Only Mine | Vkook

Away from you - part 2

I snapped accidentally growling a bit too hard, lifting my head from the wall to see jin hyung’s concerned face. "Where’s he? Just wanna see him. I miss him so fucking much. My hyung. Is he alone? Or is he with someone else?” I growled. “My-“

“hey hey, jungkook-ah..he’s okay.. remember he has vocal recording today,please calm down..”

jin hyung said gripping my shoulders looking into my eyes. But I want him. Miss him. Need him.Is he safe? Is he crying? What if-

“you’re panicking again..he’s coming here in a few. Now take a long breath and exhale...right..just like that..hyung is here for you..”

Jin hyung said hugging me as I tried my best to calm down.

“hyung?”

“hmm, jungkookie?”

“will he- will he ever stop hating me?”

I bit my quivering bottom lip, that salty sweat running down my face again. Uggh I hate it when that happens. Jin hyung gasped and started running his fingers through my hair hugging me even tighter.

“He doesn’t hate you. He’s just hurt.”

“But I hurt him hyung...I hurt him...”

I whispered, closing my eyes tight trying to will down the pain. Never in my life have I ever felt this vulnerable.

“it’s not you.. it’s just that you couldn’t control your inner beast..so no one can fully blame you..see, you’re getting hurt too...it’s natural for him to react like this..let’s give it time, yeah?”

He said, still combing my hair and I couldn’t even look him in the eyes in shame.

“But I want him hyung, it hurts so bad...it’s worse than the day he slapped me... I can bear any pain but not this...his scent..I want it terribly..it’s everywhere..but nowhere at reach. He’ll cry again hyung...he’ll cry if I touch him again. It’s okay if he slaps me again or punches me but I’ll still hold him, until he’s okay, until his pain is gone. Even if it kills me, I’ll still Hold him hyung. I- I”

All the pent up sorrow from months ago broke through all at once as a painful sob wrecked through my body cutting my words short.
As I was sitting on the floor with jin hyung rubbing my back, my mind went back to those days I despised with all my heart.

Why the fuck won't he come out already. It's been nearly an hour since he locked himself in the bathroom saying he needed a bath.
And now I'm on the edge again. Fuck. I need him. I'm hard as a rock. I can still smell that sweet flowery scent he gives off. So inviting. So alluring. He's not with me and that’s only driving me insane.

I banged on the door again, getting more furious by the second. My human side is still fighting for control. That little fucker is so weak. I'm the more dominant. After all I’m his true self. His inner self. The fucker is so damn weak, couldn't even mate our omega properly. It's his fault we had to wait this long without properly mating our omega. And that little wimp won't even admit that our omega has been ours from the very first beginning. Fuck that. I need my omega.

"Come out omega!! This is the last time I ask nicely."

Nothing happened but the frustrating silence and occasional tiny whimpers behind the door. Which got me so fucking mad. Why won't he just understand that he belongs to me and only me, so he can finally stop hiding from me every damn time he's released from my knot.

I know he's feeling my need to mate again. I don't know how he can bear the pull this long without begging me to fuck him. He's stubborn and submissive at the same time which makes me want to punish him and pleasure him all the same.