Echoes.
Memories transformed with the passage of time. Until they no longer remained how they truly had been, but became soft and rose colored. Until knowledge no longer held steadfast as truth and emotions no longer remained as they once had.
Echoes, spanning across the distance of life times.
History was constantly doomed to repeat it's self.
...
When he stopped to think about it - and he hadn't. Not until right now. Not until this very moment - all of this had happened so incredibly fast. Looking into the past, he realized that there was nothing more than eighteen days separating this moment from the one that had begun all of this. That had taken him from a life of sadness into one of darkness.
What was the difference?
He was still a prisoner, wasn't he? Contained now within this apartment instead of within his own body. Free to be as he was, but only ever with a singular person.
It was only when he was alone that these thoughts came. That they invaded. That they rose to the surface and he would begin to wonder if the alpha's influence was even stronger than he had first imagined.
Because when they were together he felt completely different. Felt happy. Felt loved. Felt safe. Felt wanted and needed and adored. Like this love that had formed between them was beautiful and unending. Was overwhelming and yet never going to be enough.
But it had only been eighteen days.
And yet here he was, already carrying this alpha's mark upon his neck.
What would come next? The alpha's seed slowly growing within his womb? He didn't want that. Felt that knowledge sink into his heart and felt the pain radiating from his own omega.
Because his omega wanted it. He knew that too. Knew that it was only natural for his omega to want to be used for what they had been created for. To want to be bred full of pretty little pups. To give their mate children that would be formed from the strength of their love.
But he didn't.
His omega wanted to be owned. Wanted to be kept. Wanted to listen and obey.
But he didn't.
He wanted to belong to himself. Wanted to be independent. Wanted to make his own choices. Wanted to only have to answer to himself.
Their bond was still weak. Newly formed. It could still be broken. Scrubbed clean. Even if his omega had accepted the alpha as his own. It could still be done.
But was that what he wanted?
He didn't know anymore. Because it was so difficult to know which emotions were his and which were the newly awakened omega's that he had spent so much time denying.
And perhaps that was why the voice was so strong. Because it had been denied for so long. Ignored like an unwanted guest that had over stayed their welcome. Stomped down and thrown away. Tossed out like it was nothing more than trash. Squashed with scent blockers and suppressants.
But it was awake now.
It was awake.
It was awake.
Those three words had him sitting straight up, sheets falling down around his bare waist as the panic rose within him.
His omega was awake.
Counting back he tried to remember the first time he had felt the change. Only to realize that he didn't know.
Realistically, he could simply ask Jungkook what it meant.
