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There are a lot of things Jeon Jungkook hates. He hates himself, he hates people, he hates the world. Suppose the correct question is, are there any things he loves?
Jeon Jungkook woke up in a haze, blinded by the radiant light he shut his eyes close. The bedding was so soft. He had never had such soft bedding before. It happens sometimes, when days filled with absolute despair, body aching from exhaustion, his head just goes off. He’ll lie there in filth dreaming of a soft life. Roof over his head, warm, happy and content.
He didn’t bother trying to pull him back to reality. Why would he? He was going to soak the dream like softness around him.
“Are you awake?” A voice, Jungkook's face immediately frowns into a scowl, why? Why would someone be cruel enough to not let him have an ounce of happiness? A minute of rest? He’s going to wake up to the cruel cruel world.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry” the voice says in an urgency. “You can go back to sleep, Alpha won’t disturb you-“
He fell right back into the comfort of a hand running through his hair.
When Jungkook woke up for the second time, he was confused. He was surrounded by pure luxury. A massive bedding, chandeliers, bright tiles, fancy carpets, painting and so much more he could never imagine owning.
Realistically, a normal person would be scared, waking up in an unfamiliar place. But he wasn’t in some grimy basement or locked room. He was in a palace. If someone had made a mistake and brought him here, he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
“Hello,”
The voice startled him. His eyes flicked toward the source.
A man stood by the bed, dressed in an outfit Jungkook could only describe as historical. It looked like something out of a drama set in some long forgotten era. Jungkook didn’t know enough about history to guess the exact time, but he was certain no one dressed like that anymore.
The man sits down next to the chair beside the bed, he’s smiling really brightly. It was weirdly comforting.
“I’m Kim Seokjin, can you tell me your name?” The man asks with a gentle smile, he smells good.
He stared at the man, he couldn't give out his name. They are going to know that they got the wrong person and send him away.
“Why?” He asks instead.
To his surprise, Seokjin didn’t seem irritated. If anything, his smile deepened, becoming annoyingly fond.
“I would like to know the name of the pretty omega,” the man says with a bashful smile.
His smile is pissing me off.
Omega?
“I don’t want to tell you,” he says in return, the man looked amused but didn’t lose his composure.
“Not even a little name?” Seokjin asked, leaning in slightly. His hand came up to Jungkook’s cheek, gentle, warm. “Just a small one? Pretty please?”
“Jungkook”
The man was delighted, “oh what a pretty name for a pretty baby!”
Jungkook’s cheeks turned crimson, he tried to avoid the other’s gaze by trying to shift his face but the man’s gentle hands held them in place.
“I know you are tired, baby but can you tell me how you got here?”
“You picked me up, shouldn’t you be telling me that?”
He probably should not be this sassy to someone giving him shelter.
Seokjin chuckled, unbothered. “Little omega, I found you passed out on the outskirts of our territory. So, I think this one’s on you.”
Jungkook blinked. That didn’t make any sense. He’d remember if he’d passed out anywhere near a place like this. This wasn’t some neighborhood manor. This was a mansion.
“I-I don’t remember, you didn’t kidnap me?” Jungkook stuttered a little.
Seokjin’s smile dropped, genuine offense flickering across his face. “Kidnap you? Baby, no. You were unconscious. I brought you here to help.”
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Seokjin asked, his voice now gentler, more cautious.
Jungkook’s mouth opened, then closed.
What was the last thing he remembered?
Jungkook’s fingers twisted the sheets beneath him. He remembered the pain. But then again, pain had always been there. Constant. Familiar. It only disappeared in those brief moments when hunger consumed everything else, when it was so loud in his body couldn’t register anything else.
“I just remember the pain,” he whispered. “But there aren’t any bruises or anything” he mumbled to himself, checking his arms.
“That’s okay,” Seokjin said. “Memory loss isn’t uncommon after stress or trauma. What matters is that you're safe now.”
Jungkook blinked at him. Then gave him the flattest look he could muster.
“Yes, safe. In a Mansion. With a stranger who is dressed as a historical reenactor!”
“I’m pretty sure this is what all the pups are wearing these days,” he says, “I, for one, think that I look dashing,” he says proudly.
“What do you do for a living?” Jungkook asks, his eyes wandering around the room.
“I’m the Duke,” he says proudly.
Duke?
“What happened to democracy?”
Seokjin Blinked, “to what?”
“Democracy? Elected by people, for the people, by the people?”
Seokjin tilted his head, “that sounds dangerous,”
“Are you a part of a cult?”
Seokjin gave a short laugh, “I’m the legitimate Duke. You think I’m lying just because you assume everyone in power must be part of a cult, little omega?”
Jungkook flinched, “What is that? Why do you keep saying that?” Jungkook asks, his voice raising.
“That I’m the Duke?” Seokjin questioned.
“No, but that too, but omega? What is that?”
A long silence stretched between them.
“Do you not know that you are an Omega?”
Seokjin didn’t answer right away.
“Do you know who an Alpha is? Beta?” Seokjin questions again, when Jungkook shakes his head negatively Seokjin stares at him with concern.
“Okay, people are born with secondary genders. Alpha, Beta, or Omega. It’s not just social, it’s biological. We don’t choose it, and we can’t change it. Omegas are rare. Very rare. You are an Omega.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened.
Seokjin continued, slow and patient. “It’s not a bad thing. Omegas are deeply cherished. Protected. They are rare and a gift from the Moon. Our kingdom has not been blessed with an omega for generations.”
Jungkook blinked slowly.
Cult cult cult cult.
Seokjin leaned forward slightly, hopeful. “Do you know about packs?”
“No..” Jungkook says cautiously.
Seokjin smiled gently, like a teacher explaining something sacred. “A pack is a soul-knit family. We bond through scent and bondmarks, deep biological connections. Every person has two packs in their life. Their family pack, the one they’re born into and the one they join later.”
Jungkook said nothing, staring ahead, stone-faced.
“The second pack,” Seokjin went on, “can be many things. Sometimes the whole pack is romantically bonded. Sometimes, only two or three are paired, and the rest are joined by loyalty, or instinct, or care.”
He pauses for a second, “I know this is a lot. You must be frightened, I don’t think your amnesia is permanent. It’ll all come back to you,”
Amnesia, yeah right.
“The important thing is, you’re safe now. No one here will hurt you. You’re under my pack’s protection.” Seokjin finishes.
“Your Pack?” Jungkook asked, eyes narrowed.
Seokjin’s face lit up with a fond,“Yes. We’re a bonded six. Our Pack Alpha is the Emperor himself. When he found out you were here, he was eager. They all were. But we agreed not to overwhelm you just yet.”
“You can stay here for as long as you need,” Seokjin continues “There are clothes in the wardrobe, and food will be brought shortly. If you need anything, just ask.”
Jungkook watched him go, then sank deeper into the pillows.
He might not remember how he ended up here. But he did know this, nothing was chasing him right now. No landlords banging on doors. No calls from unknown numbers. No warning notices on the walls. No hunger.
If a little luxury (okay, a lot) meant living in what was definitely a cult? Then so be it.
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Jungkook curled up onto the soft silky sheets, the silence was comforted by the warm, soft silence with a soft scent of lavender.
He stretched out his arm and looked at his fingers, wiggling them as he counted.
Definitely more pros than cons.
Jungkook didn’t know much about cults, would they kill him? Seokjin claimed that he was a gift from the Moon itself. They might treat him like a treasure now, but chosen ones in stories never lived long. They either got sacrificed to save the world or killed by jealous members. Either way, tragic death.
So really, the only logical plan was to enjoy the luxury while it lasted.
He was just wondering what kind of robes they’d wrap him in for the ritual when a knock echoed through the room.
He stiffened but refrained from making any noise. Maybe if he stayed very very still, they’d go away.
A tall Man with a bright smile, expressive eyes stepped in, carrying a metal tray. He had similar attire as Seokjin. Heavy embroidery, but with a more vibrant colour than the former.
“I hope I’m not intruding,” the man said gently, lifting a metal tray. “I’ve brought food.”
Jungkook didn’t respond, eyes darting from the tray to the stranger.
“I’m Jung Hoseok,” the man continued. “Bondmate to Seokjin. I asked to be the one to bring you something to eat.”
Jungkook lips tightening, not knowing how to answer he simply extended his arms to welcome the tray full of food.
The Man-Hoseok, ignored his extended arm and chose to place the tray on to the nearby table, gesturing for the omega to take a seat.
Jungkook silently got up, walking cautiously towards the table. Once he sat down, he stared intensively at the food. Waiting for the Man to leave.
The man must have mistaken his staring for another as he said, “the food is not poisoned, if that’s what you are worried about,” he chuckled.
Jungkook had not been worried before, but he sure is now.
Still, the aroma hit his nose rich, savory, comforting and his stomach, the traitor, let out an audible growl.
He dipped his spoon into the bowl and took a tentative sip. It was delicious. Warm. Exactly what he needed after… whatever the hell had happened to him.
He kept eating, but Hoseok’s eyes never left him. Jungkook could feel the stare like sunlight through glass.
He paused mid-bite.
“Can I help you?” He asked,
“I-I’ve just wanted to see you,” he said sheepishly.
Jungkook wasn’t sure how he should respond, “would you like some?” He asks instead, gesturing to his food.
He immediately regretted it. Why had he offered? He absolutely did not want to share.
“No no, this is for you, Jimin prepared this specially for you, his signature broth and rice, he knew you probably couldn’t stomach much with your recent awakening,”
“Awakening?” He echoed, spoon paused half way.
Hoseok hesitated, then sat lightly on the edge of a nearby chaise. “It’s when your inner Omega is awakened, Awakening can be painful especially for an Omega, it’s probably why you don’t remember. ” He looked at Jungkook with a mix of curiosity and awe. “ Some of the others think the Moon sent you here on purpose.”
Jungkook blinked. Slowly.
Cult. Definitely a cult.
Still, the food smelled good, and his stomach growled at the worst possible time.
Hoseok grinned. “You don’t have to talk. I know all this must be overwhelming. I just wanted to see you with my own eyes, I should let you rest. The others are waiting to meet you, but Jin’s right, we shouldn’t crowd you.”
As he left, Jungkook stared at the closed door for a long moment. Then, slowly, he reached for the bowl of rice and broth.
He didn’t trust any of them. Not yet. But the food?
The food, at least, wasn’t lying.
A tummy full of food later, Jungkook decided to explore the Mansion. Might as well.
He slowly opened the door which was too big, poking his head out first to assess the surroundings before ultimately stepping out. He cautiously looks out both the long decorated hallways before choosing to stroll towards the big staircase.
The palace was beautiful. Grant staircase, gold bordered mirrors, heavy silk curtains, intricate portraits of smug looking people in complicated clothings. Chandeliers everywhere.
How many victims does this cult have to afford such luxury. Every turn he took had an extravagant chandelier. That cannot be cheap. How do cult leaders brainwash a vast amount of people? Maybe they were like him, who chose this as they didn’t have anything else left. Maybe it was this or nothing for them too.
He turned towards a new corner and immediately froze.
An open door, and inside an attractive man with historic but simple clothing. What he noticed first ironically wasn’t the attractive man but the knife. More like a sword. A sharp long knife.
It was tucked into the corner of the dresser. Not threatening, not drawn, but big.
Before he could think twice, Jungkook walked in, “you are a victim too aren’t you?” He exclaimed, almost a little happy.
The man blinked, “A what?”
“I know!” He said happily, he slowly closed the door behind him like they could have been caught, “isn’t it so wired? How did you get trapped here? They gave me soup, that’s how I was trapped,” he exclaimed, “that’s how they get you”
“They gave you soup?” The man asked amused.
“Yeah! Jimin’s Signature broth they said, next thing you know they’d have rituals to worship something that only exists in their head and-“
“I’m not a victim,” the man said slowly, voice deep, the hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth. “But I could be… I guess.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “Wait, you aren’t a thought police or something, right? Are you being paid to keep an eye on me?”
That smirk deepened. “Do I look like I’m being paid enough to babysit an omega?”
“I’m not an omega ,” Jungkook said flatly. “I’m just a person who has been seduced by comfort and food. I don’t know how any of this works. And I don’t trust Seokjin, or his pretty hands”
The man barked out a short laugh.
“I mean it!” Jungkook continued, clearly gaining momentum now. “Every time they say omega it’s like I’m one step closer to being sacrificed in a midnight ceremony. And everyone’s so polite and glowing-skinned and nice, which is also suspicious. This is how horror movies start!”
The Man titled his head, “Do you mean a play?”
“Never mind.” Jungkook sighed, rubbing his temple. “You probably don’t even know what Television is.”
“I know what plays are,” the man offered.
Jungkook looked at him.Something wasn’t adding up. This guy didn’t look afraid. Instead he looked entertained. It was unsettling.
“Wait. Are you not a victim?”
The man walked over and bowed “Name’s Yoongi.”
Jungkook hesitated. “You’re not one of them, are you?”
Yoongi smiled. “Depends. Who’s them?”
“The bonded seven. The royal pack or something along those lines,” he waved vaguely. “The ones who keep calling me pretty like they can’t believe I exist”
Yoongi’s smile twisted half amusement, half something unreadable. “No. I’m just a guy. With a room and, unfortunately, an open door.”
Jungkook stared at him a beat too long.
Yoongi stepped back, motioning toward the tray of dried fruit and biscuits on his table. “You want something that’s not cult soup?”
”yes,” like he’s going to say no to food.
The door burst open with a frantic Seokjin.
“We can’t find hi-“ he stopped mid sentence taking in the scene in front of him.
Jungkook sat cross-legged in the middle of Yoongi’s bed, a plate full of biscuits resting on his lap. Halfway through a bite, he froze like a child caught sneaking snacks before dinner. Yoongi was crouched on the floor in front of him, dangerously close to feeding him like some kind of biscuit butler
Without missing a beat, Yoongi stood upright, bowed fully, and exclaimed far too loudly, “Ah! The Great Duke himself.”
Seokjin blinked. “Excuse me?”
Yoongi continued, voice suddenly syrupy and formal, “What an honor it is to be in the presence of a bonded royal. What brings Your Grace into the humble servants quarters?”
Seokjin tilted his head, eyes narrowing just slightly.
Jungkook looked between them, confused. Then his expression cleared with realization.
“Oh. You are a servant,” he mumbled to himself, nodding solemnly, as if all the puzzle pieces finally aligned.
Yoongi shot him a quick, pointed glance from behind Seokjin’s back, play along.
Seokjin’s lips twitched, not quite a frown, not quite a smile. A dangerous middle.
“Is that so?” he said slowly. “And do you often serve snacks from the private pantry, Yoongi?”
“They were rejected by your bonded mate and thus graciously handed down to me,” Yoongi replied smoothly, not missing a beat.
“Right” Seokjin stretched.
Then, turning his gaze back to Jungkook, his tone softened. “Little one, I’m not restricting you from exploring, but you only just woke up. I don’t want you to exhaust yourself too soon. I’d prefer if you remained in bed until our healer clears you.”
Jungkook nodded, still chewing. “Okay,” he said, around a mouthful of biscuit.
Yoongi cleared his throat dramatically. “Shall I escort the Moon blessed back to his chambers, Your Grace?”
Seokjin’s expression darkened a touch, but he only said, “No need. I’ll do it myself.”
“I can go by myself,” Jungkook responds and bolts before Seokjin could say a word, but not before Jungkook threw a casual whisper to Yoongi on his way out, “Thanks for the biscuits. And the cult info.”
Yoongi winked. “Any time.”
Once the door closed behind them, Seokjin exhaled slowly through his nose.
“He thinks you’re a servant.”
“He also thinks we’re a cult,” Yoongi replied.
“And you fed into it.”
“He likes me,” he stated.
“I don’t approve.”
“And yet,” Yoongi said, already flopping back on the bed Jungkook had occupied, “you didn’t correct him.”
Seokjin groaned and walked away, muttering something under his breath.
Later, Much much later Jungkook would questioned himself on why he thought a Man with a sword was a victim let alone a servant.
Jungkook had been here for two whole days now, the healer did not clear him but instead insisted on him being in bed rest for a week.
Jungkook had not gotten this much rest in so long that it feels like he was unworthy of such comfort. Have been getting meals on his bed, snacks and Hoseok even bought him a book about omegas that Jungkook refuses to read.
Despite everything, laying on the soft sheets his body finally got the rest it deserves.
Jungkook was in the middle of tracing the embroidery pattern in the sheets when a gentle knock echoed, and before he could say anything, the door swung open like it had been waiting for its cue.
A man. No-an Angel.
Tall, effortlessly graceful, with striking features, He wore robes of deep plum and soft gold, embroidery so intricate it probably took hours to stitch. His hair looked like it was purposefully distorted.
Jungkook blinked, sitting up.
The stranger bowed. “Moon blessed,” he said in a tone so silky, so deep Jungkook caught his breath, “I am Taehyung. A humble servant.”
“You are not a servant,” he says instantly.
Taehyung smiled brightly, “yes, I am”
“You have jewels on your shoes” he pointed out.
“Oh you caught me, I’m a temporary servant”
“Temporary servant?” He questioned.
“Special events only”
“Like what? Royal weddings and balls?”
Taehyung grinned. “Exactly.”
Jungkook sighed, slumping back against the pillows. “Why are you really here?” He didn’t believe him.
“I was curious,” Taehyung said honestly, walking to the foot of the bed. “I’ve been told that the Moon gave the Kingdom a gift.”
Jungkook scoffed a little but stayed silent for the most part.
“I bought you a basket filled with biscuits. I was told you prefer them,”
Jungkook peared onto the held out basket, he looked at the basket then the owner.
If he was going to die anyway might as well eat till his heart fulfills.
“Thank you,” he mumbles, taking the basket from the ‘temporary servant’.
Suddenly Seokjin strode in, “little one-“
He stopped.
There, on the bed, Jungkook blinked up like he was caught again with snacks he wasn’t suppose to have.
Taehyung, ever composed, stood immediately, bowed, and said with unearned gravitas, “Your Grace. What an unexpected honor, to be in the presence of a bonded royal.”
Seokjin blinked. “Excuse me?”
Deja vu.
Taehyung continued smoothly, voice syrupy sweet, “What brings you to this humble servant’s quarters?”
Seokjin’s eyes moved from Jungkook, to Taehyung, to the clear lack of “humble” anything in the room.
Jungkook gestured vaguely. “He said he was a temporary servant,”
”Why is his robe shinier than yours?” Jungkook added.
Seokjin exhaled, long and slow. “Because temporary servants, apparently, have absolutely no respect for rules or common sense.”
Taehyung beamed. “What can I say? I like to leave an impression.”
Seokjin leveled him with a glare, the kind that said we’re going to talk about this later without needing words.
He turned to Jungkook ignoring the so called servant, “your stomach was upset the last time you ate them, how about just one? You can eat the rest when you are better” Jungkook nodded obediently, continuing to nibble on the biscuit he was granted.
“I’ll escort myself out,” Taehyung said.
Seokjin gave him a look.
Taehyung’s grin didn’t budge. “But before I go, Moon blessed Jungkook, might I suggest a walk in the gardens when you’re feeling better? I’d be honored to accompany you.”
Seokjin opened his mouth, likely to protest, but Jungkook beat him to it.
“I thought you were a servant,” he said, brow raised. “Wouldn’t you be… serving?”
Taehyung placed a hand over his chest, feigning heartbreak. “Even temporary servants need beauty in their lives.” And left.
Was that flirting?
Seokjin watched as he went, He pressed both palms to his face and collapsed into the chair beside Jungkook’s bed, muttering something under his breath about dying young and prematurely gray.
“Moving on,” he said with a strained voice, “I came here to give you this,” said holding out a book with a cartoonish illustration on the cover.
He handed over a slim, brightly illustrated book. The cover was a chaotic display of stars, swirls, and three cartoon characters, each labeled Alpha, Beta, and Omega in a glittery font. The title read: “The Inner Moon”
“You’re joking,” Jungkook said flatly.
“I’m not,” Seokjin replied. “These are the simplest books we could find. There’s a glossary in the back.”
“They have cartoons.”
“Good ones.”
“I’m an adult.”
“You are an adult whose experiencing severe memory loss, please go through them, please, for me,”
Jungkook had the urge to yell how he wouldn’t do anything for him or anyone. But he refrained from doing so because he liked the simple life he had here. Not because of Seokjin’s dejected look. Nope.
“…Okay,” he said quietly.
Seokjin’s expression softened. “Thank you, little one.”
Jungkook did not blush. He didn’t.
Before Jungkook could say anything more, a tall man entered, shoulders broad, wearing a dull linen tunic and rough-spun pants. He had a scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, and a little smudge of soot on his cheek like he’d just stepped away from scrubbing a chimney.
“Forgive me for the intrusion,” the man said, voice warm and low.
Seokjin looked like he aged five years in a single second.
The man turned to Jungkook, smiling kindly. “I just wanted to say, those books helped me too. I presented late. I thought something was wrong with me.”
Jungkook blinked. “Really?”
“Absolutely.” The man sat,just sat on the edge of the bed, “ I didn’t know a thing about secondary genders. I used to think the Moon just skipped me.”
Seokjin let out a sound that was definitely a suppressed scream.
“That’s…” Jungkook hesitated. “Kind of reassuring, Who are you?” He asked,
The man stood and bowed deeply. “Oh, I am nothing but a humble servant.”
“Unbelievable,” Seokjin muttered from behind his hand.
“What’s your name?” Jungkook asked, a little softer.
“Namjoon,” the man replied with a dazzling smile.
Seokjin dropped his hand. “He’s not—”
“—on duty right now,” Namjoon interrupted smoothly, with another bow. “I’ve been granted permission to visit you.”
Seokjin blinked, “You’re saying the Emperor himself let a servant come visit the Moon-blessed?”
“Yes,” Namjoon said without missing a beat. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Seokjin took a deep, slow breath. “Of course he did.”
He turned to Jungkook, all polite smiles once again. “Little one, read this thoroughly, alright? I’ll bring a few more books later.”
Then, to the so-called servant, “I’d like a word with the Emperor about his sudden leniency with palace security. Let’s go.”
He grabbed Namjoon by the back of his collar like a mother cat hauling off a particularly smug kitten.
Namjoon only smiled, utterly unfazed. “Rest well,” he said, waving to Jungkook as he was dragged out.
Jungkook, more confused than ever, glanced down at the book in his lap. The cartoon omega on the cover was smiling up at him like it knew something he didn’t.
He opened it with a sigh.
Might as well try to understand whatever strange moon-cursed cult he’d joined in.
By the time Jungkook finished his fourth children’s book Yoongi walked in holding his lunch as he’s been doing for a while.
Yoongi never talked much about the whole Moon-blessed, Omega thing. He talked about actual normal things. Maybe he’s the only one who hasn’t fully been brainwashed.
He cleared his throat. “You have a minute?”
Yoongi didn’t look up from setting up his food, “For you? Always.”
Jungkook approached slowly, arms crossed over his chest. “I need to ask something, and I want a real answer.”
That got Yoongi’s attention. He looked up, one brow raised. “I’m listening.”
“You’re a servant.”
“Correct.”
“Taehyung says he’s a servant.”
Yoongi’s hand paused. “Does he now?”
Jungkook nodded. “He said he’s a temporary servant for special events.”
Yoongi let out a long-suffering sigh. “That sounds exactly like something he’d say.”
“So he’s not?”
Yoongi gave a wry smile. “Does he look like someone who’s ever served anything other than drama?”
Jungkook hesitated. “No…”
“Exactly. He’s one of the bonded. Flashy type. Likes attention.” Yoongi glanced up. “Don’t let the shoes fool you. Servants here wear scuffs, not sapphires.”
That made sense.
“Okay, but what about Namjoon?”
Yoongi blinked. “Namjoon… who?”
“Tall. Broad. Dimples. Said he was a humble servant too.”
Yoongi looked genuinely baffled for a moment, and then, “Oh. You mean that Namjoon.”
“Yes!”
“Yeah, he’s not a servant either.”
Jungkook frowned. “But he said-”
Yoongi gave him a patient, almost pitying look. “Little one,” he said softly, “You’re new here. Confused. They’re bonded. Royals. They like to come and gawk at you. They think it’s charming to play servant, but they wouldn’t know real work if it bit them.”
Jungkook opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. “You’re saying they’re all pretending?”
“Exactly, I’m the only actual servant who’s spent any real time with you. I’m the one who fetches your meals, remember?”
“yeah..”
“And the biscuits.”
Jungkook nodded slowly. “That’s true.”
“And I let you sit on my bed. Which, for the record, I cleaned myself.”
“Right…”Jungkook was silent for a long moment.Then, voice small, “Why would they pretend?”
Yoongi shrugged. “Because you’re special. And people in power don’t know how to be normal around special things.”
“Would they let me go outside?” he asked, carefully.
Yoongi’s hands stilled. “You want to leave the palace?”
“I just-” Jungkook shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve been here for days. I feel like I’m, like I’m under glass.”
Yoongi set down the bowl of herbs and stood, brushing his hands on his trousers as he turned to face him fully. “You’re not locked in, Jungkook,” he said evenly.
“So if I ask, they’ll let me out?”
There was the faintest flicker in Yoongi’s expression, gone in a blink.
“Yes,” he said slowly, measured. “But they’ll assign guards. Not to trap you. To protect you.”
“From what?”
Yoongi offered a small, almost apologetic smile. “You’ve never been outside these walls in this world. You don’t know what dangers lie beyond them. But the guards wouldn’t be jailers, I promise you that. If you want to leave, they’ll let you. You just, might not want to.”
Something about the way he said that made Jungkook pause.
“But I’m free to go,” Jungkook repeated, half to himself.
Yoongi nodded, “always,”
Jungkook has officially been in this cult for a week now.
And to be honestly,
he was thriving.
Was everyone here weird? Yes. Does he understand what they are talking about half the time? No.
Still, despite the ongoing mystery of his own situation, he was—objectively—living a soft life.
He woke to Seokjin’s gentle voice and cooler-than-necessary hands smoothing his hair. Yoongi always brought breakfast (and complained while doing so). Hoseok had somehow discovered that Jungkook liked to draw and now regularly delivered ink, soft parchment, and charcoal sticks like an overly eager art dealer.
Then there were the “servants,” Taehyung and Namjoon, They’d come in with their flowing robes and dramatic flourishes, chat with him about the weather, the Moon, and occasionally their opinions on pastries, and then vanish in a swirl of suspicious mystery.
It was nice. He could get used to this.
He did notice that the whole wards of this palace had none but the five of them. The other person he has met is the healer.
He was also starting to have an ongoing suspicion that Yoongi was not a servant. He couldn’t prove it. But it lingers on the back of his head.
Seokjin had claimed that there were six of them.
So, Seokjin, Hoseok, Taehyung, Namjoon, Yoongi… That was five. But the sixth?
Jungkook counted on his fingers, there should be one more. Why hasn't he seen them around? Was the healer the sixth one. But observing Seokjin and others mannerism towards the healer, it’s very unlikely.
Was the sixth one the emperor?
He frowned, setting down the pen and quietly closing the book in his lap. His journal, a new habit, now hidden religiously under his bed. It was already filled with theories. Scribbled thoughts, doodles, the occasional “is Yoongi a real servant???” in an increasingly large font.
Lately, though, Jungkook had been distracted by another obsession: palace literature.
Surprisingly the cult had a lot of books about their beliefs and Jungkook was eating them up.
He was sure that he knew everything that there is to know about them now. Alpha, ruts, heats, bonding, scents etc etc.
But the new series he picked out named ‘Rare as Moonlight’ was something enticing, he had been invested in the life of the two main characters Betty and Alvin. Their relationship is the most toxic, unhinged he has ever seen. More toxic than all the series Jungkook watched from his window, spying at his neighbours TV. .
He had recently picked up the third volume of the book.
“This is emotional manipulation,” he muttered, flipping the page angrily. “He scent-marked her right before the full moon and then just left? What kind of toxic Alpha behavior is this?”
He resisted the urge to throw the book at the wall. He was an adult now. A mature adult. Instead, he set it aside and tried to remember that fictional drama was not a personal attack.
But still.
The book was a disaster. A gloriously unhinged, overly scented mess. And he couldn’t stop reading it.
Just then, the door creaked open.
“Little one, I-“ Seokjin began, before freezing mid step. His gaze flicked to the book, then to Jungkook’s face, currently arranged into an expression of righteous fury.
“This is infuriating,” Jungkook announced, stabbing a finger at the open pages. “Why does every couple in this book solve their issues with scenting and mating bites? That’s not conflict resolution! That’s just a scented hostage situation!”
Seokjin laughed, slow and fond. “Don’t worry. She gets her revenge.”
“Wait, really?” Jungkook perked up, then immediately narrowed his eyes. “No. No! Don’t tell me. I hate spoilers. Don’t you dare spoil it for me,”
“I would never dream of it,” Seokjin said smoothly, settling into the chair beside him. “Though I will say, keep an eye out for Volume Four.”
Jungkook eyed him warily. “Why?”
“There’s a duel.”
He groaned. “If it’s another duel over mating rights, I swear I’m throwing this book at someone.”
“Preferably not me.”
“No promises.”
Seokjin just smiled and handed him a bookmark shaped like a tiny moon. “Happy one week anniversary, by the way.”
Jungkook blinked, surprised.
“Right. I guess it has been a week,” he murmured like he hadn’t been counting.
Seokjin’s smile didn’t waver. “And you haven’t run screaming into the forest. That makes you our longest guest so far.”
Jungkook faked a laugh, “Well. The books are entertaining. The food’s good. You’re all weird, but kind. I could get used to this,”
”I’m glad,”
Notes:
I’m debating on whether I should give Jungkook a status bar/system or just let him be a confused bean for a while longer.
Chapter 3
Summary:
Jungkook starts smelling stuff and he’s not happy.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Jungkook had officially been part of this cult for ten days.
Ten whole days.
At this point, he’d stopped waiting for someone to jump out from behind a curtain and yell “Gotcha!” No cameras. Not one of those elaborate pranks. Just an entire palace of attractive alphas who acted like he’d descended from the moon itself.
(Which, by the way, they still called him The Moon Blessed. As if that explained anything.)
He was getting the hang of things. Sort of.
For one, he’d finally banned them from coming into his room so freely. It happened after Hoseok, ever so cheerful and unsuspecting, casually mentioned that “most omegas don’t allow non-bonded alphas into their private chambers.”
Jungkook blinked. Most omega’s don’t?
He immediately acted upon it. “That’s a rule? Great. Get out.”
Hoseok had laughed, but the others hadn’t. They were not pleased with Hoseok. Jin muttered something about “reckless information,” and Yoongi dead eyed him for a full five minutes straight. Even Namjoon looked vaguely betrayed.
Jungkook, of course, slept very well that night.
Secondly, and arguably more important, was his newest obsession.
The library.
God, the library.
It was endless and ancient and smelled like dust and magic. He’d unofficially moved in sometime around day eight.
He read everything. History books, random scrolls about herbology and royal etiquette. Even biology books read like fantasy novels. He once spent three hours trying to understand how alpha scent glands worked. That couldn’t be real, could it?
Every page just confirmed his theory, this was, in fact, the most elaborate cult the world had ever seen. Generations of effort.
How long had they been building this?
Jungkook was writing down clues on his journal when-
His nose twitched.
He froze.
Something smelled. Not bad. Not weird.
It smelled incredible.
Warm and sharp, like spiced wood and cool earth after rain. He blinked, sniffed the air once. Then twice. Then very cautiously a third time.
And right on cue, Taehyung strolled into the library, a soft grin tugging at his mouth. “Moon Blessed,” he greeted warmly.
Jungkook stared at him like he’d grown another head. “Taehyung?”
“Yes, little one?”
“You guys have scents, right?”
Taehyung looked delighted. “Of course.”
“What do you smell like?” He asked slowly.
Taehyung beamed. “Some say cedarwood, a little myrrh. Jin says I smell like fire and temple incense. Hoseok once said I smell like secrets.” He tilted his head. “Why?”
Jungkook blinked rapidly.
“Oh shit,” he whispered.
Taehyung perked up. “Did you catch mine?”
Jungkook stood so fast his chair screeched back. “You’re wearing cologne, right? You have to be. This-this is manipulation. You people-” he waved a book accusingly “-you’ve been shoving all these weird books at me, training my brain, softening me up, and now you’re using smell science against me?!”
Taehyung blinked. “Smell science?”
“This is how cults work! You isolate the target. You take away outside input. Then you drug them with pheromones?!”
There was a beat of silence.
“You’re so cute.”
“I’m not cute,” Jungkook snapped,clutching his journal.
“You are,” Taehyung said gently, stepping closer, eyes soft. “But don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Your instincts are just waking up.”
Jungkook backed up a step. “Nope. Don’t like that. Don’t say stuff like that.”
“You’ll be fine.” Taehyung looked entirely too smug. “This means you’re finally starting to remember.”
Jungkook made a strangled noise. “I’m going to write so many complaints about this in my journal.”
“Please do,” Taehyung smiled, walking past him to grab a book off the shelf. “Write down how good I smell, too. For documentation.”
Jungkook stared after him, dazed, sniffing the air again like a traitor.
Taehyung did not smell that good.
Jungkook is mad and pissed. He gets up and leaves the library, yes he’s petty like that.
He was mad.
He was seething.
The audacity of that man. The way his scent had snuck past Jungkook’s brain like it paid rent there. No. He refused. This entire place needed to be shut down. This cult was too organized, too seductive.
By the time he rounded the third hallway, Jungkook had already planned his hiest. He was going to destroy them from the inside. He’d infiltrate their ranks, fake-bond with at least three of them for information, and then conquer this entire operation.
Then he’d be rich. And powerful. And smug.
So smug.
In all the days he’d been held hostage, no, living here, Jungkook had never wandered beyond a certain part of the palace. Not because anyone said not to. No one had forbidden him. But the moment he’d drifted too close once, Hoseok had appeared out of nowhere with a sunny smile and casually redirected him with an arm around his shoulder and an offer to teach him how to tell if a book was enchanted.
Jungkook hadn’t thought much of it.
Until now,
Now that he was angry and petty and possibly on the verge of a villain origin story, that hallway looked a lot like temptation. The wallpaper changed there. The floors went from gold-veined marble to something older, deeper. The lighting dimmed slightly, like the air didn’t want to reveal too much.
It was subtle. Elegant. And Jungkook?
Jungkook was absolutely in the mood for violating some silent rules.He squared his shoulders, turned on his heel, and crossed the threshold without hesitation.If they didn’t want him going in there, they should’ve locked the damn door.
Jungkook knew he was being petty. He just didn’t care.
The palace had rules, unspoken, elegant ones, and Jungkook had decided today was the day to break them all. Fueled by righteous anger, he stomped down the unfamiliar corridor with the confidence of someone who had nothing to lose and everything to spite.
The shift was subtle at first. A change in the air. The smell of polished wood. The wallpaper darkened into something deeper, richer, threaded with gold in swirling, archaic patterns. The marble floor gave way to dark stone, and columns lined the hallway like guards who’d outlived time.
Then he saw them.
Actual guards. A lot of them.
And servants. Quiet, busy, finely dressed, all frozen in place the moment he came into view. It was the first time the castle had actually looked like what it was supposed to be: a seat of ancient, imperial power. The illusion of soft silks and doting alphas cracked around the edges, revealing a sharp, real structure beneath it.
Jungkook blinked.
They were all staring at him.
Some in awe. Others with something like fear. But none of them moved, like they didn’t know if they were allowed to.
He gave them an awkward little nod and kept walking, pretending this was totally normal and not at all cult-like behavior. Except it was.
Still, the way the guards parted silently to let him through was cool. Just a little.
And then he smelled it.
He stopped mid-step, turning his head slightly. Rich. Sweet. Spicy. Warm. It wrapped around him like a silk ribbon. His mouth parted.
What the hell was that?
Without even realizing it, his feet changed direction, following the scent. It pulled at him, gently, insistently, like it wanted him to find it. Begging him to find it.
His heart was pounding by the time he reached a tall door at the end of the hallway. He didn’t knock.
He just walked in.
The scent hit him like a truck.
A man.
Standing in the middle of the room, halfway through pulling off his dark outer robe, golden skin, glowing, eyes snapping toward him in shock.
They stared at each other.
Jungkook, still halfway through the door, very aware he had just barged in without knocking.
The man, frozen,eyes wide.
Jungkook blinked. “Hi.”
The man blinked back. “Hi?”
Jimin was stuck.
This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He’d kept his distance for days. Everyone had warned him,
Jungkook was overwhelmed,
Jungkook was skittish,
Jungkook thought they were a cult.
Jimin had been terrified of pushing too hard, of being the reason the Moon Blessed ran for the hills.
But now here Jungkook was.
Standing in his room.
Staring at him with big doe eyes and no clue.
Jimin opened his mouth, trying to think of something, anything to say that didn’t sound like he wanted to drop to his knees and offer his entire soul to the boy standing in front of him.
His instincts were roaring. Jungkook’s scent was alive in the air now, curling through the room like it belonged there. He was real. He was here.
Jimin panicked.
And said the worst possible thing.
“Welcome to the cult.”
There was a long silence. Then, to Jimin’s horror, Jungkook brightened.
“Oh my god, thank you. Finally, someone admitted it.”
Jimin blinked. “Wait, no!”
“You’re like the welcome buddy, right?” Jungkook said, stepping further into the room without invitation, taking it all in. “It makes so much sense now. The robe. The lighting. The vibe. You’re like the final boss,”
Jimin opened his mouth. No words came out.
He was still half dressed. His scent was everywhere. His instincts were barely under control and now this omega, his omega, was wandering around his room, sniffing the air like he liked it here.
Jimin took a slow breath.
Jungkook, meanwhile, was glancing at the fire like he was about to drop and start asking about the cult’s monthly membership benefits.
“So, do I get a badge now? Or a pamphlet? Is there an initiation ceremony I missed? Are you going to make me do something humiliating before officially recruiting me?” He paused.
After a second, “Honestly, your scent is kind of making me feel things and that feels like a cult tactic, but I’m choosing not to panic yet,”
“You need to leave,” Jimin said, voice tight.
Jungkook paused. “What?”
Jimin’s hands had curled into fists at his sides. His jaw was clenched. His alpha was screaming.
“You need to go,” he said, softer now. “Please. I’m not… I’m not good at this.”
Jungkook’s smile faltered just a bit.
“You don’t smell bad or anything. It’s actually very unfair how good you smell. Which is probably also part of the plan.”
Jimin’s voice cracked a little. “It’s not a plan.”
“It feels like a plan.”
“It’s not,” Jimin repeated.
“…Okay.”
They stared at each other again.
And then Jungkook, for the first time in ten days, turned and left the room without a fight.
Jimin sat down hard on the edge of the couch, burying his face in his hands.
“Welcome to the cult,” he muttered, “Jimin, you idiot,” of all the things he could have said.
The others are never going to let him live that down.
———
Why was he sad? Jungkook thought.
He scowled at the thought. No. Nope. Absolutely not. He wasn’t sad. He was offended. There was a difference.
He’d walked into a room that smelled like heaven, finally met someone who admitted they were in a cult, and got kicked out. No biggy.
Jungkook shook his head, frustrated. “Nope,” he muttered aloud. “Not doing this. I am not sad. I am done. I am going to burn this cult to the ground and then sue everyone.”
He picked a random hallway and kept walking, footsteps louder now, shoulders tense.
And then, he stopped.
Where was he?
He looked around. The corridor split in three different directions, each hallway identical and endless.
“Oh no.”
He turned. The way he’d come from.
“Oh no.”
He’d gotten lost. In the middle of a palace. Like an idiot.
Jungkook spun slowly in place, trying to piece together a landmark, a hint, something. But it was all too quiet now. Too grand and too empty.
And suddenly he wasn’t angry anymore. Just tired.
He sank down on the edge of a window, resting his arms on his knees, head falling forward.
What was he even doing?
He wasn’t a prince. He wasn’t like those strong omegas in the cult books. He didn’t know the rules. He didn’t understand the language they spoke in glances and scent. And the one alpha who finally talked to him like a person had practically thrown him out of the room the second he’d started feeling something.
Jungkook digged his nails into his own skin.
He felt stupid, overwhelmed. and alone.
His throat tightened.
This wasn’t like the books. The omega protagonists were always graceful, glowing, soft-spoken mystics. They never got lost in the damn hallways.
Jungkook blinked fast, then harder.
No.
He was not going to cry in a hallway.
He had limits.
He had standards.
And for the first time since arriving, Jungkook felt awful, scared. He just felt like a boy far from home, not that he had somewhere to call home to began with.
He sobbed.
Notes:
A little bit of angst.
Chapter 4
Summary:
Things starts making sense. Not really. But Jungkook thinks so and we like to support him.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Jungkook woke up to the same ceiling he’d been staring at for days, blindingly white, framed with soft pastel borders.
Had one of the Alphas carried him here? God. He must have looked pathetic, all red-eyed and snotty. Perfect. Just the image he wanted painted on someone’s memory.
He didn’t move. He didn’t want to get up and deal with whatever the hell was going on. He has been spending a ridiculous amount of time on his bed. That’s for sure.
Jungkook stared intensively at the ceiling, he wished he had one of those magical books from the cartoon ‘Doreamon’-also something he watched through spying on his neighbours, anything written on the book came true. Whatever was written came true through circumstances. That would have made his life easier.
He could have written for a better job, all his debt being paid off, or even just winning a lottery. Unfortunately he didn’t have a robot cat that came to make his life easi-
What the fuck?
Jungkook shot upright. Blinking. Hard.
A glowing blue rectangle hovered in the air, right in front of his face. A hologram. It moved when he moved.
“What the hell,” he muttered, whipping his head left, right, then back again like some deranged being. The screen followed him perfectly. His neck hurts.
Great. Now he was hallucinating. Peak rock-bottom unlocked. If God had favorites, Jungkook was clearly somewhere near the bottom of the list, right next to wet soaks.
The hologram flickered. Words appeared: Congratulations for finding our portal.
Portal?
Press here for Home Screen.
Jungkook stares at the glowing words for a solid three minutes before yanking the blanket over his head and squeezing his eyes shut. Out of sight, out of mind.
His own breathing sounds too loud under the blanket, each inhale sharp and shaky. He keeps it going for a full minute, willing his pulse to slow. Then, cautiously, he peeks his eyes open.
The screen is still there. Bright. Even in the pitch darkness beneath the blanket, it hovers like it’s burned into his retinas.
It’s just a fluke. His brain is just playing with him. Stop it brain.
Jungkook closes his eyes again, counts to ten, breathes ten times and opens his eyes. It’s okay, it’s just a hallucination. Jungkook closes his eyes again, counts to ten, breathes ten times and opens his eyes. It’s okay, it’s just a hallucination. Jungkook closes his eyes again, counts to ten, breathes ten times and opens his eyes. It’s okay, it’s just a hallucination.
He screams.
The door bursts open. All six Alphas spill inside, scanning the room like predators. Jin is the first to move, striding straight to Jungkook, who’s still wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, only his head poking out now. They all smell so intense.
“Wha-what’s wrong?” Hoseok yells, eyes darting to every shadow.
“I don’t smell any threats,” Namjoon murmurs, already moving to stand at Hoseok’s side, his voice low.
Jungkook’s eyes somehow go wider, too wide, his breath catching in his throat. His mind is spiraling even more, If that’s even possible. Because above each Alpha’s head, glowing in cold, impossible blue, are numbers. Floating. above their head.
“Why—why are the—” Jungkook’s words tangle in his throat. His hands shoot out, fingers stabbing the air toward each of their heads like that will make them see what he’s seeing.
The Alphas trade glances, their expressions shifting from alert to quietly alarmed. Concern deepens with every passing second.
“Sweetheart, did you have a nightmare?” Taehyung’s voice is low, gentle, a little awestruck, even. Who the hell is he awing, right now?
Before Jungkook can answer, Taehyung closes the space between them and tugs Jungkook’s head to his chest, holding him like he’s fragile.
Jungkook shoves at his shoulders until Taehyung lets go, his gaze snapping upward.“You like my new hairstyle?” Taehyung grins, brushing his fringe back. “I styled it thinking of you.”
Jungkook scoffs disbelieving and then freezes. Above Taehyung’s head, the number ticks up. The blue hologram—gone since the moment the Alphas rushed in—flashes back into existence.
+1 Favorability.
Jungkook blinks at the blue screen. Once. Twice. Is there a glitch in the matrix? Is he in between the matrix? Jungkook doesn’t even know what that means.
The screen pings again showing another +1 Favourability.
Jungkook physically scoots back, pressing himself into the headboard.
“Got lost in my eyes?” Taehyung asks smugly.
Jungkook stares at him. Can’t the Alpha see the damn screen? Or does he think Jungkook’s been staring because of his eyes?
Jungkook forces himself to inhale, slow and deliberate, like he’s the sane one here. Fine. If no one else sees it, he’ll prove it.
“Come here,” he says suddenly, locking eyes with Yoongi.
Yoongi, no questions asked, steps forward. Jungkook grabs both his hands and squeezes tight.
+1 Favorability.
The screen pops up again.
“You guys don’t see that?” Jungkook demands, desperation creeping into his voice.
“Yoongi blushing? No, we all see it,” Jin answers easily.
“No! the screen! The blue thing…? That thing!” Jungkook points straight at the air above Yoongi’s head.
The other Alphas follow his finger, only to see Yoongi’s face.
“Now, little one,” Namjoon says carefully, “I don’t think it’s polite to call Yoongi a thing.”Jungkook swallows hard. His grip tightens on the blanket around him.
He is going to lose his mind.
The most logical explanation, right after the explanation of Jungkook going insane of course, was that Jeon Jungkook was stuck in a game. That’s the only possible explanation.
It’s not a cult but a game.
Yes, of course. Obviously.
Jungkook was a player and the rest of the strange people here were NPC’s. He turned to Jimin. “You. Come here,” he ordered.
Jimin blinked, pointing to himself in confusion before cautiously stepping closer. Jungkook cupped both of his cheeks between his palms and bam!
+1 Favorability.
So… the favorability goes up when he touches them?
His eyes slid to Jin. Without warning, Jungkook reached over and poked both his cheeks.
+1 Favorability.
“Sweetheart, did you hit your head?” Jin asks calmly, his warm hand curling around Jungkook’s, still frozen mid cheek poking.
“I’m fine,” he says too quickly, too sharp. “You’re the one with… with…” He waves vaguely above Jin’s head. “Never mind.”
Jin frowns, the concern in his eyes deepening. “With what?”
“With- with Alpha genes running through your veins, yeah.” Jungkook forces a shaky laugh. “Uh, I was just testing something I read in a biology book. It said that if you—” He cuts himself off, shaking his head. “Not important what it said.”
His gaze darts between them, the walls, the glowing numbers above their heads. “How did I even get here? Wasn’t I lost?”
“Jimin would like to say something,” Jin says, gesturing to Jimin to start speaking, Jungkook turned to look at Jimin, “Jungkook ah, I’m so sorry. I didn’t wa-“
Whatever Jimin was saying went right through Jungkook’s head.
Being in a game made sense in a way, but what if he was hypnotised by the cult into believing that he was in a game. There is no way hypnotising is so efficient that it can make him imagine a blue screen popping up, homescreen—wait,
Jungkook should probably investigate. There was a home screen.
“—can you forgive me?” Jimin finishes, hopeful.
Jungkook blinks. He has no idea what the man was apologizing for, but fine. He has bigger plans.
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he says with a nervous laugh. “I forgot all about it already. I want to take a shower, can you all leave?”
+1 Favorability.
+1 Favorability.
+1 Favorability.
+1 Favorability.
+1 Favorability.
+1 Favorability.
Jungkook freezes. Did all their scents get sweeter?
Okay. They were perverts too, then.
“Alright, bye,” Jungkook says in a rush, flapping his hands toward the door like they’re pigeons he’s trying to scare off a balcony.
Instead of leaving, they just hesitate.
Taehyung tilts his head. “Do you need help undressing, sweetheart?”
+1 Favorability.
“No!” Jungkook snaps, clutching the blanket tighter. “I am perfectly capable of removing my own self.”
Namjoon frowns. “We just want to make sure you’re steady on your feet.”
+1 Favorability.
“I am steady. Look.” Jungkook stands, wobbles, then stiffens his knees like a marionette being jerked by invisible strings. “See? Steady.”
Hoseok smiles softly. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”
+1 Favorability.
Jungkook grits his teeth. This is impossible. He’s literally trying to push them away, and the damn numbers just keep going up.
They’re either broken NPCs or they’re feeding off this somehow.
“Out,” Jungkook says again, pointing at the door with all the authority of someone who owns the concept of doors. “Now.”
The Alphas exchange looks, clearly reluctant.
+1 Favorability.
Jungkook throws his hands in the air. “Oh my god, you’re all defective.”
After what feels like an entire year of awkward smiles, lingering glances, and Favorability pings, the last Alpha finally steps out the door.
Jungkook doesn’t move until he hears the soft click of the latch.
He sits back on the bed, and get under the covers, then stares at the faint blue hologram hovering in front of him.
“Home Screen,” he says quietly, like speaking to a voice assistant.
The words on the floating rectangle rearrange, sliding into neat rows.
[Player: Jeon Jungkook]
- Level: 1
- Health: 100/100
- Energy: 90/100
- Skills: Nil
- Inventory: Nil
- Points: 1600
Below that, there is an arrow for the next page.
Relationships
- Kim Seokjin — 30 Favorability
- Kim Namjoon — 25 Favorability
- Jung Hoseok — 26 Favorability
- Min Yoongi — 34 Favorability
- Park Jimin — 21 Favorability
- Kim Taehyung — 30 Favorability
Page three:
- Quest one: increase all Favorability to 50
“Is this a dating sim or something?” he mutters.
Then his eyes widened. “Oh my god,” he breathes, before suddenly exclaiming, “I died!”
He says it almost happily, like the words are some great epiphany. All the scattered, jagged puzzle pieces in his head seem to click into place at once.
Of course. That’s why he’s here. That’s why there’s a game screen. He must’ve died and been reborn in an alternative reality.
I’m so smart.
One thing about Jeon Jungkook that you need to know is that he’s competitive. If there is a game, then he has to win.
Jungkook gets up giddy and takes his Journal and starts writing down everything he so far knows.
- There are sub genders.
- He’s an omega.
- There are scents and scent glands—can smell this shit now.
- All his ‘targets’ are Alphas.
- He’s the supposed Moon Blessed.
- He is not in a cult.
He writes down the basic things before moving on to writing down everything he knows about the Alphas.
- Kim Seokjin: Duke.
- Kim Namjoon: Duke too?
- Kim Taehyung: jobless (handsome)
- Park Jimin: emperor?
- Jung Hosoek: Duke 2.0
- Min Yoongi:
Servant?
Maybe he doesn’t know much about them. That’s okay. Jungkook doesn’t need to know to win a game.
In fact, that’s half the fun. The less he knows, the more he can treat them like mystery bosses with hidden weaknesses. He’ll figure it out as he goes, just like every speedrun tutorial says: adapt or die.
He glances at his notes again, tapping the pen thoughtfully. Names, titles, question marks, that’s fine. He doesn’t need lore. He needs stats. And the stat that matters is Favorability.
“Let’s start touching people,”
Notes:
I caved and gave him a system. My mind was blank. This was the only other solution.
Ive been posting short chapter. I promise that the next one will have at least 6000 words. 🫂
Chapter 5
Summary:
Jungkook’s chaotic plans to raise favorability points.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Whenever you are playing a game or hobby or world domination, the most logical thing to always do is start small. Want to master a new habit? Start small. What to increase Favorability in a game? Start small.
Jungkook had realised that Jimin was always in flight mode. It was almost comical. Any time Jungkook so much as drifted into Jimin’s personal bubble, the Alpha would bolt, no warning, just gone. The first few times, Jungkook had just stood there, arm extended, blinking like an idiot as Jimin vanished down a hallway. But here’s the thing: the Favorability never went down. In fact, on those rare, precious occasions when he managed a lingering touch? The Favorability skyrocketed.
logically, Jungkook chose Jimin as his first major target. Jungkook would go up to Jimin, and tackle him even before the Alpha can make a run for it. Like right now, Jimin is talking to Namjoon, Jungkook was so far away that his scent couldn't be detected.
Trial and error had led to his most important tactical discovery yet—the perfect distance. far enough that an Alpha’s hypersensitive nose couldn’t detect his scent, but close enough to launch a full-body omega assault.
And right now, his prey was distracted. Jimin was talking to Namjoon, head tilted slightly, probably plotting something boring like grain distribution or murder. Jungkook crouched a little, eyes narrowing, muscles coiling. He silently counted in his head.
Three. Two. One.
He sprinted.
The sound of his footsteps barely registered before he launched himself, practically flying through the air, and slammed onto Jimin’s back. The Alpha jolted in surprise but, this was not his first rodeo, caught Jungkook’s legs before the omega could slip. Strong.
The Alphas were unbelievingly strong.
+1 Favorability, +1 Favorability, +1 Favorability, +1 Favorability , +1 Favorability
Easy. Too easy.
Jimin’s scent wavered all over the place. Sweet, spiked with sharpness and his voice stuttered in a way that was not at all intimidating. Namjoon chuckled from the side, clearly amused. Jungkook smirked into Jimin’s shoulder.
Earning points was going to be like stealing candy from a baby.
Another trick Jungkook had discovered? Scent.
He’d read enough books to know that, in omega lore, scent was supposed to be their deadliest weapon. Stories claimed Alphas could be driven to madness, lose all reason, even start fights over a particularly intoxicating omega scent.
He thought it was all exaggerated. His Alphas never “lost control” like that unless you counted blushing or awkward stuttering as losing control. Jimin swore it was difficult to even be in a room with him, but honestly? The man still managed to talk and walk like a normal person, so how hard could it be?
Jungkook hadn’t really learned to distinguish scents. He can tell when it gets a little strong and not a little strong. He can’t tell the difference like the Alphas who knows when he is mad, sad, overwhelmed and even hungry. A little creepy if you ask him.
The Alphas have tried to get him to talk to a consultant who’d help him with his ‘trauma’ if you will. Jungkook is in a game. Everyone knows that whoever is going to come into the picture is going to be someone who is going to try and stop him from reaching his end goal.
What was his end goal? He’ll have to slowly unravel that.
Jungkook walks up to an unsuspecting Hoseok, he almost feels bad. Keyword: Almost.
Ha, like he’ll feel bad for them.
Hoseok, who is writing down various numbers and symbols. Jungkook isn’t smart enough to understand. Hosoek looks at Jungkook with a smile.
He slid into the chair beside him, watching the Alpha’s pen pause. Hoseok looked up, smiling like the sun had decided to take human form.
“Moon Blessed, are you bored? Do you want me to take you to the gardens?” Hoseok’s voice was warm, almost too warm, and his hand rose to pat Jungkook’s head.
All of them do that a lot.
“No, can I just sit here while you work?” He asks, purposefully widening his eyes maximum doe mode.
+1 Favorability.
Sometimes he doesn’t even have to try.
“Of course, Tell me if you are bored okay?” He said. Fondly.
Jungkook unknowingly smirked just thinking about what he’s going to do. He prepared himself, closed his eyes and started thinking about stuff. Not wholesome things. Explicit stuff. Things that made even his own ear warm.
When he cracked an eye open, Hoseok was side-eyeing him in confusion, and there it was, the Alpha’s nose twitched.
+1 Favorability.
And Hosoek’s breath hitched, and instinctively raised his hands to cover his noses, stumbling out of the chair in a hurry.
“Little one? Yo-“
“What?” Jungkook open his eyes and innocently looked up at Hosoek.
+7 Favorability.
Hoseok muttered something incoherent and bolted out of the room.
Jungkook leaned back in the chair, a smug smile spreading across his face. Too easy.
A classic way to make someone like you? Buy their affection.
Secondly, he obviously does not have a single penny in his name, Asking one of the Alphas for money just so he could buy them something back? Cheap move. Pathetic move. A move beneath him. He had standards.
Also, where exactly was he supposed to go shopping? He hadn’t set foot outside this mansion-castle? Not even once.
Maybe I need to unlock certain areas.
After days of careful, subtle, totally-not-creepy observation (read: stalking), Jungkook had concluded that Kim Taehyung was an art and fashion guy. He liked anything creative, anything beautiful, and preferably anything that could make other people stare at him in awe. so a perfect gift would be a heart felt Painting.
Now, Jungkook was fairly confident that Taehyung would love anything he gave him. The man seemed like the type to be delighted if Jungkook handed him a rock
But he was going to do this anyway. So might as well do it right.
Not that he cares but it was just that he didn’t have any ideas, the game was numbing his creative flow. So may have followed Taehyung around to get to know what he likes.
The hilarious thing? That alone had earned him more Favorability than he expected. Apparently, trailing Taehyung like a silent, wide-eyed puppy was endearing. If he’d known, he wouldn’t have bothered with the painting at all. But now that the idea was lodged in his brain, scrapping it felt like wasted effort.
Jungkook ended up painting a purple contrast scenery, purple was Taehyung's favorite colour and the scenery was explained in detail in one of Taehyung's favorite books.
It wasn’t hard. Well, it was a little hard. It took five days to get the details just right, and even longer to convince himself it was “good enough” for Favorability purposes , of course.
Jungkook found Taehyung one of the balcony, sitting on one of those big swings, flowy hanbok flowing on the ground. He looked like a prince.
“Hey,” Jungkook awkwardly announced, looking at his feet like they were the most interesting thing ever.
“Moon blessed,” said tilting his head lazily.
“I, uh…” He lifted the painting up so it blocked half his face. “Made you something.”
Taehyung blinked. Then blinked again. “You… painted that?”
+1 Favorability.
“Yes,” Jungkook said, forcing his voice to stay flat, like this was no big deal and not the result of five days of paint fumes and back pain.
“Are you sure? Like-you want to give me a gift,”
What kind of questions was that?
“Of course I’m sure,”
+5 Favorability.
Taehyung smiled so bright that Jungkook almost closed his eyes.
“This is from ‘Internal Blessed,” Taehyung said in awe. Jungkook shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. Could be.”
+1 Favorability.
“Purple moon, lilac clouds…” Taehyung’s fingers hovered over the edge of the frame, not quite touching it, almost reverent. “This is my favorite scene in the whole book.”
Jungkook avoided his eyes. “Cool.”
+1 Favorability.
Taehyung’s voice dropped into something softer. “You remembered.” Jungkook felt his stomach flip, his heart beating out of his chest, “yeah okay bye,” he left before Taehyung could say a word.
Jin was the first person that Jungkook met in this world. As much as Jungkook would like to deny it otherwise, Jungkook has a soft spot for him. And Jin had one for him too. Jungkook believes so anyway.
By now, Jungkook knew where everyone’s rooms were. He was also 90% sure they’d all moved when he arrived, just to be near him. The maids in the far wing had been gossiping about it last week—apparently the Alphas didn’t even let servants into their new rooms to clean. This wing was now called the Moon Blessed Ward.
How original.
Jin has been busy, Yoongi says that Jungkook’s scent has gotten dull ever since Jin got busy, but Yoongi clearly doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
If he cleaned Jin’s room, really made it sparkle, Jin would come back, see him all sweaty and adorable, and Jungkook would gesture to the clean room like Ta-da! and boom—fifty Favorability points, right there.
Is Jungkook smart or what?
Jungkook entered the Alpha’s room, it smelled so much like Jin here. It was nice. He looked around and the room wasn’t that messy. A few clothes here and there, and unmade bed and a bunch of papers thrown all over the place.
First, Jungkook gathered all the papers into a neat pile. That part went fine. Then he scooped up all the clothes and dumped them on the bed, ready to fold them.
That was the plan.
Fold them.
Be efficient.
Only somehow, somewhere in the process, things evolved.
It started with one pillow. Then another. Then he spread a blanket out, just to “make space.” Then the clothes, strategically placed for “structure.”
By the time Jungkook realized what was happening, he was standing inside a very flimsy, very aesthetic little fort.
He stepped back and admired it.
How could a bunch of clothes, pillows, and blankets look this good? It was cozy. It was inviting. It looked like somewhere a small woodland creature would sip tea and read tiny books.
Jungkook sat inside, knees tucked under him, and decided maybe, just maybe, Jin wouldn’t mind a clean room and a fort. That’s worth, what? Seventy Favorability points? Minimum.
Jungkook sat in the middle looking at his creation, he was smoothing out the lumpy clothing on the side when the door opened—
“Oh, Little one—” Jin’s voice cut off abruptly. He froze in the doorway, eyes widening until they looked cartoonishly round, staring at Jungkook like he’d just found him summoning spirits.
A beat of silence.
+10 Favorability
Jungkook smiled hard, “you love my fort,” he said proudly. He knew the fort was a nice touch.
Jin blinked rapidly, his mouth twitching like it couldn’t decide whether to frown or laugh. “For—little one, you’ve built a nes—” He cleared his throat. “Yes, a fort. Of course.”
“Come in and have a seat,” Jungkook said excitedly.
Jin moved like a man in a daze, crossing the room with careful, measured steps. “Am I… welcome in your fort?”
“Of course.” Jungkook gave him a regal nod, as if granting him special access to a VIP club.
Jin got in very slowly, making sure he wasn’t going to mess anything up. Jungkook nodded to himself, I built it so perfect that Jin doesn’t even want to accidentally move anything.
Jin sat and looked around, with a Smilling Jungkook in the middle.
+3 Favorability.
Yep! Fort, a success.
Jungkook stared at the Favorability counter like it was a stock market chart. He had made progress with all his targets so far. Now Yoongi.
Jungkook wanted to know what the right approach was with Yoongi.
Jungkook tapped his chin. He could flirt but flirting wasn’t exactly his strongest skill. His version of flirting usually ended up sounding like an insult with extra eye contact. Gifts were an option too, but Yoongi had a thing for swords, and unless the game had a hidden craft legendary weapon tutorial tucked somewhere, there was no way Jungkook could make one.
So he did what any logical player would do when stumped: he wandered into the library like the answer might fall out of a book and hit him in the head.
Maybe he should target Namjoon Next. Frankly he knows the least about Namjoon. Namjoon is mostly always in the other wing of the castle.
Maybe he could catch Namjoon in his natural habitat. Like a wildlife documentary, but with more political jargon.
The only problem was Jungkook didn’t actually know how to get to the other wing without being stopped by someone. Except for the one time he met Jimin, Jungkook hasn’t been back there ever since. It was his first and last time. And considering the Moon Blessed Ward was basically “VIP: No Entry” for everyone except his six walking Alpha, sneaking over there might take actual strategy.
Alias Jungkook decided to approach Yoongi first. With any game, one should always learn about his target. So cue Stalker Jungkook at his finest.
He kept his perfect can’t-smell-me radius, skirting just far enough that Yoongi’s Alpha nose wouldn’t pick him up. Realistically, Jungkook thinks he’s doing a phenomenal job, like Oscar-worthy stealth. He trails behind, ducking behind marble posts and trimmed hedges. One time he even rolled behind a fountain like a spy in an action movie. Amazing grace.
He watches as Yoongi heads to the field, unsheathes a massive sword, and starts swinging it in precise, fluid arcs. Jungkook stares. He stares for a while.
The man is… hot. And powerful. And hot.
It takes him an embarrassingly long moment to connect the dots.
“Oh my god,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, brain finally catching up. “Yoongi’s a knight.”
A knight. Who sometimes brings him food. Who once read him a bedtime story because Jungkook “looked bored.” Who also could probably slice him clean in half if he wanted to.
Jungkook crouches lower in the bushes, watching the way Yoongi moves. It’s not just power, it’s control. Precision. Like every swing is a calculated number in some secret Knight Math Jungkook will never understand.
+1 Awareness.
(No, the Favorability counter didn’t budge, but Jungkook’s determination did.)
If he’s going to raise Yoongi’s Favorability, he can’t just jump on his back like with Jimin. No. This requires a different approach. Something subtle. Something knight-friendly. Something that says, I respect your sword, but I also demand your undivided love.
What better way that having Yoongi teach him the sword.
Jeon Jungkook, you did it again. So smart.
He mentally pats himself on the back, straightens up from his hiding spot, and bolts toward the field.
“Alpha!” he calls out.
Yoongi turns instantly, too instantly and in an oddly guilty motion, shifts the sword behind his back like he’s been caught doing something illegal.
“Jungkook,” he says, sounding way too casual to hide the faint stutter. “Wh–what are you doing here?”
“Alpha, you were so cool,” he gushes, eyes wide with that deliberate sparkle that never fails to make Favorability points multiply like rabbits. “I saw you from over there—” He spins around, pointing back to his previous stalking bush. “You looked so good, the—”
He throws both hands in the air, imitating the sweeping arc of Yoongi’s sword, except his version looks more like he’s trying to swat a particularly aggressive mosquito.
Yoongi blinks at him, clearly torn between confusion, embarrassment, and mild amusement.
“You were watching me?”
“Of course,” Jungkook says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “How else am I supposed to learn? I want you to teach me.”
Yoongi actually laughs, a short startled thing, like he’s not sure he’s allowed to. “Teach you?”
Jungkook nods emphatically. “Yes. With the sword. You’ll show me all the moves, and I’ll do the thing with my hands—” He flails his arms again, this time almost smacking Yoongi’s chest.
The corner of Yoongi’s mouth twitches upward.
+2 Favorability
“Will you teach me?” Jungkook asks, gripping the side of Yoongi’s clothes like a toddler.
+1 Favorability
“Sure,” Yoongi says nonchalantly, like his Favorability hasn’t been going up. “We will start slow, I don’t want you to get hurt,”
Five minutes later, Jungkook is standing in the middle of the training field, holding a wooden sword that feels suspiciously like a tree trunk. He’s too embarrassed to admit it’s heavier than it looks. The sun is warm, the grass smells sweet, and Yoongi is circling him like a hawk sizing up prey.
“Grip the hilt firmly. No, firmly.” He steps in close, wrapping his hands around Jungkook’s to adjust his grip. His fingers are warm, calloused.
+1 Favorability
Yoongi steps in again, adjusting his arms, shoulders brushing against Jungkook’s back. His scent spikes faintly, warm and grounding.
+2 Favorability.
“Good,” Yoongi murmurs. “Now, swing from the shoulder, not the wrist.”
Jungkook tries. He really tries. But the sword is so heavy that his swing looks less like a heroic strike and more like he’s sluggishly stirring soup. A wooden sword. Too heavy. The betrayal.
Yoongi groans under his breath and comes around behind him, one arm sliding around Jungkook’s torso, the other guiding his hands. Together, they swing the sword in one clean arc.
Jungkook beams like he’s just slain a dragon. “Wow, Alpha, you’re so strong,” he says, shamelessly.
Yoongi’s ears go faintly pink.
+3 Favorability.
“Let’s take a break,” Yoongi says, his tone casual but his eyes narrowing just slightly, probably clocking the way Jungkook is swaying like a noodle that’s barely holding itself together.
“I can keep going,” Jungkook says, chin tilted up with fake determination, even though his arms feel like someone replaced his bones with squishy.
“I know, sweetie,” Yoongi says, the endearment slipping out so naturally Jungkook almost misses it. “But I’ve been training for a while, and I’m tired.” He lies without a flicker of shame. Not even a bead of sweat on his forehead.
“Oh. Okay then,” Jungkook says finally, shrugging like he’s not internally noting every single thing Yoongi does for future Favorability exploitation.
Yoongi smiles faintly, and if Jungkook didn’t know any better, he’d think that the Alpha just didn’t want him to get hurt.
+1 Favorability.
Namjoon makes sure to see and talk to Jungkook everyday before making his way to the other wing.
To win favorability points and also Jungkook has been curious about the wing for a while so he needed to explore that region. He didn't really get to explore the day he met Jimin and had an embarrassing breakdown.
So when Namjoon appeared that morning, coat draped neatly over one arm, clearly about to vanish into his mysterious domain, Jungkook decided to just go for it.
“Alpha?” Jungkook called, taking a quick step forward before Namjoon could pass him. Namjoon paused, turning with a gentle smile. “Yes, little one?”
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes wide in practiced innocence. “Can I come with you?”, Namjoon’s brows lifted slightly. “Come with me? Where?”
“To the other wing,” Jungkook said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He clasped his hands behind his back, leaning forward just slightly. “I’ve never seen it before.”
Namjoon’s smile faltered for a split second barely noticeable, but Jungkook caught it. “It’s… not very interesting. Mostly study rooms and storage.”
“I don’t mind boring things,” Jungkook said quickly. Then softer, just enough for the edge of vulnerability to creep in: “I just want to spend more time with you.”
Namjoon blinked, and Jungkook didn’t miss the faint pink brushing the Alpha’s ears.
+3 Favorability.
“Give me an hour,” Namjoon said, glancing at the clock on the wall like he was already rearranging his schedule in his head. “Within an hour I’ll come back, and we both can go explore the East Wing. Is that okay?”
Jungkook nodded immediately, lips curling in a pleased smile. “Okay.”
Namjoon’s shoulders eased, and he gave a small nod before heading off. Jungkook watched him disappear down the corridor, humming in satisfaction. That was easier than expected.
An hour later, Jungkook found himself standing at the threshold of the East Wing. Same corridor, same tall windows, same polished marble floor, but this time it was eerily, suspiciously empty.
Last time he’d been here (with determination and anger) there had been maids bustling past with trays, guards stationed at every turn, and at least three people staring at him with utter disbelief and awe.Now, there was nothing. Just silence and the faint echo of their footsteps.
“Um,” Jungkook blinked, caught between confusion and the faint sense that something was off. His eyes darted to Namjoon.
Namjoon, smiling like this was perfectly normal, gestured toward the far end of the hallway. “Do you want to explore the paintings first?” he asked, voice warm and casual, too casual.
Jungkook narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. If this was a game, then Namjoon had just cleared the map for him. Literally.
+2 Favorability.
“Yeah, let’s go,”
Jungkook trailed beside Namjoon, hands clasped neatly behind his back like the picture of innocence. His eyes were huge and curious, his lips pursed in a thoughtful pout as he looked at the paintings. Then, Jungkook decided to just go for it,
“I bet you were really handsome when you were younger.”
Namjoon blinked. “I’m not that old.”
“Oh, no, no, that’s not what I meant!” Jungkook gasped dramatically, one hand flying to his chest. “You’re still handsome. Like, extremely. Like, I’d totally let you—”
“Careful,” Namjoon cut in smoothly, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “Your face is burning, little one.”
+4 Favorability
“What does this mean?” Jungkook asks, pointing to a random painting with a lot of squiggly lines.
Namjoon gave the painting a fond glance. “This artefacts illustrates the emotional fragmentation of the empire following the Third Accord—”
Jungkook nodded in mock solemnity, eyes still on the painting, he nodded more to thinking that he’s never going to try flirting again. Maybe he should try the classic tripping thing, the protagonist stumbles and falls, the love interest catches them. That’s how half of the people in dramas fall in love. Surely that should work.
Jungkook nodded along as Namjoon explained the artistic trauma of some long-dead empire, pretending to care while sneakily eyeing the floor ahead.
Step one: stumble. Step two: fall just a little too close. Step three: flutter lashes.
He slowed his steps, subtly edged closer to Namjoon, and then—
“Ah—!”
He tripped. Beautifully. Elegantly. Like a heroine collapsing gracefully into the arms of the main lead.
Except he didn’t factor in Namjoon’s absurd reflexes.
The Alpha caught him instantly, one strong arm around his waist, the other steadying his shoulder like it was nothing. Like Jungkook weighed nothing. And that would’ve been fine.
Except Namjoon didn’t move. He was just there. Tall. Solid. Warm. His scent hit Jungkook all at once, something stupidly comforting.
Jungkook froze.
Namjoon tilted his head, gaze calm, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You alright, little one?”
That voice. God.
Jungkook's brain short-circuited. All previous plans fluttering lashes, coy smirks, playful banter vanished in a puff of shame and pheromones.
“I—uh. Yep. Legs work. Gravity’s—Sorry.”
He straightened up too quickly and bumped his forehead into Namjoon’s shoulder. “Ow.”
Namjoon chuckled softly, hand still steady at Jungkook’s lower back. “Careful. You’re not usually this clumsy.”
“I’m not clumsy!” Jungkook blurted. “It was a tactical fall!”
Namjoon raised an eyebrow, clearly trying not to laugh. “A tactical fall?”
“I mean that is was a unintentional tactical fall,”
+5 Favorability
More like -10 dignity.
Jungkook cleared his throat, cheeks glowing like the setting sun, and stepped away with the stiff walk of a man who was not thinking about broad shoulders or warm scents or how Namjoon had caught him like he did this
“Let’s go look at more squiggly lines.” He stumbled forward grabbing the alpha's hand. Namjoon let the omega guide him wherever he wanted.
Jungkook wandered into Hoseok’s chambers, stretching like a lazy cat before flopping onto the small couch against the wall. The scent of ink and parchment was thick in the air, candlelight flickering over a large map spread across the desk. Hoseok, bent over the parchment, barely looked up as his quill scratched lines across the paper.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, resting his chin on the back of the couch.
“Patrol assignments,” Hoseok replied absently, marking another dotted route.
Jungkook tilted his head, curiosity sparking. “That’s the guards route?”
“Mhm.”
A grin tugged at Jungkook’s lips. He sat up straighter, eyes glittering with sudden energy. “Can I help?”
That finally made Hoseok pause, lifting his gaze to study him. “You want to?” He raised a brow, half-amused. “Sure. Not that it’s exciting.”
Jungkook leaned over the map, chin propped on his hand as his sharp eyes scanned the marks Hoseok had already made. Guards, towers, patrol routes. It was almost too familiar. He’d done this kind of thing hundreds of times before, only with pixels and raid parties instead of ink and soldiers.
“Mm… you’ve got them circling like this?” Jungkook traced a finger along one of the loops Hoseok had drawn. “Looks fine, but here” he tapped on a corner where two routes overlapped, “they’ll double back too quickly. It creates a blind spot here and here.”
Hoseok blinked. “Blind spot?”
Jungkook grinned. “Yup.If they move like this, the timing covers the whole section without leaving a gap. Anyone sneaking in would be spotted no matter how they timed it.”
The alpha commander stared at him, lips parting. “You just saw that?”
“Easy,” Jungkook shrugged, trying to sound casual even as his system pinged softly in the back of his mind:
+5 Favorability
Jungkook’s chest warmed.
He leaned back and stretched, eyes glittering. “Honestly, this is just like one of those uh” he caught himself before saying ‘games’ out loud,
“-puzzle challenges I used to play. You put the pieces in place, predict how they’ll move, then adjust. Super satisfying.”
Hoseok chuckled under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “You are something else, Moon blessed, ”
Jungkook’s grin widened. “Want me to show you how to make a trap formation? Like a fake weak spot that lures people in, but actually leads them into a dead end?”
Hoseok arched a brow. ”I would very much like that,”
Jungkook was already scribbling. His strokes were quick, bold, playful, like a gamer on a speed-run, and within minutes he’d drawn up a clean little trap route.
Hoseok leaned closer, stunned. “That would actually work.”
“Of course,” Jungkook said, smugly flipping the quill between his fingers. His system chimed again.
+7 Favorability
Jungkook fought back the urge to fist-pump.
Yes! Keep it coming.
Jimin was avoiding him again. But this time twice as hard. Okay maybe the tackling was too much. Maybe. So he tries a similar but different approach.
The reason why Jimin was so skittish was because his scent was strong or something like that. So the most logical explanation is to get Jimin to get used to his scent. Of course.
So, Jungkook finds Jimin dozing off in one of the room's chairs, relaxed and more importantly defenceless. Perfect. Jungkook tiptoes, quiet like a cat. He watches Jimin for a second, heart beating like a drum, then gently kneels next to him.
With the softest movement he could muster, Jungkook shifted to settle himself into Jimin’s lap, wrapping his arms around the Alpha’s neck like a warm, familiar blanket. His face buried itself against Jimin’s neck, the scent intoxicating and soothing all at once.
Jimin jerks awake, blinking abruptly, scent spiked, “Jungkook? Wha-“
+2 Favorability.
Instead of pulling away or freezing in panic, Jungkook pressed closer, cheeks warm and flushed against Jimin’s skin. A small smile tugged at his lips. “Shh you’re really comfy, and you smell nice.”
+5 Favorability
For a long, suspended moment, Jimin just froze. Then slowly, hesitantly, his arms wrapped around Jungkook, drawing him in. His head rested gently atop the omega’s.
+2 Favorability
Together, they drifted into a quiet doze, a tangle of warmth and scent and soft, steady breathing.
Notes:
I’m really trying to make sure that all of them gets equal time with Jk and all ships move in a steady pace. I don’t want one of them to have more chemistry with him than the other.
I’m really glad that all of you are enjoying it 🫂
If there are specific things you guys want to see or have ideas, feel free to share them 🫡
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