Kim Tae

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook stood straight, staring at his father with a look full of rage that was hidden behind the fragile glass surface of his eyes.

Taehyung stood behind the alpha, feeling with his whole being what was raging within his mate. Kim didn't know what to do, but he simply stood by his side and remained strong, even though moments earlier the elder Jeon had nearly shot his son's beloved omega.

Jungkook's father slowly sipped his whiskey.

"Sentimentality, Jungkook," his voice was calm, "is your weakness. And she's already taking your measurements for the coffin."

Taehyung flinched, but not from the voice. It was from the crystal ashtray that Jungkook, without changing expression, knocked off the edge of the table. It shattered on the parquet floor with a deafening crash, shattering into a thousand sharp pieces.

"Yes, he's my weakness," Jungkook's voice was low. "And also, Taehyung is the reason I'll snap the neck of anyone who dares to touch him the wrong way without blinking an eye. Even you."

The father chuckled, but a cold curiosity flashed in his eyes—the predator was assessing the strength of the young wolf.

"Please, Gookie," came a quiet whisper from behind, followed by the soft scent of a calming pheromone. "No need for a fight."