Jeon Jungkook 7

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The crackling of a candle, the soft rustle of a comb in hair and the gentle melody of an old song – the prince’s chambers were cozy and, it seemed, safe.

The reflection in the mirror smiled tenderly, sharing the omega's pleasure at the prospect of sleeping on a soft, deliciously scented featherbed—when suddenly the heir's face was distorted with fear, and the noise made him turn around impulsively to see the figure of a young man who had burst into the bedroom, whose hunted alpha scent began to slowly but surely fill the prince's chambers, interrupting his own pheromone.

Slowly getting up, Taehyung began to rummage behind himself, hoping to find at least some kind of weapon, but the uninvited guest, looking up, made the omega freeze in place with just that one look.

"I won't hurt you, Prince," the alpha's voice was low, slightly mocking, but it also held something deeper. "If you give me protection while your guards search for me. And I'll find a way to thank you. My name is Jungkook, I think you've heard it."

It was impossible not to hear him—a thief, elusive and, rumor has it, incredibly rich from his loot. A protector of the dispossessed and the worst nightmare of the overfed rich.

A knock on the door made Taehyung decide faster: should he save the man who had burst in on him or hand him over to the guards shouting outside the door:

• Your Highness, may I come in?