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A Way To Find Someone - JiKook

A Way To Find Someone - RUJelly

Summary:

Jeon Jungkook is the future clan alpha. After getting his heart broken by his first love, he's left home alone to calm down and find someone else to spend his first rut with. But a sudden appearance of an omega stranger in heat gives him no option of choice.

(In which Jungkook has never met an omega before, but knows a lot about them from book

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8747104

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A loud yell from downstairs shrieked in Jungkook's ear and the boy winced at the loud volume. His mom was angry again. Ever since he's began approaching his eighteenth birthday, the woman has been on edge and bothering him about every little thing. His every day stronger wolf senses didn't help him shut down the crazy sounds, even going as far as to make the ringing louder in his ears.

Another yell boomed throughout the house, now just outside his own shabby room. His bedroom door slammed open, the handle punching a hole in the wall. A fuming chestnut haired woman stood in the hall, holding an empty clothes basket. Her red - slightly orange - eyes bore into Jungkook's muscly form as she bared her teeth in dominance.

"I've fucking told you a hundred times to fucking change your smelly bed sheets before I kick your ungrateful ass out of the house. I am the alpha of this clan until you rut and take over, so until that happens you'll fucking keep your stink under control. And change you shirt, the smell is making your brother nauseous." Before Jungkook could answer she kicked a nearby chair, full of clothes enriched by his alpha pheromones, which wobbled a bit but stayed in it's place. "I can't believe I have to wash this shit. What am I, a housewife?" Her brows furrowed as she picked up some white t-shirts and Jungkook sent her a sorry glance.

Mom sighed, dropped the shirts into the basket and took slow steps toward her eldest son. His head had turned right, to expose his vulnerable neck in submission and guilt washed over her. "I'm sorry." She forced out, not liking the hurt evident in his eyes. "I'm sorry for being on edge lately, and for taking it out on you. I know it's not your fault, I was the same..." She reassured the boy. "Everyone called me Stinky Sora." They both chuckled at that, but Sora could still see the emotional struggle her son was going through. He was used to being pampered and spoiled, he was used to midnight cuddles in his parent's bed after a bad dream. She reached out her hand to touch Jungkook's cheek. He had grown taller than her about a year ago.

"My sweet little Kookie." She choked out fighting tears. The change was affecting her greatly as well. She noticed more mood swings and rushes of uncontrollable need to submit. It was scary, wanting to follow your own son when you've been the alpha your whole life. But every clan leader had to go through that sometime, unless they didn't manage to make an offspring or died before the child was ready to take over.

Sora stroked the scar that was on his cheek with her thumb. He had gotten it while fighting with his younger brother over the last piece of chicken when he was ten. Jungkook let out a whimper, enjoying his mother's affection while it lasted. He couldn't even remember the last time they had had a proper conversation.

"I'm scared, mom." His raspy voice echoed in the hot attic room. He had moved in here when his 'stench', as his brother Junghan put it, overtook their room and the younger didn't feel like sleeping there anymore. Jungkook decided then to be a better man and move to the attic room where he couldn't bother anyone. It was also easier to air out. "I don't think I'm ready to be the alpha." He finally got the courage to look into his mother's now naturally colored brown eyes and bury his face into her neck. Jungkook inhaled her familiar scent and listened to her heart beat. "How can I be an alpha when I haven't even found my mate yet?"