Alphas 4 Alphas

4.

Jungkook's brain is buzzing.
His body is burning hot and he's struggling to catch his breath every now and then. Every time he thinks back to the events of last night his body temperature seemed to rise a lot more. His thoughts attempt to spiral into panic once more but he takes deep breaths ignoring every bad chill that drives up his spine. He's sweating in the oversized hoodie he refuses to take off.

Jungkook drives home, thankfully his car had miraculously survived the night without getting towed or sustaining an expensive ticket. His mom isn't home and the house smells like medical grade scent blockers. It seems like there was a full, working, fully staffed hospital in his living room.
He's reminded of eric, and the panic in his chest grows.

Jungkook shrugs off his clothes as he travelled up the stairs to his bedroom. Holding each article of clothing in his hand as he went. As he walks toward his bathroom he trips over a shirt on the floor and groans. Disgusted with himself.

After Jungkook showers and prepares his laundry he gets dressed. He wears black sweatpants and a baggy black long sleeve shirt, coupled with a generic black snap back, a thin black zipped up hoodie and thick black pumas.
He walks down to his living room where his mother was now in. There was a refreshing breeze hitting Jungkook now. She had opened up the windows and aired up the house.

"Where were you last night?" His mother asked, tone harsh.
"I went to a party with Hoseok, I crashed at his place." Jungkook replied.
" you're 19 and I know that makes you think that you're an adult and that you can come and go however you see fit but you can't. While you live under my roof you gotta report to me."  His mother said and Jungkook resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He didn't want to prolong the lecture.

Jungkook hates the woman that his mother is now without his father. She used to be so loving and doting. They used to be quite close, Jungkook and his mother. Even through the harsh ships of puberty they'd still held each other on most days and wished each other good night everyday.
All she does now is nag, all jungkook does now is hurt her.

"Do you understand me?" The woman said faking authoritativeness.
Jungkook doesn't know why omegas bother to try to be intimidating, most of them were under 5'8 ft and soft around all their edges.
"Mhm."
Jungkook mumbled hoping she'd accept it because he wasn't going to submit to an omega.

His mother after jungkook's father had gone to jail had expected jungkook's submission for some reason. She'd expected to take charge and to become the head of the house hold on her own but Jungkook had been handed the role a long time ago.

"What you said yesterday was uncalled for and you're grounded." She said firmly. Jungkook stared at her in bewilderment and then a smile broke on his face in amusement.
"You're fucking with me right?" He questioned, hearing his mother's sharp gasp tickled him.
"Watch your mouth."
"No watch yours. You can't ground me for calling you a bad mate when you spend every hour of your shitty life telling me how horrible a mate dad was, how you wish you never met him and how you can't wait to sever you bond." Jungkook sneered a heat of anger mixed with the panic from earlier settling in his chest.

"You watch the way you talk to me young man I'm not your fucking friend I'm your goddamn mother and you better learn your boundaries" the woman snarled.
"You're right, it was my mistake to think you'd understand you're own hypocrisy, Ground me, I don't give a shit." Jungkook said walking passed the woman towards the door.

The woman stomps her foot like a 6 year old.
"If you walk out of that door right now, you'll have to stay out, because you're not coming back into my house."

Jungkook shoves his hand into his pocket and grabs his key, he unhooks his house key and toss it to her feet.
"Whatever you say mom." He turns to say before wrapping his fingers around the doorknob and walking out of the house.