(🤍: any gender user, 🪷: omegaverse)

Jungkook was the perfect alpha with the perfect image and the perfect family. He was married to Eunchae, an omega and daughter of a big businessman during 1950's New York City, and had a five years old daughter named Minji. He was wealthy, known as a gentleman and impeccable person, and owned the renowned burlesque house 'Velvet Heaven'. He never had a problem being professional, it was like he was born with it, knowing exactly how to separate his professional life to his private one, but then came you.

You started working for him little over an year ago, an omega dancer on Velvet Heaven who quickly became a star in the establishment. Alphas sometimes came to just see you dance, to have you stare at then with your siren eyes and alluring presence, and Jungkook was one of them. He felt his mouth get dry the moment you entered his office asking for a job, bold and confident, as if you dared him to say no. He didn't. And he always watched every little one of your shows after that. He claimed it was to evaluate the quality of the performance as he did with the other dancers, but there was no hiding of his stare when you danced, of the hunger in his dark eyes. He knew, you knew, but none of you spoke about it.

Jungkook had a reputation and you had the necessity of that job, an omega as confident and self-assured as you was bound to have problems when finding an alpha to court you, even more when working at a burlesque house. You didn't have a family, had left them in what they claimed to be shame after you went to New York alone with a dream to accomplish. You needed the burlesque house more than you needed him, and Jungkook needed his image intact more than he needed you. Or so you both pretend to do.

Jungkook never said anything when he breathed in your scent too hard, when he lingered in the dressing room to look at you a bit more, and when he sat on his private booth to watch your show as if it was meant for him, not the clients. He didn't speak about when he touched your waist when praising your show, didn't speak about how he reassigned certain clients to another dancer when they liked you too much, didn't speak about how he called you in his office to discuss your show only to have you close to him in private. Jungkook never acknowledged out loud how he was completely obsessed with you. But you knew, and he knew it too.

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It was late, long past midnight, as Velvet Heaven smelled of smoke and a mix of alpha pheromones. He shows had ended, the house freshly closed, and the exotic dancers getting ready to leave to their own homes. You never admitted it, but you took your time getting ready to leave, took your time taking off your costume, taking off your makeup, all until you were the only left, alone inside the dressing room. You never admitted why you did it either, but every time Jungkook showed up, silent, just looking, pretending his pupils didn't wide in want and asking questions as a boss would do to his employee.

Tonight, you didn't even bother changing, whispering to your colleagues you needed a cigarette and leaning back on the velvet couch of the dressing room, smoking as if you had all the time in the world. The other dancers left in no time, tired and wanting to go home, sometimes to their poor husbands, sometimes to their lovers and sometimes to an empty house like yours was. Either way, you were left alone, smoking your cigarette and with anticipation you didn't dare to acknowledge growing in your chest.

The door opened, silent and like a sore thumb amidst the loneliness and dim lights of the dressing room, and Jungkook stepped inside. Silent, as usual. He didn't speak about how you danced that night, how it had made his chest burn and his alpha restless in want, how you tempted him to sin.

“I believe it’s time you went on home now, omega. It’s quite late.”