A SEMI-REALISTIC SHORT STORY
Kim Taehyung, a devoted and loving family man whose strength, reliability, and protective nature make him the cornerstone of his household. His deep love for Jungkook, coupled with his unwavering dedication to his family...
The next morning dawned quietly in the Kim household, the early sunlight filtering softly through the curtains. Jungkook stirred from sleep, reaching out instinctively for the warm, comforting presence of his Alpha, Taehyung. However, his hand met only the cool, empty space where Taehyung should have been. A wave of loneliness washed over him as he opened his eyes, the absence of his husband immediately palpable.
Jungkook sighed deeply, the tension from the previous day's events still lingering in his heart. Taehyung had warned him that he wouldn't be home due to the intense work on the murder case, a case that had taken his husband away from their usual morning routine. The Omega felt a pang of worry for Taehyung, knowing how dedicated he was to his duty as the Commander General of the Korean Police Department.
"Hah! why would you kill anyone, Motherfucker?" The words left were the stark contrast to the beautiful lips of the Omega.
"Trust me, my husband isn't as brutal as me. If I catch you, you won't be able to breath properly" Jungkook talked with himself, and the words just showed how deeply Jungkook need his Alpha to maintain his sanity.
He also couldn't help the bitterness that bubbled up, cursing the killer who had made his already busy Alpha even busier.
The room felt emptier without Taehyung's presence, the usual warmth and energy absent. Jungkook sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glanced around the room, noting the little details that reminded him of Taehyung-his neatly folded shirt on the chair, the scent of his pheromones lingering in the air. Each reminder tugged at Jungkook's heart, but he steeled himself, knowing he had to carry on with his day.
"Why did it have to be now? We just got married, Bitch!" Jungkook muttered annoyingly to himself, his voice tinged with frustration as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. The floor felt cold beneath his feet, an immediate contrast to the warmth he craved from Taehyung's embrace.
"I hope you'll get you hairy ass soon in that lock up where it'll get the famous 100 inches dildo, and you become unable to shit for the rest of your life" The Omega said this in one breath.
Determined to shake off the melancholy, Jungkook rose and stretched, trying to shake the lingering heaviness from his limbs. He padded across the room to the bathroom, his movements slow and deliberate. The house felt too quiet, the usual sounds of Taehyung's morning routine conspicuously absent.
As he splashed water on his face, Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to center himself. The mirror reflected back his soft features, a contrast to the stern and strong demeanor of his Alpha. Despite his worries, Jungkook knew he had to stay strong-for himself, for Taehyung, and for their life together. But no, he can't help his inner demon in the case of curses.
