omega (✔️)

[94]

[94]

[Jungkook]

"Oh, Jungkook," His eyes flickered from my right and from my left, his pupils dilating slightly, "If I have you for forever, I'll never need anyone else,"

I smiled softly, his words making me elated. My hand lifted up to touch his cheek but before my calloused thumb could stroke his soft skin, a presence stopped me. I turned towards the entrance to the roof, the rusty door knob rattling. My heart sunk into my stomach and I pushed Jimin so he was behind me. Jimin was confused, no doubt, tugging at my shirt, but I quickly shushed him. The door flung open, almost flying off of its hinges at how powerful the force behind it was.

Then there she was, standing in her sinister glory. My mother.

"Kookie? Why are you not at the venue?"

Her heels clicked on the floor ominously as she took slow steps in my direction. I attempted to hide Jimin behind me, somewhat grateful for his small body, but I knew that I wouldn't pose as any type of wall between my mother and Jimin. She stopped abruptly once she was about ten feet away from me and tilted her head to the left slightly so she could see the person I was hiding. I shifted my weight to my left so I could continue to cover Jimin.

"Who is that?" She asked as she took off her sunglasses, placing them in her white purse, but then her nostrils flared and her eyes hardened, "and what is that stench?"

My jaw clenched, "Nobody,"

Then her face looked as if she had come to a realization, "Oh my Luna, you're joking,"

I took a step back and since I didn't feel Jimin's touch on my back, he did too.

"That's not the source of that putrid smell that you came home with, right?" She set her white purse that matched her white dress on the floor beside her white heels.

She didn't come any closer to me because of Jimin's "stench". I felt fingers clench the back of my shirt tightly in little, trembling fists, the presence of my mother becoming overbearing to an omega. I could see her disdain for omegas radiating off of her, her eyes glowing in a light brown hue.

"You can't control me anymore, mother," I spat, not losing my eye contact with her.

She smirked and she walked in a line parallel from me, not coming closer than ten feet, "Really? I beg to differ considering what happened with your little cousin the other day,"

I clenched my jaw at her lack of remorse for my best friend, "This isn't like that, I refuse to let you get into my head,"

"Get into your head?" She stopped pacing and just stood right in front of me, her arms crossed and her eyes fiery, "Oh no, honey, it doesn't work that way. You are mine, I control every aspect of you,"
 
The crazed look in her eyes was back and the fear that she could always set into my chest seemed to return. The sun made my mother's light brown eyes look even lighter, to a more chocolatey hazel, but I knew that behind those eyes were evil, sinister thoughts.
 
There was no doubt about it, my mother terrified me.
  
My entire life, I've been an object, a possession to my mother. A very valuable one at that. I'm the only heir with her blood and without me, she only has her title with the church, deeming her only religiously powerful, not economically powerful. She's always been a very needy and picky woman, needing the finest wine at the table, the finest coat around her shoulders, the finest son by her side. The punishments that I would receive in exchange for being lower than her standards forced me to become a slave who would answer to every request, every call, every demand.
 
So once she said that I was "hers", there was no surprise. She probably doesn't even think I'm her son, just a profitable tool, "I'm not yours,"

I continued to back up, her dark shadow from the bright sun shining in the sky coming closer and closer to me. The smirk wiped off of her face and her malice was beginning to redirect, "What?"

I gulped as I was attempting to stand tall in front of my biggest fear.

Then I felt Jimin's hand on my back, no longer in tiny fists but his fingers sprawled out on my back, sending comforting tingles throughout my body. His fingers made tiny shapes and letters on my back, as if he could sense my feelings of unease and fear. I cursed the cloth that was between us but I just smiled simply at his action that provided me with strength.

"I'm not yours," I repeated once more, only with more confidence.

Her nose flared and the look on her face was one I had never seen before. It seemed as if kerosene was thrown onto the irises of her hazel eyes, the fire growing stronger and stronger as the hatred continued to act as fuel. The fire was taking over her. The rage.
 
"You're not mine? That's hilarious!" She laughed loudly, her cackles echoing throughout my limbs. She wiped a tear from the corner of her left eye and the amused grin was back on her cheeks, "How can you not be mine, Kookie?"
 
Anger flushed her cheeks again but she continued to stay at least ten feet away from Jimin and I, "I CREATED YOU, FOR LUNA'S SAKE!"
   
I shook my head, "You didn't create me, you only gave me life. I created me."
  
Then she was gone. Her body was no longer in my sight, but her presence was unmistakeable and potent. I stiffened.
 
"If it's gonna take me touching a trashy omega, then so be it,"

I turned to look for Jimin and my blood went cold. My mother was holding Jimin by the neck, her gaze disgusted, "My sweet Kookie has become delusional since he's met you so please.. stop existing."
 
[author's notes]

As I'm writing this, my sister is stealing all of the covers and I'm cold :(

Oh by the way, it's 3:26 in the morning.