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but he also can't bring himself to throw it away. Because he doesn't know what's in the letter. Because he is sh*t scared of what's in the letter. He rests his head on the cool wall of the locker and closes his eyes. Sweat is beading across his temple and falling
drop by drop past his jaw and his naked chest. His jersey thrown to the ground. He breathes out with his mouth, he wished the letter made it easier, wished everything made living easier but no, even his alpha made it harder to breath anyways. Fuxk it.
With sweaty hands he opens the letter, but his hands are delicate even as he straightens the envelope out. His eyes water for no reason as he reads it and he throws the letter away again when he finishes. Fuxking hell.
No no, fuxk no- The door to the locker room opens and he knows just by the sliver of the scent that makes his insides thrum in attention that he is not looking forward to the encounter at all. Butterscotch never smelled so bitter before. Footsteps resound around the empty
room as the figures heavy leather sandals hit the floor. Thin, toned and tanned legs stand just infront of the discarded letter. Jungkook turns to look at him, "haven't made fun of me enough? Where are your fuxking cronies now huh?" The pureblood omega crosses his hands
on his chest, his defensive mode, Jungkook knows and the alpha is tired already. "Jeon, you don't discard letters like this you know?" The alpha grits his teeth, "you do when you know whom it is from" The omega raises an eyebrow
"do you really know?" He picks the letter up and straightens it out painstakingly slow. Jungkook watches him against his better judgement. The omega than looks at him and walks the distance between them. He puts the letter out for Jungkook to take it. The alpha's jaw ticks.
"the audacity you have to interfere in every single one of my issues is notary. I am not over my ex fine but you don't have the right to not be over me, Kim. You broke up with me and are already in a courting ritual with another alpha, have some fuxking shame" Taehyung doesn't
budge, neither does the letter on his hand. He doesn't speak but just looks at him with a look that is far too clouded for Jungkook to get anything. "Jeon, letters are sensitive things in our world. One letter even has the power to start a war. You would know better than to
throw one away in such a public place." He shakes his head and takes a step back, snatching the letter away and leaves, ignoring the omega completely. The door closes with a bang behind him, leaving only Taehyung's raised hand behind.
It angers him how he never gets to properly insult the other but Jimin says he can't really blame himself because he did love Taehyung and you couldn't, no matter how much you tried, hurt the person you considered, still consider- because its hard to get out of that mindset- as
the love of his life, his mate, the most sacred thing in their world. Jungkook was no different. He just enters the shower stall outside and switches it on. Water drips off of his face, maybe he cries but he doesn't know. Even looking at Taehyung sucks every
ounce of energy from him. Seeing him sit so comfortably with an alpha just reminds him of how they used to sit in the bleachers together. They were going to be mates. An alpha and an omega who were going to be connected for forever and even could love each other till
their next life. He knew he did, still does. They would have pups who looked like them, they would have a life together. They would have each other's marks, they would be each others everything but that all shattered in a matter of seconds. In a matter of second, all of it
was handed over to an alpha way lower in caliber than he was and him? He was discarded to his own mess. It hurt, it hurt so bad. His eyes open in the shower and catches the letter sticking out from under his towel in the seating area inside the stall. He wants to rip it off,
drench it in the water till the ink bleeds away with the water droplets, burn it but he can't. He closes the shower and takes the letter out, a part of him hoping that maybe this time the water will make the writing disappear but to no avail as he turns the paper to read
what was written behind it. A song, they say. A lullaby to get him to sleep, they say. How ironic.
*<a target="_blank" href="https://youtu.be/N5ShoQimivM" color="blue">youtu.be/N5ShoQimivM</a> * He hasn't slept well for ten months and he knows he can't sleep well for a long, long time in his life so he doesn't understand the song, doesn't understand why reading a few words would get him to sleep. The letter goes in his wallet at the end of
day and against his better judgement but he was always to weak to butterscotch scented perfumes. — Bogum drove him to the university that morning but it wasnt the alpha who was waiting to pick him up in the afternoon though as a white Rolls Royce waite for him in the
middle of the parking lot, standing out against all the other colourful cars. He furrows his brows but gets in the car when the driver opens the door for him without any questions. The door closes behind him and he is greeted by the smell of a sweet omega scent along with the