Jungkook

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Jungkook pressed his palm to the bleeding cut on his cheek, barely able to believe what was happening. The air in their expensive apartment was thick and heavy, saturated with the wild, spicy scent of overripe plums and smoke—the scent of his omega, Taehyung, out of control. Usually so docile and gentle, he now stood in the center of the living room. The shards of the porcelain vase Jungkook's mother had given him sparkled on the parquet floor like the tears of a civilization just trampled.

"I said, stay away!" Taehyung's voice was low and hoarse, more like a growl than human speech. His fingers convulsively gripped the edge of the marble console.

The alpha within Jungkook was bursting to the surface, demanding to suppress this outburst of defiance by force, to pin the rebel to the floor and force him to accept dominance. But the other part, the one that loved Taehyung, not simply possessed him, watched with interest. He had never seen such a flame in his eyes.

"Taehyung-ah," Jungkook's voice was calm, but with a metallic edge of authority. "Calm down. Right now."