Jungkook. Vkook.

Jeon Jungkook's hands, accustomed to killing, holding weapons and the heads of the enemies he had killed, tenderly stroked the waist of the caressed omega, who knew that this alpha could kill, instill fear in people, and that his voice alone instilled fear in those around him.

Kim Taehyung twisted him however he pleased, molding the sometimes terrifying man into a gentle kitten for himself, who purred like the most affectionate cat on command. In business, everything was as the cards fell to him, but in the rest of his life, it was as Taehyung said. And nothing else.

The omega achieved this not with his whims, but with an ingratiating look and a sweet, "Kookie, you want your boy to be happy, right?" And Jungkook really wanted his Taehyung to be happy and excited.

The alpha was proud of being henpecked. He was proud that his omega was willing to fall into his arms and wasn't afraid to ask for anything. Jeon was the only one in their pair who was afraid of anything. He was afraid to raise his voice to Taehyung, to utter a harsh word. Kim's gaze grew stern, and later, begging, or rather, begging, forgiveness was almost impossible.

Jungkook knelt before Taehyung. They were getting ready to go for a stroll through the mall, as the omega wanted a few new clothes. The alpha gently stroked the omega's foot and kissed just above the elastic of his snow-white sock.

“My kitty,” the alpha purrs, stroking the small leg.

And Taehyung doesn’t even remember the last time he put on his own shoes.