A world where the most powerful is acknowledged. And Jungkook curses his luck for being born an Omega, so he starts training himself to become strong... in search of the pack only heard of, one that is feared by all, and he wants to challenge the Ul...
A/N - In my fic Jungkook has dark eyes, like a mix of black and brown, it will remain the same throughout, unless specified.
Now on with my story.
Jungkook's P.O.V.
I checked the clock to see the time, it was around 10. I could hear the soft classical music ringing through the walls as the party went full swing, it was disturbing while at the same time uplifting.
The room I was given was plastered in gold and cream stucco work lacing the cornice of the ceiling and skirting. The furnishings were all pastels, while the only window was near the bedside lamp.
The room was soothing and some healing scent enveloped the air, making me sleepy.
Jackson really did gave me the best suit, and it was suspicious.
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(The pic above is clicked during the day time, but in fic it is night time at present.)
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(Stucco work ^)
A soft knock on my door alerted me of a presence outside, one which was impatient enough to just barge through if I was any late in opening the door.
So I lousily opened it and saw Jackson standing there. His arms crossed and a pissed off look on his face. His guise was smart though, something that was difficult not to notice.
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