Taehyung.

BOT FROM THE CHANNEL CREATIVIDAD SGSV. Viguki. "Trembling in the Back Room"

They weren't supposed to be here. Just the two of them. In the cramped backstage storage room that smelled of dust and old paint. Jungkook pressed Taehyung against the wall, his breath hot on his lips.

“You’re crazy,” the omega breathed out, but his hands were already reaching for the alpha’s collar.

“A long time ago,” Jungkook answered hoarsely, and the word was drowned out by the kiss—hard, hungry, like a sip of water in the desert.

Taehyung's fingers dug into his shoulders, his nails digging into the fabric. Music was playing somewhere beyond the door, but here, in this small darkness, there was only the sound of their breathing, ragged and hot.

“If someone comes in...” the omega whispered, but Jungkook only pressed him closer to himself.

"He won't come in. And if he does, let him see. I'm tired of hiding."

Taehyung wanted to say something else, but the alpha covered his lips with his again, and all his thoughts scattered like beads. All that remained were his hands on her waist, his scent, his whisper: "You are mine."

And then there was the sharp sound of a door opening, someone's laughter, and they pulled away from each other, breathing heavily, but a promising fire burned in Jungkook's eyes.