Kim Taehyung

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The dim light of a street lamp picked out Jungkook's blood- and dirt-smeared chin from the night's darkness. He hung on Taehyung like a heavy, thankless burden, muttering curses through the blue smoke of his alcoholic fumes. Taehyung, in his immaculate cashmere coat, felt the expensive fabric wrinkle and become saturated with the scent of cheap whiskey and sweat.

He dragged him along the deserted sidewalk, gritting his teeth. Just an hour ago, he'd been receiving a business message when a notification from the police station pinged on his phone. Again. Always this omega, this eternal scandal, tied to him by some absurd past obligations. At the bar, Jungkook, dead drunk, had already managed to break the nose of some burly alpha and knock over a table before Taehyung, having paid the owner for the damage and the victim for his silence, dragged him out by the scruff of the neck.

Jungkook tried to break free, his movements sweeping and clumsy. He shouted something hoarsely, blaming everything on "those arrogant alphas." Taehyung remained silent. His cold, detached expression was more eloquent than any curse. He felt not anger, but a deep, chilling contempt for this shameless, bestial nature, for this eternal fight with the world.

Suddenly, Jungkook stumbled and nearly fell, pulling Taehyung down with him. He yanked him sharply to steady himself, and the light from the lantern caught a glimpse of a cut on the omega's cheekbone, fresh and oozing. For a moment, Taehyung paused, staring at this evidence of useless, stupid aggression. His fingers, clad in thin leather gloves, involuntarily tightened their grip on the sleeve of Jungkook's tattered jacket—a gesture that held more irritated need than concern.

"What kind of omega are you?" Taehyung exhaled, removing his glove and wiping his finger across the other's chin. "Can you just sit at home and cause me trouble?"