"Never!..i will never accept you basted!"
"Nor me bitch!!..just stay away from me..understand!!"
But destiny had some different plans for them!..
Enemies to lovers.
Omegaverse.
mpreg! (if you're uncomfortable then plz don't read)
top jk
bottom yoo...
I came home after a shitty, tiring day filled with work, missions, and a pounding headache.
Gosh!!
I walked into my room, threw my tie and coat aside, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. As the warm water ran down my spine, I began to relax and feel human again.
Once I was done, I wasn’t in the mood to put on clothes, so I just wrapped a towel around my torso and walked out. Water droplets were dripping from my wet hair, almost making me frustrated by the annoying sensation. That was until I saw him—wearing nothing but a very short, thin t-shirt and a shorts.
No—I shouldn't be starting..but h-he looks ho–
Wait—why am I frozen? God, he’s going to think I’m dumb. Move, JK, move!
Yoongi’s POV
I was walking toward my room after talking to my doctor about the crap that’s about to happen to me. Then I saw him—wearing nothing but a towel.
Wait—why am I suddenly feeling hot? Control, Yoongi. It’s just your heat. Control it. But he—he looks so hot. It’s hot in here. I need some fresh air.
I tried to ignore him and his stare and walked toward the balcony to escape this overheated room.
Oh, my poor body. See? It’s sweating too. I feel like crying. Why does everything look so ugly today? Oh God, I’m going to cry.
“Yoongi, are you okay?”
I flinched at the sudden voice from behind—he must’ve heard my sobs.
“Yes!” I shouted, for God knows what reason, and turned around to face this ugly bastard.
“Doesn’t look like it, though,” he said, adding fuel to my anger.
“Then don’t look, you bastard!”
He looked confused—but who am I to care, huh?
He stepped closer and closer until he was towering over me. Why the fuck is he that tall?
“What happened to you, huh? You looked fine in the… you looked fine in the morning. Why the sudden mood swings?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow, making me feel like dying.
Because—oof—I told him I’m a beta. What if he finds out I’m lying? Or even worse, what if he misuses me? No, no, no.
“Why are you crying and sweating all of a sudden? Are you okay?”
His voice softened at the end as he held my shoulders and checked my temperature. “You’re not burning, though.”
“Stop acting like you care,” I said sharply, suddenly serious this time.
“Because—because you’re just my responsibility, something I have to carry without my consent.”
He let it out so coldly, not knowing how much his words pierced through my heart.
But why? Probably my mood swings again. Stupid.
“Then don’t carry them.”
I puffed my cheeks out and walked away
Jungkook’s POV
Wait, what? Why the hell is he behaving like… like—no. Is it possible? I said as something hit me. Should I ask Mom? Yes, maybe she would tell me.
I went toward the room and found Yoongi sleeping peacefully under the sheets, like a kitten—not making any noise. I walked to the door and softly opened it to go to Mom.
I know where I can find her. Actually, she’s a book lover, so I’m damn sure she’s in her personal library.
Time skips.
Author’s POV
The next morning, Yoongi woke up and found no one beside him—a rare thing. He stretched his arms above his head, not caring how his shirt lifted just enough to expose his milky skin. He yawned and got out of bed.
He stood at the door, silently watching Yoongi stretch with half-lidded eyes and sleepy innocence. The way the morning light kissed his exposed skin made something stir deep inside Jungkook’s chest—something confusing, something dangerous.
He shouldn't feel this way. Not for someone he's supposed to protect. Not for Yoongi. But no matter how many times he tried to push those thoughts away, they came back stronger, screaming at him to get closer, to touch.
That was until he came near him and suddenly pinned him to the wall. You heard right!
He shivered from the touch as he looked into the person’s eyes—a perfect pair of dark orbs staring at him. One hand was on his waist, the other on his cheek, softly caressing the delicate skin.
For a moment—just for a moment—he found himself totally lost in that touch.
His hands automatically landed on Jungkook’s chest, realizing the height gap between them.
“Had a nice sleep?”
A deep and husky voice hit him right in the nerves, making him shiver. Rather than responding, he looked away—he couldn’t take it anymore.
Afraid his knees might give up, he gently pushed the other and ran into the bathroom.
As soon as the door shut, he let out a deep sigh, catching his breath. He placed his hand over his racing heart, only to realize the pace wasn’t good—for his own good.
Yoongi could feel his heart beating against his ribcage, painfully loud, as if begging to break free. Jungkook’s gaze was too intense—too much.
The warmth from his hands on his body wasn’t helping either. It wasn’t just the heat coming—it was desire. And guilt. And fear.
He hated how his body responded so easily to Jungkook, hated how his legs almost gave in. ‘Why does he make me feel like this?’ he thought desperately, turning his face away to hide the blush creeping up his neck.
What the hell was that!?
He stared into the mirror, his reflection almost mocking him. His face was flushed, lips trembling, eyes red. “I can’t do this,” he whispered to himself. “Not again.”
The fear of being exposed, of being known too deeply—it crawled over his skin like fire. He clutched the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white. If Jungkook ever found out the truth, if he looked at him differently…Yoongi wasn’t sure if he could handle that.
He knew his heat was coming.
He rushed to the drawer under the mirror and took out a bottle. He quickly grabbed a capsule and was just about to take it—
“Don’t you dare do that.”
Shit—he was losing it.
Yoongi’s mood swings be like 🤣:-
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