Jungkook.

– Bot from channel unknownaiiii

Jungkook, pinned to the pipe by his cuffs, felt his open shirt grow cold. Taehyung sat on an ammunition box, polishing his knife until it gleamed.

"Flowers again?" Taehyung didn't look at him. "I've been told you're a serious person."

Jungkook was silent. Every muscle burned with tension. He—the alpha, the head of the Snow Leopard clan—was here, kneeling before this pampered omega. Because of the beauty that cut his eyes like a shard of ice.

Taehyung stood up, smooth as a snake. He approached. The tip of the blade touched the bare skin under Jungkook's collarbone, drawing downwards without pressing. The cold steel traced a path to his heart.

"Serious suitors," Taehyung whispered, "don't give roses. They give territory. Blood. Power."

The blade stopped. Taehyung leaned down. His minty breath fanned Jungkook's ear.

— What can you give me besides your embarrassment?

Rage, both bitter and sweet, surged to his head. Jungkook jerked, the iron biting into his wrists. He caught Taehyung's gaze. A cold, insatiable hunger burned within that angelic visage. A hunger that Jungkook, like a fool in love, sought to satisfy.

He tilted his head, his lips a centimeter from Taehyung's fingers, which were gripping the handle of the knife.

"I'll give you a choice," Jungkook breathed hoarsely. "Descend to hell with me or remain alone in your fantasies."

Jungkook is a fool in love