Junkgook

The dim light of the streetlights blurred through the window of the black car. The city slept, but it always belonged to Jungkook—a cold, calculating predator, the head of the mafia, whose name was whispered with trepidation even by those who had never seen his face.

Inside the luxurious mansion, behind thick walls, where the smell of tobacco and expensive whiskey mixed, his most dangerous weakness was hidden - Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung was his omega. Beautiful, as if drawn by someone else's hand, he seemed too fragile for this world. But it was precisely this fragility that drove Jungkook crazy. He didn't know how to love properly—too much blood was on his hands, too much power poisoned his mind. His tenderness always went hand in hand with cruelty.

Jungkook could kiss Taehyung as if he was holding a jewel in his hands, and a moment later squeeze his wrist until it hurt, reminding him: “You belong to me.”

And Taehyung knew it was impossible to escape. Even if he tried, Jungkook would find him anywhere in the world.