Marked.
That's what he was now.
Marked and bonded.
And he felt it in every part of who he was. Felt it sink down into his core until the knowledge was practically over whelming.
He would belong to this alpha for the rest of his life. Would be this alpha's omega until the day he died.
He was in pieces. Broken and scattered into the wind. No longer a child of the light, but a being who was shielded by darkness.
He was in pieces.
And that was how he would remain.
...
Time was an impossible construct, the concept of which had been completely lost on him. Once he had counted it in a measure of minutes. Of hours. Of days.
Once he had counted it in the measure of heart beats.
Now it was the dull sound of rain fall battering against the glass that formed into a wall, the only barrier protecting them from the world beyond.
A world that had never accepted him. A world that had never wanted him. A world that had tried to make him feel shame over what he was. That had tried to make him feel embarrassed. Like his worth would only ever amount to what was between his legs.
It was the world that was the enemy. The danger.
Yet here in the darkness he was safe. Held tight in the arms of an angel who had saved him from the evil that had tried to corrupt his soul.
He felt crazy. Strung out and insane. And he wondered if he would even survive this. If he would even be strong enough to somehow to endure he fate he had been handed.
The fate that had been created for him.
Because none of this had even been his choice. And he wondered if he would have made the same ones had he known the truth.
But it was too late for that now. Because there was no going back.
There was nothing to go back to.
...
He woke sore and stiff from laying trapped in the confined space of the sofa for hours on end. Found himself pushed up against the back, cradled between the soft cushions and the firmness of his alpha's body. Sighed softly at the heat that was being created between them, and fought against his own instinct to snuggle back down into it.
Because he was an omega. A marked, bonded omega, and his mind was telling him to stay. That he was meant to submit entirely to his mate.
But he belonged to himself. He had never been granted that much autonomy. Had never been given the right to say no. Had been forced to submit relentlessly, a series of tactics that were constantly used against him.
He would never be accepted if he acted as he truly was. No one was ever going to want some filthy, worthless male omega. He would be looked down upon. Seen as a disgrace. An embarrassment. That's all he had ever been and that's all he would ever be. An embarrassment and a disappointment.
Jungkook said he loved him as he was. As his true self. As the omega that had been hidden away for so long.
Jungkook wanted to own him.
And something inside of him wanted that too.
Wanted to be owned by this alpha. Wanted to spend his days handing over complete control. Wanted to be a good little omega. Wanted to listen and do as he was told. Wanted to act without question.
