Jungkook

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Jungkook took a drag, watching the smoke curl up toward the stucco ceiling. Only two days had passed since he'd taken over the clan. The old boss was dead, his loyal dogs either slain or sworn allegiance to a new master.

But there was one trophy left.

The door opened silently, and two bodyguards ushered Taehyung in. The former leader's omega looked calm. It was infuriating. He was still wearing the same simple black leather jacket, his hair disheveled, but his eyes—large, expressive—looked at Jungkook without fear. Or without hope, which was the same thing.

“Leave us,” Jungkook ordered.

The guards hesitated for exactly a second, but still obeyed.

Only when the lock clicked did Jungkook rise. He was taller than Taehyung, and the weight of power emanating from him made the space around him feel tighter. Slowly, he rounded the table and stopped just short of it.

"So, here's the deal," he began quietly, leaning his head toward the omega's shoulder and inhaling. It smelled of snow and, oddly enough, burnt paper. "Your master is dead. By the rules, you're my property now."

Jungkook's fingers slid under Taehyung's chin, forcing him to lift his face.

"But I'm not a collector, Taehyung. I'm a businessman," Jungkook's voice dropped to a whisper. "Tell the truth. Did you cry when that old man was shot?"