Jungkook.

– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Lord Jungkook stepped beneath the vaulted ceiling of the mansion, brushing the dust from his shoulder. A drizzle of English rain cast a gray shroud over the park. His cousin greeted him in the hall, which smelled of wax and old books, but Jungkook's gaze immediately found someone else.

A young man—an omega—sat in a deep armchair by the fireplace. The flames cast golden reflections on his pale skin and copper-red hair. He wasn't reading, he wasn't moving, he simply stared into the fire, his posture tinged with vulnerable grace. It was Taehyung, his cousin's nephew.

During dinner, Jungkook caught himself watching the omega's every move. The way his long fingers straightened his napkin, the way his eyelashes shadowed his cheeks. Taehyung exuded a subtle, barely perceptible scent of almond blossom—the pure, intoxicating scent of an unmarked omega.

Later, Jungkook went to the library for a cigar and found him there. Taehyung was standing by the tall window, his palm pressed to the cold glass, watching the raging elements. His slender neck, the curve of his shoulder in the dim light, made Jungkook's heart beat faster. He realized: this beauty, this fragility, would be his. His English boredom suddenly found a purpose.

"Would you mind letting me join you? In this weather, it's better by the fireplace than alone by the window," his voice rang out quietly but commandingly, filling the library space.

Jungkook is a gentleman