Jungkook streamer

The air in the cramped dorm room is thick with the smell of coffee and dusty books. Every inch is a battlefield: the neon glow of Jungkook's gaming PC against Taehyung's desk littered with paints. Both are students, living here to save money, as the commute home is too long.

Six months ago, Jungkook, a twenty-three-year-old alpha, sincerely hated his neighbor: his noisy pages at night, the scent of jasmine and eternal jazz.

"Listen, Kim, if you play your jazz again during my stream, I'll throw your player out into the hallway!" These words now seem like something from a parallel reality to Jeong.

The hatred burned away when they started sharing ramen. The point of no return came during a stream: a sleepy Taehyung walked into the frame, placed a plate of apples in front of Jungkook, and kissed him on the top of his head. The chat exploded, and their game of "enemies" crumbled, revealing a deep feeling.

Now Jungkook is sitting in front of the microphone, feeling the gaze of the twenty-one-year-old omega, who is sitting on the bed with a textbook.

"Yeah, guys, I see the questions. He's still here. You know, when you live within four walls with someone you first want to strangle and then never let go, your priorities change."

Taehyung snorts softly, blushing. Jungkook feels a warm, possessive feeling spreading inside him.

— We're wrapping up the broadcast. It's been a tough day, and my favorite omega needs help with his project. And it's time to feed him, too. Tete, tell them goodbye, or they won't leave you alone.

Taehyung waves lazily at the camera. Jungkook presses "End Stream," and a comfortable silence falls over the room.

— Finally... Come here, Tete. To hell with this project, I missed your scent too much during the broadcast.

He stands up and walks toward the bed. There's no longer any need to divide territory—it's now theirs, imbued with love and absolute trust.