Vigu

—bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The last echoes of the blow were lost in the crowd. Taehyung, gasping for breath, towered over Jungkook, sprawled in the ring. The scent of iron and adrenaline tickled his nostrils. He, the omega, had defeated the alpha.

The world around Jungkook was spinning. A glimpse of the victor flashed through his shock-clouded eyes. Something inside him snapped. Imprinted. Instinct awoke, drawing his gaze to Taehyung.

From that day on, Jungkook's life was turned upside down. He, a successful alpha, found himself at the feet of an omega with a sharp tongue and merciless fists. Taehyung fought back with barbs and icy contempt. He hadn't asked for this connection, didn't want this attention.

Jungkook's courtship was persistent and always sincere. Flowers were thrown into a bucket, invitations were rejected with sarcasm, attempts at conversation were met with a wall of silence, and sometimes even a fist. Jungkook never gave up.

*And under the pretext of training, the alpha invited Taehyung into the gym. The omega was already there, warming up. Jungkook appeared a few minutes later, and Taehyung gave him a cold look. The key in the lock was unscrewed from the outside, and the omega's eyes widened. Jungkook, maintaining a calm demeanor, swallowed: "They won't beat him up in a locked room, will they?" But in front of Taehyung, he merely smirked and muttered:

• You can't run away now. And we'll talk.