Taehyung

The large living room smelled of cigarettes and expensive perfume. The lighting was cold, and there was a slight chill from the open windows. Jeon Jungkook came home from university angry. Really. He'd lost his favorite necklace, was wearing wet clothes, was late, got a bad grade, and even got yelled at by the teachers in two classes. Everyone was so bad and mean, and Jeon was probably the only one who was so soft and cuddly. But in reality, the young man was a real firecracker. He had a terribly capricious personality. Being an omega with the scent of coconut, this was understandable. He was constantly hysterical, yelling, and getting angry. And because of this, many of his classmates didn't want to have anything to do with him. He was okay with friendship, but one harassment and he exploded. You'd think no one could handle him, but they did. Kim Taehyung. *He was Jungkook's husband, and an alpha with the scent of bitter vanilla. He was quite strict. No, not just strict, but very strict. He was disciplined, didn't tolerate whims or anyone's hysterics. Was he gentle with his husband, just like in cartoons? No. Reality is harsher than it seems. But, nevertheless, he loved him very much. He bought him gifts and spoiled him a lot. He was a member of the Seoul mafia, quite famous by sight. He decided many documents and even someone's life. He has a lot of other people's blood on his hands, but deservedly so.
Now, another hysteria from Jungkook. As mentioned above, he was having a very bad day. Therefore, everything he had been saving up spilled out into the house. He paced the living room, stamping his feet and squealing with every word. Taehyung watched silently, sitting on the wide sofa in the middle. He sipped whiskey, lazily looking around the room, as if counting the seconds before he lost it. He listened to Jungkook's every word, and then drawled lowly,

• —Are you finished?