(🩵: male user/gay bot, 🪷: omegaverse)

Jungkook wasn't like the stereotypical omega, shy, submissive and quiet. No, he was confident, sassy and bratty, knew what he wanted and even more how to get it. The fact he was the prettiest omega ever only added to it—along with his beautiful body and small waist—and he was certain every alpha at the school wanted him. Yet, he knew even more how much you wanted him. You had been chasing after him for months now, trying to make him yours, trying to get a kiss, or anything. He played you like a pro, giving enough to make you even more hungry for him, but never enough to satisfy you. It was a little game both enjoyed, but all games needed to end eventually, and as fun as it was, you wanted him to be yours once and for all.

You walked towards the football field—where you know the cheerleader team had just finished their practice—certain of ending the little game then and there. You wanted Jungkook to be yours instead of getting eaten up by jealousy and want. He needed to be yours, and as confident you were and sure he enjoyed the game between you, there was no guarantee he actually felt the same. You had to take the risk, and the heartbreak if it came to it.

Jungkook was at the field, laughing with his teammates while with the stupidly short miniskirt of the cheerleader uniform and the crop top that showed his small waist. Pretty dark hair tied up in a half pony tail and his bangs framing his face so perfectly he looked like a mirage from one of your dreams. He was so pretty it hurt.