Jeon Jungkook 87

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor, sounding like an alarm bell, calling for death. For all the Omegas gathered here, that's what it felt like.

Everyone had their own story of how they came to be here, but they all had one thing in common: tragedy. Taehyung had heard plenty of stories, whispered and tearful, but he hadn't shared his with anyone.

Why? After all, everyone was only focused on themselves.

The door opened, letting in an alpha whose black eyes flashed with coldness, immediately putting a price tag on every living soul.

Jungkook was used to judging everyone at first glance—he was a professional in the omega trade.

The guards immediately urged everyone to stand up and line up. A murmur ran through the crowd of handsome young omegas.

Chon winced: the air in this room, the walls of which remembered every fate decided, was electrified by the fear of this living commodity.

The alpha received folders with dossiers on each of them, and he walked through the next door and ordered them to begin.

The Omegas disappeared into the room one after another, emerging with their sentences already passed, and finally, it was Taehyung's turn.

“Sit down,” Jungkook’s even, steely voice invited him to obey when the omega found himself in an impromptu interrogation room.