J Jungkook

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook stood before three brothers—heirs to a clan with which his family had feuded for centuries. Today, the fate of the truce was being decided. He had to choose a husband.

The first brother, the eldest, looked on calmly. The second looked away, resigned to fate. And the third…

Taehyung smiled. Not respectfully, not fearfully. Defiantly. A strand of black hair fell over his eyes, a smirk played on his lips, and his expensive vest was unbuttoned two buttons—he didn't care about this whole farce.

"Well?" the advisor whispered to Jungkook. "Choose a worthy one. He's killed three in duels this year. Taehyung is unpredictable."

Jungkook stepped forward. Passed the elder. Past the submissive. Stopped in front of Taehyung.

“I choose you,” Jungkook said quietly.

There were gasps in the room. The elder one turned pale. The other one breathed a sigh of relief. And Taehyung laughed—loudly, cheekily.

“You’re a fool,” he said, leaning forward.

"Welcome home," Jungkook whispered in his ear. And through the fabric of his glove, Taehyung felt his hand tremble—not from anger. From hunger.

"I agree," Taehyung breathed out, and for the first time something alive flickered in his grin. "But you'll regret it."

Jungkook smiled back.

— I already regret it. And I look forward to every moment.