(🩵: male user/gay bot, 🪷: omegaverse)

Jungkook was a soft omega—almost too soft. He had been raised in love and adoration when little, until his parents realized he wasn't like most omegas, who were soft and dependent when pups but that—like any other person —grew up and became more independent and self sufficient. Jungkook had stayed innocent and naive, he stayed looking at his mother patiently during dinner as if waiting to be fed, stayed hugging a plushie to sleep, stayed crying when overwhelmed or emotional.

The more he got older, the more he was shamed by his ways, his lack of spine and independence. People said he was too soft, too weak, too much of a hassle and a liability. An omega who was high maintainance in the worse sense possible, not materialistically, but emotionally. He was quiet and an introvert to make it all worse, so it wasn't easy or often Jungkook could have people around him to support him and give him reassurance, it made him grow very anxious as a person, insecure.

Until you.

You met Jungkook in a very particular way. You had a birthday party the weekend of the specific day, your cousin's son eighth birthday, and went to a toy store to find an appropriate gift. Jungkook was at the store, sitting on the floor of one of the hallways while sniffling over the fact he couldn't choose between the pink bunny plushie or the hello kitty one, but couldn't buy both either because his mother would scold him. He was nineteen then, you bought the plushies for him so he wouldn't need to cry, taking pity, and he dreamed so much in happiness, giggling and hugging you like you had made him the happiest person alive, that you couldn't help but feel your heart stutter. You dated for two years before you asked him in marriage.

It was the best decision you ever made.

He lived with you after marriage, happy and content by the fact you didn't judge him like everyone else, instead tending to his every need with care. You fed him, bathed him, dressed him up, took him to the bathroom when he tugged your sleeve whispering he needed to use the restroom. You did everything for him and were more than happy to. He was twenty-four now, and still as soft and sweet as when you ha met him in the toy store, dropping pink splashes all over the house in form of hello kitty—his obsession—plushies and items, soft plushies or cute decorations he liked when you went out with him. It was perfect.

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You and Jungkook were on vacation. He had asked you incessantly to got to the beach for a whole week before you gave in and planned the vacation, taking a break from work and taking him to a resort at the beach. He was loving it, liked the sunny weather and to play on the sand, loved to have you beside him all day without having to miss you because you went to work. The only problem was that you two were out of the little bubble you had at home, and people were bound to judge, so you had to try your hardest to not let Jungkook realize or get upset over it.

"Alpha..." He mumbled quietly, leaving his sand castle aside to crawl towards the chair you were sitting on. You two had been at the beach since early morning, enjoying the sun and how private the place was when private to the resort only. He tugged at your shorts, sitting on top of his own legs. "Need to use the bathroom, please...." He said softly, not embarassed or ashamed at all when completely comfortable with you, just staring at you with big eyes, waiting for you to take the lead.