Cross Path
Arriving outside the architecture building, Jungkook bumped into someone, the smaller figure staggering back, it was none other than Kim Taehyung an omega from another department.
Jungkook
Watch out, little r#nt (Jungkook says harshly, a little irritated)
Taehyung
I....am... Sorry....(He spoke while stuttering, his gaze fixed on the ground. But then, slowly, he lifted his face-and looked straight into Jungkook's eyes.)
Jungkook's black eyes narrowed as he looked down at the omega who had dared to cross his path, his gaze stern and unimpressed.
He saw a boy with eyes like a wounded Bambi — wide, shining, and too innocent for this world. His lips were pouty and painfully kissable, his body trembling like a lamb.
Jungkook
Who the hell are you?
Taehyung
Ki..m Taehyung....
Jungkook
I don’t care if you’re sorry — just stay out of my sight. Don’t ever cross my path again.
Jungkook growled, his deep voice sending a shiver down Taehyung's spine.
He stepped closer, invading the omega’s personal space, his tall, muscular frame casting a shadow over the smaller figure like a storm rolling in.
The scent of wine and musk grew stronger, filling Taehyung's nostrils and making his head spin.
He brushed past Taehyung roughly, his shoulder knocking into the omega's as he strode away, leaving Taehyung reeling in the wake of his cold dismissal.
Taehyung stood there like a statue, unmoving, while Jungkook turned to him with a smirk playing on his lips.
Taehyung took small, hesitant steps to get the signatures, but fear gripped him too tightly. He couldn’t bring himself to approach anyone from the Architecture Branch — not with the risk of running into Jungkook
Kim Taehyung walked home, his mind drifting to someone he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about. He didn’t understand why — or what it meant — but the thought of him lingered, uninvited and persistent. When he finally reached home, he greeted his father with a gentle smile, trying to shake off the confusion in his chest.
He just had dinner and went to sleep.
Random omega girl
Ahhh....Ahhh...yes....daddy....
Jungkook
Shut the fuc.King your mouth bit¢h
Jungkook
( last thrust and he c*m in con#dom)
Jungkook
( He got up, straightened his clothes, and sat on his previous seat)
That was Jungkook and his friends’ usual night — drowning in the club’s filth, using each other’s fuck buddies like disposable toys, no respect, no meaning, just hollow lust and broken promises.
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