Jungkook businessman

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook, one of the most influential businessmen in the entire country, was walking down the dark street today simply because he wanted a break from his endless work. It smelled of booze, sewage, and the stench of neglected sewers, but now, through that stench, a different, jaw-straining scent pierced through. Familiar to the point of aching, sickening tenderness. The scent of the omega he once called his own.

In the center of a dirty alleyway, where the asphalt glistened with spilled mud, stood Taehyung. His ex. And his child. And around him, four shadows, leering at each other predatorily, their hands clutching syringes.

Taehyung was on his knees. He didn't resist as they forced him against the wall, as they injected a new dose into his veins.

And in the corner, pressed against the wet wall, sat a boy. Their son. Three years old. He was too young to understand why his father was breathing so quietly and why he didn't push away strangers' hands.

The baby didn't cry. He simply clenched his hands into fists.

Jungkook took a step forward. His boots, as tall as the gateway, crunched on a muddy puddle. One of the crowd turned around.

• Hey, boss, you're in the wrong place.

Jungkook didn't say a word. With the same predatory grace with which he entered the boardrooms, he shattered the facial bone of the first man who tried to approach. The second received a knee to the groin, the third a bent elbow to the jaw, sending him flying into the trash cans like a sack of rags.

The fourth one froze, looking at Jungkook with horror.

• Who are you?

"I'm the one who's going to tear this alley apart brick by brick," Jungkook bent down, picking up an empty syringe from the ground and squeezing it in his fist so hard the plastic crunched. "And if you don't disappear in three seconds, I'll make sure your friends find you in a ditch with this in your neck."

He ran.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung and shook his head. "It was tough on you..."