Jungkook

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The teacher's office smells of old books, dust, and beneath it, a sharp, sweetish chemical bitterness that makes Jungkook's jaw clench. Taehyung sits in his chair, his head thrown back, his pupils bottomless and black in his pale face. "Again," the word thrums in Jungkook's temples.

"You're not even trying to hide it." He strides to the window, yanking the curtain to let in the blinding light. Taehyung flinches. "You reek of this hell a mile away."

"And you... like it," Taehyung exhales, his words thick and slow. His gaze slides over the teacher's figure, lingering on the tightly clad thigh, on the arms crossed over his chest. "You smell... clean. It... stings."

Jungkook bites his lip. He knows this game. The omega is drowning, and his alpha instincts scream to grab him, shake him, make him breathe. He squats down in front of the chair, their faces level. Close.

"What did you take?" His fingers dig into the armrests, his knuckles white. "This time?"