hand off. The force pulled his struggling body closer as more tears sprung from the combined emotional and physical pain. "You will do as we say. Don't try to act too smart, or else...." he let the threat hang in the air, before pushing the omega away with a growl. "He stays in the rooms until he remembers his manners", he said to the servants who nodded and bowed furiously.

His sisters and mother quietly followed the head alpha out of the room along with other servants present. The door was slammed shut behind them. Jungkook was by his side the next moment, rubbing his back in a comforting way but Seokjin felt numb. As always, no one took his side, no one tried to understand what he wanted, what he felt. He was irrelevant just because he was an omega. By the time Jungkook prepared a bath for him, the sniffles had died down and tears had stopped leaving behind dry marks of their path on his face. Dinner was served in his room, which he he had no heart to eat, forcing himself to eat a few bites after the younger coaxed him to.