Trophy Omega | Jikook (Complete)

Chapter 34. Betrayal.

The next day, Jimin found himself accompanied by his mother at every turn, her watchful presence never leaving his side for a single moment. She even offered to accompany him to the washroom, much to Jimin's chagrin. Despite feeling exhausted by his mother's overbearing behavior, Jimin couldn't shake the sense of unease that settled over him as he realized he hadn't encountered his beloved alpha since morning.

Throughout the day, Jimin found himself desperately searching for any sign of Jungkook, but there was no trace of the alpha to be found. His absence weighed heavily on Jimin's heart, leaving him feeling unsettled as he longed for the comforting presence of his beloved.

As the day wore on and Jungkook remained disappeared, Jimin couldn't help but worry about what might be keeping the alpha away. With each passing hour, his concern grew, leaving him yearning for the reassurance and comfort that only Jungkook's presence could provide.

Jimin felt overwhelmed as his mother dragged him to various famous invited tailors who came across the nation for fittings and measurements. Exhaustion settled deep within him, his mind swirling with confusion. Why was he going through the motions of fitting for wedding outfits if Jungkook wanted them to run away together? The conflicting desires and pressures weighed heavily on Jimin, leaving him feeling trapped and suffocated by the expectations of his family and society.

Anxiety crept into Jimin's mind and soul as he struggled with the reality of his coming marriage to Jae. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread and the thought was eating him from inside. He longed to escape from his mother's control, from Jae, and from the manipulating world that seemed determined to dictate his fate. All he wanted was to break free and run away as far as possible, to find solace and freedom in a world of his own choosing.

Jimin's heart weighed heavy with disappointment and confusion as he returned to his room, his thoughts consumed by the absence of Jungkook. Evening's orange hue had descended upon the manor, yet Jungkook was nowhere to be found. Despite Jimin's longing for their escape, Jungkook remained disappeared, leaving Jimin feeling frustrated and alone.

After a soothing bath, Jimin emerged from the bathroom adorned in a sheer gown of silk, the fabric delicately hugging his beautiful, moisturized body. His mother's efforts to pamper him with spa treatments and ointments for his bruises offered some comfort, but they couldn't soothe the ache in his heart caused by Jungkook's absence.

With a heavy sigh, Jimin sank onto his bed, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across the room. He blew out the candles, enveloping the room in darkness, and nestled himself under the warm blanket. Staring at the door with a mixture of longing and resignation, Jimin's eyelids grew heavy as exhaustion washed over him.

Before he knew it, Jimin had succumbed to sleep, his troubled thoughts fading away as he drifted into a restless slumber, still awaiting Jungkook's return and the answers he desperately sought.

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As Jungkook took a sip of whisky from the glass, tears welled up in his eyes, reflecting the turmoil within him. Namjoon sighed and glanced at the clock, noting that it was 2 in the morning when Jungkook suddenly appeared in his assigned quarters, seeking solace in the form of whisky.

"What happened, Jungkook? Why are you like this?" Namjoon inquired, his confusion evident as he lacked insight into Jungkook's plans.

Clutching his jaw tightly, Jungkook lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with emotion as he stared intensely at Namjoon. Sensing the weight of Jungkook's gaze, Namjoon averted his eyes, feeling a pang of discomfort.

Jungkook let out a bitter chuckle, his laughter tinged with a hint of bitterness as he struggled with his inner turmoil.

"Asking me what happened! Don't you know how my father treated my flower like an omega, or do I have to explain Jimin's condition to you again?" Jungkook slurred, his voice thick with emotion as he poured himself another glass of whisky.