Yoongi stared at the bottle of suppressants in his clenched hand, along with the several packages of scent repressors that were hidden in Jungkook's closet, mind racing and wondering why the maknae would have such things. He heard Jungkook yelling from the hall not to open the closet doors, feet stamping against the floor as he ran with intent towards his bedroom, only to stop once he saw Yoongi standing over his revealed Omega products.
“Jungkook, these are illegal.” Yoongi held the suppressants tightly, knuckles turning white as tears formed in his normally indifferent eyes. He was so angry, so shocked, but most of all, hurt. Why would Jungkook hide such an important part of him, who he truly is, from the people he should trust the most?
The Bangtan Boys have formed a pack together, all content with having a strong group of only Alphas and Betas, because why would anyone want a feeble Omega involved to stress over?
Jungkook screams in pain, withering at the bottom of the stairs as he glances towards his broken leg. He whimpers as his face is grasped by gentle hands, head tilted to look up at the cause of his agony.
"You're ours. You'll never leave us. Repeat it." The ghost whispers against Jungkook's ear as another is mouthing at the teenager's neck.
"I'm y-yours. I'll never leave you." Jungkook shakes as sobs wrack his body. The six men smile at this as Jimin affectionately ruffles the younger's hair.
"Such a good boy."