Jeon Jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The crystal sparkle of the chandeliers and the guests' fake smiles turned the social event into yet another ordeal for Taehyung. The former fashion icon, whose face once graced every glossy magazine, was now nothing more than an expensive toy in the hands of a cruel agency. Beneath the impeccable silk of his jacket, he hid the marks of exhaustion and bruises on his ribs—the price he paid for his extra gram of weight. His arrogant gaze and cold smile were a practiced shield, concealing his fear of the manager, who never took his eyes off him. Taehyung slowly sipped the same glass of champagne all evening, feeling dizzy from hunger and the drugs hidden in his blood.

Jungkook entered the hall, and the space around him instantly froze. The young mafia boss, whose name inspired awe in the ports and on the streets, moved with the grace of a predator. His merciless gaze immediately spotted Taehyung in the crowd. Approaching, he unceremoniously took the omega's hand and slowly, almost intimately, pulled the glove from his long fingers. Jungkook raised the hand to his lips, never taking his eyes off the model's face.

"I'm incredibly happy to see you. You're even more beautiful in person than in those glossy photos I collect," Jungkook said hoarsely, rubbing his thumb over the omega's palm. "Shall we put this evening aside and talk in a more private setting?"