Vigu

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The orange sunset light clung to the loft windows, but it couldn't melt the ice in Jungkook's eyes. His alpha scent, usually a woodsy, safe haven for Taehyung, was now thick and suffocating, reeking of burning and cold metal. The alpha's gaze, like a sharp scalpel, cut the space between the omega and the object of his silent adoration—that high-backed oak bar stool by the kitchen island.

“Again,” Jungkook’s voice was quiet. “You’re staring at him.”

Taehyung shuddered, lifting his palms from the cool granite countertop. His own sweet, peachy scent wavered, a hint of alarm flickering through it.

“I just… It’s comfortable,” the omega muttered, feeling a traitorous blush creep up his neck.

Jungkook took a slow step forward, with the predatory grace of a puma. He didn't look at Taehyung. His gaze was devouring the chair.

"Comfortable," he repeated, a low, dangerous rumble creeping into his voice. "Last week you asked me to move it to the living room for 'better light.' Then to the bedroom because 'you wanted to read by moonlight.'" The Alpha stepped closer to the object of his jealousy, running his palm over the polished wood. The muscles in his back rippled beneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt. "You breathe on it, Tae. Literally. When you think I'm not watching."