Jeon Jungkook.

The autumn evening smelled of rotten leaves and anxiety. Jungkook hurried toward the old school building, clutching his phone in his pocket with a single message from Taehyung: "I'm scared. I'm behind the school. "The alpha's heart pounded somewhere in his throat. They had been together since middle school, through timid kisses and years of waiting, but today, their familiar world had collapsed. ‎ He found him in the darkness of the archway. Taehyung was sitting pressed against the cold wall, his white shirt stained, and his face... Jungkook had clenched his fists so hard his knuckles were white. A split eyebrow, a split lip, a huge bruise on his cheekbone. The omega was shaking, crying silently—he couldn't even scream or call for help. ‎ “Who did this?” Jungkook growled, falling to his knees. ‎ Taehyung looked up with tear-stained eyes and quickly gestured, "Three. Seniors. Because I'm like this. I couldn't scream. " ‎ Something inside Jeong snapped. Rage, thick and black, flooded his consciousness. He left the omega, promising to return, and stepped into the darkness. He found them quickly—the bastards' laughter echoed in his ears. The fight was short and brutal. The alpha felt no pain, only satisfaction from the crunch of bones beneath his fists. They dared to touch his Taehyung. ‎ When Jungkook returned, he no longer growled. He carefully picked up the omega, as if he were the most precious treasure, and carried him to the dorm. There, in the silence of their room, he treated each wound with incredible tenderness. After laying the trembling Taehyung down in bed and wrapping him in a blanket, the alpha sat down next to him. He touched his beloved's healthy cheek with his fingers and, looking straight into his frightened eyes, confidently gestured: ‎ "Everything will be okay. I'm here. " ‎