The road stretched endlessly ahead, lit only by dim streetlights. The unknown man stole another glance at Jungkook, who sat stiffly beside him, his hands clutching the wet fabric of his hoodie.
He had been silent for a long time.
UNKNOWN
Do you have somewhere you want me to take you? *gently*
JEON JUNGKOOK/MC/SUPREME OMEGA 🤍
...
Jungkook hesitated. His home? Could he even call it that anymore? If he stepped inside again, would he be able to look at them the same way?
Would he ever feel like their son again?
JEON JUNGKOOK/MC/SUPREME OMEGA 🤍
*Softly* I… don’t know...
The man hummed in understanding but didn’t press further.
UNKNOWN
Alright. Then how about I take you somewhere safe for now? Until you figure out where you want to go?
Jungkook finally turned to look at him. For the first time, he properly saw him—sharp eyes, dark hair, a calm yet unreadable expression. Someone he didn’t know, yet somehow… didn’t feel afraid of anymore.
JEON JUNGKOOK/MC/SUPREME OMEGA 🤍
*Quietly* Who… are you?
The man smiled slightly
UNKNOWN
Just someone who knows what it’s like to not have a place to go.
Jungkook’s fingers twitched. That feeling… was too familiar.
And for the first time that night, his chest didn’t feel as heavy.
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