‣ pub

@☼┊wen taehyung ᵒ jungkook was supposed to keep his arm in a cast as per the doctor’s strict orders after being discharged from the hospital. but, in true jungkook fashion, the cast was gone as soon as he returned to the academy. his arm was swollen, an unhealthy shade of blue, but he ignored it, refusing to let it slow him down. weakness wasn’t an option. he forced himself to use it, each movement laced with pain, yet he pushed through, oblivious to how much he was delaying his own healing.

that morning, standing in front of the mirror, he took in his reflection. his hair was slightly longer than before the accident, framing his face with a rugged charm. the small cuts that had littered his skin had healed, leaving behind the flawless complexion he was known for. he carefully shaved away the stubble that had grown in during his recovery, his jawline smooth once again. he looked almost like himself, except for the noticeable weight loss. jungkook made himself a silent promise: he would rebuild his strength, reclaim his muscle, and ensure no one ever saw him so vulnerable again. he was the heir, after all. weakness had no place in his legacy.

a buzz from his phone pulled him from his thoughts - a message from a friend, an invitation to escape. music had always been jungkook’s sanctuary. his bass guitar, his band, the small pub in moonstone valley where they played together - it was his haven, a place where the weight of betrayal and the chaos of recent events faded into the background.

he thought briefly of taehyung’s promise - the one where he swore he’d keep jungkook off motorcycles after the crash. the thought brought a bitter laugh to his lips. ' some promise, ' he muttered, scoffing as he swung his leg over his new bike. the engine roared to life beneath him, the vibrations soothing in a way nothing else could be. the ache in his injured arm pulsed with every twist of the throttle, but he bit back the pain and let the road take him to moonstone valley.

the pub was alive with energy when he arrived, the familiar warmth and camaraderie welcoming him as soon as he stepped inside. handshakes and pats on the back from his bandmates grounded him, their easy banter pulling him out of his head. this was his second home, a place where he wasn’t an heir or a victim - just jungkook, the bassist who loved to lose himself in the rhythm.

a few shots and stories later, they decided to play. jungkook slid onto the barstool, his leather-clad figure striking under the dim pub lights. the lead singer leaned over, cracking a joke that made jungkook laugh, his deep, resonant voice carrying across the room.

what jungkook didn’t notice was the familiar scent that had slipped into the pub, threading through the haze of beer and laughter. he was too caught up in the comfort of the music, in the small, electric hum of being himself again.

the rut didn’t help. his heightened pheromones were an invisible storm cloud, drawing flirty glances and whispered comments from nearby omegas. he was oblivious, his mind set on playing. this was his escape, his rebellion against everything that had tried to break him.

@☼┊wen jungkook ᵃ It had been some time since he'd last seen Jungkook - sometimes the freedom felt nice, but most of the time he felt lonely, sad. In such a short time he'd lost two people. One he'd never met and the other the one person he would of been happy to stay by the side of forever if only he'd remember their past. At school he'd catch fleeting glimpses of the Alpha but not enough to satisfy. He missed his scent, he missed his voice, he missed his presence.

This was an emptiness he'd never felt before. He didn't mind being alone, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that he'd lost everything he knew. They'd forced him into counselling after the loss of the baby but he would barely talk. The sessions mostly spent with him looking out a window or talking about anything else but what was really bothering him. And he knew it was a waste of both their time, but he refused to open up.

There was a place he'd been before with Jungkook. Off the school grounds. Sometimes he'd visit, hoping to catch another glimpse of him. Hoping maybe they'd run into each other and Jungkook wouldn't follow through with his threats. But so far luck had not been on his side, he was never there.

Today seemed to be different though. He was stood outside the pub, his nose twitched as he a caught a whiff of a familiar scent. Jungkook? His heart was pounding as he made his way inside, eyes darting around the room and looking at each and every person. The scent was so strong in here, overpowering every other person while Taehyung desperately searched for him. Until finally his eyes landed on the one he was looking for and it was like the entire world stopped short for a moment. Everything falling silent around him, even his breath seemed to stop.