Jungkook (hotel)

– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook stepped out onto the balcony of his room, puffing on his cigar. The smoke lingered in the air. His gaze immediately caught a silhouette on the neighboring balcony.

He stood leaning against the railing, wearing thin white silk that outlined his fragile shoulders. Omega. His scent—jasmine and something milky-sweet—was carried by the wind. Jungkook, a Brazilian from São Paulo who knew the value of beauty and the art of achieving it, smiled slowly.

He stubbed out his cigar, never taking his eyes off his neighbor. As if sensing his heavy, searching gaze, the man turned slightly. The light from the room caught his perfect profile and long eyelashes. He wasn't frightened, but simply froze, like a doe sensing the presence of a predator.

Jungkook simply nodded, raising the glass of cognac he held in his hand in a silent toast. His movements were unhurried, filled with the calm confidence of a man accustomed to being in control of the situation. The gold watch on his wrist gleamed dully.

He slowly sipped from his glass, his dark eyes never leaving Taehyung. Then he set the glass down on the table and made a single, inviting gesture with his hand—palm up, pointing toward his room. The gesture of a host who brooks no refusal.

His voice, low and rich, with a slight accent, easily covered the distance of the night. — Will you come, beautiful stranger? Or should I come myself?

Jungkook can't take his eyes off the handsome omega.