𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒/𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓.
[Fetus writing]
──⭒─⭑─⭑─⭒──
The omega narrows his eyes, glaring at the alpha while clenching his fists. His husband's lips forms into a full smirk at the expected reaction, eyes gleaming with...
[A/N : nine years later // Jungkook is twenty two now, Jeonghan is twenty three and Taehyung is twenty five]
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⭑𔘓𓍼✶
"Koo", his fathers calls. But Jungkook's body is paralyzed. He can't move. He squints his eyes but it's all dark. His sees the silhouette of his father but not the man's face.
"Jungkook my love, wake up", the voice again speaks. He desperately tries to move his froze up self so he could run to his father. But all in disdain.
Suddenly, the man's silhouette starts vanishing. Turning into thin air "Da-dada!" The boy whimpers.
Jungkook's eyes blinks open.
The ceiling of the room comes into his view first. His heart beating in an abnormal rate. Chest falling up an down in quick motions.
Clutching the sheets between his clammy fingers, the omega jerks up his body into sitting position. The white sheet covering his body till his narrow waist. His breathing uneven, nightwear and hair drenched in his own sweat.
He coughs, repeats. Gasps for breathe. His lungs begs for air and Jungkook knows what it indicates. He hurriedly switches on the lamp placed on the side table. His inhaler — where is his inhaler? he had just placed it here before coming back from university.
Terror fills up in his body, his eyes goes big. In a swift motion, he slips out of the bed. Still coughing, covering his mouth to surpass the noises.
The omega rummaged into the side table drawers. One by one, abruptly opening and closing them. When he was about to close the third one. An inhaler rolled out, his old one.
He impatiently picks it up, mentally hoping that it would work. He pressed his back into his bed as he sat on the carpeted floor. Hunching down on the floor when the pain becomes unbearable in his chest. He places the inhaler into his pink parted lips, perilously sucking sharp breathes from it.
After a while, when Jungkook felt his breath becoming normal, he closes his eyes in contentment, letting out a shaky breathe as he layed his head back on the mattress.
⭑𔘓𓍼✶
Delicate slim fingers rolled an inhaler between them, the long haired omega brought it up close to his face, eyeing it as if it was the most precious thing in universe.
When the first sound of someone's aggressive coughs fell into his ears, his perfect cherry lips twitched. Eyes crinkled as he let out a wicked laugh.
The omega got up from the chair, those desperate painful coughs were music to his ears. He approached to the dustbin in the corner of his room. Placing his foot on it's pedal he opened the lid. He smiled one last time again before throwing the inhaler in it.
![[A/N : nine years later // Jungkook is twenty two now, Jeonghan is twenty three and Taehyung is twenty five]](https://img.wattpad.com/f5e86d70ba9e4a8830fa04480abc3b0863dd68b2/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f436a3976637938335f566d4847773d3d2d313339313731343236372e313764623037323465383463343934383830333731303132393737302e6a7067?s=fit&w=720&h=720)
