╰─▸𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 // 𝙅𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠

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In the dimly lit room, there sat an alpha named Jeon Jungkook on the red couch, wearing glasses.

His glasses caught the light from the standing lamp in the corner. While his presence was intimidating, he was also known for his kindness and as a generous businessman who frequently donated to orphanages and hospitals.

To the lower class, he could be seen as a god because he never missed an opportunity to help them, yet he remained unmated, as he had yet to find his true mate.

Jungkook was engrossed in the pages of his favorite novel, sipping on his red wine. Outside, the weather was chilly, and heavy snowfall blanketed the ground, creating a white cover over everything.

The wind blew against the window, producing a sharp, irritating sound.

(Thkk.Thkk.Thkk.Thkk.Thkk.).

He slammed the book down on the table and walked over to the window to shut it, but there he spotted someone standing in the snowfall.

Who was he?

He could see the person was an omega male, dressed in a white fur coat, with his hands tucked away in thick gloves. A mask covered his face, and a fluffy white and brown scarf wrapped around his neck and head.

Jungkook felt confused, with a million questions racing through his mind. Without wasting any time, he called his guards and instructed them to bring the omega inside.

When he came downstairs, he found the omega still standing in the hall, looking down and still wearing the mask. "Please have a seat," he said softly, then headed to the kitchen to make some hot milk for the omega, who seemed cold. When he returned to the hall, he saw the omega was still standing there.

"You can sit and make yourself comfortable, don't be shy," he said as he settled onto the couch.

The omega looked up and replied, "I'm not shy; I just wasn't sure if a maid's son is allowed to sit on the couch in front of the mast-er," he whispered in a low voice.

Jungkook was taken aback by his words. What master? He had never considered himself a master, nor had anyone ever called him that here.

He straightened his posture and cleared his throat. "Hmm, could you please tell me who you are and what you're doing here at this late hour?" he asked, and the young omega nodded.

"I'm Park Jimin, the son of Park Minju. I'm here as her behalf, your new maid," Jimin said, but Jungkook was utterly shocked. He was aware that his maid had been unwell for some time, but when Jimin mentioned that his mother had left Seoul to see him one last time before leaving this world, it hit him hard. She had been fighting cancer and was in the final stages. Hearing this news shattered Jungkook. Mrs. Park had been like a mother to him, caring for him since he was a young teen.

He shut his eyes as tears streamed down his face, still in disbelief, yet it was real. Meanwhile, Jimin noticed the anguish in Jungkook's eyes. But why was he crying for a maid?

"Why are you crying, master?" Jimin inquired, as Jungkook looked up and wiped his tears away.

"She meant more to me than just a maid. She was like a mother to me, the only family I had left after losing my own parents at a you-ng age," Jungkook whispered, filled with emotion. Jimin's heart ached at this revelation. He could see how deeply Jungkook cared for his mother, even more than for him.

Jimin slowly approached him with a box. "My mom asked me to give you th-is."

Jungkook carefully opened the box and unfolded the paper inside.

"I know you're crying right now, my big baby, but I'm sorry to leave you alone. I never told you I was dying because I couldn't bear to see you cry. So, I kept this news from you. Forgive me; I couldn't keep my promise to stay with you and take care of you. But I promise you won't be alone. From now on, my only son Jimin will look after you like I used to. But I need you to take care of him too. He is my little boy. Please stay with him, and promise me you'll find a perfect alpha for him. You are his guardian now."

His hands shook as he reached for an envelope and a small ring. It was simple yet beautiful.

"Please give this to Jimin's future alpha when you find him. Tell him to place this ring on my Jimin's finger. It's mine, but my last gift for him and my son. Please remember, I love you."

Jungkook glanced at Jimin and asked him about his age .

"17."

Jungkook was shocked , Jimin was too young but he nodded and excused himself and returned back with milk.

Omega smiled as Jungkook handed him the glass of milk .

As Jimin take-off his mask , Jungkook found himself captivated by his beauty . Jimin looked so beautiful, ethereal, his soft feature and delicate skin touched Jungkook's heart in a way he hadn't felt before. But he quickly looked away as he realized what was he doing .

"Thank you , master " Jimin said , placing empty glass on table .

" From tomorrow, I'll do my job properly, I promise"

Jungkook remained silent but then saw Jimin was shivering," You're shivering, Jimin . You need to rest. Come , let me show you to your room "
Jimin smiled and felt warm at the alpha's concern. The alpha called for a butler who showed Jimin his room .

When Jimin left, Jungkook rushed to his room and cried alone .

His second mother , left.

He feels lonely and dead .