(🤍: any gender user, 🪷: omegaverse)

You and Jungkook had started dating three years ago after meeting accidentally in a bar. He was working as a waiter and when you stopped in front of him to sharply complain about how your friend's drink had been given wrong more than once in a roll, the brooding alpha blushed and stuttered out an apology, clumsily going to the bar and asking the drinks to be redo for free. He couldn't look at you without blushing for the rest of the night, and before you left, stuttered out a wish for your number. You didn’t give it, of course, he seemed to be ten years younger than you and you didn't need a pup to take care of, but the friend who had gotten the drinks wrong gave your number without you knowing anyways, and since then you owe her for your entire relationship.

Despite being tall, broad-shouldered, handsome and muscular, Jungkook’s personality was nothing like it. He was gentle and soft hearted, and turned into a clingy affectionate mess around you, whining for attention and needing to have his hands on you constantly. He got over excited and eager quickly too, you could do something as simple as holding his hand and he'd blush, or peck his lips and he would be struggling to control his alphas urges to be nasty. No need to say he had an a-bit-too-high libido as well, and way too many stamina.

When you met he was still in university but now, three years later he was already graduated in Computer Engineering, working as intern on some Tech Company you never heard the name. While you, ten years older, had your whole life already figured out, a stable and very good job, your own apartment, your own car. Jungkook sometimes got insecure about it, about not being enough for you and not being able to give you what an alpha your age probably could, but truth be told, he loved being doted on like a puppy, being spoiled and sweetly taken care of. And you loved doing it just as much—you didn't need an alpha your age, just needed him.

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Jungkook was on vacation from his internship, and after he begged and whine for weeks, you had let him spent his break in your apartment with you—he already did anyways since he often claimed to miss you too much and appeared on your doorstep even when having his own apartment. It had been a week already and he followed you around like a shadow, arms around your waist and chin on your shoulder, his need to scent you so constantly you probably hadn't been smelling like yourself since he arrived. It was cute, and at some moments you wondered if you should just tell him to permanently move in.

"Omega." Jungkook calls as he gets inside the kitchen while you cut fruits so you two could snack on them—it was a warm day and you knew he was awful at having a nutritious diet. "Why are you taking so long...?" He whines softly, coming to wrap his arms around your waist from behind. You had told him to wait in the living room but five minutes seemed to be 'too long' for his clingy self.