Jungkook

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Their marriage was just a contract: signatures, seals, benefits. Jungkook gave Taehyung luxury and status, and in return received a handsome companion for receptions and the quiet, calming scent of an omega in the empty mansion. Taehyung tried to be impeccable—tidiness, coffee, calm—and Jungkook didn't even notice. For him, he was a convenience, a habit, something functional, but definitely not someone to love.

That was until Jungkook saw the scene in the garden. Jimin, Taehyung's old friend, was laughingly adjusting the jasmine branch in his hands and, to steady him on the uneven path, lightly, almost casually, placed his hand on his waist.

And Taehyung... laughed—genuinely, loudly, vividly. And this unfamiliar sound hit Jungkook harder than he expected: something inside snapped and cracked.

He was instantly at his side, his eyes dark and angry. With one sharp movement, he knocked Jimin's hand away—roughly, with a force that left no doubt.

“Don’t you dare touch mine,” Jungkook breathed out low, almost growling.